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A dream of fire and screaming echoed through the minds of all in the room. But an alarm blaring woke each one up, Etharon was the first of which... A scaled Lizarian Scoundrel born of New World as an orphan and raised by a human only to turn to crime when his father passed...

Sorry for not posting sooner. I have an idea with the help of that though, do thanks. OK...



(Each character) Awakens from the dream that they shared. Each laying in a bed not far from the other. The building they called home, the training ground for the police force within this new age. The alarm sounds and red flashing lights go off. "All units report to the bridge imediatly! Repeat, all units -" The intercom bellows throughout the building.

Etharon had been a criminal, assistant to an arms dealing after his human father died about four years ago. But after being arrested as a gun runner the New Wirld Police Force decided to bring him on as a "blood hound". A special officer that was constantly under house arrest and was only let out into the feild with a chaperone. His criminal experience gave him insight on criminal behavior, and that was usually helpful to the force. But the dream, it seemed so real... The world stuck inside a massive celestial monster, having to destroy organs along the way as they tried to not get digested. The same dream had been haunting his slumber every night for the last few weeks and this alarm was just the icing on his sleepless cake, "would someone shut that damn thing off!?!?!" His raspy Lizarian voice was drowned out in the sleeping quarters, as the alarm rang over head, "Gods, I hate that alarm..."

Songay stirred reluctantly, the front of her had pounding and a fleeting wave of nausea making her all the more reluctant to wake despite the strident sounds of the alarms. The New World Police Force had found the woman's magical abilities to be worth harnessing, particularly as she was an empathy-driven healer; and the sight of her comrades injured would no doubt spur that ability on to being more under her control. Sitting up, she adjusted and tugged at the black leather outfit she wore that even went so far as to partially cover her hands. Rubbing at her beryl-green hair, she eyed Etharon with a faint smirk.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty?" The weariness of her voice at least suggested that she felt the same way over the noise!