GuardianElite

You played with me...used me. I was your entertainment.
For years I struggled
Trying to find a way; to get out.
I wanted so badly to find you, to let you know how all of what you did affected me.
Then it opened, the doorway, the knowledge on how I could break free so I could find you
So I could finally come face to face with the one who did all of this to me

In the end, as I stepped through that door I realized.
I am you.

Now, I just have to face you....and me.

- Mrysti Bell, leaving the game and stepping through the doorway into the REAL world.

Having been a musician most of my young life and having grew up listening to the man most of that life, it's really hard to translate to the younger generation what an incredible loss his passing is to the music world.

As a musician, I had to work hard to attain a certain level, a level that initially got me a scholarship to a college which I lost due to being burned out with music. Prince was a singular talent that only comes around really once in a lifetime. He could literally play any instrument he picked up. Not only did he play every single instrument himself on his first album, he was entirely self taught, to play and to read music.

A brilliant songwriter, he not only played his own music but write for other artists. He was a prodigy. Anyone, literally anyone can learn to play; not everyone can play, sing, write and produce nearly everything they do. And not everyone can do all of that to the level that he could. Some called him arrogant, over-confident. With talent like that, he every right to be and he deserved to be.

A trailblazer, he took a stand against the record companies. A stand that artist still to this day take against contracts which take the rights and talent of the artist an exploit them for the company's benefit.

His passing is truly a los to the not only the music world, but the world in general. I cherish every single note and word he ever played or put to paper. The world is definitely a lesser place now....without him.... 

With the new 'Jason Bourne' preview out today and literally a week after killing off Marstel in the story, I had to rethink where the inspiration of that story came from.

I wanted a tank; a man the size of Hulk Hogan, with the spy skills of none other than Jason Bourne.

It got me thinking, I am going to need to bring another 'Bourne' back into the project. But how to do that is another question. Marstel's body will not be recovered as the one who killed him took his remains back to their own homeworld. I do believe that will be my catalyst for the next 'Alpha'.

This time I am going to approach things a little differently, especially in terms of having people involved with the story. If this experience has taught me anything it's that bringing people in always ends badly in terms of having to rewrite your vision for where the characters should go. Definitely going to keep things closed from now on and control the story in my own little network.

"Thus Always to Tyrants"

That's what I was, comfortable and self-assured that my place would never change.

Change happens, it's inevitable. You may not want it. But you need it, we all do.

So as one chapter closes and I now find myself in a similar position as several years ago, a new door opens.

The show must go on and I have so many other stories to tell. Once I catch up and ground myself in the pain that will be the ending of this chapter and terrible things I have to do in closing that door, I hope to see spring again.

This ride is over, now to find a new one.

Mrysti Alpha; Darth Retuvisa…’The Hammer of the Empire’ did regain her memories. But, only after she endured a curse that she acquired unfortunately during her Ascension exercise under the watchful gaze of her Master, Darth Isilith. During Mrysti’s four year apprenticeship under Darth Isilith, Mrysti established a reputation of solving the Empire’s problems as a blunt instrument. Much in keeping with her character, which was a stark contrast to her Master’s more delicate maneuvering and subtle approach. Isilith had a strong connection to the Living Force, something Mrysti was never able to re-acquire after her fall to the Dark Side; instead increasing her personal power through the use of brute force.

Appointed to lead many charges for the Empire, Darth Retuvisa’s personal claim to fame was the quelling of the Exchange uprising on Tatooine. An uprising that almost cost her; her own life. During her recovery Mrysti did connect to the Living Force in a tremendous way; it was only temporary, but it allowed her to regain the rest of her lost memory and let go of the one person she regretted killing her entire life, Caleb. When she awoke from her unconsciousness, her hair once again regained its lustrous red color as well as her heart and soul, repaired from a lifetime of regret. Touched by the Force, her appearance has always been that of a monster, covered in literal kilometers of scars from a life of hardship. Emerging from her sleep, she had a new addition to her appearance in the form of one ‘Blue’ eye.

Though Mrysti never regained the power of the Light that enabled her to see into the Force, she was able to control the curse given to her, which allowed her to only see the last minutes of a person’s life. Through her sister, Karolin Alpha they were able to restore the bond they once had and combined their power of foresight to enable them to see the coming Darkness that was the Zakuul. Unfortunately, they were late in convincing others to join them and were not able to stop the juggernaut as it rolled through the galaxy.

Now, once again the leader of ‘The Coalition’, an organization she formed to combat the advancing Zakuul, she has rallied her family around her Command and takes the fight to them whenever possible. Things have changed for the former Darth, who once shunned Love and Connection. The addition of a Daughter and a new Love in her life have brought her new hope for a brighter destiny. Mrysti Alpha is once again a valued member of her family and a leader of one of the strongest resistance forces in the Galaxy.

"Our actions define us....let my saber speak for me...."