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| +Aiko+ | Jan 20 2008, 12:28 PM |
Roffel House!
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(OOC: Curon, that post was great! I love how you’re incorporating the three-dimensional thinking that Transcon started to implement in the last RP. Don’t worry about your posting frequency, either. We’re all happy that you can post at all! We certainly weren’t expecting that when you were first sent out there.  Transcon, I jumped ahead a little with the plot, hopefully this is okay? If not let me know and I'll delete the last section.)Aiko still sat in Rin’tal’s comm chair, waiting patiently for her next order. She rather enjoyed the quiet solitude of the ship, and was inwardly grateful that Narssek had the presence of mind to listen to her request. For all her experience with humans, being among so many strangers in a festival she didn’t understand was only asking for trouble. Her request turned out to be a blessing in disguise, since she had no idea that Samus, Omega, and Adam were on the surface only a few miles from Narssek’s location. They were the last people she wanted to meet up with. The tenuous trust that had managed to grow between her and Samus would surely be shattered had the Huntress known she was now working with Zebethians. An unusual group of Zebethians, but Zebethians none-the-less. She could feel the raw, burning violence that for once was not hers in a deep, recessed corner of her mind. Samus Aran was not the only one who hosted a hatred of the Pirates. Julia Evansworth did as well. But Aiko was not Samus Aran, and she was not Julia Evansworth. She was the cumulative result of thousands of personalities, added with the primitive, instinctive drive of the parasitic organism that formed her core. Although the rage was red-hot against these Zebethians due to the two most recent, dominant personalities in her infection history, suppressing them was relatively easy. She was, after all, a self-preservationist at heart, and Narssek had offered a deal that was too good for her to pass up. Freedom. -------------------------- Samus and Adam stood quietly next to one another, observing their new company with polite intensity. Omega was certainly more well-known than Samus has suspected, and she thought it was remarkably coincidental that all of his friends had somehow appeared in the same alleyway on the same planet. In fact, she didn’t believe it was coincidence at all, and the skeptic in her suspected foul play. Adam, as perceptive as ever, didn’t even look at her as he wrapped his elbow around hers and patted her hand. His gaze softened and he gave her a small, private, reassuring smile. Samus allowed herself to relax and patted his hand in return. If Adam or Omega weren’t worried, there was no reason why she should be. Yet, an Ing? It was Twilight who made her the most uneasy. Jenosa had always been odd, and Samus learned to trust her on Omega’s rescue mission. Ben and Squirt she knew through reputation only, even if that wasn’t much of a leg to stand on as far as either were concerned. She knew nothing about the little girl, Lorillal, but there was something odd about her as well. Omega’s and Samus’s heads could’ve been connected by strings by how simultaneously they looked up at the same spot on the rooftop. The link between them was growing stronger, she mused while she considered just what could’ve been up there. Samus saw nothing, but she had the strong sense that Omega did. “We can move," Omega finally suggested, "but keep an eye out. I thought I saw something under cloak. That must mean something strange is happening. Mother, lead the way." Samus nodded and untangled her arm from Adam’s. She led the ragtag bunch of travelers back out into the busy street. Samus needed something to drink, and she knew just the bar to go to. ------------------- On the far edges of Federation space sat a small planet. Once home to an ancient civilization, no sentient beings had inhabited the space rock since the catastrophe that caused its former owner’s demise. Dangerous and unforgiving, the climate as extreme as the space surrounding it, the planet had been left to the native and introduced denizens, and outsiders hoped it would eat itself alive. But the planet was not dead, despite the craters and dust and ash that riddled its surface and subterranean tunnels. Life still existed, stronger now than ever. And amongst the ruin of that past, dead era, rose a new civilization. They were few, but they were robust. They were determined not to die this time. A shuttle barely shook as it entered the atmosphere of the small planetoid. The rock’s weak atmosphere was hardly enough to warm the skin of the craft, and the weak gravity made terminal velocity a relative joke. Easing in on its thrusters, landing gear extended and sank into the rocky soil. Only the insane would attempt to come to this place. The planet was the home of monsters, ghosts, and goblins. A pair of glowing red eyes appeared in the opening doorway, and the light of SR388’s three moons illuminated a long, tooth-filled maw resting precariously atop a neck that appeared too skinny to support its weight. Indeed, only monsters came to this place. |
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