Legacy Chr: Earned not GainedNow you understand, you will be the first Alarian to do this. There are skeptics from both races, and you will be scrutinized over everything. Janice, the human social worker paced along the giant table. Sitting next to, but easily manging to loom over the table was a very large alaerin, quite tall even among her own people. With one hand, she twirled her silvery blue hair, with the other, she flipped through pictures of smiling human children on an appropriately sized terminal, her bright green eyes affectionately gazing at each digital image.Legacy Chr: Earned not Gained in Fantasy More Like This
I'm aware of the people that are worried, but don't, I'll be the best faster mother possible. Ronoon replied. She couldn't help but smile and adore each child as she glanced at their likes and dislikes, she wished she could simply adopt all of them, but the terms were one child until he or she reached adulthood.
Foster mother. Janice corrected, You're adopting a child...A human child. I can respect that
Solitude: ch 1Roaring from the friction upon hitting the mostly Helium atmosphere, the meteor burned red, then orange, then white in mere seconds. It fell with the intent of leaving its mark on the moons surface and struck it with such incredible force it could have annihilated a populated city and lay waste to the surrounding area.Solitude: ch 1 in Fantasy More Like This
Fortunately for everyone, this moon was barren as could be. The Helium atmosphere and lack of natural resources short of the silicon in the soil which gave it it's yellow coloring from space didn't really make it a prime location for terraforming. Another feature of the moon was an irregularity in its magnetic field, which drew a vast majority of the asteroids and meteors that came near straight to it.
In an underground compound on the planet, some 200 miles from the impact site, a red light blinked in harmony with a chirping alarm. The base was originally a meteorite examination facility with the purpose of gathering samples and learning what they could from them. Built
A Rough WeekThrough the empty hallways of the abandoned office building, the echoing 'clomp clomp' of the young boy's year-old sneakers were the only sounds that pervaded in one of his last sanctuaries. The little boy wore a yellow name-brand shirt with a safety orange raincoat over it and khaki pants. Armed only with a baseball bat, he ducked under the windows, carefully looking out through the corners to see if he could spot the alien he knew was nearby.A Rough Week in Fantasy More Like This
He reached a door and tested the knob, entering quietly once he was sure it was open. He followed the hallway rapidly, not as inclined to stealth since there were no windows, but as he walked passed an adjacent hall, he doubled back and looked to the end of it.
A part of the wall was destroyed, and as he looked on, he heard the low thuds of the alien approaching. Ducking behind the wall, he stood as still as he possibly could, wrapping the bat up in his jacket to keep it from waving around unnecessarily. The booming footfalls drew closer, then s
Wish Upon a Star"Star light, star bright; first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might...have the wish, I wish tonight." the small red haired girl sang to the quiet night sky. "I wish for a fairy godmother who will help me find my parents."Wish Upon a Star in Scraps More Like This
The little girl stood in the middle of the empty road. A whistling wind blew through the town without being dampened by the voices of thousands of bustling people, and found its way over and around every abandoned building and alleyway. Cars were left as is, thought they all lead to the space port where a great deal of ruckus obviously happened recently.
She hadn't a clue why everyone ran, and could only remember her parents faces as they were swept away in a sea of upset people that really wanted to get to the space port. She cried for sometime, only to realize after a while that her crying was the only sound she could hear and found all the people were missing, including her parents.
Her mother had always told her to stay in place in case she got lost,
Solitude ch 3It was a bit of a rocky start, but how often had first encounters been smooth throughout human history? Derrik was still a bit shaken by the whole ordeal, not sure what to take from it. She seemed very 'human', though the term, scientifically, was a bit bias. To him, it implied that what he witnessed from this intelligent creature was something that was not expected from anything but a human, and it did not sit well with him.Solitude ch 3 in Fantasy More Like This
Her... race? Species? Her PEOPLE were easily as far along the evolutionary process as Homo Sapians, and they probably had their own word for 'humanity', a fact that rattled Derrik a bit, though he knew it shouldn't. He was a scientist, a person who did not hold biases, but lack of a suitable example left him with nothing more than the sense to get over such things. One thing was for certain, nothing he could say would offend her, because they had no way to properly communicate.
After Derrik had knelt there for a time, holding his face against the soft blue skin of
Solitude -Second draft WIP-They were thrown against a wall as the ship shook violently from the attack. The patrol their ship was a part of had encountered a human patrol and were being engaged from a distance, as reports detailed was their strong-suit. Maneuvers aside, the advantage was the enemy's at the moment.Solitude -Second draft WIP- in Scraps More Like This
"Damn it, Jeuno, you should be at the bridge! Just go!" Siyyu Senn cried to her lifetime friend, though her voice came from the outgoing speaker of her survival helmet.
Jeuno was the ship's navigator, they needed her up there. The blond woman tugging Siyyu along was a little shorter than her, and her long tapered ears pointed up along her head, unlike most that stretched back. Her face, normally just a little flatter than most with smooth features, was screwed up in determination to drag Siyyu along. "You were closer! I needed to be sure you were alright!" she called back in response.
"Then why did you waste time getting me in this?" she demanded, referring of course to the sleek, dark gray
Solitude ch 2"...and I was in so much trouble that I didn't tell her it was broken right away. My mother was so upset because it was one of the first vases she ever crafted on her own." Siyyu Sen was discussing one of her embarrassing moments with some of the other crew members. Her close friend, Jeuno Kali, among them.Solitude ch 2 in Fantasy More Like This
Siyyu was a technician who was rather new to this ship. She had never been on a battle cruiser, it was a big leap from a frigate to say the least. There were so many people and other technicians that did their job much better than her, she knew the only reason she was on the ship was because of Jeuno's, the ships navigator, recommendation.
Jeuno and two of the other crew members were listening with interest, while a taller one with exotically shaped blond hair was lying back in the booth with her eyes closed. She was apparently an engineer of some sort Jeuno had befriended since being on the ship, and was easily the tallest Alarian on the ship since Siyyu barely came up to her shoul
Legacy Chr: Two SidesUnder cover of a storm of liquid rust, the forward drop ships landed. Verra led the way once the platform was on the ground, Thendria close behind with Jattig and Unaona covering the rear behind Aramathea, the team's Psion. A small platoon of armored troopers followed a distance behind from the other ships while the mechanized units were being brought in.Legacy Chr: Two Sides in Scraps More Like This
Unlike most other missions, Thendria, Unaona, Aramathea and Verra were wearing full-body environment suits to protect them from the harmful effects of the iron-laced rain, as well as visored helmets like the others', but not as outfitted with special sensors. In Verra's case, hers was significantly more advanced, but specialized for her sniping role.
Ugh, the Iron Oxide in this rain is going to ruin my armor's actuators, Jatiig said annoyed, setting down her plasma sprayer and giving a firm shake in her powered armor. While the others didn't have powered armor, there were nods of agreement from a number of them, including
Legacy Chr: Teamwork3...2...1... Unaona pulled the trigger, launching the missile towards its computer locked target. The turret she had chosen was turned to scrap as the guided projectile hit home, setting alarms blared and she had ducked back to use the cliffside as cover from their return fire. Now! I'll meet you on the North end! she called through her radio.Legacy Chr: Teamwork in Scraps More Like This
Thendria peaked her head over the small ditch, her visor zooming in to the human base to see soldiers, armor divisions, and emergency crews scrambling all across the base, mainly towards the West where her squadmate had fired from. A few more diversionary explosives from Unaona's peppering of grenades assisted in keeping their attention.
Glancing at the heavily plated woman behind her, she watched as the assisting systems kick in as she pulled up a massive two-handed cannon looking weapon. I'll get ahead, take out the turrets, and open the way for you. Thendria told her partner. Without another word, she jumped
Legacy Chr: Non-Lethal TacticsAlright, ladies, I've got a real treat for you today. their instructor called to them. She walked with authority in front of the line of recruits who were nearly done with their training. Each of them had done very well in her opinion, but she wasn't about to tell them that.Legacy Chr: Non-Lethal Tactics in Scraps More Like This
Today, you're going to witness a different kind of 'Hands-on Learning'. the instructor gave a sly grin, but to what, the recruits didn't know. She was an imposing woman, taller than most of them, but she had been fair to each of them. The only one she never seemed to address though, was Thendria Kol, an up and coming young soldier who had proven without a doubt that she was going to be one hell of a close combat specialist.
Thendria stood at the front end of the line, a place she had been assigned very early on in their training. Her long white hair darkened at the end to a stormy gray, reaching almost the base of her thigh. An attentive look was present on her stern face, her nearly crimson