<blockquote><div><cite>Louloubelle wrote:</cite>The planet in the viewers was a large green one. More landmass than visible waters. At least from the relative distance of space. In fact, the true danger of this world was the face that the ground was more like flotsam in some places then solid ground. So you had to tread carefully while on it's surface. There was water everywhere, and unlike some planets, it was mostly fresh. Sure, there was a couple of large salt lakes, but they were not what drove this world's ecosystems. It was all about the tides, eddy's and pools of the fresh water. For the intended inhabitants, walking upon a solid ground was not an issue. Mostly dwellers that preferred to live high from the ground in treetops, this world had been an easy model to terraform.<br/><br/>It spun around the star that served as it's sun in a rotation of about 400 days, which was what counted as one calendar year, and turned on it's slightly tilted axis once every 30 hours, a day there on the peaceful seeming planet. It teemed with life of many varieties, all carefully selected and bred to grow on the planet, down to the last insect and microbe. All made to help the ecosystems flourish and thrive in a natural process.<br/><br/>It had two moons orbiting it, one significantly smaller than the other, and the large one further away than the small one. From the planets surface they looked to be same distance. However the smaller and closer of the moons, cycled faster than the larger farther away moon, and it was by the smaller moon that the peoples who would eventually come to live here would gauge the turning of the months. The larger moon marking the turning of the seasons.<br/><br/>Only one thing marred the surface of this Eden like world. A large crater that was not even three years old. And in that, the debris of a large science vessel. The final resting place of the<span style="font-style: italic"> Elora De'nai</span> and 99.99% of her crew. It was there that Amadalia Silverleaf stood on the edge of to throw another woven ring of flowers into, whispering the Goddess' prayer of rest.<br/><br/>Two years here, and no other sentient being since Sameli passed away from an odd fever. She had been a female from the other side of the Homeworld. A person who knew how to fight and survive. It would have been much harder to remain alive if it had not been for her. Those first few weeks, teaching Amadalia how to gather plants, fish, and other animals to survive. It wasn't often they ate meat as a general rule, but the furs and other things there had made it easier to continue existing. Then one day, she had become ill, and less then one day later she had been given to the mossy depths of the planet they had survived together, leaving her alone. <br/><br/>It was there with the remains of the ship on the earth in a small oddly green and flowered mossy section that Amadalia stood. Remembering her companions and their dreams. She felt a tear fall, and again felt so lonely that she had no way to compensate for the loss within her heart that she rose her face skyward and let out a heart rending call. A song of legend and hope for her people that the Goddess had passed onto them long ago. Legend had it that it was a song of summoning or calling of a soulmate to you. Not that she believed it, but it was comforting to sing it, and hear it sung. She sang for hours, until the glowing of the planet grew dusky.<br/><br/>Amadalia turned in her softly glowing suit, as the sun was setting and made for "home". It was likely to be another long night of nut stew. Not that she minded at this point, since a little over 800 days with no one else, you learned everything there was to know about yourself. Amadalia left another tribute of remembrance for Sameli.<br/><br/>She rose to the treetops, where the small landing craft had been altered to make a secure and permanently warm home. There was a way to process food, keep her suit clean, and clean her own body as the unit had a water catching and filtration device that was also self cleaning. She moved aobut in the dim light closing up the little home and getting ready to make her stew. She had found it far easier to only catch prey very sparingly, and so often ate only what the planet could provide by plant life. She slowly climbed out of her eco-suit after she set the stew on to heat and ran through the sanitizer. Then she sat down in a chair and open up a small audio book that read her one of the many legends of her people. At last she put her dishes away, turned everything off that wasn't necessary and settled into bed. But sleep did not come. Only the heartache of loneliness.</div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Malikai wrote:</cite>Jrax'eer Nimolos rose from sleep roaring, his scales beginning to grow along his flesh, his claws extending, and his eyes turning to the deep iridescent green of his transcendent form. It was the dream, the same dream he had been having for 3 years. The same nightmare that had been haunting him, sending Jrax'eer across all of the known universe to find answers. Something is calling him and he was going to find whatever it was, or whoever it might be.<br/><br/>The nightmare replayed in his mind as he sat up onto the side of his bunk. It was always the same; it started with the image of a woman, always blurred from his vision but a strong presence none the less, standing in a meadow. The background then darkened and screams rose in the air. Suddenly fire rained down and scenes of war plagued what was only supposed a landscape of beauty, dracon ships entering atmosphere and legions of bloodthirsty soldiers leaving desolation in their wake. Jrax could see himself fighting them, leaving men lacerated and feeling his body being torn away by weapons fire. The vivid images ended with an entirely foreign melody drifting through a wasteland of bones and smoking wreckage. As the dream comes to a close, Jrax'eer would wake up the same way; brimming with rage, treading the very edge of the hunger. What felt like the very edge of insanity.<br/><br/>Jrax slowly shifted back into his total human form as he ran through the breathing exercises he had developed to stave off the hunger. He brought himself to his feet and removed the shirt of his night tunic. He entered the lavatory and washed cool water over his face, eroding the remnants of his troubled sleep. After a long time spent in his ship's personal shower, he went up to the cockpit.<br/><br/>The ship wasn't very large room enough for 3 people at the most, but the was room enough for Jrax'eer's purposes. It was his personal vessel named "Viridian" after his mother and it was the closest thing he had to home anymore. Along with his sleeping quarters there was a room dedicated to his meditations, as well as a room dedicated to his navigations. The latter room was where he traced the metaphysical pull the universe had put on him. The walls were covered in maps, coordinates, and lists of known, recently discovered, and even rumored planets. Besides those, there were a few supply compartments, a small engine room, a lounge/kitchen, and a room that used to be a supply store but had since been turned into an exercise room of sorts. Jrax spent a large amount of time in space the last 3 years and it was important to keep the body active as gravity constantly shifted planet to planet.<br/><br/>The bridge sang it's familiar hum beneath his feet as he sat down in the pilot's chair. Checking the navi-computer, Jrax found he was right on course and would fall out of ftl, faster than light travel, within the next 4 minutes, just outside of orbit. He wasn't entirely sure of his next destination, this planet falling under rumored planets, but something felt… different this time as the shimmery void of in-between space returned to normal. The planet was the typical green and blue of an M class planet and, after some scanning, seemed to have very similar ecosystems to a few of the drako inner worlds. The Viridian bucked as it began entering atmosphere and the view in front of him became tinged with the familiar red of entry. The scanner pinged as it found an anomaly on the planet's surface. "What is this?" Jrax spoke, letting his thoughts out into the open air.<br/><br/>After reaching a more stable altitude, Jrax brought The Viridian baring down on the oddity. As far as anyone knew this planet had been uncharted, and if you believe the rumors, should be fairly uninhabitable. This seemed highly accommodating to life however. Jrax came up upon the anomaly and was surprised to find the wreckage of a very odd ship, completely alien in its structure. Flying directly over it and then circling a few times, he was unable to identify it, but it looked safe enough to approach.<br/><br/>"Do a quick scan of the atmosphere." Jrax commanded the computer. He decided he would approach on foot and leave his ship a kilometer out. After a moment the computer informed him that the air was entirely breathable. That was good, no misleading intoxicants.<br/><br/>After a moment Jrax found a suitable landing zone, or LZ. Activating the ships remote circuit, in case he needed to call the ship to him, and uploading the coordinates of the crater to his armcomp he left The Viridian. Clad in his survival armor, a light carapace that connected to his armcomp and regulated the tempature and kept track of his vitals, he began the short trek toward the wreckage. The armor also had the ability to become environmentally sealed if he triggered the helmet, which formed from the neck and wrapped around his entire head. He also grabbed a small side arm and, as always, his sword in case there was any kind of trouble. He didn't know what he would find, but Jrax'eer wanted to be ready for anything.</div></blockquote>