<div class="floatleft">(http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/1715/dictatorportrait.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Basiléa Frédérique Martine de Virzonne</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Pretty much everyone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving, and laughing</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>It wasn't so bad. After arriving in the dreaded cooler, Basiléa's charisma naturally shone through, the woman looking regal in her fancy fur coat. It only took a few weeks for her to dominate completely the meek mind of all that female rabble. They were pathetic, but even these could become an effective work force when led by one such as herself... The problem in her reign came just before executing her plan to take over spacefaring means</em>. Namely: she woke up. Or more accurately, she was awaken by someone. Some guard in a large combat armor.<em>Imperials. Always the best sense of style...</em>the woman thought sarcastically through her initial drowsiness.<br/><br/>When told to undress, the woman actually complied without too much issue. Of course, it was because she assumed it would be a security check or hygiene treatment, and not because she would have to leave behind the concept of clothing forever... Still, her delusion made it probably more bearable. And she didn't fear much for herself considering how much stuff the guard had on her. Of course, only the guard's voice gave out that her guard was a her. The appearance wasn't exactly flattering... Then again, Basiléa didn't exactly found her nakedness reassuring, and while she did comply, she still kept an arm or two busy covering her most intimate parts.<br/><br/>While Basiléa was highly educated, her choice of topic didn't involve... Well, pretty much any useful skills in her new planet of a home. So at first, when seeing the gloop she was told to dive in, she was unsure what that was... But, it made sense that it was some cleaning agent, until she was told it was the last suit of clothes she'd ever wear... Clothes, hardly... But she understood it a bit better when she stood back out of it, feeling a few tingles here and there as the suit coalesced over her body.<br/><br/><strong>"I have a terrible sense of humor I have to admit. So, considering we'll have to fend off the cold, is the uniform warm, or am I getting back the contents of my bag?"</strong><br/><br/>She asked that question pretty much as soon as she felt she could open her mouth without chugging on slime. And, her only answer was a printed instruction manual, complete with cutesy little schemas, and completely useless information. She pondered the possibility to repeat she had a bad sense of humor, but ultimately sighed it out as she stepped in her exit port. Or sas. Or whatever that spinny thing was... She was a despot, not a ship engineer!<br/><br/>Some minutes later, after a landing she expected more rough, the woman stepped out, using her instruction manual for about three seconds to cover her intimacy before a strong gust of wind nearly blew it off her hand. And while she did have the reflexes to catch it back, the intense cold made the paper brittle enough for her to crush it into crumbs.<em>Well now I hope they got toilet paper...</em>were her ensuing thoughts, just before she made a few more steps towards the handful of other assembled people.<br/><br/>Away from her dream and facing the reality of her predicament, Basiléa decided well before stepping out of the ship that she'd keep a low profile, at least at first. Get relatively unnoticed, and only act once she has a fair understanding of the local sub-culture. However, after a few seconds of observation, seeing a Mrinka acting on top of everybody with some violet bald chick near her, everybody looking naked in such a rough environnment. And of course, there was the stress she tried to subdue. The nail in the coffin though, was when Diah said there were most likely others in here for the same thing as her. This all got Basiléa into a long, uncontrollable fit of laughter. A bit embarassed and annoyed her attempt to keep a low profile lasted about three seconds, she made a few steps away from the group, to try to vent off the laughter, occasionally waving her hand towards her face...<br/><br/>Of course, this made her first attempt to observe in silence more or less a failure, but she did notice a few proeminent personalities, from the distant observer to the dominant-looking established power house. Her aim was clear enough, she had to become a part of it, and/or replace it. But, all in due time...