<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>Settlement, then landing pad </td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin, new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Assisting with the shuttle, then talking to the new arrivals</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Diah was smiling.<br/><br/>This was nothing new; anyone who had been with the small, purple Quyllian for any period of time knew that she was generous with her smiles -- in fact, there were those who thought or even said that Diah was really too damn<em>cheerful</em>for someone sentenced to spend the rest of her life in the frozen Hell that was the Cooler. She was an amiable and affable woman; often found humming merry little tunes to herself, amusing herself with silly conversations, and seldom if ever displayed the traits of anger and frustrated aggression so common in prisoners.<br/><br/>But right now, her smile was a little wider than usual, her orange-tinted eyes just slightly dreamy -- signs that, to those who knew her, was perfectly clear: She'd just either seduced or been seduced by one of the other women. Diah's sexual appetite was well-known in the settlement (though she herself insisted that she had a rather low sex drive compared to many other Quyllians), as was her uncanny ability to, with her strange hypnotic gaze and soft voice, entrance and ensnare others. Many were the women on the Cooler who had gazed into Diah's orange eyes and found themselves compelled to obey her, to think and feel only as she commanded. And many were the women who had insisted they weren't interested in other women sexually, but after being placed in a trance by Diah would be happily fucking her or any other woman she might have presented to them.<br/><br/>Harrin was one of the exceptions. Not everyone was equally susceptibe to Diah's power, and as had been early established, all Mrifka were naturally immune to the Quyllian hypnotic stare. And given that hypnosis were often used among Quyllians as a non-violent way to establish dominance, Diah had early on accepted Harrin as her superior and submitted to her.<br/><br/>And so, when Harrin came by the settlement, Diah was the first to join her. Her smile didn't lessen at all when the Mrifka took some time to check out her rounded, purplish bottom, and she jumped aslightly and giggled when she felt a smack against that bottom.<br/><br/><em>"If there's no-one I fancy on the shuttle, I'll have you in my place tonight,"</em>Harrin purred softly, then grinned.<em>"In fact, you could stop by anyway, even if we both find someone. I've got a spare roll of plazweld to use up!"</em><br/><br/>"Mmmm... I believe I could fit some time into my busy schedule," Diah purred back, moving to stroke her bald head against Harrin's arm; it took only a second or two, but was a clear sign of affection and submission. She would do as Harrin told her.<br/><br/>As more people from the settlement came out towards them, Diah took a couple of steps back in order to let Harrin do her newly-appointed job of commanding -- and she stayed aside, passive and calmly watching, as one of them (one of the newbies who didn't know how things were around here) tried to protest with a "fuck you, Puss!" and got diciplined for it by the Mrifka. There was no compassion in the Quyllian's eyes as the stranger got up; while most of the other prisoners drew sighs of relief that there wouldn't be any bloodshed at the moment, Diah just shot the woman an<em>"oh-well-you-asked-for-it"</em>look, shrugged her shoulders and gave her a cheerful smile.<br/><br/>Being one of the physically smaller and weaker prisoners, Diah had accepted (and quite happily at that) that she was not the best choice for the most strenuous physical tasks such as pushing the carts or containers, and left the heavier parts of the work to stronger, more able-bodied women. Giving what little assistance she could, she helped see to it that the containers got to where they should be and afterwards focused on another task.<br/><br/>As the new prisoners came out of their pods, setting their feet on the icy surface of the planet for the first time, Diah was there with her friendliest smile, standing in a position so they all could see and hear her. And what they saw was a small, completely bald woman with light purplish skin and large orange-yellow eyes, her Smartex suit so transparent that she might as well have been naked -- but she showed no sign of modesty because of this, doing nothing to hide her ample breasts or hairless crotch.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Cooler, ladies," she said -- and the bizarreness of her acting like a polite and friendly guide rather than an inmate in a hellish, miserable prison would probably not be lost on any of them. "If you'll gather around here? Thank you! I won't keep you long, just thought you'd appreciate a word of welcome and perhaps a few pointers about your new lives before you're thrown out into it." She let her eyes sweep over all the newcomers before continuing:<br/><br/>"I don't know what you've been convicted for, but whatever it is, chances are that you'll find women here who've been convicted for the same things: Murder, rape, smuggling, slave trading, simply having the bad luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever the reason, we're all here now, and our mission is to mine precious and useful minerals for the Empire. You'll be working in the newly-opened Gelumium mine and will be assigned individual tasks and jobs, depending on your capabilities and on what's needed.<br/><br/>"Oh, and don't worry about the cold; these Smartex suits might not look the part, but they'll protect you from the worst of the cold and from most physical harm. I suggest you try to get used to them as soon as possible, because they're all the clothing you'll ever have from now on.<br/><br/>"Thanks for your attention. Anyone have any questions, feel free to ask."<br/>