Taming The Stars (AtarnxSeress)
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				Title: <strong>Taming The Stars (AtarnxSeress)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atarn</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 17:33:16</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Humans: Run o' the mill genetically perfected Transhumans. The rich can live indefinitely due to renewable bodies, the poor can at least live a good few centuries. The human Empire of Stars consist of about 4000 worlds divided in a thousand Crown systems and half as many non-recognized systems.<br><br>Kay'Reem: Humanoid jackals, masters of transportation technology. Their worlds are spread out across the galaxy, and they do not take kindly to Mercurials as they consider the timeless nature of the shifter society heretical.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120815165912/lolph/images/c/ca/Panel_Galactic_Nasus.jpg)</div></div><br>Mercurials: Once humans, the Old Men* bred these men and women with precise goals in mind, perfecting the genetic template through DNA-tampering and then adding Nanobots. The end result now is a formless super organism that can assume the shape of any person, alien or animal. When resting Mercurials congeal into pools that allow them to share memories and emotions.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://mysticalchrist.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/t-1000.jpeg)</div></div><br>Borolans: Arrogant, aloof telepaths. Consider everyone else a uninteresting side note in their galactic epic. The rest of the galaxy ignore these 7' tall aliens whenever possible.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cdn.blogs.sheknows.com/realitytvmagazine.sheknows.com/2015/08/Sarah-and-Laura-resized.jpg)</div></div><br>Tayrilians: Winged elfin aliens who were the first alien race encountered by humans. The two harbor a close bond and both societies have influenced each other culturally.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/1431982-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div></div><br>The Hzzk: Insectoid aliens who seem to mix traits of spider, ant, mantis and crustaceans. They are warlike and profess to a advanced martial code of conduct. Perhaps fortunately most Hzzk stick to their home worlds and partake in what seems to be a never ending civil war.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/pNKSl.jpg)</div></div><br>Oool: Jellyfish-like aliens that serve as the galaxy's foremost information brokers. Their minds are so advanced that they never saw the need for AI/computers as an Oool could perform those tasks far more efficiently.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://plusxp.wordpress.com/files/2009/09/a-metroid.jpg)</div></div><br>Darayngans: Whale-like species of space pirates. Their entire space fleet is considered part of their ”Procurement Specialists Department” that regularly attack and loot other races ships.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/315/5/e/Mosasaur_in_space_by_NetRaptor.jpg)</div></div><br>Kibblings: 2' long ferret/cat-like species. The first humans to encounter them named them their current name. Insanely fast and highly territorial, the Kibblings are very intelligent and have a supernatural sense of danger which they share with people they like. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/48/2f/b2/482fb240f0ff8f4bb0b55842ebb3a52c.jpg)</div></div><br>*:Old Men,galactic term meaning the human civilization that came before the Great Fall and the ensuing millennium of darkness.<br><br>There are dozens more races in the galaxy, make up your own if you feel like it.<br></div></div>This is the new age. We have come from an age of darkness, an age brought upon us from a shameful past when dark technology allowed mankind to force it's rule upon countless worlds. It was the prelude to a more violent time, a time we should never have allowed ourselves to forget as we have. It is our sin, our collective shame to bear. The hubris of the Old Men was so great, that when it met other races with similar delusions war became inevitable. And when war is waged with weapons powerful enough to obliterate stars, the war itself becomes a nightmare. We cast our galaxy into a dark age that lasted an entire millennium during which our entire civilization crumbled. So much was lost that the wisest of leaders became aware that the entirety of humanity would be snuffed out like a candle if nothing was done. And so in the closing days of the war great world ships were constructed and entire worlds of humans and our close friends the Mercurials were sent on a great exodus into another galaxy. <br>It was a great journey, lasting for centuries until the first ship in the fleet, christened <em>Sol's Light</em> arrived at what would become known as The Second Cradle of Humanity or Hope's Cradle. On a beautiful world of vast size the first steps to a new civilization were lain, and the rebuilding begun.<br>Aware of the dangers of returning to the mindset of the dark age, the pioneers of this new galaxy strove for peace to be the central pillar of their new society, and a philosophy was hammered out, then intertwined with the burgeoning code of laws being made. No longer would huge fleets and soldiers be the replacement for words; the peacekeepers of this new society were merely the hand, not the mind. And over another two centuries humans and Mercurials explored outlying solar systems and rebuilt. <br>With exploration came encounters, different races that sometimes welcomed, sometimes did not welcome humanity and the Mercurials. However tenacity won out, and 250 years after the Sol's Light had landed, the Exodites became part of the new galactic scene.<br>That was more than half a millennium ago, and the Neo-Terran Federation is flourishing, thousands of worlds settled and alliances and bonds of friendship forged. From Hope's Cradle star legionaries and their Emissary wards go into the star-filled vastness.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sol's Legacy, Terran-class world in the Opteris system.</strong></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/162/8/a/alien_planet_by_laelp-d3ilrwe.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://wallpapersus.com/wallpapers/2012/11/Sci-Fi-City-Skyscraper-Aerial-View-Sunset-Evening-Landscape-1080x1920.jpg)</div></div>((More to come))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming The Stars (AtarnxSeress)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seress</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 12:30:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/82/640x885_14458_Enforcer_class_female_2d_fantasy_character_concept_art_costume_girl_warrior_woman_archer_picture_image_digit.jpg)Philomena</div>Philomena Rothermere was used to the good life, her heritage and the effort that had been put into keeping the human percentage of her gene pool intact saw to it. Her family hailed from kings and queens and she was the center of her own little empire so what found her sulking now was the audacity with which she had been sent off from her pampered home to traverse the known realm as an Emissary...she was not amused.<br>The morning had started with a fitting tantrum as breaking things had such a soothing effect on her nerves, and every time she raised her voice the servants seemed to go into overdrive so atleast something would be done. Making them dance to her tune let her feel as if she had atleast some amount of control left in her life, even though her silent shadow of a bodyguard hadn't even raised a brow when that vase had smashed into the wall next to her. "Mara, Mara are you even listening to me!?" Philomena resorted to acknowledging the bodyguard to get some sort of reaction and the mercurial finally looked at her. Those silver pools void of emotions just as the womans voice. "Yes mistress?" It was hard to believe that this was the same woman that had sheltered her when she was a child, that she could sound warm and Philomena stamped her foot. "Well, what do you have to say about all of this?"<br><br>Mara sighed within, the woman before her was a legal adult but she still acted as a child and she blamed the family for this. You could not simply coddle a being and hide them away from the world like a bird in a gilded cage and then one day toss them out.<br>With practiced patience she looked around the room to finally look back at her ward. "It is an outright mess mistress." She knew it wasn't what the question had been about, but the family had decided that this was what had to be done and she would not speak her mind about it even though her answer got a pissed off scream in return. If anything Philomena had a set of lungs to her. "I do not mean these shoddy quarters!!!"<br>The quarters were in high standard but Mara saw no point in speaking up so she reverted back to silence, deciding to ride the storm out, and soon enough Philomena seemed to run out of enough energy to sit down on her bed. Her lower lip quivering as her eyes welled up with tears, and as she started to cry Mara finally walked over to her. Wrapping her arms around the young woman as she dropped her shields and soothing her with a voice filled with compassion as she had when Philomena was just a child.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming The Stars (AtarnxSeress)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atarn</strong> on <strong>05-08-2014, 21:41:28</strong>
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				The hull of the Babu Yagai trembled slightly, unnoticeable to anyone except a Mercurial or someone with Awareness mods done. They'd gone into Transpace, and the last leg of their journey was on the way. THeir destination was Sol's Legacy, a diplomatic focal point for the Empire of Stars, yet the world lies inside Kay'Reem space.<br>After perhaps half an hour, the door to the cabin opens silently and a man enters; Mardos, the head of Philomena's Legionnaire entourage.<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/025/9/b/mgrising___raiden__normal_cyborg_body__render_by_existingbox9-d73m9f9.png)</div></div><strong>Envoy, Lady Mara. I wished to inform you that within seven hours we will arrive at Sol's Legacy."</strong><br>He looks at the two women, the one organic eye he has left after more than two centuries of being a legionnaire showing a brief flash of empathy.<br><strong>"Is there anything I can do for The Envoy?"</strong><br>There is sympathy in his voice, carefully shielded by the harsh training the legionnaires go through but perceptible to an Envoy and a Mercurial.<br>Touching the right forearm of his armor he steps aside as a swarm of nanobots sweep into the room, repairing the broken vase and cleaning up the mess quickly and silently.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/333/b/c/baudo_class_yacht_by_thedarkestseason-d33w812.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming The Stars (AtarnxSeress)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seress</strong> on <strong>01-03-2015, 22:11:36</strong>
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				"I don't care!" Philomena cried out before pressing her face against Mara's abdomen, the Mercurial looked towards Mardos. He worked for the family, but after all this time she knew where his loyalty lay. "The Envoy shall be ready when we arrive. Prepare a meal and a warm bath."<br>For all the tantrums and tears Philomena still hailed from royalty. It was something that oozed from her very being, and it was something that would be needed at Sol's Legacy. Anything and everything went into accentuating that from clothes, fragrances, make-up and jewelry. 
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				Post by: <strong>Atarn</strong> on <strong>01-03-2015, 22:39:41</strong>
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				<strong>As you command Lady Mara, I will have both ready when you exit the cabin."</strong><br>He gave a short bow, but you do not make a predator like that into a courtier and the movement is not as fluid as it should be; Mardos was a warrior first and foremost. <br>Exiting the cabin he makes sure an opulent feast and bath await the lady and her bodyguard once they decide to leave.<br><br>In the cockpit another legionnaire awaits; Arasha, a Hzzk exiled queen. The insectoid alien makes a sound Mardos has learned is a chuckle, but the human just shakes his head.<br><em>"I do not...Envoy you your mission, or the mission of the Mercurial..."</em><br>Chuckling at her own joke the Hzzk returns to piloting the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taming The Stars (AtarnxSeress)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seress</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 12:31:30</strong>
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				As Mardos exited Mara gently stroked Philomenas hair until she could feel the abrupt breaths change and grow deeper, and those muscles tensing as before the coming of a storm. That is when the Mercurial helped Philomena stand. "Food, a warm bath and I will call for your masseuse." The prospect of all three of those offers seeming to get to the young woman as the revolt in her eyes died down a bit before she rose her nose. "You may prepare me Mara." Philomena held her arms out so Mara could help her undress. It was true that she was hungry, though she would not admit to it.<br><br>Fully undressed Philomenas body was a work of art. Symmetric form, unscathed smooth skin and curves to add the right touch of femininity. But what made her that prize of her family in an age where genetic engineering could create perfection was the heritage, natural processes and decades it had taken to achieve this result. <br>Mara lead Philomena to the other room and left her with one servant to feed and bathe her before the masseuse arrived. "I will return later Envoy." A quick bow of her head followed her words then she left the room. Walking down the hallway towards the cockpit she stopped by the surveillance room momentarily and reached over the man sitting there to turn off the monitor that showed Philomena. "Do not touch." It was a simple message, but the threat behind it was palpable and by rumor one the Mercurial had followed through on as she had come across a staff member watching the Envoy with all but professionalism.<br><br>As the cockpit door opened again Mara stepped inside. "How long before we dock?"
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				Post by: <strong>Atarn</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 19:44:18</strong>
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				The man had looked at Mara, looking at her evenly.<br>"No need to worry Ma'am, she's not my type." He'd heard the stories about his predecessor, and he didn't understand why you'd risk the ire of the Envoys bodyguard over someone like her.<br><br>Madros looks up, Arasha not looking up from her controls.<br><strong>"Six point four hours Mara. I'm not about to push the ship any faster. She's a luxury shuttle, not a combat ship..."</strong><br>His tone is one of annoyance; he'd preferred a heavily armed and armored combat shuttle over this pleasure barge.<br>Then he looks at his on-off lover with a slight smile.<br><strong>"If you are restless I could spar with you."</strong><br>Arasha makes a sound close to a chuckle, then she plots a new route.<br><em>"I will cut down the trip with at least an hour, Lady Mara...If we go with the currents rather than the plotted course we will arrive earlier." </em>
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