The Last Islander: A (PhantomVector & gsptGoddess)
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				Title: <strong>The Last Islander: A (PhantomVector &amp; gsptGoddess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 06:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/1676y2s.jpg)</div> The pale figure lay crumpled on her bed, unable to move but to tremble slightly. Her life was simple, the same story each day; she was used to it, and had no right to complain. In the secret room she was given an enormous bed covered in&nbsp; luxurious, silky sheets and dozens of pillows. Tapestries covered the plain stone in an attempt to make the room look brighter, more festive. Four candles rested on high pedestals in the corners of the room, their wax cold and unwelcoming. A large rug covered most of the marble floor, and outside of a small marble wardrobe, there was nothing else to gaze at. She knew this.<br><br>A tear-streaked face was buried in pillows. The simple, colorful cloth that had covered her body hours ago lie plainly at the end of the bed, tossed aside after being ripped off of her. She was used to it. After her planet had been ravaged by vicious red creatures, baring endless brawn and weaponry, she had been taken to their King. Immediately, she was made to be his mistress, to do his every bidding as he pleased, forced into a life of secluded prostitution. After some time, she stopped screaming, knowing it only brought more pain. It didn't take long for the King to change his treatment towards her. As long as she learned what he wanted and didn't scream, he wouldn't beat her - as often.<br><br>That night, after he left and her tears stopped flowing, the young woman finally fell asleep. When she slept, the world didn't exist to her. Nothing was out there but her comfortable bed and the memories of her home, the Island she had loved and longed for from the day it was torn out of her life. Her dreams were filled with nothing but the bright white sands, the clear blue waters, and the endless shrouds of greenery; it was a haven. It was what she dreamed about as a war went on outside the walls of the castle she had been hidden in.<br><br><hr><br>Aria finally awoke, groaning quietly as she stretched out, still naked under her silken sheets. None of the candles in her room were lit. "Kallah?" Clearing her throat, she called out once more, receiving only the echo of her own small voice. She arose from the bed, hands out in front of her body to find the wardrobe on the opposite wall. Once there, the girl wrapped a sliky fabric around her body. It was short, clinging to her chest while hanging loosely around her waist and thighs. To anyone else, the cloth would have made for a knee-length skirt, but her small body allowed her to wear it without worry of anything flashing out; not that there was anyone to flash herself at.<br><br>Moving along the wall, her palms were flat against the cold stone, a shiver running through her spine as her ear pressed to the stone as well, the point rubbing against it. The castle was far too quiet. Never in her time there had there been complete silence. Though the walls were thick, her hearing was spectacular, so there must have been something wrong. Stepping closer, as if to hear better, her breasts squished against the stone, entire body attempt to find the faint sound of Kallah - or his wife's - voice. Yet nothing came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Islander: A (PhantomVector &amp; gsptGoddess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomVector</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 13:28:32</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">(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u178/TanisVerkaros/RP/nemo_by_rustyarm-d4rugcs.jpg)</div></div><br>Victor was a collector of things that people no longer needed, or were otherwise unable to use. Although he was more commonly known as a scavenger. Not that he really minded being called either. Earth was relatively young to the galactic scene, but with the sharing of technologies, some through official channels, and others through people like himself, was on the same technological level as other factions. His ship, the Zephyr was an old Vindicator Class Corvette. Commissioned during the first years of the human exploration of the galaxy. A reliable, but outdated vessel. Refitted with stealth plating and large heatsinks to help keep the ship running silent. Useful for sneaking past Alliance patrols.<br><br>The red planet, with its small patches of green forests, and larger patches of silver cities. Large highways stretching across the planet, crisscrossing large lakes of blue. However for all its grandeur and beauty, the streets echoed silenced. Schools, and houses deathly quiet. The grand palace once alive with people and noise sat noiseless. No one knew what happened, or why but every living organism on the planet had been killed. With the production of the planet's exports now halted indefinitely the prices of such items sky rocketed. Which is why he had come to the planet. They'd waited on the edge of the system, but their hadn't been any activity. The alliance had pulled its forces out some time ago, as there was no point in defending the dead planet.<br><br>Making landfall had been thankfully quiet, and uneventful. The ship's crew only number about 20, and 10 of which headed out into the now quiet remains of a once proud and warlike civilization to gather anything of value, and unique to the planet to be sold at the highest bidder. Victor however had other plans, while the others explored cities and small towns, he had his eyes set on the Grand Palace, and whatever treasure was hidden there. Jumping onto his hover bike he began the short trek into the 
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