From Beyond the Stars (IrishWolf & Far eyes)
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				Title: <strong>From Beyond the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; Far eyes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 15:21:03</strong>
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				In the early days of mankind's expansion across the stars, travel across the galaxy was slow. Huge vessels would sails through the darkness, packed with settlers in survival sleep. Because of the huge risk in life and investments, when setting up a colonization effort, it was standard practice to send ahead a smaller party, in a smaller vessel, to prepare the new colonies. These people would start terraforming planets, building up food stocks and getting all the other projects for thriving human settlement. In an effort to save a little money on the insurance for such people and the cost of transporting them, some companies or private groups would send ahead only a few people, with the equipment to grow clone workers.'<br><br>Such was the case with the fourth planet in the Omicron Atheni System, referred to as Waturn. However the private group running the operation was shaky. Funds seem to go missing often and the people signing up for the colony, some did not exist. It all seemed about to fall apart, when a handful of genetic technicians applied for the prep mission, offering to bring along their own equipment and DNA samples. Without taking a moment to think, if they should should look this gift horse in the mouth, the Colony organizers send their volunteers into space. While the techs slept, the follow on mission fell apart, they would stranded alone on Waturn, forgotten and near to see another human again.<br><br>However, this had been expected. You see, the genetic technicians were not interested in creating a small army of clones to prep a colony but rather wanted to get out from under the thumb of law, to be allowed to create new races of beings, using human and Earth animal DNA. A shaky colony mission to a habitable planet, seemed the perfect thing for their goals. Finding themselves alone and abandoned, they went to work, crafting their dream.<br><br>------------------------------<br><br>“Is this truly necessary” asked a blonde woman, as she looked up from her computer console, which was set into the crude rock walls of the cave like lab.<br><br>“Look” said a man, his features and hair color hidden in the shadows, from where he was standing behind his companion, “We’ve talked this over before. We have to put that code into the genetic sequence. We all know what the others think when a Gen doesn’t obey and we know what happens to those Gens. What do you think will happen, if they find our Gens and they don’t do what their told huh? It will be way worse then the beatings and reprograming. At least normal Gens are fully human.”<br><br>“I know I know” said the woman, “But this seems so wrong, warping a living, thinking being’s mind, just because a human tells them what to do.”<br><br>“It may be their only chance” added a second male voice, “And may God be kind, when they are found.”<br><br>------------------------------<br><br>A few thousand years later.<br><br>There was a rippling disturbance in the void of space, near the edge of Omicron Atheni System, as reality itself seemed to split open. From a ragged slice of chaotic color, which bloomed from the disturbance, a ship appeared. It was a standard, small cargo ship from Veriilian shipyards, bulky and squarish, engines in the back, bridge and living quarters in front, with the main body for cargo. Its hull was scored in dozens of places, burned and scorched by energy weapons, vapor and smoke formed a twisting trail behind it, leaking from compartments, where the hull had been holed. Although sealed, to prevent major loss of atmosphere, fires flared and died, as what little oxygen was left inside those broken corridors and rooms, burned.<br><br>On the bridge, Vincent Heyes, the ship’s sole crew, slumped over his command chair in a violent coughing fit, as he vainly waved in front of his face, trying to clear the smoky air. All around him, alarms blazed and working light flashed warning red. Still coughing, he pulled his lean, almost lanky frame up and scrambled to a panel on the bulkhead. Yanking it open, he pulled out a survival suit and all put threw it on. A few moment later, as the clean but stale canned air filled his lungs, he relaxed, breathing deep. A few coughs still escaped him, as he moved over to the consoles, looking to see if any of them still worked. Most didn’t, having overcharged and exploded, the burning electronics still smoldering.<br><br>But on screen was merely dark. Hoping against hope, he used the oldest and surest method of fixing broken tech, by thumping it with his fist. The console flickered and died, before he hit it again, harder. This time, the screen came to life, showing a fragmented scan of local space, empty of ships. As no weapons slammed against his ship, Vincent breathed with relief, he had escaped the pirates. That ambush had been way too close to bring him down and the worse part, he didn’t have any cargo for the bastards to steal. He had been setting out for a survey mission.<br><br>Still, it had been a risky choice, to make a jump with his navigation system knocked out. If the warning he had seen before he hit the jump, were correct, the crystal array had suffered critical damage. Hopefully the kingstone wasn’t cracked and he could regrow the others, if any of the planets in this system, could provide the necessary minerals. Or, if he wanted to push his luck, he could start making blind jumps, hoping to end up in a settled system before he ran out of fuel or supplies.<br><br>------------------------------<br><br>Six weeks later.<br><br>The fourth planet in the star system Vincent had ended up in, had proved to have a breathable atmosphere, which had been a major find. It meant he could use his shuttle, to replenish the air on his ship, replacing the smoke clogged reserves and refilling what was lost before the emergency hatches had closed. Once he had been breath again, his next objective had been repairing his crystal array. His scanners and probes were still out but the shuttle had a rather limited range. Ideality, he would have been using it to investigate mineral deposits his ship was able to find but over the past few weeks, he had been able to locate a volcano range, long dormant but just the right place to grow crystals.<br><br>It was also, the right place to find primitive mining operations. He found crude cities, in his flights over the planet but their technology was so primitive, he doubted they could understand that there were other planets, let alone other kinds of intelligent beings. He had avoided them but there was some kind of town, near the caverns he was using as a camp. Over the base two weeks, he had observed them mining gold, often using an explosive powder. Only last week, in one of the smaller mines, the wooden barrels of the stuff had been touch off by an untended fire. The mining crew, a mixture of humanoid beings, shorter than the average human and covered in fur, had suffered greatly for their mistake. Most had died, either from the blast or from mortal wounds but a few had still been alive when he reached them.<br><br>In a moment of pity, he had used some of the drugs in his medkit to stabilize them, knowing it would be at least a day before anyone came to the mine, if only to see why no one had come down to the town. At great risk to himself, he had carried them to his camp and then shuttled them up to his ship, using the advanced tools and machines in his medbay to heal their wounds, before bring them back to the mine. With luck, any of them that did got a look at him, wouldn't remember a thing. That they wouldn't remember the nearly six and a half foot tall human, his fair skin starting to tan, sharp light blue eyes looking down at them with concern, black hair starting to get long enough to curl but still able to keep clean shaven.<br><br>And it would appear, that they didn't remember. No one had come up into the mountains where he was and the town didn't seem stirred up. So he had relaxed, going to be being mind numbingly bored, as he watched the small seed crystals grow in the sulphurous, mineral rich, hot springs, beneath the mountains.<br><br>It was getting about midmorning, when Vincent walked out of the cave, his boots crunching on the small rocks. He dressed in a jumpsuit, dark blue with black shoulders. Normally, he would stay hidden, just in case someone did come looking but he couldn't drink the water to be found in the caverns. He had to head out to a nearby stream to his day's drinking and cooking water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Beyond the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; Far eyes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Far eyes</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 19:35:36</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://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a160/Burningdm/31c53c406f165d2e20cc5914c9b4886e.jpg)<br></div></div><br>Ascia was a scholar of sorts, well she had spent most her life being essentially a servant a hand maiden to the scholars of her temple but they were to old to make the argues journey and so she was picked because she spoke the language of the enchants and had studied there customs with Priestess Kaska.<br><br>The trip it self had been an adventure going from the monastery to the rough mountain ranges ware she knew the last reports from the miners who had been saved by magic used by the messenger of the gods. Things were made a bit more simpler by traveling as a priestess as even though the religion was not in as high favor as it use to be in the cities it was still honored especially in the wilder regions as such so she had not been bothered.<br><br>She had made the town, and talked with the miners and set out to find the messenger, she was nervous and a bit scared but also interested. She had come upon his camp one day when he was not there and she had not approached it scared he might have magic spells set like the old books talked about. So she had waited and watched from further away, seen him enter the cave and was surprised just how large he was. It had mostly been assumed that the "giants" part was just metaphorical.<br><br>She had watched for him and when he came out that morning she stepped from the hedges and made her way down, she knew ware he was going so she decided to wait for him at a sharp bend so he would not see her waiting. She was standing there in the road trying to project calm and faith some of the legends said if you were not a true believer they could tell it made her nervous. She was waring her white priestess robes with the red cross on her heart. When he saw her she put her hand out in the enchain greeting holding it "Greetings blessed one, i am Ascia one of your faithful priestesses" she spoke in a horribly accented English the old form of it with odd changes that had happened with generations teaching a language to a new one that was not actually used. So considering that perhaps her accent was not that bad<br><br>She looked up at the Giant chosen with huge soft blue eyes and felt something shift inside of her chest it made her pulse go quicker and she felt oddly warm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Beyond the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; Far eyes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 01:42:30</strong>
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				One can get used to being alone and it can be a great shock to learned that your no longer by yourself. In fact, Vincent was so surprised, when he stepped around the bend in the path down to the cold, clear stream and found one of the locals there, that he frozen in mid stride. It was looking right at him, like the native had been expecting him. His brain took a moment to register that he wasn't looking at an it but a she, if the local lifeforms were anything like humans and the females of the species had breasts. When she spoke, it snapped him out of his frozen stance and he stood straight. <br><br>For a few seconds, he said nothing, merely looking the local over. Like any good explorer in day and age, he had implants in his skull, which connect to his mind and were programed for translation of new languages. However, the english she spoke, was so old and corrupted through the generations, his system didn't recognize it for a moment. It had thought, she was speaking some alien dialect until one word was close enough to matched. Then he was able to understand what she was saying and then the meaning began to hit him. Blessed One? Faithful Priestess? This could be either very good or very very bad.<br><br>If he was accepted as some sort of God or Great Spirit, it could make life easier, during his stay on the planet. However, that meant running the very large risk of doing something these primitive types didn't expect from a God and having them turn on him. He didn't enjoy being chased by mobs and doubly so, when those mobs would want to burn him at the stake. So he would have to be careful, very careful. And there was that odd fact, that she was speaking english and now that he thought of it, the cross on her robes. Had this planet be visited by humans before? Had those visitors been missionaries or was the cross not related and just one of those strange similarities that popped up all over he universe? <br><br>"Greetings Priestess Ascia" said Vincent, raising his hand to mimic hers and using the old english, although his accent was many times better, "What brings you to this wild land?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Beyond the Stars (IrishWolf &amp; Far eyes)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Far eyes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 12:27:37</strong>
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				A smile tugged at the corners of her small mouth her huge eyes showing the emotion of joy more then her face, her large floppy ears pricking up a bit there undersides were a soft pink now, she was blushing in effect. She inhaled and let out a soft sigh her generous soft breasts lifting and letting the robe fall in the front otherwise the heavy white garment did not show much of her form. It was a bit of the reason she had picked the morning to do this when it was still cold, the temperature would go up noticeably during the day and the heavy robes became unbearable <br><br>She waited a bit once he was finished, struggling to understand and being careful she memorized it all as best and as precisely as she could she would have to write it all down. When she was reasonably sure noting ells was coming she moved her hand up and down, what the original texts described had probably been a hand shake but with time and because of the poor description of the book it looked noting like it for one she was not actually touching hands with the god child <br><br>She put her had down to her side, she felt shaky and had to fight to speak up she was naturally a some what shy person “.. they.. my tall? Old priests sent me, they would like to see you” she struggled with the unused language “they long way away, send me young I write, I watch I tell of grate one yes?” she smiled nodded and then proceeded to bite her small pink lip with long smooth two white front teeth her huge soft eyes followed him. <br>
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