Close Encounters (DemonessOfDeathValley and Chrystal)
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				Title: <strong>Close Encounters (DemonessOfDeathValley and Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-12-2016, 12:24:25</strong>
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				They'd been on the station about three weeks now, and Kayla Hemming was just about over the jump-sickness. Her parents indulged her, even though they knew she was hamming it up, pretending to still be suffering the effects of the transition through that <em>other</em> dimension that allowed space craft to move from star to star instantaneously without spending years and years getting there. The journey between stars (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=226316.0) lasted a mere moment and yet, to some humans it also seemed to last an eternity. Some took drugs to soften the effect, passenger ships usually tried to time their day/night cycle so they jumped in the small hours of the ship's "morning" when most passengers were asleep. Kayla had been awake from excitement, and the sudden transition had made her feel as though she was turned inside out.<br><br>Of course the ship's doctor had examined her, the ships meditech had scanned her and there was nothing wrong... But Kayla was a good actress and her parents were over indulgent merely because they felt bad at having dragged her out here. So she had used her imaginary "jump sickness" to get out of doing anything and spend time sulking in her room. Her Father had ignored her, her birth-mother had laughed at her and her genetic mother had fussed over her. And Kayla had once again wondered how she had ended up with three parents instead of the biologically required two.<br><br>But now, finally, she was dragged out of her room at some ungodly hour... she still had trouble getting used to the terms Main-day and Alter-day for day and night. Equally she still hadn't got used to the way everything seemed slightly off kilter due to Coriolis effect and the way everything curved <em>upwards</em> in two directions on the long corridors. Looking up and seeing the lit overheads in the corridors wasn't too bad. Looking up in the big open spaces of the docks - where the gravity was too high - and seeing the darkness beyond the lights that teemed with pipes and support struts, that was disconcerting. She was certain, one time, she saw something move up there in the darkness. Her imagination went to the comic books she read and she imagined all sorts of nasty creatures... <br><br>Except that those "nasty" creatures were real. Well, some of them. This was Human space, defined by treaty, and the predominant species was homo sapiens, origin Sol III. But she had seen a feline Mrinka family (she actually wondered whether her parents were modelling their own family on the Mrinka), a serpentine Nassgith, and she had been told that there were a number of Vuppters living on station, the leathery-winged bat-like aliens with their built-in sonar were employed as dock engineers. It had, she reasoned, been one of them she had seen moving in the darkness above the bright dock lights.<br><br>Born on a planet, she was unused to station life in some ways, but in many others she was - recycling of water and air, for example, as well as emergency protocols, were all the same. Sol IV was an inhospitable world with a low gravity and unbreathable atmosphere - terraforming was a dream that had so far not happened. Kayla was tall and slender like most Martians, standing 181 cm tall but massing only 50kg. And here on the station she <em>weighed</em> fifty kilos too which was another reason she had spent much of her time here so far lying horizontal on her bed. She had cut her long red hair to half it's original length because the gravity was dragging at her neck muscles. Now it was mid way down her back. She had been forced to wear a bra for the first time ever....<br><br>Dressed in jeans (still the <em>de rigueur</em> dress for teenagers even though the actual material was no longer cotton but a synthetic substitute) and a tee shirt with the logo of her favourite Martian Slam band, <em>Pressure Zone</em>, adorning her confined but supported mounds, Kayla made her way around the station to the school. This was the first day of a new school year - her birth mother and father had both started their new jobs on the station during the school holidays. Her genetic mother (she was tempted to use the Mrinka terms tree mother and Earth mother, but when she had suggested it all three parents had given her nasty looks and her father had told her not to talk about those <em>damned cats</em>) was to start a new job today.<br><br>She took a seat in the class and looked around. The class was small, there were five boys and seven girls, and about twenty empty seats. The teacher came in and everyone quieted. <br><br>"Good morning class".<br><br>"Good morning..." Everyone muttered back.<br><br>"Welcome back to most of you. If you could all move towards the front please? And could out two new arrivals please step up to the front and introduce yourselves?"<br><br>Two, huh? Kayla shrugged. She didn't mind the public humiliation of being made to stand at the front of the class and say who she was. She had deliberately sat at the back away from everyone else, but it seemed that the teacher wanted to talk quietly rather than project to the back of the room. She made her way to the front and stood beside the other new girl. "Hi, I'm Kayla Hemming. I'm Martian. So no, I'm not a blue-skyer", she'd heard spacers and stationers refer to the planet-born as blue-skyers, "I'm a pink-skyer!" That got a puzzled look from some and a chuckle from others. "My parents moved here during the school holidays, my dad's an electronics and robotics engineer, my birth mother works in traffic control... Uh... I have three parents..." She glanced at the Mrinka male who was apparently holding hands with a human female. "My genetic mother is starting a job in food service..."<br><br>It was something that was still frowned upon amongst the more conservative elements of Earth society, but Martian morals were looser. Her father had married a woman who was incapable of giving birth. They had found a surrogate mother that both had fallen in love with, and had insisted she marry both of them. Out here in the Stars, it seemed that things were even less restricted. The girl sitting next to the Mrinka gave her a glare. There was clearly a relationship there. <br><br>Kayla waited for the other girl to introduce herself and then went to sit down. The only open spaces put her either next to the furry feline, or on the other end of the row next to the other new girl. She shrugged and elected the latter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Close Encounters (DemonessOfDeathValley and Chrystal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DemonessOfDeathValley</strong> on <strong>31-12-2016, 00:25:40</strong>
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				Odette was used to moving around. Her parents were part of an ‘Alien Relocation Program’ that helped Aliens integrate with Humans. Such programs were <em>actually</em> intended to get Humans used to Aliens. It had been a widely used custom since Humans had first found that they were not alone in the universe. For the most part, these programs were very helpful. They helped Humans to get used to the idea of not being the <em>only</em> sentient beings in existence. So….different species were moved around to different locales in order to ensure diversity. This usually meant, the more exotic the species, the more they had to move. Unfortunately, Humans seemed to be more comfortable with species that were closer to Humanoid. Odette’s species was <em>officially</em> identified as, Sentient Amorphous Protoplasmic Being Alpha 4. Her people called themselves Shades and as a rule, they were more than happy to be part of the relocation programs. They believed that the more people got to know each other, the more peace would prevail. However….Humans didn’t always find it appealing to live next to a family of shapeshifting blobs. <br><br>In Odette’s natural state, she looked like a large blob of golden slime. She was capable of taking almost any shape in virtually any color. On their home world, they took a variety of shapes but most often a sort of light pink squid. Odette on the other hand, had begun to venture away from the usual form and take on a human one. Her face was smooth and flawless, devoid of hair, her ears absolutely perfect while her long brunette hair hung straight down her slender back. For her clothing, she had chosen a plain white button down ladies shirt and a pair of blue jeans. After studying many magazines on human fashion that had been the best bet for an outfit which she pulled together with a pair of black Mary – Jane flat shoes. The ensemble was simple and fit her carefully formed curves well. She’d chosen it as an arbitrary design meant to be trendy but unassuming. The thought of being ‘too in style’ might cause people to reject her. While being too far ‘out of style’ might yield the same result. Assuming a teenage humanoid shape and integrating with them might be the more difficult thing she’d ever done. Odette’s skin was a very light beige and it had no blemish or pore. That was one thing that no Amorphous being could create, were the pores of skin. It was simply too time consuming. By the time that every pore was created, it would be time for a being’s resting period. Every Shade needed at least eight hours of rest in their natural state in order to maintain solid form prolonged periods of time. <br><br>The young Amorphous being entered the classroom and took a seat in the back. She paid no attention to the looks she got from the other students. Especially those from the catlike Alien holding hands with a human. Perhaps the Alien Integration Program was a bit more successful on that particular station? On the other outposts where Odette’s family had been placed, humans had been taught to <em>stick with their own</em>. While it was encouraged to make friends and be civil, it wasn’t encouraged to…..form romantic relationships between humans and aliens. It was refreshing to see that perhaps such segregation was not the norm here. Not that Odette had been lonely or friendless but she had never really had many lasting friendships nor had she really found that one person that felt she <em>really</em> connected with. Perhaps in this new place, she would find some new friendships. <br><br>Odette left her desk and moved to the front of the classroom, standing next to the girl who introduced herself as Kayla and a Martian. She smiled when it was her turn and blinked lashless eyes that were the color of moss. “My name is Odette. No last name…Just…Odette. And yes….I am a Shade.” As usual, there were the surprised gasps and the wide eyed looks and of course the ‘can she really change shape’ mutterings. It wasn’t anything that Odette hadn’t heard before. Every new place brought a new classroom and each new classroom brought another introduction. Every introduction brought curiosity. This was why Odette chose to explain herself as much as possible. “My official species is….Sentient Amorphous Protoplasmic Being Alpha 4. I come from a world in the Doro’van Nebula. And…this is what my people can do…” Holding out her right hand, she shifted it into its natural gelatinous state, shifting her hand into a golden rose and held the shape for a few seconds before shifting her arm and hand back into its humanoid form. “My Father is working in Security. He’s really good at surveillance. My Mother is just…My Mother.” <br><br>As usual some of the students were amazed while others had seen the things that a Shade could do and weren’t amused. Still others were unnerved by her display. Some of the students had never even heard of a being like Odette before, she was like nothing they could ever imagine. The majority of human beings and even other Aliens were used to solid beings, not someone that could literally fit into <em>anything</em>. She didn’t put on her little show to offend anyone but as a preemptive measure. She had found it easier to show what she could do early on rather than allowing her peers’ curiosity to get the better of them and seek her out to do ‘tricks’. That’s exactly what had happened on the Lunar Star Base, one of the first places her Father had been stationed. She’d kept her shifting ability a secret back then. It hadn’t turned out well. <br><br>Odette smiled and casually took her seat at the back of the class next to the other new girl. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she felt as if she were on display, like a little bug wiggling under glass. The feeling wasn’t anything new and if Odette was honest with herself, she would have thought that she would have gotten over such things long ago. A shudder went through her body sort of like when a person jiggles the Human created dessert ‘Jello’. The rippling through Odette’s protoplasmic form caused her to change color for a moment. Instead of her usual beige, she faded to a very light pink only to fade back momentarily. She looked at her hand and shook it, as if <em>literally</em> ‘shaking it off’. <br><br>“Don’tcha just <em>love</em> the first day of school?” Odette remarked to no one in particular. “So much fun, I’m changing color.” Her tone was sarcastic but that of an average teenage female. 
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