The Return (IrishWolf & KalKitty)
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				Title: <strong>The Return (IrishWolf &amp; KalKitty) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 00:46:05</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. With the ease of a graceful hawk, it slipped from jumpspace into real space, seemingly gliding into the star system. After a few moments, it picked out a course for the only world in the star’s Goldilock zone, several scout probes launching from the ship’s belly.<br><br>The tiny scanners shot through the blackness, weaving around moons and planets, picking up traces of metals, chemicals and elements, which would interest every mining company able to get into the system, before moving on to the fourth planet around the star, the only one that seemed capable of supporting life. The first reports were of teeming plantlife and a breathable atmosphere, followed by trace pollution, non-natural structures and a faint electronic signal, coming off some very old gear. Stuff so old, the computers on both the probes and the ship, were unable to tell how they were still functioning. <br><br>The lone human about the scout ship, peered thoughtfully at his readouts, wondering just what he had found here, before setting his ship towards an orbit around the planet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Return (IrishWolf &amp; KalKitty) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KalKitty</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 17:12:21</strong>
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				The people of this planet had no clue that their solar system had been invaded, by those they once worshipped over a thousand years ago. Almost all of these creatures should be thankful to their creators, but, alas, that story of old has since long been forgotten. Many breeds had emerged from those that were created. There were furry, human like animals who talked and walked on two legs. Other beings were human with animal like features. Many genes developed through that time span, and all had their own personalities. It was a shame that they had all forgotten their creators, who knows how they would react to the newcomers.<br><br>Well.. one young female, would have to be the only one that wish and waited for their return. She was curled up in a ball beneath heavy blankets, sleeping soundly in her small home, surrounded by some of the artifacts she had found, and possibly stolen... It amazed her how they clicked and whirred, making her cat like ears twitch softly. A thing she had called a 'time keeper' well, she had it set and figured out. It bleeped softly beside her cushion on the floor. She smiled as she reached to tap the button to turn it off, yawning softly as she stretched rather cat like.<br><br>"Afternoon already?" She said to no one in particular, climbing out of the bed as a tail followed after her, twitching softly back and forth. "Ah well, got to get digging I guess. It'll be a long night." She hummed, dressing herself quickly before trotting down a few steps and exiting her home. It was lively, the streets were filled with people trying to get here or there. Maybe sell a thing or two to make ends meat. Women wearing long dresses while men wore suits, each seeming to try and show themselves off. It just made the neko role her eyes. Getting on all fours, she ran down the street toward the edge of town, her aim was an old mining shaft she had discovered.<br><br>The large, bulky trains were too slow for her, finding she could get there in over an hour on her own. She would dodge and pass by many people, even as she exited the town it was still pretty busy. Until she got to a dense set of woods, no one but her dared to venture in there. And writhing a few more minutes, she was standing before the mining shaft. "Today's the day I get you out of there, my pretty." She said with a chuckle before cautiously entering. It took her a few more minutes of winding down paths that she knew well before she reached a dimly lit area. A soft red light glowing every so often.<br><br>"Alright, hopefully today's dig loosens you up!" She said, placing hands on her hips triumphantly before getting to work, digging around the large object. What she didn't know was that behind that.. was the lab that they had all been created in. It took her months to get this far around this object, and it would have just taken a matter of a few more days to get through.
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