The Last Princess
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				Title: <strong>The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>18-11-2007, 03:54:00</strong>
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				The rebellion was broken, or at least she was.&nbsp; Ijahdi DiThora fled across the blackest reaches of space, her imperial guards broken and dying one by one as the Ataxin fleet hunted them down like sheep.&nbsp; It had all come undone so quickly, the ambush turning so quickly to slaughter.&nbsp; She wondered if any others had made it free of the Warmaster’s ships.&nbsp; She’d watched both Mardoa and Zhill burn, their cruiser imploding soundlessly in the vacuum of space.&nbsp; The others… well, if they’d any sense, they’d be fleeing for their lives, as she had done.&nbsp; It had been days now, since she’d turned tail and run, self preservation winning over feeling of loyalty and kinship.&nbsp; After all, what good was she dead or, even worse, captured.&nbsp; At least this way, or so she hoped, she might be a symbol for her surviving people.&nbsp; Hope sprang eternal, or so it was said, but for her, Last Princess of Barsa II, Hope was gone.<br><br>She looked at the radar chart, hoping to recognize some sort of landmark, some blip denoting a friendly atmosphere… the fuel cels were dying, the indicator had been blinking red for some time now and if she didn’t find some place to land soon… she didn’t want to finish that thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just then, the AI sputtered through the speaker panel, it’s voice sounding warped and drawn. <br><br>“Poooower leveeeeels at threeee per ceeent, Iiiiijaaaaah deeeeee.”<br><br>&nbsp;The lack of power was effecting everything… how much longer before it would be the lights, and then… she shuddered.&nbsp; Life support systems would be the last to go.&nbsp; Please, she pleaded silently.&nbsp; Please let there be a miracle…<br><br>Nothing but silence.&nbsp; The lights began to flicker then, and suddenly she was bathed in darkness, only the light of the command center and navigational systems to keep her company.&nbsp; She wept silently in vain, knowing that it wouldn’t be long.<br><br>“Liiiife bearing plaaaaanet detecteeeeed, Ijaaade e eee.” The AI sputtered, sounding like it too was in it’s final legs.&nbsp; “Seeeting cooooorrrrrr…”&nbsp; and then, just like that it died.&nbsp; A spark of hope flared within her, hope, and fear.&nbsp; Had it really detected something?&nbsp; And had it set the correct coordinates before passing from this life to the next?&nbsp; She could only hope…<br><br>The small cruiser settled into orbit above the large planet.&nbsp; On board all but the most basic of functions had shut down.&nbsp; Even life support had settled into a lull, pumping only enough air into the cabin to keep the princess alive and barely conscious.&nbsp; Her last sight as that of a small green and blue orb covered with white wisps of clouds and after that, there was sleep…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>20-11-2007, 00:56:51</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;... and like that, the ship came down. Apparently, her prayers, to some unknown God of the galaxies, had been heard. The ship came down in a course to land on the nearest patch of earth.... which happened to be a quite fairly sized island. The ship breaking up a bit, systems no longer supportive enough to keep the ship fully intact in an entry into the atmosphere. So to any who looked, a flaming sphere seemed to fall from the sky, and crash right through the trees and foilage, like a hot knife through butter, none of the vegitation apparently sturdy enough to keep the soon to be wreckage at bay.<br><br>&nbsp;And thus was the sight that greeted a man that was far from home... leaning back comfortably in a chair on what looked like some sort of makeshift patio... looking like it was made out of parts of a ship. Definately looking out of place, considering the lush vegitation that surrounded the area that he had started to just recently think of as home.<br><br>&nbsp;For a moment, his attention was pulled from where a pillar of smoke was cascading above the treeline down to the golden locks of the woman who's head was bobbing quite steadily in his lap... His eyes roaming over the amazonian beauty as she expertly fellated the man. But after a moment, his hand reached down, gripping her head, and pulling her mouth reluctantly from his shaft.<br><br>&nbsp;"Go get the exploration party together... and investigate that crash. Mark the path to it... and if anyone is alive.... bring them to me." the last words holding an almost ominous chill to them... and the girl nodded, giving a pouty look at the cock, and stole one last lick, before standing, and running away to do as told.<br><br>&nbsp;He put his pants back on straight, and leaned back, fingers steepling in front of him. It had been a good few months since he had fallen to this planet himself... and even fewer since he had taken over the island, using what resources survived from his ship to supress the band of habitants that had seemed to call this island home... and bend them to his will.<br><br>&nbsp;"... but if someone came looking for me.... or seeks to upset this..." his eyes narrowed just slightly, watching the pillar of smoke, and a person could almost see the hardening of his features. He wouldn't let anyone rob him of his paradise.... which means... he'd have to ensure they had no way of doing such.<br><br>&nbsp;After a few moments, he saw the search party tear off into the trees... nearly 2 dozen men and women (only about 4 women), all wearing little more than loinclothes (women wearing tops), armed with crude weaponry.... almost as if neanderthal man was still alive.... though both male and female were aesthetically pleasing... which is why he had no qualms about amusing himself with the women to pass the time.<br><br>&nbsp;He stood up, and reached for the blaster that sat on the table next to his chair, setting it in the holster at his waist, and turned. He was the last surviving member of his ship.... and hell if he'd give this place up without a fight.<br><br>&nbsp;With that last thought, he started to move from the balcony into his little makeshift fortress... and to the inevitable wait of what would come with the search parties return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 18:57:57</strong>
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				The landing jolted her to awareness, rolling her out of her chair and across the floor to end up in a heap against one of the navigaitonal consoles.&nbsp; She shook her head, her waves of thick black tresses settling like alien tendrils against her dark&nbsp; brown skin, think lashess fluttering as she tried to make sense of it all... this was not at all what she had expected, so sure was she that death had been iminent, and now she found herself surprised to be still alive. Battered and bruised, to be sure, but her heart was still beating and the rise and fall of her ample breast signified that her lungs still worked...<br><br>Light shone into the ship, it's armor peirced by the crash landing, vegatation spilling through the tearing rends that had opened up in the titanium metal.&nbsp; From the look of things, she'd come down on some sort of jungle.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thankfully, it was warm.&nbsp; She abhorred the cold.&nbsp; Pulling herself to a sitting position with a groan of pain, she tried to crawl to the escape hatch as smoke began to slowly seep into the cabin and the hatch to the rest of the ship began to glow softly red around the edges.&nbsp; She had to escape while she could, before the ship went up in flames or worse.&nbsp; She wished she had time to gather supplies, but from the look of things, time was of the essence, and in her current condition, she doubted very much if she'd be able to carry much with her.&nbsp; Forcing herself to stand, using the console to guide her, she made her way to a great gaping hole in the side of the crusier, and stared out... it was as she had expected, a great jungle.&nbsp; Well, hopefully that would mean water and fruits were readidly available.&nbsp; <br><br>With a great effort, she lowered herself to the ground, hurrying away as best she could from the now burning craft, trying to put as much distance between it and herself as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 19:41:22</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The swiftness of the scouting party was something that may amaze most people, their speed something akin to that of olympic sprinters... but even they had to be careful in the jungle. So by the time the group of men and women arrived at the downed craft, she was already out of sight, heading off into some random portion of the jungle island.<br><br>&nbsp;The scout party surrounded the vessel, forming an inpenetrable perimeter... and were doing just that when Flare showed up. He easily stood out among the people... partly because he wore clothing more suited for a civilized world... plus he had an actual blaster on his hip, rather than the primitive spears and bows the scouts had. His face held a calm control, dark eyes studying the scenario as he walked in...<br><br>&nbsp;... and just about that time is when the fires inside the ship reached a few of the more combustable materials... and an explosion rocked the immediate area, knocking most of the people off their feet from the force of the explosion. But he picked himself up calmly, only muttering a soft curse under his breath, and motioned to the ship. "Put out the fires... hurry!" the command hard in his tone... and half the scouting team ran to start getting water for putting out the fire.<br><br>&nbsp;He stood there, staring at the blazing, flickering flames as they started to eat at the closest thing to civilization he'd seen that he hadn't brought with him in months. He wondered what supplies might be salvaged... or whether there was anyone alive... though the last was hardly of any concern, since he doubted anyone inside would have survived the explosion.<br><br>&nbsp;He shook his head, perhaps almost sadly, and turned to leave the area for the time being, when one of the remaining scouts tugged on his arm, and he turned, arching a brow in a slightly inquisitive sign... and was drawn over towards an area perhaps a dozen feet from the downed wreckage, motioning to both the ground and a tree. He almost didn't see anything, but after being shown more closely, he saw it.<br><br>&nbsp;On the tree, a few simple strands of clothing... looking like something from a type of clothing like he wore... except that none on this island wore it but him. The natives wore animal fur... and this was definately synthetic. As for the ground.... after moving a bit of foilage out of the way, it was more easily seen. A single footprint. But not bare, as the natives were, or rigged, as his boots were.... but looking softer... like it was a slipper, or perhaps a more simple form of shoe.<br><br>&nbsp;His eyes stared at it for a moment, and he slowly stood back up, staring in the direction that the footprint led. The scouts watched him, part curiously, and part respectively. He turned to face them, and spoke a single word. "Hunt." the 4 men and 2 women all letting out some loud war cry... and took off tearing into the jungle... in the same direction as the princess.<br><br>&nbsp;"... looks like I have a visitor." the last mused to himself as he started after the scouts, though at a simple stroll.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 20:01:40</strong>
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				She struggled through the jungle, her direction aimless, her goal simply to be far enough away from the ship that when it... <br><br>her thoughts were interupted by the sound of rocket fuel exploding, the sound shaking the very leaves of the tree that she sheltered underneath, trying to escape the fury of the blast.&nbsp; Fortunatly she was far enough away, having travelled perhaps a quarter of a mile, to avoid any shrapnel.&nbsp; And now... now it began to set in.&nbsp; She was alive, but marooned.&nbsp; Her only means of transport or communication destroyed.&nbsp; All she had, was the clothing on her back, a form fitting flight suit that already showed signs of wear.&nbsp; The crash as well as the short trek through the jungle had left it in a state of disrepair, baring her slim waist, her slender arms, her thighs... fortunatly, the elements were not an issue.&nbsp; In fact, with the heat and slight humidity of her surroundings, is was somewhat welcome and her slipper like shoes, while not good for rough terrain, would bear her well enough across the soft jungle floor.&nbsp; <br><br>She was about to continue her trek, deciding that a search for water was her first prioity, when she heard the rustle of leaves and the sound of voices, soft yet audilbe.&nbsp; They must be near, she thought.&nbsp; Rescuers?&nbsp; Perhaps, but she couldn't be sure.&nbsp; Perhaps it would be wise to remain hidden until she knew for sure. <br><br>That thought in mind, she searched her surrounings and quickly hit herself with a thick over grown plant that bustled with strange yellow and red blooming flowers, careful of it's thorny stems as she nestled within it's depths, her heart beating rapidly, trying to calm her breathing, lest her unknown visitors were keen of hearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>21-11-2007, 20:08:57</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;And she would have time to just get into the dangerous looking bush before 1 man and 1 woman moved up the path that she had just been pushing through the forrest. They were looking around... and she could only pray the bush had stopped moving before they looked at it. But they moved over, right next to it, and studied the ground intently.... then the male let out some sort of strange, almost otherwordly howl... and both moved forward, continuing in the same direction she HAD been heading... until they were gone from sight... and no more sounds were heard.<br><br>&nbsp;Flare, accompanied by 1 male and 1 female, perhaps acting as guards, heard the howl... and glanced at the pair... who both nodded, and grinned with enthusiasm. They looked at him for permission... almost like dogs waiting for the command from their owner. And he simply made a gesture forward... and both took off, soon out of sight... and still he walked slowly along, a slight grin on his lips.<br><br>&nbsp;'They don't know it... but they are as good as trapt.' that was what the howl meant. Despite her best attempts, the scouts knew where she was... but rather than force her out of hiding, they played as if they didn't... and instead, called everyone to the area, to set up a perimeter, much like the ship... and keep her from being able to flee... effectively trapping her in until Flare decided to appear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 20:05:30</strong>
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				She heard the howl, shivering, trying hard not to break into a panicked run.&nbsp; Best thing to do was to stick to cover.&nbsp; She was in no shape to outrun whatever predator might be out there.&nbsp; Stick to cover and hope for the best.&nbsp; She peered out of the strange bush, unable to help herself, pulling back quickly as she saw a shadowed shape moving thru the jungle towards her, a human, or at least humoid in shape.&nbsp; Salvation?&nbsp; She hoped against hope, that it was so, and yet, something told her that it was a fruitless hope.&nbsp; <br><br>She cursed herself for not taking the time to grab a blaster from the ships stores, and yet, at the time, immediate flight had seemed wisest and, noting the sound and smell of the still burning ship, she didn't regret her decision.&nbsp; Besides, it was only one man.&nbsp; She could, given a little help from lady luck and the gods, escape him if he spotted her.&nbsp; <br><br>Holding her breath, she waited, breathing a sigh of relief as he melted back into the shadows. Perhaps her prayers had been answered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>27-11-2007, 20:49:39</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Flare moved forward... coming upon the area that the person was supposedly having run to. He actually walked past the brush she was hiding within, and was a good 10 meters off, before he suddenly stopped in his steps, and tilted his head to the side, as if listening to something... or perhaps for something. He would slowly turn, and she would see the impossibly dark orbs of his pupils gazing about the area, and then he spoke in a loud, clear, confidant voice.<br><br>&nbsp;"You might as well come out now. Things will go so much better for you if I'm not forced to sick my people upon you. They tend to have their fun... and I would really like to not have you harmed if possible. I don't know who you are, but you won't be leaving the island, regardless... and there are dangers that may lead to injury, or even death, if you are unfamiliar with the area." The words rang with truth. He was being honest in every word he spoke... but he spoke in a clear, smooth manner.... obviously someone who was a practiced speaker.<br><br>&nbsp;"However, if you come out, I can guarentee to take you somewhere safe... and of considerable more comfort than this jungle. I too am not from this world, so I understand the fear that may be inside of you... and I promise that things will go much better if you come freely, rather than being forced." He neglected to add that they would go better for him... but that was hardly something that would entice a fearful individual from hiding, now is it?<br><br>&nbsp;Regardless, he stood there, waiting, knowing the savages of the island had this little area encircled in quite a wide area... so the chances of the person escaping were slim. It would take a miracle, or the direct hand of Lady Luck to help them get away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 18:14:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Ijahdi caught and held her breath as Flare passed her hiding place, offering up a silent prayer to whomever was listening that he would walk past and not notice her.&nbsp; Unable to tear her gaze away, she followed him with her eyes, her heart beating so loudly in her chest that she was sure he could hear her, and yet he passed by...&nbsp; <br><br>She almost jumped as his voice cracked the silence, so close that could imagine it as a living thing, reaching out at her, his strangely accented words accusastions. She had been found out and his words.... well, they left room for doubt at least that she was too be treated as his prisoner if she surrendered herself to him.&nbsp; Even a little hope was welcome and really after the last few days events. <br><br>Slowly she rose from her hiding place, carefully pushing the branches of the strange shrub as she moved with all the grace she could muster, emerging into the small clearing not 10 yards from where he stood.&nbsp; She regarded him with eyes the color of the midnight sky, sharp contrast to her light brown skin, much of which was visible through the rends in her space suit.&nbsp; Reminding herself that she was a princess, she stood before him, arms folded beneath her breasts, her breasts heaving with her breathes as she struggled to push her fear aside.<br><br>"Who are you and what is this place?" she asked, managing to sound confidant, rather then frightened, a mean feat in such circumstances.&nbsp; She licked her lips nervoulsy as her eyes darted about, taking in the forms of the ohters as well, yet is was his presence that drew her gaze.&nbsp; Here was a leader of men, of that there was little doubt.&nbsp; &nbsp;His bearing, his stance, his eyes... she recognized kinship in that, if nothing else.<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>29-11-2007, 19:49:55</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Flare simply looked over at the brush as she came from it... and for a moment, not a word passed his lips, instead, allowing his eyes a few moments to simply take in the sight of her. By the shredded outfit she wore, she was the one from the spaceship.... and a very attractive woman at that. He could almost feel his blood heat slightly at the sight of her. But there was something about how she looked at him... how she spoke, demandingly in her voice....<br><br>&nbsp;"This... is My paradise island. I don't honestly know where it is, since I'm obviously stranded here myself... as for who I am... I guess I could be considered the King of this island. And these.... are my followers."<br><br>&nbsp;As if the words had been a summoning spell, the natives seemed to materialize... and far more than the few that may have been within immediate sight. They formed a circle around the pair, comprised of men and women of varying bodily shapes and coloring... but all wearing fur outfits... whether dress, bikini... or merely a thong. Obviously, they weren't of an advanced race as the pair of them were.<br><br>&nbsp;"My name... is Flare. And who might you be?" He had yet to make any attempt at moving towards her. He didn't know this woman from Eve... and he wasn't one of those idiots who would simply underestimate someone because they were a woman. But she didn't seem to be armed... that was promising. But he still rather enjoyed caution to bravado.<br><br>&nbsp;"Regardless, your best chance of survival is to come with me. As I said, this is a dangerous island for those who aren't familiar with how to survive here. And new as you are, I'm very confidant you'd die quickly... especially considering you lack a weapon of any kind." He noticed no weapon on her hip... and with all the holes in her suit, which showed very appealing flesh, it was obvious she held no hidden weapons either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>02-12-2007, 18:05:56</strong>
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				She looked about her as Flare's people melted from the surrounding jungle, feeling both relief and wariness.&nbsp; This one seemed reasonable and, if what he said was true and he was stranded as well, then there was little fear that he would have any connections to the empire.&nbsp; This could be a safe haven, a sanctuary for her.&nbsp; Her gaze roamed over his 'people' noting their primative state of dress as well as the array of weapons they held.&nbsp; Primatative yet deadly.&nbsp; Well, she would have expected no less.&nbsp; After all, she was the intruder here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had a strange ship crashed in her backyard, she would have been just as cautious.&nbsp; The thought relaxed her vigil somewhat, and she nodded to her... her host, bowing her head.<br><br>"I am Ijahdi.&nbsp; As you can see, my ship... there was a malfucntion..."&nbsp; Better not give him the truth of it, of how she was a fugitive, of the lost battle, the crumbling rebellion.&nbsp; Even a benign host might turn, given enough reason.&nbsp; "This was the nearest planet and it was all I could do to bring her down..."<br><br>She offered him a wan smile and the smallest of shrugs.&nbsp; "And so it is that I find myself at the mercy of your hospitality, Flare.&nbsp; And offer you my thanks for your timely rescue."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>04-12-2007, 00:48:53</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Flare listened to her words, and while he did so, his eyes would ease from her to the men and women that surrounded them... as if considering the reason for their sudden appearance. He may have been seriously outnumbered, but something about him demanded respect. And the way he stood sort of made the blaster on his hip a bit more apparent.... or simply it was her subconcious speaking that he was armed, and she was not. <br><br>&nbsp;He listened to her words, and when they fell off into a silence that was soon covered by the numerous sounds of the jungle, his eyes would slowly veer back onto her. Easing over her face, they'd slowly slide down over the spacesuit she wore, taking a bit more interest in the holes that revealed the smooth, if dirty, flesh beneath in a way that was a bit more than even a 'host' should. He seemed to consider, mouthing her name silently on his lips... and it might be her imagination, but there seemed a little spark of... something... in his eyes. Whether surprise, desire, or recognition.... it was hard to tell. But there had been something.<br><br>&nbsp;"... Ijahdi. Well, as I said... the jungle is a dangerous place to be, even for those that call it home. But I'm sure once we're in safer lodgings, there will be ample time to converse." He gave a slight nod, and turned, starting to move away, passing through the ring of savages without hinderance. But she'd find herself surrounded by a small circle of.... escorts... and forced to follow behind the man, who stepped along with an easy confidance in his step. A step that seemed to speak of being King of his domain. And from what she's seen so far, perhaps he was.<br><br>&nbsp;But after a little while of walking (perhaps 30 minutes), they'd come across something that might almost look like temple ruins. But upon closer inspection, she'd see that it was actually a very large multi-story cargo cruiser that crashed... the jungle having slowly grown over it. But it does look like renovations were made, since there were numerous stone slabs that spoke of recent additions, giving it a wierd mix between ancient ruin and futuristic ship.<br><br>&nbsp;"... My humble abode." The words soft as they moved closer. And she might note that there was much more activity... the motion of many more savages seen through windows, doorways, and just outside... like a little village set up around the place. Men, women, children, pets... all roaming around, though staying close to the ship/ruin... as if it held the only real protection on the island.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>10-12-2007, 19:56:17</strong>
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				She watched him carefully, making note of how his gaze travelled over her body, and not liking it one bit.&nbsp; Not that she betrayed her feelings... after all, she was a.. 'guest' for the time being and as such, she wanted to make sure not to create any tension with her 'host'.&nbsp; After all, she was in no position to make an enemy of him for something so... male, as a wandering eye.&nbsp; Besides, she had noted a change in his demeanor at her name.&nbsp; Subtle, yet it was there.&nbsp; She couldn't affored to anger him over something silly.&nbsp; <br><br>Cursing herself for not making up a name, she shrugged it off, knowing its was useless to cry over something already done.&nbsp; "I am looking forward to talking, yes.&nbsp; It will be pleasant.&nbsp; After all, it was a long and lonely flight and the AI, while knowledgably, was hardly entertaining.&nbsp; I look forward to seeing your home and learning about this world of yours.&nbsp; It didn't even appear on my star charts."<br><br>With that, head held high, her bearing one of a princess rather then a refugee, she followed him, choosing to ignore her 'escort', simple savages as they obviously were.&nbsp; She just hoped they were there to protect Flare rather then guard her... as she watched him, she saw the signs of rule in his bearing as well, confident, easy, almost... regal.&nbsp; Here was a man who had careved a small domain out on this world.&nbsp; It would behoove her to remain on his good side.&nbsp; <br><br>As they walked, she looked around, noting the strange flowers and trees that grew so thickly within the seemingly vast jungle.&nbsp; Sounds echoed all around them as well, birds, falling water, the chatter of strange animals, a distant roar of something very angry or very hungry, either of which were enough to make her think twice about wanting to venture about on her own.&nbsp; By the looks of her 'guards', this was not a civilized planet.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>And then, they had arrived.&nbsp; The cruiser was an old model, a big hulking thing, and it had fared poorly in the landing.&nbsp; He must have been here quit a while, she thought, by the looks of things.&nbsp; It was overgrown and there had been a great deal of modifications added to it, making it apear almost as some sort of... primative city.&nbsp; <br><br>She noted the activity that surrounded it.&nbsp; It was a city in more respects then size from what she could see of it's inhabitants.<br><br>"Very impressive, Flare.&nbsp; If I may ask, how long have you been here?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Princess</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-12-2007, 02:58:08</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Flare moved forward, a bit ahead of the group following, as if he were apart in more ways than simple distance. He moved with a calm, fluidity in his steps, as if fully aware of where each step was, and fully confidant nothing would usurp his movements. He glanced back at her as they walked, noticing her movements, which added with the name, just further cemented recognition in his mind.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hmmmmm... how long have I been here? It's hard to say. Time travels a bit differently when your in your own paradise..." Lifting his hand up, he pushed his sleeve back to show something like a bracelet around his wrist. He'd touch something, and then give a slight nod. "14 months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 21 hours and 48 seconds... give or take." pushing the sleeve back down, not having slowed his step at all to check. "Time seems to pass quickly when you want for nothing."<br><br>&nbsp;They'd start to move through the small village set up around his 'castle' and through a large archway. While it did have the look of a primitive city, the stones were still carved with almost elloquint designs... warriors fighting beasts, stars falling from the sky, and the figure of an impossing man... almost god-like, from the betrayals. No doubt their interpretation of Flare.<br><br>&nbsp;Once through the doors, she'd see more technology blended with primitive stonework. Stairways, hallways, and even a grav-lift, which the savages seemed a little reluctant to use... all were taken to get towards the top of a ship. Another grand hallway taken, before she was led into a large chamber, most likely used for cargo, but set up in a throne-room type style now. A large stone chair sitting upon a stone dais at the end of the huge room. Silken drapes, pillows, and furniture, whether made from wood, stone, or other material was set haphazardly about. And also to note were the dozens of female warriors, in numerous states of dress ranging from completely nude to almost completely covered, but all still seeming exotic and arousing (to him) lounged about... some napping, others talking to each other, and even others playing lustful games with their sisters.<br><br>&nbsp;But every eye turned up when he entered, desire obvious... and then to her, as if she were an intruder, and despite their attire, or activity, each one seemed ready to spring into action to defend him at even the thought of trouble.<br><br>&nbsp;"Please... make yourself comfortable."<br><br>&nbsp;Truely, this did seem to have been set up as a Paradise. His Paradise.
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