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Spectra ARK [PG-16]

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Wow, this RPG sounds very interesting! I have started my signup, but am not done with it yet--the planet description is taking a long time. You an find samples of my RPing in this thread, in the meantime. I'll finish my signup later today.

EDIT: I finally finished my signup. I know the Planet Description is very long, but you did ask for "as much detail as possible" after all...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Planet~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Planet Name: Orenya
Description:
~Location and Celestial Characteristics~​
Orenya is the only planet orbiting the red star Moredriva, which is located very close to the central bulge of the Milky Way Galaxy. The planet has four moons: Kalirien, Sandrana, Tetsuyatso, and Parevair. There's also a bright indigo-coloured star easily seen from Orenya: Reimindra, from which the word rei, meaning "star", is derived.

Orenya is about two-thirds the size of Earth, but its atmosphere is five times as thick as Earth's. This atmosphere is important, because it circulates heat from the sun throughout the planet. One hemisphere of Orenya, called Rumia, always faces the sun, while the other hemisphere, Zurem, always faces away; if it weren't for this circulating level of the atmosphere, Rumia would get too hot and Zurem too cold.

~Calendar and Time Info~​
Because there is no day and night in Orenya (the sun, if present, stays in the same spot in the sky all the time), the calendar system does not have any "days". Instead it has months, based on the orbit of Tetsuyatso (each roughly 65 Earth days long), and years, based on the position of Reimindra in the sky. The time when Reimindra passes behind the sun marks the end of the year (which equals about 3.45 Earth years); the time when it emerges again marks the start.

~Culture and Traditions~​
Orenya has a deeply spiritual culture, and nearly all its folk seem keenly aware of the harmony between heaven and earth. This is evident in the name "Orenya" itself, a short form of ora da ri mornen ti mariya, "true awakening is through the union of our earthly home and the celestial heavens". The main language spoken on Orenya is Latori, which also has a unique character system--although for the purposes of this RPG those characters won't exist.

Orenya is most famous for its strong magic culture. Perhaps another example of the union of the heavens and the earth is the union of the physical and spiritual worlds, and as a result, there are several mystics, enchanters, spellcasters, witches, and aural healers on Orenya. Herbal lore is also rich there. And possibly as a side effect of this deep spiritual understanding, people on Orenya tend to be quite emotional (though in a controlled way), expressive, respectful, and artistic. By few means are they shy about adding gestures to their communicative practises, nor are they that hesitant about physical contact. A hug is a very common sign of affection there.

~Technology~​
As far as technology goes, some say it's highly advanced, and some say it's awkwardly primitive. A few thousand years ago, there were signs of industry on Orenya, and electronic devices--including computers--existed. However, this didn't last long, for they quickly saw the damage that industry could do to nature, and the damage that computers could do to their traditional society. Yet all this doesn't mean technology is necessarily "primitive". The technology of "heat capture" is highly advanced there; there are panels that turn sunlight, and heat radiation into electrical energy. These are pretty much the only electronics that exist, and are used mostly in homes.

~Government~​
Traditionally, a strict governmental rule was looked down on, and dictators, presidents, and even monarchs gave the impression that the world was "biased" to one person. If there is any one "leader" of Orenya, it's an organisation called the Oradamin, or Magi Knights as some call them. This organisation is sort of like a police force, in that they're dedicated to protecting the safety of Orenya, and dealing with the bad guys that occasionally pop up. And because most Orenyans do not like to see evil folk in the world, becoming a Magi Knight is a common ambition--although whether they actually make it or not depends on their judgment and fighting skills. The "bad guys" are generally folk who threaten the peace--murderers and rapists and the like. They don't have rigid punishment regulations, and they don't impose rules and regulations on the common folk; they believe that doing so would only drive people to break them. As a result, some foreigners think Orenya is full of criminals, and some think it's completely crime-free. So in general, one can say that Orenya has a very loose government, a very fair government.

~Native Races~​
As for the species living on Orenya, wild plant and animal species vary greatly from area to area, and the kinds are especially different in Rumia versus Zurem. Plants on Rumia have big broad leaves, and most produce fruit. Plants on Zurem, though, are much more peculiar-looking, and are generally pale green or white in colour. Most of the medicinal plants, especially those with strong magical properties, come from Zurem. There is much trade between Rumia and Zurem, not surprisingly. But the civilised species, being able to adapt to many differet environments, aren't as varied. Some humans live there, but most are mingled to various degrees with other species--such as the faery-like Sumiri and the elf-like Sunestre.

Then there are Fylin. The Fylin are an aquatic race, and have many fish characteristics, though they look very different from merpeople, which don't exist on Orenya. Their shins and forearms are more like fins, which have fingers at the end that can be stubby or claw-like. Their bodies are a bit more dense than those of humans, allowing them to survive in deeper water depths, and they also have fishlike tails, which mostly consist of one or several fins--and in the females, they often look very skirt-like and flowy. Males tend to have shorter and more rigid tails. The ears of a fylin have finlike lobes, and their skin is covered with tiny, almost unnoticeable white scales, which are soft and glisten slightly in the sunlight. Fylin are just about human size, although they may be up to seven feet tall. This race mainly inhabits the seas of Zurem, where they are known for building castles out of sand and undersea jewels, the latter they often trade for "surface goods". They are perfectly able to walk and breathe on land (they have both gills and lungs), but they have a hard time walking because they have to support their heavy bodies with fins of legs.

What's also interesting about this race is that there are drastic differences between the sexes. The males look a lot more human than their female counterparts, and they have human limbs with fins on the sides (the fin description at the beginning is more for a female). The males can fare much better on land than the females can. The females, on the other hand, can move a lot more easily underwater. They have sharper vision and can use echolocation, something their male counterparts cannot do. (It is also in this way that they can communicate without the males overhearing.) However, they are more fragile and have a poor sense of smell. They also have short yet sharp fangs, which secrete a venom upon maturity. Though underwater their voices sound cool and smooth, out of water they sound rather raspy, reminiscent of their harpy relatives.

Of all the races on Orenya, the Fylin are perhaps the most aggressive; a war between clans is not a rare occurrence. Fighting is in their blood, it seems. In battle they use such weapons as spears, lances, javelins, and the occasional mace. Magic staffs are also a common sight, and for some reason the majority of females never journey on land without one. Lastly, fylin generally live to be about 50-70 years old, and their age of maturity is thirteen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Character~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Name: Durnem
Age: 24 (considered middle age among her race)
Gender: Female
Race: Fylin
Appearance: (See third paragraph of the heading "Native Races" under Planet Description to get an idea of what fylin generally look like.) If Durnem ever stands, she stands at 6'2", a pretty average height. But she's lighter than average, weighing about 140 pounds. She has the sleek, slender figure that females of her kind generally have, and the oval-shaped hips as well. While she lacks much muscular definition (except maybe in her arms), her skin is rather tough, thus offering her better protection against the elements. Her raven hair is very straight when dry, and uneven in length; the whole of it reaches no further down than her chin, and slants about her face like a canopy of long overhanging leaves. The colour of her eyes is reminiscent of a red rose, and her unnoticeably scaly skin has a grayish lavender hue, though the tone is hardly distinguishable from a general pale shade.

Like the typical fylin, Durnem has triangular ears made of the same type of cell as her fins, which colour-wise are dark violet on one end and fade into a translucent magenta on the outer edge. Her tail consists of three fins, two of which are soft in texture and flow about like the back of a long skirt, the third and topmost of which is shaped like a paddle, long enough to drag on the ground if held straight down, firm and cabbage-like in texture, and somewhat darker in colour than her other fins. That fin also has two rigid black spines on the underside. While her ring and pinky fingers are of the classic nugget-shape of may fylin fingers (same is true of her toes), her others are actually black claws about four inches in length.

Yes, fylin do wear clothes, though minimally--and they have to be made of a water-resistant material. Durnem wears a half-skirt that is common in her race, one that has its opening at the back to make room for her tail. It's maroon in colour and has silver embroidery around the edge, and on the side is a small pouch. Hugging her chest is a vest of the same colour, covering her collar and part of her neck, but leaving the area around her waist uncovered. The vest is laced up in the front similarly to a corset. Around her hips a silken black shawl is tied, in case the weather gets windy. Around her neck is a silver choker, with bright red gemstones reminiscent of the hue of Moredriva hanging from it. These same stones hang from her ears as earrings.

On Durnem's back is a little gray backpack, which contains a few herbs and medicines she's collected, and of course Usuriel's rather thick book (see History) on spellcasting and staff works.

Personality: Strong and independent, Durnem stands up for herself and fears little. Typically, she likes to keep to herself, but when around a group of other people she won't mind joining in conversation. She picks up on things quickly, but she doesn't adapt well to changes in her surroundings. Although she doesn't mind traveling, there are some things in the world that are uncomfortable to her. For one thing, she despises hot weather and bright light, being used to the cold and dark seas of Zurem. If she's uncomfortable, she tends to complain about what caused her to become so. Yet she's not a coward--she'll try to endure a harsh environment as best as possible, though she might lose her cool after a while, especially if she has to stay in the same place for a long time. For she has a restless desire to take action, to hone her skills, to work to overcome any weakness she has.

Most of the time, Durnem's mind is not thinking about much, often in some hazy contemplative state. She also loves to sing to amuse herself, although she can't sing very well when out of water. Her point of view is neither optimistic nor pessimistic; she likes to think that there's a duality to everything, as is the nature of true Orenyan wisdom. Unless the situation she's in is agonisingly uncomfortable, Durnem can clear her mind pretty quickly, returning to that peaceful, contemplative state of mind, one like to being in a meditation. While doing so, all signs of emotion vanish in her, contributing to her uncommonly serious nature.

However, Durnem is still a fylin, and the females of that race have traditionally been feisty and aggressive--it's as if their blood has a low boiling point. It's pretty easy to make Durnem fly off the handle, and that's when her fighting instincts kick in. She has a habit of scratching people who bother her, especially if they touch her in inappropriate places. It is a fact that fylin are among the least touchable of Orenyan folk, and that is especially the case for Durnem.

As far as other little details go, Durnem is quite a picky eater, and dislikes any kind of bread. Also, she enjoys attacking people who are causing some form of harm, particularly with an energy pulse from her staff. Moonlight soothes her, and she often loses her thoughts to stargazing, although few stars can be seen from Orenya. Due in part to her independent nature, if an order or rule is thrown at her, she's likely to disregard it. Lastly, although she is a bit curious at times, she prefers to fulfill that curiosity through speculation rather than exploration. She likes to imagine things, that's for sure.

History: Durnem was born into the Lurientrum clan of Zurem. This fylin clan inhabited the sea of Furmia, the coldest sea on the whole planet, enough so that icebergs are not an uncommon sight. The Lurientrum clan dwelled in the warmest, darkest part of this ocean, a dwelling area frequently fought for by other clans. In order to defend their positions as the owner of this dwelling, the Lurientrum clan had to produce good fighters. For such is the big old game among fylin, a game where the goal is to win occupancy of the dwelling-place one desires.

For the longest time, Durnem lived two lives. In one part she was such a fighter, although often times she would turn away from a clan battle to spy on the enemy clan, or to seek its treasure. In the other, she was a scholar under the wizard Usuriel, who lived in a secret location far away. Actually, her mother gave her a book which told all about Usuriel's wisdom and lore; she was a particularly good deviser of the most interesting anecdotes and fables as well. But Usuriel's main focus was on charging various objects with magical energies, and on the creation and use of a magic staff. In various places on Orenya there are little shops where people called tasumin assist in the creation of such staffs, but Usuriel heralded the secret of making or finding one for oneself. Such was what Durnem did with her own staff, although the process took much time, and it took even longer for the staff to actually work, and for Durnem to discover its abilities.

Eventually outcast by the Lurientrum fighting force because she "wasn't a strong enough fighter", Durnem decided instead to do a bit of traveling, hoping to hone her skills and hopefully attract the attention of the Magi Knights. The tales of her travels could be pages long, but one thing that stood out in her travels was how friendly and respectful the non-fylin folk were; before then, she had had this impression that strangers outside her clan were enemies. She even met a few wanderers like herself, many of whom pointed her in the direction of various towns and marketplaces and interesting places in nature. Also she met a tasumin in the village of Azuhala, who was able to "tune up" her staff so that Durnem would be able to "teach" it abilities, which she couldn't before. On her travels, two of the biggest obstacles she had to overcome were first, the difficulty of walking on land, and second, coping with the perpetual sunlight of Rumia.

And so over time Durnem spent time with her staff, which Usuriel used to say had a soul-like presence like to that of a living individual. She gave the staff the name Watimari, as a staff should not be named until the owner has formed a close bond with it. Gradually she discovered its powers, and often experimented with them. The most profound of these powers was that of flight, for one time while she was flying over Sharun while standing on the staff, a dragon passed her by and winked. At first this puzzled Durnem, but some time later she was sleeping in an inn in the foggy town of Hakushiari in Rumia, when someone roused her from her slumber. Naturally, she left a scratch on the newcomer's arm, but that newcomer turned out to be a Magi Knight! This one was a scout who sought out potential members and gave random philosophical talks in various towns all over Rumia. At long last, Durnem's goal had come true...

Then, one time when Durnem and a fellow Magi Knight were on a mission to track down an elusive, ill-minded hypnotist, they came upon the town of Drenlin, where they rested at a farm there. Shortly after the rest, Durnem was trying to shoo away a Sumiri farmboy who had been ogling her, when something grabbed the two of them from above and carried them away... and that brings us to the present.

Weapon:
Besides her claws and fangs, Durnem's only weapon is her beloved staff, which she eventually named Watimari, a name meaning "celestial spirit", for in the crystal sphere at its tip gave off an essence that reminded her of the stars. To her, it would always serve as a reminder of her home in Furmia. As for the powers it has, the most notable one is levitation, allowing Durnem to fly for short periods of time (much in the manner of a Sumiri). It can also fire energy pulses, which are a fueled by a combination of aural energies and collected starlight. Its final ability is to summon what look like black flames. These "flames" are not actually made of fire; they're instead energy motes imbued with a sort of draining force. The flames do, however, cause a sensation similar to burning when they come in contact with a person, as if to "burn through" their aura, and steal away a little bit of vitality in the process. Durnem most commonly uses these for distraction purposes, and this is actually a spell she worked with Watimari on until able to use it together. The nature of an Orenyan-made staff is that it can "learn" some abilities from its owner after a while of practising it together, adding to the enigma surrounding these staffs.

The staff itself is about four and a half feet tall. Its shaft is a thin rod of kaleshi, a cobalt-based alloy with a slick, rust-proof texture. This metal is the key material in fylin weaponry, and in fact this rod was once part of an abandoned trident Durnem found in an outpost of an enemy fylin clan. Topping this rod is another "artifact" Durnem found, something looking to be in the shape of a black lily, and made of some precious stone of which Durnem knew not the origin. Inside this flower-like shape is an orb of crystal, which sparkles in blue and purple tones when in the moonlight, and looks nearly invisible in the sunlight. Fastening the staff together is a ring that looks nearly identical to the choker around Durnem's neck.

Special Abilities: Besides the abilities of Watimari, Durnem has only the abilities of her race, which are the ability to use water currents to feel the presence of someone approaching in the water, and to sense bodies of water nearby when on land. Also, they are not harmed by ultraviolet radiation, and can actually see it to a slight degree. They can use echolocation, but that only works underwater. Also on the downside, as mentioned in the Planet Description, fylin are relatively short-lived, cannot walk on land very well, and have a poor sense of smell.

RP Sample: There are three in the URL at the top of this post
 
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OOC: Sorry about those... hadn't noticed them when I posted... I'll try to avoid that from now on. Other than that, is everything else okay?
 
Yeah, I guess I shouldn't have written the prologue to Lord of the Rings... I shortened the description, leaving only the important stuff. The last three paragraphs are there because they're relevant to my character--they're like a race description.

Speaking of my character, am I accepted...?
 
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D-…. Don't hurt her?

Lulu opened her eyes, pushing herself up into a proper position with her arms and looking around to Thyme, who was…. Well…. Acting like Lulu was the boogie man or something. Was she perhaps, delusional? Was that why she'd been locked up? Brushing her teal locks out of her face, Lulu took one good look at the girl. "I-I'm not going to punish you….. there's no place to be underground here, after all…? A-And that aside, are you…. Okay?" She spoke gently, though she was thoroughly confused by what the inmate was spouting. What about being underground? And why didn't she seem to care much for that injury? "A-Ah! It must have something to do with the planet you're from, right?!" Lulu exclaimed, proud that she'd made a connection- or at least, hoped she had, "Kind of like, how I'd be in trouble for not introducing myself on my planet? Oh pardon me, I haven't introduced myself!" Lulu lifted her legs delicately, rearranging the lifeless limbs so that she could struggle towards her wheelchair. Oof. Lulu stared at the deadweight legs in exasperation, pulling herself over the small distance with quite a bit of difficulty. "J-Just let me get back into my wheelchair, o-okay?" Lulu laughed nervously, blushing furiously as she made an utter fool of herself struggling left and right. As soon as she crawled back into the cushioned seat, the Flera let out a sigh of relief, sinking into the comfortable padding.

"Oh!" She sat up again, tilting her head in acknowledgment, "My name is Lulu Levon. I'm a Flera, from Mirusa. It's a pleasure to make your accquaintence. You needn't be afraid of me- as you can see I'm not a dangerous person. But before that, don't you think we should fix that cut on your arm? Oh, umm…. I don't have any bandages or antiseptic with me….. And Mabel said not to use Room…. There must be a set of bandages in your room, right?" Lulu wheeled in, pointedly avoiding the girl so as not to send her into another fit. What a strange person, to be afraid of Lulu. It was practically a first for the young Flera, to be feared. In all honesty, she wasn't exactly…. Very intimidating, by most planets' standards. "Um, let's see…" Lulu pressed various buttons, opening and closing cabinets as she looked for a first aid kit, or something to that extent. "While I'm looking, why don't you tell me your name?" Even if she was sort of…. Freaking out over nothing, she looked at least somewhere around Lulu's age. That was already pretty amazing in itself, and why give up the chance to make a friend?



Michel's mouth dropped open. She gaped at the martian without reserve as he walked past like he was the king of the world. Ohhh, this was why she hated martians! She stormed after him, fists clenched and teeth grit. "WHAT?!? Why- you-!!! Watch what you say to me you uppity little ROOKIE! I'll send you halfway to Orenya and back with one good kick in the balls, then we'll see who's useful!!" She yelled, slamming the door to the engine room shut behind her as she stormed after him, "HEY! Don't ignore me!!"
 
OOC: Kivros and Ninetails, accepted. Though, you'll need to fit yourselves in. It shouldn't be too hard, just be somewhere on the pirate ship.

Whatever calmness that had been instilled in Thyme from the girl's sudden realization was quickly shoved into the corner when Lulu began to wriggle and worm her way onto the wheelchair. It sent a shiver down the Euphorenian's spine, and a panic began to eat away at her mind. Could the girl not walk? If that had been the case on her planet, this girl wouldn't have been allowed to live. She would have been lesser in status than even the Lesser Euphorenians despite her hair colour. Yet, this girl was alive, and she had probably lived for years like that. Was that a testament to the differences between her world and the worlds out in this 'space' people kept talking about and that demon ship? The people on that ship talked about so many things, like the sky, sun, stars, all things she had never seen before. All she ever saw was the roof of a cave when she looked up. Maybe... just maybe she wouldn't be discriminated against here. At the very least, this person was a girl, so she didn't have to fear any male domination tactics. So, maybe she'd try and trust this person, just a little bit at least.

Well, that was what she told herself, but as the Flera introduced herself the girl couldn't help but wince at the sudden outburst of words. The girl on the strange chair with wheels, apparently named Lulu then commented on the wound Thyme was holding onto so tightly to prevent much blood from being lost, and she was quickly brought back to the realization that she was in pain. Blood was dripping onto the floor below her, and her arm was shaking partially out of fear, and partially out of pain. Forced to accept the girl's help due to the lack of one hand to heal herself, the horned girl mustered an "O-okay..." before following the girl into the room she had just tried so hard to get out of, although she put some distance between herself and the wheeled one.

Once inside, Lulu began to look around for some sort of first aid kit, requesting that Thyme provide her name. She dwelled on it for just a moment as she sat down on the bed she had woken up on, blood dripping onto the sheets, before deciding she at least owed this girl that much. She was helping her after all. "Th-Thyme Yuphine is my name..." She stated timidly, continuing. "I'm from the planet Euphoren, but I'm just a Lesser Euphorenian so you shouldn't worry about me. Honest. I mean, I have brown hair, so..."


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"Hmm... funny." Daime spoke aloud to himself, playing ignorant to the screams coming from Michel who was trailing behind him. This girl was predictable, so she'd be fun to play with at the very least. "This ship must have an insect infestation, because I keep hearing an annoying buzzing sound." He continued to walk, not particularly caring about the girl's reaction while staying wary of her presence. There was the off chance that she'd do something violent, in which case he'd have to get the frick out of the way.

It was around this time that a strange voice began to speak over the ship's sound system. "So, this is where you dreck brought the Earth ship, huh? Consider both your ship, and the Earth ship now under the possession of the Federation of Universal Communications, or rather the military portion of the Federation. All crew will be arrested for the abduction of an Earth ship, as well as many other past offences. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Illian Secro, and as of this moment your ship is being surrounded by Federation battle craft. I hope for your unconditional surrender so that no blood is shed."

Well, that was interesting. Daime could only wonder what this ship's captain would do.
 
Again, her mouth fell open. Ahh, when was the last time someone had had the balls to defy her like this? Let alone, treat her like the dirt under their feet? Certainly not after Luc had intervened with nature's forces. Michel punched her fist into the curve of her palm, a very unbecoming expression comparable to that of a middle-aged gangster darkening her face. "Did you know? Insects are one of the oldest species alive. Didn't your momma ever teach you..." The sound of metal crumpling in on itself interuppted her as she put her fist through the wall beside her, "To respect your elders, HUH, BRAT? Better defend yourself where it hurts, because I'm not about to-"

"MMMMMIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiSSSSHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEELLLLLLL!!!"

A man slid around the corner, running as fast as a normal human could, despite the fact that he was anything but human and could run at least twenty times faster. Luc, looking like an utter fool, pointed at the wall that Michel had just put a hole through, his mouth moving but no words coming out.

"Oh." Michel looked at her wrist, the rest of her hand still engulfed by the metal. Ripping her hand out without much care for her skin, she flipped her hands around in a shrug, looking away from the hole as if it wasn't her fault. "Sorry about that Luc."

He looked over and slapped his hands to his head, "AS IF THE WALL MATTERS! JUST OUTSIDE- JUST OUTSIDE THEY'VE-"

"So, this is where you dreck brought the Earth ship, huh? Consider both your ship, and the Earth ship now under the possession of the Federation of Universal Communications, or rather the military portion of the Federation. All crew will be arrested for the abduction of an Earth ship, as well as many other past offences. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Illian Secro, and as of this moment your ship is being surrounded by Federation battle craft. I hope for your unconditional surrender so that no blood is shed."

Michel looked up, "Goodness gracious," she examined her fingernails, "They found us already. Sheesh, didn't I tell you to hurry it up Luc?"

He gaped wordlessly at her as she had to Daime not minutes earlier. "Well." She pointed to the uppity martian, strolling calmly towards him, "We'll settle this later. Your powers are probably too slow for Luc, which means you can't help him hurry up his business. You can just sit there and be a dead weight like you'll always be on this ship. Later~!" She took off, flipping a switch on her headphones as a mouthpiece flipped out of one of the ear pieces, "Captain, what is your course of action? ........."

A laughing voice came over the intercom, an old and raspy sound as a voice croaked, "Found us already hmm? But... a Lieutenant?" A pause as the man took a moment to think, "They're underestimating me aren't they? Sending such small fry...." Another pause, silence before a snicker resounded, "At least send me a Commodore-" The attempt to hold back more laughter, ".....They're trying to kill me by making me laugh to death! Hahahaha!!!" The captain burst into uncontrollable mirth, and the sounds of other crew members inquiring his name could be heard in the background. Then sound of a chair hitting all fours clacked into everyone's ears before the voice, now clear and young, taunted, "Bring it on, baby bird."

"Put me on the intercom, please."

A beep sounded in Michel's ear and she folded her arms tightly across her chest, standing firm with her feet planted sturdy. Across her face was a completely conceited expression as she pointed up in the air, "The day you own this ship," She announced with a headstrong attitude, "Is the day when you can score a woman other than you're mommy, you dickless raisin!"

The nose of a battlecraft began to dip as an explosion of sorts erupted on the deck. More crushing noises, and the nose continued to dip as the smoke from the destruction blocked out the view of whatever was causing it.

"Thanks for the ride, Racer~ Now then.... aren't you lucky I ain't like the others from my planet." Michel leapt from the smoke, tumbling onto the deck of another battleship as the previous one dropped out of the sky, with her arms held up, her hands showing the metal on the inside after the skin tore away from punching the floor of the previous ship to make it lose balance.

"Or else I would've been finished with all of you five-hundred twenty-seven milliseconds ago." Another battleship dipped down as a blur leapt onto all the decks before stopping himself at the last remaining one.



"Ah, nice to meet you Miss Yuphine..........." She turned back to her search and listened for just a moment before interuptting again, "Brown hair?" Lulu interjected absentmindedly as she reached for the cabinets that were a little too high for her, "Hmmm, that's interesting." Dragging down a white box with considerable difficulty before landing safely back in her seat, she patting the object with satisfaction. Turning to give a bright smile to the girl, Lulu shrugged, "Well, we're not on your planet anymore, so you're not lesser or better or anything like that anymore, right? Rules don't apply in this place, or that's what Miss Michel said. Ah, well I'm sure there are rules, but she probably meant that there's no need to worry about any old laws or anything like that. Hmm, for example, on my planet, we're all supposed to be super super polite, and we're not supposed to say anything that might make ourselves anything more than tour guide and tourist to people from other planets." Lulu giggled, pulling out some disinfectant and a roll of bandages, "But I'm obviously not following those rules, now am I? Maybe that makes me a bad Flera, huh? Here," Lulu rolled over, freely taking the edge of Thyme's gown and tugging her over to the sink, "You don't really seem to catch what I'm saying though. Well, wash off your wound and I'll clean it up for you."

She looked up at the little speaker in the wall when Illian's announcement filtered over the intercom, her face a bit distant. Already? Her shoulders sunk in disappointment, but the Captain's reaction was more than enough to tense her back up as she sweatdropped at the little speaker. Oh and then- then there was Miss Michel's....... challenge.

"The people on this ship......" Lulu mumbled, hanging her head in defeat, "Are lively people, aren't they Miss Yuphine?"




"Talk to you later?" Luc waved once to Daime before disappearing in a blur as he sped off towards the opening leading to the remnants of the ship they'd just attacked, "I need fifteen minutes max, Captain. Please have someone dismantle the infiltrator from the wall of the ship we've taken. I have all the parts I need. I'm heading over to the other ship- the shield should still be operational, since ours didn't need any updates. I'll turn that on for extra reinforcement."

"Roger that kiddo."
 
Vanse yawned wearily as the noise increased, it had ruined his nap, and right after he had done so much work. He smoothed out the fur of his tail before looking around. Interesting, he thought, this definitely wasn't the place he had found to sleep in. It was a hallway, that much he could tell, but where on this ship he had no idea. "Let's see... where is this...?" Vanse scanned the walls nearby, and found what he was looking for. He pressed a button on the terminal, and the machine came to life. "Right, let's see... maps... maps... maps..." He muttered to himself as he searched through the database. He scratched the back of his ear, looking around again. How did I end up out here anyway, he asked himself, heading for a window as the ship began to shake once more.

"Well that's... interesting," he said as something exploded just outside the hull. They were under attack, and he was lost. Vanse hurried back to the terminal, if there was one thing he was grateful to his parents for, it was being taught how to work these contraptions. His tail twitched as he saw what it displayed. "What kind of damned ship doesn't have map displays?" he asked the air around him. He spun on his feet and headed down the hallway. This was too much, he thought, first he's put to work, despite being his own decision to come here in the first place, then his nap gets cut short, and now he was LOST!? He stormed down the corridor, wrenching a door open and colliding with something... purple? Vanse caught his balance easily, rubbing his head. "Ouch... what did I...?" He look around and spotted the person he'd run straight into. "Err... sorry about that..."
 
"At least it's just my powers that are slow and not my ability to register when I've been insulted." Daime muttered to nobody in particular, as both the rowdy woman and Luc had set off somewhere, probably to deal with the imminent threat of the Federation. This Illian fellow didn't sound that old as far as Martian maturity was concerned, so perhaps he was getting a little too big for his britches. But it was pretty obvious what was going on here. Those ships scattered around weren't putting up as much of a fight as they should have been, which meant their commander wasn't giving them orders. Which meant they were just sacrifices to draw the Harlot's attention. Which finally, in turn meant that one: this Lieutenant Colonel Illian Secro was cold enough to sacrifice soldiers, and two: he was somewhere else, doing something that left him unable to command those ships.

Maybe he was more of a threat than Daime had first surmised...

Content with the fact that this could be the case, Daime began to head for a different location on the ship. There was nothing to do where he was, and maybe if he did some wandering he'd come across something interesting. And incidentally, something interesting found him, as something collided with his own self, knocking him back. "Would you watch where you're going?"

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Thyme just stared quizzically at the other girl, Lulu, from the bed as she seemed to continue looking for first aid supplies for rambling on. The Euphorenian kept drifting in and out of understanding, some words being new to her. But, this girl was basically saying that she didn't have to be afraid of all people with coloured hair, right? That alone made her feel a bit more at ease, though habit would probably make her forget later. But, for now, she felt comfortable around this girl.

Lulu tugged her over to the sink, and Thyme began to run cold water over the wound, which brought her to wince as it throbbed in pain. "You don't really seem to catch what I'm saying though." The wheelchaired girl spoke again, which caused Thyme to think about what that meant.

"I-I'm sorry. I've been in a cave my entire life, so I don't know what most of what you're talking about is. Like a tour guide, or even things everyone on that human ship seemed to know of like the sky and stars and suns... I've never seen any of those things. I hadn't even heard of space until I was abducted..." What the girl said was true, she was oblivious to most things, but maybe that was a good way to get Lulu to help her. "Miss Lulu... could you... could you stay with me? I don't really know what anything is, so I might do something I shouldn't..." It was her bizarre way of asking to be Lulu's friend. "And I'm... sorry about earlier. I'm not sure what that chair thing is, but you need it to move, right...?"

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A brown haired youth adjusted the black patch over his left as he straightened his white dress shift and tightened his black tie. There was no need to do anything to his blue jeans, which sat snugly around his waist with a black belt wrapped around, albeit on a slight angle so that one side of the belt was higher than the other. A pair of black dress shoes completed his ensemble as he seemingly loaded an imaginary gun, bullets disappearing into empty space. The boy's remaining, green eye surveyed the area around him, occasionally catching sight of her own, shoulder-length, messy hair as he confirmed his location. He had to be in the ship's cargo bay. "Illian Secro reporting. Was transported into the cargo bay, seem to have been separated by the rest of my unit, but going to meet up with them." In a blink, the boy completely disappeared from sight, the door to the cargo bay seemingly opening by itself as the sound of dress shoes click-clacking wandered away in a hurry.

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"Oh, that." Lulu giggled, shaking her head, "It wasn't a big deal- there's no need to apologize. Ah, and this..." Lulu craned around to look at the fancy wheelchair Luc had constructed her, her hands stopping their work of bandaging the cut, "It's called a wheelchair. My legs don't move, so you're correct! I need this," She patted the wheelchair before bringing her hands up to finish patching up the primitive girl, "to get around. They act like legs, since my real ones are useless. It's not a big deal though. Anyway, I would be glad to stay with you, though, it seems the ship is under attack by Earth Government officials so…. Oh! Sorry, Earth is a planet, the place where everyone in the entire universe came from a long time ago. Uh, well almost everyone. A-Anyway, the government is basically the people who tell other places what to do, and they act for the general good of everyone… Usually." Lulu's explanation came slowly and many pauses were riddled amongst it, due to having to simplify everything as best as she could, "Um… and pirates are bad people who don't follow rules. We're on a ship full of pirates right now… so that's why the government is coming after us. Right now though, the pirates are good and the government is bad, if… that makes sense. The government is the reason we were put on that other ship in the first place. The pirates saved us from that ship, and by defying the government, they're in trouble now." Lulu smoothed the tape down and clapped her hands together in satisfaction, "There! Done!"

Lulu sat back and wondered if it would be a good idea to go out and help. Was there anything she could do? She could encase the ship in a room, though that would be extremely tiring, and possibly completely useless. Such an advanced ship would surely have adequate shields, and so… would she and Thyme be reduced to sitting in this medical room acting as if nothing was happening? Just… hiding?

"I'll tell you more about stuff later, but maybe right now we should… decide what to do? L-Like, should we just wait here until something happens, or…? I've never really been in this kind of situation so…" Lulu looked up worriedly at the now silenced
 
OOC: This post will be long, as I need to make up for about three or four posts I missed...
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As Durnem lay there, still barely awakening from sleep yet not willing to open her eyes yet, she recalled the events of the past few hours, so it seemed to her...

The last Durnem ever saw of Orenya, at least as she knew it now, was when she was about to attack a Sumiri farmboy who had been chasing her through a farm in Drenlin. A strange metal device clasped around Durnem's waist, and pulled her rapidly upward. Looking around, she saw that the farmboy met the same fate. Seeing that she had been captured, Durnem held out her staff, pointing it up at the spaceship from which the devices originated... but as soon as she did, another device came down and snatched the staff out of Durnem's grasp. Moments later, when she and the boy were a few thousand feet off the ground, capsule-like devices enclosed them. Then a peculiar gas filled each of the capsules, causing the occupants to fall asleep within seconds...

When Durnem awoke, she found herself in an unkempt building, barren save for a few wood splinters and... the farmboy from before. Scowling and heaving a sigh, she bowed her head and hoped the boy would not pay too much attention to her. However...
"Sen emiren pete-to," the boy greeted, sounding friendly yet a tad bit taunting. He looked to be a cheery fellow; his pinkish skin gave him a constant sanguine appearance, his curly brown hair added to his cupid-like air, and his dragon-like wings... distracted his appearance from those stereotypes. The only garment he wore was a pair of beige trousers torn at the bottom, and dark green sandals on his feet.
"Oi there, why so sad?" he asked Durnem, scooting closer to her and trying to pat her on the back...
"Nai durmier-ya!" Durnem snapped, shooing him away with her fin-like arm, scratching the boy's arm as she did so. The boy winced and cast a mildly threatening but mostly frightened look at her.
"Watch it, I might give the Oradamin a call."
"I am one of the Oradamin, silly boy," Durnem commented, refusing to look at him. Then she began to stand up.

For the next few days, Durnem and the faery-like boy (who introduced himself as Aluete; Durnem snickered at the name since it literally meant "peach") wandered about the so-called "Savior Ark". Aluete asked several of the other people about this place, but most other folk there could not provide any useful information. Durnem, though, didn't pay much attention; what was on her mind was her staff, which was probably confiscated by the government because it was a "threat". Also on her mind was water. The place was very dry, and whoever abducted her lacked the sense to provide any. Even if they placed her in a giant fish tank, she would be at least slightly grateful. And not only was the place dry; it was also dirty, and seemed unwelcoming. To her at least, the "weather" felt hot, and there was little water save what came in bottles.

After a while, a loud noise came from the side of the ship, as well as the sound of various aircrafts circling about. Soon after, an announcement came. The person making the announcement was apparently a pirate of some sort, and had just made a raid on the ship. The pirate offered the people on the ship three choices: return to their home planet, stay on a planet called Colores, or stay with the pirates.
Well it's obvious I'm taking the first choice, Durnem thought. I can't stand another moment in a place like this.

Right when the announcement finished (the pirate said that the ship would be destroyed), buildings started to catch on fire--including the one Durnem and Aluete were in (they were conversing with a couple from a planet called Koratia). At that point, Aluete flew up, headed out of a hole in the ceiling, carrying Durnem and beating his wings as fast as he could. Durnem spotted some sort of tunnel leading out of the ship... The two landed safely, and Aluete ran away in a panic, but moments afterward the heat became too much for Durnem, and she fainted...

After the pirate ship, which Durnem learned was called the Harlot, arrived at Colores, Aluete exited, his goal being to return home to Orenya. Durnem, though, after some thought, decided to stay with the pirates. She felt a calling in her heart--she felt a message being delivered to her by the divine itself, that it was her destiny to join these pirates. Was it because the pirates saved her from the hostile environment of the Ark? Was it because she preferred the pirates' lack of rule obedience to the strict, controlled society within the Ark? Durnem assessed the rights and wrongs of the situation, concluding that the Ark was truly an evil place to be. Not to mention that she had heard that A) humans were treated much better than non-humans--in other words, racial discrimination, and B) the reason for one male and one female from each planet being abducted was so that the two could breed. These two things demonstrated racial discrimination and "controlled arrangement", or making someone do a specific thing in hostile conditions. Both were qualities the Magi Knights of Orenya frowned upon, especially the latter. Not to mention the thought of "diddle-diddle" with Aluete sickened her.
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After this memory was over, Durnem slowly drifted into consciousness. She was still lying on a bed in the ship's hospital wing; she had been moved there by the pirates, who found her when she fainted back on the Ark. A couple of crew members had been tending to her during the flight to Colores, a time during which she felt weary. There she had apparently been washed, fed, and asked a few questions about her race and her home planet. Speaking of questions, as Durnem sat up, she saw two girls talking in the room. One was a girl with light brown hair, black horns, black goggles, and a black dress. The other looked about the same age, an aqua-haired girl in a wheelchair. Both of them looked nearly human, as opposed to the obviously-not-human-and-more-like-a-half-fish Durnem. They also looked to be about half her age, somewhere in the teens perhaps. Durnem in comparison looked to be more middle-age.

As Durnem listened to the girls' conversation, she learned a few things about them... First, the girl in black was named Thyme and the other Lulu. Second, Lulu couldn't walk (hence the wheelchair) and could create "rooms". Third, Lulu came from the planet of Mirusa, where people are expected to be polite. Fourth, Thyme was used to living underground, and had never seen the sky before. At that point Lulu was bandaging Thyme's wounded arm. But eventually, an announcement came... apparently the ship was under attack by Federation battleships! This was the same Federation that was in charge of the Savior Ark project in the first place, so Durnem knew this was not a good sign. Then the captain of the ship made an announcement, sounding like he couldn't stop himself from laughing. The third and final announcement was from a woman who made a challenge to whoever was issuing the attack.

Moments later, the conversation between Thyme and Lulu resumed. Lulu mentioned Earth, calling it a place where "everyone in the entire universe came from a long time ago". Durnem knew this statement to be false, because what little of Orenyan history she knew said that the Fylin were in fact native to Orenya. The statement was true for the humans living there, though--in ancient times, there was a portal between Orenya and Earth, and humans brought themselves and their tales and some animals as well over to Orenya. Dragons also visited Earth from Orenya, and remained there until knights of the medieval age slayed the last one. Such was the tale the tasumin told her as she was "tuning up" her staff...

At that point, Durnem stood up and glanced around. There, resting against the wall next to the bed, was her staff! Apparently the pirates had found it and given it back to her. A relieved expression played across her face, and she took the staff in her arms, embracing it like a loved one.
"Sen Watimari, eileth laiti-su," she greeted, welcoming its fateful return to her.

Durnem then walked over to the two girls, using Watimari for support in case she faltered. She had gotten quite used to walking during the years she spent traveling Orenya, seeing new places and honing her skills and abilities, training to become a Magi Knight. Nevertheless, she was still wary about walking, seeing as her body was more dense than that of a human, and she walked on her toes. Still, she managed now to walk without so much as teetering to either side, despite the occasional rocking motion caused by a blow to the ship. At that point, Thyme and Lulu were talking about the nature of the pirates versus the government. Lulu mentioned that although pirates were usually the bad guys, here they were more good while the government was the "bad guy". After that rather philosophical talk, Lulu started to wonder what she and Thyme should do about the attack. Durnem considered this a good time to speak to them...

"My humblest greetings," Durnem greeted, bowing in a curtsey-ish fashion as she did so. Perhaps she thought a warm greeting would be nice, especially since otherwise she would seem a bit intimidating, having red eyes and being quite a bit taller than them. When she spoke, she carried an accent which favoured tall vowels and barely audible R's, and a tone which tried to sound deep and melodic but had a slight rasp to it.
"You are Thyme and Lulu, I presume?" she continued. "I couldn't help but overhear part of your conversation. It seems like introductions are a good idea, so my name is Durnem, and I come from the planet of Orenya. In case you're wondering why I look rather fish-like, I am a fylin. I am used to living underwater and in perpetual nighttime, but I have done lots of traveling, even to places where the sun shines. In the former part of my life I've been a warrior; in the latter I've been a member of an organisation called the Magi Knights, dedicated to protecting the peace of the planet and correcting those with evil intentions. I now see that the Earthen government is seeking to control us, to throw us in the slums and make us breed..."
Here Durnem looked a bit disgusted, thoughts of diddle-diddle with the Peach running through her head again.
"Well anyway, I'm all for setting whoever's behind this attack straight. However, I think our first course of action should be to find the captain, to make sure he's all right. He sounded like he was in some sort of trouble in the announcement, it seems. They might have used a laughing gas or something on him, who knows? But we shouldn't worry about investigating. You're in good hands."

With that, Durnem walked towards the door leading into the rest of the ship, beckoning Lulu and Thyme to follow.
 
"Would you watch where you're going?" Vanse heard as he straightened himself out, head still throbbing. He touched his left ear, it felt strange, sort of numb. Damn, I must've been goin faster than I thought, he told himself inwardly, rubbing it gently beneath his fingers. He struggled a moment with the reply he wanted to give, and the reply that he should give. He took a moment to calm down, telling himself it was his fault after all, and that this guy, whoever he happened to be, had every right to be upset with him. That, and with whatever it was going on outside the ship... it'd probably be better not to get on someone's bad side.
"Sorry..." He said again, bowing ever so slightly, tail twitching. If this ship had any maps he wouldn't be flying around the corridors like a lost kid looking for his parents. He straightened up again, taking a closer look at his victim. He looked like a human, from what he could tell, though there was something... off. He was... Unusual was the only word Vanse could think of. Clothed in purple form head to toe, purple hair and eyes... well, maybe not that unusual, as he thought of his own clothing. His musing was interrupted by a rather audible growl from his stomach, which reminded him that he hadn't eaten since before his nap, however long that had been.
"Do you know where we are on this ship?" He asked, still rubbing his ear, "I was taking a nap and seem to have uh... shifted, so..." He sighed, he might as well just admit it, though it wasn't the most appealing option, "Alright, I'm lost, ya mind helping me out, even with the whole collision thing?"
 
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