Sorry there hasn't been much activity in my story.... Or for chapter three to be specific. It's currently still in progress, it's a long chapter.
-Lu
Friday, February 18, 2011
Monday, December 20, 2010
The first row is of Zuroi, the second row is of Ma'Kai, and the third row is of Maica.
I drew Zuroi and Maica about to kiss for two reasons: as a couple, they would just make my day (but they're not, so shush) and I wanted to draw what they're expressions would be if they found themselves in this situations because they hate each other so much.
I also drew they're height difference. Because that's loads of fun. xD
Chapter Two
Zuroi sat in his chair, finding himself guilty of stupidity. He tapped his finger tips on the small throne in the bridge. He was impatient, more or less, angry. For one, the experiment human got away. Two, he knew less on he species than he thought he had, and the information he had been given was very narrow on the "humans". These "people" were obviously much more advanced than Zuroi would've thought. They were aware of how to protect themselves, and how to react to a threat. The men around him were all being affected by his rather sour mood, and all were in a unrelenting fear. None of them spoke a word to the prince, or asked for orders. They would much rather wait for the prince to speak.
He did.
"Did you look them up?" Zuroi questioned. His chin was hidden in his hand, resting on the arm on the chair. He intensely stared at the man at the holographic computer screen, who was busy checking notes and scanning them out of the earth database and into the Galacian's database. He was sweating nervously, and his skin tightened as he pulled himself together to gather an answer.
"Y-yes, your highness," the man responded, punching nervously on the keys and buttons. Zuroi glared at him in frustration.
"...And?" Zuroi interrogated. The man turned around, pushing the spectacles on the ridge that was supposedly a nose up. He wasn't a Galacian, but from a surrounding planet known as 6563211 to the Galacians. He was a captured slave, the son of the ruler of the planet. His name just so happened to be Jashun. His forehead and arms were covered in all kinds of tribal tattoos that were connected by a green vein in his skin. He was small and skinny compared to the Galacians, weak, and easy to control.
"And neither of them are important," Jashun reported. "They are both orphans and have no authority over any of their leaders. In fact, they could be disposed of, if you wish," Jashun explained. Zuroi nodded his head.
"Very well," Zuroi said. "We need to negotiate with this planet's leader, and we need to fast." Zuroi proposed, not talking to anyone in particular.
Jashun hesitated for a moment before he was to break the bad news. Zuroi glared at him, sensing his uncertainty. Jashun swallowed nervously when Zuroi began to tap his fingers on the arm of the chair. Jashun began to fiddle with his thumbs, waiting for an order.
"What... is the problem, Jashun?" Zuroi kept his eyes closed, and bit his lip in frustration. He was invoking fear in his crew, like he knew he always could. It was one of his starring qualities. He then opened his eyes, and faked a smile. Jashun inahled and exhaled deeply before giving his master an answer.
"They don't have one leader," Jashun hoarsely started. He hunched over as in in pain. Zuroi appeared angered, definitely angered. One thing about a Galacian was that when they were angered, or in a protective sense, their eyes would glow, and their skin would bulge. Zuroi's eyes were indeed glowing a bright yellow, like his eye color. Jashun looked away, tightly closing his eyes. Zuroi was about to beat the man, and pull out his own hair in stress. How primitive, how inferior, were these people? They couldn't have one leader? It made his job harder. To everyone's surprise, Zuroi didn't get up and hit the man, he didn't even scold him. Instead, he sat in his chair, deep in thought of how he would handle the situation. He drummed the tips of his fingers in contemplation.
"Ma'Kai," Zuroi eyed a female Galacian. She swirled around in her chair, looking into the Prince's eyes.
"Yes, sir?" Ma'Kai grinned. She was the only other person in the room with minor authority, and with the ability to call Zuroi by his name. Being his older sister, she was granted permission to call him whatever she wanted to aboard the ship, even if it were derogatory. Zuroi grinned back as his sister.
"Well, thank you for calling me sir, miss. But I need you to send a message to the leader of the group of people we just visited. They seem the most... neutral according to our documents," Zuroi ordered. His sister nodded and pressed a series of buttons. When she was finished, she looked over to her brother and nodded. The entire cabin remained silent as Zuroi spoke.
"Hello. My name is Zuroi Ma'Len the Third of the planet Galacia. May I explain that we will not use force unless it is absolutely necessary. You see, my planet needs resources. Resources that just happen to be on this planet, including work forces. If you do not measure up to our standards, I can promise you right now that it will not end well. I will send down two of my people for you to be escorted to our ship. We can negotiate any measures for further obstacles. Any resistance would not be wise," Zuroi nodded over at his sister when he was finished. She gave a quick nod herself, and once again began to press the buttons on a board to end the transmission. An ominous beep ran through the air when she was done, and the room echoed it for a moment. Zuroi grinned in anticipation. He looked to another captured worker and ordered him to send down to guards to capture the races leader. The man nodded and ran out of the room to gather the men.
Zuroi, once again, found himself drumming his fingers together in pleasure. His tyranny almost ruled up to his father's; his face simply displayed sadistic pleasure in the affair.
"Excuse me, all. I need to prepare my self for this... business," Zuroi carefully placed the word in his mouth, and let it roll on his tongue in pleasure. He paused before he said it, making it sound more sinister then he had intended. He put both his hands onto the arms of the chair, and lifted himself up and out of it. He walked out of the room, two men on either of his sides in protection, and his arms wrapped behind his back. He strutted out, almost as if he were going to play. Ma'Kai hopped out of her chair and followed after her brother, passing a quick glance over to Jashun who was shivering. He returned the glance at the kind princess, and continued on with his work. She followed Zuroi out into the hallway, and tried to not pound her heels on the floor. They echoed anyway.
Zuroi turned his head to look at her and smirked. "Ma'Kai, well hello there." He gave her a quick toss of his head, mocking her slightly.
"For the love of all things, I hate these uniforms. They are simply... Loud... And heavy," Ma'Kai complained to her brother as she caught up with him. Zuroi laughed loudly at his sister, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"But that's not the problem, is it?" Zuroi questioned. He squeezed his sister's shoulder in a genuine matter.
"Nothing is the matter, Zuroi, but I just wanted to know what your plans were."
Ma'Kai raised her eyebrows in interest when he smiled. Ma'Kai knew he brother very well, and she knew that smile very well, too. Normally, it didn't mean anything good.
"Zuroi, if you want to keep control over these people, you need to make sure that you make them worry, and you can do that very well by holding powerful people hostage, as well as people with little power. You target two groups of people, and that generates a larger target, if you know what I'm saying," Ma'Kai explained, looking up at Zuroi. Zuroi chuckled, and squeezed his hand on her shoulder again.
"You are the smartest sister I have," Zuroi complimented.
"Sometimes, I don't understand why Dad doesn't send you on a mission of your own," Zuroi thought aloud. "You would be great." He looked down at her and smiled. She sheepishly smiled back, but the smile didn't stay on her face for very long.
So they walked in the hallway, not saying anything the rest of the way to Zuroi's room.
He did.
"Did you look them up?" Zuroi questioned. His chin was hidden in his hand, resting on the arm on the chair. He intensely stared at the man at the holographic computer screen, who was busy checking notes and scanning them out of the earth database and into the Galacian's database. He was sweating nervously, and his skin tightened as he pulled himself together to gather an answer.
"Y-yes, your highness," the man responded, punching nervously on the keys and buttons. Zuroi glared at him in frustration.
"...And?" Zuroi interrogated. The man turned around, pushing the spectacles on the ridge that was supposedly a nose up. He wasn't a Galacian, but from a surrounding planet known as 6563211 to the Galacians. He was a captured slave, the son of the ruler of the planet. His name just so happened to be Jashun. His forehead and arms were covered in all kinds of tribal tattoos that were connected by a green vein in his skin. He was small and skinny compared to the Galacians, weak, and easy to control.
"And neither of them are important," Jashun reported. "They are both orphans and have no authority over any of their leaders. In fact, they could be disposed of, if you wish," Jashun explained. Zuroi nodded his head.
"Very well," Zuroi said. "We need to negotiate with this planet's leader, and we need to fast." Zuroi proposed, not talking to anyone in particular.
Jashun hesitated for a moment before he was to break the bad news. Zuroi glared at him, sensing his uncertainty. Jashun swallowed nervously when Zuroi began to tap his fingers on the arm of the chair. Jashun began to fiddle with his thumbs, waiting for an order.
"What... is the problem, Jashun?" Zuroi kept his eyes closed, and bit his lip in frustration. He was invoking fear in his crew, like he knew he always could. It was one of his starring qualities. He then opened his eyes, and faked a smile. Jashun inahled and exhaled deeply before giving his master an answer.
"They don't have one leader," Jashun hoarsely started. He hunched over as in in pain. Zuroi appeared angered, definitely angered. One thing about a Galacian was that when they were angered, or in a protective sense, their eyes would glow, and their skin would bulge. Zuroi's eyes were indeed glowing a bright yellow, like his eye color. Jashun looked away, tightly closing his eyes. Zuroi was about to beat the man, and pull out his own hair in stress. How primitive, how inferior, were these people? They couldn't have one leader? It made his job harder. To everyone's surprise, Zuroi didn't get up and hit the man, he didn't even scold him. Instead, he sat in his chair, deep in thought of how he would handle the situation. He drummed the tips of his fingers in contemplation.
"Ma'Kai," Zuroi eyed a female Galacian. She swirled around in her chair, looking into the Prince's eyes.
"Yes, sir?" Ma'Kai grinned. She was the only other person in the room with minor authority, and with the ability to call Zuroi by his name. Being his older sister, she was granted permission to call him whatever she wanted to aboard the ship, even if it were derogatory. Zuroi grinned back as his sister.
"Well, thank you for calling me sir, miss. But I need you to send a message to the leader of the group of people we just visited. They seem the most... neutral according to our documents," Zuroi ordered. His sister nodded and pressed a series of buttons. When she was finished, she looked over to her brother and nodded. The entire cabin remained silent as Zuroi spoke.
"Hello. My name is Zuroi Ma'Len the Third of the planet Galacia. May I explain that we will not use force unless it is absolutely necessary. You see, my planet needs resources. Resources that just happen to be on this planet, including work forces. If you do not measure up to our standards, I can promise you right now that it will not end well. I will send down two of my people for you to be escorted to our ship. We can negotiate any measures for further obstacles. Any resistance would not be wise," Zuroi nodded over at his sister when he was finished. She gave a quick nod herself, and once again began to press the buttons on a board to end the transmission. An ominous beep ran through the air when she was done, and the room echoed it for a moment. Zuroi grinned in anticipation. He looked to another captured worker and ordered him to send down to guards to capture the races leader. The man nodded and ran out of the room to gather the men.
Zuroi, once again, found himself drumming his fingers together in pleasure. His tyranny almost ruled up to his father's; his face simply displayed sadistic pleasure in the affair.
"Excuse me, all. I need to prepare my self for this... business," Zuroi carefully placed the word in his mouth, and let it roll on his tongue in pleasure. He paused before he said it, making it sound more sinister then he had intended. He put both his hands onto the arms of the chair, and lifted himself up and out of it. He walked out of the room, two men on either of his sides in protection, and his arms wrapped behind his back. He strutted out, almost as if he were going to play. Ma'Kai hopped out of her chair and followed after her brother, passing a quick glance over to Jashun who was shivering. He returned the glance at the kind princess, and continued on with his work. She followed Zuroi out into the hallway, and tried to not pound her heels on the floor. They echoed anyway.
Zuroi turned his head to look at her and smirked. "Ma'Kai, well hello there." He gave her a quick toss of his head, mocking her slightly.
"For the love of all things, I hate these uniforms. They are simply... Loud... And heavy," Ma'Kai complained to her brother as she caught up with him. Zuroi laughed loudly at his sister, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"But that's not the problem, is it?" Zuroi questioned. He squeezed his sister's shoulder in a genuine matter.
"Nothing is the matter, Zuroi, but I just wanted to know what your plans were."
Ma'Kai raised her eyebrows in interest when he smiled. Ma'Kai knew he brother very well, and she knew that smile very well, too. Normally, it didn't mean anything good.
"Zuroi, if you want to keep control over these people, you need to make sure that you make them worry, and you can do that very well by holding powerful people hostage, as well as people with little power. You target two groups of people, and that generates a larger target, if you know what I'm saying," Ma'Kai explained, looking up at Zuroi. Zuroi chuckled, and squeezed his hand on her shoulder again.
"You are the smartest sister I have," Zuroi complimented.
"Sometimes, I don't understand why Dad doesn't send you on a mission of your own," Zuroi thought aloud. "You would be great." He looked down at her and smiled. She sheepishly smiled back, but the smile didn't stay on her face for very long.
So they walked in the hallway, not saying anything the rest of the way to Zuroi's room.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Chapter One
Maica laughed looking at her younger brother in his homemade superman costume. He took her by the hands and twirled her in a circle. Maica laughed harder.
"Dale, Dale, no, not right now," Maica explained, grinning at the five year old. Dale's smile fell from his face, and he "awed" at the suggestion. Maica frowned at her brother.
"Don't 'aww' me, Dale. It's no fair," Maica explained in a five year old manor. Dale grinned at the 17 year old, red headed, freckled face girl.
Dale ran away from her into the green yard, his arms spread out like wings. He made a "wooshing" sound, like he was an airplane, and found himself again with his sister. He fell at her feet, his red hair splattered on the ground. He looked up at his sister, giving her a small and toothy smile.
"Did you know that superman was an alien?" Dale asked, standing up and skipping to the play structure. His cape was flying up and down, and over his head. He climbed up the ladder as if he were a grown man. He plopped down on the wooden structure, grinning in peace. He pat his hands on the wood, as if he were lying on a fluffy bed.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did," Maica responded. She had her arms crossed over her small body, walking as if she were kicking sand on a beach. Dale went over on his side, resting his body on his arm. A big grin spread on his face and he hopped up in order to get onto the slide. As he slid down, he threw his hands up in the air, laughing and hollering loudly. Maica ran over in a girly fashion to the end of the slide. Dale looked up at his sister as he sat at the end of the slide, and Maica threw her hands underneath his armpits and picked him up in the air. She then flew in a circle, enjoying herself thoroughly. Dale was also laughing tremendously with his older sister.
Maica stopped for a moment and rubbed her nose up against her younger brother's. All Maica had was her brother. When she was twelve, her mother and father had died in an accident on the way to the grocery store to pick a birthday cake up for her. It was the day before her birthday. Maica was sitting her little baby brother, preparing for her 13th birthday. When a social worker came knocking at the door, Maica refused to let her little brother go.
They were transferred from then on from foster home to foster home, and Maica barely made any friends she stayed friends with. None of the parents kept either of them, for some reason, having a smarter older sister who took care of her younger brother better than any of them was a bad thing to have. She practically was like the care taker to her brother. Dale was the closest thing Maica had.
Maica heard Dale gasp, and she looked up to see a giant black hunk of metal hanging in the sky covered in strange markings. The marks all seemed triangular and surrounding a center from a circle also elaborating in the same types of marks. They all glowed a mysterious light purple color, almost a neon. The ship itself appeared to be a triangular fashion. Dale's eyes widened in excitement of the ship, while Maica's eyes widened in horror. Dale clapped his hands, and pointed up at the U.F.O.
"Look, Maica! It's an alien ship!" Dale exclaimed. Maica shook her head, holding her brother close to her chest.
"No, Dale...I... Uhm... Think it's a military vehicle." Maica began to walk away towards their foster home. Dale tried to push Maica off of him to get closer to the ship that was landing on the green grass. Maica held him even tighter to her chest in protection. "No, Dale! Don't you even think about it!"
The ship made a loud creak before it landed, as if the engines were roaring in exhaustion. The wind from the underneath of the ship grew stronger, nearly pushing Maica and her brother over. Maica was strong, like her father, and held her ground. Something in her wanted to run, and something in her was curious to see more. For some reason, her feet wouldn't come close to moving though, as if she were claiming her territory. The ship landed on it's side so Maica and Dale could view the triangle. The marks seemed to swirl together in a blinding circle, and the center somehow opened. A ramp seemed to just shoot out of the center, and three men appeared.
Two men seemed to have the complexion of a human being, more of a peachy color. Two of the men held swords in their hands with similar glowing marks on the blade, like the ship's hull. They seemed much larger than the third who stood in the middle, in height and in muscle mass. They had metallic armor that covered their chests, arms, legs, and the sides of their face. Their ears looked like humans, but stretched out and flopped over, almost like dog's ears. Their eyes seemed to have black slits, but a circle around them glowed in abnormal, neon colors. The two muscular men had green, neon eyes. They almost seemed like cat eyes. The man in the middle was obviously different from the two men on either side of him. He stuck out like a sore thumb, while the other two seemed nearly identical. He was obviously important. His skin was a different color, more of a rainy-day-cloud gray. He appeared much shorter than the other men, and his eyes were a piercing gold, like a black cat's. His glare seemed cold and menacing as he eyed the fearful girl and her brother. He sent a hand signal to the guards and they marched forward down the ramp. The ramp ended at least twenty yards away from Maica and her brother.
Dale was suddenly clinging to Maica, frightened by the negative energy coming from the beings. Maica backed up, trying to get some separation between her and the aliens. She observed her surroundings, and her situation was not good. It was sunny out, standing on flat terrain, and there was nowhere to hide. There was practically no safe place for herself and her brother at the moment. She was holding the most precious item in the world, and the three men stood not too far away from her. If she had been alone, she would've ran away to get the aliens on a different track, but her life wasn't the only to spare.'
The man in the middle blinked, holding his arms behind his back. Maica stared him down the most, observed his behavior the most of them all. To her, he seemed like the type who gave order, not received them. The aliens had taken barely any steps, and now stood no more than six yards in front of Maica and Dale.
"What are you?" the man in the middle questioned, cocking his head to the side.
Maica thought up at least twelve different sarcastic remarks she could have used, but her life wasn't the only one at steak. She positioned Dale the furthest away from the three men.
"I am a human being," Maica responded. She still snapped a bit, a grim look on her face. The man pulled down his collar to reveal a menacing smirk. He took a few more steps toward her, revealing that he wasn't as small as she thought.
"I'm afraid I don't like your tone," the gray skinned man remarked. He stood over her, at least three feet taller than she was. Maica clinger to her brother, taking small steps backward. She thought up again a ring of answers in her head, but didn't know what to say. She chose one.
"I'm afraid you don't have too," she snapped. She cursed her response and herself. The smart alec in her just kept coming out. The alien smiled at her, almost pleased.
"Miss-."
"-Maica," she interrupted. She was now at least a foot away from the alien.
"Maica," the man raised his eyebrow in interest. "Very well, the I must be aware that your species with primitive knowledge, you must not be aware with whom you are speaking..." Zuroi turned for his profile to face Maica. His glare stayed on her as he observed her up and down. Maica snarled at him a bit, still staring him down. Zruoi raised an eyebrow at her again. "You... Obviously do not care. I am Prince Zuroi Ma'Len the Third of Galacia." He turned again to face her, enjoying his glory far too much.
Maica nodded her head. "You're right, I don't care." A smug grin fell on her face, filled with sarcasm.
Dale tugged on Maica's shoulders, half crying. Zuroi sharply turned his head to face the crying red head. He seemed to be growling in protection, but stopped when he noticed the small boy. Maica stood her ground, though she too, was frightened. Dale began to wail in fear. Maica tried to calm him down a bit, patting his back, not loosing eye contact with the alien.
"What is this? Did I stroll upon a protective mother?" Zuroi questioned, smirking. Maica held Dale away from Zuroi.
"He's my brother," she hissed. "Touch him, and you will regret it.." she threatened, holding her brother tightly. Zuroi nodded his head at Maica. He grabbed hold of her chin sharply, taking her by surprise.
"You think you can scare me, don't you? You poor little thing," Zuroi grinned harder. The father in him was coming out, the tyrant, evil leader. He took her chin, and jutted it up so that he look directly into her eyes. His eyes wandered around her face, dancing back and forth. Maica inhaled deeply quite fast in her. "How unfortunate."
Maica forced her head out of his hands and found the one pressure point on all men. As Zuroi keeled over in pain, Maica ran away with her brother as fast as her small legs could carry her. She ran up the hill and onto the street, taking a left into the road. She continued to run until she reached the end of the street, and she almost knew that her new enemy was following her from behind. She tried to find a safe place to hide, but there was none. When she looked behind her, no one was there.
"Dale, Dale, no, not right now," Maica explained, grinning at the five year old. Dale's smile fell from his face, and he "awed" at the suggestion. Maica frowned at her brother.
"Don't 'aww' me, Dale. It's no fair," Maica explained in a five year old manor. Dale grinned at the 17 year old, red headed, freckled face girl.
Dale ran away from her into the green yard, his arms spread out like wings. He made a "wooshing" sound, like he was an airplane, and found himself again with his sister. He fell at her feet, his red hair splattered on the ground. He looked up at his sister, giving her a small and toothy smile.
"Did you know that superman was an alien?" Dale asked, standing up and skipping to the play structure. His cape was flying up and down, and over his head. He climbed up the ladder as if he were a grown man. He plopped down on the wooden structure, grinning in peace. He pat his hands on the wood, as if he were lying on a fluffy bed.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did," Maica responded. She had her arms crossed over her small body, walking as if she were kicking sand on a beach. Dale went over on his side, resting his body on his arm. A big grin spread on his face and he hopped up in order to get onto the slide. As he slid down, he threw his hands up in the air, laughing and hollering loudly. Maica ran over in a girly fashion to the end of the slide. Dale looked up at his sister as he sat at the end of the slide, and Maica threw her hands underneath his armpits and picked him up in the air. She then flew in a circle, enjoying herself thoroughly. Dale was also laughing tremendously with his older sister.
Maica stopped for a moment and rubbed her nose up against her younger brother's. All Maica had was her brother. When she was twelve, her mother and father had died in an accident on the way to the grocery store to pick a birthday cake up for her. It was the day before her birthday. Maica was sitting her little baby brother, preparing for her 13th birthday. When a social worker came knocking at the door, Maica refused to let her little brother go.
They were transferred from then on from foster home to foster home, and Maica barely made any friends she stayed friends with. None of the parents kept either of them, for some reason, having a smarter older sister who took care of her younger brother better than any of them was a bad thing to have. She practically was like the care taker to her brother. Dale was the closest thing Maica had.
Maica heard Dale gasp, and she looked up to see a giant black hunk of metal hanging in the sky covered in strange markings. The marks all seemed triangular and surrounding a center from a circle also elaborating in the same types of marks. They all glowed a mysterious light purple color, almost a neon. The ship itself appeared to be a triangular fashion. Dale's eyes widened in excitement of the ship, while Maica's eyes widened in horror. Dale clapped his hands, and pointed up at the U.F.O.
"Look, Maica! It's an alien ship!" Dale exclaimed. Maica shook her head, holding her brother close to her chest.
"No, Dale...I... Uhm... Think it's a military vehicle." Maica began to walk away towards their foster home. Dale tried to push Maica off of him to get closer to the ship that was landing on the green grass. Maica held him even tighter to her chest in protection. "No, Dale! Don't you even think about it!"
The ship made a loud creak before it landed, as if the engines were roaring in exhaustion. The wind from the underneath of the ship grew stronger, nearly pushing Maica and her brother over. Maica was strong, like her father, and held her ground. Something in her wanted to run, and something in her was curious to see more. For some reason, her feet wouldn't come close to moving though, as if she were claiming her territory. The ship landed on it's side so Maica and Dale could view the triangle. The marks seemed to swirl together in a blinding circle, and the center somehow opened. A ramp seemed to just shoot out of the center, and three men appeared.
Two men seemed to have the complexion of a human being, more of a peachy color. Two of the men held swords in their hands with similar glowing marks on the blade, like the ship's hull. They seemed much larger than the third who stood in the middle, in height and in muscle mass. They had metallic armor that covered their chests, arms, legs, and the sides of their face. Their ears looked like humans, but stretched out and flopped over, almost like dog's ears. Their eyes seemed to have black slits, but a circle around them glowed in abnormal, neon colors. The two muscular men had green, neon eyes. They almost seemed like cat eyes. The man in the middle was obviously different from the two men on either side of him. He stuck out like a sore thumb, while the other two seemed nearly identical. He was obviously important. His skin was a different color, more of a rainy-day-cloud gray. He appeared much shorter than the other men, and his eyes were a piercing gold, like a black cat's. His glare seemed cold and menacing as he eyed the fearful girl and her brother. He sent a hand signal to the guards and they marched forward down the ramp. The ramp ended at least twenty yards away from Maica and her brother.
Dale was suddenly clinging to Maica, frightened by the negative energy coming from the beings. Maica backed up, trying to get some separation between her and the aliens. She observed her surroundings, and her situation was not good. It was sunny out, standing on flat terrain, and there was nowhere to hide. There was practically no safe place for herself and her brother at the moment. She was holding the most precious item in the world, and the three men stood not too far away from her. If she had been alone, she would've ran away to get the aliens on a different track, but her life wasn't the only to spare.'
The man in the middle blinked, holding his arms behind his back. Maica stared him down the most, observed his behavior the most of them all. To her, he seemed like the type who gave order, not received them. The aliens had taken barely any steps, and now stood no more than six yards in front of Maica and Dale.
"What are you?" the man in the middle questioned, cocking his head to the side.
Maica thought up at least twelve different sarcastic remarks she could have used, but her life wasn't the only one at steak. She positioned Dale the furthest away from the three men.
"I am a human being," Maica responded. She still snapped a bit, a grim look on her face. The man pulled down his collar to reveal a menacing smirk. He took a few more steps toward her, revealing that he wasn't as small as she thought.
"I'm afraid I don't like your tone," the gray skinned man remarked. He stood over her, at least three feet taller than she was. Maica clinger to her brother, taking small steps backward. She thought up again a ring of answers in her head, but didn't know what to say. She chose one.
"I'm afraid you don't have too," she snapped. She cursed her response and herself. The smart alec in her just kept coming out. The alien smiled at her, almost pleased.
"Miss-."
"-Maica," she interrupted. She was now at least a foot away from the alien.
"Maica," the man raised his eyebrow in interest. "Very well, the I must be aware that your species with primitive knowledge, you must not be aware with whom you are speaking..." Zuroi turned for his profile to face Maica. His glare stayed on her as he observed her up and down. Maica snarled at him a bit, still staring him down. Zruoi raised an eyebrow at her again. "You... Obviously do not care. I am Prince Zuroi Ma'Len the Third of Galacia." He turned again to face her, enjoying his glory far too much.
Maica nodded her head. "You're right, I don't care." A smug grin fell on her face, filled with sarcasm.
Dale tugged on Maica's shoulders, half crying. Zuroi sharply turned his head to face the crying red head. He seemed to be growling in protection, but stopped when he noticed the small boy. Maica stood her ground, though she too, was frightened. Dale began to wail in fear. Maica tried to calm him down a bit, patting his back, not loosing eye contact with the alien.
"What is this? Did I stroll upon a protective mother?" Zuroi questioned, smirking. Maica held Dale away from Zuroi.
"He's my brother," she hissed. "Touch him, and you will regret it.." she threatened, holding her brother tightly. Zuroi nodded his head at Maica. He grabbed hold of her chin sharply, taking her by surprise.
"You think you can scare me, don't you? You poor little thing," Zuroi grinned harder. The father in him was coming out, the tyrant, evil leader. He took her chin, and jutted it up so that he look directly into her eyes. His eyes wandered around her face, dancing back and forth. Maica inhaled deeply quite fast in her. "How unfortunate."
Maica forced her head out of his hands and found the one pressure point on all men. As Zuroi keeled over in pain, Maica ran away with her brother as fast as her small legs could carry her. She ran up the hill and onto the street, taking a left into the road. She continued to run until she reached the end of the street, and she almost knew that her new enemy was following her from behind. She tried to find a safe place to hide, but there was none. When she looked behind her, no one was there.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Prologue
The gray skinned man paced down the hall with one guard on his left and another on his right. his mouth and nose were covered by what appeared to be a metallic turtle neck that ran down his torso and to the middle of his palm in elaborate decorations. You could tell by the way his yellow cat eyes danced that he had a sadistic sneer on his face. The men beside him stood at eight feet with a muscular build, yet they still quivered at the 18 year gold piercing eyes.
His name? Zuroi Ma'len, the prince of the planet Galacia. The planet was known for it's ruthlessness and tyranny. The urge to take over galaxies was too great for the Galacians The surrounding planets had been forced years ago into trade, slavery, and providing the men with women on there planet. They all feared war from the aliens, and pledged worship to their leader, King Yu'kai Ma'Len, who killed all who betrayed him on the spot.
Zuroi held a strong resemblance with his father. he wasn't fully grown, and still quite small for his species, yet he still seemed to have enhanced in his looks. His gray skin was quite a feature, proving his was related to the first leader of Galacia some 20,000 years earlier. He was the first of his kind to genetically inherit his ancestors genes. His purple, windows peak hair brushed at his cheeks as he paraded down the hallway. As the hallway narrowed, a metal door decorated similarly to Zuroi's armor appeared. Zuroi look at the guard on the left with a glimmer of leer in his eyes. The guard shuddered in paranoia and opened the door for the prince.
A man of similar resemblance to Zuroi (minus the skin) was sitting in a chair looking out the window into space. Zuroi immediately fell to one knee and the guards beside him followed. He muttered a prayer in his native language to the king.
"Rise, my song," the king looked down at his son with a bit of underestimation. Zuroi only lifted his head to begin with. The king gave the guards the signal to leave the room. They left, shutting door of metal behind them. It glowed a bit before returning to its normal state. The king smiled at his son, and Zuroi jumped to his feet, giving his father a hug, patting him hard on the back. The king responded in a laugh to his son's relief.
"Zuroi, it's been a while. I'm glad the guards got you here safe and sound."
Zuroi laughed along with his father. "Me too," he remarked. A grin sprang onto his father's face, something Zuroi hadn't seen in a long time. Zuroi removed himself from the king and looked at his father.
"You called for me to leave Galacia unattended, is there something that concerns us?" The king grinned in response to his son's concern. He was certainly eager to hear news that he was expecting.
"I'm off to planet 5117208, or to the inhabitants of it, Earth. It is some 50 light years away-."
"Simply a five hour trip," Zuroi interjected thoughtfully. His father gave a disciplining glare, and Zuroi quickly apologized.
"As I was saying, it is one of the few planets in the I-13 galaxy with intelligent life forms. As you know, it is the galaxy closest to our own. Unfortunately, I have my duties as king to attend, and you are coming of age-" Zuroi's eyes grew large with anticipation "-I am returning to Galacia, while you, my song, are going to expand our empire. Starting with planet 5117208."
Zuroi attempted to contain his excitement and fell to his knee once more in thanks for the offering.
"I promise you, father, I will do my best," Zuroi explained. The king smiled at his son and pat him on the shoulder.
"I will leave you now. Make me proud."
The king walked out the door and Zuroi stood up looking around the room. On one wall the expanse of space was open, and Zuroi sneered through the window. He needed to prepare for his arrival, it would only be a matter of hours.
His name? Zuroi Ma'len, the prince of the planet Galacia. The planet was known for it's ruthlessness and tyranny. The urge to take over galaxies was too great for the Galacians The surrounding planets had been forced years ago into trade, slavery, and providing the men with women on there planet. They all feared war from the aliens, and pledged worship to their leader, King Yu'kai Ma'Len, who killed all who betrayed him on the spot.
Zuroi held a strong resemblance with his father. he wasn't fully grown, and still quite small for his species, yet he still seemed to have enhanced in his looks. His gray skin was quite a feature, proving his was related to the first leader of Galacia some 20,000 years earlier. He was the first of his kind to genetically inherit his ancestors genes. His purple, windows peak hair brushed at his cheeks as he paraded down the hallway. As the hallway narrowed, a metal door decorated similarly to Zuroi's armor appeared. Zuroi look at the guard on the left with a glimmer of leer in his eyes. The guard shuddered in paranoia and opened the door for the prince.
A man of similar resemblance to Zuroi (minus the skin) was sitting in a chair looking out the window into space. Zuroi immediately fell to one knee and the guards beside him followed. He muttered a prayer in his native language to the king.
"Rise, my song," the king looked down at his son with a bit of underestimation. Zuroi only lifted his head to begin with. The king gave the guards the signal to leave the room. They left, shutting door of metal behind them. It glowed a bit before returning to its normal state. The king smiled at his son, and Zuroi jumped to his feet, giving his father a hug, patting him hard on the back. The king responded in a laugh to his son's relief.
"Zuroi, it's been a while. I'm glad the guards got you here safe and sound."
Zuroi laughed along with his father. "Me too," he remarked. A grin sprang onto his father's face, something Zuroi hadn't seen in a long time. Zuroi removed himself from the king and looked at his father.
"You called for me to leave Galacia unattended, is there something that concerns us?" The king grinned in response to his son's concern. He was certainly eager to hear news that he was expecting.
"I'm off to planet 5117208, or to the inhabitants of it, Earth. It is some 50 light years away-."
"Simply a five hour trip," Zuroi interjected thoughtfully. His father gave a disciplining glare, and Zuroi quickly apologized.
"As I was saying, it is one of the few planets in the I-13 galaxy with intelligent life forms. As you know, it is the galaxy closest to our own. Unfortunately, I have my duties as king to attend, and you are coming of age-" Zuroi's eyes grew large with anticipation "-I am returning to Galacia, while you, my song, are going to expand our empire. Starting with planet 5117208."
Zuroi attempted to contain his excitement and fell to his knee once more in thanks for the offering.
"I promise you, father, I will do my best," Zuroi explained. The king smiled at his son and pat him on the shoulder.
"I will leave you now. Make me proud."
The king walked out the door and Zuroi stood up looking around the room. On one wall the expanse of space was open, and Zuroi sneered through the window. He needed to prepare for his arrival, it would only be a matter of hours.
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