This girl is going to complicate things… Damn…
Miya looks behind her, side-eying Loliel as she continues to walk a few inches at her side. They both continued down a narrow office corridor with gleaming silver doors with blue entry panels. The floors white and pristine, matched the walls that gave a blackish gleam ever so often.
Loliel looks down at a potted plant, having blue soil and a green-curly-leafed flower that swayed as if it was alive. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but I definitely didn’t think it would all look the same as our world.”
“The humans and Ya’valt forged their technological advances together for centuries, so it wouldn’t be a surprise that they’ve adapted some of this planet’s culture.” Miya remarks.
She then interrupts her next step and turns around, scratching the back of her head with a subtle groan. “Are you aware of your current species situation, in congruence with the Ya’valt?”
“… Situation?” Loliel repeats while stopping her pace as well. “I don’t understand what you mean, elaborate.”
Miya crosses her arm, kicking back her leg and resting the top of her foot on the ground. “Like, you know what happens when a race comes out superior in interplanetary battles, correct?”
“I… Suppose not? What does that have to do with anything?”
Miya’s eyes scrunch down. “You called me a Yak’sha before. How did you know what I was?”
“That’s just information I got from the QI database when I scanned you for any threats back at the base,” Loliel confirms while resting her hands at the top of her hex-grid armored vest.
“Did you read any further about, how, I got this way?”
Loliel nods her head. “No, it was all data-locked by A1. But I’m assuming you’re going to tell me.”
Miya sighs and lifts her arm, then grasps the lower part of her arm and starts to trail up to her wrist.
—CRACK
Loliel takes a step back with a look of bewilderment as Miya continues to push back her hand, creating a set of cracks that echo through the hall. She then raises her broken wrist in front of her and winces with a smile, but in a few seconds, her hand snaps back into place.
“You know that I have healing capabilities as well as decent strength and mobility. This is all thanks to numerous genetic enhancements given to me while I was at the Academy.”
“… Academy?” Loliel reiterates for clarification.
“You needn’t worry about that place in particular. However, what you should know is that your race was enslaved and used in a testing environment to cross-breed the perfect strain between your race and the Ya’valt. These tests led to the successful birth of Ya’valtians using human embryos from your feminine hosts.”
“Wait, wait… Cross-bred? Why would they need to do that?”
“You really don’t know… Do you? Amongst other reasons I’m sure, your planet was taken due to you and the Ya’valt sharing compatible genomes in your DNA.”
Loliel shakes her head. “I don’t…”
“They were a dying breed, the Ya’valt I mean. Conquerors, well known across the first and second Quadrants, more specifically Sector 7 for their insatiable lust for battle and war. After their century-year war with the Uusujam, they lost their home planet and half of their population. Bruised and battered, they traveled to 4056-E in hopes of overtaking your home and using your female population to nurture and create more troops.”
“If that’s even the slightest way true, why would they hide under the planet they’ve already conquered? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“That’s exactly why I was dispatched, to figure out why. It was revealed to me through confidential records that Guroft, originally their second home, was uninhabited, and their true location was here.”
“You’re being, rather lenient all of a sudden. But I get what you're saying though, however, I still don’t see the relevance. You’re leaving something out.” Loliel disputes.
Miya then turns around, continuing to walk down the corridor. “You’ll start to put it all together. Just don’t go off the rails while I’m working.”
Loliel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then continues to walk after her. After a few minutes, they reach a large white receptionist room with a blue floating oval desk facing a set of circular windows leading to the outside, seemingly shaded in brisk nightshade.
A Ya’valtian woman wearing a white blouse and blue-knit skirt that gave off a reflective black glow sat in one of the chairs nearest the door. She stands from her seat and brushes down her skirt while walking forward.
Her white locks stopped at the sides of her cheeks, with some strands curled upward and in different directions. Her bright crimson eyes were shrouded by long, lush eyelashes, while her hourglass figure gave her even more feminine appeal.
She gave them a rosy smile, stopping a few feet in front of Miya while raising her arm in front of her with a short bow.
“Good evening Ms. Miya. My name is Curase and I’ll be escorting you to the Chief Exec’s manor. Do you have any requests before we leave?—“
Curase abruptly stops her introduction and moves her head to the side, gazing at Loliel with captivated eyes. “Is that… Is that your human companion?”
Miya points her thumb back to Loliel with a smirk. “Her? Naw, she’s just tagging along with—“
Curase sniffs toward Loliel, with her cheeks becoming beet red. “T-then that means she’s for sale right?”
“I don’t know,” Miya looks back to Loliel with a grin, “Are you for sale, Loliel?”
“What…? N-no!” Loliel retorts.
“Ah, so her name’s Loliel, that’s such a cute name… I’ve been meaning to try to breed with Yaktsman, but he’s so picky… Such a shame….”
Curase then turns around, seemingly disappointed, and steps outside from the sliding glass doors.
“What did you mean by that? What did she say?” Loliel exclaims with a clenched fist.
“Heh.” Miya walks through the doors with a smirk, waving her hand in the air.
“Don’t worry about it. Just stick with me and everything will be just fine.”