In an unknown sector of space...
"You feeling ok?" asks the young malothian as he sits down directly across from the other female malothian. She looks up from her notebook full of mathematical scribbles and glances tiredly at her longtime companion and student.
"Yes Griethian" she sighs as she tiredly puts down her digital note book on the table in front of her, one that she has been working on for the last couple of hours.
Griethian looks at his mentor, at 862 years old the blue skinned four armed Malothian aged with minimal changes to her exterior proving the longevity of their species as a whole. Her eyes, normally bright with fire and passion for discovering the unknown, are now dimly lit with barely concealed sadness and a hint of frustration.
"I just don't know what to do...I feel like we are missing something crucial to kickstart Zoma, her brain patterns aren't responding, at least not enough that validates whether she is conscious or not." exclaims Croona, the de facto leader of the research facility and head scientists of Tigasado Corporation. All four of her arms droops down as she sags in her Chair showing her obvious fatigue.
"Well...You and I both knew that this wasn't gonna be an easy task right? I mean, we are trying to create an entirely unique species after all! Nevermind the fact that our funding is limited." replies Greithian, his voice laced with traces of amusement mixed with concern for his tired mentor.
"I knew that when I started...but still! Look at her!" Croona replies with a sudden burst of excitement as she points across the lab filled with messy papers and unfinished calculations. Across the room lies an inwardly curved cylinder, a chamber filled with a clear white liquid. In the center, a floating insect like creature is shown to be drifting in what appears to be a form of stasis.
"She is supposed to be the perfect organism. Her body has almost reached what I deem the stage of infancy...and yet she makes no sign of movement." Signs Croona as her sudden burst of energy fades away and is replaced with the feeling of unconcealed frustration.
Griethian took a closer look at Zoma, a random name they decided to assign the subject in a fit of boredom earlier that year. The insect-like creature within the chamber appears to resemble the form of a praying mantis, yet has a slightly larger, more ferocious head and a pair of shiny black wings. A sleek and deadly body complements the creature giving it a natural predatory disposition. What makes this creature so unique is the fact that it is an attempt to create an entirely new species capable of telepathic communication with others of its brethren. Zoma is after all...a queen of her new species as a whole.
"No matter what I do, she doesn't wake up! I'm starting to think all those experimental genes we implemented has caused a problem with her brain function and interfered with the development process. She could be another dud." says Croona. Memories of the previous experiments and their failure pushes Croona further down a path of depression.
"Don't worry about it, Zoma will either wake up or we will scrap her and try again, and again until something works out." Greithian replies with an optimistic tone that brings a smile to her face.
"I know, I know...I just wish... just this once, I want this to be the one so I can finally show those idiots in the corporation how perfect my creation is and how telepathic communication is truly possible." says Croona.
"Well you could use a good break, why don't we go up to the main deck and just relax for little while?" Say Griethian as he gets up and starts walking to the door, "I'll have some frona juice ready for you to drink, I know it's your favorite." says Greithian as he walks out with the doors automatically closing behind them.
Croona further slumps in her seat as she stares at the blank white ceiling. I really hope for the love of the enlightened ones, that this subject turns out as a success. I don't want to have to go back to resupply again after numerous consecutive failures. I couldn't bear to look in the faces of my former colleagues, not until I finally succeed!
10 Minutes later...
"Soooo, how is it?" says Greithian after a period of silence as he watches his mentor eagerly drink a cup full of the orange liquid known as frona juice, a liquid composed of a specialized fruit grown on there home planet Dieu.
"Delicious as always." Replies Croona as she relaxes against the sofas in the lounge, drink in hand. The lounge consisted of three couches and two tables facing the giant panel showcasing the vast space outside and its twinkling stars. A view that always brings along a feeling of peace mixed with a reminder that the duo are isolated in space, far away from there home.
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"Well...I think I should get back to work, you still have to finish the calculations for the next gene pool selection do you not?" asks Croona as she hops up with newly invigorated motivation and looks pointedly at Greithian, who looks back with reluctance and signs as he nods his head.
"Yeeeesss" says Greithian as he slowly gets up, deciding that a trip to the bathroom is in order before he gets back to his own lab.
However as they both started towards their respective labs, the ship's alarm went off.
"rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
Croona and Greithian both abruptly stop and stare at each other in confusion "what the-"
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From a distance, anyone looking at the space station would have witnessed a giant fissure apearing out of the very fabric of space itself and swallowing the space station whole. The state of its inhabitants unknown to the rest of the Malothians.
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Intel Report
Subject : Communication with research station 26899 lost
Last known signal: Sector 34 BUI
Time: 6:78 TU
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A dimensional rift, a passage between dimensions, a connection between two places...no matter the distance...In fact, it’s safe to say, a dimensional rift could take you anywhere in any reality.
As a lone research station rushes through the ‘between’, a gap between dimensions, the research station begins to fall apart. Structural supports crack and warp, light bends as matter warps and reforms as the research station splits off into numerous pieces. However, one section of the space station is protected by a layer of light. A shield with a slight green hue, that carries it into the reality next door…
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“Malia, are you sure this is a good idea?!” says Ivy as she worriedly looked at the center of the summoning circle.
In a lone clearing, surrounded by towering trees, stood two wood nymphs in front of a large summoning circle radiating a powerful magic aura.
“You know we have no choice. Nothing else can be done, at least we can try and save what's...wh-what’s left of our race. You know this is our only chance to fight back against the shades.” said Malia as she looked tearfully, and resignedly at Ivy. The two wood nymphs were one of the few surviving wood nymphs left, the rest slaughtered by the shades, a type of nightmarish creature that originated from very depths of hell. Malia and Ivy along with the rest of their brethren tried to hold back the shades, but their life magic was significantly weakened against the shades demonic and death energies residing inside the horrendous creatures.
“What if the thing you summon is useless? Or what if it’s an evil creature from who knows where!” cried Ivy in hysteria as she paced behind her friend. Her long green hair and beautiful oval face would have attracted numerous men to an endless chase resulting in eventual disappointment, but instead at that moment the effect was somewhat ruined as her hair was disheveled, her body covered in wounds, and her face full of tears.
Malia stood tall, barely keeping her form together as she looked at the, now cracked, stone in her hand.
{Stone of Fate} {Mythical}
{Category: Race}
Summon a creature or item that could bring great fortune and prosperity or bring ruin to the race of the user
*Depends on luck and fate of the user*
The stone was a treasure passed down from wood nymph to wood nymph. It was a gift from the goddess of nature, who a millennium ago, used to roam this very world. Yet she, along with numerous gods, fell to the combined might of the Gods of Hell and the Nameless Ones. Their home known as the Great forest of the Roaken, which meant sanctuary in the tongue of the old, was one of the few forests where the wood nymphs used to safely reside...or at least that was true until recently.
Malia bitterly thought about how the previous night went. Everything was so peaceful! Everyone was happy, her other friends Fila and Muka were both with Ivy and her. They danced through the forest night and day, chasing animals and playing games. Yet, that all ended when the Shades struck last night. Her friends didn’t make it, They were among the first casualties, the majority of the wood nymphs were killed in the first strike along with her mother who lived on the east side of the forest where the shades struck. Her grandmother along with the few older generations of nymphs stayed behind to buy time for the younger generation to escape. While there was no official leader among the nymphs, her grandmother was considered one of the wisest and she was entrusted to hold onto the only relic and true treasure of their people.The only parting gift was that very relic she now held in her hand.
“Get out of here Malia, run! Our future lies in your hands now!”, the final parting word her grandmother left her before she raced through the forest towards the sound of spells being flung. The abrupt end of what used to be her two remaining loved ones still left an empty hole in Malias heart.
Again, the tears began to fall as she was reminded of the memories from the previous night. Looking towards the summoning circle, she began to kneel to the object or creature that could possibly save her race...or be their ruin. Ivy, seeing her kneel followed suit as a solemn silence blanketed the clearing in the forest.
The moon was barely visible above the treeline, the wind a mere whisper as the magic circle began to shine brighter than ever before. The sound of a light ‘hum’ entered the clearing as the power within the circle reached a crescendo.
On this fateful day, ‘She’ arrived.
A traveler of dimensions.
A creature created in a civilization's image of perfection.
A biological weapon…
Ha! And get this!
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It thinks
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