Thread: All Hail the High Queen! (FoxWriter/Uminator)

Natalia almost jumped when Aaron finally spoke up, she had been so busy trying to make coffee, succeeding more in spilling the beans onto the counter than anything else, that she had almost forgotten about his presence. She turned suddenly to face him, doing her best to hide the expression of shock on her face, then just nodded gently, not putting up much of a fight as he sat her down. I...thank you Aaron She managed to give him a slight smile before he got to work and her attention returned to his drawing. She carefully reached out, pulling it slowly across the table so that it was infront of her, staring down at it. Looking at it so closely, so clearly, she could tell this wasn't merely her mind playing tricks on her, not just some coincidental resemblance. No. It was them, Neema and Drixel...at long last...could they really be returning? Natalia placed her fingers carefully on Neema's face...how long had it last been since she had seen the woman? Natalia took a deep breath to try and calm herself, closing her eyes. It had to be true, they had to be coming...today even it seemed. That was going to mean questions...it was going to mean Cleo's entire world was about to change. The girl knew nothing of her true origins, Natalia had kept it all from her. She had wanted to give Cleo a normal, happy life. Besides, there had always been the possibility that nobody would ever come...if that happened, Natalia had wanted Cleo to just be a normal girl for as long as possible. It was what Lady Freeya had wanted as well, for her daughter to be happy. But now, now she would learn everything. The woman prayed that Cleo wouldn't hate her, hate her for lieing all this time, hiding things from her. The thought made her hands begin shaking once again, quickly clenching her fists to try and get some control over it. Yes, I'm afraid you'll have to wear some human clothing my lady Drixel grinned as he watched Neema fidgeting, almost like a child, even requiring the help of a computer to get dressed. Well at least now you can look forward to tearing them off and reducing them to shreds. Should be fun hm? He smiled as he put on the glasses, tapping a hidden control to active the link back to the ship, ensuring that they would never be out of contact. On Earth they would use the pod as a relay to boost the signal through the pollution and interference, giving him all the functionality they would require to not only find the Princess but to help her come to terms with what they were saying, help her to convince them it was all true. Only half mad? Clearly I'm not trying hard enough The man just smiled before moving to get into the pod, making several hand motions across a smooth control panel in order to activate the pre-flight checks. They had to make sure everything was in perfect working order, the Princess may be boarding this pod after all. Our destination is programmed, an open area near to the general location of her Highness' signal He finally tapped at a part of the control panel, setting the pod into motion. Please do cheer up my lady, we are about to meet the Princess after all, bring her empire back to its full glory. A worthy price for having to wear these hm? He tugged at her shirt, giving her a teasing grin. Once they had landed and disembarked, even Drixel had to wrinkle his nose. How do they live like this? Ugh, how can they have allowed their atmosphere to become so polluted? It must cause so many health problems for them...likely to have stunted their genetic development by at least a century. Clearly upon joining the empire the first order of business should be to install atmospheric restoration equipment He quickly shook his head and made a sweeping hand motion infront of him, several displays appearing within the glass of his glasses, but not projected out. Ah yes, the signal is much clearer here. There is still some minor interference from the level of electronic signals in the air, but I do believe I have narrowed our search significantly, and as we get closer I should be able to pinpoint her exact location. Please my lady, this way Drixel turned to head out of the park, following the display on his glasses. My...such a curious machine... As they reached the road, Drixel watched as cars went past. Hm, the humans primary means of transportation...and also one of their primary means of polluting their own atmosphere it seems. Internal Combustion technology...I recall seeing such devices in ancient history museums when I was a child