Thread: Cursed with Prophecy

Moonling was surprised that Chandra started trying to push her back into the capsule, not fighting back the strong Vampire's wishes. Yet the Capsule's bubble, was only made for people to go one way, so the blue barrier kept her out, forcing her to adapt to the oxygen. As she started to adapt, and get used to the oxygen, she gulped and put a hand on Chandra's shoulder. Th.. Thank you.. But our race has evolved to adapt to other systems oxygen. I just.. Didn't expect it to be so.. Heavy. Here. She said, smiling lightly at the woman, nodding a single time as another thanks. Moonling widened her eyes at Chandra's reply to what she had said, gasping lightly, and shaking her head. N.. No no.. That's.. That's not at all what I wished to imply, Ma'm.. My.. Birth name is With a light tune, she almost sang a short verse, the words more reminding of sounds, but with a beautiful rhythm to it. The first part of the verse, sound most like Ashalah, Moonling was merely a nickname for her in person, because she was born in first light of the blessing Moon of their planet. As they got to the control center, Ashalah giggled lightly at Emilee, smiling at the young girl. Emilee giggled cheerfully as well, nuzzling her head against Chandra's hand. Ashalah turned her attention to Tank as he entered, smiling gently at the large man, tilting a bit as she noticed his horns. It reminded her of the Arkthorian race, that One was also a part of, but she made sure not to stare. Greetings. She said, bowing lightly before he took her hand, and kissed her fingers. She tilt her head a little again, the tentacles, forming her hair, writhed around themselves for a few seconds, before she cleared her throat slightly. Any of her race would know that was a sign of shyness or of being nervous, though the 'Earthlings' wouldn't. She then looked to Chandra, her eyes trailing down the woman for a few seconds, before dropping her jaw a bit. O.. Oh.. Yes... I.. Totally forgot that custom.. I.. Apologize... She said, looking down a bit, as her tentacles writhered around themselves again. Don't.. Slither said with a grin, as she walked over to the table with the clothes, leaping up to sit upon them, making them inaccessible, smirking as she did. Ashalah cleared her throat again, as the tentacles started writhing around themselves more eagerly, catching Slither's eyes. She rose her brows lightly in ammazement, before looking down Ashalah again, just as Chandra grabbed a dress from bellow her. Auh.. Your no fun... She complained, as Slither got herself a dress on. Ashalah looked to tank with a small smile, as her tentacles kept writhing. Slither crossed her legs, as the briefing continued. In everything she did, she had inherited her race's elegance and beauty. If one could see past, or even like, the yellow and red scales covering her intimate areas, she was a beauty beyond many. Emilee had remained silent throughout the hole, but not stationary. She constantly spun around on the chair, looking to Chandra whenever she could. This was usual, something she always did doing briefings and.. Anything. Throughout the briefing, everyone else remained silent and let Chandra speak, and as she was finished, their attention was turned towards Ashala. She cleared her throat, as she prepared herself. There was much to tell. Well.. I'll. Start with what I am.. I was born a Seer, of our people.. When I reached adulthood, a long time ago, I got the gift to link with some people. However, as very few of our race's women, I.. Was cursed. I could not choice who I link with.. The links are.. Random. Some links with happy family husbands, or perhaps a mere musichian. Yet.. I was linked with Convict One. As she explained, she approached Emilia's computer. Ma'm.. Do you have a world map? Perhaps.. One in 3D? She asked, leaning a bit down to Emilia. Emilia smiled widely and nodded. Of coourse.. She said, stopping her spinning to wave her hand in a circle, pressing a few buttons as she did so, and a globe map in 3D appeared. Ashalah was about to continue, before Emilia stopped her. Do I get a kiss then? She asked with begging eyes. Ashalah chuckled lightly and leaned down to kiss Emilia's forehead, causing the girl to sigh happily, and spin around in her chair again, giving Ashalah a bit more space. Hmf.. Wish I was good with computers... Slither commented silently, as she bounced with one of her legs. Ashalah put her hand against the 3D image of Earth, and as she did tentacles grew from her wrist, starting to press in different places on the glove, and after doing so she pulled her hand back. She faced her palms against each other, making a ball with her fingers, before increasing the ball in size. This made the map zoom out, and show off Earth's Solarsystem. She widened it even wider, and it zoomed out from it, and displayed several others in the progress. This, is where One was born. She said, pointing at a solarsystem, making it zoom in on it, and then pointed on one of the planets, creating an image of this as well. In my vission.. I saw.. One grinning. Wickedly.. And then. This. She said, pressing the planet with two fingers, as two tentacles pressed a few places around it. This made an explosion of the planet, causing it to send a wave of fire into the solar system. And it doesn't stop with that. She said, Zooming out once again, to show off the solarsystem. The entire system was shortly filled with fire, and as she zoomed out again and fastforwarded it, a black hole was created. This creates a merging of systems. Dragging every system to this hole. Once the planets are there, they would collide, and this Galaxy would collapse. In fear of this, my race 'arrested' One as an infant. They.. Whipped out the rest of the Arkthorian race, to ensure.. This could never happen. A.. Brutal, and unpleasant truth. Slither widened her eyes a bit, but remained silent for now. Pretty lights... Emilee whispered as she stared at the monitor. How... Did you even do that? She mumbled on, Ashalah not even taking heed of her words. One.. Has been raised in a prison.. I.. Have not been able to do anything but track him down, for a long time, so I don't know his state of mind. We don't know his weakness'. His likes. Anything. We only know.. That he himself. Is a weapon. He holds the birthright of an Arkthorian Prophet. Legend, they call it. It gives him great telepethic abilities, far beyond my own race's comprehension. There is nearly no way to shield ourselves from his powers. He could be in many shapes, the Arktorian race being a Morph. Yet here, he will most probably have Morphed to ressemble an Earthling. This.. Is really all I can.. Tell you. She mumbled, looking a bit down as she tightened her fist inside the 3D image, of a burning galaxy, making the image go away. Emilee held her hands out towards the lost image and complained. Aawh... She pouted. Slither sighed and stroked her neck gently. So.. We are looking for.. Anyone.. With power unimaginable... Capable of collapsing an entire Galaxy... This sounds like fun.. She mumbled sarcastically, looking to Chandra.