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

It was such a nice day, such a rare nice day, that Cleo had ended up taking her time on the walk to the park. She hadn't intended to dawdle, hadn't intended to make Aaron wait, but such glorious weather...it was like her body just wanted to spend as much time in it as possible in the sunshine, who knew when it might come again after all? Still, when Cleo finally realised the time she gasped, looking at her phone for a moment before tucking it away and quickly breaking into a brisk jog towards the park. It was practically effortless for her really, infact Cleo couldn't even remember a time when she had gotten out of breath no matter how much she had exerted herself in things such as gym class. Perhaps that was why the girls at school despised her so much. Well, part of the reason. Samantha knew they were jealous of her, in every way possible. Even the most humble person in the world would be able to admit that Cleo's looks put all of them to shame. Her body was utterly flawless in every way, she was athletic, beautiful, the most intelligent person in the entire school. She had the entire perfect package, and everyone knew it. The boys adored her for it, loved her for it, wanted her for it....and the girls knew it, they all knew that given the choice every boy, even the ones with a girlfriend, would take Cleo over them in a heartbeat. Maybe what annoyed the girls even more was that Cleo didn't use that. She could have any guy do anything she wanted, and yet she chose to spend all her time with Aaron, the dorky dweeb that the boys all hated. Of course, they hated him much for the same reason they adored Cleo....Aaron got to be close to their goddess. Why did he deserve that honour and not them? Well, they would make him pay for every second that Aaron spent with her. When she finally got to the park, Cleo glanced around for a few moments, before turning to head for the spot she had arranged to meet Aaron. As she got close though, she gasped at the sight waiting for her. Crumpled papers scattered everywhere and Aaron laying in the middle of it, wiping himself clean, his clothes ruffled, his skin dirtied and still showing a few stains of blood. Cleo instantly knew what had happened...again. She immediately dashed to his side, quickly kneeling down, pulling out a handkerchief in order to help Aaron clean up his face. Aaron...oh I'm sorry...if I wasn't late this might not have happened....I'm so so sorry She shook her head, wiping away the dirt gently, applying only just enough pressure to his skin, careful not to hurt parts of him that were sure to be sore and tender. Some day we'll get away from all of this, just like we always talked about hm? She gave him a smile, that smile that said everything was going to be ok, the smile that wasn't to be argued with because there was no way anyone else could win. Drixel was walking the corridors of the monolithic ship wearing a headset, a coloured band of something resembling glass across his eyes. It allowed him to see where he was going and what he was doing, yet at the same time see all kinds of images, videos, feeds of information from all across the galaxy. Of course right now all of that technological power was focused on just one place, the place that Neema had ordered him to direct it, and when Neema ordered something you damn well did it. Those who crossed her....well....their career prospects became somewhat limited in various ways. That wasn't to say they died, certainly not now anyway, not if they were members of their own species rather than a servant race anyway. There were far too few of them left after the war to risk killing even one to set an example. When that familiar voice echoed through the halls Drixel blinked, then quickly changed direction. He was being summoned....of course it was him, he was the best of her assistants after all. He was assigned to only the most important of tasks, and this task was to be their most important yet. The survival of their race, their empire, depended upon it. My lady Drixel bowed as he entered the observation room where Neema was waiting. I've been sifting through the information of this....Earth. So primitive and yet....so much. They have created this....internet...it appears to be the repository of all of their knowledge, and yet so much of it is conflicting. In particular, they have extremely extensive information on their various mating practices here, I've watched several of their videos on the subject. Strangely though....hey do so little to protect all of this. On the contrary, they broadcast so much openly....their air is filled with waves of information. Ironically, this primitive broadcast makes pushing through to locate her highness rather difficult He motioned an arm, several images from his headset suddenly hurtling outwards, becoming large holographic displays around the room, showing maps of the Earth, statistics such as population and different life forms, images of various humans and their biological data, along with comparisons to their own race. There is some good news however. Whilst I have not yet been able to pinpoint her highness, despite her infinitely superior genetics, I have managed to narrow her down to one settlement, I believe the human term to be 'city', how quaint He motioned a hand again, a larger hologram than the others appearing, displaying the city in which Aaron and Cleo lived. She is here, of that I am sure. But there are so many humans, so much of their primitive technology, so much of their filth and pollution that it obscures her