Thread: Cursed with Prophecy

A red figure hovered through the tunnel, leading towards a large ball shaped room. The red figure was not human, but still had the form of one, it's skin merely red with yellow glowing eyes, and tentacles growing from her head, in replacement of hair, and several thin tentacles hanging from the right side of her neck. She had a worried expression, as her naked body floated towards it's destination, baring ill news. In the room she was approaching, a tall purple figure was standing, staring through a large window section of the room. The room was filled with highly technological computers, and two other figures where placed in front of two large panels, with several floating objects in front of them, that their tentacled arms kept pressing about on. As the red figure arrived, she landed near the entrance, and knelt down before the male figure. Most esteemed Councilor. I must inform you.. He.. Has escaped.. She spoke, with an almost booming voice, as she remained knelt, with her face downwards. The Councilor lowered his head, and slowly shook it with a sigh. Who? He asked, already knowing the answer to his question, but not wanting to admit it. One.. Sir. She answered, pinching her eyes in fret. The man growled loudly, before he gave an outburst of rage, and kicked the table in front of him, before he turned his gaze back on the woman. How could this happen! You where supposed to ensure he wouldn't escape! He shouted in anger. She whimpered and turned her head lightly in humiliation. I am sorry, father.. The Prison.. It.. Nearly blew in his escape.. He.. Has grown powerful. Much.. Much more powerful.. She whimpered, slowly shaking her head. The man growled and turned his attention to one of the tentacled beings by his side. Track One. He said, walking over behind the creature, as it followed One's projectile. He grunted in dismay, as he saw it head towards earth. Wonderful. Of course he decides to end up there... The Earthlings primitive minds aren't ready to know of us yet.. We'll contact that.. Special force of theirs.. Get a link with their primitive.. What ever they call them.. I wish to speak with them. He turned his gaze back upon his daughter, still kneeling where she was, still with her eyes downwards in shame. And you.. Prepare yourself for a journey.. They'll need someone to help them track down One.. You.. Have just voulenteered.. Bring nothing.. Go to the shuttles, and we'll have you brought down, as soon as we get in contact with the beings from earth. The woman whimpered and nodded. Yes, sir. She agreed, raising with another sniffle, as a tear ran from one of her eyes. The man growled again, before he turned his attention back to the screens.. Have you got them yet? Emelia cheered happily, as she spun around on her chair. She looked like a girl at the age of no more then 15, yet she was centuries old. She was a Vampire. Not at all pure blood, yet she had the knowledge of a thousand years. And yet, she was more a playful little girl, then she was the wise woman she was should be. But the knowledge was there. If anyone wanted information in the SDTF, she was the one they came to. She had knowledge beyond her crazy age, and had a gift with computers. So if there was something she didn't know, she'd find out in seconds. The simple laptop in front of her, started beeping slightly, and her eyes moved towards it. Uhhh... What's.. That? She asked herself, leaning forward in the chair, so almost lay on her stomach upon it, leaning her elbows against the table the laptop was on. She waved a hand in front of the screen, and the screen created an image of an even larger screen, where she reached up and pressed a button. Uhu huuu.... Where is this! Coming from!? She chattered to herself cheerfully. Better call the Captain. She said, raising in the chair. She pressed a button on the headset she wore, making a beeping sound in her Cpatains own. Eeeemilia here.. Calling straaight from the control room.. Over and out.. She had a moment of silence, before she realized she was supposed to ask the Captian in. Oh yes.. Woups.. There is a call coming in, Ma'm.. From an unknown origon.. Aaand you'll be excited to know, that it looks like it's not coming from earth.. But... From outa spaaaace.. She said, giggling as her chair suddently dropped and she gasped as she bunked against the floor. Better come and have a lookie! She then shouted in the microphone, as she tried to get to her feet again.