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

Aaron wondered how Nattie could be so happy all the time when she always seamed to have it so rough. A single mother, an overworked nurse who didn't make enough, a willful daughter and being bullied by his parents from time to time. He wished he could help her, but he wasn't in any condition to help himself, let alone anyone else. If he could, he would give her and Cleo all the money in the world so they could have everything they wanted, even if they already had everything they needed, like more than enough food and comfortable beds. Still, they didn't have everything they could and that, more than anything annoyed him. If he had his money, he could give his saviors everything in the world and he couldn't now because his parents where assholes who didn't give a shit about anything but themselves. He would make them pay for that someday. I know Nattie. he promised with a smile, he was well used to the cooling cream that worked so very well. He knew it was odd, he'd talked to Cleo about it before but he never bothered to push her about it when she had shrugged and said she didn't know. If they didn't want to tell him then he wouldn't ask them. Not that he thought Cleo was lying to him, he just thought she knew more than she wanted Natalia to know, or that Natalia wanted her to know. it always is, I bruise easy. that was a load of tosh, he actually had nice tough skin but he didn't like to upset Nattie so he let her think he was oblivious. He kind of was anyway. yeah she can, she's the best nurse ever. he agreed with a happy grin. He settled in to gorge herself on Nattie's amazing cooking and settled in to sleep. He always made sure that his inhaler was within hands reach but for once, he didn't need it in the night.he slept like the dead and woke at the 'asscrack' of dawn as he always did and settled in to sketch his dreams, again, as he always did. When Natalia woke in the morning Aaron was oddly focused, more so than normal. Usually h looked up when she came in and smiled at her, usually he had coffee made for her when she got up. Normally he had eaten a bowl of cereal and had poured a bowl without the milk for when Cleo finally crawled out of bed. Normally he was sipping his own coffee while he worked on whatever dream he had dreamed. Today he was totally focused and Nattie would know that he had seen something intense. Something that, as had happened before, would turn out to be true. He had done it before. Sketched his dreams in such a focused state he drowned out the world, and shown them to her or to Cleo, only for them to come true. When Cleo had broken her arm when they where nine, Aaron had sketched it two days before. When the jock of the football team had been arrested for trying to assault Cleo he had sketched it that morning. When Nattie had nearly been shot dead because of a gang crime that spilled into the hospital he had sketched that as well, and Nattie had only escaped alive because Cleo had convinced her to call in sick. So Nattie would know well to pay attention to this sketch, not that Aaron would pay any attention at all to it. For him, they where just drawings. Unfortunately, his sketch had deep rooted consequences this time. He had drawn two faces Nattie would know very well. He had drawn Drixel wearing his glasses, and Neema standing in front of the door, the numbers on the side of the house and the little plaque declaring whose house it was that was an exact replica of the door that led into Nattie and Cleo's house. They would be there soon, anywhere from two hours, to two days was the average. At least she would, hopefully, have time to prepare. Neema had to smile a little. i do believe his Highness started those blasted rumors. she admitted with a chuckle. far too many people believed them too. Though it did make protecting her so much easier when everyone loved her so much. she admitted before scowling a little. we will have to be careful that the pathetic human medicine has not done harm to the young Queen. she admitted. Collectives. Please send a notice to the medical team to be on standby. If the Queen is injured we will bring her immediately here to apply medical assistance before allowing her to decide to go back or not. Ultimately only she can decide when to leave this planet. She has made it her home for all of her life, she will not give it up easily and forcing her will only make her resent us. Neema admitted before nodding at Drixel. your intelligence and cleverness are certainly a step above what the other fools seam to be capable of. she admitted. continue your good work Drixel. she ordered. a promotion might be in your future. she admitted. A promotion in his case, meant he would stop being her assistant, and start being her equal. He would be the one giving orders then and would take them only from the royalty. Well, and Nema, if only to keep his head on his shoulders. It wouldn't change much really, it would just mean he'd have more free time to tinker with what he wanted instead of what others demanded. He'd be doing the demanding on that regard if he was promoted. Neema watched the sun rising, she had gotten bored with sleeping and had settled herself in the viewing docks to watch the planet awaken. The Collectives had informed her that, as a Saturday, there would be no schooling, and as such her Highness would likely be doing what most teenagers did. Sleeping in. it would be best to go around the midday meal, something called 'noon'. Or 'lunch'. Because of this, she had not alerted anyone to awaken and had turned off the set alarms that anyone might had put on to be ready. The Collectives only woke those who had specific duties or rotations. It was a pleasant looking planet, if only they could snuff out all those ugly fake lights and clear the air up a little bit it would make a lovely place to live for the People. She would have to speak to the Collectives on whether or not it would be a good place to leave settlements. Well, she would need to speak with the High Queen as well, nothing could be done without her permission.