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

It was a bright afternoon and a warm one at that. It wasn't often you where able to enjoy such a glorious, wonderful day, especially since they lived in such a massive city. Good sunny days where rare in a smoggy city full of ugly people. There was only one park, well no, there where lots of parks, but there was only one green park. Full of trees and grass and flowers and such. It was a common hang out, and hideaway for one young man. His name was Aaron Roal . He wasn't having a very pleasant day in the park the way he normally did. See, normally, the football team had practice at this time of day, which normally made the park safe. Unfortunately the football coach had fallen ill and practice had been canceled. Which led to the situation he was now in. getting his ass kicked. This was not nearly as uncommon as it should have been, particularly in the extremely prestigious school that he attended. He was a borderline genius and was in all of the advanced classes and was one of the top five in every class. The only person who scored higher than him consistently was his best friend. Ironically, it was his best friend that was the reason he was currently getting his ass kicked. Aaron wheezed as he was dropped into the dirt, curling up around his gut which had just had a fist lodged into it. His pride and joy, his art, was scattered around him, the pages from his sketchbook shredded and stamped into the dirt and mud. The football team left him laying there, nose bleeding, probably broken, ribs aching but thankfully, not broken this time. Aaron was well used to pain now. He had been getting his ass handed to him since he started school. At first because he was smarter, and different, and always younger than his peers and then because he was friends with Cleo. He had started second grade when he was six, having a bunch of seven, eight and nine year old's beating the shit out of you was never fun, though his parents never cared much about what their son did or what happened to him so long as he brought home perfect report cards and didn't 'bring shame on the family name'. The only person who actually cared about him was his best friend, she was the one who patched him up after getting his ass kicked and she was the one who held him when he had no choice but to cry and she was the one who did her best to protect him. They had tried to raise the issue with so many people. School officials, police, anyone but since his parents didn't care enough to go down and help no one was willing to do anything about it. After all, he was just some nerd on the fast track. He couldn't wait, could not wait to move away from this god forsaken hell hole. He managed to toll onto his back, wiping his face clean so that there wouldn't be blood all over and stared at the sky until his only friend in the world showed up. He'd promised to draw her today so she'd be around eventually. If he was lucky he could go to her house for some dinner. high in space, further even than earths satellites could pick up signals sat a slowly rotating disk. Where it to land on earth it would have been as big as Times Square and three stories tall. It was made of some sort of strange slate Grey metal that looked more like a rock. There appeared to be no windows and no lights, it looked like it was simply a dead piece of oddly shaped rock, which was the entire purpose of the craft as it slowly edged closer to the satellite range. It was a P3X model. Designed for watching intelligent life without interacting with them. Humans had long been a source of study for the people who lived on the ship. However, there was a new purpose now. Within the ship where two people who held a very specific task of recovering a single person from the planet. A person who was not human, though she had lived her entire life thinking she was. They had to find her as swiftly as possible. Their entire species survival could easily rest in her hands. The leader of this event was a humanoid female named Neema . Every single creature on that ship answered to her, and only to her. Neema was the Royal Dispatcher. She was literally the eyes, the ears, and the life of the Royal Family. She was like a butler, an assassin, a spy and a handmaiden all in one. When the Royal Family had been alive, it was she who assigned a servant to every husband and wife the High King had. It was her who had waited on the High King himself, washing him, dressing him, preparing his food and making sure there where no threats to the kingdom he needed to be worried about. She had entertained him when he was bored, kept his tasks and meetings in order, organized his paperwork, yes Kings had paperwork too. She had killed anyone he ordered killed, sometimes publicly, sometimes silently. She was the reason why the monarchy had yet to fall. The last war though, the last war had devastated their population. They where at anywhere of 2-4 left of their original numbers. The High King was dead. The King and Queens where slaughtered and all of the Prince and Princess' had been murdered in an attempt to stamp out the last of the royal line. This had failed. For the High King's favorite Queen had removed from the war, her first, only, and last child and sent it away to earth here the baby would be safe until the end of the war. Neema was there to recover that lost infant, and name her High Queen, ruler of all the Galaxy. It might take a few days, or even fifty years to convince the daughter of the people that she belonged with them, but Neema was patient and wise... mostly. DRIXEL! her voice echoed through the halls. Summoning her assistant. He was supposed to be using all of the ships computers to hack into earths feeds so they could locate the girl's energy patterns and Neema still wasn't seeing anything on her screens. It was simple earth technology! They where practically heathens! What was taking him so long?!