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

Neema did rather like how he wasn't terrified of her. After so many years working together he had learned when it was okay to tease her. She was in a good mood today, if a bit grumpy about having to wear such awful clothing. She had every intention of promoting him for the explicit purpose of having him as an equal rather than a subordinate. This would give him much greater leeway with his mouth if nothing else. She had an image to keep after all, as her assistant she could not be seen as favoring him over others, even if she did. It had taken a very long time to train him to proper standards after all. Still, there was that new assistant who showed great potential and promise. She was already training him herself to take Drixel's place once he was promoted. Young Xeem was perfect, he had been hand picked by the High King himself and despite being an inferior species he was loyal only to the Crown. It helped that Drixel was the little brats idol. Any chance to be just like him was jumped upon. Making his training so much easier. More than a little work. she agreed, looking around with disgust. every single thing that powers their world pollutes it. Might as well level everything to the ground one city at a time and rebuild it. she admitted. it's a good thing that we're not technically a higher authority. she admitted. technically speaking, when we take over this planet we will be nothing more than foreign dignitaries. she admitted. by the time they realize we are the Higher Authority it will be entirely too late. she admitted. they'll all be integrated with our species anyway. she admitted with a chuckle before smirking at something the Collectives brought up on her pad. apparently, Men on this planet look down on women as 'inferior'. Not all do but about 80 of the worlds population live in purely male dominated cultures where women are either property, or inferior. she admitted. they'll change their tune once they start giving birth. Actually, there is a cluster of people, a minority, who are classified as Gay, or Homosexual. These people only like their own gender, so the males of this 'Gay' minority would welcome the ability to give birth. We should start with them when introducing the abilities. she admitted. this will ease the way and let people know we are capable of it without freaking anyone out. she decided. This was why she was the right hand woman to the High King. Inter species interactions was her specialty. hmm, their Genetic code seams to be very flexible as well. While our DNA will mostly override the human DNA, any offspring we have will have extreme bursts of strength in their genetic codes thanks to the input of human genomes. The potential in these humans is staggering. Introducing them into our bloodlines will create an even more powerful race. she said, looking very pleased indeed. our children will be much stronger, and we won't have to fear for inbreeding problems or bloodline dilution. she admitted, looking up at him when he suddenly focused again and followed him, rolling her P.C.D. Back into it's case and followed him. Good! I will see that the woman is well rewarded. she admitted. if the High Queen is as strong as you believe, then she will have outperformed in every way. Well worthy of a reward. she admitted, wondering what to give the woman. Obviously she would stay with Cleo, there was no doubt about that. The High Queen would need the comfort of the woman who had raised her. Cleo would need her mother. After all, just because Natalia hadn't given birth to her, didn't mean she wasn't Cleo's mother. So, what else to give the handmaiden? She would have to think on it. She paused outside the door and at least this part she was familiar with. She had read up on human culture and knew most of the greetings and entrance protocols. For American humans, you knocked on the wooden door, or pressed a doorbell, which was a small button on the side of the wooden door. This domicile had a button. So she pushed it and waited. Ignoring the Garbage truck behind her. Your not fine. Aaron scolded her. just sit still for a bit and try to relax a bit, the last thing you need is to fret yourself right into a cold or something worse. he warned, heading upstairs and completely unaware of the problems going on in her head. i know Cleo, I don't think she's sick. She gasped this morning, I didn't even notice her come in, I was all zoned out. he admitted, feeling very ashamed. whatever happened has her really shaken. how was he to know that Cleo would instantly know that Aaron had drawn something that had probably been brutal or traumatic. He couldn't even remember the drawings. i'm glad your feeling better. Aaron admitted with a sigh, relieved before looking out the window. huh. Garbage man's early today. he admitted, blinking when the doorbell rang. oh... hold on, i'll get it. he promised the girls, heading for the door and popping it open and had to pause, blinking at them. uh, can I help you? he asked, blinking at them. What an odd pair, he had a feeling he'd seen these people before, where would he ever have seen people like this before?