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

Cleo knew he was right, even if it hadn't been today the boys would've beaten him up some other time, probably even worse due to their building frustrations. Still, she couldn't help but feel it was ultimately her fault...they beat Aaron up to get to her. She knew that, she knew the boys were jealous of him spending time with her. I'm sorry Aaron....I wish I could do more to stop them. I have tried talking to them but all they did was ogle at me Cleo shook her head. I swear they didn't hear a thing I said, just staring at my chest and drooling while I might as well have been speaking French She sighed again and rolled her eyes. Well at least nothing is broken She leaned in close, examining his nose, though careful not to touch it. Hm, doesn't look broken, but there might be a fracture....definitely something mom needs to take a look at, or you might grow up with a crooked nose. We can't go having that now can we? She grinned and moved back, having finished wiping the dirt from his face. Just a few more years and it'll be your Eighteenth birthday. Hopefully those idiots will get sick and tired of doing this before then so you can at least get some peace sooner rather than later She stood up, then offered a hand down to him in order to help Aaron to his feet. Alright, time to go see mom. She should be off work and back home by now so she'll get you totally fixed up. Always does right? Cleo took his hand, such a simple act, yet something that would have the other boys blood boiling if they were able to see it, the things they would have done to feel Cleo's touch like that. Some of them would quite literally kill if they thought it would get Cleo to touch them. But if they were to do that to Aaron...every single one of them knew that beyond the trouble with the police, they would face Cleo too. They knew she'd never look at them with anything but hatred. As promised, Cleo's mother Natalia was already home, looking up as the pair entered. It didn't take more than an instant to figure out what had happened, Aaron had been beaten up once again. He looked hungry too....good thing she kept plenty of food in the house, she probably fed Aaron more than his own family did. No, not probably, she knew for a fact she did. Still, it made Cleo happy, that was what mattered. Of course Natalia wasn't Cleo's birth mother....though she'd never quite found a way to tell Cleo that...it would bring up questions that Cleo wasn't ready to know the answers to yet, questions that Natalia wasn't allowed to answer until the time came. Alright you two, you know the drill. Aaron, you sit down and I'll go and get my kit She gave him a sweet, motherly smile, before standing up and turning to head for the closet to get her 'other' medical bag, the one which never left the house. He had pleased her, Drixel smiled at that. Even better she had promised a reward. This was sure to make the rest of the crew jealous, but they had only themselves to blame. They should work harder, they should simply be better. Of course you couldn't blame some of them....after all, many of them were from inferior species. That wasn't an excuse for some of their failures tough. Time was they could be executed for the simplest of mistakes, for simply displeasing Neema, but now wasn't the time for that. Members of their own species were too precious to kill now, they needed every last one of them to rebuild their society. They already had too few to have a viable gene pool amongst themselves, the last thing they needed was so few that their genetics would become too diluted by the humans. As for the others, with the rebellion still fresh in their minds it was prudent not to antagonise them too much, lest they get ideas. Of course Neema would cut them down should they try anything, but operating the entire ship with just the two of them would be a tremendous pain. I am glad you're pleased my lady Drixel bowed his head. Ah, an excellent idea, absorbing the information of this internet. It appears that significant amounts of new data are being added to it on a constant basis....perhaps eventually this planet will have the honour of being absorbed into the empire, their internet can become a part of the Collectives He looked back up slowly at the image of the city once again. Your assessment of the aroma is correct my lady, the humans have foolishly released many pollutants into their atmosphere. It appears they have made efforts to reduce it recently, fortunately the damage is repairable for the time being. I must say....to send the princess here, it was a stroke of pure brilliance by his majesty. None of the inferior rebels would ever think to look for the princess in a place like this, it's the perfect hiding place for her....perhaps too perfect if it seems even we cannot pinpoint her He chuckled lightly, then reached up a hand towards the screen, his fingers moving slightly, almost twitching, as if manipulating something in his mind. These cities have the most concentration of all the interferences. Primitive communication devices, signal waves, pollution....so so much. It is a wonder how the humans can function in so much chaos....they would truly be blessed to be brought into her highnesses glorious empire. Hm....I am attempting to focus the ships sensors onto the city to cut through their interference, but to find simply one among so many inferior beings.... He frowned. To think they are the salvation of our species.... He moved his fingers a little more. My lady, I have been able to narrow the area The image zoomed in. This appears to be a residential area of the city, the pollution is less here, though the communication signals are just as strong preventing us from getting a precise fix from this distance. However, were we to get much closer our presence may be noticed He waved a hand to bring up another screen, showing the various satellites in orbit of the Earth. Despite the primitive technology, the humans have wisely invested in methods to detect objects approaching their world. Unfortunately, we may have no choice but to go to the surface, beyond the interference