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

Aaron was a bit pathetic when it came to sports really. He had asthma, bad asthma, enough that he needed to carry an inhaler wherever he went, one of the reasons why his father never cared much for him. What use was a son who couldn't play sports after all? At least that was one thing the other boys never fucked with was his inhaler. They had done it once and Aaron had almost died, suffocating and clawing at his throat in a panic. It had frightened them so much that they never touched his inhaler again because that one time the police had appeared, the ambulance had taken Aaron away and they'd had to do CPR on him to keep him breathing long rnough to get him help. No one wanted to be the guys who killed the nerd after all, they just wanted him to back off so Cleo would focus on someone else for once. They never realized that them beating the shit out of him was the reason she wouldn't even look at them. He had to admit, she was perfect in every way, he was lucky to be such good friends with her. If it wasn't for her, and her mom, he'd likely have starved to death or something. There was never food in his house because his parents where tight wads. Why buy food for him if they weren't going to be home? Like right now, they where off in Japan and had been for a month, so he'd already eaten everything that was left and there was no one to buy food for him like a nanny or a maid because his parents refused to hire one. And they sure as hell weren't going to give him any money, he hadn't 'earned' it after all. Bastards. More often then not, he actually stayed in Cleo's spare bedroom because he didn't want to go to the cold, dark, empty manor he was supposed to live in. he managed to smile at her and sat up, carefully, slowly. hey. he grimaced when she started fussing. hey now, come on. It wasn't your fault and you know it. he scoffed. even if you hadn't been late they would have waited for me to be alone a different day and beaten me up twice as hard for it. he pointed out, wincing when she dabbed at his bruised and battered face. they didn't beat me up so hard I needed my inhaler this time and nothings broken, well my nose might be but your ma can fix that right up. he promised with a smile, shaking his head. course we are. Once i'm eighteen they can't legally keep me away from MY share of the money any more. Aaron's biological Father was the one who had owned all the money that his mother and stepfather where controlling. Aaron's blood father had set aside about thirteen thousand dollars for Aaron that his mother couldn't touch. Pissed her right off. Granted, if SHE couldn't touch it, she had decided he couldn't either, so long as he was considered a 'child' he couldn't touch that money without her permission, though she couldn't touch it at all since he refused to pull money out and hand it to her. Once he was eighteen she couldn't deny him that money any more and he would be gone, him, Cleo and Cleo's mom would be off, who knew where, he would let Cleo make those plans. help me up, we'll go to your house and get me cleaned up. he promised. Sometimes Neema did wish she could just start killing people again, the stupidity of some of the beings on board was enough to make her scales rattle. And when her scales rattled that's usually when beings started loosing body parts, or worse, their tongues. If they made her happy again, she usually let them grow their missing bits back. Usually. Drixel was about the only being on board that could actually be trusted to complete a task without messing it up or dallying about. He was smart, he was focused, he was due for a damn raise that's what he was! The reason why she'd called him was because she was more worried that someone else was interfering with his work than anything else. With the Intelligence of the idiots on-board it wouldn't surprise her one bit that they where bothering Drixel with some idiotic problem or another that could, would, and should be handled by someone else. Granted, she never told HIM any of this, even if he was the best he was still barely tolerated. Neema was standing in front of a massive viewing window. From outside it was just blank gray nothing, but from the inside it was like there was nothing there at all. Just empty space as far as the eye could see, so thin and clear it couldn't be glass. She looked at him, rather annoyed at the moment before lifting an eyebrow at him. This was an unexpected explanation. She had expected him to come in with excuses about the food generator or the engine core, not... how much junk there was. internet? she asked, the word foreign but the explanation similar to what they where used to. They had a much more advanced form of internet known as the Collectives. The Collectives housed everything, literally. The Collectives where what was used to teach their children and was used to find someone suitable for a job. It was used to interview people, It was used to track criminals. The Collectives was literally every single piece of information they had on everything. It also did everything else. It turned on lights when people entered rooms and turned them off when they left. It kept the water for bathing at proper temperatures and coded the food replicators to make whatever a being wanted. The Collectives was the single most massive intelligent hive like mind in the universe. Only the Collectives chose who to actually communicate with however. Usually only the High King or a Queen or two. Collectives. Make sure to absorb all information from this, Internet. Neema suggested. feel free to strain out anything that seams unimportant. This Internet may help us later in handling our young High Queen and making her more comfortable in her realms. Neema decided. Plus, it was very good information to have, particularly on their biology, sexuality and breeding habits. With as virile as humans where, and as genetically flexible as they where, they where the perfect option for rebuilding their species. so this broadcasting is basically covering up her signatures. Neema mused before focusing on the City. yes. Very quaint. she muttered, wrinkling her nose. i bet it stinks down there. she admitted. see if you cannot narrow the search down a little more. I would hate to have to send someone down there to look. The bumbling morons on this ship would quickly make a huge mess of things. she grumbled, reaching out and touching the picture of the City, her head tilted. so. We are much closer anyway. she admitted, a pleased smile curling her lips. you have pleased me, Drixel. she admitted. remind me that you are due for a reward later. she decided. Though with Neema one was never sure what kind of reward you where going to get. They where always nice, especially when she admitted she was pleased with you. be prepared to go down if you cannot narrow down her location. We cannot trust the others not to make a mess of things. You and I will go down ourselves.