It seemed like days since she had last seen the sky. Living down in the vast network of sewer tunnels, she longed to see the red sky and yellow sun of her home. T'rakus...the world she had known since she was born, seemed so far away; far more in her heart then in the true distance.
She brushed a loose hair from the crest of red hair over her green skin, looking around with glowing luminescent eyes at the cold steel and grungy masonry that she had grown so accustomed these past few months. The sickening green water that poured from the various pipes gushed the fresh fragrance of methane, a vapor noxious to all but her people.
She was Ky'r'ri, a proud race that lived in peace. They were not a warrior race or sought war, yet it seems that war came regardless. The Rikti had bombarded her planet from far above the skies of T'rakus, like cowards. She was abducted by the Rikti, imprisioned and forced to watch her world become a desolate wasteland. Why she was spared, she would never know: perhaps the Rikti wanted a member of the Royal house of the Ky'r'ri to amuse themselves with, or to show other races the price of their stiffnecked resistance to the Rikti's rule. Whatever the reason, she became the prisoner of a race that wiped out her homeworld in a matter of hours, and left her to brood in misery.
Who would have thought that only a few months the Rikti invading force would reemerge in a new system, a blue green water planet that the Rikti seemed quite eager to acquire. A planet known as Gaia, or Earth.
She watched as the ship she was in entered the planet's atmosphere, focusing its attentions on a particular city. Then the unthinkable happened.
Something hit the ship...hard.
With her personal force field on, she took the hammering attacks of the ship in stride, feeling both fearful and excited at the same time. Something was attacking the Rikti..and they were winning. She looked out the window, watching to see what ship these Gaians had that could tear into a battle ship and render it helpless.
It was not a ship at all, but several beings, flying as if they commanded the wind itself to carry them. They struck at the ship and the drones that came from it as if they were V'thra wheat. Some of them hurled lighting from their hands while others blew bitter cold and fiery heat upon the Rikti attack ships.
She wanted to cheer, but her fear took hold of her as she felt the mothership groan with twisted metal and crunching bulkheads. Soon she felt inertia pull her off the floor...the ship was falling...plummeting to the planet below. Her hearts beated wildly inside her, using every ounce of will to keep her energy shield at its fullest. She prayed to her God, T'raka...if it is his will that she may die, let her die quick...if it is his will to let her live...let her live and fight the Rikti another day.
An explosion. Thunder. Her ears covered in her hands as the roar of the ship deafened around her. She could hold onto consciousness no longer...blackness surrounded her...
...
T'raka only knows how she managed to surive the twisted wreckage of the mothership's crash. Her field had shut off the moment she lost consciousness, and only the hand of T'raka could have possibly spared her a painful demise. She emerged from the wreckage, only to gasp painfully...the air was not methane! She struggled back into the cabin, pulling the portable breather she had been given. The breather would help extract the proper chemicals that she needed to breath to survive. She blinked as she stared up at the sky, wondering what color it was...Blue? And the sun...a familiar yellow.
She scrambled from the wreckage, looking around at what looked like part of the Gaian city, giant stone and metal buildings hewn in half like timber, Smoke and fires burned hotly around, while the sound of death was all around.
Scavanging what she could from the ship, she found her way in secret, hiding where she could to avoid anyone seeing her. She did not know if the Gaians would think she was a Rikti, and she was not prepared to face against anything that could rip a Rikti battle ship with its bare hands.
She found her way into the sewers, smelling the familar acid scent of methane. Although it was dingy and filthy, the atmosphere here was far more breathable then up there. Here she would make a new home. With what rations she could take, she huddled into an old unused pipe, and cried herself to sleep.
That was months ago, and she had explored the underground tunnels all that time, dodging the denizens of the sewers to avoid a confrontation. It was clear to her by seeing the freakish monsters that dwelled under their cities how the Gaians were so strong. Still, she knew she could not stay underground forever; the dwellers here were growing more agitated and seemed to know that she was there somewhere...it was only a matter of time before they found her...and T'raka only knows what they would have done to her.
She looked up at the rusted iron grate of the exit, the thick scent of filth and methane both assaulting and energizing her at the same time. It had to be done...sooner or later, she must confront the Gaians. She must try to reason with them, beg for sanctuary, even if she must be enslaved again. All this, for a chance at revenge.
And what about her status? She was a princess, a member of the Royal Family that all Ky'r'ri respected and admired. What would that say to the humans above? She concluded it would be best to forget ever being royalty for now...she was in no position to play politics with Titans such as these.
Finally, with her hands trembling, her long green fingers reached out, to open the grate, and step out into the world of the Gaians...T'raka watch over her...
It seemed like days since she had last seen the sky. Living down in the vast network of sewer tunnels, she longed to see the red sky and yellow sun of her home. T'rakus...the world she had known since she was born, seemed so far away; far more in her heart then in the true distance.
She brushed a loose hair from the crest of red hair over her green skin, looking around with glowing luminescent eyes at the cold steel and grungy masonry that she had grown so accustomed these past few months. The sickening green water that poured from the various pipes gushed the fresh fragrance of methane, a vapor noxious to all but her people.
She was Ky'r'ri, a proud race that lived in peace. They were not a warrior race or sought war, yet it seems that war came regardless. The Rikti had bombarded her planet from far above the skies of T'rakus, like cowards. She was abducted by the Rikti, imprisioned and forced to watch her world become a desolate wasteland. Why she was spared, she would never know: perhaps the Rikti wanted a member of the Royal house of the Ky'r'ri to amuse themselves with, or to show other races the price of their stiffnecked resistance to the Rikti's rule. Whatever the reason, she became the prisoner of a race that wiped out her homeworld in a matter of hours, and left her to brood in misery.
Who would have thought that only a few months the Rikti invading force would reemerge in a new system, a blue green water planet that the Rikti seemed quite eager to acquire. A planet known as Gaia, or Earth.
She watched as the ship she was in entered the planet's atmosphere, focusing its attentions on a particular city. Then the unthinkable happened.
Something hit the ship...hard.
With her personal force field on, she took the hammering attacks of the ship in stride, feeling both fearful and excited at the same time. Something was attacking the Rikti..and they were winning. She looked out the window, watching to see what ship these Gaians had that could tear into a battle ship and render it helpless.
It was not a ship at all, but several beings, flying as if they commanded the wind itself to carry them. They struck at the ship and the drones that came from it as if they were V'thra wheat. Some of them hurled lighting from their hands while others blew bitter cold and fiery heat upon the Rikti attack ships.
She wanted to cheer, but her fear took hold of her as she felt the mothership groan with twisted metal and crunching bulkheads. Soon she felt inertia pull her off the floor...the ship was falling...plummeting to the planet below. Her hearts beated wildly inside her, using every ounce of will to keep her energy shield at its fullest. She prayed to her God, T'raka...if it is his will that she may die, let her die quick...if it is his will to let her live...let her live and fight the Rikti another day.
An explosion. Thunder. Her ears covered in her hands as the roar of the ship deafened around her. She could hold onto consciousness no longer...blackness surrounded her...
...
T'raka only knows how she managed to surive the twisted wreckage of the mothership's crash. Her field had shut off the moment she lost consciousness, and only the hand of T'raka could have possibly spared her a painful demise. She emerged from the wreckage, only to gasp painfully...the air was not methane! She struggled back into the cabin, pulling the portable breather she had been given. The breather would help extract the proper chemicals that she needed to breath to survive. She blinked as she stared up at the sky, wondering what color it was...Blue? And the sun...a familiar yellow.
She scrambled from the wreckage, looking around at what looked like part of the Gaian city, giant stone and metal buildings hewn in half like timber, Smoke and fires burned hotly around, while the sound of death was all around.
Scavanging what she could from the ship, she found her way in secret, hiding where she could to avoid anyone seeing her. She did not know if the Gaians would think she was a Rikti, and she was not prepared to face against anything that could rip a Rikti battle ship with its bare hands.
She found her way into the sewers, smelling the familar acid scent of methane. Although it was dingy and filthy, the atmosphere here was far more breathable then up there. Here she would make a new home. With what rations she could take, she huddled into an old unused pipe, and cried herself to sleep.
That was months ago, and she had explored the underground tunnels all that time, dodging the denizens of the sewers to avoid a confrontation. It was clear to her by seeing the freakish monsters that dwelled under their cities how the Gaians were so strong. Still, she knew she could not stay underground forever; the dwellers here were growing more agitated and seemed to know that she was there somewhere...it was only a matter of time before they found her...and T'raka only knows what they would have done to her.
She looked up at the rusted iron grate of the exit, the thick scent of filth and methane both assaulting and energizing her at the same time. It had to be done...sooner or later, she must confront the Gaians. She must try to reason with them, beg for sanctuary, even if she must be enslaved again. All this, for a chance at revenge.
And what about her status? She was a princess, a member of the Royal Family that all Ky'r'ri respected and admired. What would that say to the humans above? She concluded it would be best to forget ever being royalty for now...she was in no position to play politics with Titans such as these.
Finally, with her hands trembling, her long green fingers reached out, to open the grate, and step out into the world of the Gaians...T'raka watch over her...
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