Photons of the Abyss: Journey through the Dark Worlds RP

[Raphiella Blu Azure]

Photons of the Abyss: Journey through the Dark Worlds RP

Original Story By: The Sapphire God of Oblivion

Directed by: Melvin the King of Oblivion

Leaders by: Axel the FireDancer and Siax the Frigid

For many years, the great Leaders had prospered. Everything from their ships, to their people, to their planets, and their universes... was in almost perfect condition. They had the most lush grasses, the purest of waters, and the cleanliest of airs. Everything was how they thought that it should have been, and after a great many eons of passing, things had finally begun to change....

But... not for the better...

Not so long before~

Red lights flashed as the Leader ships began to spin out of control. Their axis was off, and many of their wings were blown away; a result of the Rebels, attacking them while they were ill-prepared. Smoldering ships plunged deep into black holes, being sucked in and destroyed completely, never to be found again. Others broke apart, or impoloded, raining down in parts on the many planets below. Leaders frantically struggled to grab their paperwork, filled with important memos and labels of what kinds of beings lay waste to their men out there. The many solar systems banning together to wage war with these once all-powerful fiends had begun, but it would not be a long war.

Leaders jumped from their ships, evacuating and getting into their escape pods that would send them through rifts after rift, to get them back to their Home Base. Home Base was a series of planets connected to one another, a massive space station left hanging in the air, where the Great Leaders sat, watching things unfold. They were equal to Gods, if not greater than even them. They watched as their men began to return to them, sending them as much intel as they could, about what had gone wrong. Angered the Gods smashed buttons upon their grasp, and bays began to open wide miles beneath them.

Massive flying mechs, beasts, with organs, and machine covering, prepared to launch themselves towards the direction of the wars.


Of the machine beasts.... was Project R.A. - which meant "Racing Airship". Project RA, was a prototype, a rare series of mech and living machine, that was comprised at the hands of the Great Leaders. This living entity covered in mountains of gear and armor, loaded with rockets and self-defense weapons... was designed to outrun even the fastest of Leader Ships. It was armed and dangerous always, and had a control center to keep the beast well-tamed. RA was known for being partially unstable at times, as the Leaders lacked the "key" to its mainframe. They would find it, eventually. But for now, controlling it was all they had hope for.

With RA and several other living mechs at their disposal... the Leaders waged open warfare on the Rebels, from thousands of planets away. Fearlessly they flew into combat, destroying anything and everything in their paths - even other planets. The Rebels fought long and hard, as the Leaders were out-manned and un-creative with their harsh tactics. But, unfortunately, this is not a story of where good prevails over evil. No, no.... this is a story of true evil, true suffering... and real pain...

"All in Due Time..."

The Present~

A time had passed since the war. Things were at and all-time low for the Leaders, so they had to come up with something great - something grand... something... truly magnificent. And here, they had come up with something so damned perfect, that it would have to work....

The Facility.

Just what was it? Well, I'm about to tell you. Imagine a giant floating space ship, the size of half a fucking planet itself. Okay, well maybe not that big, try the size of the largest human ship that you can picture, and then double that size. How's that? Okay, good. Imagine it moving slowly through the stars, nothing but blackness around it, as the universe slowly lets it pass on through. Imagine tons of tiny ships, causally flying around it, alongside it, and beneath it. Imagine some thick silver plating, protecting the massive beast of a ship, that isn't alive, it's just a massive floating control center of sorts. Okay so we got that all out of the way. Now details. Think of going inside that ship, and seeing nothing but rows of floors. At least six floors each, every single INCH of that entire ship inside - is painted one color: white.

In fact, the Leaders dress in white, and the members inside the rooms (just wait I'm getting there dangit!), are also wearing all white. More of a powder blue-white though. Again, getting there. So the Leaders have single black stripes from each shoulder, down their arm, down the side of their ribs, and down their pant legs, on either side. Just black lines over their white outfits. That's how you can tell the Leaders - from the captives.

Oh my bad, let me get you some more intel.

Captives. Where the fuck did they come from? Well I don't know exactly, that's kind of what you're all here to tell us. See, the Leaders had a really grand idea. An idea that would replenish their planets. Because they were so damaged in the war, which they of course won, at the cost of a lot - but they won and that's what counts. They'd been trying to fix everything for years now, and well, they had just the thing to do it.

The Leaders departed and split up for years. Moving from Solar System, to Solar System, in search of the strongest, and the smartest of beings. Their objective? Was simple.

Capture these powerful beings, lock them up, breed them, and use them to replenish their own planets. So basically slave them out, and use them for whatever they felt was needed. Sounds pretty awesome...doesn't it? Don't even try fighting them, don't even try escaping. We've all tried that. Doesn't get you anywhere. You're better off letting go of whatever life you had, whatever love you had... whatever friends and family you had back home. Because they're never going to see you again. And that's if the Leaders were nice enough to not blow that planet up after they collected you. So just forget it.

Anyways, so tell us about yourself eh? We'd really like to hear about what happened to you, and how you got here to the Facility. Feel free to tell us what sick things the Leaders did to you, and those you were so lucky enough to come here with, that is, if you came here with someone. Tell us how much you hate those fuckers, and tell us everything about where you came from, and what you did while you were there. Were you part of the Rebels from long ago? Former Leader gone wrong? Or were you just a little kid that got snatched because you looked cute?

Give us all the intel. All of it. Because we're going to use it on you later.

Promise.

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

Melvin sat up, and rubbed his eyes hard. Dizzily, he attempted to look around, a strong blur around either side of his vision. Blinking once or twice, he groaned, and attempted to sit up, nothing but white all in plain view of him. Where the fuck was he? And why the hell was his head hurting so goddamned much?

The male sat up on what appeared to be a strange mix from a hospital bed, to a table. Or something, he didn't know. He felt like he'd just done some really hard drugs, or sucked his -

"What the.....?!" Confusedly Melvin reached down, and grabbed his black tail. It was slimy to the touch, and covered in a strange clear, and very sticky substance. It was almost like they'd dunked it in a mass of petroleum jelly, and slathered it on tight to his scales. And what was even stranger, were the binds around him.

A thick white and silver, mental clamp was down on the middle of the King's tail. The tail's fin seemed to be thickly slathered with all that gooey shit, stuck to his tail annoyingly. Melvin attempted to breath out, and flare out the fin, but for some reason the sensation coming from the goo, which felt like hot-ice, was making him unable to move the fin. Paralysis was it? The King of his planet, didn't know. He had no idea where he was, or who had put him there. Only - that he needed to get the flying FUCK, out of there.

Looking around dizzily, he realized his tail wasn't the only thing with massive clasps over it. Both of his legs, which ended in massive black clawed feet, and his wrists, were also locked down, only with thick chains that were heavy to move - as room to sit up.

"Okay, where the hell am I? What happened....?" He wondered aloud, reaching up and holding one side of his head. The right side, which was - stitched up? "What the fuck?!" The King snarled at the sudden amount of searing pain that he felt, and tossed his head back into a raging howl.

Almost immediately, some strange alarm went off, causing the blue-haired male with the glowing blue eyes, to turn his head right, then left - to see a large IV stand. It was connected to a strange box-machine, with tons of cords coming off of it, that Mel failed to notice, connected with his arms, and his chest. What were these strange contraptions? Where he came from, there were none of these things... What were they doing? And why was the strange sound making that beeping noise? Why were these markings (numbers) going up higher and higher, and making it beep louder and louder?

Well that was simple. Melvin, was having his first serious anxiety attack.

The Leaders would be in any moment to check on that asshole. With tons of sedatives no less.

[Salvation Arclight]

A male wandered out of his lair, to see just what the fuck was going on. Loud booms and breaking glass, shattering buildings, and obnoxious screams - were heard everywhere. What the hell was going on? Were they under attack? Perhaps they were, but for now, he simply stood on the balcony that peered out into his Kingdom, atop his Castle. It was a moment or so after, that everything seemed to go completely silent.

"Sir, I think we should get out of here. We're under the direct threat of War." A guard approached the man, who was standing there with navy hair to his ankles. He swallowed and bowed his head, knowing that the singular Long-Winged Angel, could crush him with just one hand, and possibly one finger. Salvation was the most powerful being on Lunesta, with the twin brother of his, coming in a close second.

"Do I look afraid to you?!" Salvation snapped, turning around and flashing his powerful red eyes at the other male, who backed off in fear, his silvery armor clanking in fear as he had.

Petrified, the man got down on one knee to his King. "Absolutely not Sire, but what will you have us do?"

"Gather every man, women and child, and get them weapons. I want our Kingdom armed to the fucking TEETH! DO YOU HEAR ME? And fetch me my brother-!"

A second later another man came running up to them both, and crashed into one of the statues standing to the left of the Mighty Angelic King. He got to his feet, dusted off, and properly bowed and saluted their Majesty, panting and sweating profusely. "Sir! We are under mass attack! The entire front wall has been taken down by ships armed with rockets and - and they're alive! Also, I thought you should know... your brother has been taken... I am so sorry your Excellency...-"

"HE WHATTTTTTTTT?!!!!!?" Salvation's eyes had never shined so deep in red. He, being 7 feet tall to the men's 6 feet, reached down and grabbed the male who had been only but a messenger. He picked the man up by his throat screaming and baring his fangs at the other, squeezing his neck until it finally just snapped in his furious grasp. The other man backed away, shocked that his comrade was now dead. "DO WHAT I FUCKING TOLD YOU! NOW!" Salvation hissed, the man not even batting an eye, just fleeting immediately upon order.

The Wretched Angel watched more ships fly into their airspace. He narrowed his eyes, and stood there as though nothing was happening, inside, his heart ready to explode with power and rage no being had ever felt before. He made a strong fist, and stood there - watching the sun set on his Kingdom, as they waged war with the intruders.

When the sun had finally gone down, and when the Leaders had reached Salvation's Castle, he only stood there - completely fearless, while his entire Kingdom smoldered and drove itself into the ground.

"Get on with it Angel, you're coming with us." One of the Leaders said, a ship hovering just before the balcony where armed soldiers now stood.

"What do you take me for you spineless inferior? I wasn't planning in leaving without a fight." The Angel cracked his fists, then reached behind him and between his wings, where a golden long-lance sat. He ripped it from the back bracer, it sliding out with ease.

A moment passed, but it felt like forever as if it were in slow motion. In one swift notion, the Angel twirled the lance in his right hand, spinning and causing his godly robes to fly out in all directions. His crown seemed to glow with perfection as he moved solemnly with his eyes closed, opening them at the last second, to see that his lance had gone perfectly through the armor of the soldier who had approached him first. Raising his glare, he looked upon the 20 others, and put his lance in front of him, twirling it back and fourth between both hands, it ending in his right hand, his left outwards, with the gesture that said "bring it fuckers". They stood up and prepared themselves for a real fight, armed and ready to open fire.

But this Angel moved like a God, and hitting him would hardly do shit to him in his world.

From a planet away - one was able to see a massive explosion - that had began with Salvation's Castle. The raw power that was flung from the Castle, slammed into the Leader ship, even making that explode. Everyone for miles was incinerated instantly. With a single smirk, the Angel wavered the lance, standing in the air now. Such a powerful Angel - the Leaders just had to have him. And they would. Because moments later, that same Angel, was surrounded. With no less than ten Leader Airships.

[Chris Rupel Arclight]

The last thing the Lesser Twin Angel remembered was being on his Home Planet in Lunesta. But where was he now? Confusion set in a second after he woke up, and panic caused tears to come to his eyes.

Christopher wasn't aware of how much time had passed, but he'd been there for days now. Sobbing quietly as people came in and checked on the large-winged Angelic, he hid his face beneath his long silvery hair, hoping the people would go away. The last thing that he had remembered was being taken by several troops of some kind, that he had never seen before. He remembered screaming for the first time in ages, his voice having scared everyone in his Kingdom around, that knew him to be a complete mute. All he had shouted for was one being, a name that caused everyone to bow their heads immediately. It was his brother's. The King of Lunesta, the most powerful being known to anyone there, and around there.

But Chris was nowhere's near Salvation now. Nope, he was rather far from him actually.

Well, at least, that's what he believed for now. And as the people continued to touch his chest, check his pulse, and tighten his restraints, the boy began to wonder, if he'd ever see his beloved brother again. For he was all the boy had - and he loved him more than anyone could have. Truth be told, the entire Kingdom hated their King. They tolerated him because Chris took them in and did whatever he could to protect them all from his brother who was a tyrant in his own fucking manner of being. Their King had a "way" of getting people to do things without question, which was "do it or death come to you" basically.

But Chris was kind, and sweet, and he loved everyone all the same. But he loved his brother more, which was a sin on any other planet but their own. His brother had done some terrifying things to him since they were born into their region, and Chris had changed his heart over to love, a shield to defend himself from the horrors Salvation had subjected him to. Eventually, it really was love. And he'd do anything for Sal twice as such, because he really did believe it after a time. No one knew if Sal loved Chris back, but in the boy's heart, he knew, that his brother loved him. He had to... right?

"W-Where ...am ...I?" Chris asked, in a language that made no sense to the Leaders. One of them was female, the deck Nurse on the floor.

One of the Leaders shoved a needle into the Angel's arm, watching the tears stream down either side of his face as he did so.

"Is he going to be well?" The lady nurse asked.

The male shrugged. "Only time will tell. But these beings are supposedly more Ancient than some of us here. So he should pull through. Keep him drugged. I have another unruly beast in dock 706 that needs taming. Check on him if his vitals lower any further than this. Can't have the Masters upset about their little projects not working." The man said with a smirk.

"Yes sir. Also, I should have you notice something." The nurse lady walked around to the front of the table, where the Angel's legs were chained down and apart a bit. "He is well.. he's a special kind I think."

"What, how so?" The male pulled up a clipboard and began writing some things down.

"He... is also... a she." The nurse explained, lifting up the white blanket that was placed over the lower half of the creature.

The man clutched his clipboard and grinned. "Good, take him to the upper floor. And breed him. I'll let the bosses know that we have collected something that they've been searching for for a time now. This will be good for us, so don't screw this up. Make sure he's heavily sedated, but alive enough for testing."

The nurse smiled and dusted off her white gown. "My stars, now there's a good idea." She said, her elderly voice ringing thick in Chris's ears.

The boy blacked out immediately after that was said. The initial shock was too much for him.

[Axel x Siax]

Nero Skyline was a man of his word. He was also one of the working Big Bosses, of the current Facility where everyone was being held. A smart, educated, and seriously multi-lingual man, this glorious Leader was more than just someone to be admired or singled out.

He was an Elite Leader Scientist, responsible for building most of the Living Machines that the Leaders used to do their bidding. He was also exceptionally great, with merging and tearing apart different living beings, and making them more powerful - while controlling every movement of their CNS (Central Nervous System). And today, Mister Nero, was in the Observatory, checking on the newest members of the Facility. Two Ancient Kings, an Angelic, and a few others that were just making it In-House now.

Nero was a mastermind when it came to computers. The man could hack through almost any space station light years away. With a slight smirk, and the flip of his light-brown hair, the male typed away, ignoring the man standing behind him for a few minutes longer.

"Nero! Damnit will you listen to me man? I'm serious about this shit!" A man with a strange 5:00 and a wrench in one hand, and ball-cap in the other, sounded rather worried. Or wasted, one of the two. This man was the Machinist on Deck, and well, he made everything go badass always.

Nero sighed and turned around on his spinny chair. "Yes Grinch, how may I help you this time?" He sounded irritated, but really Nero was just tired as fuck.

"Finally a little attention! Yea-heah!" He shouted almost too excitedly. "Guess-the-fuck-what-brother?!" He shouted, the oil from his pants and shoes getting all over the white flooring. "I fuckin fixed it! I fuckin did it man!"

"You fixed what?" A tall red-haired man with a long black coat over his white suit called out. He was clearly gay as fuck, or at least the blue-haired guy hanging off of him (also in all-black) was. Their names were Axel "the Fire-Dancer", the red-head clearly... and then the other one was Siax the Frigid. And he was really trying to get some - even there with everyone watching.

"Who cares, let me ride you." Siax hissed, nuzzling Axel's throat playfully wagging his cat-like tail.

"Good-fucking-Godz can you two please get a room? I'm trying to make an announcement here!" The Grinch said with a harsh growl that wasn't really meant to be that harsh.

A moment later all was silent, because a random butterfly knife had flown past them, and was sunk into the wall just above where Nero had been working the Control Area. Nero rolled his eyes and sighed, as a hooded ice-haired man walked into the area, a scar on his face, that went from his right cheek down to the right side of his lower jaw.

"Sapphire, nice to see you here..." The Grinch snorted almost sarcastically.

"Tell me about your finds, my 'dear' brother...." Sapphire hissed. None of them were really brothers, they'd just been Leaders together for far too fucking long to matter anymore.

Nero turned to look upon Grinch who swallowed hard and then rightously smiled. "I got Project RA running again. I even found the Key. Also, I fucking have XYZ and STD in movement to clear out the other planets on the list. Taking in captives now." He grinned proudly, and Sapphire offered him a very slow and quiet clap of his hands. Siax hid behind Axel, hissing in Axel's ear. He never trusted Sapphire. The man was one with throwing blades. There was obviously something not right about him. Which was true, of course. But that intel would have to come later.

"Congratulations Grinch, I am personally, proud of you." Nero said, getting to his feet. "I'll let them know of your profound work. Please, continue to your rooms, and get yourselves some rest my brethren." He said softly. Immediately, everyone bowed their heads in respect and left single-file (aside from the two faggots who were arm-in-arm) out of the Observatory. Nero grinned and went back to his station. "At last...." He whispered, soon typing away.

Just what did they have in store for everyone now....?

[LY the Knife-Kid]

-Totally posted from the Original Desolation-

"I am that is." The little girl said to herself, as she licked blood from the tip of the chain she was carrying. "Now then. Let us see what you have." She laughed and dug through the pockets of the man that she just killed. Smiling, she found a nice pocket knife, some money, and a pin of sorts. "The Strays?" She wondered, it looked old or something. Some of the Strays/Rebels were often seen with these pins that were black and silver, so that they could identify each other. She wrapped the chain around her waist, and tucked the knife into her pocket, and went skipping off into the alley way. She stopped suddenly when she heard something. FUCK. She thought, hissing aloud almost. She backed up, and fell into the shadows, just to see a mech float past her, down the ally. It was rather strange looking, almost like a mini-jet or something. It looked fucking retarded, and what was even more retarded, was the machine driving it. She was right fucking there - and so easily missed. She rolled her eyes and then when it was out of view, slumped off through the ally.

Little Yami was not someone to fuck with. She had just hit her teen years, and had mastered every last fucking ability given and cursed upon her. The girl was mentally unstable, completely lost, delusional, and just downright fucking psychotic. It was a wonder that someone like her could even make it through a day without killing someone - oh wait.

Giggling and going through the shadows, the escape artist ran. Her bright red wings were covered in blood, but no one could fucking tell since her wings were actually that color anyhow.

"Hey! Who are you?!" Someone yelled. Little Yami whirled around to see a man pointing a gun at her. He was dressed in Government armor. It was one of the Leaders.

"Oh fuck me." The little girl groaned. She grinned and ripped the chain from her waist, holding it and snarling, little sharp teeth revealed. "Who am I? Well, you're worst fucking nightmare I would think." She replied, hissing as she spoke.

"Oh really? Coming from a little kid, you're pretty fucking brave scum." The guy said beneath his helmet. He clicked the trigger to the gun, and waved it towards her. "Come back to the facility, or I'll kill you right here, right now." He warned her.

The little girl smirked - but was looking down so he didn't see. "Oh... okay. I give up. Please don't shoot." She whimpered. "I'll go quietly."

"That's what I thought." He said, unlocking the weapon, and putting it back into his holster. The little girl watched him intently. He was clearly new, because you never let anyone that dangerous go unwatched without a gun to their head.

Out of fucking nowhere - the spear at the end of Little Yami's chain - went straight through the helmet and into the man's head.

"Fuck man, learn to just shoot and talk later. Oh wait. You're head. Whoops. Too bad I don't give enough of a fuck to have let you live out your mistake." The little girl said with a smirk and a laugh. "Such a pity. Let's see what you've got for me to play with."

The little deviant twisted and created by pure fucking evil, only to come out even more evil - ripped the chain from his face, and then tucked it back around her waist. Her little wings flew out in pride and agitation, but then folded gently at her back. She bent over and reached down to dig through the guy's armor. This time, she found a set of keys, a lighter, pack of smokes, and a picture. He had a family. Too damn bad that she didn't give a shit. He had a really cute little boy too. And a daughter that was about her age. She looked at them for a moment, the mother and father standing behind the children - everyone smiling like a happy little family.

Little Yami tore the photo to shreds, and walked away. She began to skip through the city, killing anyone and everyone that dared to get into her fucking way. The bitch was fucking ruthless and more than capable of taking on a small army.

[Nero ~Change of Heart~]

Nero sat patiently alone in her room.

This was her usual place now, her home, away from home. It was a bright white Hell hole, that no one was ever going to make it out of alive, unless be it the will of the blasted Leaders themselves. For right now, the girl sat there, her white hair following down her white-pale-blue gown, her long bushy white tail and ears shifting, as she sat there with an open journal. All she did was write. What more could she do really anymore anyhow.

Since Nero had been there, there had been nothing but strange tests and simulations ran on her. The girl's mind was strong, and she fought the Leaders even after they subjected her to numerous manners of being a Convert. Never did she wish to loose who she was. She wanted to stay as she were on her planet.... which she failed to even recall the name of. She only knew now, that it was a listed dead planet, that began with the letter "U" which in her language looked more like a "G" with 3 paw prints over it. How they conversed was different, everything from their style of writing to their cat-tongue words.

But Nero had lost all of that. The only thing she knew how to do now, was write out words in English, the adopted language of the Ancient Leaders themselves. But when she spoke however, it was a mesh of human and cat. After all she was a hybrid mix, why should she be any different than she looked? What was it that these Leaders needed her for? Maybe someday they'd fucking tell her - perhaps not. Nero didn't know how much time had passed her by in this shit-hole, but she was sure it was years, decades, eons... what have you. She had tried escaping too, but it earned her nothing more than savage beatings, and rapes - enough to breed her then lock her up in a cage for a few hours, then to toss her back into her white room.

Nero learned, much like everyone else had learned - that to volunteer and behave, was to survive. And that's just what she was doing right now.

The girl heard the door slide open, and got to her feet, which were covered in thick white fur. She sighed and set down her journal, as a White-Suit approached her, and scanned her with a UV piece of technology. When the light went from green to red it was a go, and she was able to follow the man, in chains, to wherever he was planning on taking her. And it was to the norm of course. First he took her to the treatment and testing room, to draw her blood and give her a series of shots. After that she was signed off and lead into another room, by the same man.

She signed and lowered her head, her ears atop it listening carefully of course. Not making a sound unless spoken to, she continued to follow him into another room. She knew this room, and she knew it well. Immediately the door closed behind them, and the guards that had been waiting on either side of the door, locked them inside, and then made their way. The male who escorted the cat girl into the room told her to get undressed, and to sit atop the bed that was in the center of the room. And as usual, as if on some strange schedule or something, the man scanned her again, this time, checking out her stomach. He looked at his screen proudly, and then told her that she was doing well.

Oh yeah, forgot to add that Nero was rather pregnant. She was large, and could feel the creature growing and moving inside her, but did her best to ignore it. The girl knew that this wasn't to be hers, and refused to care for the infant being inside. She waited for the male responsible for this to finish, then parted her legs as she sat there, awaiting his usual intrusion. And it did come of course. The male undid his pants and faced the cat hybrid sitting there, and pulled her closer, and told her to lay on her back. She did and he pushed her bushy tail to one side, then pushed up her legs as he forcefully entered her. The man was not kind about it either, and fucked her roughly until she hissed and scowled, harder and harder for several hours.

When the "Master" whom owned this cat hybrid was done with her, he pulled out of her and reached over and tossed her a towel so that she could clean up the blood that dripped down from inside her. She bled from both regions profusely, the man's sick habit of using strange technological things on her to make her climax harder and give into him pleasuring her strangely. She hated this man. But he had been using her for so long, that she just went dead to the whole thing and just stopped caring. After he cleaned her up and dressed her, he took her roughly by the neck, grabbing her hair and then forcefully kissing her. She spat at him and hissed, earning her another of his usual slaps across the face. Shoving her out the door, the two standing guards laughed, and then dragged her back to her room.

Nero would do not a thing, but go back to her room... and write some more. This was her life now. She had nothing left back home. It was a Dead Planet. It meant nothing lived and survived there. Nothing. So she just accepted her shit fate, and lived there with these beings that so disgusted her.

[The Azure Dox]

Project D.O.X - probably the biggest fail since the Leaders first put a metal brain in a human fucking skull. This asshole was so messed up, it was a wonder he even knew HOW to put his clothes on. Good thing he didn't ever use that ability though. Fuck no, after they finally "fixed" Doxy, the bastard had begun working in the laboratories. Totally naked - minus his white lab coat. The machine-human had learned just how to construct himself the perfect, large, most functional pe-

"DOXY! Just what are you doing?!" A sudden voice turned Doxy around, and well. Needless to say, the mech-being really gave a standing ovation to his boss.

"Aw shucks baby you caught me." Doxy said with a wink, moving from the table, and setting down some sharp tools. "I was just trying to make this man... a man again!" He said with a laugh.

"Doxy... what have you done?! That's not how that's supposed to look!!" The lady exclaimed in terror, checking out the man on the table - former Leader, shot like 7 times in the dick.

"Aw c'mon on ma'am, he' just unusually gifted. He'll be good to go in a week or two, using it like it was his own." Doxy said proudly, gesturing to the male on the table, with 1 busted penis, and one metal one. Just what the actual fuck was Doxy's major malfunction. No one would ever know.

"DOXXXXXXXY!!" The lady shouted - oh by the way, it was her husband he was operating on.

"Shhh calm the hell down, you haven't even tried it yet!!" Dox shouted proudly. He grabbed the metal shaft and showed off it's flexibility. He began stroking it, then squeezing it, the man out-cold on the table showing reactions but his blood pressure rising on the machines monitoring him.

"Doxy you stop this now! Or I will have you fired this instant!!" She hissed. "Let go of Robby's- you know, manly....uhm...metal..."

"-WIENER!!!!!!!!" Doxy shouted, cupping his hands over either side of his face.

The lady blacked out right there in the surgery room. Doxy's only reaction was a grin and then a sigh, then the closing of a door keeping them sealed inside. Robby's wife was pretty hot. He picked her up and placed her on the table, then gave her something that's rather like Roofies, and turned her on right there - and fucked her, right there.

A half-hour into it, Robby woke up. Whoops.

[Ryou Half-Wit Wolf]

He really didn't know how, but he honestly should have been used to it by this point in his life, but none the less he was still confused, as to just how he had ended up in chains again, and after only one week of being free....

Ryou, was laying on what he could only assume was a cold hard ground, on his stomach being constricted by chains and other things to keep him still. There was a stinging pain in his upper right arm, and a pain in his head and rest of his body. He kept his eyes shut, just staying quiet, thinking to himself, thinking about how this could of happened, and just to whom he was now slave too. He was the type, to escape and then taken back in again once found after a while, 2 months being the longest in between time, and two weeks being the shortest.
but it still confused him on how he had gotten caught so quickly and without any memory. He thought he had learned just about every tactic the bastards he lived around had! He had come up with ways to get around them and to escape their grasps as well! Even so, by law, he listened to whoever captured him after they brought him "home" every single time. It was just how his life was supposed to be really.

he sighed and thought he might as well look around his new cage and wait for his new master to come along. He began to open his eyes, which he hadn't realized were so heavy until now, though only to flinch and quickly squint with them, his multi-colored eyes stinging. It was so fucking bright! Once he finally opened them, he looked around, everything was white, and non of it looked like any of the places from the planet he came from "What the?.." he mumbled quietly, confusion showing in his red and blue eyes. The only thing that seemed not to be white, where the few darkened feathers (which felt rougher than the white ones that also lay around and where attached to his back) laying around him. he went to shake his head, wanting his hair to shield his eyes, although it was white as well. He went to stretch out his wings, they felt cramped and they hurt badly from being folded in such a position for who knows how long. Upon his attempt, he yelp bringing his fanged canines to bite down harshly on his lip, drawing blood. "The hell was that?!" he yelled in his own language, a shock of electricity just shot through the feather utilities on his back causing them to paralyze and tense right back up again. Of course he had pretty much no clue what the hell it could of been, because he didn't even know where he was. Not t mention he was chained up and sore beyond belief, which only led him to believe he had put up some sort of fight.

He didn't like this, he hated more than any other time he had become a slave. For one, he had no idea where he was, how he ended up there, why he was there or how it all even happened! It made his heart race and his mind as well. He bowed his head, trying to think...
He was in the woods, he knew that much. He also knew that he was looking for something, what he was looking for was more than likely a weapon or some shit, and then he just had to run... run from the people approaching him, run and jump into the air only to be shot down with something...a net..and then everything else was just a blank to him... fuck.
He started muttering to himself, panicked, coming up with some sort of escape plan, only to shake his head harshly, hissing at the headache that still took and starting over before he got a few thoughts into the plan before.

little did the small male know, was that he was being monitored, on screens, with other means,by the same people who had brought him to the white place. Little did he know that unacceptable behavior here was worse than when he was simply a slave for the beings back on his own planet...and that it was essential, that he listen and do as they say...

[Raphiella Blu Azure]

Raphiella Blu Azure, moved her feet as fast as she could.

Built like a machine, but made up of hybrid flesh, the girl booked it through the forest, as fast as she knew how. Much like the King of Zion Oblivion, she lived on this particular planet, and knew how to handle herself - well, most times. The girl had spent her time as a captive Queen behind the city walls, forced to stay with the King, who had forcefully taken her from their Kingdom, and locked her deep inside the Castle, where only he could reach her. But just as she always had, she'd located an escape root, so that she could get in and out of the Castle at will. For whatever reason she had fell in love with her King, and had always returned to him.

In doing so, the girl was able to forge a bond with the King, and his Kingdom. And they prospered for a long while. Until one day, the Leaders came to Zion, in search of their resources. Shockingly they made a deal with their King, and were left in peace. Minus the having to hand over their strongest men and women, once every few eons.

But the Leaders became greedier, and eventually captured their Tyrant King. In doing so this brought war to the surrounding Leader Ships, their Queen furious and more than prepared to turn the tides against them. But unfortunately for Zion, time was not on their side, and after a few days, the Kingdom was turned to ash. And, all who were left, much like this blue-haired creature now running through the forest - were to be enslaved and carted off to the hovering Facility where everyone else was placed.

Raphi could feel them behind her. Driving road trucks with wings, that would eventually float off into the skies, they began to gain on her - the heat of their machines at her back. She scaled a wall and then began to run alongside it, dodging bullets and flying nets, as she made her way through the burning Kingdom of Zion Oblivion. She hiked up her tail for balance, and allowed her bloody wings to flare out, them screaming in agony as they made their sickening cracks and slid open into place. Flying was a desperate and foolish idea, but she was exhausted from running, and knew she'd eventually be caught anyhow.

The girl came to the edge of the Kingdom, a large lcliff with water and rock just tumbling down several thousand feet to the grounding below. Panting the girl took one last look behind her, at the hovering airships that sped up towards her. Raphi's long blue hair seemed to blow slowly in the wind, lighting up, as she took  deep breath and readied herself for the fall. Her blue eyes shimmered brightly, blood dripping down from her forehead, down her nose and to her lips. She bared her fangs and snarled, then turned away and threw herself from the cliff edge.

Raphiella's wings flared out just before she reached the dead trees beneath her. She spiraled through the air, feeling bullets graze her wings, tail, and almost taking off one of her ears. Hissing and flapping as hard as she could, she darted through the trees, blowing by just over the trees, and then diving into the next forest, and gliding no higher than a few feet from the ground. She began to smile thinking she lost them - but then -

THWAT!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!" Raphiella howled and groaned, and then slammed directed into the ground. She began to roll out of control and collided with a hutch, taking it down completely, and ripping through it and a mess of trees. Her wings broken, she laid there, looking up and straining her vision, to see just what had ripped through her right wing.

There, located just to the left of the bone that connected her wing to her back, was a massive silver stake, that had a strange red piece at the top, that rotated, and flared out with four spikes. The red part seemed to pulse and vibrate, it transmitting a strange signal telling the Leaders where their catch had crash-landed. Raphi laid her head down on the ground and sighed for the last time that she would breathe on this planet, and passed out.

A ship landed a few clicks from her location, and a platoon of soldiers armed and dangerous, walked over to the hybrid girl, and threw clasps over her hands and feet. She was then wrapped up, and carried off to their ship, and taken away. Somewhere, where far from where she'd lived all her life. Somewhere way worse, than any place she'd ever been.

[Nessa]

Siren was relaxing, she had made base on a small island within the furthest reaches of the solar system. It had been so long since she had been there, and most whom past believed her to be insane, since the war she had gone into hiding and news had reached her of what was going on within the solar system, how powerful beings were being taken although no one knew what happend to them after that. So far none had seen her true form she felt safe enough that she wouldn't be captured, maybe pretending to be human wasn't so bad after all.

It was getting late and she made her way back to her tent curling up underneath the soft furs of large beasts which wandered what she called her own realm. However that was the night in which they came. During her sleep her true form appeared and those goddamn captures came and took her in her sleep.

When she awoke she was lying on cold metal, her instant reaction was to shift off it but she found she was bound. "What are you doing with me let me go right now?" she said to the man as he walked into the room. She still hadn't worked out what had happend.

The doctor looked at her "Your going to make a fine breeding whore." he said as he checked her over it was then that she realised she was completely and utterly naked and still bound eagle spread to the table.  The doctors hands explored her form, kneeding and pressing and poking at places, trying to get a reaction out of the beautiful angel in his capture although she was still in human form for the time being.

Siren would growl as she felt the doctors hands upon her, "keep your dirty paws to yourself." she hissed as her metal from started to show, her wings sprouting from her shoulders and spreading out beneath her as she arched her back to give them more room. The man's eyes were priceless as he watched her transform before his very eyes. "Amazing" he said as Siren glared at him, before long her whole form was covered in metal and she broke free of the table. Standing at her full hight she heard alarms going off around her as she looked at the vast white light, it almost reminded her of her original home, once many many years ago now.

The doctor looked at the angel, "Astounding it would seem you are more powerful then we originally thought." " he said to the now very pissed off angelic. "You have no idea old man, I am one of the originals." she uttered her eyes looking at him with such anger and feirceness, she was the neutral angel, the one and only of her kind and she was pissed off at being taken and captured and placed in this god forsaken white place. She stalked across to the doctor and picked him up by his throat throwing him across the room and through the window, as she turned and left, walking straight down the hallways determined to get out of where ever she was.

As she walked down the hall she heard the sound of boots and turned, her form still its strongest as she felt an electircal current run through her, causing her to hit the ground on her knees, it wasn't enough to knock the rather strong angelic out, rather it was enough to make her fall, soon she was cuffed and had an electric collar fitted around her throat to help control her and was taken away,"She will be an excelent breeder, just make sure you keep her under control and have her supervised at all times." one of the guards said, before she was dragged off.

Placed in a small room and given a small uniform Siren now began to plot on how she could possibly escape the ship and also escape the fact that she was going to be used as a breeding slave to repopulate whatever planet they needed to. Although she still had a few more tricks up her sleeve, she was cunning and knew how to handle herself.

[RA]

Ima Ankh, loosely translated into the "life that gives". The language spoken here was a dead language, a language spoken only on this planet. A language not learned or placed anywhere else. This was an ancient language that had grew and expanded onto nothing but there.

The planet was never visited by others, it was seen as a planet that was less developed than everything else. No towering structures, no buildings of metal or ore, no electronics, no electricity. It was like it was stuck in an archaic time, a time that had no cars or quick moving machines, only horses and donkeys, or this planets version of them. Deserts covered all that the eye could see and water was scarce, too far past the deserts to be reached, they had dug far enough into the planets crust to gain what water they needed to survive and had, over the eons, evolved and adapted to need as little water necessary to just survive. They developed foods and other beverages to replenish hydration and energy.

The people here were more than capable of anything despite their lack of technology. They were brilliant creatures, able to fight and fend themselves and had the best of the best when it came to medicines. That was, in fact, what the planet was known for, their medicinal practices. Mixed with magic and science, there was nothing that inflicted any creature that they couldn't heal, well almost anything. There was a specific infection impossible to heal from, but that issue lay many many universes away and was no issue to the creatures that inhabited this planet.

The creatures of this planet where from many different races, mostly those of some sort of reptilian nature, as due to evolution but they turned their heads from no one that sought out refuge there. This place, Ima Ankh was the most peaceful planet in any of the known solar systems, laying so far on the outer edge of the known universes, it was basically untouched.

Pyramids covered the capital of the only habitable continent, everything else covered in a desert so hot it would incinerate you within minutes. This continent was the only one with a place far enough below sea level that it wouldn't be scorched by the radiating sun glaring down upon the planet. This was also thanks to the Queen and God of this planet.

She was a grand creature. A women full of heart and compassion. A women with long red and so very bright vibrant hair, that seemed to just glow as did her whole person. She was no ordinary creature of this planet. No. It was said she created the planet and accepted all walks of life if they sought out peace or to simply hide. She created the kingdom that exists, protected all that wanted to harm, and it was said her power was so great she held a protective barrier over the entire planet that kept all that wanted harm away, that the planet itself remain invisible to everyone she didn't want to see it. All of this was just rumors and gossip passed down through the many many generations that passed through. All that was known was that she was an ancient creature, no one knew where she came from or who she truly was, or how old she was. Only that she was there since the beginning and will always be there as long as the kingdom stands.

She, is the God RA, a powerful being hidden in the guise of a female. And little did she know, sitting in the comfort of the palace, that the eons upon eons of peace she had held on this planet was about to be broken.

[Some Slag]

The small SpiritWalker planet of Banteth had a nasty habit of fucking itself over, so when the attacks came, it really wasn't much of a surprise. The SpiritWalkers did as they always did, shifted into higher form and tried in vain to protect themselves.

Aerith sat upon her throne, listening to the crashing of buildings, and the screams of her people as they perished. Most rulers would do one of two things, fight, or run for cover. Most certainly, they would feel for their people, rue in the fact that their kingdom was to fall... Not Aerith. She sat upon her throne, ruing in the fact that she would have to actually do something. Losing a planet called for no more than saving a few of her chosen who lived in the palace with her, and herself. They were to find a new place to settle and repopulate the new kingdom. Nothing more, nothing less. By the slim chance that there were survivors, they were to find the escape pods under the palace, and evacuate to the new location, finding it, however was by pure chance.

The Princess sat upon her throne for what seemed forever, quietly listening to her kingdom fall, before she heard a loud crashing sound, and shortly after, the far wall of her thrown room went crashing down, and entered several men, appearing to be soldiers of sorts, dressed in all white with a simple black line.

"So," murmured the princess "You've come to kill me. Smart."

She stood with grace  and grabbed her favorite scythe, which was always kept to the right of her throne. The staff itself was shorter, but to compensate for that, the blade itself was longer and so sharp it could split a human hair down the middle. The entire scythe was encrusted with energy filled crystals, making it feel much lighter than it really was. Aerith could wield this weapon with skill and she had used these skills many, many times.

The fight would be a long one, one that Aerith excelled in, she was out numbered, but that never once stopped her. She fought with honor and courage, stopping only to think out her next complex set of moves.

Through it all, even with Aerith's skills, the men never dropped, and soon, the SpiritWalker was much too exhausted to do much more than give in and let the men carry her exhausted, broken body onto their ship.

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

Melvin opened his eyes, and woke up a second time. This time however, he was a bit more awake, and somehow, things were clear to his vision. With a low growl he sat up, and allowed his body to make a few needed changes.

The old King's ears, which appeared to look like the pointed version of a human's ears, suddenly grew outwards, and flared up along either side of his face. His long fangs became longer as his ears grew and started to turn back. Glowing blue eyes were seen coming to life as his breathing began to increase, his back warping and his spine making several sickening cracks, as massive bones shifted and appeared from nothing. Large black leathery wings to match his onyx-colored clawed-hands and feet appeared, as a loud howl boomed from his throat and smashed up against the glass and white walls all along the room.

Surrounding the King were dozens of strange men, shouting that they had found something  - each of them with their clipboards and white suits out in the open. Using his right claw the King shoved one of them into the few behind him, and arched his back, feeling his tail come to life once again, though still somewhat paralyzed with the strange sludge slathered all up and down it. With a powerful force he reached up and scratched at his face, feeling strange stitches start to itch and heal the wounds beneath them, all on their own. Everywhere men moved and gasped in awe, as the powerful beast of a man ripped himself from the table, and tore the shackles from his bedside. Unfortunately for the old Tyrant however, those clasps were dead-locked to chains, which were bolted to the table, down to the white floors. Moving forwards and shakily getting to his feet, the long-eared shadowy fiend growled and reached for the scientists and men now slowly backing up towards their many machines.

The King released another howl, so animal-like in nature it was almost impossible to tell if he were laced with something draconian or Lycan in DNA. His ears flared up and to the sides, picking up muffled sounds. Confusedly the men pointed and watched, as the King's vision started to truly take in targets.

"Shoot him, we can't have this one getting away - he's the Key." One of the men outside the room said, over a PA system of sorts.

"Are you mad!? Haha! This is fabulous! Amazing! After all these years-!"

"JUST DO IT!" The man shouted over the intercom.

"Fuck it." Another male reached down and grabbed a bag, something that was white in color and looked like a small rifle soon appearing from it.

Melvin turned and opened his mouth, his long tongue dripping a strange black toxin. The man with the plastic gun fired it at the King once, the kick slapping him in the face and causing him to almost go off-balance. Snarling, then growling as he ripped the dark from his throat, Melvin turned and dislodged his jaw, and then spewed a hot mess of blackness from his throat - onto the weapon, and the man holding it. He screamed in shock, surprise, and shortly after - in agony, as the viral ooze began to melt away his weapon - and his face.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" The dark being shouted, thrashing around and attempting to get out of his holds. He grabbed onto the chains and yanked them from the table, his tail coiling and un-coiling, and then slamming up against the table, and sending it flying into another room, which was empty - for now. Melvin then reached down to where the clasps met the grounding, pulling upwards and using the brute strength that he was built with. His vision began to haze over slightly, the tranquiler taking its effect.

"GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT! Secrity to Bridge, this is 09-1 calling in for back-up, we have a problem here." The man over the intercom was heard, a moment after several men were sent flying, via the King's wretched tail. He thrashed about madly, causing the room to fall apart in the wake of his rage.

Doors all over the Facility began to unlock, soldiers flocking out with loaded weapons, prepared for anything. They had mostly plastic tranq-darts for bullets, but the Officials that ranked higher, did carry live and real rounds as well. And for this particular fuck-head - they were going to need a lot of rounds. For when they finally busted into the room of a crazed, and very dizzy Sinner, their eyes fell upon several dead men, organs displayed out in the open, their bodies covered in black ooze, that ran thick, and burned hot to the touch. Melvin's large ears pointed directly upwards, his response to the new intruders. He coughed and shook his head, snarling and reaching for everyone gathered by the doorway. Enraged that he couldn't reach anyone he screamed like mad, those men open-firing on him almost immediately.

"Sir! Those wings, they're blocking us from hitting him!" One of the men shouted.

"Open-fire on his tail, those wings will come right open when he realizes how much these rounds hurt!" Another yelled.

Melvin snarled and turned to grab the table that had gone in pieces through the other room. He grabbed the large piece of metal that held the base together, and threw it at them, but it slammed into a wall and only got one guard, due to his pathetic vision. Angrily, the men fired, one of them being so brave as to jump around one of the massive computerized machines. He fired on the creature's tail, several bullets searing into the male's tail fin, and the spine. Melvin wailed in fury and pulled his weapon backwards, coiling it around him. His tail shook, and his wings did flare open, far enough to knock a few of those fuckers backwards. Three more darts landed right into his chest, but the King still stood, and jerked his tail up and down once - massive red spikes flaring to life.

"Good fucking Godz you have to be kidding me." One of the guards growled. "KEEP FIRING!"

Staggering around, Melvin ripped one of the chains from the grounding beneath him. Chunks of cement and tile came with it, but he was weaker now, and on the verge of blacking out again. Frustrated, he staggered forwards, determined to get out of the room. He noticed that he was still partially attached to some of the machines, which were beeping because his rage and blood pressure had gone up so damned high. But before he could get to the tubes that were attached, he strangely went numb, and as his clawed hand reached his chest - he just sort of.... slowly, collapsed. The man had stopped firing on him by now, watching him dizzily roll around. He began to shrink back down into his lesser of forms, the bands around his arms and legs too big now. He huffed and blinked several times, as if he were fighting the worse urge to sleep ever. Panting, and dripping with blackness from his injuries, the King's tail spikes retreated, and his wings just up and melted away, turning to ashes where he was lain out on the flooring.

The guards waited until one of the nurses came in to check the beast's pulse, and then demanded that he be taken away to another room for observation. Melvin would be strapped to a bed in a more humanoid-looking appearance now, watching as the lights of the ceiling came and went as he was rushed to some kind of observatory mixed with a strange infirmary. Due to the nature of his breathing however, he was sedated and given something through his IV, so that the Leaders were sure he'd survive the six bullet wounds that were in his tail, and one in his right leg. It was going to be a really, really fucking long night. For this creature at least.

[RA]

To say this planet had no form of electronics, wasn't necessarily true. Deep within the palace underground, lay a secret room, full of computers and scanners. This seemed necessary by the council set eons ago to watch and protect the skies from anything that got too close to the planet. To make sure it was peaceful, or not.

This room was a room known only to the God of the planet and the council, as well as the very few it took to run such devices. It was meant for nothing but surveillance. It was not for defense or offense, simply scan and observe, which seemed unnecessary considering they hadn't had a visitor to the planet in eons. But the council of five had deemed it necessary so the God of the planet did what was needed to supply that which was demanded.

For the moment, however the God of the planet sat upon her throne, though bored she held a smile upon her face watch those around the room bustle about their business. At the time, she had nothing more to do, just be there for her people in case any one needed anything, which was rare since the people had everything they needed and there was never a threat of violence or war of any kind.

The sun had just set and the God grew tired, letting out the smallest of yawns she was about to stand to return to her room when the door suddenly burst open and her council barged in, rushing to her and instantly bowing. She sat upright, a look of worry suddenly reached her face as she looked upon the eldest and head of the council member.

"Sekh, you seem frightful, what is it?" the God asked.

The graying man lifted his head and connected eyes with his God. Standing, her walked over to her and whispered in her ear, in a volume only she could hear, "My lady, our scanners have picked up something...unfriendly"

She turned her head to meet his eyes and looked him over, "Show me." They then, rushed to the secret room and approached the largest computer out of the small set they had, set in the middle of them all and observed the radar. "Do we know it's origin?"

"That's what we feared." a new image popped up on the screen and she held her breath. She knew the ship portrayed, she knew the danger it was going to bring to her kingdom, and to the entire planet.[/color]

"Do we know it's heading?" she asked looking to the elder who quickly diverted his glance. Standing upright she looked at the people in the room, then back to the elder. "Evacuate the city, bring them all to the temple underground, Make sure the exits are sealed, I want all my palace guard protecting every soul within them. Anyone who is not of this planet, is to be killed on contact, do I make myself clear?" she ordered and the council bowed and rushed away, aside from Sekh who remained at her side.

"My lady, i will not leave your side."

A small genuine smile appeared on her face. "As valiant as that is, I need you with the people. They are here for me and no one else. Do as I say, make haste. If I should not return, Sekh, you and your son are heirs."

"My lady--"

"Do as I say Sekh, I know you will do well. I will not risk my kingdom and its peace, or the lives within it, to these creatures. Now GO!"

He bowed and quickly left, taking one last look to his God before rushing away and whispering one last thing, "You and what you have done for this kingdom will never be forgotten."

Alone in the room, RA took a long deep breath and then slowly made her way to the courtyard of the palace and looked towards the stars. There, she watched a single star, glowing a different color than all others head closer to the planet. Slowly, it grew and when the ship of the Leaders was hoovering above the palace, and all the people of the kingdom were safely away, her eyes began to glow with a fire and a transformation occurred.

[Salvation Arclight]

Salvation growled, and looked around his room.

It was solid white, boring, and rather irritating. All he wanted to do was smear the blood of those who had dared capture he and his brother, all about the place without remorse. He knew he was being watched, and he knew that his brother wasn't far off either. He had sensed him aboard the same floating Facility, and knew the lad to be among the captives. But instead of snapping the fuck off and killing everyone, Salvation took another approach to the situation.

Bare feet touched the white flooring. The Angel breathed out slowly, as if this particular moment of exhaling, meant everything to him. His long navy-colored hair began to blow in some kind of invisible wind, that ripped from him like the raw power that emanated from his pure soul. His white shirt began to shift now, his perfectly-carved body somewhat in view to the watchful eye. His pants weren't too tight to the skin, and made of cotton like the shirt, which breathed perfectly for movement as it were. Flaring out his massively obscene wings, and then drawing them back, the Angel continued to breathe in a special manner, which sent him into a strange meditative state of mind. Grinning as his eyes remained closed, he stepped away from the bed, completely un-chained. Steadily he began to move his hands, in a notion that appeared as though he were practicing an Ancient form of Martial Arts.

A few seconds later however, the Angel rubbed his hands together, and a large ray of light appeared between his two hands, vertically towards the ceiling and floor. From this ray grew energy, that sure knocked all of the machines in the room backwards. The power shattered his heart rate monitor, and the IV bag that hung from behind him. The needles keeping the tubes attached to his arms appeared to slide out on their own, fluid dripping from them, and blood running down the Angel's wrists, inside of his elbows, and even from his back. Moving slowly, but efficiently with his lance now, he began to twirl it, and control the energy formulated inside of it. His feet slid across the floor as he moved in the most magnificent of manners, those red eyes hidden beneath his eyelids as he practiced. Clearing his mind and soul, he moved and spun about, using his power to breach through the white room, and seek out the power of his Twin Brother's.

Chris, where are you? I know you are close to me. I can feel you, sense you, and practically taste you on my tongue. The Angel would only hiss aloud, because the words were nothing but a thought. A single spoken sentence, that only one being would understand much less hear.

Salvation was indeed rare, a unique creature among even other Angels. For starters he had such dark blue hair, red eyes, and sharp nails that were too long to be called anything short of claws. His perfect body was so pale it was almost white, and his wings were a silvery mix of pale-blue and white, that shimmered as he moved. And, strangely enough, the bastard had a tail - to match such wings. It was a rather long tail too, longer than the Tyrant's from the planet of Zion Oblivion (which was only Light Years from Lunesta). But it was thinner, and less lethal, unless around one's throat, or unless he used enough crushing force to matter. Salvation didn't need his tail to be threatening. The creature was so damned powerful other creatures planets away were terrified to look upon him. He was labeled an Abomination by all other Angelic Nations, but that didn't stop him from snatching his brother's Crown, and forcefully becoming King of Lunesta. He was truly a wretched beast by nature, but one that was so beautiful - it would halt Godz in the wake of their own destruction.

Leaders looked upon this creature, with smirks over their lips. The fact alone that he was able to free himself from his binds meant nothing, because the entire room was sealed and loaded with electric shields. They would shock and electrocute the ever-living fuck out of that Angel if he even so much as attempted to leave, Salvation well aware of it, due to the many signs that mocked him with that warning. For now the Leaders would sit and observe him, trying to figure out just what he was doing. Perhaps he was just bored, maybe he was trying to get stronger, or secretly plan a way out of there. One thing was for sure though. The Leaders knew that this powerful creature, had the desires to find his relative, who was now being tormented and subjected to a new mass of evils on the top floors.

Openly discussing that fact with each other, the Leaders talked, and wondered just how far this beast would go for his twin brother. Just how important was he to Salvation? Was he good enough to fight for, to die for? To attempt killing every last Leader for? Smirking as they typed away, and forced their cameras to zoom in on the practicing Angelic, they began to wonder just what this fiend was really thinking. They watched their screens, summoning hologram projections of Salvation as he moved. They were see-through so that they could view the Angel's internal structure, a rare find being the glow in his chest, that seemed to keep him pulsating with life. Immediately, the Leaders began to search for weaknesses, just in case Salvation had the desire, the lust, and the rage - to take them out in search of his brother. That was saying that he figured out how to get out of the room in the first place.

It was strange to see a captive so calm. No one else there was.

[Giizi]

Feeling physically heavy, Giizi turned her head to the side trying to focus in this darkened place. "What is this place?" She whispered to herself. Wondering why she could feel no air. What type of place would be void of such? Suddenly, there was loud bang and Giizi fell lifeless into a deep sleep...

Remembering back on Procyon, Giizi was illuminating the planet per usual to eliminate the darkness that tries to consume every planet from within the solar system. She  noticed something wasn't right. The creatures scurrying around trying to hide. But from what? The air beginning to get heavy, Giizi focused her light harder, attempting to sway the darkness back to where it belongs. Feeling heavier and unable to maintain her strength she fell, dimming softly. Hearing the cries of creatures being destroyed, lifted into crafts and the planet being wiped out inch by inch, Giizi noticed something of which her planet had never known...

What where these machines, casting the darkness as they passed through taking out everything in their path? Fearing she would be all that remains to save Procyon, as much as it pains her to dim her light completely, she tried. It was too late, one of the mechs had spotted her. Before she was able to escape, she was captured. It felt as though the entire solar system had fallen on her, the weight crushed her and she couldn't move. She fell into a deep sleep.

Blinking heavily, Giizi tried once again to focus her vision, to find out just where she was. She tried to illuminate the room, unable to do so she knew that it may be too late to save her home. Crawling to what seemed to be a door, there was an opening. She managed to stand to her feet and push the heavy metal door open. Giizi stumbled into what appeared to be a hallway filled with doors and bright light. False light! It burned deeply. She could hear the echos of those in agony behind the doors. "What is this place? We will destroy you!!" She screamed. Reaching for the door, feeling a sudden rush of pain in this physical body she heard the most wrenching sound. Collapsing once again into a deep sleep. Was this the end of Procyon?

[Ryou Half-Wit Wolf]

He could go from the calmest thing, to a dangerous being in less than a second...and that's why you never underestimate someone... especially him.

He had been in the plain white room, for a few hours, though time stretched out and it basically drove him mad, all he could hear was his own breathing and the beeping of the machines around him in the room that seemed more like a cell that held him. For the first while, he panicked, and muttered to himself, trying to think of ways to get free, sitting with hos head down curled up in a ball, protecting himself from whatever could be in this unknown place. His hair hanging over his unique eyes, casting shadows on his pale skin. Though the longer he sat there, the more he tried to calm him self down, it was no good to think when the thoughts in your head were nothing but bad. So he did what he thought was rational, counted his heart beats, and listening to nothing but his breathing, which ultimately calmed him down as he forced them to slow. Within this time he un-curled a bit, being able to stretch out his legs, but kept the rest of his body frozen, scared to move remembering what happened the first time he tried to open and spread his wings out, he didn't want it to happen again.

Just as he had counted his 12600 heart beat, somebody entered the room, making his mind freeze and his head to slowly rise, showing his glowing eyes, and lips that were parted softly and coated in dry blood from before hand. He glared at the person who entered, but kept quiet and still, it was in his nature to obey...having been raised like that from since he was born. But, there was something that he had always kept to himself, the reason for why he was able to escape, to be free. He had the ability to fight those who stood in his way. It wasn't like others of his kind couldn't fight, in-fact that wasn't the case at all, it was juts the simple fact that he chose to listen and accept the fact, and then use it whenever he felt the time was right. He was able to fight, because he never felt loyal to any single one of his 'masters', and it only made hatred grow at the thought of them.

There was three people, a female nurse, and two males. Ryou looked over them quickly, his eyes darting form one to the next, his expression unchanging. "We're surprised, we had thought you had fallen asleep.." The nurse spoke, but Ryou didn't understand, why the fuck are they trying to talk to him in a different language?!

"Cecilia, tell the others down in examination that we're bringing down the creature that has the eyes.." The second man, the tallest spoke. He then turned hos head back to Ryou before leaning over to the first man, who was the most well built, muttering something.
The first man moved forward and readjusted the chains that were around Ryou's ankles and wrists, tightening the the chains that circled his chest and fastened his arms at his side, while a different chain split off and was attached to a collar around his neck.His wings were also fastened down, unable to move.

"Get up. Behave and listen to what we say and everything will go smoothly. " It was spoken in a different language, but also in such a way that made it seem threatening, a way to tell him to know his place. Ryou knew this way all to well. So he simply stood up, still glaring ahead, managing to let his fangs hang out over his bottom lip a bit as he was dragged and taken to another room, once again, like everything else. It was white.

There were tables and more machines, needles and other medical supplies used to test the creatures that were taken in and out. Ryou could smell passed being, scents he didn't recognize, it worried him. he was told to strip and lay on the table, for tests and examinations, not particularly told, more like they just began doing so, he glared only more and growled softly once he was in nothing but a pair of shorts which he growled even more at once they tried to remove them. He wouldn't allow it. It was a fight but they just got him to sit on the table at first. They were touching his wing, talking about how the darker feathers weren't as soft, how they didn't feel like feathers, but instead something they couldn't explain. Notes were taken of course, on his appearance, they way he moved and how he reacted to certain things. They took not of the different marking and scars along his body, mostly from fights, punishments and escaping when he was back on his hoe planet. He let them do all this, it was just like when people examined him to be bought, it was normal. That was until they brought out the needles, for DNA testing and blood testing. This is when he hissed and fought back, he didn't like whatever they were doing now and it as pissing him off. Why were they taking his blood!?

"DON'T! " He yelled and flinched back, ripping his arms away and kicking his legs a others tried to hold him down. It only pissed him off more, he could listen and behave to the rest but not this. He growled and snapped his jaws at them, until he pushed away and let his real strength show, breaking the chain that held his arms down and breaking whatever held his wings into pieces as he spread them. He fought ad so did they, eventually knocking him out like they had before, him falling to the ground and growling, hissing, until he was out cold. His DNA was taken like intended, and the boy with the appearance and abilities of both angel and demon, was locked back up and chain in his white room again.

[Chris Rupel Arclight]

Being strapped down to a bed, and unable to move a muscle was traumatizing. Chris tried to kick away the people that had held him down, but the moment a male entered the room with a needle, he just automatically gave in and laid there rather still. And now, fear had consumed him so deeply, that he could barely move. Not that he could anyways. He had a nice set of straps over his chest, that went around him and the bed he was sitting up in. His arms were connected to these clear cords, that had some kind of fluids going through them, and his veins were bulging and throbbing, as they started to go cold.

"So this is the one eh? He sure doesn't look like much." One of the people looming over him said. He reached over to one of the standing machines behind the bed, and pushed some buttons. Another one behind the bed pulled a massive circular object into view over the boy laying there, and a moment later, bright lights shined down into his eyes and over his body.

"Meh, he will do though. I've been scanning him since we got into the room here, he's pretty strong. I have a few experiments that I'd like to run, to produce beings with his power, and strength. But reinforced for survival on some of the farther-away planets." Another replied. He was clearly the one in charge. Tall, slicked back hair, white suit with the black markings, everything.

"How will we make sure that he's stable enough to even produce such beings, and do we have a male sturdy enough to breed him with? The composition of the air on those planets is much denser than here. We'd need one of those creatures who doesn't rely as much on the elements." The other replied, reaching over Chris and then tying up his long silvery hair behind him. He looked over the Angelic and realized that he had several thick scars all over the side of his neck, and down to his shoulder. "Weird, he's got several markings all over here. Scars. Like something bit him." He added, writing it down in his notes.

Chris had cringed and sighed lightly as the other lab coat looked him over and touched the savage markings atop his flesh. He closed his eyes and turned flush red over his cheeks, and whimpered softly. Those were territorial markings, from his older brother.

"He was taken from the same place his brother was. The kid was snatched first, and the other one came a bit after. Could be from him. Only reason I say this, is because they've completely missed the major puncture points in his neck that would have been a kill-bite. That and they're in a pattern. If the being that had bitten him wanted him dead, with the depth of the fangs that appears to have come into contact with him here, he'd of been able to completely rip the kid's flesh right off. So. I'm going to go with that. Makes me wonder if the brother is strong enough to breed with him..." The male speculated. He grabbed the side of Chris's face and looked into his eyes, watching the blue eyes dart away from him, as the boy bit his lip and attempted to turn away.

The other man wandered over to the front of the bed that Chris was still propped up in. He pulled the blanket that was over the Angel's legs up, and then ran his fingers alongside his inner thigh, making the Angel yelp and turn away, sinking into his bed. "He seems to have more of those same markings here, though these, wait nope, heh. These are claw markings. Didn't that brother of his have claws when he came in? I bet he's fucked him." The other male snickered. "Gotta love some of these damned planets. No fucking class man."

"Well they are savage beasts. Only to be tamed, turned, and then placed among Leader planets, to better serve and repopulate our kinds." The other snorted, sticking a needle into the Angel's IV as he talked.

"Text-book fucking perfect statement. Have you been reading those laws again? Really John you need to lighten up." The other man laughed and watched the male administer something to the kid strapped into the bed, still clearly horrified.

"Hey unlike you asshole, I do what I'm told." He smirked. "At least I'm not one of those scientists responsible for reconstruction like that Doxy. Fucker supposedly sewed two dicks on a man the other night and then fucked the man's wife. Really now. I swear us Leaders can't truly be that fucked up." A moment of silence, then the two men in the room busted out righteously with laughter.

"Yeah that was pretty awkward. I read the report and damn near pissed myself. Anyhow. Which one of us is going to go and get something to fuck this Angel? Hell only knows how long it'll be before we have results. I have no idea how long this species even stays pregnant. Or even he's even given birth before. He-she, whatever the hell this thing is. Is there even a way to check that? Godz I am dying right now. A fucking metal penis. Get the fuck out."

"I'm going to hit you with a metal cock if you don't shut up. Move out of the way, I got this." The other lab coat rolled his eyes, and pushed the Angel's legs apart. He could clearly see that the boy was indeed male, but what made him rare, was that he had a strange slit in him, that made him female too. "You know what, I heard that if we force them into low forms, new intel is revealed, let me try something right quick before I shove my scope in 'em."

Chris watched in sheer terror as the man not still laughing, grabbed some strange injections from one of the white drawers that came out of the wall area. He picked something that was filled with a light-purple fluid, and then leaned over the Angel boy and said something. Chris had no idea what was going on, because he couldn't even understand these Leaders nor their languages. He just squirmed and cried, trying to get away, until the man finally stuck him right in the side with whatever it was. After he pulled back Chris started to feel dizzy, then his vision started to blur. He was still completely awake, but unable to move now. And his body began to react rather strangely. He could feel his wings shrinking, and the feathering just falling straight off of them to the floor below. They seemed to withdraw into his back, as his spine and body began to shrink and change. Confusedly he looked around from side to side, gasping and trying to understand just what was going on. Completely uncovered now, the naked boy began to shift and de-transform, his body suffering a great agony, that came with the onset of his feminine curse.

The two doctors remained stationary in amazement, as the boy lost his height, wings, and male body. His chest changed and grew outwards, until he had a pale set of breasts, and the rest of his lower half disappeared completely and turned into a birth canal. The boy gasped and slowly started to sound a tiny bit more feminine, but he still looked somewhat like a boy in the shoulders. The doctors waited until the boy had turned completely into a girl, and then shrugged and prepared their tools.

The taller lab coat cleared his throat and grinned. "Guess we got our answer. Now we just have to figure out how to get the brother to screw him-her whatever."

"We could just give him to one of our more... aggressive patients. They'd get the job done without a complaint, I mean, he is a female. For now. I don't know for how long, but if I keep him sedated like this, it might work." The other replied. "Could be fun to watch too. I mean, I'm bored as fuck, and the only thing good enough to re-watch was that guy with 2 dicks and an asshole from earlier."

"WILL YOU STOP BRINGING THAT UP? For fuck's sake. And yeah, we can do that. Pfft, take him a floor down. I'll meet you there. Good fucking heck what is my life." The man grumbled in response. To Chris however, this was all muffled conversation.

And - he was a bit distracted. He had heard his brother calling for him.

Salvation? Oh Godz help! They're doing something to me! They saw your marks and they made me turn into a girl! I can't stop them, I can't move, and... and I just need you, please save me! Chris wailed in thought, tears now streaming his face.

This kid obviously had no fucking idea what was in store for him. But of course, like many others aboard the Facility, he would find out eventually.

[Rayn-Hellfire]

Rayn looked around for food to eat. There was nothing that she could possibly eat. "What's happened?! Why is all the food gone?!" She whined to herself. She picked up a rather long stick that she found on the ground. She sighed as she began to draw in the dirt. "I don't understand....anything. The past few days have been so strange. I have an uneasy feeling. What is going on around here?" She ran her delicate hand through her orange hair.

Suddenly the sky got darker and her drawing in the dirt was erased by a weird gust of wind. "Huh?!" She looked up to see a enormous metal contraption that she had never seen before. She dropped the stick, as her curiosity got the best of her. While she watched the thing land, she walked closer. When the thing landed many men came out of it.

This was strange to her because she was used to being the only person on this planet. She hid behind a boulder as she watched the men search for anything on the planet. But when the men realized how deserted the place was; they started to leave, but Rayn giggled slightly and three men found her hiding place. "We found a girl!" One of the men screamed. Someone still standing by the ship rolled their eyes and walked over to the four of them. Rayn struggled to get out of the tight grips of the three men. "Let go of me! What do you idiots think you are doing?! You can't take me from my home!!" A male to her right smirked. "Yes, we can! Where is the leader of this.....place?"

Rayn was relucant to speak; but after a few brutal beatings the girl spoke. "You idiots won't get away with this! Get the fuck away from me and my home!" She spit in the face of the male standing in fornt of her. He slapped her across the face; causing her to spit up a warm sticky red substance that could only be described as blood. "Put her on The Facility! That little brat doesn't deserve to just be killed!" Once the ship was airborne a bomb dropped on the planet of Suniah.

Several hours later, the orange haired girl woke up blinking probably over a thousand times before being able to see. She looked around and had no cule where she was. "W-where am I? W-what's going on?" She tried to remember what happened before she got where she was but her memory seemed to have been erased.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!" The girl demanded an answer from anyone who was listening. She couldn't move so she looked down to see a restraint around her small waist. Also she was wearing a different outfit to what she normally wore. She tried to force herself to remember her blurry memory. She saw a quick fuzzy picture, in her mind, of a metal spaceship. "DAMN IT!!! That huge hunk of metal that invaded my home!" She struggled to get out of the restraint but it only got tighter.

The girl felt her insides start to be squished by the restraint. A man came near her with a needle. Every time the man brought the needle near her she struggled to push his arm away until she grew weak  from the restraint pushing against her. He stuck the needle in her arm and instantly she fell asleep yet again. That girl had no idea that the ship she was in had other people in it or that there were more ships around to protect it.

[A-chan-Medium]

"C-Crap! Why won't they leave me alone?!" A female, A-chan as the few friendly villagers called her, groaned as she ran from the few men-creature-things that came from no where. Why were they here? And why were they attacking her village? Ullara was a peaceful village that only stood for hunting the giant Glaucks, or giant sand worms. They were never threatening with any other nearby planets. Although, from the look of these...people, they were most likely not from anywhere near her home planet.

Glancing to her right she saw a row of deep sand dunes. Anyone on her planet, Gald, would know that the perfect row formation of sand dunes meant that they were close to a Glauck pit. Smirking, the girl turned to face her predators. She waved her hands into the air, letting her long black hair to hit her lower parts of her arms as it breezed into the hot winds. "Heeeey! Come and get me, you morons!"

Taunting them was the easy part. It was making sure she'd survive even leading them into the trap was the tough part. She quickly released her twin daggers from their sheathes and ran ahead into the pit. Instantly she felt the low wave of the worm's presence. They were drawing near. How many could she sense? 5? 8? They were moving faster now, she could tell. The female glanced behind her once more, noticing her predators drawing near. "Tch."

Running was her only choice at the moment. Her questions would have to come later. If she could draw these guys away from the village, and maybe into certain death, then maybe her village will be safe. For now anyways. When she gets back, she'll have to speak with the Elder.

Instantly, however, she had to stop. Ignoring the fact that she was in the middle of a chase and standing in the pit of the Glaucks, something rushed through her body. It felt like a wave of fear, complete and desperate need for survival. And it wasn't her feelings causing this. The female glanced to the East, feeling the heat of the sun bathing her light skin. Her multi-colored eyes roamed the horizon, sensing the terrifying sensation roam wildly through the air around her.

The Leaders slowly came to a halt, chuckling lowly as if in conversational humor amongst themselves. A-chan turned around slowly, glaring to her predators. "What...have you done?" She spoke with a broken, yet dark tone. Her voice quivered as she gulped down a dry, bitter taste down her tensed throat. The fearful feeling. It was increasing greatly. And now she was able to taste the fear, the blood. It wasn't hers. It was the villagers.

"Answer me!" She placed her daggers to her sides, standing in a fighting stance. Her arms shivered but her eyes were determined for murder. One of the large predators stepped forward and began making arm movements as he spoke. "Only giving a taste of the fate of these morsels."

A-chan blinked and tilted her head slightly in confusion. What language was that? It didn't sound like anything she knew. But from the sound of his voice, he knew exactly what he was doing. Wait, was there more of these guys? In that case, having them chase her to the Glauck's pit was to no success. But what about the people in the village?

A-chan frowned, feeling a wave of defeat rush into her heart. Wait, what happened with the Glaucks? Did they scurry away? But why? Were these invaders really that dangerous? Only more and more questions could repeat within her mind. Sighing softly, she rested a hand on her hip, still holding her daggers tightly. "Alright, I get it. You guys want something, right? Since I can't understand you, and most likely you guys can't understand me either, then how about I make this easier for you?"

She placed her daggers back into their sheathes and held up her hands in surrender. If they really need something, then I will do it. Those people don't deserve this. I don't know why they would go through all this trouble but I'm going to find a way. Hopefully.

The male Leader chuckled once more before nodding his head to a few other Leaders. They walked over and grabbed A-chan's hands, securing them in some form of bondage. "Now that you have me, you need to leave this place. Now. Leave the villagers alone." She spoke in an almost pleading tone. The male Leader smirked and chuckled, nodding slowly. Something about that look in his eyes didn't sit well with the girl. It was dangerous, almost menacing. Her plea will most likely not go as she hoped.

Stepping forward, A-chan noticed movement within the clouds. What was that? A ship? A fortress? How can something so big, move within space?! The girl gasped, flinching backwards, bumping into a larger Leader. "W-What is that?! Where are going to take me?!" She struggled within their grasp before collapsing into the Leaders' arms after one of them knocked her out.

Poor girl. She had no idea of what she had just volunteered into. She had no idea of the undeniable fate her home planet was going to be. Or even hers, for that matter. When she awakens, not even hope will set her free.

[Nessa]

Siren awoke, now lying tied down to a bed, she was in a light shade of blue although it looked almost white, it was a short nighty type thing and she knew she wasn't wearing any undergarments. She could see white and bright lights, which stung her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked out loud although she had no reply. Suddenly it all flashed back to her she could feel the shock collar on her neck and the metal cuffs holding her down. "Great I'm a captive." she muttered when a man walked into the room, he was also wearing white but he looked preety high up, one of the leaders she decided, she had no idea what there names were.

"Did you have a good nap slut?" he asked, she just growled, "You wait till I get out of these cuffs and collar you just wait." she said her voice angry and threatening as she suddenly felt a jolt of electricity course through her. "You should be a good little slut and behave and maybe we can take the collar off you." he said with a smirk on his face, he knew what angelics were like stubborn and as this one was ancient an original he knew she would be more difficult, but he enjoyed breaking them.

Siren groaned as she lay on the bed, her eyes glaring at the man, "Your a dick and I will kill you." she screamed at him as her other form started to appear, although she managed to control it for now, "best not do that yet Siren pretend to obey gain there trust and then when you have it escape." she said to herself inside her head as she tried to connect with anyone mentally who might be a captive. "anyone there?" she asked trying to gain an understanding of why she was being held captive. She could sense other angelics aboard the ship but that was it, she was struggling with the constant shocks of electricity. The Leader looked down at the angel and smirked turning up the electricity high enough it would kill most people.

A scream errupted from Sirens lips so loud it echoed through the corridors, and raidiated into others rooms. He held it on for a good minute before letting it off, the angel panting and whimpering. "Just remember I am in charge here and you will do what I say or else you will end up chained up for the rest of your time here." Siren just whimpered thinking to herself, "get fucked dickhead."

With that the man left her room and closed the door she heard it locked and she was plunged into darkness as the lights went off. She honestly prefered the darkness to the light it was nicer in a way, so little did the man know she knew more from what he had said and so she would know now that in order to get the collar off and unchained she would need to build the mans trust, it looked like the Angel now had a plan and all she needed to do was play her part right and it wouldn't be long before she was out of this hell hole and back on her island, or so she thought little did she know that she might never get back.

[Giizi]

It felt warm, the pressure alone was defeating. Giizi opened her eyes yet again to see two men carrying her back into the room.

"Where am... Who..." She tried to speak but there was a stinging pain in her neck as they placed her on a cold metal surface. "I don't think we'll have to restrain this one, she seems helpless enough away from her planet.the bigger of the two men laughed. They turned away, and all she could do was watch them disappear into the lighted hallway.Giizi knew she needed to overcome whatever this was that they had done to her if she was gonna ever get out of this room. Struggling with this weight bearing form, she managegd to sit up once again. Concentrating from deep within, she was able to bring forth enough of her own light to see the room in which they had placed her. It was all white, with only this metal slab in the center. Placed on the sides of the bed she could see clamps and restraints. What type of place is this she thought to herself.

"Wait! Giizi said aloud. She suddenly remembered something. "Those men.. they said "This one." There are more beings here. I knew I heard cries before!" She let her light fade out again, she needed to keep her strength. Afterall she did portray herself as a helpless one when they invaded Procyon.There was that loud bang again. Fighting the urge to sleep, Giizi
listened in the darkness. Footsteps! She laid on the slab, as the footsteps were outside her door. "Yes this is the one.A female voice sounded softly. "I'll fetch the kit, says here she's not restrained, should be easy then."The door opened filling the room with that false light that burned her so badly. A few clicks and more footsteps, Giizi was afraid to open her eyes. She couldn't let them know just yet that she was able to defeat that sleep inducing echo. "Just tag her up here." Peircing her flesh, the nurse and the two men from before began to hook up machines that would monitor any life."Why do you suppose we didn..... ahhhhhhhhhhh" The machine they had connected to Giizi started to arch and zap the smaller of the two men. "It must be defective" said the nurse. "I dont imagine we'll need it with this one anyway, she seems lifeless, we may have taken the wrong one" Angrily the big man slammed his fist on the metal slab.
"Nonsense, Karen! I saw her myself! She emits light." Discouraged, thinking perhaps she is only of use on her
planet, "We've got time Nigel, she's useless now anyhow. Let's get the rest of them checked in and we'll come back." they proceed to the next room.

Several hours later, The three return, to find Giizi in the center of the room somehow suspended in the air. As they begin to step closer she illuminates the room, blinding them. Making her way now to the open door that leads out into this hallway within the facility she fears the worst. "Who else have the captured? I wonder if all the planets have been destroyed...."

[Rayn-Hellfire]

Opening her eyes once again; the restraint was still around her small figure as she got a sudden pang of pain in her head. What was this pain? Rayn never had a headache before. She seemed to remember being stabbed with a needle. "What was in that needle?" She whispered.

Suddenly she heard screams of people. "I'm not the only one here?! I need to find someone!!" She tried to sit up but she suddenly was pushed up against by the restraint again. She heard soft footsteps. "Whoever is there needs to show themselves now!" A man smirked at her; as he walked up to her. "Hello, Rayn. We need you for something." She narrowed her eyes at the said male. "How do you know my name?! Wait, never mind that!! What do you need from me?!"

The man sighed. "That's none of your concern, you little brat." Rayn retorted quickly. "Look fucker, I don't want anything to do with you or your stupid hunk of metal!" He slapped her then took the restraint off. He came by a sudden surprise when the needle he held was jabbed into his own abdomen. When he fell to the ground almost lifelessly; she pushed his body under the metal slab that served as a bed.

The orange haired girl walked though the door that had been left open. "I'll find items along the way to protect myself." She promised herself. Rayn had never broken a promise and wouldn't start now.

The orange haired girl thought that room was a terror but the real terror lay ahead. She had no idea what was ahead....her only concern was getting home. Little to her knowledge that would never happen because her home was blown up.

[Fenrir]

    The fleet had just entered the solar system when one of their number was ripped apart by an internal explosion. A ship unlucky enough to be nearby was riddled with enough shrapnel to leave the vessel dead in space. The fleet came to a complete stop. Residual radiation suggested that the violent explosion, which had occurred without warning, was due to damage to the core of the reactor. Shot full of holes the second ship was venting oxygen with all hands either trapped behind safety bulkheads or floating amongst the debris. It was a wonder that the damage hadn't ignited the oxygen nor caused an additional explosion.  


    The flagship instructed that a ship was to remain behind to recover that which could be salvaged, equipment and personnel alike. While the others made their way to planet they had come all this way to harvest, or at least hoped to.

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     They found the planet a smoldering ruin. Massive warships littered the it's surface, their weathered hulls scared with ruptures and still burning fires. Scans of the surface showed no signs of life. Whatever transpired here happened quite quickly. A stern faced Admiral sat calmly in his chair it had been almost a month since long range scans had suddenly picked up this solar system. An entire solar system hidden behind a powerful cloak, kept Leader ships from realising its existence. Scouts sent into the system had never returned so a fleet had been commissioned to investigate.

    "A marvelous graveyard," the Admiral turned to see a stocky old man sitting beside him, "You should have come sooner human. A few months ago this planet was alive with lights. It's people toiled endlessly building weapons of war that surpassed human understanding." The man  leaned forward and hopped to his feet. Smiling gleefully he made no attempt to dodge as a barrage of ammunition traveled towards him. The rounds passed harmlessly through him killing a few soldiers unlucky enough to be on the wrong side. The Admiral signaled for his men to lower their weapons. "Took me a week to destroy them, sickly as it sounds, I had hoped for better sport of followers of Zioct. I had actually hoped you were reinforcements it wasn't until the third ship that i realised you weren't, was hard to hear over the commander's wailing probably. Would have been able to skip the whole sordid ordeal if he had just answered my questions. Now he'd be unlucky to survive the encounter." The man smiled and curtsied. "Oh but I forget my manners, I am known as Raal and the reason we are talking, like this, is because I would like to join your organisation."

    This time the admiral snickered, "Assuming what you said just now was true and you really were the victor of the battle below. Of what use to us is an asset we can't control? Unless..." The Admiral's eyes sparked to life. "What is it you want in return."

    Raal giggled he'd been watching leader ships for months now, abductions and planetary destruction, he knew they were up to something most curious. It took a few captives to retrieve the information he wanted. He was impressed it was one thing for humanity to raise to a point where they were strong enough to kill gods but to defeat them so thoroughly that they can be taken alive as pets, now that showed promise.

    Raal produced a long cylinder from his robes, "A trivial formality I know but when you've lived as long as I have, you grow fond of such things." The admiral opened the capsule, revealing a weathered piece parchment. "A contract written in blood, that you're commander so graciously donated, that offers you my services for half a million years under the condition that I receive death at the end of the term. During which time you may use me as you wish though I do caution against operating on me when I am unconscious as I cannot be held responsible for what my subconscious might decide to do."

    The Admiral looked down at the parchment. "What's to stop either of us from breaking this contract?" Not to say that the document wasn't completely in his favor, but it was a fair question to ask.

    The smile etched across Raal's lips remained unaltered, "Nothing save that we both will have an asset we can't control."

****

    The holding cell left little to the imagination. But Raal found peace in that. What was a half a million years to a man that had lived for over 2 billion. Raal had no fear of what would await him now. He only hoped it wouldn't be boring, to play the role of someone else's toy.

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