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Post by Starfire on Apr 25, 2012 11:17:59 GMT -5
Time was not measured in hours when they traveled in their Galatical fleets, it was a leap through a wrinkle in space that jumped them into the solar system, passed the Magellanic cloud and towards the assigned planet within the time it took for Tamaran to make a single rotation. The first thing that crossed her mind, was the unsettling difference in which she perceived the alien world.
Colu was nothing like Tamaran. It was cold and calculated, steel made a large percentage of their homeland with minimal, if any, contribution to fauna life forms. There was nothing exotic about their conditions- it was cold, not cold enough to pierce through her skin, but cold to where she felt her red mane of hair shifting and her clothes ruffling. She felt, in this particular planet, the golden glow of her skin diminishing to a dull light.
'Glarkfa X‘hal amand‘r'.
The glow was strongest in Tamaran, King Myand‘r, her father, would say whenever she would inquire about other planets and its solar system, more pointedly towards any solar planets that were married into the orbital ring. Colu captured light, and after all it was the fourth planet closest to a ball of fire, but whatever warmth it exulted into space seemed to have been muted in this world.
“X’hal,” the young Tamaranean murmured.
“X’hal, grosk’r, et Bumgorf” Queen Laund’r, agreed.
Keeping a close connection to the coluns was not easy, above all, when those attempts have been near sabotaged by neighboring planets that sought to destroy them. It wasn’t easy but it had happened over the course of a few years that, to any normal perception, was but a wink in the lifespan of most alien race. It was a longstanding relationship that remained open but not yet solidified and for a final act of peace and loyalty, the Royal family was accepted into the homeland of the intellectual race of Coluans.
Koriand’r took in the spacious area, where one other fleet rested besides her own. A small army of Tamaran’s, drenched in royal gold, drifted out, carrying with them an abundance of exotic plants and food. This was their way of giving their gratitude. The real treasure trove, however; wasn’t in the stockpile of lavishly embroider oddities or the trinkets they found from conquering planets (to show their strength and resilience against their enemies), it was the small little container, the equivalent of a large egg, that Koriand’r held in her hands. In that impenetrable steel, rested an energy source known among the closest neighboring planet to Tamaran. It was the Jewel of Charta. She watched her father attentively, unsure of what to make of their surroundings, all the same, she felt herself guarded though her eyes never wavered. To do so would imply discomfort, weakness. She arched her back straight, and looked ahead, head raised and eyes never leaving the confines of the first Coluan that stepped forth to greet them.
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Post by Brainiac 5 on Apr 30, 2012 23:26:53 GMT -5
“Brainiac 5.” The voice was mechanical, emotionless and detached, a standard for Coluans, and the Coluan in question looked up from his work on a transmitter conjulator, a faint expression of displeasure flitting over his face until it was buried quickly underneath the robotic visage he held. No words were exchanged between the two of them, Brainiac 5 turning his back on one of his Handlers as he carefully packed away the more volatile components of his equipment. They both knew the reason for his summoning: The Tamaranean royal family had arrived.
He was to be displayed like the tool he was, presented as an artifact to them. It was only proper, only right, and though it had occurred multiple times, the Coluan could not suppress the twinge that occurred in his chest, a reaction which occurred every time. But no, he had to ignore such an action. Silently following Rond as his lab doors slid shut behind him, refusing to give them the longing glance that he so wished to express, Brainiac 5 let his hair fall forward and shield his face, one of the few factors that made him… stand out. Something of his own wish that he had incorporated into his design, and thus, he was quite proud of.
But it was a shield that hid him, even as he halted in the entrance hall, mechanical and purple, standing with his head down along the wall, Rond behind him, just in case. Not for his comfort or safety, oh no, but for if he went the way of all other Brainiacs and snapped, thus attacking their guests. He understood the logic. That did not mean he had to like it.
The voice of the guide drifted to his ears, as Brainiac 5 stood loosely, a curtain of hair around his face as he stared at the ground, eyes carefully not looking up. “This, your highnesses, is Brainiac 5, the most intelligent being in the universe. He is a useful tool of the Coluan Empire.” Empire. Such an exaggerated word, but the traditional meaning did apply to this situation. And… he know felt curious. Only the slightest bit, not enough to be considered dangerous, but the Brainiac did feel that emotion…
So, carefully, ignoring the way that both Rond and the guide stiffened as he did so, he deliberately pulled his head up ever so slightly, purple mechanical eyes flickering up to meet those of the princess, before he retreated once more, hair falling over his face, and Rond placed two heavy hands on his upper arms, securing him in place.
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