Zafira is a dragonmere from the planet Surion. Under normal circumstances, they are born mated from birth but the dragonmere generally lose their first born child. Only seven or less first borns survive due to the birthing process and stresses that occur for first time mothers. They also can only produce offspring once every seven years and only after they sexually mature at the age of 100. On very rare occasions, an albino is born. It is not unusual for a white skinned dragonmere to be born, as they come in a variety of colors and shapes.  But albinos are marked by their pink halos around their eyes and lavender colored irises. The dragonmere do not possess magic nor do they have a dragon form, they are simply a race that was created as a hybrid cross form of a humanoid and dragon by their creator Orin. The dragonmere are considered Luddites. They do not have any form of technology nor do they wish it to be on their planet. Ironically, a Megalith named Raiya is their guardian and protects them from invading Gorn who wish to take their resources. 


Zafira was born an albino having white skin with white hair and pink haloed lavender colored eyes. Because she was an albino, she was not born to a mate and she was also viewed as an outsider despite her family loving her. She spent her life learning how to heal using both the planet's vegetation and its elements. When she turned 100, she left the planet with Raiya the Megalith and found herself on a new planet that was unlike her Luddite home. This planet was bustling with technologies and shared races. With her knowledge, she applied to Universities and got into a prestigious school of Medicine where she became an OBGYN and Pediatric physician. On the weekends, she works as a triage doctor in the ER.




Roxanna is a celestial born to Kaldoria and Caylis. Kaldoria was created by Orin to guard the planet Terra Angeles which is a core planet in the Orin Galaxy. Caylis was a dark dragon lord from an under realm. Roxanna carries both the light and the dark within her. Due to the experiences she has had, she tends to be tempermental, sassy and at times furious. She carried the moniker Goddess of Fury, though she is not a goddess. 


She was born as Kalara on the planet Kaldoria, named after her mother by the humans that had a colony on the planet. Kaldoria had poured her immortal essence into the planet as did Caylis. This later led to the birth of the NovaWarriors. Kalara, however, grew up on the planet spending her time being doted on by her father and being educated on the universe. It was when she turned the age of nineteen that she interacted with the human colony and fell in love with a male. They had a dalliance that led to her becoming pregnant and they planned to wed and raise a family. When her father learned of this, the dark side he kept hidden emerged. He had planned to take Kalara as his own despite her being his daughter and when he learned that the human male had touched what he felt was his, he killed him in front of her then rampaged the colony. Kaldoria tired to stop him but he took Kalara to a poisoned planet and named it after her. There he imprisoned her in crystal impaling her womb with a shard of his crystal in hopes of killing the child and leaving her there to suffer. Kalara was able to solidify her womb hoping the child would survive. To make things worse, centuries later Caylis brought a dragon to watch over her. It was a dragon from a planet that he had destroyed. Caylis told the dragon that the female in the crystal was the reason he had done what he had done. So the dragon tormented Kalara telepathically for decades until he finally discovered the truth hidden within her silenced mind. It was not until a powerful elemental named Kanzen appeared on the poisoned planet and released her after finding her by accident. When she emerged, she changed her name to Roxanna given she was filled with darkness and fury. The dragon that had tormented her became her guardian and went with her off the poisoned planet. He was also the one to find a caretaker for her son Gleeon who she gave birth to. Fearing her father would seek out the child, she told him as a toddler she did not want him anymore and to never seek her out then she gave him to the caretaker who she knew would protect him. This only made her fury and darkness grow. It would be centuries later that she would temper herself and find a softer side when he found a way to love again. 


Raiya Megalith

Raiya is a member of the Megalith race. She is a leviathan class being larger in size and having a full complement of fighters should they be needed. Raiya was once the envoy to the Megalith race due to her outgoing personality and her desire to interact with all races and species across the universe. She is considered a more atypical type having ulitple "shell forms" that allow her to mingle among the various peoples. She is also atypical due to her having spaces within her metalic body to house travelers or transport goods in her bays. She also has a ground force made of mechs that resemble various beasts due to her chosing a more organic looking army. Her army is purely defensive in nature as is she. At one time she had a Megalith escort named Jailus that was more violent in nature so she broke off her ties with the male. 


Zafira, Roxanna and Ryder all have ties to the Megalith. 






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Character Age


Character Species

Celestial/Dragonmere/ Megalith/ NovaWarrior

Character Gender


Character Appearance

Zafira is white skinned with lavender eyes. She has white hair and two horns that twist into the hair as well as random scales that are scattered over her body. She is five foot nine.

Raiya is a Megalith ship entity. Her shell forms are made with various materials but she prefers the humanoid form with synthflesh. She has white hair and nebular colored eyes with pale skin. Her shell forms tend to be six foot tall but she has a shorter five foot nine shell. 

Roxanna has dark hair and pale to sunkissed colored skin depending on her mood. Her eyes are violet but turn crimson when she is angry or emotional. She is curvy muscular and stands six foot tall. She has a dragon form and a dragon hybrid form. 

Ryder is a being created with a metal from the planet Kaldoria. She is indestructible. Her body is athletic and she stands six foot. Her skin is usually sunkissed and she has chestnut colored hair and nebular eyes. 

Character Personality

Zafira is outgoing and cheerful despite being a doctor. On her nighs off she likes to watch movies and sip on hot cocoa in the winter. She is pleasant to be around.

Raiya is quite and wise given her age. She is hospitable and cordial to everyone she meets. There is rarely a time when she is mad, even in battle a part of her is hating the fact someone is dying. 

Roxanna tends to be sassy. She is mature and elegant and at times lethal. Her most favorite thing to do to those who piss her off is to curse them with explosive diarrhea. 

Ryder is quiet and calculating. She observes things before speaking and tends to hang back until she is sure of the person she is dealing with. 

Character Likes

Zafira is a foodie. She likes pretty much most things and enjoys going out for meals since she never has time to cook. She loves her job, especially delivering babies. 

Raiya likes to go new places and meet new peope as well as going back to meet old friends. She loves children due to her wishing she could have one of her own.

Roxanna's likes are variable to her circumstances. She is the strongest character who has a mind of her own and lets me, her admin, know what she does not like. 

Ryder has very little likes since she was made to kill and not to love. Her personality has never had a chance to really grow through roleplay. 

Character Dislikes

Zafira hates zombies and mean people. 

Raiya dislikes evil people who try to take advantage of others. 

Roxanna does not like many things and will let me know what they are at the time she experiences them. She hates vile people that do evil things especially if they are harming children. 

Ryder dislikes stupid people. 

Character History/Story

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Character Abilites

Zafira is a healer.

Raiya, Roxanna and Ryder are memebers of the NovaElite. The NovaElite are celestial beings that can harvest elements from a supernova to form a specific material, can use that specific material or possess the ability to harness the power of the supernova. Ryder is the most powerful of the three. 

Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

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Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Romance, 18+, Comedy, Action, Adventure

About the Writer (OOC)

I have roleplayed extensively in the last decade and have many established characters and backstories. However, I had a spinal cord injury that has impacted my ability to write so I am trying again. 

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  • His flat head perked up when a much smaller vehicle was sent his way, prompting the newborn to lurch forward some for a close visual inspection. White optics fixated on it out of fascination for a good minute or two, like a quiet child who just received a new toy. In seconds, Legion managed to take remote control over it, with his mind and begin piloting it, having the craft perform multiple flips around himself to his own enjoyment.

    . . .

    “They got him while we were distracted, tried everything but Terran authorities couldn’t get far in tracking them down.” His mother was unbelievably teary-eyed at the thought of what transpired, and now- she had her child back, thanks to this mystery lady.

    “I got a bit suspicious earlier when you got cronk.” The male Mediator openly said when his head partially tilted, but still overwhelmed by joy at the scene playing out in front of them, perhaps it was better not to tell his partner about what she was thinking earlier.

    After his outfit was patched up one more time, Makaio tossed both arms around Roxanna for one last hug, a very long one that was shared by his brothers and sisters. There was a slight giggle when she pecked him all over. “Don’t let them catch you too. Bring all the babies back, come back and see me!” He’d say with a tear running down his white cheek. This was until she was finally gone…

    . . .

    “White, Reaper?”

    His expression alone was a dead giveaway of knowing something about this urban legend. The diplomat visibly plopped back in his captain’s chair, eerily silent for a moment after she brought up that subject.

    “I want to talk with you in person. One of my bridge staff will send you the location, meet me there and we’ll continue. It’ll be on the surface at the Councilor palace. Is that fine with you?” The one in blue and purple would request since this was likely a confidential thing to discuss, preferring to do so behind closed doors if possible, especially with a subject like this. If Roxanna were to agree with his proposal, a digital message was eventually forwarded to Raiya, followed by Abbitt's departure from the view screen.

    “I’ll see you there.”

    . . .

    The place was quite large, even for Mici engineering since they were never known for big projects. Most of it was made up of fractal architecture, a wild contrast to the usually sleek shapes they had when it came to aesthetics, having a pearlescent texture in most places. Its ceiling was composed of a metallic grid containing perfectly clear glass of some sort, allowing natural light to cast down and illuminate it. Behind those gorgeous skylights was quite a bit of foliage, primarily from Terran greenery interestingly.

    Large columns of the same fractal patterns towered over, many of which were elevated on differing levels throughout the palace grounds. One could only guess they were purely decorative if they served no practical purpose at all. Who would’ve ever thought that such cutesy beings that looked like living plushies could be this artistic?

    Within the most open spot was a number of cushioned seats forming a circle, one large one intended for a human at the back. Sitting comfortably at the front was Abbitt and /another/ male, who would be dressed in a white, floral-patterned cloak, light gray under fabric beneath it, white ribbons strapped to his horns, which were slightly curled inward.

    In the event Roxanna would decide to join them, a group of much taller figures stepped out from behind, roughly four or so, with a height of SEVEN feet. The beings in question were fitted with highly sleek, streamlined, origami-patterned armor similar to whatt he Mediators wore, but far thicker for actual combat. Appearance wise, they had slim figures, spindely limbs, and horns eerily similar to that of a Mici, as if they were akin to what they would look like with a more adult form. Weirdly enough, their faces could not be seen due to wearing fully enclosed helmets that even encased their horns. Each carried a ranged weapon strapped to their backs, but never drawn.

    What exactly were they beyond royal guards of some sort? All of them had a psychic aura as well, but without the serotonin release that ordinary Mici had.

    “My friend here is Lucurie, he’s another ambassador.” Abbitt announced in reference to the one wearing white, who raised a hand to gave and give said female a soft smile from where he sat. One of the large, armored beings had lowered a metallic, rectangular food container on a table between them and Roxanna, opening it to reveal an assortment of Mici-made candy, likely intended for both parties.

    “You asked about the White Reaper. If I did share something, what would you do with that info? Most think he’s not even real, just an old tale and a morale boost. There’s never been a recorded event in history where a beanlett would do such things, that people know of.”

    Lucurie didn’t confirm nor deny his existence when reaching out for a handful of sweets, munching on one piece.


  • Right after bringing down his weapon to cleave another zombie in two from the top, a quick glance was given back to the woman he rescued, who comedically required help until one of his grunts managed to mutilate one trying to grab her. Shaking his head, the Commander unholstered an energy pistol and discharged it into another target’s head without even looking, smearing its brain matter all over the place.

    All of a sudden, there was a large, bulky undead made from at least three other corpses spliced together, forming one huge infected. Said entity smashed a car aside and grumbled upon seeing Zafira, pausing, only to take off in a sprint towards her direction while foaming from multiple mouths, shrieking.

    Before it could even get close, dual bright beams of red sizzled through and disintegrated it right on the spot, evaporating it down to the micro-organisms. The one responsible was one of the towering walkers standing not far behind Zafira, which shot her a glance with its bright optics, as if- it were a living being staring back. Through a deep, mechanized voice modulator, it actually spoke down at her to give some needed words of wisdom, just to remind the woman to be more vigilant.

    “Situational awareness, Doctor.”

    After this, the enormous machine brought down one of its feet upon another infected human, smearing it underfoot like an insect.

    Meanwhile, Anxious was preoccupied with cleaving multiple beings into pieces, having just bashed one away with his armored tail. By this point, he was only within a few feet of the reptilian woman, nearly back to back when drawing his sidearm to pop more targets in the head. Luckily for them, one of their tanks unleashed a long stream of flames into a large crowd of undead, their shrieks echoing until they were silenced, followed by being crushed under its tracks.

    “There’s our ride!” Said the Commander, who pointed an index and middle finger upward. Rapidly descending from the heavens was a large mass, which turned out to be an interstellar assault vessel, but not just any- it was a Liquidator warship, armed with radiation beam turrets that lit up the skies from blasting hordes of enemies below. Said giant craft closed in with its hangar bay doors retracting open at the bottom, readying itself to receive everyone at a moment’s notice.

    With the barrels of tank cannons and handheld weapons continuously exploding to life, said vessel decreased its altitude above the remains of a dog park, boarding ramps lowered to allow entry. “All units, evac and get on board now!” Ordered the Valorax, which prompted all their APCs and tanks to head straight for the assault ship, then proceed up its ramps, accompanied by their infantry. 

    Amongst his own troops,  Axious gave Zafira a hand motion for her to quickly follow, slithering his way over and up the ramp. An incendiary grenade was hurled from his left hand at a group of zombies, bursting into a raging inferno that enveloped them, just for good measure.

    Once they were clear of the retractable doors, they would soon close before the entire warship began its ascent, carefully since not everything on board was secured. A few clamps on the floors latched onto the undersides of their ground vehicles to keep them from sliding around. Everyone on foot hurried to strap themselves in whatever seats were available throughout the troop bay.

    The chapter master soon secured himself on one and ushered Zafira to claim the chair beside him. “Hurry, we’re about to leave atmosphere!”


  • The moment physical contact was made was when that same infant ceased movement for a short while. What was this feeling? After a few seconds, it made his flat head tilt upward some, facing what was arguably a machine goddess staring right back at him. Portions of his matte black body stirred from the tingling stimulation she gave him. This prompted the far smaller being to raise one of his six legs and press one end to the same limb that touch him, akin to pressing palms.

    What followed was a series of projected thoughts being sent her way, which for others, would sound like higher-pitched, eerie mechanical whispers that were indiscernible for anyone not on their level of consciousness. Mathematics were also a part of it, for he was speaking to Raiya in their language, the same one spoken only by Megaliths. Such a thing was so advanced that even beings like Roxanna would not be able to process their own equivalent of words.


    His name was given directly to her, which in Terran English vocabulary, was Legion. Everyone aboard those Mici vessels kept a close eye on the sight unfolding before them. While this wasn’t a first, it was a rare occurrence for them to catch a glimpse of what was a frequent visitor to their world. They could only speculate as to what was most likely going on, with Abbitt anticipating that they were conversing in ways no one else could process in their lesser minds.

    . . .

    If the male Mediator had any brows, he would've certainly raised them by now from witnessing Roxanna's expression. Anger was an emotion they physically weren't capable of under- normal circumstances. Seeing it be visible on another made him a bit concerned, yet, he didn't quite deem it necessary to raise any alarms.

    No words were uttered back as the armed Mici hastily climbed into the driver's seat and closed all doors. His vehicle levitated just a few inches off the ground and accelerated across the roadway, which wouldn't take them long to catch up since said female had to frequently slow down to avoiding ramming other pedestrians.

    Only two minutes into their trip, they would pull into a particular house, stopping right on a curb. The one carrying Roxanna's newfound friend quickly caught up and let him slide off her back, where he promptly made his way over to hug her once she'd exit the vehicle. His equally small digits crossed with hers as they now faced the structure in front of him.


    After muttering this, Makaio stepped over towards the two-piece door while holding her hand. Already he could feel his tiny heart beating as they got close, just hoping neither of his parents died from depression as a result of losing him, which /could/ happen every once in awhile.

    Soon, his little knuckles knocked on the white metallic door multiple times. Inside, they could hear some shuffling and footsteps.

    Seconds later, it opened, revealing another female, except this one had a scarlet cloak with white floral patterns. When seeing who it was… her bottom jaw nearly dropped. There was a long, audibly gasp, followed by her getting teary eyed in seconds. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around and nearly pulled Makaio under her cloak, where he happily returned the hug with a tight grip.

    "My baby!!" She said aloud, smiling wide sheepishly. Having sensed what was going on, another male with curly horns and a pink skirt-like cloak came up from behind, and joined in on what was now a group hug. It had to have been his father more than likely.

    Both Mediators stood idly beside each other to observe this bittersweet sight. It almost made them teary from the joy that ensued, especially since they helped make this happen.

    "Gahhhh~! He brought a baburina!!" From behind both parents were four other, slightly shorter, and equally younger Mici: Makaio's siblings. All of them came rushing out to nearly dog pile on her, then zip over to glomp their brother. Two of them even started jumping up and down from this.

    "I can't thank you enough!!" Said the mother, who nuzzled her child and ALSO hugged Roxanna. The feeling from their combined auras of having a loved one back could easily be felt, even to a non psychic, it was strong.

  • "I'll be astonished if any parents can be tracked down in all this chaos, assuming they're still alive. That little fuzball of fun might have to be given to the Mici government if he has no legal guardian left."

    Upon announcing what may occur later, the serpent of a man listened closely. A brow was raised when hearing details about how the transformation process was initiated, and that alone was more than enough cause for concern. What came out of his mouth next was something she would not like, and it was a harsh reality for any doctor to face.

    “Sounds to me that this infestation is tricking others into letting their guard down by having their hosts behave normally. If that’s the case, any and all infected need to be culled on sight before they have a chance to spread further. A plague with this level of intelligence cannot be allowed to leave this world. It may already be too far gone for us to save. But… I do intend to save any non-infected survivors." 

    As their ride aboard that land-based vehicle down the ravaged streets continued, an overhead proximity alarm sounded, flashing red. This prompted him to take hold of his chain sword again while others got their ranged weapons, just about everyone was gearing up for what could only be a potential brawl heading their way.

    “Here.” Reaching one arm into an overhead rack, an energy-based shotgun was pulled out and handed to Zafira like it was an everyday item. “If it overheats, press that button on the side and it’ll vent out. Reloads just like a ballistic weapon but with laser charges instead.” The commander would explain, shortly before opening the rear hatch.

    Soon slithering out, he’d be greeted by the various tanks and groups of both men and women alike, many of whom were not human with some being Valorax as well. Each took a position at the front of their convoy, with their armored vehicles fanning out to get into formation, turrets pointed forward. 

    If it all wasn’t crazy enough already, two ginormous walkers shaped like four-legged tripods had stepped closer, streamlined in appearance, painted in black and gray, and armed with two movable energy cannons of some sort that could rotate up and down from inside the hull, along with a large purple optic up front. Such machines towered over them, ready to participate in whatever carnage was about to ensue. Were they manned or what?

    “The infestation is gathering for a counter-attack, we’ll force our way through.” Said the Valorax male to his draconic associate, who slithered on by towards the front of their line, chain sword in hand with one cold, relentless expression plastered across his scale-covered face. With hoards of undead showing up on long-range motion sensors, Anxious spoke through comms to address the entire legion in his vicinity, soon enclosing a helmet around his head for added protection.

    “All units, make our stand here and push through to the spaceport. Regnant Walkers, keep your distance and pelt them from long range. Here they come!”

    Just as their chapter master stated this, hoards after hoards of undead could be seen sprinting ahead by the thousands, like a living tsunami forcing its way through. Numerous groins and shrieks were heard as they closed in, where the Commander himself pointed an index finger to signal for the others to engage.

    Cannons mounted on each tank exploded to life, roaring streams of flames erupting from handheld weapons wielded by other liquidators, occasional mortars flying overhead and exploding in raging infernos. One incendiary blast after another went off against the massive crowds attempting to swarm them.

    As a rogue zombie attempted to leap after the man himself, Anxious simply slashed his chain sword forth, revving it up as it caught/blocked the creature’s advance before cutting through it, slicing it in two. With poised blood now clinging to it, he simply smashed the end of his tail down to crush its skull.

  • “The infants were saved, at least the ones that could be found, including that one Mici baby.” An arm would be raised to ease her nerves until an index finger was pointed out a window. Well beyond the glass, a few men and women alike dressed in the same hazmat armor were observed handling the newborn children with care, all of which were scanned for any traces of the virus that ravaged her beloved city. Each was quickly whisked away into another armored personal carrier. An extra small bundle with a little white face inside was passed along.

    Once the reptilian woman returned to her seat, she was handed an emergency blanket by said serpent, who gave another Liquidator a hand motion to seal the rear hatch. With their vehicle levitating off the ground and lurching forward, the Commander himself leaned back to strap himself in. “This crisis is not your doing, but I feel more concerned about this entire world being lost if the local infestation cannot be contained. Otherwise-”

    There was a pause mid-sentence after nearly saying it out in the open, anyone within earshot already knew what that meant. “The unthinkable happens. Evacuations are already underway. It’s yet to be determined if this Infection becomes more intelligent as its numbers increase, or if it’ll remain in a feral state regardless of biomass. What I do find alarming is that hosts were not infecting the children found, suggesting the ladder.”

    As their ride carried on, a few tanks amongst their long convoy had rotated their turrets and exploded to life from releasing plasma shells, which vaporized scores of undead in their path. Some were even splatted and crushed below from being run over, in addition to being mangled by gunners from each vehicle present. All that could be seen from inside their APC were the flashes of weapons fire and numerous structures set ablaze.

    “Since you’ve been around longer to see it first had, is the plague showing signs of evolving or coordination? Or any quirks I should be aware of? My organization specializes in destroying the Undead, this is not a first nor last.”

  • “You- brought someone back?” There was a short-lived pause upon uttering the first word of his sentence, this caught him off guard. While it wasn’t a first for someone to show up bringing someone back home where they belonged, seeing a Megalith do such was a real shocker. Even more astonishing was it not being the one they knew, Ryssai as they called her.

    Slowly but surely, this presumed Ambassador leaned back into his seat until his spine rested on it again. He was at a slight loss for words and already started regretting his actions somewhat in summoning an entire fleet in response to the intrusion. Who could blame him for being worried about her sudden presence? This goes to show that they took no chances since Mici were easily exploited for their unwillingness to kill an enemy.

    “So that’s not a ship you’re in, that’s you.” Said Abbitt, who anticipated that it was actually her he was seeing on screen and not some manned vessel. His reflective black hues fixated themselves on their bridge monitor, viewing her massive exterior in all of its glory. Much like his encounters with the Megalith he knew, he expected some pair of glowing optics to flash on and stare right back at him.

    All of a sudden, there was a loud, deep, almost quaking buzzing sound heard on audio sensors, almost like a Tripod from War of the Worlds. While intense, it wasn’t enough to deafen or damage anyone’s hearing, but it made the bridge staff around said diplomat visibly flinch from how startling it was. “What was that?!” The Mici inquired, where one of his female crew members piped up immediately after. “Somethings decloaking just off Raiya’s bow section, just a few thousand meters away!”

    Materializing into a more visible form was a much, much smaller object, no bigger than a Terran cruiser and only a few hundred feet in length. Its shape was eerily similar to that of a butterfly, massive wings that spanned outward with a tail for an aft section. What resembled some sort of head was located on its bow, with narrow optics that produced a soft white glow. Its hull was matte black, consisting of many fractal patterns, patterns that could only be associated with one thing:

    Another Megalith, a Manta-class one.

    Since both could easily sense each other’s presence if the more gigantic being were to conduct a scan or make the realization, his aura was something different, it was- bright from a non-visual perspective, indicating extreme youth. The one who decloaked right there in front of Raiya was a Megalith infant. There was absolutely no way this could’ve been Ryssai.

    “It’s Legion!!” Hollered one of the Mici bridge staff, who were captivated by the sight presented to them. Being the critical thinker he was, Abbitt quickly leaned forward to issue a verbal warning, worried that the sudden arrival might startle Raiya. “Don’t open fire on him! He’s a baby!”

    Turns out they knew not just one, but two of her kin.

    It didn’t take long for said newborn to lurch forward, banking left as its speed increased to a fairly low level. Its flat-octogon-shaped head turned, gazing upon her hull directly as it hovered past her starboard side quietly, visually examining her from a short distance. Eventually, the infant in question altered course, making its way back toward her bow section.

    . . .

    A simple nod of agreement was given when his little digits crossed themselves with hers, soon following closely once the walk was initiated. Having no reason to feel anxious, Makaio went along as they approached the duo of Mediators, tucking his other arm under his cloak.

    The initial response to Roxanna’s question was a quick glance of acknowledgment, eye contact being received by both. The female’s head instantly snapped in her direction, unnaturally fast. “A lost Babbu? What’s your full name?” That same one asked, which prompted him to step forward once and answer with a gentle smile plastered across his white face. “Makaio Losrasee!”

    Once this was received, the male Mediator was seen tapping on holographic buttons mounted to his wrist, all of which were in an indiscernible language Roxanna wouldn’t understand since she wasn’t familiar with it, yet. “Wait a minute!! You’re the lost babbu that went missing a week ago from Mudville! Ulis, we need to get him back home!” He announced, having just stumbled across what was more than likely a Missing Persons report.

    “I’ll carry him to his house! You can follow us there! Just don’t crash into anybody. Hop on!” The female announced, where Makaio released his hand and leaped onto her so he could piggyback. Once on… That same Mici agent took off at unimaginable speeds on foot. The females of their species were speedsters! Quite a bit of dust was kicked up in her wake.

    “You following them? Or want me to drive you there to his house?” Asked the male Mediator, who offered to give Roxanna a lift if need be. Question was… In this new form of hers, could she also move/run at those speeds to join them? If so, she’d have to be careful not to injure herself or run into someone.

  • “Let’s not do that.” Advised the serpentine one, whose tone remained somewhat cold. His right wrist was raised after pressing a button, which he spoke into it. “Got one survivor up here, making our way down.”

    With each of his squad members lowering their weapons, the one leading them slithered forth, keeping all tendrils raised up. Once he was close enough, the Valorax in question extended an armored hand to her as an offering to take it. Said male only appeared as a silhouette with the light pouring in behind him from the forced entrance, making him resemble a god from the front.

    Regardless if she took it or not, the being introduced himself. “Axious Zorrial, chapter master of the Soul Hunters legion of the Liquidators-” Before he could finish, the woman had fainted right then and there. Instinctively so, both arms quickly extended outward to receive Zafira in time. His head tilted down when keeping a grip on said female. “Must’ve been startled.” He’d say to himself, turning to face his peers.

    “I’ll carry her. We’re all heading back outside.” Their superior ordered, soon moving the woman onto his left shoulder so she’d be easier to carry. From there on out, those same four men accompanying him took point and made their way back out from wince they came, with their Chapter Master following closely behind. The occasional blaster fire was heard each time another zombie attempted to ambush them from a corner, not once were they caught by surprise.

    In the event they exited, low booms and weapons fire echoed throughout those city streets, which were an absolute mess of vehicles, mangled/charred corpses, bits of rubble, or ashes. Several towers nearby were either leaking rising plumes of smoke, or raging infernos. Beyond that entrance in the hospital’s ravaged front courtyard, laid an APC, at least a dozen tanks, along with several squads of men and women outfitted with the same hazmat armor.

    “Wake up.” Said the extraterrestrial man when nudging Zafira’s neck with his snout, an attempt was made at helping her regain consciousness. Regardless, he slithered ahead towards their ground transport vehicle, soon reaching its rear entrance.

    “Got a live one over here, she may have valuable intel on the plague.” Anxious announced to the small group of soldiers on board, who gazed upon her out of curiosity with their weapons lowered. Their superior took up multiple seats to settle there and moved the draconic woman onto his arms on her back, facing him, eventually shaking her several times.

    “Still sleeping?”

    For such a grim situation, his composure never cracked, either because this was his specialty in life, or was really desensitized.

  • The distress calls were long since heeded, not from the hospital, but from the planetary government. Haste decisions were made once they received word about their situation and the biological hazard it posed to anyone living. It was the Liquidators who received their pleas.

    They had to act fast, and without hesitation, one of their finest Legions named the Soul Hunters, who were conveniently close due to stopping in a neighboring system for supplies, set out for the hellscape ahead. Everyone aboard their state-of-the-art warships started gearing up during their voyage.

    Since this infestation seemed to be a more feral state according to reports, their very own chapter master decided to participate in the coming ground assault. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do so, both to increase morale and enforce his own beliefs that most military leaders should be put in harm's way amongst their own troops. 

    "This is not a drill, I repeat: This is not a drill."

    The overhead intercom system would sound from within their assault ship, where countless crew and soldiers alike scrambled for the hangers. All of those men and women were covered from head to toe in an armored hazmat suit, each helmet having respirators equipped to avoid inhaling any toxic air, spores, or microorganisms that could potentially infect their bodies. Many were seen carrying incendiary weapons, primarily heavy flamers and radiation beam rifles.

    Inside a hangar bay where rows of dropships were being boarded, even Mici outfitted with similar armor carrying medical gear was seen. Eventually, the chapter master himself slithered in, clad in a dark, reflective brown suit made from multiple segments, which enclosed even his tail and squid-like tentacles. Soon, he'd make his way onto the troop compartment of a dropship until its doors closed, thrusters roaring to life.

    In a matter of moments upon exiting warp, each and every small craft, some of which carried tanks, exited before descending upon the globe. Soon they would all enter the atmosphere, nearly a hundred or so transport craft in total. Thankfully they wouldn't have to worry about anti-aircraft emplacements this time.

    . . .

    Just when she might’ve thought things couldn't get any louder from those undead intruders, the sounds of a ballistic weapon echoed about, then another, and multiple rounds. Even blaster fire could be heard, followed by the screeching if what was presumably the slaughter of zombies taking place downstairs. Loud booms were also heard coming from outside, in addition to low hums from some vehicles below. What was going on?

    Outside her door, loud thuds were hitting the walls as the moans from infected individuals were silenced in quick secession. Someone or something was throwing them around like rag dolls. 

    If she were to check the cameras, many dozens of figures could be observed moving about, wielding various radiation beam rifles. All wore black biohazard armor, including breathers, helmets, and tactical gear. The equipment they carried was not anything found in that world. Any infected they stumbled across were promptly executed on the spot as they moved about.

    There was one figure who stood out more than others: A serpentine male with tentacles similar to that of a squid, minus any suckers, wearing a similar suit. Said being appeared to be leading them, having just bashed in the door to the nursery where anyone seen attempting to haul away some infants was swiftly dealt with. Leaving one squad to tend to the newly born children, the extraterrestrial man made his way toward Zafira's position.

    Eventually, the door was outright bashed open, sending both halves scraping across the floor by surprise.

    About eight men had poured in through the opening, each initially aiming at Zafira until noticing she had not fallen to this plague. Soon, the Valorax who led them there slithered his way in, carrying a Chainsaw Sword in hand. "Found one." Said one of his underlings, who stood idly as the reptilian male gazed back at the Draconic woman from a short distance. His face was concealed by a reflective black visor.

    “Congratulations, you’re being rescued. Assuming you haven’t been infected, that is.” The half-serpent told her in his deep, soft tone, inquiring about whether or not she was bitten by any zombies. A simple hand motion was given for his entire squad to lower their weapons while keeping his chainsaw sword in hand, which was partially covered in crimson fluids from fighting his way there.

  • Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in orbit-

    The lights were out in private quarters, which consisted of round walls supported by ribbed columns painted in white, sleek furniture of the same color placed about, a large, circular bed surrounded by a ginormous pile of plushies from various words, with a window up against the back wall.

    Slumbering on top of a pillow snuggly was a male Mici dressed in a deep blue cloak, wearing a purple dress underneath with a gray scarf. The inner sides of his horns were jagged, with a blue bow in between, in addition to spiked cheeks like most.

    "Councilor Abbitt! Wake up!!" Immediately after a door had retracted open, another male in yellow had nearly sprinted inside and made a beeline for that bed. Hearing this made the one in blue squeak and reluctantly roll before sitting up right. "What's going on?" He would question.

    "Some ship claiming to be a Megalith is here, and it's not Ryssai! It bypassed the system parameter and is now in orbit of Epsilon Seven!" The steward warned, making his little black hues widen to the point of nearly bursting. This was a shocker.

    Without any second thought, said being scrambled in a massive hurry to get his little yellow shoes on, grab his personal communicator device, and several other devices/trinkets that were stashed under his cloak. “Send word to all captains throughout the system! And not to fire if there are no shots!!” He’d holler back, soon taking off into a sprint right out of his personal quarters then a corridor, amongst others who were making a beeline for their posts aboard whatever vessel they were on.

    Soon arriving at the highly decorative bridge, Abbitt made his way over to claim a seat beside the Captain’s chair. Next to him was the one commanding their massive vehicle: Another male Mici, wearing a light grey cloak containing white insignias and writings in its fabric, each with different meanings. Unlike the others, this one had curly horns.

    “Do the other Councilors know about the intruder?!”

    “Yes! All fleets are on standby, and standard procedures for First Contact are in place. The ship is holding position in orbit. What’re your orders, Ambassador Abbitt?”

    “Bring us near the Megalith, now.” Said the little diplomat/leader, who tapped a button on his armrest to send out a live audio feed to all friendly vessels across their system, which Raiya may or may not pick up on since they were heavily encrypted. 

    “Attention all Epislon captains: Any tactical cruisers and corvettes are to head for Epsilon Seven immediately and form up on the Messiah. This being is not Ryssai, I repeated, not Ryssai.”

    With that said, the very craft they were on, known as a Mici Tactical Cruiser, a large vessel of their own design had turned, soon activating its impulse drives for forward movement. Its current course was set to Raiya’s position, and it would not take them long to reach it. Should a certain machine Goddess herself be observing any movements, there was a lot of it, fleets of the same class, smaller crafts, and even a single Terran vessel going into warp in an attempt to reach her.

    Minutes later…

    The first to arrive was Abbitt’s flagship, the Messiah, which had come out of warp, along with hundreds of other vessels of Mici origin. Who would have thought such adorable creatures could build such impressive things? None had dared to confront Raiya, or get too close since they were on edge about seeing a Megalith they were not familiar with. They must’ve had contact with one before, somewhere.

    Their tactical cruiser(s) were quite large, sleek hulls with many round shapes, slopes, outfitted with arrays of high-end Tachyon Beam weapons, repair beam turrets that could heal allied vessels, and green particles/light emitting from their thrusters. In addition to this was a large number of Mici corvettes.

    “Hail them.” Instructed the diplomat from his bridge, everyone in his vicinity having watched the view screen upfront to see if anything would show. Regardless if there was an answer or not, Abbitt decided to transmit first in an attempt to communicate with their visitor, keeping a mostly calm tone when addressing her through their verbal comm network..

    “Starship Raiya, this is Ambassador Abbitt Strellous of the Epsilon Republic. I want to know your intentions and speak with you. Do you acknowledge?”

    . . .

    Another quick embrace was had when their guest moved his little arms around her much larger frame. He watched as Roxanna's entire figure compressed, morphed, and reduced herself nearly to his height since female Mici were only slightly taller than their male counterparts.

    Although amazed at first, his expression shifted into a more confused and concerned expression. An index finger lightly poked at her flesh until Makaio could find the words to describe it. "Your… skin is going to make people worry, Mici are only paper-white. Can you change it?" Her newfound friend would urge, which was true since their entire species had no variation when it came to the color of their flesh.

    . . .

    Now that they were on the ground, said Mici had begun walking across a sidewalk right after taking Roxanna's equally small hand. His trek was- aimless to say the least, frequently glancing around at various houses, which were shaped like seashells with segments, in addition to holographic street signs. He was attempting to figure out where exactly they were, and what direction his home was in, not an easy task since he was still very young by their standards. 

    "Where is it…"

    Up ahead at the corner of an intersection, two other individual Mici were standing idly; dressed in white/purple origami-patterned suits from head to toe, wearing black cloaks with white trimmings. Both wore utility belts, which held a number of devices/gear including a stasis pistol, along with a large cryo-beam weapon strapped to their backs. The two wore helmets that held the same pattern.

    Both appeared to be conversing with one another, with the male having shown a 3D image of Mici infants on a holographic/communicator card, the equivalent to a smartphone. The armored female could be heard gasping in delight upon seeing it, not paying any attention to the duo nearby. "They're so cuuute! Congrats to your sister on the babies!" She'd say.

    Just a short distance away, Makaio stopped, turning to face his friend in disguise. "Those are Mici Mediators, they protect everyone and stop mean tourists when they're being bad. They're kind of like- soldiers too. They can help us find mommy!' Right after announcing this, a realization hit him: If either one of those Mediators were psychic, there was a chance of them sensing that Roxanna wasn't one of them, which her friend noted. "But they might sense you're a Terran."

    This problem made him let out one long, depressing exhale as the corners of his mouth dropped into a frown. "Keep walking or ask them?" Makaio offered, unsure if this would be a setback.


  • “I think so too! Lots of Mici have psychic powers!” Just when she thought these peaceful entities might’ve been short on surprises, there was a strong implication that many could be born with telepathic abilities. To what extent did this go? The White Reaper must’ve been one of those lucky ones who had the gift, and likely used it for combat.

    “Maybe not, some Terrans like visiting.” Said their guest in response to the concerns they might’ve had in regards to setting off alarms, which was to be a likely case since they’d be arriving unannounced. The corners of his mouth rose into another bright smile at the thought of Roxanna joining him, but there was still one problem. A hand was placed under his chin, thinking for a moment. “Don’t know if I can point to it from space…”

    After a certain Megalith gave him a rundown on what her plan was, it didn’t take him long to glance aside and notice a pair of shoes made specifically for him. In an instant, his face lit up, followed by an audible gasp, his little hand rising up to his mouth, and a near squeal. Without hesitation, Makaio quickly took hold of both, admiring them with quite a bit of enthusiasm. “They’re so cute~!!” Soon, he’d slip his feet into them, having to lift the front of his cloak.

    “Let’s go!” Once on, the Mici quickly rose up and leaped from his seat, running directly towards Roxanna for their coming departure. Once near her ankles, both arms were spread out, as if gesturing for her to pick up him. “Maybe bring us somewhere where other Mici can help!” He’d propose, which might include a government building of some sort. Chances were, an embassy might’ve been their best bet, until he suddenly remembered some much-needed info.

    “My house is in the Ulaki territory in Goseeva city, by a lake!”

    Perhaps that was all they needed since a certain Megalith could easily track where that location was.

    . . .

    From orbit, their world was a highly saturated, colorful marble, almost rainbowy, with deep blue oceans that spanned across portions of their globe. Peering over its horizon was a bright, cobalt sun, which illuminated their surroundings, although it was much farther out compared to the distance between Earth and its sun, otherwise, conditions would’ve been far too hot.

    If the Megalith herself were to scan, view, or check her surroundings, there were untold numbers of objects: Everything from interstellar ships of Mici design, to large freighters, passenger liners from different civilizations, and even a couple of warships of unknown origin further out, some of which could be seen accompanying fleets of Mici craft. Many different defense stations and orbital gun emplacements were also present.

    As it turns out, their world was very heavily defended, knowing the kinds of beings who’d exploit them. They must’ve had an assortment of allies since there were combat-capable vessels from different factions patrolling their system.

    . . .

    If Raiya had gone through with warping them down, the sight they’d first bare witness to was a deep blue sky, with a pink gradient starting at the bottom. The plantlife present consisted of mostly white, pink, or light gray colors, quite exotic as one would expect from such an alien world.

    In whatever location the Megalith might choose, or close to a certain waterfront Makaio had described, there were monochrome streets, made from a shiny alloy that dirt could not easily stick to. The structures were either slopped or round, having many bone-like extensions, some ribbing, and floral carvings, which applied to both their sky-scrapers, residential buildings, and many others. Tall and thin arches with pink vines hanging down lined their roads, which often had sleek hovercar-like vehicles moving about, all of which had Mici on board.

    If none of it was breathtaking already, a lot of plants were integrated into their architecture/infrastructure, some buildings were even elevated off the ground above mini-forests as a means of letting their natural environment still exist.

    Regardless of the exact location Raiya would bring them, Makaio’s first reaction to being teleported there was him initially freezing. Seconds later- his black hues became more reflective as they got watery, his lips managing to rise up in a weak manner. He really was back home. The Mici could feel a lump in his throat now that they had arrived, visibly overwhelmed by the joy of being brought back where he belonged, never before did he imagine returning after losing hope. Now, all that remained was getting him back to his family.

    Slowly gazing up at Roxanna, the white-skinned extraterrestrial made it known that he was ready to go seek out his family, or embassy staff that could help. “Let’s go find them…”

    Perhaps someone in the Mici government could assist the woman in seeking out the White Reaper after the ordeal.

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