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Galactic Attraction; :Kya:
Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 06:00 PM (443 Views)
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Rhisika Tor

"Come to the Bersama Space Station! Dreams will come true under the administrative protection of valahr and human military pressences while you attend school, build your career or construct a family in a place of opportunity. Freedoms for civilian tenants are luxurious and under the watchful eye of the Collaboration of Galactic Races, or CGR, one can always feel safe to live as they wish. So come to the true frontier of opportunity - Bersama Space Station!"

The old advertisement, more like a baited lure, had been played so many times over that as she walked by, Rhisika Tor could mimic each word with the exact sultry volition as the computer VI. Their voices melded into one strange echoing sound of sensual allure that would have made any man, of most alien species, want to drop their lives and live on Bersama. Long legs pushed forward the lithe figure as she made her push towards the office of her employer, vibrant red tresses wisping about her narrow shoulders. The station had been her home and place of work for eighty years now. And like the station - her personality had done little change since first arriving. She was still brash, enigmatic, blunt, fun-loving and independent. Some had even gone so far as to call her a nuisance with her disrespectful banter and sultry appetite for mischief. She was beautiful, knew it well, and could manipulate easily due to her natural empathy; it was this that helped mold her. Of course, being of the valahr, a long-living race, she lacked the traditional 'forward thinking' that most valahr did. Rhisika lived like each day might be her last. But still nothing, not even time, had changed her.

Bersama Station too hadn't changed - the human and valahr military was still unable to completely wipe out the crime, gangs and illegal credit exchanges. The great CGR had yet to irradicate illegal immigrants, unregistered civialians and keep black market weapons from getting into the hands of those who would do harm. It was the typical occurances aboard a massive station. A place of great economy and comfort for those who had the money, and fantastic disappointment and dismay for those who were dead broke. The stastion was massive in size, with eight long arms protruding outward from the center which housed from upper to lower levels, main control, embassies, markets and the Rapid Transit systems. The upper decks of all the arms housed the more financially comfortable of all the alien races on the Bersama while the lower one went, the more violence and grime they were liekly to encounter. And though she worked in the third decks of central station, Rhisika preferred to be down amongst the gangs and vagabonds who knew danger could be both exhilerating and fun. Not to mention there was always some pretty yount thing working the cantinas.

Approaching the office of her employer, Rhisika smoothed her furrowed brows and set her shockingly red gaze on a kreyvi man who came into view beyond an automated door. Tredding forward confidently, Rhisika tweaked her head to one side, a finely arched brow cocking in unison with the act, "Remind me again, Minor, why it is I was set to process a new arrival? I more than adequately paid the pride for my 'insubordination'." The quotation marks the ginger gestured with her fingers was all but ignored as Rhisika leaned forward to rest those hands on the edge of Minor's desk, her breasts pressing tighter against her already skin-tight engineer's suit.

It was true, she'd had relations with her boss in the past, whether to dodge another insubordination punishment, or just because it seemed the fun thing to do at the time. But now she had lost her interest in men - they were too easy. Didn't make it any less fun for her though to extend some influence upon them with her beautiful body trapped within the tight confines of her personalized engineer suit. Most techs didn't get clothing like hers, but Rhisika had paid good money for this and a few others like it. Comformity was, after all, very unattractive in the eyes of a valahr woman. Of course, it made it easier that she'd been upgraded from working in dirty contruct vents to plaing out masterfully her skills with computer systems at a terminal in center station. She bit her lower lip and playfully cocked one brow even higher, empty promises playing in red eyes in hopes of escaping the new duty.

"You're going to go process a launchy, Rhisika, because your actions whilst executing previous consequencial punishments were less than the par response of one in that position." Minor's dual voice did little to hide the sly look of filthy, cocky attraction on his angular features. "Punishment is supposed to teach a lesson - not be pleasant and enjoyed." They shared a moment in which Rhisika forced upon Minor a feeling of disappointment; he recognized it easily as her way of telling him that she was never going to have sexual relations with him again, despite her flirty banter and sultry maneurisms. "Now go to docking bay six to meet your charge, she'll be arriving on the next transport vessel." Wavering one of three fingers over a hollographic display, a galactic clock appeared on the monitor, Minor's keenly male expression of confidence further annoying Rhisika as he mocked her with the time. "Gives you twelve minutes standard time to get there. I suggest you take the RT."

With that, the valahr woman turned on her heels in a huff and strode from the office shaking her head and grinding pearly white teeth. "Hilur ma oilo paat!" Loosely translated it was the meanest thing she could think to say of the man. It could be said that the kreyvi were an ugly race, but being valahr; Rhisika found beauty, or at least something akin to it, in almost every living species she could mate with. If it had the right parts and the right attitude - she could seek out the beauty of it's appearance over time.

A quick ride on the Rapid Transit system and Rhisika stood outside the pressurized scanning room with a PDA in hand; awaiting her charge against a wall. A human female.... oh, what fun.
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Zahara Trent 1.Zahara Trent 2

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She could still hear her mother's explanation running through her ears. It was practically the same words there were now being burned into her memory as an echoing and repetitive female voice coming from the speakers above her. Words like dreams and protection, career, family, freedom, safety, opportunity. At first she had fought hard against her mother's wish for her to move to the Bersama Space Station but after truly thinking about it she had come to accept it.

It wasn't like she was going to win against her mother anyways, not when Ms. Trent had her mind set on something.

Earth was not her home anymore, and she was both scared and excited to be moving to a place she had only heard about. This was the first time Zahara had done anything like this. She was normally a very sheltered girl, an innocent if it were to be called anything.

Everything was going to be new and strange, these were also words relayed to her by her mother. The last words before she had docked the ship that would take her to Bersama.

Now it was just the wait. Finding that she couldn't sit still without becoming antsy, Zahara pulled out a binder from her bag that contained all the information on where she would be staying. It included the place where she would be attending the final year of classes as well as where she would be working and who she would be under the apprenticeship of.

Brushing wisps of blond hair out of her face she carefully read the short bio on Rhisika Tor, a valahr. Another concept unknown to her, though she was sure it wouldn't be for long. While reading and the sultry mantra of the woman's voice over the speakers soon had Zahara falling asleep.

When next she woke up it was in an entirely new world. A man dressed in white, what looked like a jump suit, came up to her and informed her that they had landed and that she was to follow him. Swallowing thickly against the renewed fear she stood and carrying her black bag she followed the man.

Each step bringing her closer and closer to the new world she would soon be calling home.

"Zahara Trent, this is Rhisika Tor." Zahara had barely enough time to soak in the strange sights around her before she was being introduced to a woman with striking features and fiery red hair.
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Rhisika kept her gaze on the PDA in her hand until she was approached by the transport assistant in a white jumpsuit, the file on Zahara Trent being minimized in favour of appearing to have already researched her charge. The girl was a Earthborn, seemingly introverted but very capable of executing the task beset upon her. If nothing else; perhaps this girl could prove to be a useful way of getting out of trouble. Though, the valahr hadn't expected the girl to be as attractive as she was. Humans had a strange way of being either extremely beautiful or the exact polar opposite. Some one could barely mark as female. But those who were distinctly female, and had the attractiveness of their race, were nothing short of gorgeous.

Zahara seemed reserved and obviously nervous in the new setting versus what she had no doubt been comfortable with on Earth. Rhisika tweaked a playful smirk on her full red lips, "That'll be all, Dean." Some humans still had very twenty-first century names, whereas others had adopted alien ones for their beauty. 'Zahara' was an alien name to Rhisika; and it was begging for the valahr to speak it aloud. "Miss Zahara Trent..." Tanalyzing red orbs slid over the other's appearance in an exmaining fashion, the note of her good looks being hidden behind a calculating gaze. It was made to seem as if she were sizing the other up, which was partially the case.

"As you've just been told I am Rhisika Tor, leader of second VI construction and editing team, center station. For the time being you will study beneath me," A sick image of almost vulgar fantasy flitted behind her eyes and was gone just as quickly, "I expect nothing but your best." All the red head's words were smooth, serious and confident while in the earshot of Dean, the transport assistant. But when he was gone from earshot, Rhisika cocked a brow as was her fashion, a mischevious grin prying for dominance over her previous smirk.

"Come on, girl. Lets go." Nodding her in the direction of the corridor ahead, Rhisika purposely failed to relay where exactly they were heading. Surprises for the launchy will no doubt loosen her up.

Taking each well-placed step in her sauntering gait, the valahr gazed almost wildly at the newcomer, "Tell me about yourself, Zahara." As if she hadn't finished the human's file in its entirety.
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Zahara could barely focus on one thing for too long. Her soft blue eyes flitted from one thing to another. She had thought the technology on Earth was advanced but as she looked around she knew the scientists and inventors of her world still had a long way to go. It was shocking that just a few hundred thousand miles separation could be so different.

It wasn't until the woman finally spoke that the spell she had been under was broken and her attention returned once more to the red head in front of her. A being that was not human, that she had understood from the profile on Rhisika. It was strange to think that the woman before her was anything but human, but Zahara knew she had a lot to learn.

A blush passed over pale cheeks when Rhisika stared at her. It made Zahara slightly uncomfortable. She was used to being a wallflower and having people always look past her. Zahara did not see herself as anything special and was used to being perpetually ignored.

So as the Valahr looked her up and down she felt extremely embarrassed for some reason and shifted on her feet, gloved hands finding their way into her coat pockets. It was a shielding method, whenever she was uncomfortable she would close in on herself.

A bunch of words she didn't quite grasp came flowing from the soft lips of Rhisika in a way that was slightly intriguing. She found herself now staring more intently on the woman before her. In a way, Rhisika was beautiful. Zahara didn't have many girl friends on Earth so she couldn't quite judge looks, but to her, Rhisika was the epitome of beauty.

It seemed that her apprenticeship was starting immediately. "Of course. I shall try my best." She said softly, hefting the bag a bit more onto her shoulder as it had begun to slid off due to the hands in her pocket.

"Tell me about yourself, Zahara." That was a question she didn't hear often and her mouth parted because she was unsure of how to answer it. "Well, I'm nineteen years old and..." What exactly did Rhisika want to hear about her. Zahara tried to think of something interesting about herself but nothing came up... so she just paused and the blush returned on her cheeks before she thought of something else to say.

"And I never thought I would be here. Earth, my mother says, is going to hell. It isn't a safe place to live anymore and so she told me about this place and how much better it'd be for me to live here, so here I am." Hopefully that would be sufficient enough for the woman.
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The blushing was quant, adorable in the sense that she had yet to be scorned enough by the realities of her life that she was still able to feel anything close to subtle embarassment. Rhisika was beyond such things, not that she was too good for them; but that in her hundred-ten standard galactic years, she'd experienced too much to feel that she didn't deserve the wanton looks or to feel beatiful. She was confident, moreso than most of her race despite almost all of them being what Earthborns call 'lookers'. Seemingly fragile fingeritps passed over the tresses that tickled her bared chest, the image of crimson tree roots over white fields coming to mind at the thought of what it must have looked like.

"Nineteen, huh? Makes me feel old when I meet humans, I've got to tell you." Rhisika winked playfully as they continued down a corridor, took a left and soon were walking down the expanse of offices that turned slowly into waiting rooms then finally the RT stations. Alien races of all the Collaboration seats and those not yet deserving of one were mingling, chatting and merging; a great deal of them presenting humanoid forms despite their natural forms being something far more naturally off-putting. Some races that were evolutionary preditory had those amongst them that would change their forms with cosmetic surgeries, or projection systems that only when disturbed by an outside frequency would hide their appearance. While others of the same race would carry themselves with so much pride that they'd refuse to hide what they were, believing that if another were too fearful to look upon them; then they were weak.

"Yes - Earth has become something of a ticking time bomb, hasn't it? Now pay attention," Rhisika took the other by her free hand and spun her to face her, standing very close but to the side so she might whisper in her ear unheard by another. "While I understand this is all very new, do not - I repeat, do not stare at any alien with tattoos on their face. Even if they appear humanoid. There are those here that would do you harm just for your natural curiousity." Then, as if the valahr had not turned Zahara on the spot, they continued walking until they reached a RT vehicle that would take them to the lower decks of center station.

"Tell me of your mother, Zahara." They climbed into the auto-piloted vehicle, Rhisika taking a seat across from the human so she might watch her reactions while they rode to their destination. Crossing long, slender legs, the alien blinked away dryness from her fiery eyes and smiled, hands folded in her lap over her PDA.

"Is she beautiful as well?" The question was one that always either put off or shocked humans, none of them fully comfortable with valahr sexuality unless they themselves were complete scoundrels.
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Maybe it would have been best if Zahara had studied the world she was going to be living in before she had just up and left. It had been such a quick decision that she had barely had enough time to back her bags before she was being shipped off of Earth and towards the space station. At first she had wanted to know why her mother couldn't come with her but she realized that her mother didn't have the energy to move.

Mrs. Trent was quite ill and, well, Zahara didn't want to think about what was likely happening to her mother right now. She wanted to remember the other as she used to be, not how she was now.

Zahara laughed gently at the comment, tucking strands of her blond hair behind her ear. Nineteen wasn't very old in human years either but she could only imagine how young she must be compared to some of the people, or should she say aliens and other non-humans that lived on the space station. She wanted to ask how old the voluptuous red head was but didn't know if the question was appropriate or not.

As Rhisika had said earlier, she was to study beneath the woman. So in Zahara's mind Rhisika had become a mentor and a teacher and there were some boundaries that automatically appeared in her mind. A sense of formality was now in place. At least that was how it worked in on Earth.

She really hoped to learn the ways of Bersama soon, she didn't want to sound inept by constantly questioning what was constantly happening around her.

Zahara was having a hard time concentrating on one thing at a time, There were so many different creatures that she was unfamiliar with, many who appeared human but as she studied them further they were clearly something else. The atmosphere and the very buildings were completely strange and the more she stared the more complex and confusing everything got.

Blue eyes started to strain and she gave up trying to decipher everything, just as she did so she was being grabbed by Rhisika and told to not stare at the aliens with tattoos on their faces. "What?" She gasped at first, not understanding and curious eyes moved around Rhisika into the middle of the room. Blue orbs caught sight of the distinct profile of one of these aliens and she quickly averted her gaze. Well now she knew what not to look at. "Okay." Was her only reply as she continued to follow Rhisika towards the center of the station.

The sudden question of her mother and beauty stunned her. Was Rhisika implying that she herself was beautiful because if Rhisika was Zahara didn't quite understand that either. Once again there was nothing special about her looks, sure she knew she wasn't tragically made, but well... she was just plain. Simple blond hair and blue eyes, the typical dutch child wasn't it. Or was it Swedish. She couldn't quite remember, looking up towards the red head she noticed that the woman was staring at her intensely once more.

That flush reappeared and eyes lowered to the hands that were clasped on her lap. "My mother was beautiful once, before she got ill. She has cancer and has been fighting it for years. She has gotten really weak and since I have no other family she knew this was best for me, to move up here since she could no longer take care of me." Zahara sighed, just thinking about her mother alone on Earth made her eyes glaze over and a single tear to fall along her cheek.

Quickly brushing it away she sighed in hopes of changing the subject. "Would you mind telling me where we are going? I am very curious to learn more about what I am going to be doing..."
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Not posting today, but wanted to let you know I hadn't forgotten you!! Should have it up tomorrow, though.
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