wsmoore
23rd Feb 2009, 07:29
Intergalactic Dream
What defines a happy existence? Some would argue that happiness is a blissful acceptance of all existence, good and evil. Some would recommend that it is a selfish focus on one’s own satisfaction. Others yet suggest that happiness is an innate confidence in a desirable outcome. Still more are just happy to be able to feel anything at all. There are indeed undeniable facts of existence. That plant can grow where there was once fire. That peace can reign where there was once war. That life can occur despite death. Love can occur despite hate. And smiles can be seen through tears.
PAAAASSSSSHHHHHHH
A blast of super cooled steam and space dust particles burst forth from the docking gates as the flailing tentacles of the starship Fiabanx affixed themselves to the reception gate of the gigantic Roton space station. A lone short figure was left standing in the corridor covered with the settling space steam. His red overcoat was neatly pressed with the care of an obsessive compulsive, and his furry hair was slicked back and clean. He coughed once. Twice. Escort Feebox was well used to having to stand in front of the docking gate to receive important guests, but he always allowed himself a moment of resent as he coughed disdainfully. Then back to business, as greeter to the Roton space station he was the first being many international ambassadors would see as they stepped aboard.
“Well ready for the President of Alaxsxaq then are we?” came a squeaky annoying voice from behind him. The voice was considered annoying even by other greeters. Feebox turned his head to acknowledge his supervisor, Phojacks Phop.
“Indeed, superior greeter Phojacks.” Feebox responded curtly.
“And you will be sure to mention the importance of this year’s interstellar conference, celebrating not only the 60th anniversary of the Roton space station’s creation, but also the 61st anniversary of the Heiwa Peace Treaty Pact… Won’t you indeed?”
“Indeed, superior greeter Phojacks.”
“And you will be sure to mention the immensity of the glorious Roton space station, spanning four hundred seventy six intergalactic meters and exactly the equivalent of half the size of the Sobo galaxy’s sun… Won’t you indeed?” Phojacks drilled further, twitching his furry ears unconsciously.
“Indeed, superior greeter…”
“And you will be sure to mention the wide variety of glorious species involved in the Heiwa Peace Treaty Pact ranging from the pragmatic lizard people of Amphobos Seven to the gelatinous Jellious of the sea world Oceanican… Won’t you indeed?”
“Indeed, superio….”
“And you will of course mention….
“INDEED, superior greeter Phojacks.” Feebox spoke forcefully, wanting to hurry the annoying Phojacks away before their recently arrived guests boarded. Formal greeter protocol called for only a single greeter to be at each door upon arrival, for if there were two they would nag each other about the rules and completely forget the guest.
Escourtians were bread especially for their polite demeanor, strict adherence to greeting protocol, and pleasantly cute little rodent faces. When an intergalactic survey determined that they were the least threatening, though slightly stuck up, sentient life forms in the galaxy, they were quickly snatched up from their homes on the red carpet planet Escourtium to be used as greeters for the Roton space station. Shooing away Phojacks with an intergalactically recognized paw gesture, Feebox coughed once more. Then plastered the interstellarly infamous greeters grin across his furry snout.
It is widely agreed that the universe was created when an intangible thought spontaneously collided with an ethereal notion. This resulted in an explosion of passion and emotion which created all the known and unknown beings in existence, many of them being hostile and very angry with their sudden conception.
In just a few hundred short millennium, most beings aware enough to experience envy, avarice, and lust had achieved interstellar space travel methods and had progressed passed warring within their planet to warring with neighboring planets. After the more peaceful races were all enslaved or came under the influence of a stronger beingship, a delicate stalemate was reached which resulted in the Heiwa Peace Treaty Pact.
Feebox took a light squeaking breath and began his welcome speech to the newly arrived ship’s crew.
"Greetutations and welcgradulation to our grandtastic Roton Spa..."
PAAAASSSSSHHHHHHH...
Escort Feebox`s well rehearsed speech was cut short as another burst of super cold vapor blasted fourth from the gate, and a burly humanoid figure stepped through the doorway, briskly shaking the frost flakes from its mane as it yawned, exposing rows of pearly teeth matching its pure white fur. The Alaxsxaq native bodyguard readjusted the temperature monitor on its chest plate, which brought another spit of cold vapor down from an exhaust tube straight down on the small figure of Feebox it towered over. In one furred handpaw it held a large projectile firearm, and after making sure there was nothing more threatening in the greeting chamber than Feebox, it growled over its shoulder and proceeded to stomp into the room followed by three furry comrades.
Feebox coughed again. "...Roton space station for the interstellar PEACE conference. We hope you enjoy your sta..." PAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH. He was interrupted by another burst of frost as a different Alaxsxaq bodyguard readjusted his temperature monitor. They were a far way from the ice planet Alaxsxaq, and warmer climates were known to put the already aggressive natives in a foul mood.
"..enjoy your stay." Feebox finished quickly. He then quickly realized that the president of Alaxsxaq was not among the four polar warriors, and his greeting had fallen on furry indifferent ears.
A figure appeared behind the Alaxsxaqan natives, towered over by them but exuding a cold aura of power. Alaxsxaq President Willjian Moreh stepped through the condensation collecting in the gate to the greeting hall. The warm greeting mat hissed as his heavy ice laden boots pressed into it, and steam poured off him as his tight beige temperature regulating body suit adjusted itself to the new surroundings. The dark tribal designs on his arms and torso throbbed with an eerie black aura, and all the bobbles and talismans he has handing on his belt, shoulders and wrists jingled noisily as he took another step into the room.
His waist was adorned with a bright red sash, and as he stretched out to his full straight posture, the standard banner wings of the Moreh family grew and pulsed on his back. Around his neck hung a thick boa collar of grey fur that emphasized the pale skin on his sharply featured face, and his straight pure white hair, still dripping with cold moisture. His eyes on the other hand were so dark that they seemed like pure cold black pools. Feebox could also not help but notice the traditional katana and colliderpistol of the Alaxsxaq planet hanging from Willjian`s belt. He took another step, sniffed the air, and gazed upon Feebox.
"Greetutations... and.... and..." Feebox stuttered as he felt President Willjian`s cold eyes bore into him.
"Has the princess of Shikaakwa arrived..." the cold voice poured from deep inside Willjian`s chest and past his blue lips.
"Oh... yes! Yes, she arrive, in good health, thirty federation minutes ago." he responded sharply.
A growl issued forth from Willjian as he motioned to his squad and they stamped off down the hallway. Feebox let out a sigh, and noticed that he could still see his breath against the cold radiating from the doorway to the Alaxsxaq transport vessel.
"Zdrastvuyte! Willjian!" the shimmering voice came from a side corridor as the Alaxsxaqans strode by. Willjian turned to find the blond headed figure of Prince Felt Jeltz of the planet Chisnian coming towards him, followed by a uniform of fair-faced Chisnian maidens all adorned in skimpy costumes of yellow and reds. Or as far as the eye could tell, they were maidens. Chisnian people were renownly androgynous, often mistaking even their own kind for the opposite sex. In the beginning, this led to many misunderstanding and awkward situations, but eventually they learned to accept it and founded their national model "just go with the flow, baby."
"Zdrastvuyte, Felt. And how is your little universe today?" Willjian responded, hailing his old ally.
"Fellow, you really must get off that Ice hermitage more often, you look positively freezing!" Felt joked warmly, brushing away some of the remaining frost on Willjian`s furry collar.
"Look… Cold is what I do best." Willjian cracked a wide smile revealing his rows of sharp teeth. It was a smile both friendly and slightly scary. Despite being an odd character, Willjian was really just a friendly lifeform.
“I’m glad you could make it out thought, you know these events can get so everlastingly dull without good company.” Felt sighed,
“Jyamanai cha, I totally understand. Beings like you also need some more… practical characters around to keep you in check, don’t you.” Willjian spoke haughtily jokingly, “…and to keep you out of trouble if anything goes serious wrong.” He added gesturing to the Alaxsxaq envoy, who were pawing the ground restlessly. “Speaking of going wrong, have you seen Princess Atraan around yet?” Willjian inquired scratching the back of his head.
“Oh, her. Non, we just arrived here soon before yourself.” Felt responded.
"Ahem..." a polite, though insistent, cough issued from around their feet, as they noticed another Escourtian standing around their feet. His name tag, glistening with a polished shine, read `Escort Phojack.` His hand was out, as if expecting to receive something.
"Why Phojack my little fellow, have you come to beg another Chisnian lizard?" Felt sang teasingly as he held out a small baked amphibian. "You know, it would be a waste to give you this without a service or two.” Felt smiled delinquently and winked to Willjian, who just rolled his dark eyes. “This may be some of my party’s first visit to your glorious Roton Space Station, how about telling us a couple fun facts about the place." he charmed as he tossed the lizard to Phojack, who caught it and shoved it in his furry mouth without hesitation.
"Well... alright then." the rodent sighed between the smacking of his lips, as he hurriedly consumed the treat he had received. "The Roton Space Station.... oh dear!!!" the little rodent exclaimed as Willjian felt a sharp blade snake its way around his back and against his throat. In the same instant, realizing that the quarters were far too close to draw his Katana, Willjian unclipped his traditional colliderpistol and reaching back, brought it to bear on his assaulters’ soft forehead. Pawing the trigger lightly, time seemed as frozen as the ice still collected on his boots as he prepared to shoot.
"Harro." a sweet voice cooed with innocence into his ear from the being that the barrel of Willjian`s gun was trained on. "Soooo.... we meet again, hmmmm. I was hoping so." as the blade withdrew itself from his throat, leaving only the slightest of marks against Willjian`s pale skin.
"Princess Vantrai Atraan of Planet Shikaakwa... you look radiant as ever."
Princess Vantrai Atraan, the only daughter of the royal family of the windy tropical planet Shikaakwa, flicked the short cyber-blade back into her long flowing sleeve and stood back, grinning. Being born and raised in a rough environment had shaped her personality into that which would hardly be considered Princess-like by many, but was infinitely attractive to all.
“I know you like what you see, Willjian.” Vantrai grinned, putting her delicate hands on her slim waist. Though a shorter being, not many realized it because she compensated with a powerfully tall aura. Her neon green midriff cut dress was not for the weak of heart, and even the lifeforms with underdeveloped eyesight often commented on how even among the stetrillions of colorful planetary uniforms at the conferences, it was never difficult to pick her out from a crowd.
She ran one hand forward through her short spiked hair, the blackest thing about her, and gently twisted her fingers in her long bangs. The glint of mischievousness was evident in her dark brown earthy eyes, framed by bright green mascara and long eyelashes. Her small mouth was colored a playful shade of pink, contrasting the intense greens of the rest of her uniform.
Her neon green emerald studded dress flowed around her form tightly but delicately. The olive skin of her torso was outlined with embroidery of black swirls and patterns. The bottom part of the dress was a shimmering and fluid bright green embellished with glossy dark jade spots, like a long green river elegantly flowing out from her. From her back protruded two dark butterfly wings, with solid shades of black lines creating swirls inside them that were constantly flowing and changing.
“Oh yes my dear, you know me too well. And you know I want what I like, and I get what I want.” Willjian grinned wildly, running his tongue back and forth across his sharp front teeth as he stared deep into Vantrai’s eyes.
“Oh really… I’m ready for you to try something, young one. I daaaare you.” Vantrai smiled slyly back, letting the razor sharp cyber-blades peek out from her long sleeves slightly, their bright blue glow reflecting the bright sterile lights of the Roton space station hallway.
Felt rolled his eyes at the exchange between the two beings, from opposite sides of the universe and yet undeniably similar in the size of their egos.
“Awwww, and look at those sweet little fellows, hello there guys!” Willjian called out to the group of Shikaakwan warriors who had just rounded the corner. They chirped greetings and wiggled their long ears formally. Their big soft eyes contrasted greatly with the variety of firearms they each carried around their fat soft furry stomachs.
"...Anyways, Phojack my dear rodent, about that history!"
“Well then! The Roton spa…” Phojack began, eager to work now that he had consumed the snack.
“Oh dear! I always forget how impressive this place is…” Felt interrupted as the three ambassadors exited the hallway and entered the multigalactix main hall of the Roton space station.
Phojack scurried after them “Yes yes! Designed by the intergalactically recognized art genius Leonardo De Spoack, our Multigalactix main hall is highly aesthetically pleasing to all known races of the universe! The crystal ceilings are all directly mined protocrystalia from each union nation, ground down and repressed into the current shape you see here. The bright blue lights are specially designed to simulate the natural light of the vacation planet Paradisia. The Roton space stati…”
“Oh look! There is the representative from the wheat field planet of Takaho, adorned with that grassy skirt yet again. Will they ever update to a more modern material I wonder?” Felt interrupted again, as all the other representatives flooded into the main hall from various corridors.
“Looks really really itchy! Only go so far for fashion… they should really update.” Vantrai replied, “Oh hay look, Willjian, Shamus Portsmith from the arctic planet Enrando is over there, looks really sweaty… you two should get along, right?”
“Not so much really, after I convinced these fellows…” gesturing back to the polar Alaxsx warriors, gazing around with their black eyes and licking their chops at some of the more delicious looking lifeforms, “to join my cause, he never really got over the fact. If he wants to sit around and pout about it, more power to him. I’m not going to lose sleep over it. Plus, what’s he worried about, he has got those cute little guys.” Willjian chuckled, gesturing to the flock of tubby flightless birdcreatures waddling after a sweaty and agitated Shamus Portsmith. “I do have to admit, they all look smashing in their matching tuxedos.”
In the center of the multigalactix main hall was the large round table around which the conference was to take place.
“Ahhh, 61 years… what was the deal with this treaty again exactly?” Felt inquired.
“Meh, Willjian u tell him.” Vantrai shrugged.
“Come on, you are much older than I, and yet you don’t remember? Perhaps the old age is in fact getting to you…” Willjian shook his head. Vantrai pouted her lips and crossed her arms, “Well refresh my memory, young one!”
Willjian smiled. “You know… conflict, it is inevitable. Wherever life exists, conflict exists. There are beings who just cannot let other beings exist in happiness. Whether that is a flaw of themselves or a flaw of their society, it is unavoidable. Even a superior being” he accented “like myself suffers from flaws like avarice…”
“And lust!” Vantrai charmed, grinning widely.
“…oh uhhh….” Willjian looked around, Felt just rolled his eyes. “Yes. Lust.”
“And pride, too much pride!” She quipped again.
“Look…. Yeah. BUT. Envy, jealously, are the trademarks of the most irresolute kind of being…”
Vantrai just laughed again “Yes I knew the whole story from the start, I just wanted to hear you tell me in that lovely informative voice!”
“Well then, tell us how it ends.” Willjian dared.
“ Oh hey look at that!” Vantrai exclaimed, and Willjian and Felt both turned to look where she was pointing.
“What, Yamese Paket, the queen of that desert land Arobo? Yeah, that is pretty fantastic the way her sash is bending colors like that. Feels like looking at every color of a space rainbow at once doesn’t it, really matches those white eyes …” Willjian commented, turning back to find that Vantrai had disappeared.
“That sneaky…” Felt started.
“Just kidding!” Vantrai stepped out from behind one of the large polar warriors, who was preoccupied scratching his furry ear. “So we are at this conference to protect the peace of the universe from those who want too big of a slice of the pie aren’t we. Let’s do it!” She turned to find her seat at the large table.
“That’s the just of it.” Willjian strode close behind Vantrai, and for an instant she could feel the pounding of three separate hearts within his chest against her. She shivered and stepped forward. “You are so cold!” She turned and laughed, waving her finger in front of his furry face “Brrr! Bad boy! Bad!”
“So you are all still members of our club.” A stinging voice rang out from the entrance. There stood a long lean being, his shockingly red hair running down his body. Just gazing at his fiery hair and neon yellow bright dress could have made the Mole People of Burri 4 go even more blind, but his gorgeous olive skin gave an impression of certain beauty. However, something about there being just a little too much oil on his face, or a little too much Liftian Wax in his hair conveyed an impression of sleaziness. His eyes were hard and judging as he gazed around the room, eventually making his way in and heading straight for Vantrai and Willjian. Following in the room after her was a very large group of skinmen from the Tropical forests of the planet Hali. Their scaly faces all leered at the female members of the council as the overtly licked their chops, and joked with each other.
“Oh yippie, Kaoh Kri is finally here.” Vantrai sighed. The tall redhaired man had always exhibited an aura of hatred around Vantrai, which was something Vantrai had become used to and stopped caring about.
The floral fragrance was overpowering as he strode up.
“Why, I would be totally remise if I didn’t greet two of our coalition’s most famous fighters first. Of course, the Heiwa Treaty would be nothing without me, but we will always need simple grunts like you two too.” Kaoh Kri spoke smugly.
“Ohhhh, Willjian, that number looks like it really took some effort to keep together. Makes you stand out if nothing else! Really works for you.” He cast his eyes up and down Willjian.
“Why, thank you. I know, I know…” Willjian let his pride take over and smiled, “It all fits the lifestyle you know. That neon yellow is really wild too.”
Vantrai didn’t say anything, pretending to look around at the other guests on the station.
“You know what really confuses me though, and something that we simply must bring up today, is the fact that these once great warriors have somehow become pacifists! Real beings like me are actually doing something about rebel planets across the universe. I am upholding the true vision of our group.” Kaoh cut straight to the point.
“But, how can you justify calling some of those ‘rebel planets’? Many of them are yet immature races, living and dying within themselves, hardly aware of the universe around them. They are living in relative peace and bliss, can’t you let them have that sort of happiness without imposing your strict rules on them?” Vantrai couldn’t contain herself any more. “Furthermore, you know we were as much founding members of this confederation as you were. You are making all these new rules for new members, and you have no authority to.”
Kaoh cocked his head at Vantrai, “Well well. If you think my rules are strict, bring them up with the council today. We are about to start anyways…” then he muttered something under his breath and stalked away, turning back to glare quickly before finding his seat at the table.
“Nice fellow, as usual…” Willjian exhaled, sarcastically.
“I could swear I saw a drip of oil fall from his chin…” Felt muttered.
Vantrai just rolled her eyes.
Kaoh Kri sat down and let his twin Painbracers rest on the table in front of him. A weapon known to inflict lots of agony but only actually kill on the highest setting, the Painbracer was in discussion to be put on the list of unethical weapons. His face seemed to grow more and more oily with each passing second.
As the ambassadors, presidents, and royalty of each planet filtered into the room, their entourage was quarantined to locked rooms directly behind each chair. Some of the breeds were known to be more aggressive and highly disruptive to the diplomatic scenery of the interstellar conference. In the effort of fairness and to force the power of the individual to prove a point without using threat of physical force, all the entourages were to be left out of the room.
Seats were taken around the huge round table. Vantrai and Willjian were seated next to each other. An automated system popped up to announce the beginning of the conference.
What defines a happy existence? Some would argue that happiness is a blissful acceptance of all existence, good and evil. Some would recommend that it is a selfish focus on one’s own satisfaction. Others yet suggest that happiness is an innate confidence in a desirable outcome. Still more are just happy to be able to feel anything at all. There are indeed undeniable facts of existence. That plant can grow where there was once fire. That peace can reign where there was once war. That life can occur despite death. Love can occur despite hate. And smiles can be seen through tears.
PAAAASSSSSHHHHHHH
A blast of super cooled steam and space dust particles burst forth from the docking gates as the flailing tentacles of the starship Fiabanx affixed themselves to the reception gate of the gigantic Roton space station. A lone short figure was left standing in the corridor covered with the settling space steam. His red overcoat was neatly pressed with the care of an obsessive compulsive, and his furry hair was slicked back and clean. He coughed once. Twice. Escort Feebox was well used to having to stand in front of the docking gate to receive important guests, but he always allowed himself a moment of resent as he coughed disdainfully. Then back to business, as greeter to the Roton space station he was the first being many international ambassadors would see as they stepped aboard.
“Well ready for the President of Alaxsxaq then are we?” came a squeaky annoying voice from behind him. The voice was considered annoying even by other greeters. Feebox turned his head to acknowledge his supervisor, Phojacks Phop.
“Indeed, superior greeter Phojacks.” Feebox responded curtly.
“And you will be sure to mention the importance of this year’s interstellar conference, celebrating not only the 60th anniversary of the Roton space station’s creation, but also the 61st anniversary of the Heiwa Peace Treaty Pact… Won’t you indeed?”
“Indeed, superior greeter Phojacks.”
“And you will be sure to mention the immensity of the glorious Roton space station, spanning four hundred seventy six intergalactic meters and exactly the equivalent of half the size of the Sobo galaxy’s sun… Won’t you indeed?” Phojacks drilled further, twitching his furry ears unconsciously.
“Indeed, superior greeter…”
“And you will be sure to mention the wide variety of glorious species involved in the Heiwa Peace Treaty Pact ranging from the pragmatic lizard people of Amphobos Seven to the gelatinous Jellious of the sea world Oceanican… Won’t you indeed?”
“Indeed, superio….”
“And you will of course mention….
“INDEED, superior greeter Phojacks.” Feebox spoke forcefully, wanting to hurry the annoying Phojacks away before their recently arrived guests boarded. Formal greeter protocol called for only a single greeter to be at each door upon arrival, for if there were two they would nag each other about the rules and completely forget the guest.
Escourtians were bread especially for their polite demeanor, strict adherence to greeting protocol, and pleasantly cute little rodent faces. When an intergalactic survey determined that they were the least threatening, though slightly stuck up, sentient life forms in the galaxy, they were quickly snatched up from their homes on the red carpet planet Escourtium to be used as greeters for the Roton space station. Shooing away Phojacks with an intergalactically recognized paw gesture, Feebox coughed once more. Then plastered the interstellarly infamous greeters grin across his furry snout.
It is widely agreed that the universe was created when an intangible thought spontaneously collided with an ethereal notion. This resulted in an explosion of passion and emotion which created all the known and unknown beings in existence, many of them being hostile and very angry with their sudden conception.
In just a few hundred short millennium, most beings aware enough to experience envy, avarice, and lust had achieved interstellar space travel methods and had progressed passed warring within their planet to warring with neighboring planets. After the more peaceful races were all enslaved or came under the influence of a stronger beingship, a delicate stalemate was reached which resulted in the Heiwa Peace Treaty Pact.
Feebox took a light squeaking breath and began his welcome speech to the newly arrived ship’s crew.
"Greetutations and welcgradulation to our grandtastic Roton Spa..."
PAAAASSSSSHHHHHHH...
Escort Feebox`s well rehearsed speech was cut short as another burst of super cold vapor blasted fourth from the gate, and a burly humanoid figure stepped through the doorway, briskly shaking the frost flakes from its mane as it yawned, exposing rows of pearly teeth matching its pure white fur. The Alaxsxaq native bodyguard readjusted the temperature monitor on its chest plate, which brought another spit of cold vapor down from an exhaust tube straight down on the small figure of Feebox it towered over. In one furred handpaw it held a large projectile firearm, and after making sure there was nothing more threatening in the greeting chamber than Feebox, it growled over its shoulder and proceeded to stomp into the room followed by three furry comrades.
Feebox coughed again. "...Roton space station for the interstellar PEACE conference. We hope you enjoy your sta..." PAAAAASSSSSHHHHHH. He was interrupted by another burst of frost as a different Alaxsxaq bodyguard readjusted his temperature monitor. They were a far way from the ice planet Alaxsxaq, and warmer climates were known to put the already aggressive natives in a foul mood.
"..enjoy your stay." Feebox finished quickly. He then quickly realized that the president of Alaxsxaq was not among the four polar warriors, and his greeting had fallen on furry indifferent ears.
A figure appeared behind the Alaxsxaqan natives, towered over by them but exuding a cold aura of power. Alaxsxaq President Willjian Moreh stepped through the condensation collecting in the gate to the greeting hall. The warm greeting mat hissed as his heavy ice laden boots pressed into it, and steam poured off him as his tight beige temperature regulating body suit adjusted itself to the new surroundings. The dark tribal designs on his arms and torso throbbed with an eerie black aura, and all the bobbles and talismans he has handing on his belt, shoulders and wrists jingled noisily as he took another step into the room.
His waist was adorned with a bright red sash, and as he stretched out to his full straight posture, the standard banner wings of the Moreh family grew and pulsed on his back. Around his neck hung a thick boa collar of grey fur that emphasized the pale skin on his sharply featured face, and his straight pure white hair, still dripping with cold moisture. His eyes on the other hand were so dark that they seemed like pure cold black pools. Feebox could also not help but notice the traditional katana and colliderpistol of the Alaxsxaq planet hanging from Willjian`s belt. He took another step, sniffed the air, and gazed upon Feebox.
"Greetutations... and.... and..." Feebox stuttered as he felt President Willjian`s cold eyes bore into him.
"Has the princess of Shikaakwa arrived..." the cold voice poured from deep inside Willjian`s chest and past his blue lips.
"Oh... yes! Yes, she arrive, in good health, thirty federation minutes ago." he responded sharply.
A growl issued forth from Willjian as he motioned to his squad and they stamped off down the hallway. Feebox let out a sigh, and noticed that he could still see his breath against the cold radiating from the doorway to the Alaxsxaq transport vessel.
"Zdrastvuyte! Willjian!" the shimmering voice came from a side corridor as the Alaxsxaqans strode by. Willjian turned to find the blond headed figure of Prince Felt Jeltz of the planet Chisnian coming towards him, followed by a uniform of fair-faced Chisnian maidens all adorned in skimpy costumes of yellow and reds. Or as far as the eye could tell, they were maidens. Chisnian people were renownly androgynous, often mistaking even their own kind for the opposite sex. In the beginning, this led to many misunderstanding and awkward situations, but eventually they learned to accept it and founded their national model "just go with the flow, baby."
"Zdrastvuyte, Felt. And how is your little universe today?" Willjian responded, hailing his old ally.
"Fellow, you really must get off that Ice hermitage more often, you look positively freezing!" Felt joked warmly, brushing away some of the remaining frost on Willjian`s furry collar.
"Look… Cold is what I do best." Willjian cracked a wide smile revealing his rows of sharp teeth. It was a smile both friendly and slightly scary. Despite being an odd character, Willjian was really just a friendly lifeform.
“I’m glad you could make it out thought, you know these events can get so everlastingly dull without good company.” Felt sighed,
“Jyamanai cha, I totally understand. Beings like you also need some more… practical characters around to keep you in check, don’t you.” Willjian spoke haughtily jokingly, “…and to keep you out of trouble if anything goes serious wrong.” He added gesturing to the Alaxsxaq envoy, who were pawing the ground restlessly. “Speaking of going wrong, have you seen Princess Atraan around yet?” Willjian inquired scratching the back of his head.
“Oh, her. Non, we just arrived here soon before yourself.” Felt responded.
"Ahem..." a polite, though insistent, cough issued from around their feet, as they noticed another Escourtian standing around their feet. His name tag, glistening with a polished shine, read `Escort Phojack.` His hand was out, as if expecting to receive something.
"Why Phojack my little fellow, have you come to beg another Chisnian lizard?" Felt sang teasingly as he held out a small baked amphibian. "You know, it would be a waste to give you this without a service or two.” Felt smiled delinquently and winked to Willjian, who just rolled his dark eyes. “This may be some of my party’s first visit to your glorious Roton Space Station, how about telling us a couple fun facts about the place." he charmed as he tossed the lizard to Phojack, who caught it and shoved it in his furry mouth without hesitation.
"Well... alright then." the rodent sighed between the smacking of his lips, as he hurriedly consumed the treat he had received. "The Roton Space Station.... oh dear!!!" the little rodent exclaimed as Willjian felt a sharp blade snake its way around his back and against his throat. In the same instant, realizing that the quarters were far too close to draw his Katana, Willjian unclipped his traditional colliderpistol and reaching back, brought it to bear on his assaulters’ soft forehead. Pawing the trigger lightly, time seemed as frozen as the ice still collected on his boots as he prepared to shoot.
"Harro." a sweet voice cooed with innocence into his ear from the being that the barrel of Willjian`s gun was trained on. "Soooo.... we meet again, hmmmm. I was hoping so." as the blade withdrew itself from his throat, leaving only the slightest of marks against Willjian`s pale skin.
"Princess Vantrai Atraan of Planet Shikaakwa... you look radiant as ever."
Princess Vantrai Atraan, the only daughter of the royal family of the windy tropical planet Shikaakwa, flicked the short cyber-blade back into her long flowing sleeve and stood back, grinning. Being born and raised in a rough environment had shaped her personality into that which would hardly be considered Princess-like by many, but was infinitely attractive to all.
“I know you like what you see, Willjian.” Vantrai grinned, putting her delicate hands on her slim waist. Though a shorter being, not many realized it because she compensated with a powerfully tall aura. Her neon green midriff cut dress was not for the weak of heart, and even the lifeforms with underdeveloped eyesight often commented on how even among the stetrillions of colorful planetary uniforms at the conferences, it was never difficult to pick her out from a crowd.
She ran one hand forward through her short spiked hair, the blackest thing about her, and gently twisted her fingers in her long bangs. The glint of mischievousness was evident in her dark brown earthy eyes, framed by bright green mascara and long eyelashes. Her small mouth was colored a playful shade of pink, contrasting the intense greens of the rest of her uniform.
Her neon green emerald studded dress flowed around her form tightly but delicately. The olive skin of her torso was outlined with embroidery of black swirls and patterns. The bottom part of the dress was a shimmering and fluid bright green embellished with glossy dark jade spots, like a long green river elegantly flowing out from her. From her back protruded two dark butterfly wings, with solid shades of black lines creating swirls inside them that were constantly flowing and changing.
“Oh yes my dear, you know me too well. And you know I want what I like, and I get what I want.” Willjian grinned wildly, running his tongue back and forth across his sharp front teeth as he stared deep into Vantrai’s eyes.
“Oh really… I’m ready for you to try something, young one. I daaaare you.” Vantrai smiled slyly back, letting the razor sharp cyber-blades peek out from her long sleeves slightly, their bright blue glow reflecting the bright sterile lights of the Roton space station hallway.
Felt rolled his eyes at the exchange between the two beings, from opposite sides of the universe and yet undeniably similar in the size of their egos.
“Awwww, and look at those sweet little fellows, hello there guys!” Willjian called out to the group of Shikaakwan warriors who had just rounded the corner. They chirped greetings and wiggled their long ears formally. Their big soft eyes contrasted greatly with the variety of firearms they each carried around their fat soft furry stomachs.
"...Anyways, Phojack my dear rodent, about that history!"
“Well then! The Roton spa…” Phojack began, eager to work now that he had consumed the snack.
“Oh dear! I always forget how impressive this place is…” Felt interrupted as the three ambassadors exited the hallway and entered the multigalactix main hall of the Roton space station.
Phojack scurried after them “Yes yes! Designed by the intergalactically recognized art genius Leonardo De Spoack, our Multigalactix main hall is highly aesthetically pleasing to all known races of the universe! The crystal ceilings are all directly mined protocrystalia from each union nation, ground down and repressed into the current shape you see here. The bright blue lights are specially designed to simulate the natural light of the vacation planet Paradisia. The Roton space stati…”
“Oh look! There is the representative from the wheat field planet of Takaho, adorned with that grassy skirt yet again. Will they ever update to a more modern material I wonder?” Felt interrupted again, as all the other representatives flooded into the main hall from various corridors.
“Looks really really itchy! Only go so far for fashion… they should really update.” Vantrai replied, “Oh hay look, Willjian, Shamus Portsmith from the arctic planet Enrando is over there, looks really sweaty… you two should get along, right?”
“Not so much really, after I convinced these fellows…” gesturing back to the polar Alaxsx warriors, gazing around with their black eyes and licking their chops at some of the more delicious looking lifeforms, “to join my cause, he never really got over the fact. If he wants to sit around and pout about it, more power to him. I’m not going to lose sleep over it. Plus, what’s he worried about, he has got those cute little guys.” Willjian chuckled, gesturing to the flock of tubby flightless birdcreatures waddling after a sweaty and agitated Shamus Portsmith. “I do have to admit, they all look smashing in their matching tuxedos.”
In the center of the multigalactix main hall was the large round table around which the conference was to take place.
“Ahhh, 61 years… what was the deal with this treaty again exactly?” Felt inquired.
“Meh, Willjian u tell him.” Vantrai shrugged.
“Come on, you are much older than I, and yet you don’t remember? Perhaps the old age is in fact getting to you…” Willjian shook his head. Vantrai pouted her lips and crossed her arms, “Well refresh my memory, young one!”
Willjian smiled. “You know… conflict, it is inevitable. Wherever life exists, conflict exists. There are beings who just cannot let other beings exist in happiness. Whether that is a flaw of themselves or a flaw of their society, it is unavoidable. Even a superior being” he accented “like myself suffers from flaws like avarice…”
“And lust!” Vantrai charmed, grinning widely.
“…oh uhhh….” Willjian looked around, Felt just rolled his eyes. “Yes. Lust.”
“And pride, too much pride!” She quipped again.
“Look…. Yeah. BUT. Envy, jealously, are the trademarks of the most irresolute kind of being…”
Vantrai just laughed again “Yes I knew the whole story from the start, I just wanted to hear you tell me in that lovely informative voice!”
“Well then, tell us how it ends.” Willjian dared.
“ Oh hey look at that!” Vantrai exclaimed, and Willjian and Felt both turned to look where she was pointing.
“What, Yamese Paket, the queen of that desert land Arobo? Yeah, that is pretty fantastic the way her sash is bending colors like that. Feels like looking at every color of a space rainbow at once doesn’t it, really matches those white eyes …” Willjian commented, turning back to find that Vantrai had disappeared.
“That sneaky…” Felt started.
“Just kidding!” Vantrai stepped out from behind one of the large polar warriors, who was preoccupied scratching his furry ear. “So we are at this conference to protect the peace of the universe from those who want too big of a slice of the pie aren’t we. Let’s do it!” She turned to find her seat at the large table.
“That’s the just of it.” Willjian strode close behind Vantrai, and for an instant she could feel the pounding of three separate hearts within his chest against her. She shivered and stepped forward. “You are so cold!” She turned and laughed, waving her finger in front of his furry face “Brrr! Bad boy! Bad!”
“So you are all still members of our club.” A stinging voice rang out from the entrance. There stood a long lean being, his shockingly red hair running down his body. Just gazing at his fiery hair and neon yellow bright dress could have made the Mole People of Burri 4 go even more blind, but his gorgeous olive skin gave an impression of certain beauty. However, something about there being just a little too much oil on his face, or a little too much Liftian Wax in his hair conveyed an impression of sleaziness. His eyes were hard and judging as he gazed around the room, eventually making his way in and heading straight for Vantrai and Willjian. Following in the room after her was a very large group of skinmen from the Tropical forests of the planet Hali. Their scaly faces all leered at the female members of the council as the overtly licked their chops, and joked with each other.
“Oh yippie, Kaoh Kri is finally here.” Vantrai sighed. The tall redhaired man had always exhibited an aura of hatred around Vantrai, which was something Vantrai had become used to and stopped caring about.
The floral fragrance was overpowering as he strode up.
“Why, I would be totally remise if I didn’t greet two of our coalition’s most famous fighters first. Of course, the Heiwa Treaty would be nothing without me, but we will always need simple grunts like you two too.” Kaoh Kri spoke smugly.
“Ohhhh, Willjian, that number looks like it really took some effort to keep together. Makes you stand out if nothing else! Really works for you.” He cast his eyes up and down Willjian.
“Why, thank you. I know, I know…” Willjian let his pride take over and smiled, “It all fits the lifestyle you know. That neon yellow is really wild too.”
Vantrai didn’t say anything, pretending to look around at the other guests on the station.
“You know what really confuses me though, and something that we simply must bring up today, is the fact that these once great warriors have somehow become pacifists! Real beings like me are actually doing something about rebel planets across the universe. I am upholding the true vision of our group.” Kaoh cut straight to the point.
“But, how can you justify calling some of those ‘rebel planets’? Many of them are yet immature races, living and dying within themselves, hardly aware of the universe around them. They are living in relative peace and bliss, can’t you let them have that sort of happiness without imposing your strict rules on them?” Vantrai couldn’t contain herself any more. “Furthermore, you know we were as much founding members of this confederation as you were. You are making all these new rules for new members, and you have no authority to.”
Kaoh cocked his head at Vantrai, “Well well. If you think my rules are strict, bring them up with the council today. We are about to start anyways…” then he muttered something under his breath and stalked away, turning back to glare quickly before finding his seat at the table.
“Nice fellow, as usual…” Willjian exhaled, sarcastically.
“I could swear I saw a drip of oil fall from his chin…” Felt muttered.
Vantrai just rolled her eyes.
Kaoh Kri sat down and let his twin Painbracers rest on the table in front of him. A weapon known to inflict lots of agony but only actually kill on the highest setting, the Painbracer was in discussion to be put on the list of unethical weapons. His face seemed to grow more and more oily with each passing second.
As the ambassadors, presidents, and royalty of each planet filtered into the room, their entourage was quarantined to locked rooms directly behind each chair. Some of the breeds were known to be more aggressive and highly disruptive to the diplomatic scenery of the interstellar conference. In the effort of fairness and to force the power of the individual to prove a point without using threat of physical force, all the entourages were to be left out of the room.
Seats were taken around the huge round table. Vantrai and Willjian were seated next to each other. An automated system popped up to announce the beginning of the conference.