Waning Options

An old rust bucket ship waddled through space, lagging in the black, speckled sly. The sluggish speed at which it traveled was more or less because of its damages. It was a patchwork ship, having to be repaired over and over and over just to get it off the ground. It was a lost cause, but it was all he had. The small mobile sputtered and kicked as the engines pushed themselves to their limits in the agonizing task of going that much more forward.

Rust littered the ships in hazard, formed at little points like dried raindrops on metal. In some areas the metal looked warped and the paint burned away or discolored. The damage was bad enough the the insignia on the ship was hardly recognizable and with a close look it could be seen that it was in fact the logo of the army of the UWUC. Spots showed evidence of repaired holes. The vehicle itself was riddled with so many dents that it almost looked like it was slowly imploding in on itself and it may have been. The inside of the small cruiser was cramped where dents were visible from the inside. There was disarray. Wires were visibly snapped and some had shoddy repaired. Holes broke open where wires had to be removed and reconnected to the adjacent wall. The other available seats were taken up by either pieces of the broken ship or more wires. The front seat was occupied by a young galaxior.

His long clawed fingers curled around the handle with the grip of a viper or as if loosening his hold would cause the ship to shudder and break apart. His eyes were locked forward, staring at the planet just in front of him. If his mind were still right and his memory intact then this was the planet of Masteias. It was always the hardest for him to find when he studied maps and then became the one he took the most interest in. He was well acquainted with the knowledge of their defenses. They were a peaceful race (to their outsiders at least), but they didn't take their chances.

Juido's eyes squinted from the illumination of the planet. He hoped they would let him in, he needed them to, actually. He wouldn't get much farther with the ship in this condition. He didn't have much money to buy a new ship, but he could try for another repair. Judio looked at his controls and watched the flashing red light. Oh yes, and fuel.

A officer ran down the hall and slid before running to the Master Commanders office, outsiders were directed straight to the leader of the planet and someone coming even in a broken down wreck had to be reported. Viral sat at his desk a live Mukai running around! The creature was about a meter long with sharp fangs and a bony tail and covered in blue fur, Viral licked his lips and fast as lightning grabbed the creature by the tail and threw it into the air and caught it in his sharp teeth filled mouth and bit down as hot blue blood ran down his throat the bones crunching by his powerful jaws and swallowed.

Viral stood up and turned to his Officer. "Report son." The Virus officer saluted his legs shaking in the presence of the Master Commander as he reported the ship coming in and watched the cold smile spread over his leaders features. Master Commander walked past the officer and donned his clothes setting the long blade on his tail and the weapons of his choice before walking out of his office and to the video room and sat down looking on the screen at the ship and chuckled at such a piece of junk. Anything like that in his military the owner would have been fed to the Viper wolves.

Viral nodded to one of his Soldiers a large Cure who activated a signal, a moment later five sky ships flew out each one armed enough to take down a war ship if necessary, They flew closer to the ship then stopped and hovered there weapons locked on the ship. Viral reached over to the coms and sent a request signal to the ship. The signal opened up the video coms and Viral came onto the screen his slitted golden eyes staring at the person in the ship and slid a fork tongue out over his teeth. "I am Master Commander of the Legion Military and ruler of Planet Masteias, you have entered unauthorized space without a permit! Surrender now or you will be shot down....if your ship doesn't fall apart on it's own." Master Commander stared at the person and waited for a response.

Juido checked the status of his controls and the condition of his ships. Red lights flashed everywhere, warning him of failed features that had gone out weeks ago. He was nervous, always wondering if the ship could take the forces of entry. It would be tight, he knew.

"Incoming message!" A feminine robotic voice managed to stutter crudely from hidden speakers. Let this be a good one... A holographic screen popped in front of him, giving an option of declining or receiving the video message. He quickly pressed 'Accept'. Quickly the screen changed into its camera settings, showing the face of his caller on the other end. The screen twitched, going in and coming out and the words that followed were broken and shoddy. Master Commander? He was speaking to the guy on top then. He needed permit to be here! A permit, of course! He didn't have the money--or the time-- to get one. He hoped they could overlook it for pitiful old him.

Surrender? Was all that necessary? Juido glanced at the five ships that surrounded him, weapons armed and ready. "Surrender?" He wasn't a fan of the word. "Yes, fully. Now that I have may I--not to be demanding--land here? I have very little time." He'd much rather land on the planet than crash when the broken ship was sucked in by the planet's gravity.

Master Commander stared back before waving a hand and the five ships moved behind the rusted ship cruiser to escort it. "My planet will kill you so instead you may dock here and we will discuss your lack of permit in our air space." Viral nodded as one of the loading bays open and a hologram ramp appeared. Viral stood up and turned walking out of the video room and down to where the ships were docked. As he moved a group of both Virus and Cures surrounded him each one armored and carrying pulse rifles and plasma cannons to protect there leader.

Master Commander walked through a door that slid open and stopped at the docking bay his hands behind him as he turned his head a transparent mask on his and the others face that worked for air in space, the only ones not wearing the masks were the Cures who could hold there breaths for hours and even fight while holding there breath. Viral laid a hand on his crescent moon bladed bolo his hip which was strong enough to take down a charging Viper wolf.

K-Kill him? That was unnerving. Juido readied his ship for landing. It wasn't going to be an easy task. With five ships escorting him he was afraid that he'd run into one or some other misfortune. The possibilities seemed endless on how many ways this could go wrong.

The trip down was shakey, more of less, but it had been controlled to an extent. Docking in the ship and exiting the brocken vehicle, Juido looked around the large area. There were lots of ships sitting there dormant. Some may have been from visitors like him, maybe all of them. This place could have been reserved for such a thing. He had to thank his stars that they let him land here, now he had to hope they didn't push him outside and kill him!

Juido looked around at the faces of the other race and began to feel a little nervous. He wasn't all that used to conversation with those not of the same species of the great glaxior race. That, and he couldn't quite tell who the senior officer here was. He decided to keep quiet and speak when he was spoken to.

OOC: Sorry, I didn't feel like posting how the land went and everything. Also, lacking muse. XI

Viral studied the person who stepped out from inside a group of Cures and Viruses then waved his hand the large group moving out of the way of there leader. The large Sentient predator moved with confidence and authority and as he walked by the Legion saluted placing a hand on the lower stomach and a fist to the shoulder in signs of submission and loyalty. Viral stopped in front of the human and sized him up with piercing golden eyes. The Master Commander stood at six feet tall and wore armor and some kind of leather fabric with over a hundred different symbols that worked as medals on there planet. His hair was braided back and naturally green but was colored like a rainbow from his many victories in battle. Master Commander was built like a predator with a athletic physique and lots of sharp weapons naturally on his body, his claws were sharp as blades and when he smiled and he did staring into the guests eyes it revealed two rows of insanely sharp teeth. He wore nothing for shoes but had four normal sharp claws and a big one that hooked which was designed to hold someone down and tear.

He was weaponized with a blade helmet on his forehead and a long blade on his tail, he carried a crescent moon bladed bolo on his left hip and a sonic pistol which was designed to break bones not kill mainly used against primal beasts on the planet but had been seen as efficient way of hurting a enemy without killing them. However for killing he had a small slit in his right arm and inside was a nine inch blade that could slide out in a blink. Viral wore a cape of the same fabric but was ruby red which matched the blood red scaled skin of the Master Commander. His snout was pushed forward resembling the Raptors they evolved from.

His very stance was one of a warrior and a killer while the smile he gave off was warm and welcoming. "Welcome to Kula station where we normally dock ships that need repair, your lucky it seems fate wished you to be safe for if not for a technicality I would not be here today and you would have been shot down...But that is a what if and we do not dwell on what could have been only what is done. Now you can explain to me why you are in our sector without a permit in such a ship of that state. Is this a insult or just bad luck?" His voice though authoritative was genuine curious and his golden eyes never left the man in front of him. "I apologize I have been rude, I am Master Commander Viral, Head of the Legion military and Emperor of the planet you spotted. Are you hungry?"

OOC: Juido isn't a human, he's a galaxior.

Juido looked upwards at his greeter who stood a tad taller than him. He was armed to the teeth! And his teeth looked like they could be ripped out and used as weapons! Some mighty fine spears or at least knives for skinning. The hair on his head was colorful, though Juido was not completely sure why. He studied the planet, not its inhabitants. He had a feeling it had something to do with their ranking system.

He--Master Commander Viral--had asked him if he came here as an insult! He knew having a permit was important but he had thought it was more for security than respect. He hadn't even gotten on the planet and he'd already done something wrong!

"I beg your pardon! It's all bad luck, I mean you no disrespect. And I thank you for letting me on dock here. I don't know how much longer I would have lasted." Starving to death in space. Ugh. The thought made his scaled shudder.

So this Viral was the Emperor? This almost confirmed the color thing! Hungry? Well, yes, actually he was, but Juido was not all ready to start eating. There were things to be done. "Thank you for asking, but I'll be fine for the moment." The safety of his ship was more important right now.

Viral looked at the ship and shook his head. "I'm afraid that thing won't be going anywhere else, it's about ready to fall apart. We have a old cruiser you can have, it isn't outfitted with weapons but the armor is basic military so nothing we need to hide or worry about. Your a strange being, I apologize we have not met any other race in many Millenniums and the last race was well...there no longer among the stars. We were a vicious and dark race at the time not civilized as we are now." Viral nodded to a engineer. "Take the weapons off of that ship and put it on the old cruiser and make sure it runs and if it doesn't fix it so it runs like it was first made." Viral turned back to the visitor and nodded. "Please come we must talk and get you a permit for this sector otherwise some hot headed young soldier might shoot you down."

Viral turned around walking towards a door that lead to his own chambers where the two could talk, the Legion Emperor had many questions for the visitor starting with what he was and where he was from and more. A forked tongue licked sharp fangs a old habit he had been trying to break since it happened when he was excited. Viral turned to his chambers a large room with a massive bed and a desk with two chairs both which would be very comfortable but big since they were designed to hold Cures as well as Viruses. Viral sat down moving some papers and looked at his visitor. "What are you?"

An old cruiser? They were giving him a new ship? And they would add his old ships weapons on it too. Juido grinned and thanked the Master Commander again, following behind him to wherever he wanted to go to talk. He was surprised at where he was taken. It was a large room with it's own bed and desk. He looked at the commander and then back to the room.

Did he live here? Wouldn't it be more suiting to live on the planet? The space station seemed... Odd. He sat down in the large seat, getting himself as comfortable as he could. The first question given was an inquiry of what he was. Juido was shocked! How did he not know!? Galaxiors were not a rare species. They were recognized everywhere! He felt insulted. It was as if these people had completely overlooked them!

"Galaxior," Juido answered, trying to hold the emotion out of his voice. "And may I ask what you are?" Looking at him he could have guessed he were ten different species... Combined!

Viral smiled as Juido looked around the room. "I see you noticed the accommodations, I have a room like this on every station not just this one. Problems are always arising and the paperwork and the details and all the stuff keeps me on my claws. I haven't been home in ten years which is nothing compared to our life cycle but when you get to five hundred the years seem to draw closer. Anyway I apologize for it must have offended you for us not to know your kind. You see out here we are hidden and we don't get many visitors...I changed that when I sent out the beacon, Ha that got the Council in a frenzy. But now I wonder if I did the right thing offering our location." Viral stood up walking over to a window staring out at the stars. "Since I was a child I wanted to go explore the stars and other planets, when I joined the military as a young hot head I thought we would go and see more....I saw action in killing my own kind than discovering new life."

Viral turned staring at the Galaxior and nodded his head. " I worked my way up the ranks fighting tooth and claw and even bleeding at the claws of my own allies, I finally made Master Commander when I lead a small group of idiot kids into a trap and survived...I did they didn't. I was a hero is what they told me, But I manged to get to where I am and I do have regrets...I fought the council for the beacon and won and now we have visitors, transports, com links, all I wanted. And I have yet to leave these stations for the outside. That explains why I don't know your kind." Viral sat down and chuckled. "Your turn."

Juido sat and listened as this Master Commander guy gave him a life story, listening in and out and feigning a look of divine interest. Apparently this guy was some kind of failed adventurer or something. A dreamer and all that whatnot. Juido was not much of an adventurer himself. Outside of paragraphs of text, the mysteries of other places disinterested him. Joining the army allowed him to see his fair share of sights. That didn't seem to apply to the people of Masteias.

It was "his turn" now. He didn't exactly want to talk about himself in the same fashion Viral had. It seemed somewhat invading to him. "Not much information flows from your uhm," he paused, glancing at the ground for a second before continuing, "side of the galaxy and I've not yet been assigned to do research further than the location of Masteias and a few extra tidbits here and there." He didn't have much of an explanation aside from that. He hoped the Master Commander wouldn't find some offense in his words.

OOC: Sorry for the wait, low muse.