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Tales Of The Royals

Xexian Space Station

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a part of Tales Of The Royals, by SpaceButterfly.

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SpaceButterfly holds sovereignty over Xexian Space Station, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Xexian Space Station is a part of Tales Of The Royals.

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Taran Mortair [2] Warden of The Tryanian Princess
Viola Montaway [2] Vivena Princess
Terynia Erathius [2] Tyranian Princess
Lorenzo Ryker [2] "We are all born unto disaster. Life and death follow after eachother, but can you follow yourself?""
Seraphine Eider [1] "Everyone has a secret--I'd rather let them keep theirs, because I think it best to keep mine as well."

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The sky was clear and blue as the sun shined through the trees. The wind danced a crossed her peachy skin and flew through her light brown hair as she road on top of her beloved grey mare, Minerva. Terynia always felt some sort of freedom as she took her daily ride. It was one of the few times she could be herself without a care. If only her own heart could be at ease. This was not the case though. Death had come to her kingdom and just last week one of her cousins had been found dead. Being an only child, Teri became close with her cousins and this one had hit her hard because it was her favorite cousin. Seeing her dead body still lingered in her mind. Suddenly there was a chill in the air. Terynia looked up to see the sky darken. Her violet eyes widen before she could feel herself falling into darkness.

Falling . . .

Falling . . .

Falling . . .


Princess Terynia Erathius woke up with a gasped, bringing the sheet up with her. Her hands were shaking as she tried to take deep breaths. A dream. It was only a dream. Teri looked around, confusion written all over her face. This wasn't her room. It was than that memories came flashing back to her. She remembered. That day when she went out riding for the last time. After her ride, her parents told her she was leaving and going to the Xexian Space Station for her own protection until security was backed up. The Tyranian princesses protested but eventually gave in. Now she was being held hostage. She recalled seeing two other princesses she recognized before they were all split up. She wondered if they were okay.

Terynia didn't understand this situation at all though. The Xexian Military was suppose to be protecting them! Not enslaving them. A sense of dread had settled in the pit of Teri's stomach. All thoughts left her mind though when her stomach growled. Embarrassed that such an unladylike thing happened, the princess looked around her cell and saw a tray with food on it on the ground. Getting up, Terynia slide a bare foot towards the ground and flinched when she realized it was a bit cold. Still, determined not to be a weakling, the brunette stands up. She was only average height at 5'5". The cell was at least adequate temperature wise and the bed she was on had one small mattress, sheet, and blanket with a pillow. Terynia was used to more elaborate furniture, but she wouldn't complain. Still it was a prison and she wanted out of it.

Walking to the tray, she bent over and picked up to a small chair and desk. Sitting down, she started to eat, trying her best not to shove it down her throat.

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Taran had finished approximately twenty five pages of the book when he heard movement in the room in front of him. His eyes still glued to the pages, he spoke up. "Good morning, your highness. Did you sleep well?" He had mixed feelings on holding the royal girls captive, so he tried to be as polite as possible. At least until she gave him a reason not to, he would try his best to make her life easier. In a sense, it was a way of both apologizing to her, but also for thanking her. Although he did not initially want this tasking, it was the easiest job he ever had. So far, except for the few times in which he had to escort her somewhere, he spent most of the day sitting in his chair, reading. For someone like him who preferred to exercise his mind instead of his body, it was almost perfect. Although sometimes he grew a bit restless, and needed to talk to someone, so in any case, he felt it best to stay on his ward's good side.

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Character Portrait: Seraphine Eider Character Portrait: Richard Point
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By the gods of war you'd think the woman seen right through me...That or I've got something on my face. Richard thought with perhaps the slightest hint of smug amusement at the slack jawed surprise written large upon his charge's face. The moment dragged onto a somewhat awkward pause before with a visible effort the princess gathered herself together. Eyes they always give you away. Though I'd give a week's pay to know what worries the girl so. It can't bode will for either her or the rest of us.

Though he didn't fear anything the princess was capable of, this unknown was enough to warrant attention. After all for all intents and purposes she was basically Richard's problem. And the private always attacked a problem from every conceivable angle


Whatever his plans for the moment were the red head was forced to abandon them for the tone of Seraphine's reply reminded Richard of exactly the things he hated. True upon reflection the soldier would no doubt realize his own words brought out the coloring of her reply. But the private was hardly in the mood for reflection.

Instead he dug around the left chest pocket of his uniform, it's freshly starched nature cracking audibly. Pulling out what obviously a old photo he looked down at it. Upon it's surface was captured one of his few truly happy moments. A tall red headed couple, Richard's parents, held a very young Richard between them. Clad in swimsuits the happy family stood in front of a sun drenched white sand beach. The father laughing with open joy, the mother with a impish grin, while Richard himself was halfway between a jump and a shout.

He remembered that day well for it was the last time true joy was his. Before his mother died, before his father became a ghost, and before the real weight of what it meant to be a Point truly meant.

Still the photo was able to remind him of the feeling of happiness. And so it served as a focus for his emotional control and the perfection he demand of himself.

Tucking the picture back within it's pocket Richard looked once more at Seraphine, the princess in chains as it were." Merely existing entitles one to nothing your highness. That being said Vladimir said to keep you lot alive. If you are hungry we can get a meal at the mess hall or I can simply bring you one." Here the soldier paused to flex his wrists, the motion seemingly unconscious. " Also if you wish we can hit the gym, or perhaps the station's library given your rather delicate physique. Furthermore if so should desire I can see if our other guests are free." He asked wirh a flat tone doing his level best to disregard Seraphine's scathing reply.

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Lorenzo Ryker


How often do you think people speak of peace? No land is without strife, so you suppose all those in woe speak of it often. The people in woe are more often then not the commoners of the land. The laborers, shopkeepers, the farmers. The people necessary for a land to be a land in general. Though oddly enough, it is those of Noble birth that speak of peace the most. For it is they who are responsible for every aspect and facet of achieving the peace, yet also the reason why there is none. The common people couldn't care less who truly ruled, so long as they can scrape out their own way in the world. So when the Three Nations of our planet claimed peace between them, the common folk were happy. nut the Nobles ever happier. Nothing changes. Though, peace, however a popular ideal it is, is fragile. How long would the peace last? For many fools are under the notion that once peace is established, it is permanent. This is not so. How long until the next generation brings forth a vicious ruler, or an idiot one? What would it take for the peace to break? How easy is it to slip into war? Very easy. All it takes.....is a single word.

Lorenzo stopped typing and began to massage his eyes. He had been working on his thesis for several months now, though only recntly has he really found the time to truly work on it. He would have to think of a title eventually, but or now, he was content on just calling it his thesis. He looked over at his clock and realized he should probably check on his prisoner soon. Lorenzo gave a satisfying crack to his neck and stood up from his leather bound captains chair siting behind his large wooden desk. Vladamir was kind enough to send him a real wooden desk for his position on the Station. The smell of real wood would sometimes let him forget that he was in the darkness of space.

He grabbed his gloves from his hat and placed them on his hands, then he did the same with his cap. He adjusted himself in the mirror, making sure he looked as presentable as his rank would require. Once he was satisfied, he walked back over to his desk and lightly grasped the green stem of a pure black Orchid. He gave it a loving smell and let one of his rare true smiles spread across his face. Lorenzo then gathered himself, placed the Orchid down, and marched off out of his office.

He marched off down the hallway towards where she was being kept. He hadn't really seen much of her, but he had read her file enough to know what she was like. She was, out of the three, easily the most dangerous. At least, that's what her power would suggest. Fires in a pressurized space would be absolutely destructive. If she wasn't careful, or him, she could destroy the entire station......in a worst case scenario. Which is probably why Lorenzo was but in charge of her. His mind briefly wandered to Lt. Mortair and Pvt. Point's progress with their respective wards.

Lorenzo finally reached the cell and found himself at its entrance. He stared to see she had awoken. He put on a charming smile. "Good morning Ms. Montoway. Though I say good morning, on this station there is no actual relevance to time, as time of day is measured from within an atmosphere, instead of out here in the Void. I am Ryker, Captain First Class." He then stopped briefly and chuckled lightly to himself. "Though, I doubt you care of my station. So, lets make things a little less formal then you're used too. For all intensive purposes while you're here, I am not a Captain, and you are not a Princess. How does that sound, neh?"

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She paused hearing the males cold and yet mocking voice. She wasn't sure what this males single intentions were but, just like the rest of the troops, she did not trust him. She pushed a bit of her smooth hair out of her face and released a small sigh. At moments like this on her home planet, she would turn to the sun and close her eyes hoping to find enlightenment in it's warmth. Now, she could only remember what the warming lights felt like. In her dreams, she could still feel it's wonderful love. She wondered how long it would be before she could feel it again.

"If you could call it a "good" one." She mumbled slightly. In the void, it truly was difficult what was morning and what was just darkness. Everything out here was nothing like what a human was meant to be put through. But what could she possibly do about it when this man was literally down her neck. She sighed slightly half listening to the male. "Yes well, Ryker was it? If those are your terms then i suppose there is nothing more i can do about it now can i?" She said while shivering slightly from lack of heat. "And it's Viola. As you said i am not a princess so no need for formalities. Ms. isn't a requirement."