Setting
General Information: Calidona is run by the Triumvirate, a team of three beings that make the bulk of the decisions. There is one ustelan, one alulan, and one Nunki Triumvirate member each. Men and women are equal within Calidona and its military and governmental status. Currently, for the civil war, the Supremacy is drafting soldiers from across the continent, which is putting a lot of tension among its people.
Culture: There is some semblance of a religion upon Calidona, where loyalty is with the Supremacy, and to bend to the Triumvirate's will is necessity, and it's thought to show great respect to the power that provides all one needs. Questions are not to be asked. Questioning the religion is thought to be highly disrespectful, and if a family member or someone involved with the one who is raising suspicion does not act, then officials will take responsibility. There are classes that many are put through to reform, and should that not prove to be effective, then torture, jail, and death are available options.
Races: Among the more dominant races are the alula, the nunki, and the ustelu. Humans are a shy, but welcomed species, and often the malemni, golemni, and nahriman are looked down upon, and live in the poorer areas within Calidonan cities.
Military: Calidona only serves for the best technology in their military, fitting their soldiers with the best equipment money can buy. The vehicles are less organic and more mechanic, with high-grade Magic capsules that cause the worst amounts of Magic pollution, but pull more energy for more damage and power.
Calidonans focus on ground-based military; using their population to their advantage. Their military forces often come in terrifyingly large fleets, armed with non-individualistic top-grade machinery. The soldiers are trained brutally and intensely, serving two full years training themselves to fight on the battlefield, and four years actually participating in active duty before they can return home again. Even then, they almost always return home changed.
Most of the Calidonan military population isn't due to voluntary signing. Even though the upper class of Calidona treat the draft as a 'blessing', as the Triumvirate would like them to, young and able men and women are drafted and ripped from their homes regardless of wealth or social status and brought to the military to serve their term. To shun the draft order would be to give six years of one's life until the Calidonan complies and submits to military service.
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Below, Ralen stood in the middle of the fog with his hood and mask up over his face. He spun in a rapid circle, causing his cloak to swing about and clear the air. He then lifted his bow and released an arrow with a head shaped like a claw at the foot of the cyborg. A rope was attached to the other end of the arrow.
He wasn't concerned about the robot, the moss had done it's work, the poison spores had been set to impregnate the creature. They would lie dormant until activated, and then they would paralyze the creature.
The hunt was beginning, and Ralen never missed his mark.
He sat back in the co-pilot's seat and examined the console in front of him. It seemed they were nearing a planet of some form, one with an atmosphere that was at least breathable. Good.
"So, this is some form of tropical continent? I can feel the heat already," he explained as the ship touched down and the doors opened. He stepped on down to the ground below them, a clearing in the middle of a thick rainforest. As he looked around, he peered back at Kayera in order to ask her a question.
"So... What are you?"
"Fine," he answered her. "This was bound to happen sooner or later, and in the middle of no-where like this with nothing but a ship, there's no point trying to avoid the inevitable, right?"
He made his way to Kayera, put his hand on her lower back and began to push her back up towards the ship for the obvious.
She smiled suggestively at him. "Well, your turn."
Without a single other word, he would push her down to the mattress, where they proceeded to sleep together.
Several hours later, the man woke, and like a robot he rose immediately from his bed and began to dress.
She would then whisper in his ear "This is more comfortable isn't it, and it's more protective. A win win for both of us. You get the support of my amazing abilities, and I get to stay snug close to you." She giggled.
"I'm trying to figure out just what you are," he said, as he took a seat. "You're clearly an organic lifeform, and sapient, but you're definitely not human. You might not even be female in your own species, though I guess it's too late to think that, isn't it?"
"And the way you replaced the technological functions of my previous suit with your own, organic variants... It's amazing. Is there literally no limit to what you can do?"
"basically, the same race that created that ship created me. They liked to learn, it was a pastime of theirs." She sighed "one of them wanted to create a biological AI, something that was truly alive, but could interface with non organic systems. They experimented for years before finding a combination of plant and virus dna that allowed a plant based life form to mutate and change rapidly to adapt to any situation." A hallucination of herself appeared to hover in front of him. It was like a hologram, but the suit was directly manipulating his brain to make him hallucinate in a specific pattern. "I was the result. They called me a FaeForm, after the legend of fairies and their relation to plants. They treated me as nothing more than an expirement, and I quickly got tired of that. I was seventeen when I told them I was going to be my own person and leave them..."
He went to scratch the side of his forehead a bit, staring out of the pilot's viewing glass at the wilderness surrounding the ship. "So, how long are we going to stay here and what will we be doing? I can't help but get the feeling the only reason we came and landed on this planet was so we could hide and sleep with each other. "
"Also, how much are you linked with me? Can you read my thoughts, for example? Do I have to be careful of what I think about around you?"
He stood up, looking back towards the room they had shared earlier. "Will I need to get new clothes again? Or will you leave them 'un-demolished' this time? I would prefer to remain dressed, if it's all the same to you."
Never the less she removed herself from Godrage, leaving his clothes intact as she reformed into her preferred form: A fair skinned woman with short blond hair wearing low ride blue jeans and a bikini top.
She set up walking ahead of him. "We need to find a clearing I can root down in."
"Either way, there was a clearing I spotted outside the ship. I imagine you want to get away from this drone, right? I'm surprised it hasn't tried to take us back to The Huntress yet. I guess the woman got distracted, or something."
He made his way out of the ship exit and down into the tropical rainforest, where a clearing had allowed the ship to land in the first place. "I'll follow your lead, I'm quite curious to know what 'root down' means."
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