LOTUS Part One: A Space Colony RP

Kyrie stops in her tracks upon hearing Manhattan's corrections, shaking slightly with rage. "Anything else you wanna say before I go?"

Stomping out the way she was told, Kyrie flipped the bird as she left the room, not yet considering where to go, other than away.

"You don't seem familiar," Brook said extending her hand. "The only person I remember seeing me wake up was that perverted partner of mine," Brook said glaring at the top of the steps. "So what can I do for you?" Brook asked waiting for a response.

"Funny why does this girl give me the same vibe as myself?" Brook thought to herself. "Wait could she also be LOTUS?" Brook wondered waiting for Athena's response

"Yes you may come in," Brook told Athena. "I don't know how much I will be able to tell you about what you called the LOTUS project but it can't hurt to let you in," Brook said. "Just be careful of my partner he can be a little, how to put it weird," Brook told Athena.

"Okay now I am extremely curouis what this girl knows," Brook though to herself. "She doesn't seem hostile but neither did that person I met who knows how long its been," Brook continued. "Let me just keep an eye on her just to be safe and if she tries anything she will be in for a nice surprise,"Brook though while she gently caressed the hilt of her katana.

"Who you hell are you?" Brook asked gripping her Katana as electricity coursed through it. "Just like I though you are a LOTUS just like me," Brook said to Athena. "I am not hostile in any ways but if you are from that cursed project that made me into this freak that I am today," Brook said trembling. "You are going to have to kill me before you try any of those experiments again, all I wanted to do was be normal and not this this," Brook trailed off unable to finish her thoughts because she was highly upset remembering the nightmare that would continue to play in her mind over and over again.

"Never again," Brook said as she fell into the ground in tears. "That sound, that noise,those men, and that horrible feeling, its like a nightmare that keeps playing in my mind over and over again," Brook said sobbing.

Phil sat atop Anthea's head, holding his hands out wide. "C'mon, we can help this babe? She seems to desperately need help if you know what I mean." He said suggestively.

"Thank you Athena," Brook said wiping the tears. "Its just that the mention of the word LOTUS brought back a lot of bad nightmares," Brook said. "I would love to help you end this cursed project so nobody else has to suffer," Brook told Athena. "I am curious though how do you seem to know so much about me?" Brook asked. "This is the first time I met you, and I don't remember meeting you before," Brook said.

Brook was so caught up in the conversation she didn't notice the young man standing in the door way.

"Sir, unidentified object approaching at mach speeds!!" The Draxan behind Sensor Control shouts suddenly, startling the Bridge Commander.

"What?! What kind of object?!" He barks, leaping from his seat and moving to stand behind the other Draxan.

"Unknown sir! Long range sensors can barely- Wait! It's gone!!! It just vanished!!!"

"How is that possible!" The Draxan Commander swats his subordinate out of the chair, and assumes control himself. His fingers fly over the controls, despite his unusually massive hands.

"Sir, recommend switching to red alert!"

The Draxan Commander slams his fist into the wall, denting it. "Dammit! Whatever the hell this thing is, it's flying faster than our sensors can pick up! Red Alert! Sound General Quarters! All hands to battle stations! Send word to the Fantasia! Tell them we need immediate support! And someone get me the damn Ambassador!"

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"Sarah, quickly, this way!"

The middle aged woman bolts down the corridor, brushing past throngs of panicked soldiers, dragging her young daughter along behind her, a girl no older than eight. The shouts of angry Draxans whistled past her ears, but she ignored them. Her only concern was saving her daughter. The outpost wouldn't last much longer. She didn't know why she knew this, she just did. Call it a mother's instinct.

This Outpost wasn't designed for battle. And if that hardass lizard saw fit to sound Red Alert and mobilize the entire base, then whatever's coming is far too great for us to handle. Reinforcements won't arrive in time. I need to get Sarah away.

She turns the corner at a dead run, and barges into the Loading Dock. Again, more Soldiers shout as she passes, ordering her to return to her quarters, and she ignores them.

"Mommy, what's going on? Where are we going?"

"Shh, Sarah. We're almost there."

You have to survive... You have to.

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The Draxan at the Helm gasps and points, and as the battle hardened Commander turns, he turns pale as a ghost. "What in the universe's name is that...?"

"Insignificant worms, infesting the cosmos like maggots... I will purge you all from existence. I am Genocide. I am Destruction. I am Nothingness. I am Omega."

"Ah, yes," Anthea produced a Lotus blossom in her hand and serenely held it up to her face, "It's a fascinating flower. Born from mud but its beauty is untouched from the filth from whence it came..."

She turned back, "What do you say Brook, should we invite him in? I think he should be rewarded for his interest."