Warse-no-Miko

"You're just the girl all the boys want to dance with. And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances." He enumerates in his head all the reasons why what he's about to do is a very, very, very bad idea. She's not of the same specie as he is, for one. She's human. Well, technically speaking, so is he. Of course he didn't start out as one and as far as learning about Earth culture went, he's managed to pass off as one of them for quite some time now. Not to mention his current predicament makes that biological point moot but it's still something to take note of. She's the former consort of Benjamin Tennyson, for two. These alien feelings a

Myaxx hates combat training. Absolutely hates it. It's not that she has an aversion to fighting, alright she does but she believes that discretion is the better part of valor. It's not that she's no good at it because there was that time she faced down the mechanical hoard of a certain conquering warlord from her home planet and survived. It's not that she thinks there isn’t merit to knowing how to deal with a berserking alien capable of crumpling a reinforced steel door like paper. In the cover of a fallen pillar, the chimera sui generic barely hears Gluto’s wet squelching words over the din of laser-fire. She strains to listen

I'm hopeful that this won't ruin us yet. "Myaxx." Despite the even tone of the Resolute's captain, the chimera finds herself grimacing at the gruff voice coming from behind her. It isn't that she's afraid of the guy... okay maybe she is but that has less to do with his combat prowess and more with his earlier threat to ship her back to Incarcecon. True, she hadn't been completely honest when she claimed she created the Omnitrix but could you blame her for jumping at the opportunity to get out of that slime pit? Besides, she isn't doing anything wrong, not unless you count wanting a moment to herself since escaping the prison planet. Steeli

Coming undone to the backbone of a memory. SixSix normally enters the tavern as quietly and stealthily as possible. But tonight he has plans, and those plans involve people being aware of his presence. He kicks open the swinging doors for effect, then enters all cocky swagger and bravado. The response his entrance garners is a fifty-fifty split between patrons cheering and melting into the background. The bartender's wary glare and unimpressed snort doesn't count. SixSix knows Choga's opinion of him is unlikely to change, which is why he marches up to the bar and takes the stool right in front of her. A number of Choga's eyes narrow but she

Chapter Four: Fill Me In When Courtney woke up, she was sore. Not nearly-beaten-to-a-pulp sore, which was a disappointment to her ego because the more difficult the opponent the sweeter the victory (and no, the thought she lost never once crossed her mind), but a slept-on-hard-ground sore. With a soft groan she slowly sat up, realizing night had fallen and a campfire was merrily crackling nearby. Several figures were seated around the fire either softly chatting or listening to the melody of Trent's playing. The flame glinted off of Courtney's claymore, the large sword resting invitingly in the empty spot beside the cleric's familiar silhou

I would be rich by now if I saved my breath. SixSix is a successful bounty hunter whose infamy has reached multiple galaxies and star systems. But unlike certain warlords who have no choice but to pay out the nose in order to have a crew, organic or otherwise, the mercenary prefers his modest spending habit. Just because he can afford the exorbitant fees of some of the more prominent scientists doesn't mean he should. Besides, some of the lower-caste technicians can be amusing in their own way. The twitch of a multi-lidded eye, the high-pitched hum of respirators going into overdrive, or the chirpy shift of insectoid joints can be so hilari

Chapter Three: Into The Woods The sun slowly began to peek over the horizon, faint rays stretching out to bathe the expanse of land that was the Kingdom of Goephr in a radiant, golden glow. The farmers greeted the morning with a brief smile, well most of them at least. There was the handful of sour-faced people who would have wished for a few more minutes (or hours) to spend in bed. There was one individual who, while scowling something fierce, was in a foul mood not because she needed to be up while it was still dark. The unhappy expression on Courtney's face was because she was the only one ready and raring to go by dawn's early light. A

I wanna kiss you so hard that your lips bleed, And I wanna hold you so tight that your ribs break. Kevin 11 had been able to absorb energy ever since he was a child. It had been easy, instinctive, harmless (at least to him because certain gang members from his youth would argue otherwise). When he grew older, bigger, tougher, Kevin Ethan Levin learned to absorb matter. The change took him by surprise, but it was still easy, still instinctive, still harmless (with the exception for taedenite but that was a different matter altogether). When he grew even older, even bigger, even tougher, Kevin 11k learned to absorb a being's power. It was st