Lost Log:: 1
The planet Doom's empire, Drule'chaa was grisly and vast. The kingdom stretched for miles. It had had a subartic climate, which tempatures were near freezing at times. Mostly in the Summer it showed fierce winds, heavy rains, but never any snow. At other times it was plain cold.
Through the years the pale skinned people of Doom (Doomians), had inherited the blue skin from the cold moon that lingered above them. It gave out ultraviolet rays that bounced off the planet surface's dark sun. Good vitamins to their race, most humans would suffer from its intensity.
So the Drules, in which they named their race, figured out a way to get their slaves to work outside their kingdom. Earth's usual sun shone in the daytime, and its moon was at night. However, there's was the opposite. Their sun shone at 5 a.m and night started at 9 p.m. The male and middle aged women slaves worked outside from 9:00 p.m to 5:00 a.m. The royal Drule family of Dru'chaa had a terrible reputation of being space pirates. Plundering, stealing treasures, and taking women as love slaves to add to their collection of beauties. They took and took, causing tyranny and fear throughout the galaxies and un- numbered plants and uncharted kingdoms.
A blue skinned king with fishy fin ears stared at one of the slaves. A petite peach skinned woman begged him to release her and her people.
"You dare lift your voice to me? He said in anger.
"I am Elanoir,princess of my planet,Terra. We people of Terra, wish to live in peace." With even such a simple shape, her dark blue eyes defied.
The king stood up shaking his gold staff with a hand at her.
"Last time I looked, I was king here!"
"Who?"she said in a dry swallow."Then you have the power to set us free?" She seemed to have hope at the moment.
"That I do." he gleamed.
Then he amused himself with her words of hope. Well,kitten... he smiled. You are too attractive to let go...
The king pulled her toward him and then pulled her back to take a better look at her.
"You bring some light to this otherwise dismal place." He petted her light blonde head. She stood six feet tall, but with the height of the king, one couldn't really measure it.
Then with a grim smile, he hoisted her to the guards,
"Place her with my heriem!"
"King Zarkon?"
"You dare, question my decisions?"
The gray guard with the alien elfen face did his bidding. Without a warning, Elanoir broke free from their grip and took the guard's sword. She miraculously pointed at the King Zarkon.
King Zarkon laughed at her passion to be free.
"You are not a ordinary princess,are you?"
The monarch grabbed his sword from underneath his robes. "You dare challenge me, you waif?"
They clanged swords,cutting one another,and she was succeeding on beating the Drule'chaa king as she dashed past him. Gold stangs of hair floated up and then came down. He was admiring this somewhat delicate flower. And with one last attempt of escape, she jumped from his chest to his throne. One of the guards knocked her off the king's chair. She panted.
"Kitten, you're facinating, and entertaining. But this shurade is over!
Just then, a dark haired woman stopped him. He was about to strike her. The jealousy in her green eyes shone like stars.
"Robeast,sire?"
Zarkon lowered his sword. Then he thought to himself, I have better use for her...
"Haggar. I am needing a heir."
"Surely, you jest?"
He stared long and hard at the firey blonde who shook from shivering.
"Shiver your timbers!"Zarkon laughed at her fear. "I miss being a space pirate!"
King Zarkon remembered his teen years. He daydreamed that the beauty was with him when he was much younger. Ah, he drooled. That would of been nice...
Haggar stood there baffled. "Majesty!"she screamed in her young voice.
"Haggar, mind your own. I'm king!!"
King Zarkon whispered in a guard that look like the one who kept her from leaving the premises. They looked liked clones to her. They all looked like a guard convention. They took Elanoir away screaming in hatred.
"King Zarkon,my freedom, please!?" He just smiled.
After all that, she's still so polite.
Haggar laid at his feet. "Highness, if you want a heir, I would give you a heir. A strong young man!"
King Zarkon became angry with her interrupting his train of thought.
"May I remind you our first attempt? Your offspring didn't make it! The only good you are to me right now, is magic and creating Robeast! Leave me be at my own thoughts, woman!"
With all that said, Hagar jumped up in disgust and left his side. She ran down the halls crying in downright misery with the man whom used her and abused her devotion. The man "Z'aale, Zarkon.
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