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- Fantasy ANYTHING, magical/medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, future fantasy, high fantasy (mages and magic) sci-fi, horror, Flowing Romance (no love at first sight and nothing fluffy), vampires, werewolves, space odyssey, epic quest, adventure, combat, action, HUMOR <3, Anthro, World of Warcraft. Non-Human races.
Sometime in the future in a galaxy not unlike our own events had begun to spin into motion that would tell a tale of an epic journey between two unlikely people. Though this tale didn't start with stalwart hero's within the prestigious galactic empire, the coalition of aliens races that banded together to protect and govern the known sentient beings. No this began in a more shady part of the known space. On the edge of the Romus nebula the Empires laws had little effect, especially in the Muri Trading Post. Muri was a hive of activity for anyone skilled enough to pilot through the dangerous asteroid field that orbited the outer system. The traders station was on the biggest asteroid in the thick of the mine field of rock and debris. A station as big as a small moon.
The massive muddy brown rock had glimmers of silver built in. The glimmers of silver were windows and walls made from salvaged metal and glass that was built into the massive rock it's self. All around the oval shaped rock were rudders that would gently correct the positioning of the station. Small turrets lined the station not as a defense against ships, but to gently shoot away floating smaller asteroids that might pose a threat to the busy port. Various docks lined the station, cave like openings that would allow ships entry into the post. For a seemingly empty expanse of floating rock, there was quite the hustle and bustle of ships hovering around the trader post.
With the Empires grasp so far away this was a hive for trade that was less savory. Slave traders, illegal relic dealers, and pirates filled the rock with all sorts of business and goods. Though to assume such a place was lawless would have been a deadly mistake. It was run by a mafia style alien race whom allowed all manner to things to go on except the disruption to their business. But more than scum and unsavory pirates there was information to be found here. Information that was normally otherwise hard to come by.
A female trolzulin walked slowly through the market, specifically the part of the market that held old relics. Items stolen or raided from ancient or protected planets. Trolzulin were a more or less rare alien race to see away from their home planet of Zulin. Not because of their inability for space travel. Far from that actually. The race was normally highly territorial and often fought amongst themselves over territory on their planet. But it was not unheard of to hear one that broke that mold. What was unheard of was a female off world. Like her trolzulin kind, this female was tall and lanky with her skin a soft blue in color. Also like her alien kin she had elongated ears and three fingers on each hand. But he was more or less human in appearance with a humanoid upright posture and a thin elegant face. Her almond shaped yellow honey colored eyes surveyed her surroundings with caution.
Her long thin ears had two golden hoops and a bone necklace hung from her delicate neck. Despite her height of five foot seven she was actually short for her kind and rather frail or delicate looking. She wore a green, tan and khaki colored suit that covered most of her body. The skin that could be seen had white tiger stripped tattoo's on her blue skin. Though she made up for this physical downside by wearing a photon enhancement tool, or P.E.T. mod which was worn almost like armor on her arms. The steel grey metal covered her arms and back, where the ring of the battery glowed a soft blue. The P.E.T. mod allowed the user to use energy, much like an energy weapon, to shoot pulses of energy out to damage attackers or ships. But it could also be used to lift or pick up heavy objects as it had been designed for construction workers who's job site usually involved zero gravity. Although this PET mod was a little modified.
She tossed her long cloud white hair from her eyes, which tumbled from her pony tail well past her back. She looked over the rare artifacts with only mild interest. She was really looking for information. Something that could lead her to a bounty of treasure and knowledge. Her three fingered hand moved to twirl her hair as she looked over a certain booth, one squatty human boasted to sell maps to rare planets. These often turned to be fake but it always paid to stop and have a look.
The massive muddy brown rock had glimmers of silver built in. The glimmers of silver were windows and walls made from salvaged metal and glass that was built into the massive rock it's self. All around the oval shaped rock were rudders that would gently correct the positioning of the station. Small turrets lined the station not as a defense against ships, but to gently shoot away floating smaller asteroids that might pose a threat to the busy port. Various docks lined the station, cave like openings that would allow ships entry into the post. For a seemingly empty expanse of floating rock, there was quite the hustle and bustle of ships hovering around the trader post.
With the Empires grasp so far away this was a hive for trade that was less savory. Slave traders, illegal relic dealers, and pirates filled the rock with all sorts of business and goods. Though to assume such a place was lawless would have been a deadly mistake. It was run by a mafia style alien race whom allowed all manner to things to go on except the disruption to their business. But more than scum and unsavory pirates there was information to be found here. Information that was normally otherwise hard to come by.
A female trolzulin walked slowly through the market, specifically the part of the market that held old relics. Items stolen or raided from ancient or protected planets. Trolzulin were a more or less rare alien race to see away from their home planet of Zulin. Not because of their inability for space travel. Far from that actually. The race was normally highly territorial and often fought amongst themselves over territory on their planet. But it was not unheard of to hear one that broke that mold. What was unheard of was a female off world. Like her trolzulin kind, this female was tall and lanky with her skin a soft blue in color. Also like her alien kin she had elongated ears and three fingers on each hand. But he was more or less human in appearance with a humanoid upright posture and a thin elegant face. Her almond shaped yellow honey colored eyes surveyed her surroundings with caution.
Her long thin ears had two golden hoops and a bone necklace hung from her delicate neck. Despite her height of five foot seven she was actually short for her kind and rather frail or delicate looking. She wore a green, tan and khaki colored suit that covered most of her body. The skin that could be seen had white tiger stripped tattoo's on her blue skin. Though she made up for this physical downside by wearing a photon enhancement tool, or P.E.T. mod which was worn almost like armor on her arms. The steel grey metal covered her arms and back, where the ring of the battery glowed a soft blue. The P.E.T. mod allowed the user to use energy, much like an energy weapon, to shoot pulses of energy out to damage attackers or ships. But it could also be used to lift or pick up heavy objects as it had been designed for construction workers who's job site usually involved zero gravity. Although this PET mod was a little modified.
She tossed her long cloud white hair from her eyes, which tumbled from her pony tail well past her back. She looked over the rare artifacts with only mild interest. She was really looking for information. Something that could lead her to a bounty of treasure and knowledge. Her three fingered hand moved to twirl her hair as she looked over a certain booth, one squatty human boasted to sell maps to rare planets. These often turned to be fake but it always paid to stop and have a look.