"Hm? We'll be a-okay, Devin. Perfect, even-- why? Are you really that panicked? Ugh, look. You'll be a great mother and a great Queen. This is all new for me too. I wasn't a normal Prince. I was locked away my whole life, this is all strange too-- it'll all be easier when we get back to my planet and get settled in, I promise. Now, let's get that bath, shall we? I'll massage your feet for you, and we'll go grab some cake or something after - you deserve a treat."
For Octavius, life really was easy. Devin may be panicking and fretting, but no matter what, her life was going to be a life of being spoilt and pampered; adored as a Queen and loved as a mother and wife. However, life was nowhere near as simple for the aliens that acted as staff and servants on the ship. The ship was never intended to return back to the planet - it was supposed to stay on Earth and act as a home, which was why the servants existed. None of them were treated very well. Hell, they were mostly invisible and ignored-- but if they were treated badly, then Gem and Blyke were treated appallingly. The humans had more or less been ignored during those months. Devin was already treated with so much respect, and Jacob would be treated like that when Octavius became King and gave his friend a royal role, but Gem and Blyke had been forgotten, it seemed. They weren't given the pills to make them more alien-like. They were just kept and treated as human slaves, cleaning up and being mistreated by all the other servants on board. They were human 'scum', and Octavius and Devin had, purposely or not, abandoned them.
On that day, while Octavius lavishly pampered his future wife in the bath, a servant was dragging Blyke to the kitchens. A chef had died on board, and, once learning Blyke was handy in the kitchen, the human really had no choice but to fill the space. "Hurry up,
human," snapped the guard, shoving the man into the large kitchen space. While a few chefs dotted about, none really rushed to help Blyke. They simply glared in disgust and opted to leave him stranded and helpless. "You can work with that one over there," hissed the guard again, motioning briefly to a stunned girl nearby who had been happily eating cake until being glared at. "She's scum like you."
Staying in silence until the guard left, the strange girl let out a long breath before rolling her eyes. "Ignore him, I mean... you're human, aren't you? And I'm not like these aliens, so we have that in common! Come eat some cake, we can slack off for a few minutes," she beamed, the blue-skinned girl wiping her mouth free of crumbs. She wasn't... like the other aliens. In fact, she wasn't their species at all. Her people had neighboured Octavius' planet peacefully for thousands of years... until Octavius' father and mother blew the planet up for financial gain. They took a few slaves, and this girl was one. In fact, she was the only surviving one, meaning she was the very last of her kind. She was treated
awfully, like Blyke was, because she wasn't like the aliens. She was very obviously different, looking more like you would expect an alien to look like. The bruise underneath her right eye and the scars on her arms easily showed her mistreatment, but she continued to smile nonetheless. She knew that if she dared look anything less than happy, she would just get killed. Her life wasn't guaranteed, and the simplest thing would just get her killed by
any alien-- even someone as nice as Grace.
Scooting out from her little chair, the other alien wandered to fetch more cake for herself while humming happily. In one word, she was adorable. She was clearly erratic and hyper, fluttering about the kitchen and smiling over at Blyke as though she had known him years. She was that sort of character - effortlessly cute and friendly. Her appearance definitely corresponded to that - she did look like the sort of person you just wanted to hug. She was
far from being big, but she was a little on the chubby side, though it only proved to make her more adorable than anything else.
"I eat
way too much cake, I know. I mean, I'm a baker here, when I'm not in my cell. I taste the cakes I eat, so I'm bound to put on a little weight, I guess. It all goes to my hips, really-- oh, whatever. Life's too short to worry about carrying a little weight, right?" She laughed, while trying her best to clean herself up by rubbing crumbs from her shirt, even if it brought more attention to her large chest - most of the weight gravitated there, it seemed. If she wasn't the type of alien she was, she would gather attention from every man. However, no man even looked at her because she wasn't like them, even if she was adorable and had desirably large breasts. "You humans have the
best desserts, they're so yummy-- oh! I'm Raven. You're Blyke, I know You're a chef, aren't you? Maybe you can make me some human food~? I talk way too much, don't I... Huh... I just don't get to talk to many people. Nobody talks to me, and you're like me. You're called scum, like I am."