Mixing Two Worlds //Nymph x Midnight//

[Nymphetamine]

A soft sigh rang quietly in the forest. The sound of tiny fingers brushing against the fourteen-men wide trunks of the Red Oaks and bare feet whizzing through the tall grass hummed. From behind these runners was bright lights of orange, yellow and red. Fire's blazing in the clearings where their cities were built. Their homes, built from the hollow insides of large Oaks, now burn. The bark squealed loudly under the heat, the screams of those caught in the fires echoing out into the forest. Cries chilling the skin of those who escaped crawling up their legs as if they were spiders. One particular Elf stopped to look back, her body shrouded in a mystical aura, hiding her heat from the sensing eyes of their Orcish invaders. Even with her powerful eyes, she could not see the damage done to her home, though, those who had been following her had now either been caught, or run past.

Her pale white hand rested on the tree trunk, her breath slightly labored. Like most Woodland Elf's she wore little clothing, just enough to cover what she had to. Her limbs were thin, weak looking. Not much muscle on her arms. She had a thin frame, and was very petite. A fairy-like quality her her graceful movements and slim body. Her skin was pure ivory, unmarred and scar-less. The orbs that gazed back at her burning homeland were such a pale blue, many believed they were just purely white. High cheekbones complimented her full pink lips, formed into a sad frown. A wild mane of white hair cascaded down her back, past her hips. Tangled from her rush with leaves and twigs, her long pointed ears poking out at the sides. Covering her body were small white garments a bit tattered and rough, dirtied and stained. Her thin, spider-like digits tangled through her hair, her face dropped down with horror. "I must get to the camp.." She muttered to herself, nodding her head as if she had been talking to herself.

Faintly, she heard her name called. She'd fallen behind. The small elvish lady twirled back onto her track, keeping her hands planted on the tree trunks for as long as possible. She ran, jumping over lifted roots, spinning herself around the trees. Birds, squawking in terror raced in the same direction she was, the wild-life in the forest was as well. She'd seen a few deer, many rabbits and lizards. Once more, the young elf turned to look behind her. What she saw in the distance made her heart-race and blood pound -- The Orcs. They were already chasing them into the forest, their green maws blackened with char, their yellow beady eyes looking for heat sources and blood on their crude, make-shift weapons. A choked gasp left her.

Again, a voice called. "Zyien! Hurry!" It was closer this time, which relieved her. She started up running again, but something caught her foot. White hair over white feet, she tumbled, rolling to a stop against a trunk. Her body was upside down and her eyes spotting from the collision with the tree trunk. Rolling back onto her feet, she stepped towards the.. the thing she'd tripped over. "Zyien?!" The voice screamed, worry lacing it's voice. But her white orbs locked onto the form on the ground. It looked as if it was armored, and it had some strange devise with it.. more than one. She poked it, shoved it and nudged it with her foot. Finally, the woman was so curious, she rolled the form over.

A loud gasp left her pink lips.

It seemed to be a human, a human male. Dressed in strange armor with strange devices around it. Though, a naive smile lit her tiny face. "A savior!" Zyien's silky voice cooed. Without any more adieu, she brushed his bangs from over his eyes, a confused expression on her face. He was like nothing she'd ever seen before. Such dark features, nothing compared to her fair-skinned type. Hooking her thin arms under his, she lifted him, the woman was surprisingly strong for her size. She began to drag him as she jogged towards her destination. A silly grin of, 'He-will-save-us-all' on her tiny face. Zyien managed to pull him the entire way to their campsite, no one said anything, no one offered to help and no one knew what to do. Though, without anyone's aid, the elf dragged him into one of the set up tents. Setting him down, and exiting herself.

Allowing her Aura to fade, she stretched her arms above her head, they were safe there.. for the moment. They were in a small clearing, one or two hundred Elves huddled in these tents. Long grass tickled at their calves, a slight breeze pushing back the hair of the many elves. A strong barrier protected them from the Orcs, they were invisible, untouchable and unseasonable..

For the moment.

 

[Midnight]

The stillness of the frigid air and the blanket of shadows that covered the once thriving of planet SE-1356 was truly frightening. The humans called the this colony Noveria, and it was once a thriving colony, a place where remarkable scientific leaps were made in the pristine labs and people lived in bustling towns and star ports. That was nearly only two weeks ago, the bugs saw that no humans, or related races remained, it was now occupied completely by the Rach'tid Empire. Whatever civilians were in the colony were probably either dead or being used as food for the ravenous insectoid race that fell upon the colony, taking it over in less than a single night. Signs of the creature's presence was clear, strange, web-like ichor covered the walls of many buildings, growing gradually more common the closer to the center of the colony.

Raven had infiltrated the colony from the east, taking one of the maintenance tunnels from the border to near the center of the city, into what used to be a residential district, but was now a ghost town. In the middle of a street a manhole moved, slender fingers appearing from under the lid, silently pushing it aside to make way for the rest of the armored form that appeared shortly after, numerous sensors scanning the area for any enemy presence in the region told the armored figure that the area was clear. As Raven moved, he could only hear his own labored breathing, every other noise was a possible enemy, a possible threat that could leap out and devour him without the slightest warning. A stale, cold wind had swept through the region, masking smell and providing precious time for a lone agent to enter the Noveria Science Center and destroy anything that the invading species could take and use against the other colonies.

Raven's HUD displayed all he needed to see, a light filter and motion sensor built into the helmet of his suit ensured enhanced the natural eyesight and hunter's instinct that the mercenary widely known as Raven's people cherished. The male had the grace and agility of a cat, and years of training fortified and enhanced that natural grace, turning him into a deadly hunter.

The tension in the air was nearly palpable, Raven could feel it and through the corner of his eye he noted that his vitals were increasing, indicating he was near to his target, his adrenaline began to flow naturally, a cold sensation coming over the skin clothed in the matte black stealth armor that encased his lithe body. The male took a deep breath and kept moving, creeping along a wall and following the signs that had blackened long ago deeper into the complex. Signs of a battle were becoming more clear with every step, carbon scoring, a clear sign of plasma weapon discharge, a favorite of the creatures known in common tongue as 'bugs'.

Raven came to a stop, crouching in the rubble of a ruined building as he lay his eyes on his target, a chill sweeping through his form, causing his breathing to become irregular. The structure was titanic, encased in glass and steel, the windows had been blown out and the outside walls were black and warped, the inside seemed rather intact, perhaps security measures were in place. Raven's hidden eyes scanned the area, a wide street that lay between the building he sat crouched in and the science center. The coast seemed to be clear, the scans showed no movement and no noise coming from nearby. Raven took a breath and tensed his arms, placing his hands on what once was a window before lifting his body out of the building. Raven hit a sprint as soon as his feet touched the ground, dashing across the road as quickly as he could without making noise, by the time he made it to the science building he was already out of breath.

Raven entered the building, bringing up a HUD map to navigate his way to his objective, reaching the device was a breeze, it was the only device in the complex that was still operational, electrical energy sparking up from it's surface once in a while, the object looked was a half sphere, an enclosed area with a large projector hanging from the top. Raven was quick to begin his work, taking three devices from a pouch on his leg and planting one on the control panel for the device, then the other two on the inside. Raven fished a detonator from his pocket, the charges would overload the machine, causing it to explode in a spectacular fashion in a short time. Raven had his back turned from the entrance of the room, as he fished the detonator from the pocket, arming the devices when he heard a noise behind him.

Raven spun around to see the bipedal insect, holding a glowing weapon up to bear as it noticed him as well, releasing a screeching sound and leveling it's weapon at the agent. Raven dove inside the machine for cover as the ground he once stood on vanished beneath a splash of green plasma.

When Raven pressed the activation button, the result was not what he had expected at all, the device in the center of the room emitted a flash of green light that overwhelmed Raven's vision and suddenly the floor vanished from his feet. Raven fell, a cry of horror escaping from his lips as he fell through the floor, a rim of energy engulfing him. Raven swore as darkness engulfed him. For a second Raven was pretty sure he was dead, though the G-forces that tugged on his belly told him he wasn't. The blackness continued as Raven fell through the abyss, his visor was a mess, his HUD was trying to adjust to the low light when their simply was none. Raven 's vision remained dark for a little while before his HUD suddenly refocused, then vanished. The landscape that suddenly filled Raven's field of vision replacing it clearly, though by then it was too late, the ground was faster than he was and everything went black.

When the elf stumbled upon his unconscious body Raven was unresponsive, even as she dragged him away.

When Raven woke up, he was in a foreign location, in some kind of tent. The male's focus returned to him as his yellow-gold eyes slid open, a groan escaping from his exposed lips. Raven could feel that he was lacking armor, his overlay was gone, as was most of his gear, only his inner plating remained with his environment suit, a black material that hugged Raven's lithe form. Raven's dark hair lie around his face in a artful, yet messy fashion, the dark locks lie spread around his face until he moved them away.

Rae fought down panic as he scanned over his surroundings, he didn't have any sort of restraints on, so maybe whoever found him was friendly, a second glance noted that the handiwork was `quite primitive.

When Raven's strength returned to him he moved, tensing the muscles in his hands and arms and lifting his torso into a sitting position, checking his body for his equipment, almost all of it was gone, his sidearm, his rifle, his helmet, and his armor. For a moment Raven felt the chilling realization of the fact that he was unarmed in a potentially dangerous situation, then a wave of relief when his fingers fell over his combat knife. The male sighed lightly and did a check on what gear he still had, looking around the tent. Raven gathered the strength he had to stand, wobbly as he was and took a peek out of the tent

"Hello?"

 

[Nymphetamine]

// Short, but I have a headache. x.x I'll write better when I feel better//

This land was quite vast, large and green. The Kingdom of Erithi was one of the largest in the world, led by the most intelligent scholars and magicians, the most agile strike forces and dancers, and the most gentle and peaceful race. The Elves. And as most lore reads, Elves are thin, fairy like creatures with long ears and sharp senses, they can see miles and miles away in perfect vision, they speak with the trees, grass and nature in general. They are unusually calm and collected, a trait uncommon in elves is hot-headedness. The Elves had many Allies (Humans, Dwarfs, Fae Creatures, Centaur, etc), and few enemies.

Yet alas, they were being run out, run out by creatures of damned Earth. Soil and hate feeds the twisted minds that follow orders with no mind of their own. Bloody screams for war echo throughout the lands, the Orcs and Goblin like creatures tearing both humans and other living creatures to bits for life blood. Their grubby hands stained with the crystalline blood of pure elves.

Yes, Zyien was remorseful. She shed no tears, as she was too naive. In her mind they all lived on, no one was hurt, this was all just a bad dream. Sighing, the woman tilted her head back, looking up into the dark sky. Gray clouds hovered low over the tree tops, threatening rain. Zyien was already picturing the streams of blood mixed with the rain, flooding their campsite. Though, she pushed back her negative thoughts. A voice sounded behind her, it was rough, not quite as sweet or smooth as any Elf. She gasped and spun to face it.. it was him! Her white eyes sparkled. The savior! Clapping her hands together once she rushed towards him. "Hello!" She said back, excited by his awakefulness. Her eyes scanned his image.. he was taller then she thought he had been, her head was tilted back, to get a look at his face. She was distracted by the dark curls on his brow.

Crossing her arms, she shifted her weight to her other leg, one hip bouncing to the side. Leaning forwards, she peered at his armored body. She assumed it was his skin! It was so tight.. and it just.. looked like it might be. "What.. are you?" She asked, cocking her head. Trying not to seem to rude by her inquiries.

 

[Midnight]

Raven had spoken carefully, his mind still in a haze as he stepped from the tent. The air of where he had been transported was breathable, if it wasn't, he would have been dead by now. The male cautiously had stuck his head from the tent then emerged bodily. Nearby he noticed a humanoid creature, several of them nearby, they weren't armored, and few of them were armed, all of them dressed in a primitive fashion.

As Raven left the tent his senses were overwhelmed, his sensitive nose and eyes attacked by the smoke. Discipline kept him from lifting a hand to his nose to attempt to filter the contaminants. Raven faced the creature when it... she confronted him.

Raven tilted his head to the side a little when the creature standing in front of him repeated him, though her body language told him that she actually understood his question and was greeting him, then she moved, he didn't have quite enough time to examine her.

Raven's reflexes acted before his brain did, the female creature clapped her hands and ran towards him. Raven's fingers immediately wrapped around the handle of his knife, his hand extending out, his gloved fingers extended like an imaginary shield in a gesture universally accepted as 'stop'... "Stay back..." Raven's command left his lips without a waver, though his body language made it perfectly clear that he was simply being cautious, not aggressive. His eyes, golden, with sharp, nearly oval pupils focused on her. There was a protocol involving meeting an unknown alien species, for all he knew she would leap at him and attempt to tear his throat out, he was also practically unarmed, his pulse-blades and most of his gear gone save for his body suit and base armor that protected his arms legs, and torso.

To Raven's surprise, the creature greeted him instead of attacking him, and when his mind finally caught up to his reflexes and he realized again that whatever she was she was likely not hostile he relaxed, straightening his posture and sheathed the tool. The female had come to a stop nearby, examining him with what seemed to be a rather pleased and curious expression, and asked what he was, in common tongue at that. Raven blinked, clearly surprised with her statement, his fingers relaxing and easing from his knife, answering her question truthfully "Me? I am a Kaviri Mercenary working for the Alliance." Raven wasn't human, though his species was an offshoot from the human main race, evolved to survive in a harsher terrain of his jungle homeworld. "You speak common?"

Raven took the time to let his eyes roam over the creature that now stood before him. She was thin, lithe, perhaps a member of a race that dwells within the forest that surrounded them, her skin color was also different from the others that roamed around. The male's yellow-gold eyes scanned over the female, curiously, she was reasonably attractive, for whatever she was.

"You don't seem to mean me any harm... Where am I... and what are you" The female didn't look that too distant from baseline humanity.

 

[Nymphetamine]

Zyien barely had noticed the knife, until she heard the clip of it sitting in it's sheath, she stepped back, just barely a foot. A soft gasp leaving her, her chest rising with fear. But.. he put it away, his body relaxed, she could see the muscles under his skin tight suit relax, stretching back out to a less tense way. His shoulder lowered and his hands were shown to her. Her eyes scanned the suit he wore again. She motioned at it, whispering something.. but nothing happened. Her head cocked to the side. "What kind of magic is that.." She wondered aloud, barely audibly whispering to herself.

Her white eyes danced back up to his face, she noted he seemed scared, or confused by his surroundings, so she raised her hands in a gentle gesture, wiggling her fingers in the air. He spoke, his voice was rough and harsh, almost hurting her sensitive ears. It was dark and gravelly. "A what?" She asked, blinking. The words he spoke were so.. strange. What was a Kaviri? It sounded more like a place to her. And who was this Alliance he spoke of? Was he from a strange and exotic part of this world? Though.. Zyien thought back, she thought the world had been completely adventured, mapped and easily led to. Her eyes had dropped to his feet as she thought, before snapping back up, meeting his amber ones in her strong, yet gentle gaze. "Aye, I speak common, we do business with humans.." Nodding her head, her hair bounced, before she run her fingers through the thick mane, pushing the white strands from her eyes.

"I mean no one harm." She shrugged, answering his first inquiry. "You are outside of one of the smaller towns of Erithi. My Kingdom, my home.." Her tiny face fell, her eyes dropping to her grass again, but this time, she did not left them. Her shoulders slumped in despair and her fingers fiddled with the torn edges of her skirt. "I am of a dying race, the Woodland Elves, we are being raped, slaughtered and maimed by the Orcs who invade our land, kill our trees and burn down our homes." Gritting her teeth, she spoke harshly, fighting back a sudden sadness.

Clearing her throat, she began: "I am Zyien So'lyin. I am the Daughter of one of the High Seven and of a powerful Magician." She introduced herself with a half hearted bow. There was a soft rumble up in the sky above them, from far east. Looking to the sky, she bit her lip. "A storm is coming. Perhaps.. we should find cover before the rain begins to fall, yes?" Her tin hand waved to the tent behind him.

 

[Midnight]

Raven looked at the female, watching her eyes as they traveled over his form, asking what kind of magic his suit was. The male smiled, and resisted a snicker, magic, a primitive way of explaining something that they could not explain, what Rae didn't know was in his new surroundings, Magic was quite real. The female's voice had been barely a whisper, but the male's sensitive ears still picked up "My suit?" Raven lifted his hand, flexing his fingers and looking up at the woman. His suit was jet black, showing the hard lines of his lithe, masculine form, the muscles underneath, the color broken by the occasional light line that traced around under the armor, power systems and sensors, many wires and other mechanisms ran through the suit unseen by the naked eye. The suit also had an image of a black bird in flight traced on the back of his shoulders and one on his shoulder. "This suit is an environment protection suit with basic armor... It is like a second skin that protects me from really hot or cold places, and from natives." His suit also had a cloak, but he was missing the device, so he left that bit out.

Rae listened to the female as she spoke, asking him what he meant from Kaviri, she replied to his introduction with a 'what?'. Raven closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, taking a breath. I am a Kavir, we are humans that changed after a really long time in a place that required it, hunters from a forest world." The female probably wouldn't get it again, Rae parted his lips to show the female the elongated canines that he sported, rather wicked looking fangs that set perfectly in his teeth "I am not from your world, I am an alien from space, you know, up there." Raven's finger stabbed upwards, pointing towards the heavens while a rather dour look settled onto his face. "I am lost" Raven noticed how intently the female had been studying him, and couldn't help but feel a little self conscious, his own body remained free of signs of emotion, though his facial features and small body movements gave him away, he was a little frightened with his situation, he had no idea where he was.


Raven's hand strayed from his side to push aside a few of strands of his dark hair behind his ear as he listened to the female, his head tilting to the side as her emotions, namely despair began to show, she spoke or orcs, creatures that were wiping out her entire race. A grimace came to his face when she mentioned the destruction this invasion was causing.

"A race of creatures that devastates all in it's path, conquering and devouring everything in it's way... I can relate to your problem, I was fighting something very similar to these Orcs before I came here." Raven's voice softened, sympathy in it, these Wood Elves weren't dissimilar to his own race. The parallel was almost uncanny, though by now Raven concluded that he had been somehow instantly teleported to another world.

Raven nodded when the wood elf introduced herself to him as the daughter of one of the high seven. The male's eyes narrowed slightly, he returned the bow somewhat awkwardly, not wishing to offend her. "I am Raviell Sin-Tsuari, Heir of the the Tsuari Clan of Kavir, and as I mentioned, a Mercenary by trade. The Humans call me 'Raven', it is easier for them to remember, having little clan pride themselves..." Raven had little difficulty telling the elven woman he was a heir to his clan, it wasn't much actually. The female had mentioned that her parent was a magician "A magician?" Perhaps some kind of spiritual leader.

Raven blinked when the female mentioned a storm on the way, his eyes moving upwards to where the female was directing her own vision, there was a storm brewing, though if he had his console he would be able to be able to tell with great accuracy.

Raven looked at the female, nodding "Alright" he noted that the weather might turn sour, he wasn't exactly worried about his gear or his suit, all of it was waterproof and weatherproof, though Raven was apprehensive of some primitive native getting it's hands on one of his weapons. "I am missing my gear, I lost it on my way down, did any of your people find any weird objects laying in the ground? I had armor, and a helmet, and weapons, most importantly two knives that don't have an edge and have a trigger on the grip, but they all vanished."

Raven moved, his hair falling over his back as his amber eyes focused on her form, she had a strange beauty to her, an unnatural softness in her eery white skin, she was an albino seemingly, a trait Raven was quite familiar with, Albinos were a bad thing amongst his people, they never lasted long.

Raven turned away from the female, still cautious, and walked back into the tent. "Where are your people going to go, I am guessing that the smoke in the air is from your homes, is your enemy nearby?"
Raven paused "These 'orcs'... I would like to know a few things about them, First off, what are they, second, what kind of weapons to they use, advanced or primitive?" If there was a threat nearby, Rae wouldn't be able to relax, especially if these orcs were as bad as the female made them sound.

 

[Nymphetamine]

"Aye, yes, your suit." She replied, her eyes narrowing. He had heard her, no human would've. He was not a human, as he had mentioned he was a different.. thing. Something she'd never seen before. Though, Zyien listened carefully, a brow rose at his definition. "You people cannot use magic, can you? So.. you create these things." She said, leaning forward and touching the tip of her index finger to the material, a shiver running up her spine. It felt odd to her, fake, unnatural. Pulling herself back from him, she kept her white eyes transfixed on the suit, trying to learn it's secrets. But he continued to talk, and her eyes rose to his face once more. 'So you were human.. explains the features..' She said, mentally to herself, not being rude to interrupt his speech. His face twisted as he opened his mouth, at least in her eyes, exposing elongated teeth. Blinking, the woman tilted her head, trying to see them better-- but he carried on talking. "Not from our world.." She gazed back at her people, at whatever they were doing behind her, "Being lost is not uncommon here, we feel that way as well..." She left it at that, shaking her mane of snowy hair.

"Similar beings? So not only we are plagued with such detestation?" She chuckled grimly, "Is a twisted way, it's a relief. Means we are not alone." Once more, her eyes rose to his face, her full pink lips were twisted into a gentle pout, though, that was natural for her. His eyes were easily read, she noted, she could see how deeply their situation must've matched his own by the depth of sorrow in his eyes. A soft sight left her again, would they succeed? Would his race succeed?

His introduction was easily understood for Zyien, some of the more primitive humans that traveled their paths were from 'Clans' or 'Tribes'. So she nodded kindly to him, "Raviell or Raven.. Like the bird Raven?" She asked, tilting her head to the other side, eyes wide and curious. "Which do you prefer?-- Aye, a Magician. A powerful user of the Magics of this world. My mother is said Magician. Her strength is in the manipulation of water, I follow in her foot steps, though.." her voice trailed. She examined her own pale skin of her arms, bare before her. "I'm much weaker than most. Magic takes a certain toll on your body. And.. because of my obvious ailment, I cannot stress myself as much. Though my art is in water was well-- Healing, to be more exact."

Zyien stepped past him into the tent, listening to his words, she could hear him from the inside. His voice was barely even muffled. "It is not safe to leave the barrier, mostly with this storm and the Orcs in the forest. Perhaps.. later. When they cannot find us." His weaponry sounded strange to her. "Why would a knife have no blade? But a trigger?" She motioned to his suit once more, "Is it something of your strange creations again? What does it do?" Full of questions, she pursed her lips. She knew it was rude for her to ask all of that.

Peering back over her slim shoulder she watched him clamber inside slowly, his amber eyes were on her own tiny form. And she wondered, 'why'. Zyien stepped towards the back of the tent, it wasn't huge, it was just large enough for maybe three elves. And this Raven-man was a bit larger then they were, at least she thought so. Maybe that was just how she 'felt' him, larger and stronger. Zyien struggled down a laugh, she was only comparing that to herself.

"Go?" Her eyes redirected themselves. "No where. We cannot survive in the plains, nor in Human towns. We need nature around us to live, it is our live blood. With every tree cut down from our forest, we feel as if part of us have died. We could live among humans or maybe even the tribal men for a decade or two, but we'd soon parish.." Zyien's eyes were very sober, as was her silky voice.

A frown touched her mouth. "Orcs.. they are green-skinned and are from the most foul parts of this land. They are blood thirsty and dirty, they have no shame, no thought, they follow orders without question and just rape, murder and pillage. For a strange reason, the Orcs do not feed on the blood of Humans, merely our own blood, and that of our forests. They are nothing more than beasts with thumbs." She sounded angered by the thought of them.. well, of course she was. She saw them, first hand tear a child limb from limb, and she was useless to do anything except run. "Well.. primitive. I guess. They make their own weapons from bones of trees, only their officers use metal blades or maces. It's nothing compared to what you are wearing." Waving a hand in his direction.

Zyien sat down on the grass in the tent, running her fingers through the long strands, it was soothing to feel it tickle her wrists. She was staring at the grass, as it whispered to her consolations. "Will you help us, Sir Raven?"

 

[Midnight]

Raven looked up at the female as she entered the tent behind him. "Just call me Raven or Rae, I do not know you well enough for you to call me otherwise." The male looked down a little, sitting in the grass in a comfortable position against the tent's wall. "Yes, it is another of my people's creations, it is called a pulse blade, you press the trigger and it creates a blade of energy, I guess you could call it a magic sword." Raven gave the female a suspicious look, magic wasn't real, there was no such thing... Raven wasn't about to assume that whatever she was talking about was mirrors and smoke though, some species were powerful psionics, able to read and move things with simple thoughts and concentration, perhaps even accelerating healing as she mentioned.

"So if you have nowhere left to go, and you believe your species is truly doomed... Fight, fight till your last warrior breathes his or her last breath, that is what the Kavir do, and that is how we survived, we fought, and we won. If the forests are your strength, use them to repel your invaders, be the predators, not the prey." Raven briefly looked down, settling in a position he was comfortable with and pressing a button on his right arm. Almost immediately a little display appeared on the bottom of his right arm, a bright blue glow with little readings and symbols the elf would not understand, writings in Raven's own language. "My gear can't be too far away..., I would have to find it before my power reserves run out."

Raven listened to the female's description of her people's enemy, a frown touching his own lips as he listened, the Rach'tid didn't rape, thankfully, though they had fairly advanced, and deadly technology on their side. "It isn't of course, this technology is thousands of years more advanced..."

The male looked up from his gauntlet, then down at the ground for a moment, deciding on his answer. "Yes, I can help you and your people., but I want to find my gear, It makes a job much easier." The male closed is hand, terminating the screen before looking up at the female, who had also made herself comfortable. sitting in the long grass inside the tent.

Another rumble of thunder could be heard above the tent, the sound caused Raven's eyes to move up, away from the female, a wince coming to his face. "I am not quite used to that sound..." Raven looked down and away, he had been stationed on Noveria's world for months, and even longer in the cold silence of space, the thunder reminded him of his homeworld, and it wasn't a pleasant. Raven thought for a moment, his eyes lowering before he looked up finally, focusing on the female

"What is your world like?"

 

[Nymphetamine]

Nodding, she accepted his answer. "Raven it is then.." As he explained about his weapon, she nodded slowly once more. A soft chuckle left her, the tone he said 'magic' was laughable. "You don't think Magic is real.." Zyien spoke softly, knowing he'd hear her, knowing he doubted her. She could prove it to him, but it took so much effort, she'd barely be able to hold a conversation afterward. So, she kept her hands in the grass. Letting the blades caress her fingers, tangling around her hands like it had a life of it's own, it clung to her as if it didn't want her to leave, to put herself in danger.

Zyien shot her a glance, her white eyes were glowing in the dim lighting of the tent. "We are fighting. Fighting with everything we have, we are trying to protect the young and the ill," She didn't make eye contact with him, looking towards the flap of the tent, watching it sway in the wind. "While we do this, our Strike Forces are in the forest, watching the Orcs, plotting when they can kill them off. Their army is ten times the size of our own." Her speak was interrupted as she looked at him, at the blue screen. Her eyes changed into wide saucers, amazed. "Wow.." Softly she cocked her head, "How far? If it's not too far we could chance it in the storm." Untangling a hand from the grass she waved towards the sky.

A grin touched her face, "So your beings have long lives as well?" Zyien physically looked in her early twenties, though, in reality, she was nearly a hundred years old -- but that was young for them!

She nodded at him, "We will find your gear then. Can that blue-glowing thing show you where it is?" Zyien rose to her feet, stretching her arms above her head, not purposefully her pale stomach exposed itself as she stretched out. When her shoulders and arms relaxed she spun to him, offering a hand and a soft smile, "Thunder? Ah, I used to be terrified of thunder, but I grew out of it. The forests look beautiful after rainfall.." Her voice trailed off, "Hopefully, we'll have a forest left." She wiggled her fingers at him, hoping he'd take her offer of aid.

"My world? Wonderful, vast, multicultural.." She began. "I can explain as she search for your weaponry." Zyien stretched her arm out further, "I wont hurt."

 

[Midnight]

Raven 's eyes focused on the female, again he heard her speak, noting that he didn't think magic was real. "I don't think magic isn't real, I know it isn't, there is no magic, only science, thousands of years, and we haven't even been able to prove there is a god." The male spoke almost cynically, deciding to change the subject before the female got prickly, people tended to get prickly when someone questioned their religion. Raven's eyes redirected downwards, towards the long grass that was sitting in, it was comfortable at least, better than the hard bunk of a ship or the cold ground.

"Your people may be fighting, but they haven't won yet, ow long has this war been going on?"

"From what you told me, your people are better organized than these orcs, and are intelligent enough not to fight them head on, they need to stay with that, use indirect fighting methods, the orcs may have greater numbers than you, but still, your people have a terrain advantage, as well as the advantage of better weaponry and tactical superiority." Raven was well versed in guerrilla warfare, it had been the way his people had operated for centuries, striking from behind and in force, then retreating with minimal casualties while operating in an environment hostile to outsiders.

Raven had been too focused on his display to pay attention to the female as she marveled at the technology, when he looked up she was done with that, though the look still remained on her face caused the male to smile, she was still fascinated by the technology he brought "Not too far, I only have my shortest range scanners up, I can only find things close by my position." Raven looked up at the female, moving his arm to support his weight, his suit didn't add very much, but it was enough. "We live long enough, medicine can keep us alive for a very long time, but my people believe that death comes to everybody, we live one or two hundred years.

"Where I come from, thunder is a really bad thing, it means a storm is coming, that people will die, I imagine storms aren't that bad on your world though, and no storm beasts..." Rae looked up at the female, she had extended her hand to him, telling him that she wouldn't hurt him, Raven was a stranger to kindness, not used to anyone not in his family, so her gesture confused him slightly. The male looked up at her hand, giving her a puzzled look before extending his own hand gently, his black-gloved fingers touching hers, curling around hers before the male stood himself.

"Thank you" Raven's amber eyes focused on the ground while he thanked her, he meant to be sincere of course, his body language clearly reflected that, he was just unused to any aid from an outsider. "Even if I can find my sidearms, I should be able to fight effectively and be more than deadly for your enemies." The male straightened his form and took a breath, another rumble from the thunder nearly causing him to flinch before he eased himself, remembering that the thunder wasn't a bad thing here.

"Shall we go?" The male forced a smile. Really, Raven was stunned with the calmness the elf had when she was confronted with the fact that he was not even from her world, from space, and bearing technology her people wouldn't have for thousands of years if not nudged, normally natives weren't as calm, maybe her people met outsiders before... the female said they dealt with humans after all, perhaps the alliance was here? "These humans you mentioned, where are they, I am guessing they are not the humans I am used to."

 

[Nymphetamine]

Zyien chose to hold her tongue and merely nod. "Yet." She repeated his words, quite sadly. "This war has been going on since the dawn of their people. They are mutations, unnatural. They know this. A few decades this physical battle has been going on, though." She said, waving a finger lazily. Her eyes met his for a very short second, before she averted her eyes from him again.

"Aye, we know they have more brute strength and numbers than us, yet we speak with the elements, we talk with the trees and grass. We also see in the dark and are agile and quick fighters. Sadly though, these Orcs are adapting to this. Slowly.. they are becoming more aware of our movements in the night, they've managed to kill a few of our Strikers." Nodding her mane of hair, Zyien still looked saddened, she was not much of a fighter herself. Though, she wished she was able to help. Able to take up arms either with her magical abilities or with weaponry and fight for her home. Fight for her people. The sadness was overwhelming, she'd been in this slump since a year or two ago, when they started losing more openly.

But! Now! With this Raven-man.. he'd help them! She knew he would. A small smile lit her face, he would save them. Even though she could not, in same way, she felt as if she'd aided them, found them their savior.

"But we will find them, they couldn't have gotten too far from where I found you. And.. with my reputation they'll let me pass without question." Offering him a small smile, Zyien was cheered internally. Diplomatically, Zyien was powerful. Physically or magically? Not so much. "Medicine? You know remedies to allow you long lives?" her eyes nearly bugged from her head. Perhaps not for themselves, as a normal Elvish relished in death, it was a passage. Some powerful magical users with low immune would love to know of this though.. She thought to herself. After the beatings your body takes from magic, they'd live a normal length life! "You should tell me more about this medicine later.. My kind survives a thousand or two years according to human measurements. I'm nearing my one hundredth, personally."

Her face softened to his words. His people sounded like they had a hard life. Their terrain must be hideous and terrible. Zyien contemplated on his words, storms were never that bad here. Every Century or so there would be a dangerous storm that would topple their homes and flood their forests.. but never as often as he made it seem!

His fingers touched hers, and she leaned back, pulling him up the best she could, though.. he did most of the work. Zyien's hand then dropped as he straightened himself out, she marveled at him for a moment. He was.. much taller than her, or any of her people. She was literally looking up at him. "I'm glad. We need the help. The humans cannot help us.. they are too afraid of the Orcs. Trust me, I've tried to ask for their aid. They've got 'more important things to take care of then the petty squabble of the Elvish and the Orcs.'" She spat the words with a disgruntled look in her eyes. "Even after all the wars we've won for them.." A sigh left her full lips.

Zyien was too naive to be surprised or confused, that, and she knew her own Lore. The Elvish were beings here at he dawn of time, the eldest race other than the gods themselves. Dwarfish originated around the same time. After nearly a Millennium.. Humans began to 'exist', first they resembled the Dwarfish closely, then they grew... and grew... and grew to be what they were now. Pulling back the tent flap, Zyien stepped into the opening and started towards the forest, trying to keep herself from looking too far in the distance. "I'll take you back to where I found you.. yes?

"You ought to meet a human or two.. then you can judge for yourself, yes? So.. what about my 'world' do you wish to know?"