Post by Heyo Kelly-o on Sept 24, 2007 7:12:42 GMT -5
Blon Fel Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen was hatched in exile on the planet Lete, circling the star Jarenx, half a galaxy away from the world that should have been her home.
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On her fifth hatchday, her eight-years-older sister, Johr Nir Noyn Yisegmir-Far Slitheen gave her her first knife, a thin little blade made of ordinary steel, and she loved it. She spent several nights cutting through the skin on her two-week-old brother Snon's hand, just to watch the blood seep from the skin, so slowly. Johr was fed to the venom grubs shortly after.
--
When she turned ten she passed the little knife on to her brother, by pushing it through his hand and into the wall, careful not to hit any veins. She watched with avid facination as he tugged at the blade but only recieved more cuts for his troubles. Eventually, her Father came upon them, the boy struggling futily to get free and the girl, staring at the slowly forming pool of blood at his feet.
--
Her youngest sister was hatched when she was twelve years old. She was told that the hatchling was hers to raise, to teach her something, she wasn't sure what. She hadn't been paying much attention while her Mother was telling her, her mind on her upcoming hatchday.
The hatchling was never much of a bother, much too soft in Blon's opinion, and one day they were seperated in the evening, on a rocky beach while the tide came in. The path from the beach was quickly disappearing, and Blon made to follow it. Then, the hatchling cried out, from the opposite direction. She ignored the cried and made her way home, just barely escaping the rising water.
Her Father congratulated her on learning the lesson she was meant to learn, and she was given a new knife, a ruby-gilted silver blade with an electronic pulse installed him the tip. She smile-snarled at him, and later went back to beach, to find the hatchlings body.
--
When she turned thirteen she used the knife to kill her younger brother, securing her place as the superior of the Slitheen children. She could have used the electronic pulse, but elected against it. Carefully and precisely, she cut along the arteries on his arms, then the same in his legs, letting them bleed themselves dry as she sliced open his chest and carved his heart out of his ribs.
--
It became obvious when she was a young woman that the trade economy of the planet Lete was somewhat lacking. As in, non-existant. And it became apparent because her Father and three of her Uncles, along with a small group of cousins, were chosen to change that fact. She was to go with them.
Their plan was simple, if a bit too crude for her tastes. It might even have worked, had they chosen a different planet. But they didn't, and they were defeated. She heard her Father and her Uncles die, watched the cousins as they followed the same fate, and slid away to safety, biding her time.
--
The woman, Margaret Blaine was an accident. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she was decidedly more attractive than the terrible male body-suit she had been wearing. Pretending to be male was taking its toll, and Blon only wanted something simple.
She rose to power in the most innocent of ways, a good word here, a bit of gossip passed along there, the mysterious disappearance of her opponent when she ran for office, and she was in. From there it was simple enough to find a way out, or, rather, off. Such a simple plan, if more elegent than her Father's and it would have worked, if, again, it had been a different planet.
--
When she was thirty-seven years old, she looked into the heart of the Tardis, looking - not for redemption - but for a way out. She was given what she wanted.
The egg that had once been Blon Fel Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen was transported to the hatcheries of Raxacoricofallapatorius, and left inconspicuously among the hundreds of other eggs.
--
Imra Yil Yarit Kisatchet-Get Thaleem was hatched on the third day of the fourth season, in the shadow of the eclipse of Clom and her own home.
--
On her fifth hatchday, her six brothers and sister threw her a party, and she gorged herself on nirdeth fruit and hotcakes. Her parents gave her a book on theoretical sciences, and she read it front to back within a month.
--
When she was ten years old, she gathered all the money she'd collected over the past few years, and bought herself a chemistry set. She sat in her room for weeks mixing chemicals and testing them on pieces of paper, and skin cut from her own hand.
--
Her parents, noticing her ease with the sciences sent her to a medical school specializing in chemical compounds when she was twelve. She excelled at all her classes, quickling rising to the top of her class and graduating two years early. One of her sisters made her a bright blue and orange tapestry in congradulations, and she hung it on her wall beside the metal disk that was her diploma.
--
She was eighteen when the plague began, first in the far north and south, where the conditions were a bit more extreme, then speading quickly to the other continents. Many people panicked and fled the planet, speading the disease to other worlds. The neighboring systems were quickly and quietly put into quarantine. Imra began researching the disease as soon as non-contagious samples were found.
Six years later, she found a cure.
--
On her fifth hatchday, her eight-years-older sister, Johr Nir Noyn Yisegmir-Far Slitheen gave her her first knife, a thin little blade made of ordinary steel, and she loved it. She spent several nights cutting through the skin on her two-week-old brother Snon's hand, just to watch the blood seep from the skin, so slowly. Johr was fed to the venom grubs shortly after.
--
When she turned ten she passed the little knife on to her brother, by pushing it through his hand and into the wall, careful not to hit any veins. She watched with avid facination as he tugged at the blade but only recieved more cuts for his troubles. Eventually, her Father came upon them, the boy struggling futily to get free and the girl, staring at the slowly forming pool of blood at his feet.
--
Her youngest sister was hatched when she was twelve years old. She was told that the hatchling was hers to raise, to teach her something, she wasn't sure what. She hadn't been paying much attention while her Mother was telling her, her mind on her upcoming hatchday.
The hatchling was never much of a bother, much too soft in Blon's opinion, and one day they were seperated in the evening, on a rocky beach while the tide came in. The path from the beach was quickly disappearing, and Blon made to follow it. Then, the hatchling cried out, from the opposite direction. She ignored the cried and made her way home, just barely escaping the rising water.
Her Father congratulated her on learning the lesson she was meant to learn, and she was given a new knife, a ruby-gilted silver blade with an electronic pulse installed him the tip. She smile-snarled at him, and later went back to beach, to find the hatchlings body.
--
When she turned thirteen she used the knife to kill her younger brother, securing her place as the superior of the Slitheen children. She could have used the electronic pulse, but elected against it. Carefully and precisely, she cut along the arteries on his arms, then the same in his legs, letting them bleed themselves dry as she sliced open his chest and carved his heart out of his ribs.
--
It became obvious when she was a young woman that the trade economy of the planet Lete was somewhat lacking. As in, non-existant. And it became apparent because her Father and three of her Uncles, along with a small group of cousins, were chosen to change that fact. She was to go with them.
Their plan was simple, if a bit too crude for her tastes. It might even have worked, had they chosen a different planet. But they didn't, and they were defeated. She heard her Father and her Uncles die, watched the cousins as they followed the same fate, and slid away to safety, biding her time.
--
The woman, Margaret Blaine was an accident. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she was decidedly more attractive than the terrible male body-suit she had been wearing. Pretending to be male was taking its toll, and Blon only wanted something simple.
She rose to power in the most innocent of ways, a good word here, a bit of gossip passed along there, the mysterious disappearance of her opponent when she ran for office, and she was in. From there it was simple enough to find a way out, or, rather, off. Such a simple plan, if more elegent than her Father's and it would have worked, if, again, it had been a different planet.
--
When she was thirty-seven years old, she looked into the heart of the Tardis, looking - not for redemption - but for a way out. She was given what she wanted.
The egg that had once been Blon Fel Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen was transported to the hatcheries of Raxacoricofallapatorius, and left inconspicuously among the hundreds of other eggs.
--
Imra Yil Yarit Kisatchet-Get Thaleem was hatched on the third day of the fourth season, in the shadow of the eclipse of Clom and her own home.
--
On her fifth hatchday, her six brothers and sister threw her a party, and she gorged herself on nirdeth fruit and hotcakes. Her parents gave her a book on theoretical sciences, and she read it front to back within a month.
--
When she was ten years old, she gathered all the money she'd collected over the past few years, and bought herself a chemistry set. She sat in her room for weeks mixing chemicals and testing them on pieces of paper, and skin cut from her own hand.
--
Her parents, noticing her ease with the sciences sent her to a medical school specializing in chemical compounds when she was twelve. She excelled at all her classes, quickling rising to the top of her class and graduating two years early. One of her sisters made her a bright blue and orange tapestry in congradulations, and she hung it on her wall beside the metal disk that was her diploma.
--
She was eighteen when the plague began, first in the far north and south, where the conditions were a bit more extreme, then speading quickly to the other continents. Many people panicked and fled the planet, speading the disease to other worlds. The neighboring systems were quickly and quietly put into quarantine. Imra began researching the disease as soon as non-contagious samples were found.
Six years later, she found a cure.