Alternate Identities: Sunny
Player Name: Alexandra
|Hair Color:||Sun gold|
|Eye Color:||Sky blue||Height:||6' 0"|
Sunny is a tall, willowy young woman whose once pale skin has darked into an all-over tan. The pale blue marking scattered about her body she says are as natural as freckles on humans and gives her a very unique look that turns heads both male and female ... the fact that she is usually dressed in something a revealing as Raven doesn't help. Another major change since landing in Archer's world is her hair. Once worn close-cropped she has delighted in letting it grow and is now nearly to her waist. Testing has shown Sunny to be genetically similar enough to both elves and the humans of Earth so as to make cross-breeding possible should Sunny decide she might like children.
The capsule was ejected seconds before the ship had been vaporized by the combined salvo of dozens of the black ships. It fell unnoticed or ignored toward a distance main sequence type G star, its occupant suspended by the by the survival systems built into the pod. As it approached a small rent in the casing was exposed to the radiation of the nearing star and flooded the interior with what should have been a deadly bombardment. The unconscious occupant, however, was of a sterner stuff and radiation mixed with genetics and subtly changed the very structure of the body.
On and on the pod fell, boring in toward the distant star and its sure destruction but the star did not float through the ether unaccompanied. A blue green marble raced across the face of the star and intercepted the falling craft. Automatic programming activated, slowly waking the passenger even as the ablative coating on the surface began to burn away. When the capsule hit the water, the hatch exploded up and away then rockets fired and boosted the single couch high into the air. At its apex, a chute deployed, forming a canopy over the solo survivor of a space battle more then thirty light years distant. The wind and fresh air acted as a tonic, enhancing the stimulants already injected, and the passenger awoke seconds before the couch touched down in the sea.
Cold, salty water poured into her mouth, she sputtered, coughed and struggled with the crash webbing holding her to the sinking couch. Then there was another beside her in the sea, deftly severing the tough strands of the webbing. A strong hand gripped the webbing bunched across her chest and pulled, snapping the remaining tendrils and freeing her. A powerful arm looped around her body just below her breasts and a kick sent them racing toward the surface. Grateful lungs expanded as they rose nearly half her body length into the air and fell back into the cool sea with the other beneath her, holding her head above water. Powerful legs kicked below her body, propelling them at a surprising rate of speed towards an unseen goal.
The other spoke, the voice deep and masculine and totally incomprehensible. She replied, her language lilting and slightly sing-song, her voice a melodious soprano. Again he spoke, never slackening his swimming, this time in another language with a repeated word that she had spoke interspersed. What nonsense, she realized, that he should tow her like a barge when she was perfectly able to swim on her own. Without considering, she twisted in his grip and pulled away, at last facing the creature that had pulled her from the sinking couch. They treaded water, their faces and bodies only a foot apart and regarded the other.
What he saw would have heated the blood of any male of even an approximate humanoid. The girl floating before him had the face of a golden hair angel with eyes the color of a cloudless summer day. Though her skin was far paler than his, she had the most beautiful blue markings on either side of her face and on her shoulders. Between small, high breasts a blue arrow seemed to point up to her lips. He was not sure if the coloration was natural or body art.
She gazed back at a man with black hair plastered to his skull by the sea water who gazed at her appraisingly through the greenest eyes she’d ever seen. His skin may have been a touch darker than hers but without the markings of her race. He was a terribly handsome male and on impulse she reached out and stroked his cheek. The dazzlingly white smile she received in return made her laugh lightly.
Again she spoke, explaining who she was and what had happened and though he did not reply, something in his look told her to keep talking. She was of the Arcadian race, a people now inhabiting vast cities orbited their native star in the Green Zone that once held their home world. Millennia ago, Arcadian scientists had discovered their world was moving further out from their star at a surprising rate, a rate that would doom the people if some method of saving them was not found. To this end, the entire race, united against a common problem, developed space flight, ever striving to escape through the use of an FTL system. They failed and at last resigned themselves to saving their race with the use of Generation ships.
At first they took the resources from their home world but as they exhausted this, they turned to the other worlds in their system. The asteroids, rich deposits of iron where harvested then the moons of the other planets. Over the centuries they constructed and launched several thousand of ships, each carrying tens of thousands people, sending them on their way to a hoped for salvation. Though they saved hundreds of millions, they came to realize not all could be saved and in the last three centuries began building the huge orbital cities, plundering their system for every last erg of energy, every last ton of ore. When, at last, the very atmosphere of their world began to solidify, they lifted off from their last equatorial base and consigned their world to the deep freeze.
That had been two thousand years ago. Since that time, the Arcadians expanded to the moons of their systems worlds and even to begin settlements on those planets that offered at least a chance of survival. And their home world? It spiraled out of the system and vanished from even their most powerful telescopes.
Meanwhile, the Generation ships slowly scattered, a very few finding new planets to settle, many others falling to disaster, one seeming bringing doom to them all. Unknown to those blithely living out their lives in the growing cities, one ship drifted into range of a Snee scout ship and was boarded. Within three days, the entire compliment of passengers where slaughtered by the crew of the scout and a search began for the origin of the vast Generation ship. The thing was, the Snee had FTL.
The man held up a hand, his salty fingers touching her lips to stop the flow of words. She frowned but his words stunned her.
“I have fought the Snee many times and I am sorry to hear that they have found your cities.” His accent was perfect, identical to hers down to inflection.
“How do you come to speak my language?” she asked, unbelieving.
“One of my many talents,” he replied. “I am Aaron, welcome to Earth. Now, if I may, let’s get out of this ocean before you completely turn blue.”
She didn’t understand what he had planned but he did it so naturally, she felt no apprehension when this man took her in his arms, holding her tightly to his body. She caught her breath when unexpectedly they rose from the sea literally flew across the sky toward a distant shore.
He felt warm against her body and comfortable and his nearness began to warm her in ways other than pure body heat but before she became bothered by it, he slowed and dropped lightly into the sand at the edge of the vast ocean. She stepped back, not to distance herself from him, but because her first sight of real land came as a shock. The cities had vast lakes and to swim in them as common, but all that surrounded them were the massive buildings of the city. Here, scant feet from her, a towering cliff of rock loomed over them and made her feel very small. Tentatively she moved toward it and laid a hand on the bones of the Earth, marveling at the texture. He watched her, silently amused and touched when she pressed her body against the rock as if to embrace the very planet. The lowering sun had baked the rock throughout the day and its warmth called to the girl as if from eons ago. Her cheek resting on the smooth, hard surface, she closed her eyes and felt as if she touched something living. The man remained silent, understanding her feelings, until she pushed away and turned to face him.
“This is an actual planet?” she asked, her voice small.
“It is not covered with a dome?” she darted a glance at the azure sky.
He shook his head.
“There is natural life here?”
Again he nodded.
She smiled tentatively. “Will you show me your world?”
He nodded slowly then smiled. “All in one day?”
She sensed his teasing and shook her head.
“Could you show me an animal?”
He held out a hand and she took it, moving to walk beside him as he made his way up a dune of sand between two cliffs. As they reached the top a valley opened before them. It was sheltered on all sides by the same towering cliffs she’d already embraced and she realized her entire city could have fitted inside that basin. All around were great tall plants with a reddish hued skin and greenery way up at the top. Below, shadowed, smaller plants sprouted, profuse with colors she had never seen. The ground they walked upon became spongy with green spiky plants no more than four fingers high that felt so soft to the touch she stopped and knelt. He watched her pet the grass as if it were an animal and smiled, and then she lay down on the lawn and stretched, her body taut with the effort and terribly sexy. She rolled over in it, like a kid and stopped with her nose buried in the blades. He heard her inhaling the scent of the grass and earth and stretched out on his belly beside her. Poking in the grass he found a tiny creature and held a finger up with the thing crawling over the nail.
“Lady bug,” he said, as the tiny black spotted red domed thing took flight.
She watched it disappear, her mouth hanging open in delight. “Does everything here fly?”
“Well, not quite,” he chuckled and then came to his feet, offering her a hand.
She took it and he pulled her to her feet. Tugging her hand slightly, he headed for a distant building. A sound of a pipe stopped her and she looked around, seeking the source.
“Mockingbird,” he explained, pointing at a nearby plant.
On it sat a small thing with a sharp nose and very lone tail. It was grey with a lighter colored belly and two stripes near the end of the tail. It too, took to wing and disappeared into the tall plants with the reddish skin. Again she gapped, each new creature leaving her awed and delighted and a little scared.
When they reached the building it seemed as any other building she’d seen until she recognized that it was made entirely of stone. She ran a finger over the rock.
“You must be very wealthy to have a whole building of stone.”
“I am, but not because of the building.”
He stopped before a very large door, like a loading door and pulled one side open. A smell rolled from the opening and overwhelmed her. It was the most horrible thing she had ever smelled but yet it was the most wonderful as well. Inside a passage was flanked by low walls of some brown building material and behind these walls stood three terrifyingly large monsters. She shrank back, instinctively ducking behind the man and peering around his shoulder. He stepped away from her and she hurried to stay behind him but he was going to one of those terrible beasts! She stopped before he did and found herself exposed to the gaze of all three creatures.
The man stopped before the largest and when it thrust its head at him suddenly she screamed and shrank back. To her surprise, the beast merely pressed its nose against his cheek and snorted. He lifted a hand and stroked the long forehead, murmuring words she did not understand.
“This is River Arch,” he said, scratching the thing behind one large ear. “He is a horse and a very beautiful one at that.”
She looked at the beast doubtfully but something deep inside her called out as if the creature were a long lost friend. Gathering herself, she stepped forward, hand out and barely touched the hairy snout. The creature made no move and she found the hair to be the softest thing she’d ever touched. Moving closer, she stroked the nose, feeling the hot breath against her palm. It lifted its head and nudged her cheek, nearly making her stumble.
“Does it like me?” she asked, glancing at the man.
“Since he hasn’t given you a taste test, I guess he does.”
Her eyes grew wide at the thought of this taste test thing and she backed away. The man reached into a sack and pulled forth a small, round object, handing it to her.
“Since you aren’t on his menu, perhaps you might offer him a treat.”
She looked at the red thing with the small stem and said “A plant?”
“An apple,” he replied. “Just place it in your palm and hold it out to him.”
Doing as instructed she nearly jumped when the creature’s lips pulled back to reveal huge square teeth and snapped it out of her hand without even brushing her skin.
“He’s being greedy again.” The man smiled and stroked the creature’s flank.
A strange noise came from the golden creature in the next box and the man cooed to the other beast, literally kissing it on the nose.
Don’t worry, Buttercup, I love you too.” He held an apple out to the other but it gently took a bite rather than snapping it up in one chomp. “She’s of a much sweeter disposition then him.”
She noted a much smaller version of the great black River Arch, lay in the stuff at the feet of the golden creature and understood that is was a baby. She watched it struggle to its feet and totter on its impossibly long legs over to her. The great black eyes gazed up at her and she put a hand out to it. It laid its head in her palm and feeling rose up in her and overwhelmed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bent to lay her head on the small thing’s forehead. She buried her face in the soft hair and sobbed, not understanding why and not really caring.
The man stood back, stroking the golden one and watched for a moment then placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“I feel the same way when I look at him,” he whispered. “He such a magnificent animal.”
Her tear streaked face lifted and their eyes met for a very long time, and then she was sobbing against his chest, his arms enfolding her. Gradually she stopped then, embarrassed, pulled away. Wiping her eyes, she looked up at him.
“Do you live here alone?”
His mouth twitched, one corner lifting in a half smile.
“No, not hardly, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready for a mob of people so I asked Spock to keep everyone away for a little bit.”
This she understood. Her people had been using computers and robots for centuries.
“May I meet others now?”
A small sound made her turn and she looked down on the smallest woman she’d ever seen. She was a full foot shorter than she was herself and exotically beautiful. Her hair was as black as space and flowed down the length of her body to her knees. Around her face the hair was braided with transparent beads of a deep red and across her brow was a diadem baring a single red jewel flanked by small bars of a metal. In her heart shaped face slightly tilted eyes nearly twin in color to the man’s gazed at her with an almost innocent look.
She wore an odd one piece black body suit, barely covering the essentials, with an open front that plunged down her body to a point well below her naval. At her throat was suspended another of the red jewels but this was easily larger than all the others combined. Strange creatures coiled about her body, seeming to move over her very skin in a way the girl found hypnotic. She blinked away the vision and looked into the smaller woman’s eyes and received a smile. When she spoke the girl was once again lost in a language she didn’t understand but the man translated.
“This is Raven,” he said, Raven insinuating her way under his arm and against his body. “She is my wife.”
The size difference between the two was shocking to the girl. All her life she had seen no adult less than her own six feet and here Raven was so small as to seem a child beside the tall Aaron. Briefly she wondered if the tiny woman wasn’t actually a child but she disregarded the notion. Raven disconnected herself from Aaron and shocked the girl yet again by hugging her.
Very quickly the man spoke to the woman, obviously explaining what had happened. Raven listened without comment then seemed to make a suggestion. Aaron nodded.
“You are a stranger in a strange land,” he said, “and until you are acclimated to this world or returned to your own, if possible, we offer you our home for as long as you wish.
Aaron called her Sunny, when her own name turned out to be impossible for any but him to pronounce and over the next weeks spent a great deal of time with her showing off the wonders of his valley. His world proved to be the most amazing place she had ever seen. It was all the things she had ever read about her lost home world and far more. For a long time her heart ached at the beauty of the Earth and at what her people had lost. They would never know the joy of the wind or flowers or spring or cuddling a kitten. Her whole life before now seemed so empty and arid.