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Deathworlders Should Not Be Allowed To Date! 55
🕑 Added 2024-10-06 05:28:20 +0000 UTCLuna VI query: Set the source to the translation logs of Princess Amara Auralyn.
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Luna VI query: How did Amara convince humanity to save her planet?
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Amara stood by the table in her office, her sharp claws tapping impatiently against the wooden surface. Hints of purple marked her neck and appeared once more on her exposed arms, which she made no effort to conceal. Her opaque top, a simple garment that covered her torso but left her arms bare, clung comfortably to her form, the muted fabric allowing her emotions to show through. Her gaze drifted toward the window, though she wasn’t really seeing the view outside. Her mind was elsewhere, already focused on how to phrase her ambitious request at the upcoming meeting with Sally.
Across the room, Yelara sat composed on a plush couch that hugged the right wall. Her long tail draped elegantly over her left shoulder, and her clawed fingers interlocked gracefully in her lap. Every detail of her posture exuded composure—feet delicately aligned and tucked into polished Oczoil leather boots, legs pressed together tightly. Her skin was just deep blue adorned with black spots. Not a trace of anxiety or emotion flickered across her features.
In the middle of the room, Aldrinch shuffled from side to side, his bare feet scuffing against the soft, voluminous carpet. The thick artificial fibers muffled the noise, though his slow steps still made themselves known with each movement. His back, curved with age, bore the weight of more than a hundred harvests of accumulated knowledge and experience. Refusing to wear anything but his wooden cane and his tail for balance, he was stubbornly indifferent to the trends of Irisa. To him, clothing was a passing trend, one he proudly resisted. His weathered skin moved freely, unhindered by any covering, ensuring he was ready to use his camouflage at any given moment.
The time for the meeting had not yet arrived, but suddenly, Aldrinch stopped his pacing. The absence of his footsteps was all the signal Amara needed to know he had noticed her anxiety and was about to speak.
"Do you think asking more from the humans is wise, young one?" Aldrinch’s voice, though quiet, carried his vast experience. "The Alliance has already expelled all of our ambassadors. If the humans take offense to your request, this could be the end of our species."
Amara shifted her posture, turning her gaze from the window and locking eyes with Aldrinch. "I know how the humans think. Your worries are unnecessary."
Aldrinch’s eyes drifted to her neck, where the faint purple hue lingered, betraying her unspoken doubts. Amara could almost hear his next words before he even spoke them.
"You have doubts," Aldrinch said gently. "Your colors speak more than your mouth. If you are not certain, we should wait until your heir is born. Perhaps the miracle of life will move the humans as I suspect it will move us."
Amara was about to respond, but before she could, Yelara’s voice cut in, smooth and confident.
"Amara knows what she is doing," Yelara said. "Once, I understood humanity better than her, but now there is no one in this world who knows them better than she does. She has one for herself at home now."
Amara turned to Yelara and noted how composed she appeared, a serene figure on the couch. For a brief moment, a flicker of gratitude warmed her. She was glad to have Yelara’s loyalty, her friendship. It was true that Yelara had never truly betrayed Amara’s mother, nor had she ever fully sworn allegiance to her. But Amara could see the quiet joy that lit Yelara’s eyes every time the topic of royal succession came up. Besides, Yelara had helped bring Nathan and her together, a kindness Amara would never forget.
"Soon, I will have not only one, but two." Amara’s tail curled around to touch her now-protruding belly. Her fingertips joined and brushed it gently, and she let the silence settle between them for a few heartbeats before continuing. "Though this one will only be half human."
Amara caught the sudden change in Yelara’s expression. For just a moment, purple flared beneath the black spots on Yelara’s neck, barely noticeable before it was quickly replaced by a calm yellow. It was so brief, almost hidden, but Amara saw it. Their eyes met, and though Yelara’s expression now seemed that of someone sharing her hope, Amara knew what she was thinking—it was too soon for such happiness. The unspoken fear that everything could still go wrong hovered between them, even if Yelara tried to hide it.
"Young one, the time for the meeting is approaching." Aldrinch’s voice cut through the silence, interrupting the unspoken conversation between her and Yelara. Whether intentional or not, it brought Amara’s focus back to the matter at hand. "I will not give you my advice this time. You’ve ignored my counsel regarding humanity since the start, and time has proven you right. But if these old bones mean anything to you, I beg you to think carefully. Not with your heart, but with your head."
"You have nothing to worry about, Aldrinch." Slowly, the purple hue on her skin faded until it was entirely gone, replaced by the familiar blue. "This decision was not made lightly or in haste. I considered it deeply during the quiet moments I share with Nathan every night after our long talks."
She glanced at Aldrinch, noticing how the alignment of his black spots had become less controlled, a subtle sign that he was lost in thought. His contemplation had distracted him from actively managing his emotions—a rare occurrence for him. Seeing this, Amara didn't try to read him further and turned back toward the window, her mind shifting once more to focus on the delicate task of phrasing her request to Sally.
Time passed in the quiet room until a familiar sound reached Amara’s ears. She glanced back to see a floating window hovering in the air, displaying the name "Sally," awaiting her confirmation to connect the group call with Yelara and Aldrinch, the latter who would only receive the sound through his external translator.
With just a thought, the system interpreted her acceptance, but Amara didn’t immediately turn to the floating window with the call. Instead, she continued gazing at the view, fully aware that the AI would generate an image of her back for Sally—a small power play intended to give Amara some control over the meeting.
"I’d rather see your face than your tail, sweetheart," said Sally.
Amara had to stifle her surprise at how quickly Sally had spoken up, barely a second passing after she accepted the call. It hadn’t been her intention to annoy such a significant figure, so she turned slowly, moving at her own pace. As she shifted, her eyes caught the faint reflection in Sally’s glasses, confirming what she already knew—Sally was watching her through a real screen, not the more advanced brain interface most humans preferred.
Amara locked eyes with Sally through the virtual screen and she spoke without preamble. "I know who you are. You’re Sally Deveraux, accountant for the Security Department of the Global Union."
With their eyes connected, she let the weight of the statement linger. Nathan and Mia had helped her uncover Sally’s identity. Rumors circulated that this woman had turned a blind eye to military overspending, someone who likely held a network of favors owed to her—a figure with quiet power wielded behind the scenes.
Sally’s gaze remained steady on the camera, her expression unreadable, but her response came immediately, dripping with a sharp edge.
"I would’ve told you that if you had bothered to ask, Princess," Sally said, her tone layered with condescension, as though Amara’s discovery had been a mere trifle, nothing worth noting in Sally’s world.
Amara pressed on instead of retreating, driven more by instinct than logic. "I would have asked if you had shown the same courtesy before doing something to Irisa." Her eyes locked onto Sally’s. "What did you do that triggered the expulsion of all our ambassadors on every planet under the control of the Alliance?"
The tension in the room spiked as her question lingered. Though Amara had cut off formal communication with the Alliance, rumors still reached her ears—whispers that the humans had done something in Irisa that had caused heated debates in the parliament. She had spent days wrestling with herself over whether to confront Sally, and now that struggle had brought her to this moment.
Sally didn’t flinch. "I find it reassuring it took you this long to notice, princess," she said, her voice smooth as her fingers tapped away at a keyboard. "It means your people are free from suspicion of working against us in coalition with the Alliance."
Amara let a trace of red appear on her neck but before she could respond, Sally continued, her tone casual as if she were discussing something trivial. "If you aren’t aware, I’ll tell you. The biological tech they used for their translators had hidden communication capabilities. What we did was disable those capabilities for your world."
A ripple of awe passed through the room, but it wasn’t Yelara’s reaction that Amara noticed first—it was Aldrinch’s. He hadn’t seen Sally, but he could hear every word through his external translator. Amara caught a glimpse of something she rarely saw in the old man’s eyes: vindication. For years, the elders had debated the possibility that the Alliance’s translators could be used for espionage, and many had dismissed them as paranoid for insisting on the use of external translators. Now, with a casual remark, that old caution had been justified.
Amara’s gaze flicked to Yelara, and their eyes met in silent understanding. They both knew what this revelation would mean when Queen Khala heard it. The queen’s wrath was legendary, and when Yelara conveyed this information back to her, the ensuing fury would be something to behold.
When Amara’s eyes returned to the virtual screen, she noticed something that made her chest tighten—Sally looked completely at ease, as if this conversation wasn’t even worth her full attention. She was clearly multitasking, her gaze occasionally moving to something off-screen. Irritated, Amara blurted out her next question without much thought. "And how did you disable their communication across the entire planet?"
Sally’s response was instant. "The how is a secret." Her typing paused briefly, but her eyes remained focused on something else, her indifference stamped on her face. "But we purged the Alliance's surveillance not only from the translators—we also did the same for your computers, your spaceships, your infrastructure, and even the satellites orbiting your world."
Amara felt Sally's words hit like a cold wave. The scale was staggering—an entire planet, millions of scattered devices, altered in secret without anyone knowing. The suspicion that the Alliance had been watching them through their devices wasn't new, but what was even more surprising than the confirmation was the claim that the humans had erased it all, quietly and by unknown means.
The shock was immediate. Aldrinch’s skin flushed deep purple, his composure shattered. The previously calm Yelara now mirrored his reaction, faint purple rippling through her body. Their disbelief filled the room.
Amara kept her outward calm, but inside, she was just as shaken. If true, it would forever change how she saw humanity. Their world had been infiltrated, manipulated, and then cleansed—completely out of their sight.
Resentment and hope coexisted, even if both were contradictory. Back when she first spoke with Sally, Amara had expressed her desire to rid Irisa of the Alliance’s influence, but that old woman should have consulted her on something this monumental. She hadn’t anticipated that the humans would be so thorough, nor that Earth would go as far as to literally erase every trace of the Alliance from Irisa.
"May I ask if this was a joint action with Mars and the O'Neill conglomerate?" Amara asked, her colors neutral even though she had never felt so small at a negotiation table before. Depending on Sally’s answer, there was still a slim chance she could regain some influence, some control.
Sally paused her typing for a moment and replied, her tone nonchalant. "I know what you're thinking, sweetheart. But even though they weren't informed beforehand, they figured out what we did within hours. If you were planning to use that as leverage, it’s already a few months too late."
Amara’s mind raced, forgetting Aldrinch and Yelara. For the first time, Sally had misread her intentions. She hadn’t planned to use that information as leverage—she was certain that weaponizing it would do more harm than good to Irisa.
What Amara realized was that humanity’s leadership wasn’t fully aligned on how to handle the Alliance. That was the small piece she needed. If she could carefully express her discontent with how her species had been treated, she might gain some ground, a chance to ask for what they wanted.
"Mars requested permission to send two doctors and some researchers to the surface. They seem very interested in Elysira," Amara continued, watching Sally carefully. "The O'Neill conglomerate also wants to meet with Elder Khevor. They had the audacity to ask for an entire delegation to have direct contact with his clan."
Sally listened without much reaction, her focus still split as the princess laid out her reasoning. Amara steadied herself, keeping her tone flat as she delivered her final statement. "I am considering asking them if they are instead interested in saving our planet from destruction."
For the first time in a while, Sally’s eyes moved directly toward Amara. "Don't bluff me, Princess." Her gaze returned to her keyboard, dismissive. "Mars is more interested in spying on your planet than saving it, and Robert and the vultures who follow him are only concerned with making money. You know that."
Amara took a deep breath, something inside her telling her that now was the moment to make her move. "They may not intend to save us, but they could certainly help spread some news to Earth’s press." She watched as a flicker of change passed through Sally’s eyes and seized the moment to continue. "I would imagine the headline 'Irisian Princess Pregnant with a Human' might spark quite a bit of attention for the cause of saving our planet."
Sally stopped multitasking, her full attention snapping to Amara through the screen. She said nothing, but the weight of her silence pressed down on Amara. In the quiet, her mind drifted to all those hours spent with Nathan, watching human films and learning about their society. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong by using personal information to gain leverage. In fact, she believed this approach might work far better than any of the schemes the elders would devise. She now understood how humanity operated on a deeper level.
"I see someone’s told you we’ve been shielding the public from certain... dangerous information." Sally adjusted her glasses, her voice carrying the tone of someone who had seen it all. "Nathan, of course. Men choosing their alien girlfriend over the well-being of their people. It's to be expected."
"It is not my intention to harm any human," Amara responded, taking full advantage of Sally’s focus. Her voice took on a regal weight, her words carrying her hope. "I simply believe that if more humans came to Irisa, your leaders would have no choice but to save us."
"Naive," Sally snapped. "If you follow through with your little threat, you'll create far more problems for your people than ours." She continued, her words biting. "Humans are easily swayed by trends. If they hear about your romantic escapades with Nathan, civilians with their own ships might flood Irisa, thinking they’ve got a chance at winning a princess too. And I’m not talking about the respectful kind like Nathan or the obedient ones like Ryo. I’m talking about the kind of humans who won’t respect your boundaries, who won’t care to understand your culture, and who are far more simple-minded than you’re prepared for. Believe me, sweetheart, neither of our species is ready to handle that scenario."
Amara had never heard Sally speak at such length, and it was this that convinced her she had finally hit the right nerve. She leaned in slightly, her tone still composed. "Would you consider saving us without involving the public?"
Sally interlocked her fingers, leaning forward until her chin rested on her hands. Her gaze settled on Amara, sharp and knowing. "There’s been plenty of talk about helping your people," she began, their eyes connecting through the virtual screen. "A lot of back and forth on the ‘ifs’ and ‘hows.’ But… if, and only if, you promise not to reveal your pregnancy now—nor within the first year after the birth—I can help move things along."
Not now, nor in the first year? An Earth year was about two harvests on Irisa. The thought of keeping this secret for so long didn’t sit well with Amara. It wasn’t just about her own feelings; having more humans on Irisa would mean added protection. It would make the Alliance think twice before causing trouble, as it would force them to risk a war with humanity. Still... there was something comforting in hearing Sally talk about her child’s birth with such certainty, more so than even Yelara had dared to. For once, someone wasn’t reminding her of the risks or of everything that could go wrong, as if she weren’t already carrying those fears herself.
"I can agree to that," Amara said, her decision quick, though a thought struck her. "But I fear Nathan may have already spoken of me to his parents."
"We’ve been keeping an eye on his communications," Sally said, her eyes drifting back to her keyboard, her tone casual now, as if the most important part of their conversation had passed. "All he’s said, and I quote, is ‘I met this amazing girl, and we’re serious.’ His parents think he’s talking about one of the women from the space station, and he hasn’t corrected them." She glanced up at Amara one last time, her expression steady. "It’ll be better if you convince him not to tell his parents about you rather than us stepping in to censor his messages. From what I’ve seen, he’s been hesitant to mention you, so I reckon you won’t have much trouble persuading him."
With that, the virtual window faded, leaving Amara in the silence of the room. She turned to find Aldrinch staring, his skin an unpredictable swirl of purple and yellow—surprise, mixed with awe and happiness. Across from him, Yelara had completely lost her composure, gripping her tail tightly, her wide eyes betraying the shock she’d been holding back.
They spoke almost at the same time.
"I can't believe I will be alive to see our planet saved," Aldrinch marveled, his voice thick with emotion.
"I can't believe Nathan lied to you," Yelara muttered, her wide eyes still locked on Amara.
At the sight of their vastly different reactions, Amara chose to respond to Yelara. "He did not lie. He just omitted the truth, the same way he did with his parents."
With her mind now tangled in the weight of what lay ahead—conversations, decisions, and uncertainties—Amara turned back to the window. But one question bothered her more than the rest. How would she show Nathan she was upset about being kept a secret, while still convincing him not to tell his parents about her from now on?
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This was an account based on how Amara convinced humanity to save her planet. The previous narrative is based on the events of the fifth month of the exploratory mission of Irisa. According to your current settings, no queries will be suggested.
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Ziemir
That's a catchy song. Weirdly I can listen to anything when I'm writing, but when I'm reading I prefer the quiet.
Rohn Carver
I read through this while listening to banana boat - DAY-O
