So, Chubbie is back. Again. This is the revamped version of Cryptids. After much agonizing, I think this will be my ticket back to the writing world. Woo. This is Cryptids, but from a much better version of Chubbie the writer. Expect plenty more from this gal. Anyways, enjoy my loves.
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"Porting human number four dash six eight seven three alpha eighteen, Kimara Alyse Moark from Afrique Cont five." At the end of the long, sterile space vessel harbor stood a tall iron arch bearing blue lights and circuitry. Although a speaker could not be seen, the feminine robot voice poured out into the empty, alerting the lone operator to look up from her holo-news. As the pale blue light of the T-Port dissipated, an extremely tall, curvy figure stepped out onto the landing strip. The woman, identified as Petty Officer Moark wore the typical warrior's uniform of a black camouflage jumpsuit and calf high heavy combat boots. The stretchy, armored material encased her hard muscles as she stretched on the landing pad. She hated the intense squeezing and compacted feeling of teleporting. Putting her heavy pack over her shoulder, Kimara Moark smiled at the port operator.
"Denawei, Ma'am," she said in greeting, her accent light and almost undetectable, "Where can I find Harbor twelve, level sixteen?"
"Hello to you too. To the elevator. Hit sixteen first, twelve for the Horizontal. Welcome to Amasia, Officer Moark, we've been expecting you."
"Thank you."
Kim flipped her hover board out of her pack and hopped on, riding her way up to Harbor twelve. When she hovered out of the lift, she was faced with a huge bay window, surrounded by maze-like hallways. Deciding not to risk getting lost immediately, she stopped to gaze at her new home. She could see the bare Cont. Amasia was a seasonably warm place with a lot of farm land. The people here were rather short, much short than the civilians at home. Kimara hovered until with was right beside the window, almost touching the reinforced glass-metal hybrid. She could see the A-Bred plants of the gardens and a mountain range not too far from the edge of the building. She knew that beyond that was the Maneet barrier of Cont Amasia. My new protection responsibility. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. It wasn't exactly her ideal plan, this moving from Afrique to do her final studies for officer placement. She'd worked damned hard at Mgapo Warrior Academy at home, without too many people knowing who her family is thanks to some clever paperwork editing. But because of all the plotting and meddling on her mother and father's behalves, she was now stuck on Amasia, sticking out like a damn sore thumb where everyone and their old ass auntie would recognize her last name. Moving near her super chill uncle was the only thing she could think off to keep from getting married off and nepotism'ed to death. As Kim lost her way into her thoughts, she kind of forgot she had somewhere to be. Luckily, that didn't exactly last long.
"Great Maneet, you are freaking late girl! Thank Him that that meddling, nosey port girl comm'ed the quarters to let us know you arrived!" a voice shrilled.
Kimara grimaced before turned to see her Auntie Moragen, plastering a big fake grin on her face. Kimara was pulled down into the smaller woman's embrace. It wasn't that she didn't like her aunt. It was that she reminded her so much of her mother. Overbearing. "Hi Auntie. Sorry I'm late. Mum was crying about me going to lose so much weight from not eating and never seeing her again because I'll forget where I come from. How are you, where's Uncle Chrism?"
Moragen pulled Kimara down one of the adjoining hallways and began to prattle on about her Uncle and life on Amasia. Moragen was Kimara's aunt by marriage. Her mother's brother moved from Cont Afrique to Cont Amasia and met her during one of those silly formal civilian meet and greets. Moragen was a native Amasian and it showed in her appearance. Kimara eyed the older woman with apprehension. Now it was blatantly obvious that they had intense physical differences. Where Moragen was short and yellow-toned, Kimara was tall and had a dark mahogany, almost black skin. Kimara had curves where her aunt was petite; she had an abundance of full, heavy breasts, wide hips and a high, round ass that jiggled more than it didn't. Aunt Moragen was soft where Kim had muscles on top of muscles and short straight hair where Kimara had a mass of long, thick locs that shot out and down to the middle of her back. Never mind her full lips, big hazel eyes and button nose with a septum piercing, one of many piercings. And all of her silver and yellow Afrique tattoos that glowed in UV light. Kimara knew that most women here looked like her aunt and she was going to stick out even more than she already did from her last name being "Moark".
"Did you hear me, little girl?" she heard her aunt say. Kimara's head snapped up.
"Ma'am?"
"I said this is your classroom for career specialization. Luckily, it's everyone else's first day of class too. They, however, managed to travel here on time. A week ago. Do not embarrass your uncle and don't hover board in there. You don't have time to go find your quarters first so you'll need to report to Lt. Jacos Marren after CP. Ask someone to help you and good luck!"
Kim was pulled down for a forehead kiss, then abandoned as her aunt rushed off. Jumping off her board, Kimara knocked before the door slid open. She stepped into a small lecture hall, maybe four rows of six desks and it wasn't completely full. Directly in front of her was yet another petite yellow-brown woman with straight hair smiling.
"Well class, that late arrival I mentioned is finally here. Seems you had some trouble. Go ahead and face the class. Introduce yourself, ranks and all."
Kimara sighed. She stood at attention and turned about face to the class. Taking a deep breath, she said."Officer Kimara Alyse Moark, twenty and one years of Lalafault, Afrique. Rank 26 of division 6 Streakers. Recipient of the Red Combat Plaq and the Range Crown. H─" She hesitated. Her eyes flicked to the teacher, who was egging her on silently. She sighed and dejectedly finished, "Heir of the Afrique Moark Clan Elder Council Seat."
Kimara frowned. She knew both her rank and her heiress status would make it hard to find friends. She thought she would be able to avoid telling everyone who she was just yet. Looking up at the class, the shocked faces told her she wouldn't be making friends anytime soon.
"Wonderful, it's so refreshing seeing someone rank so high at such a young age. You may have a seat next to Odeena. Hon, raise your hand. Yes, thank you. We are going to continue with the history of our land before you go home today. It is important that every C-Warrior knows their purpose."
Kim let her eyes flit around the room as she walked to her seat. As she expected, she was the tallest, most different looking woman in the room. Most of the other officers were native Amasians or Eukrussians from one Cont over. As Kimara took a seat, the teacher, whose name tag identified her as Sergeant Holis, turned out the lights and began a holo-lesson of the past.
"In the time of the Back-Before, humans ran rampant with resources and space. They trampled the natural habitats of others and disregarded nature. The atmosphere filled with our wastes and we melted the frozen Norths. Then, in two thousand one hundred and six, Amelia Johnson was attacked and eaten in the middle of Dakota by an animal everyone thought was a myth. The old ones call it a "Big Foot". This was the first documented Cryptid attack. But as we know, it wouldn't be the last" Lt. Holis switch the holo-lesson to view a map of the old world configuration.
