Kamia
24-09-2004, 22:14
"Good morning sire. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you. Good morning Raptorus." replied Emperor Michael Amorazus I of the Empire of Kamia grogily.
Slowly, he sat up in his bed and reached for Kamia's version of a newspaper. Putting the small disk into a tiny machine resting on a nightstand, a holographic image floated into the air before the bed, showing various pictures and news articles.
Pressing a silver, almost liquid button, the newspaper went into "narration mode" which was essentially a news broadcast. As the broadcaster talked on, Michael looked aside to Raptorus, his most trusted aid, as well as bodyguard and close friend.
Strangely enough, Raptorus was not human at all. Cloned from Velociraptor DNA, as well as several other dinosaurs of such nature, he looked exactly like one, standing at around 6 feet tall. However, unlike his prehistorical ancestors, he was a civilizied, sophisticated and highly educated being. Only during times of great battle did he revert to a more primitive way, tearing whatever unfortunate soul to get in his way to bits. However, even this was done with a cunning that no animal possessed.
"Kamia this. Kamia that. All the news is about is what we do. We don't know what's going on out there anymore, not at all. We don't even know if any other country is still alive. When was the last time we came into any form of contact with other people?" Michael said, looking to the raptor.
"Well, no direct contact for months. However, we spotted a ship below us several days ago. It was moving, so there had to be somebody aboard, no?" Raptorus replied, a soft, friendly tone to his voice.
"Where are we now?" Michael questioned.
"Right now, we're other the, I believe Pacific Ocean. Shall I set a new course?" Raptorus asked, a tone of excitement in his voice.
"Yes, immediately. Set a course for the dead center of the Atlantic. We're bound to be noticed there. I mean, somebody's bound to come and say something." Michael responded excitedly.
Raptorus left the room and returned several minutes later. The Sky Islands suddenly made a drastic drift in direction and were soon sailing through the skies towards the Atlantic at near unprecedented speeds. Well, unprecedented speeds for a large group of flying islands that is.
Finally, after a fairly good journey, the islands reached their destination. Hovering hundreds of feet above the stormy Atlantic, they waited.
"Let us see who makes the first offer." Michael said, looking out a massive window at the storm clouds below him.
"Yes, thank you. Good morning Raptorus." replied Emperor Michael Amorazus I of the Empire of Kamia grogily.
Slowly, he sat up in his bed and reached for Kamia's version of a newspaper. Putting the small disk into a tiny machine resting on a nightstand, a holographic image floated into the air before the bed, showing various pictures and news articles.
Pressing a silver, almost liquid button, the newspaper went into "narration mode" which was essentially a news broadcast. As the broadcaster talked on, Michael looked aside to Raptorus, his most trusted aid, as well as bodyguard and close friend.
Strangely enough, Raptorus was not human at all. Cloned from Velociraptor DNA, as well as several other dinosaurs of such nature, he looked exactly like one, standing at around 6 feet tall. However, unlike his prehistorical ancestors, he was a civilizied, sophisticated and highly educated being. Only during times of great battle did he revert to a more primitive way, tearing whatever unfortunate soul to get in his way to bits. However, even this was done with a cunning that no animal possessed.
"Kamia this. Kamia that. All the news is about is what we do. We don't know what's going on out there anymore, not at all. We don't even know if any other country is still alive. When was the last time we came into any form of contact with other people?" Michael said, looking to the raptor.
"Well, no direct contact for months. However, we spotted a ship below us several days ago. It was moving, so there had to be somebody aboard, no?" Raptorus replied, a soft, friendly tone to his voice.
"Where are we now?" Michael questioned.
"Right now, we're other the, I believe Pacific Ocean. Shall I set a new course?" Raptorus asked, a tone of excitement in his voice.
"Yes, immediately. Set a course for the dead center of the Atlantic. We're bound to be noticed there. I mean, somebody's bound to come and say something." Michael responded excitedly.
Raptorus left the room and returned several minutes later. The Sky Islands suddenly made a drastic drift in direction and were soon sailing through the skies towards the Atlantic at near unprecedented speeds. Well, unprecedented speeds for a large group of flying islands that is.
Finally, after a fairly good journey, the islands reached their destination. Hovering hundreds of feet above the stormy Atlantic, they waited.
"Let us see who makes the first offer." Michael said, looking out a massive window at the storm clouds below him.