Tumble tumble tumble, tumble tumble tumble.

The days were very boring locked in this cursed cacoon. Since the war between the Rogue Empire and the New Republic and the allied factions of the New Order, the Naboo Sith Order, and the Inner Sanctum, The Lady had been trapped in this woven synthetic cacoon, breathing the stale air, tumbling through space and waiting for something to happen.

But nothing ever did. And she clutched her knees beneath her chin, wings behind her back and waited, rage growing. Until one day, pain.

Hot, burning pain.

Finally, an end. The cacoon had found a planet, and now it pulled her in. She would be landing and living again, standing, and flying... wonderful...

And then the cacoon slammed into the bridge of the Dragon.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Silence....<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> It fille dthe ship's massive Hull as the crew rested in the late evening. It was a time of relaxation. The Rogue Empire, and The New Order had been silent over the past fiew days with talks of peace, and prosperity, yet, neither side was giving an inch.

The Fleet, though still on red alert, had been inactive for most of the War. The Hapes Consortium, though friendly to both sides, had yet to choose a side. It annoyed the crew, but what could they do? They were merely servants of a higher power.

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"Sir, we're picking up a small.... well, we don't know heading directly toward the ship. It doesn't appear to be of any threat, as it is too slow moving to breech out hulls."

The Captain of the ship moved silently to the viewing port, looking out over the dark recesses of space. "I see nothing...." the captain said in a skeptical tone as he turned back to the female, blonde communications officer. He smiled at her, but she made no such friendly smile in return.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Evil....<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> It lurked just outside of the vessel as the crew slept, silently, and peacefully in there quarters, and the late night shift continued to patrol the planet of Dreena.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Thud...Ping...Clank...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> The two officers on the bridge of the ship looked at eachother, there hearts dropping at the sound of the fragment of whatever had been heading toward the ship. They remained silent for a moment, waiting for any sign of another sound, the bridge thrust into utter ,and dead silence.

"Get a crew up here, and get em' geared up. I want whatever that is brought into the cargo holds for inspection."

She woman stood from her seat behind the communications section, and nodded her head. "Yes, captain."

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The men wore galactic space suits, there magnetic shoes holding them firmly to the hull of the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Dragon<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> as they made there way to the foreign object that had slammed into the ship. "Sir, we're getting a visual." the expeditionary leader said, as he approached a brown, organic, rock looking textured object that was softly rubbing against the side of the ship.

"Good. Hook whatever it is up, and get it in here..."

"Yes sir."

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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Clank, Slam, Crash, Boom.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> The magnetic Cargo arm dropped the object to the hard, cold metallic flood of the cargo hold with a loud crash.

"What the hell is it?" one of them asked as the hiss of an airlock opened, and the Captain stepped in. He stopped, dead in his tracks to look at the strange, foreign object. The three men standing next to the object merely saluted.

"Ow."

"Son of a..."

She rolled over, her head seeking out her wounded head. Dark drops of black blood poured out of a wound on her forehead. The blood flow stopped, bubbling, but then solidifying into a scab and was then covered over by the sickly yellow skin.

"That solved... where the hell am I?"

She was obviously somewhere with stable gravity... which ruled out orbit. She figured it out quickly... she had hit a ship, and was in the hold. She had been rescued... or captured, depending on the people who had her.

"Well, time to put on my pretty face."

An advantage of being stuck in space for a few months was that the genetic mutation had not progressed at great speed. Unlike in normal circumstances where she wanted human appearance, here, no one cared what she looked like. She called her humanity to the surface... allowed it to swallow the alien DNA regrowing her body. The cacoon began to harden... an extension of her long, sharp wings, it began to liquidize, dripping to the floor and pooling, and then flowing up into her spine. Eventually, the entire cacoon was gone, leaving only the pale frame of a lithe, naked woman covered only by two large garhoylian wings.

She opened her eyes and smiled inwardly. Hapans.

She was home.

"Crack her open, and see what we've got here. It could be an Asteroid or something with rare metals that we can use to barter for equipment."

The Captain watched from a corner, as he leaned on the cold metallic wall, folding his arms over his chest with a slight grin on his face as he watched his crew begin to pry open the strange object.

"Sir... It's.... Warm..."

"I would assume so, you dingle berry. It just hit our freaking ship." the Captain said. The man shrugged, and continued to pry open the strange, dark object.

Without warning, the Object began to liquidize. The men jumped back, there tools clanking to the ground below. The Captain, curious as to what was happening, unfoldeded his arms, and stood, his back straight, and his eyes questioning as the material around the object liquidized.

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"Sir, it appears that the Hapes Consortium Fleet is withdrawling."

The Captain of the Divine Order vessel smiled, and looked out over the viewing ports. "I noviced, sergeant."

"This could mean war is coming, you realize, Captain?"

The captain nodded his head. "I also noticed something that you didn't, sergeant."

"What's that, Captain?"

"They left something behind. A pod of some sort. Move the ship toward it. I want it picked up at once, as it may be of a threat to the planet. I'd rather loose a single ship, than an entire planet."

"Yes Captain." the sergant said as he began handing out orders on a communications link.

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"It's....melting, sir." One of the officers said as the small pod was gently set down on the metallic floor of the ship.

"I can see that, you nimbwit." The Captain snapped.

As the Cacoon began to melt, it was suddenly evident that there was a woman within it. The Captain's heart fell into his knees.

"Get a medical crew up here! On the Double! You, get the rest of that sludge off of her."

The crew instantly began to scramble around, prying the sludgy mess off of the woman as another ran for a medical crew.

(OOC: Get a life. Don't jump to conclusions. Just because the old Queen Mother has returned doesn't mean that Hapes is automaticly threatened. You're a little jumpy lately.... anything going on IC that we should know about? Perhaps getting ready to help the Jutraalian Empire?)