The Blue Box (Private)
Aquaria, the planet of Healing, was perhaps the second oldest civilization in the known universe. The eldest being Gallifrey, home to the Time Lords. Aquaria's vast oceans and crystallized land produced an array of colors throughout it's planet. This multicolored pattern could also be seen the hair of natural born Aquarians. Golden moons reflected in the eyes of each Aquarian, an inherited trait that dominated any other eye color from developing. However, not all Aquarians look uniformed or identical. Only those who were born naturally, from broken crystal shards that spent a year growing in the ocean's, held all the inherited traits of this planet.
A typical Aquarian was massive in height, standing seven feet and five inches. Their hair was rainbow-ed, with golden eyes and pure white skin tones. In addition, they were born with elongated fangs and all natural Aquarians are actually female. This planet used to be entirely populated by solely females until decades ago when visiting males began a breeding program. Since then, Aquarians have lost their purity, although some natural births are still happening through crystals and the oceans. Males have been introduced into the Aquarian society through pregnancies. This has become a normal occurrence for Aquaria, but not everyone is so comfortable with the arrangement.
Syra'lomekingdoru, commonly known as Syra, found herself sitting on the sands of the main ocean. Once again pondering the society that she had been born into. While her mother was a pure Aquarian, a model of beauty and perfection among their people, Syra has mixed blood. Her father's identity is unknown, something she shares with a majority of non-natural Aquarians. Due to her father's genetics, Syra is not an ideal Aquarian. Her hair has no color, it's pure white. Accustoming herself to the daily tasks for living has always been difficult, due to her short height. She only stands five feet and nine inches, her fellow Aquarians towering over her. Unlike the pure bloods, Syra's skin has a pale human coloring, making her contrast against the crystals and oceans with their colorful reflections. All of this was bad enough, but to make her life even worse...Syra's ears were deformed. Long, pointed and slightly directed upwards. No one on Aquaria even had similar. Meaning that her father's race has never mated with Aquarians in the past.
Thankfully she did inherit her race's remarkably golden eyes, musical voice and fangs. At least she had those.
While the rest of Aquaria was busy celebrating the conclusion of another breeding term, Syra stayed on the shores. Her bare feet buried within the transparent sands, eyes searching the skies where she found the planet's twin golden moons. Her planet was beautiful, no denying that. But aside from beauty, Syra hated her culture. Sure, they were healers and oracles....ambassadors or peace, but nothing else. Her people were so submissive that they allowed ceremonial rapes to occur every breeding season.
Every year on the day of her birth was a terrible remainder for this young woman. Once she reached the age of maturity...she was at risk for being impregnated. Syra held no desires to be a mother. While continuing to gaze up at the serene sky, Syra's eyes narrowed just slightly. Something was phasing past the stars and nearly collided with the second moon. Becoming frightened she jumped up, not bothering to dust the sands from her barren legs. Something was coming towards her planet and when the view of flames were noticeable, Syra panicked.
Frantically the young maiden began running, following the objects decline into the planet's gravity.
[Oh and I didn't mention, but she's wearing everything seen in the picture.]
Doctor Who walked into the TARDIS putting in the given coordinates to go out to help another planet in need. He was traveling along from the loss of his companions. He felt it was not right to keep beating himself up about it and finding new people so he had been traveling alone for quite some time. It was just too much for him to bear at times.
He scratched his head when ever the machine started glitching uncontrollably. This was not good at all, he thought to himself grabbing onto what ever he could to break the fall from when he would crash. He knew this was not going to be where he wanted to go and he knew it was not going to be a nice landing. As soon as he felt the crash everything went completely black as he was knocked out unconscious. He only hoped that someone who was an ally would find him instead of something else.
(I know its a short post but there is not really too much I can post at this point)
A blue box? The curious Aquarian carefully moved along the crash site, her bare feet suffering slices of shatter crystals and pointed rocks. This strange object had collided with a large mountain and although the damage to Aquaria's mountain was repairable, it seemed the box was in worse condition. She finally reached the vessel, seeing smoke and flames escaping out the top and sides. A life force, a golden aura of consciousnesses reached out to Syra's telepathic field. She could feel another's presence and her skin paled. There was someone inside?
Instinct took over, forcing the Aquarian to approach the box. She came right to what she assumed had at one point been a door, gently pulling open the wooden frame...it was unlocked. Syra peered inside, her golden eyes darkening to protect her from the rays of the flames and lights. " 'Ello?" She called into the air, searching for that strand of consciousnesses. "Is anyon' in 'ere?" Her voice was accented heavily, to a human it would sound alien, but ironically...to an alien, it sounded thickly British/or something close to that. Either way, the accent was odd.
Syra's telepathic field suddenly jolted, that same consciousness from earlier desperately reaching out to her. It was faint, weakened by injuries or so she assumed. Syra carefully maneuvered through the wreckage, and to her amazement, located that source of the golden aura. It was a man, she believed. Dressed in a brown suit, a thick and quite long jacket with his hand out stretched holding a peculiar device. Syra first removed the device, placing it safely in her bag and then turned attention back to the man. He seemed unaware, blacked out to the world.
"Sir?" The female tried shaking him, but he didn't wake. His subconscious had reached out, so clearly he could communicate telepathically. Syra tried this method of communicating, closing her eyes and focusing on relocating that odd aura from before. "I'm not your enemy. I'll take ya to get some healin' a'right?" Syra struggled for a few minutes, trying to lift him by the shoulders and carried him outside, letting his body rest safely on the translucent sands of the shore.
As he was knocked out he could not stop thinking about someone's voice that he had never heard before. It was very musical almost even though it was clearly not a humans voice. She was saying that she was an allay and that she was going to give him some healing. He thought to himself, Who are you....As long as you give me help I will be forever greatful...He looked around unconsiously into his thoughts trying to figure out what happened to the TARDIS. Why did it crash? Why was it glitching? He thought he fixed all the bugs out of the system. Apparently he would have to wait and see what he will have to do to fix what went wrong if there was anything to fix later.
Syra smiled once he responded to her telepathically. "I promise you, sir." She continued dragging his body out from the wreckage and gently let him rest on the shores. She went back inside to the TARDIS, having found a key looking device around his neck, and locked the box up entirely. That way it would be protected from anyone trying to steal the machine.
"I'm going to take you to the healing rooms, okay?" Syra was not a strong woman, but somehow managed to lift the Doctor into her arms and carried him with weakening knees. By the time that she arrived, her strength had dwindled. A few nurses came rushing to her aid, transporting the Doctor to a private room and offering Syra some medication to lessen the fatigue.
The doctor remained unconsious but could start to slowly feel people carrying him into a room. Than he could feel hands over his body as if they were healing him just by pure touch alone. After a while he softly started to stir hoping to wake up as he tried to open his eyes. As soon as he did his body forcefully took in a deep breath in order to wake up as he sat up before cringing in pain from doing so. "Bloody hell that hurts..." He said as he slolwy looked around the room to figure out where he was.
(I'm kinda lagging behind on some threads, but I'll get back to this as soon as possible.)
((lol okay I understand))