Out of Body Experience [SciFi]*Open*

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[9:25 PM--Earth]
PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES: I would like to announce to these united states, that there does exist extraterrestrial life. We are currently trying to communicate with them, but there has been no response just yet.
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[Same Time--Emeera Central Library, Mother Galaxy]
Emeera Central Library was the largest library of the whole galaxy. This one building stretched across to just short of half a mile. It held the most important books, mostly on the galaxy's history. These items were extremely confidential, and the only one who was allowed a look was Elkzi, the Historian. The ceiling of the building was made entirely of glass. A statue of the first Historian (of whom recently died) stood outside on the lawn. The library was a magnificent one; no doubt.

Elkzi sat at the center table in the library. The room was dark, except for a few torches lit up along the walls. The dark wasn't s problem for Elkzi, for she was blind anyway. Elkzi was a Mutra Arma, one of the last six of them in the entire galaxy. She had been surronded by tons of books for hours, going through each one and literally absorbing the words through her tentacles. Her brain was like a sponge, always expanding, it absorbed anything she needed to know, and keeping it there forever. The woman could remember things that happened when she was just a child, hundreds of years ago. This was why she was chosen as Historian.

As she was absorbing information, a television played in the background, hanging up in the corner of the room. On the television was the United States' president, giving a speech. The words he spoke almost made her laugh. Earth was probably the only planet that was this far behind with their technology. They were a young planet, still growing, so Elkzi did her best not to judge them. That's where their human brethern housed. They were still on Earth. Most were unaware that they could just leave to here during their dreams, but Elkzi thought they would know about it soon enough. Then, she'd finally be able to meet a human in person.

She sighed and her tentacles dropped from working, exhausted. She laid back in the chair, before deciding that it was probably time to finish up. She grabbed her bag and packed it up with some of the books she hadn't been able to look at yet, then swung it over her shoulder. "I'm heading out now," she told Mereza, the digital security of the library.

"Goodbye, Elkzi. Come back soon," Mereza replied, just as she did every night.

The hologram flickered for a second, standing beside the front doors, then disappeared. The front doors open slowly with a squeak, and Elkzi walked through them, closing the large doors behind her.

[Raddum]

9:25 PM--In the small apartment of Matthew Langerous, Earth

"Notepad 17, 5th year. This ends the seventeenth compile of notes over these last 5 years, I can say I learned practically everything i dub important about the human race. This knowledge is valuable, at least to me." He thought to himself as he wrote one last note onto the seventeenth notepad. It was rather thick and consisted of at least 350 pages, each filled with notes based on human behavior and abnormal actions.

Matthew relaxed on his couch, it was kept surprisingly lit up in his apartment with lamps and candles. He always made sure it was bright enough for proper reading conditions, for reading was the one thing he did that might compare to his amount of writing. He had read over every note he had written a dozen times over, memorizing every sentence. For one day he had plans for using it all. He listened to a small radio he kept by his side, hearing the President's speech. Extraterrestrial life? That would be fascinating to study! Matthew imagined what could possibly be out there, aliens? Other humans? Were they different? Behavior, eating habits... Intelligence?

He flicked off his radio, standing up and walking over to a drawer. Opening the top drawer he could see the other sixteen notepads he had filled. Placing the seventeenth inside. He had come a long way, but he had a feeling this just might be the beginning. His studies would one day become something much larger. "I need to rest, i have another long day ahead of me tomorrow. Along with you." He said, closing the top drawer and opening the one below it, pulling out one of his reserve notepads with it's own pen. He kept a decent supply of these, and always slept with one in case something happened, having it clipped onto his belt. He quickly made his way through the small apartment, pushing open his bedroom door and falling into bed lazily. It was a long day, and it was time to go to sleep. He pulled the switch on his small bedside lamp, the room turning pitch black.
He closed his eyes, tired. He was certain tomorrow would be the usual, work, write, eat, sleep.

Twenty minutes later...

Matthew's eyes opened, he couldn't sleep. Maybe a warm glass of milk would make him feel better. He tried to sit up, but found himself unable to move. He struggled for a moment, unsure of what was happening.
"Mental note, what is this? I can't move my body... It's terrifying... Yet at the same time interesting. My limbs are out of my control... Yet my eyes are under my control-" His train of thought was cut off when his chest felt like it was being tugged at by a grizzly bear. He would've gasped out of pain if his mouth could be opened. His eyes narrowed. "What is happening?" He thought to himself curiously, cringing. He couldn't open his mouth to scream, or call for help. He was stuck.

"Play with us...

Matthew's eyes searched the entire room, hearing a voice. A single drop of sweat going down his cheek. He didn't know what to think, was this a nightmare? It had to be! Right? No possible way this was real. Except...

"I would like to announce to these united states, that there does exist extraterrestrial life."

What the President said, could this be...? These voices? He was more forgetting about his situation, becoming interested in these voices. He only wished he could reply.

"Play with us... Come on."

His eyes widened as a strange creature began to float around him, it's face resembled a sort of reptile, what was it? What is all of this? Why? The strange creature opened it's mouth, revealing sharp teeth that looked like they could cut through bone rather easily. The creature floated up to the ceiling, gawking down at him. Matthew closed his eyes as it charged downwards, snarling.

In a field in the Mother Galaxy...

Matthew shot up, looking around in a panic. He wiped his forehead, glad it was all a dream. He looked around more carefully, he seemed to be in some kind of field. The feeling in his limbs had returned, so he stood up. Looking around in confusion. "Where am i?" He questioned, the field was covered in these strange purple flowers, ones he had never seen before. Nothing like this existed on Earth. Not without someone finding it...

The place seemed... Different. He unclipped his notepad from his belt, opening it up to the first page and taking out the pen, opening it with a push of a button on the back end.
"Start of notepad 18; I seem to be in a place unlike any other. This place is undoubtedly something beyond, these flowers... The land in general. I must explore, my curious nature is getting the better of me. More to come in the upcoming days... If I'm still alive."

[Banba]

Moe was scampering around a field in the form of some sort of creature that was comprised half of a deer, the other half a duck. She giggled, her size shrinking as she ran over a blade of grass, only to jump off the end and grow again, this time to the size of a tabby cat. A though crossed her mind, and she giggled again, her body seeming to melt into a puddle, only to form again, growing taller and taller into a great tree. Moe's original face popped out from the bark, and using the branches as arms, she started to dance, pulling up her roots and walking on them. After about a minute, she sat down, bored of the plant shape. She shrunk down to her normal size and looks, laughing as she rolled around, flattening the surounding grass and flowers. As she rolled and streched, her body seemed to change to that of a golden retriever, happily scratching it's back with the ground. Finnaly, back to her original form, Moe landed on her stomach, her tail swishing back and forth above her as she began to sing.
"Oh, poor empty shells, all beaten and eaten and left on the ground, no seeds to regrow, to reform, to live again." She rolled forward, running through the feild, constantly chamging her form form one animal to another, finally staying on a great dane, bounding through the tall grass, her tounge hanging out. She barked, seeing squirrles and rabbits that weren't there and chasing them.

[Lucious Veil]

Samara was laying casually under a tree, about to fall asleep. Nothing ever happens... absolutely nothing... she thought lazily, I'm supposed to be protecting my people but from what? No one in the Mother Galaxy was stupid enough to mess with the Moon Elves - no one! She sighed, grabbing her dual, curved blades from beside her, slipping them into their sheaths on either of her hips. Samara placed an open palm in front of her, whispered a few words in an unknown language, then clasped her fist vigorously, pulling it back towards her body.

Moon Elves were, naturally, magical beings. They each possessed a certain trait that made them unique amongst the others. Samara had the ability to astral project her body a short distance forward. Samara turned to see her shell of a body laying crumpled on the field behind her. She rolled her eyes, then walked a few steps forward, but for a moment, she was blinded by a bright, white light zipping through the sky, then landing a good few meters before her. Quickly, Samara brought her arm up to shield her eyes from the light, but by the time she covered her eyes, the light had faded. "What the hell?" Samara said out loud to no one. She snapped her fingers, her astral projection disappearing and returning to her physical body. Samara shook her head, pulling her hood back up, she began an even paced jog towards where the light had flashed in the sky. She was nearing the point and was just about out of breath when she went into cover behind a boulder. She stole a glance behind it to see a strange person looking around, he said something aloud and Samara quickly ducked behind the boulder again, What is that thing over there? she questioned herself in her mind. Samara took a deep breath, then lept over the boulder, as she landed, she looked at the being in front of her, it was a male, blond haired with some strange type of armor and something sitting on its face. The male had a book and some strange writing utensil in its hand.

Samara, unsure of what the thing was, or whether it was dangerous or not, unsheathed her blades, holding one in each hand, she flipped the blades so she held it pointing towards the ground, her usual style for fighting. She walked proudly towards him, then called out, "Friend or foe!"

[Raddum]

Matthew looked around the peaceful field, it was certainly a sight to behold; the natural green of each shade of grass, and the beautiful purple flowers filling the field. Was this natural here? It was wonderful, quiet, the air was so fresh unlike back home. The air... You could taste it, it was almost sweet... Pure, something his world would probably never have. He looked back at his notepad, beginning to write.

"Entry One, this place is so calming, i can almost taste the wind in this pure and peaceful place. I shall reference it as the Extraterrestrial Plains... I wonder what kind of wildlife lives here. I will find out."

He looked up, taking a deep breath. He felt wonderful, and that was good news giving he had to get to exploring what he deemed the Extraterrestrial Plains. He was about to start walking until he heard a voice.

"Friend or foe!"

He turned quickly, noting the woman and her sharp, and surely not friendly looking blades. He stared for a few seconds as she continued to approach. "Friend, hopefully." He replied, beginning to eye her curiously.
The ears, the stature... An elf? The Extraterrestrial Plains were already proving to be quite interesting. "You aren't the average human, for sure... It's quite interesting... Only been here for five, oh... Ten minutes? And I've already discovered something. Fascinating." He said, pulling up his notepad and beginning to write again, he honestly wasn't a fighter, or a runner, so he had to depend on her humanity to get out of this alive. She either stabbed him or they would speak in a civil manner. He was ready to accept death if it was given to him; life was just the first cycle.

"Entry Two, quite interesting, i have discovered a creature that seems to relate to the elves that fill stories back home. Seems to have a talent with swords, i always read that elves used bows. I must learn more about this creature, and i cannot let it's beauty persuade me, the Extraterrestrial Plains are wild territory from what i can tell, it could well be waiting to stab me in the back."

[Lucious Veil]

Samara stopped, hearing him say "friend". She sheathed her swords, nodding at him. She continued to walk towards him, but this time more relaxed and civilized. She stopped a few inches away from him, she could feel his breath on her neck. She eyed him up and down, "What are you, male? There are no males in this part of the fields that are not already enslaved. Are you an escapee?" Her eyes turned into slits as she studied him closer. They widened again before she spoke.

"No... You are not a slave; you are not of these lands. You brought the bright light into the sky..." She took a step back, "By the Goddess..." She wrung her hands for a few moments, then a sudden realization hit her. She stumbled backwards, "By the Goddess Cara herself; you are him! You are the one to return them to us!" She knelt down before him respectfully, "Command me, Shir'han." she whispered, looking towards the ground as she spoke. Samara appeared fearful for her very life, although she was the one armed...

I almost attacked the Shir'han! she thought worriedly, I almost killed him! Goddess, the punishment for such a great, treasonous act would be more than death; it would be worse than death itself! She bit her lip, forcing herself not to break into tears and ask for forgiveness from the man and her Goddess Cara.

The Moon Elf religion was based around an all powerful being who was once a Moon Elf herself - Cara Dementia - an ancestor of Samara herself. It was prophesied that a mysterious man would come from another world different than theirs and return the Moon Elves to their former glory. The man would lead the Moon Elves to a new era of strength and - once the war was over - reproduce the first male child in over three thousand years with the descendant of Cara: Samara Dementia.

[Raddum]

Matthew was most curious, she sheathed her weapons, then began speaking of enslaved males? Escapees... A race of women? Is such a thing possible? It would seem so. Then she said he brought a bright light from the sky? This was getting rather awkward, although he wouldn't openly admit it.

"By the Goddess Cara herself; you are him! You are the one to return them to us!"

"What-" he paused, watching as she knelt down, asking for his command and calling him something... Shir'han? This was getting more and more odd, yet at the same time interesting. He was unsure of what was going to happen if he said he had no idea what she was talking about. But... Maybe he wasn't supposed to understand. "It's true, I'm from another world... But I have no knowledge of what you're saying." He said calmly, looking down at her. This was certainly not what he was expecting. "Please, stand. I have no wish of seeing others kneel before me... Also, what is this... Shir'han?" He asked, offering his hand to her.
"Sorry, I've got quite a headache, I'm consumed by thought at the moment." He said, although he was looking at her, what he was observing had nothing to do with her at all. It was her words, as if he blacked out into his own state of mind.

"Shir'han, i have never heard of this... Whatever this race is, they certainly have an interesting way of greeting off-worlders."

[Banba]

Moe sniffed the air, shrinking into a small bloodhoud and following a scent. She was bored of chasig invisible thigs. She didn't know what the scent was from, but maybe she could prank it. As she sniffed through the grass, she found herself in front of two people, a moon elf and... Something. The elf knelt before the other, and they exchanged words. They hadn't noticed Moe, so she quickly shifted to a larger breed of dog, a cross between a chocolate Lab and a Border Collie. She barked once, the takled the thing with yellow hair, sendig him toppling to the ground under her. She barked again, licking his face excitedly.

[Lucious Veil]

Samara denied his help, standing up on her own, she looked to be on the verge of tears, but she spoke confidently, "Shir'han, you cannot stay here. They will come for you. I have to get you to safety." She gripped his arm tightly, any tighter he would lose all feeling in it.

She looked into his eyes, the look of sorrow and guilt left them, instead it was a look of pure rage and vengeance, "Shir'han, you must come with me. You are to bring us back to our greatness; you must stop... stop them." her face turned pale as she looked behind Matthew. A group of large, burly men with the same, faint, purple skin tone as Samara was walking towards them. There had to be at least seven of them, and they were almost triple Samara's size. She let go of Matthew's arm, then stood defensively in front of him, "Stay behind me, Shir'han." she commanded, her tone changing from the soft, kind voice to a powerful, fearless voice. She unsheathed her blades, flipping them once more to have the point face the ground. She breathed deeply through her nose as she charged towards the group. One of the men returned the charge, planning to meet Samara halfway. Samara stuck her blades in his shoulders viciously, not giving him time to swing his large, primal, ax. She used the hilts as supports to flip over the man, as she flipped over him, he fell to the ground with a deep cry of pain.

Samara ran towards a second man, making a few, quick, jabs at his wrist and arm, leaving the arm he held his sword in paralyzed, forcing him to drop it. She whirled around and kicked him in the jaw, causing him to cough out blood along with some teeth onto the once beautiful flowers. Another of the men tried to tackle her from behind. He clawed her back, digging his nails into it, drawing blood. She whimpered in pain as the blood trickled down, but she still continued to fight. I will not let them take the Shir'han! The prophecy must be fulfilled! she thought, and the thought of failing her Goddess - and the mysterious Shir'han was the only catalyst for her to continue fighting. She flipped back, making a bit of distance between her and the other six men. She jumped up in the air, then released a double kick on the paralyzed man's chest. She landed on his chest, then relentlessly stomped on his throat with her boot. She turned to face the other five, but before she could respond, she was punched across the face. Samara cried out, followed by spitting out a tooth. She pointed her palm towards the body with her blades driven into it. The blades shook, but slid free of the flesh and into her hands. She charged forward, making an X as she slashed one of the men's chest. She panted heavily, growing weary from the fight.

Still, she pressed on, determined to prove that she was worthy to the Shir'han. She jumped up, driven to take down the other three men, she dug her left blade into the neck of one, followed by a tackle to the ground. Samara turned to a second of the men, slashing across his jugular vein with her remaining blade. Turning to the last one, she released her left blade from the previous attacker's throat, she cut along the chest of the final ambushers chest with both blades multiple times. Breathing heavily, battered, and bruised, Samara walked triumphantly back towards Matthew. She sheathed her blades and looked him in the eyes, a crazed, bloodthirsty look about her, "We must go, Shir'han."

[Raddum]

Matthew was completely confused, she wouldn't accept his help, and she was telling him they had to go? Her grip was intense, it was impressive. Most women he met were defenseless, this one clearly wasn't.
She looked past him, and he looked back, only to see some rather burly men. He was still lost in thought, everything was happening so fast. Blood, gore, pain, destruction... To those men, anyways. She was a warrior, he noted not to get on her bad side. It would seem he'd have to go with being this... Shir'han. Although he didn't care for feeling above people, he could learn more about them... And she wasn't exactly giving him a choice. Her eyes said enough; to question her command would be a terrible choice, and he would've went along with it if a dog didn't tackle him to the ground, licking his face.

"Woah, woah! Down! Down!" He commanded, trying to calm the dog down, it had knocked his notepad and pen into the grass, he needed that! What if the pages got dirty?! It'd be worthless! Those pages were all he had to keep track of what he learned! He sat up slowly, as to not harm the animal and give it a chance to balance itself. "A dog? Here?" He said, starring at it.

"A normal dog? Here? They even have these on this planet? How odd... Dogs weren't only on Earth... This is all so much to handle at once..."