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Wonderful Draika, we cannot express our gratitude! You are amazing, and the world should know it!
The shadows and light seem to fight over the pale silver ground. The shadows recede behind the glittering outcroppings as the light pushes forward. You slide the golden visor down in front of the glass helmet and turn towards the horizon.

Yes, a lunar sunrise was more beautiful than a neopian one. The contrast of light and shadow outdid any display of color, but it was like comparing two different art styles of the same artist. You turn towards Neopia, where its still night, there are glittering lights of cities.

You don't notice the great hissi behind you, or how she towers above you until she speaks. At first, the words startle you since no sound travels in space. Then you're startled that there is something here. You whip around to see a mechanical hissi so advanced in her make and alien in design. "The moon, zhe iz beautiful, no?" Her accent is much like a Russian accent and her voice alto.

Her body is an army green with light lines running in geometric patterns. Her wings are more like ares and a dark grey. At the end of her wings are three fluid finger like appendages. Her eyes burn yellow. Two yellow lines run up from her snout and across her face. She has no nose or mouth. Six black wires dangle from her head and meet the beginning of her neck at blue circles. Her underbelly consists of yellow rhombuses. She is incredibly long.

A squeal in your helmet alerts you that she is going to begin speaking again. "You ought to get your radio checked." Her harsh accent seems fitting to the desolate landscape. "I go by Jevilla Startamer. Would you like to know why?" The fact that she has a name is odd, after all, didn't robots go by serial codes or something? You nod to her and she begins her story.

Awakening

The shining walls of the laboratory were quite a sight to wake up to for any organic, not that I was ever organic. When I awoke to them, I took them for being the norm. Everything around me was freezing, even the air. I felt a sharp kick and then nothing again touched me. Running a systems check, I found I was terribly overheated and my magnets had started late.

I was sprawled out on the floor while external computers executed checks throughout my system. Within seconds I was briefed on what was going on, where I was, what I was, what I was to expect, and what I was to do. I was on the Moon, I was a startamer model, number 14, class XIV, I was to do experiments with physics in micro-gravity and EVAs. I was /not/ to question my purpose or what I was testing.

The fourteenth try at a perfect robot. I followed what my records told me to be a grundo. I had to dig my fingers into the ground and pull myself along as I was near frictionless. The grundo took me past a window where I paused to look at the stars. Imagine seeing you life's purpose right in front of you but knowing it would take millenia to achieve.

The grundo ushered me forward towards a door and pushed me inside. I was a bit worried when it did't come with me. Inside were thirteen earlier makes of my model, earlier classes, and a large, but not as tall as myself, green person who I registered to be Sloth. "How are you a doctor if you never went to college?" Possibly the worst thing I could have said, for I was discharged from that base and never to return.



Art

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Art by awesome people

Tammy... its so fantastic *drools*

I love it!You have my sincerest thanks, Nocturne.


Adoptables

Rules Do not remove the link. Do not claim them. Do not enter them in the BC.

My name is not on them, but I have my ways.

Requests are open-ish. As in, if I like your design, sure.

Trades are open-ish. I'm new to this so if its too crazy then... I'm more likely to do a trade then request. ALSO! if you don't have adoptables to trade, just draw a picture if you're so inclined.

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Customs

Orihonn

Let Orihonn be an example of what happens to maned hissis... I FAIL... sorry, KiAN.

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General Winter I regret nothing




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