*Author note: A short story about Az's departure from Earth, and her slow somewhat, hey this isn't right thoughts running through her head. This mainly to try and get her personality traits out. She's a loner and tends to be a bit more observant than the normal student. I might do something later on looking at her other personality traits, execution of her skills and such, and maybe even a journal update about her "Strange dreams" *



Azalea“Az” Nadir sat in her flight seat calmly legs crossed typing away on her laptop, working out some equation or another, her air buds blasting away with Judas Priest Fire power, her head was bobbing rhythmically as she did so. Though Her thoughts weren't truly upon her math work; To get to the island was supposed to take 18 hours if weather permitted, otherwise a 20 hour flight. It was a bit of a Fancy plane, A JmX-350. Typically a private Jet plane, though remodeled to be more accommodating for 50 or so passengers, The JMX was designed to be a party plane more or less, which was the reason why it was so big in the first place, it also housed a single turbine super engine, which allowed it to move rather quickly, of course the pilots never put it into top gear, not that the frame could withstand the potential of the insane mark4 speed the engines were capable of. It was a flying party bus, not some jet fighter she had learned about in ROTC.

Still it was rather fancy, the seats weren't typically, it was more of a coach with a reclining chair option for those that wanted some rest or sleep during the passage. The problem she was thinking, was simple according to the jets specs and the location of the Island, the timing was a bit off. Sure weather and speed restrictions of the jet made it so a jet like she was on would take longer. But not a 20 hour flight from Hunllu to some remote Pacific Island in international waters. A jet like this could make that trip in nearly half the time, perhaps it was for sort of bonding Processes? She, along with 48 other young women were going to spending 2-4 years on a small remote island. They were bound to see each-other many, many times. Shifting in her seat she tried to focus on her work, not ask about the seemingly questionable small flags raising in her mind, building a sense of thread and fear, she only felt when in endanger.

Looking over to her leftover meal, a baked porkchop smothered in mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes also smothered in gravy, green beans and a tall glass of Dr.THunder to wash it all down with said otherwise to her gnawing concerns. No danger here, no reason to be concerned, yet she kept mauling things over in her head, trying to put a mental finger onto something. She researched the school, it was a simple preparatory college, only small detail was she couldn't really find anyone having graduated from there, no one with alloclades to speak, no fancy business women or snobbish elites walking talking about it. The Recruiter she spoke with stated she was alumni, which was fine, yet there was no specifics of graduation classes, no one else to really talk to about it.

Another problem,was that the school was clean, majorly clean, no scandals, no lawsuits nothing. Not even Harvard was that clean and it has been around for at least 2 centuries. An all girls school with male teachers, and not even a single sex scandal was hard to believe, then again she was country girl of no wealth and money, Auburn eyes looking around, falling upon the chatty girls around her. She noted more than a handful of these girls were clearly upper class, some she dared say, are upper class Elites. The Type that dine with Royalty on Holidays and occasional business visit. How many would want the news of a sex scandal befalling this upper class beauties. Shadow courts, or even a hitman could remedy such incursions at a moments notice, not to mention what school completely dependent upon such high status individuals would do to keep such thing from happening, let alone under-wraps.

Az stretched her upper torso, yawning as she began jutting her breast upwards and forward arcing her back, She didn't wear a bra often, she never liked the feel of them, as such with the short crop top she was wearing exposed some bare flesh of her underbreast as a result. Unwittingly catching some eyes as she did so. She had also noted a few girls were paying a little more attention to her than just “oh hey goth girl over there, I wonder what's Her deal?” It was more like “ I want to consume that human piece of meat.” In a rather sexual way.

It was nice, in that she was found attractive, but yet she didn't swing that way. All the sexy buxxom girls couldn't change that, or so she keeps telling herself. Haven snuck a few cursory glances at the other girls, and the flight attendants. Well she was sure the mini skirts weren't typical for flight attendants, having been ditch back in the 80's for more modest yet form fitting ones. None the less stocky legs filled stockings and pantyhossen, while short skirts threatened to reveal all whenever they bent over. To which Az found her self trying to not stare once or twice. Which in itself was odd, how'd they'd do it, it was more like those slutty air hostess porn videos, finding excuses to show off their bodies, one attendant a blonde was particularly busty. The blouse and jacket she wore looked as if it was about to burst at any given time.

All of whom seemed to have been student's of Shokushu, as Az had discovered through some basic questions. Again that was odd considering how hard it was finding alumni, and Graduation classes. Even then it was only a few people from different classes. It didn't add up properly yet somehow it still did, the richer than kings atmosphere about everything made sense to a degree. Someone like herself; while not being a genius was able to get scholarships and attend such a prestige's school also made sense. Yet it didn't, it didn't make a lick of it.

Yawning again she began leaning back in her chair, suddenly tired from her thoughts. Now that she noting it, she had been feeling tired for a good minute, perhaps it was the meal, though it wasn't a heavy one. She could eat half a hog by herself, and not feel lethargic, yet here she was trying to keep her witts about, besides she had an equation to solve. Leaning forward she got back to typing, not really noticing others were dropping like flies to sleep one after another. Az was a strong willed girl, though easily absent minded when focusing allowed her to miss certain things, the added drowsiness blinded her to the fact everyone was passing out. Had she would have noticed, yawning became more and more frequent, by this time she noticed how sleepy she was, with grugy eyes she looked around slowly, the blurrness of her vision prevented her from making wout what was going on, but she could have sworn the attendants were wearing masks, and like a bad dream she slumped back drifted away. Her last thoughts where still on how nothing made sense, and the sense of danger was a blaring alarm.


“Well she certainly took her time falling asleep” A attendant stated moving over to grab Az laptop, and began looking it over.



The lead attendant nodded looking over the other unwitting girls now fast asleep. “That happens from time to time, some girls have strong wills, while others are naturally resistant to the anesthetic, its why we sometimes we also spike their foods full of protein. Of course thats harder when their vegetarians.”


The blonde woman stated picking up a plate of remains of a half eaten salad. “Luckily the gas worked just fine for her.” Looking over a Red head with a strange Celtic like tattoo going up her arm. “This one is a spell caster all right, fire I think. We should start with inhibiting her powers first.”

A loud hiss became audible, as fans turned on and hidden vents revealed themselves, venting the gas used to place the girls into their deep slumber was vented. Allowing the Attendants to remove their masks, and begin gathering the girls into their seats, and making them comfortable.



“Interesting, it seems this one is an engineer, and...” The woman raises an eyebrow.” Shes trying to build a giant bipedal mech that is human operated. Looks like she's in her programming stages.”



Taking a bite out of her newly found meal, she too raised an eyebrow, lots of girls had... Strange ideas and personalty quirks some were stranger than others, Some could cast fire or summon some sort of supernatural deity, Others could be sworn to be magical girls. The blonde once had to deal with a girl who could cast magic, her display of such machinations lead to an earlier than usual use of the gas. Though building a giant robot was far tamer, but not out of the realm strange. Well if one of her subordinates found it odd, then it must be in some way exceptional.

“If I'm reading this right, she's trying to use biomechations, to make a robot more flexible and agile, as well as stable when running and walking, all this formulates into a program that she's basically writing from scratch.”

“ a regular big brin.” THE Blonde stated munching on her food.

“Well didn't her bios state she was barely even in the realm of genius IQ?”

“You'd be surprised how many big IQ's turn out to be really stupid, besides I think that girl was getting suspicious, while this operation is well crafted there are un answered questions. She was asking a lot about Alumni.”

More than a few attendants bore dark looks at the mentioning of graduates of Shokushu. They knew the dark secretes and horrid fate these girls would more than likely discover very soon, while others would find out the truth much much later. Either way, these sacrificial lambs were being lead to their slaughter in a cruel game of survival. Humanity had long taken to the stars, in fact the Moon landing was not stage as so many believe, it was successful. Too successful, it marked the Human race as fledgling space traveling race. Like moths to a flame, Aliens came “Visting”, some because they wanted to help the young species others for conquest and some to try the new freshly nubile species female population that made itself available. Where they breedable, did they squeal in sexual delight, what were their orgasms like? Indeed space was far more concerned about sexual matters it seemed than well, anything on Star Trek on adventures and the occasional war.

In fact it was worse than that, A Simple fight for survival against potential Alien rivals was understandable, and seemingly welcomed, but what defeat meant in this case was enslavement of the worse kind. Humanity couldn't afford and didn't want to be under the heel of sexual enslavement. Still Humanity was too weak to fight off most Xenos kingdoms and Empires, and 90% of the populace too dumb to handle their reality on earth, let alone the idea of horny aliens wanting to violate human women just cause. Thus the strange and vile circumstances they found themselves in. In order to survive Humanity needed allies, some where honest and true others required payment, and the galaxy as a whole a bribe to leave the weak Terrans a lone. And that bribe, that scrafice laid sleeping before them.

“ It doesn't matter her fate is the same as the res, Scrub for anything harmful to us then turn it over to the Headmasters, and or science facility for further inspection.
“ The woman sad coldly to her subordinate.

“Yes Mam” The woman stated giving Az a sad knowing look. Their was a chance, a small chance this girl could be saved and her ideals with it, she prayed the A.D.D could save her, but she knew those odds were bad. Still there was a small hope.