((Just thought I'd give everyone a bit of background into one of my characters, 'Vixen', as she's gotten a lot of attentionin my RP thread and other posts I've made.)) Chapter 1: That girl has problems. Mon'ka'shui - 3rd Sphere settlement It was a calm day, deep under the violet sky of Mon'ka'shui. Far from the main settlement, a small 'family' of Tau, Earth Caste, were busying themselves with their daily routine. Several of the Earth Caste performed routine maintenance upon various drones, skimmer tanks, building units, weapons, all of the basics that a thriving settlement needs. This small outpost consisted of a few buildings. Various life-support units, medical buildings, but most promimantly, a large Hanger containing a mass of vehicles. Next to this hanger, a home like building stood, and within, the complaining of a small child could be heard to those outside of it. "But moooooooooooooooooooooooom, I wanna go play with the drones!!!" The child said, frowning from her seat in a corner. "It wasn't even that big of an explosion! It was just a pulse grenade!" The child said, crossing her arms with a huff. "And you think that matters? You put two Fio'ui into the medical facility! They'll have a loss of productivity for three full rotations!" The Older female Tau, obviously the child's mother, began to chastise her daughter from the small kitchen unit, preparing an evening meal. "You were reckless, and not even authorized to perform maintenance on that Carbine. You almost killed those two!!!" "But I got it working, didn't I? Not even Papa could get it to function!" The child said, frowning. "We'll see what he has to say after he gets back here. But I don't want to hear a peep from you!" -------------- "Oi! Krol'jas! Wut're we doin' on dis tiny li'l planet, anyways?!?!" Thrakka bellowed, chewing on his tell-tale cigar. He sat next to Krol'jas in the front compartment of the Trukk they happened to be driving. "We's gettin' stuff fe'r da Waaaaagh! Dur!" Krol'jas shouted back, cuffing his friend on the ear. "Wut else could we be doin'?!?!" Krol'jas burped, reaching down to a large canvas bag labelled 'CHIPS', taking the large, oddly colored crunchy delectables and stuffing them into his mouth. He crunched on them, barrelling through the various critters on the road as they approached the settlement. "We'll be dere' soon ya git, den you'z can quit gripin' and get ta' blastin'." ---------------- "Well, at least you won't be put into rehabilitation, Kora." The girls father said, glaring down at his daughter. "But your first promotion will have to wait until five cycles after it was set in. They can't have a reckless officer in their midst. The Greater Good can't abide by it." The girl looked down, frowning. Tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't even want to be a building officer! I wanted to be from the fire caste! I want to have fun! You'll never understand!" She shouted, crying as she got up and stormed out of the house, her father starting to give chase. He was stopped by his wife, shaking her head. "Just let her go calm down. This still isn't the worst thing she's ever done." "But I can't just let her be like this. The Fio'o might even demote me if we can't get her in line." "I know, but, with the abnormality... She just can't be brought into the Empire by simply being with us. The Ethereals said that she can't physically accept their words..."