It had been hell.  The Worse day of her life... they had risen up to fight for their world.. for Earth for humanity... and they had lost.. Lost Badly!  The Viltrimite Conquerer's were just too powerful... even with their Hybrid-Half Human Half-Viltrum heritage.. they just did not have time to build their own might to resist the Viltrum invading forces.  It was a slaughter.

The last desperate hope.. was escape.. not to grow in strength to fight another day.. just escape to even survive.
[b]Sylvia's[/b] father, [b]Martin Crest[/b], was part of the experimental [color=00aeef][i]LevyGate[/i][/color] research that theoretically lead to alternate Earths... but the facility was discovered.. and the Viltrumites took no prisoners.

She never saw what happened to her father... probably for the best.  The Last she saw of her life was her Viltrumite Mother, [color=ed145b]Silia[/color]... fearless and strong as ever.. 'lightly' push her through the shimmering gate before the planted explosives destroyed the tech.  [color=ed145b]Silia[/color] a born and bred Warrior-TRUE of the Viltrum.. so stern, so confident.. so [i]Totally [b]BAD ASS[/b][/i]... never told [b]Sylvia[/b] as she grew up that she loved her.. too soft for her Viltrum sensibilities... but the look [color=ed145b]Silia[/color] always gave her father told the truth about her heart. A sentiment mirrored in the hearts of so many Viltrium infiltrators on earth intermingling with humans... the one race in the Galaxy that could bred true with the Viltrumites.  [color=ed145b]Silia[/color] had come to love the Earth and its people... and as [b]Sylvia[/b] vanished through the [color=00aeef][i]LevyGate[/i][/color] that same warm look of deep love and pride in her beautiful daughter... weak by Viltrun standards ~ at best.. [b]Sylvia[/b] knew instantly she was [color=ed145b]Silia's[/color] most Treasured Victory...with her single parting word ~ [color=ed145b][i][b]"Live!"[/b][/i][/color]

Then her earth vanish, the [i][color=00aeef]LevyGate[/color][/i] disappearing in a flash as her mothers 'light' push sent her careening 100'ft across broken wilderness on the boarders of [b]Ryken[/b].  Alone and lost in a world... Nothing like her own!

[b]Sylvia[/b] had been the heroine [b][color=39b54a]Astra[/color][/b] on Earth, but here.. [b]Sylvia's[/b] home and life were no more. She was homeless with no way to return home.. even if home existed anymore which was highly unlikely.  And return for what? Her a weakling by Viltrum standards to fight a war with ALL Viltrum alone?

[color=39b54a][b]Astra[/b][/color] wandered the strange land and learned quickly ... this was No alternate Earth!  There was nothing even remotely similar to her Earth.  Strange enough people could understand her and she could understand them.. but this realm seemed to be a crossroads of many different realities where various beings both possible and impossible were being deposited for some unknown reason.

But her mother's practical sensibilities soon took over... and [color=39b54a][b]Astra[/b][/color] took to the task of learning and making her way in this strange land... and make of it some kind of home until things changed.  To this task her natural Viltrumite Might proved useful and eventually she discovered the Adventurer's Guild... though she had only been in this realm for a week she knew she had to make some sort of living and her abilities could be profitably put to use... at least until she came up with something better.

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The young pretty somewhat petite woman stepped forward.. her very presence clearly something out of the ordinary. Shoulder-length dark brown hair [i]{now grown a bit longer}[/i], pale green eyes, petite around 5'9" but with a fearless confidence that belied the fact she carried no weapons, and wore no armor!  Her clothing was truly odd.. spun with a precision no hand weaver could attain and so brightly colored the material unidentifiable!  She smelled clean no dirt seemed to cling to her. The Yellow cloak at her shoulders was purely a thing of decoration perhaps.. the styling was like no Noble's raiment ever seen though all of it was clearly of high precision crafting!  She wore a leather'?' belt at her slim waist with pouches and items stored... but she bore no survival gear whatsoever...!

She spoke softly, [color=39b54a]"Hello. I am [b]Astra[/b]. I am strong, I hit hard, and I am hard to hurt."[/color]

She said nothing more... assuming apparently that was enough.
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