Genesis
By Princess Angelita
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Tribe characters, just this plot and any original characters.
Summary: The Mallrats and their friends land on an island called Genesis, where several different tribes live. Will they accept the Mallrats? Will the Mallrats find any old friends? Can Amber stand not being in charge? Will Ebony be able to resist the urge for power? Set after Tribe series 5.
Rating: M for mature themes.
Chapter 1: Iris
A young woman walked briskly down a yellow-walled corridor, hung with copies of paintings of Renaissance masters, in what used to be one of the best resort-hotels in New Zealand. The woman was of average height and slim, her body covered in a floor-length light blue linen dress, from which milk-white arms and neck emerged gracefully. Her face, although not beautiful, was lovely in the classic lines of her chin, jaw, and cheekbones, along with full red-painted lips, a Grecian nose, and enormous almond-shaped ocean blue eyes. A thick black braid entwined with silver threads swished back and forth behind her, reaching down past her waist. Her regal bearing and air of confidence and pride made her stand out from the four other young women walking just behind her, as did the diamond tiara she wore on her head.
The woman turned into another corridor that led up to huge, rose-carved mahogany double doors. She paused in front of them as the two black-clad guards, both carrying sniper rifles, bowed deeply to her, and then opened the doors to allow her access. The room she stepped into was large, airy, and beautiful. The walls were pale blue, the floor-to-ceiling windows draped with delicate white gauze curtains. Two silver-trimmed French doors opened out onto a granite balcony which overlooked a huge garden. The carpet was thick and dark blue in color, the four-poster bed was hung with blue chiffon and made up with a blue satin comforter embroidered with green and yellow daffodils. Several bookshelves stood on one wall, and were filled with books of all kinds. Two tall lamps stood beside the bed, their shades bleached white as snow.
She and her companions didn't stop there, however. They walked through the bedroom into another set of double doors, entering a white marble bathroom containing a giant Roman spa tub, two sinks, and large mirrors hung all over the light blue walls. Vases of calla lilies and white roses were placed in strategic places all around the room, filling the air with a sweet scent. Two of the girls who had been following the first hurried forward to open a door that revealed a spacious closet hung with dresses of various colors, fabrics, and styles. The other two girls followed the first inside and began to undress her.
"I wonder who is on the boat," one of the girls, a plump, red-headed girl in a pale green dress commented as she swiftly pulled the pins holding the tiara in place out of her mistress's black hair. "I'm anxious to know that myself, Sarai," the woman with the black hair said quickly, watching the goings-on through a mirror on the wall. Sarai's cornflower blue eyes flashed excitedly. "I hope it's someone interesting." One of the other girls, a pale, skinny woman with long, curly brown hair and large brown eyes turned to look at Sarai, her arms filled with the silken folds of an ocean-blue, full-skirted dress. "I hope whoever is on there isn't someone evil," she said solemnly. Sarai sniffed. "Not that one, Rose," the black haired woman said before Sarai could reply. "I think the Mary blue satin, the one embroidered at the hem, will do for this occasion."
Rose laid the ocean-blue dress back on a shelf and walked to the other side of the closet. "My lady, what will we do if they are hostile?" another of the girls, one with brown hair and dreamy hazel eyes asked as she glanced through a large ebony jewelry box, her gray dress draped neatly in folds around her chair. "I have already ordered Malik to assemble his troops and meet us at the harbor, Tessie," the black-haired woman said thoughtfully. "But I asked that their weapons be concealed. If the people on the boat are friendly, it would not look good on our part to appear warlike." She turned to the last girl, the youngest of the five, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl dressed in yellow linen who was rummaging through a shelf of shoes. "The silver embroidered shoes from Pakistan, Delia," she told her.
Delia flushed slightly and pulled the box containing the shoes out from their place on the shelf. "My lady, do you think these people are the Techno tribe Alistair told us about?" Tessie asked, setting several small jewel boxes aside. "If they are, there won't be enough on the boat to be able to overcome Malik's troops. Remember girls, there are a hundred men with weapons waiting at the harbor, and the boat couldn't possibly hold more than twenty people. The black-haired woman stood up and allowed the others to dress her. The girls worked in silence until they were finished. They stood back, admiring their work, as the black-haired woman surveyed herself in a full-length mirror. "Wonderful job, girls," she said. "I think this is the right outfit, don't you?" The girls murmured their assents, Delia staring at her mistress with rapt eyes.
"You look so beautiful, my lady," she whispered gleefully. The woman smiled at her just as a knock came from the bathroom door. A woman in a white cap and white dress leaned her head in. "Queen Iris, the boat has docked," she said quietly. "Thank you, Marian," Iris said, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. "Girls?" She strode out of the room, her women behind her.