Beautiful arms, legs, motion. Spinning in tight cartwheels. Long, sensuous legs swung in perfect arcs, separating in a streamlined passage. With gymnastic grace and the speed of a leopard, the lithe, bandy, girl leapt and pounced with lightning agility and devastating precision.
Streaking through the twighlight air, a sweeping blade slashed to the right and severed the head off an unaware warrior.
The arms of the soldier flung wide and gushing liquid fountained to the air. Instantly blood vaporized and the collapsing body disintegrated as suddenly.
Her arms moved seemingly at the speed of will alone, and just as quickly, she was upon two more unsuspecting guards. In the cold dark she landed like a feather behind them.
Tumbling heads plopped into laps, their bodies slumped and then dissipated.
She squatted behind the seat where the two had been sitting, her black cat suit was glossy with sweat and heaving lungs were thirsting for air. Her muscles were taught and her athletic form was accentuated with the sheen of light across them. Some soldiers were approaching in front.
She pressed down even lower, her suit adjusted upon her lean body. A hot dribble of sweat trickled down her inner thigh.
Sensitive fingers wrapped and slid around the hilts of two ornate and irregular shaped, long knives. Delicately, soundlessly they were each placed to the ground.
Talking in hushed tones about random acquaintances the men were strolling closer to her hiding spot. In a matter of seconds she would be discovered.
The young girl scurried to the right, her legs straining to keep her low profile. She grasped a pole and scampered upwards. Stretching like a cat she extended her body along a branching beam and remained as still as dead water.
One of the men motioned to light a cigarette and the other halted him. Each of them looked curiously at the two empty uniforms on the seat in front.
Like a silent spider the girl guided her arms downwards aiming them to the ground beneath.
Shining metal glinted and zipped past the pair.
“What the hell!?”, said one as two metallic blades shot past.
The girl snatched the flying weapons, somehow guided directly into her palms.
A glistening black object fell at the two men.
One fumbled for his revolver while the other slapped at a switch on his outfit.
An angry blade was drawn straight down the head of the man struggling for his gun, and with a sweeping bite the other had his jugular vein slashed in a brutal blow.
Blood sprayed and then disappeared as the bodies vanished, their elements deteriorating to a digital signal.
It was too late, an alarm communicator had been activated. Sirens a distance away began to howl.
Without haste the girl stopped, and her weapons were placed neatly one over the top of the other upon the seat.
The darkness was oppressive and there was nowhere else to run.
She arched her slender form upright and adjusted her breathing, slowing it with every draw. Gentle hands were raised to her soft chest and held against a sweat soaked and heated body. After a timely pause she glided them down her outfit and out to the sides.
50 armed, angry soldiers crested a low entry driveway that fed into the ground in front.
“There she is! Get her!”, yelled a commander. At that moment a hundred men charged to engulf her.
The young girl extended her arms at a full stretch and strangely her body slowly lifted into the air.
Her small feet pointed limply downwards as the ground drew further away.
At about 6 feet up, she raised up her head. Her body shot taught, legs snapped to the side and her palms aimed forward. Her eyes locked on the approaching men and a sinister grin formed on her lips. A glowing red aura enveloped her body.
“STOP!!!”, came a panicked females voice from the distance.
Instantly the scene froze, paused as if in a movie.
The young girl, her long blond platted locks of hair wavered under the strange red energy forming over her sleek body.
“STOP!!! NOW!!!”, said the woman’s voice desperately.
The young girl separated her fingers, splaying them wide. The red energy dissipated and slowly she floated downwards.
Her feet rested upon the ground and she knelt low.
She panted heavily and sweat dripped onto the floor. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I wanted to do that.”
“It’s ok. There is a lot of pressure on all of us.”, said the ladies voice who now seemed to be right beside the girl but her form was unseen.
Glowing translucent white and blue energies swirled like vapour and soft air, solidifying into a tall human. A stunning female appeared as if by magic, her complete form seemingly made out of smooth electricity and faint luminous surfaces. Her long ghostly hair waved as if in a mystic breeze and her naked, voluptuous body was goddess-like in beauty. Her skin was not real, only seemingly made of transparent energy, glowing at the extremities, but it’s shape was exactly as a human, albeit without any shred of clothing.
“You did very well my dear.”, said the elegant lady approaching her.
The kneeling child was exhausted, her head was lowered, “Thanks, so did you. I could almost feel them.”
“Do you really think so? You could actually notice?”, said the woman enthusiastically.
“No doubt about it. You’re getting better each time.”, said the young girl.
“As are you my dear, beauty, grace and precision. I think all the boys will want to know you soon too!”, said the glowing lady in a cute fashion.
“Hmmph!”, said the girl, “..but… then again… I don’t really… y’know… I haven’t met..”, said the girl troubled by her own thoughts, “… I just don’t know, because of, you know..”
“In time little one, in time.”, said the lady.
“Do you think I will have her powers soon?”, said the girl who grasped her knives as they slid and shunted their way into her palms.
“Whose?”, said the lady.
The girl shot up and threw a speedy blade straight into the head of the commander of the frozen troops. The knife went careening through and lodged into an unseeable wall behind. The mans body fell and disappeared. No others moved a micrometer.
“Sailor Moon’s power.”, said the determined girl.
“Very soon. But hurry, you’d better go and get back to your mischief, they are coming and are almost outside!”.
Without hesitation the young girl shot forward sprinting for the blade and light returned to the room. Inside was a large area with cables, data boxes and large metal processing chambers. The entire room was a large computer core. Huge arrays of steel channels and pipes went to the central axis looking like a tremendously wide tree trunk in the centre of the room. What had once been an outside dark illusion now became it’s true form. The bodies of men and uniforms dissolved to electrical nothing.
The young girl was nowhere to be seen.
The woman made entirely of energy vanished into the air.
(Back in the command bunker where agents and police officials were searching deeper into the Paitl Nui Maudan nuclear attack.)
*Nallleep! Nallleep! Nallleep!* rang an intercom phone.
An analyst went to pick it up and answered the call.
After hanging up the phone with the touch of a button, the man spoke, “Er, Chief, um, someone wants to speak with you.”
“Who?”, said the Chief.
“Arh, well, they are coming right now, they’ll be here in just a second.”, said the man.
“And this person would be?”, said the Chief grumpily.
“Um, General Gordoba Zeus.”, said the man.
A surprised hush filled the room. Even the chief’s head spun for a moment.
“That’s the captain of the Archangel 1 isn’t it?”, said another official.
“He’s commander of the entire Star Fleet you idiot!”, said another man.
“Why is he coming here?”, said another official.
*Knock Knock Knock* came a soft sound at the door.
“That’d be them.”, said the man who had taken the phone call, he placed the phone back on it’s receptacle.
“Right give me that, that and that.”, said the chief pointing to the terminal screens, he offered a small cylinder to his subordinate. “Open the door.”
Two immense alien troopers knelt down to peek in through the human size door, they appeared to have bulky lizard like bodies and faces, “Chief Basilisk?”, said one of the well dressed uniformed aliens.
‘I haven’t heard that name forever!’ thought the Chief, “Yes, that’s me.”
“Would you kindly meet with General Zeus and accompany us with the Star Senate to be in the presence of her Ladyship, ‘G’. It is of a most pressing concern.”, said one of the alien troopers politely.
“Yes, certainly, I would be delighted.”, said the chief collecting his freshly filled data cylinder. “I have some information here that may speed up our investigation.”
“Excellent. Please follow us.”, said the alien.
The chief left and the other officials gathered in a huddle.
“Holy shit! General Gordoba Zeus! And G! … Dam, that is incredible!”, said an official.
“I’ve heard no one has ever seen Gordoba before.”, said a man.
“Yes it’s because of security concerns, he’s the best tactician in the space fleet, bar none. They can’t afford to let anyone know of his features lest he be targeted.”
“Well I’ve heard he’s the whole reason this sector of space is free of conflict. That he’s a freak, supermind and huge, master warrior. Has the balls of a space lion and the cold heart of a machine.”
“Yeah, they say he’s the toughest, meanest, most legendary asshole ever to command a warship.”
“Basilisk, the Chief? Where did that come from?”, said a man.
“ Probably his old service codename... How old is that guy anyway?”, said another
“But what about G?!”, said one. “Supposed to be some mega computer babe isn’t she?”
Sarina was sore, she had taken a heavy fall onto the trees via her gliding escape from the stricken freighter many hours before. Fortunately there were no broken bones or any heavy gashes on her body. Amazingly she had escaped and she miraculously alive. But curiously, the strange, large old man clothed in many bulky furs somehow knew of Sarina and Serenity her natural birth mother in an unusual level of detail.
“But, how do you know of my mother?”, said Sarina, “That was like thousands of years ago.”
“Did you come here in a pointy white ship?”, said the old man.
“Err, yes, but it’s probably still up in the air. But how-”, said Sarina.
He placed his hand up to stop an imminent barrage of questions, “Well, if you lay back a bit and rest up I’ll tell you a few things.”. The old man got up and handed a few pillows to Sarina who sheepishly adjusted herself for a long talk against some comforting cushions. Parts of her body still ached.
“That old freighter of mine is how I knew your mother. This planet is where we met a long time ago, in fact she used to sit where you are now. We would talk for quite long hours about all manner of things. You see, my ship was one of the first stellar transporters to be able to traverse the greater routes of the known universe, the UCS Serenity, Zero, Zero, One. It was one of the oldest and probably one of the best-made cargo ships ever built. She has lasted me a long, long time. I paid her off about 800 years ago, not that it matters now.”, said the old man.
“Really, I am very sorry about um, destroying it.”, said Sarina earnestly.
“That’s quite alright my dear, I’ve wanted to do the same thing since I got stuck here, many, many times. Anyway, when the first issue of the universal database was generated, there were quite a few recognised craft in its log books, mine happened to be amongst them. It so happened when Queen Beryl and your mother made that white ship of theirs-“, said the old man.
“-Wait, that ship was my mothers ‘and’ Queen Beryl’s?!”, interrupted Sarina.
The old man nodded, “Yes, the two girls with the aid of Syntia created a ship, ‘the’ deadliest warbird in the history of space fairing. It was a crystal ship edged with normal technology. Serenity knew what she wanted with gem powers, and with Queen Beryl’s family business and Syntia’s gift of technical prowess, that white monster was created.”
“But how did you meet them?”, said Sarina.
“Oh, well, I’ve met both Serenity and Queen Beryl, but not Syntia. Yes, moving on, well, what’s the first thing you do when you get a new ship and you want to fly somewhere, anywhere? Anywhere at all, when the mysteries of space beckon you? What do you think your mother typed in?”, said the old man.
“..Serenity… She typed in her own name right?”, said Sarina.
“That’s right, and guess where it bought them.”, said the old man raising his palms upwards.
“Oh. I seeee…”, said Sarina. “But how did you meet?”
“Well back then, I didn’t look so old, I haven’t had any treatments since I’ve been stuck here… Well a long time ago, I used to look quite dashing, and your mother and Queen Beryl did take a fancy to me.”, said the old man.
Sarina examined his face a little closer, yes he did appear to have a fine facial structure, and going back in time, it wouldn’t have been out of the question. He probably would have been quite attractive.
“You see space fairing back then was a gentlemanly thing and when you met other people, it was always a delight to see a new face of someone who had the same spirit of adventure. It sounds a bit old fashioned doesn’t it!”, smiled the old man. “Most people travelled by large ‘cattle’ ships, and not many single people could afford crafts of their own.”
“So exclusive as it was, we still enjoyed each other’s company. One day though, your mother did train with me however.”, said the old man.
“Train? How do you mean?”, asked Sarina.
“Well, I loved coming here so much, I love the natives and I made it my second home.”, said the man. “I used to do a lot of weightlifting.”
Sarina scoffed, “Sure, sure.”
“Don’t believe me hey?”, the old man got up, but not in the fashion one would expect, he raised up quickly and as though completely in control of his body. He tore of the large furs surrounding him.
Sarina’s gasped! Her eyes filled with a surprising site.
The old man’s features only lasted to his jawline, below, his body was an impressive site, perfect skin and huge bulking muscles. His body was in complete contrast to his face and grey hair. He had a strong healthy physique that looked incredibly young and bursting with strength.
Sarina fumbled for words, “How?”
“This planet my dear, it’s food, water and nutrients. Keeps your muscles young, just not every part of you. I’d have to get Pallon treatments to fix everything.”, said the man.
“Still!”, said Sarina.
“You know, when I carried you back, I noticed your muscles are not quite a skinny girl’s form. You actually have more strength than your mother back when she came here.”, said the old man.
“Really?”, said Sarina.
The man nodded.
Sarina looked at her bare arms, he was right, Sarina’s body had been changing. Over the last few months she had noticed a shift in her physique. She had been looking at herself a lot more than normal in the mirrors and couldn’t put any reason to why she always felt a little better after seeing herself, especially naked.
Sarina wondered back. She knew she was always eating junk food and titanic amounts of it, but the musculature forms that were sprouting over her, subtle but beautiful, could only be attributed to one thing. ‘Beryl!’, thought Sarina. She remembered Queen Beryl had been ever so slowly altering the menu at Burger Hut, and when Sarina was about, she always slipped in an extra meat pattie or 3 into her burger. Not only that, the meat patties had eventually been replaced with ripe, juicy pieces of fresh steak. Sarina often found herself minutes after a battle with the scouts hoeing into an oversized tasty meat burger at Burger Hut. It had become the ‘hang out’ after every combat event. The sudden shift in protein intake had Sarina looking toned and healthy, far above what she normally knew. It was quite a revelation. She made a mental note to thank Beryl for her kindness. Sarina had noticed this change especially after defeating the alien with her baking tray and fists a few days back. It was all beginning to make sense. And especially the yummy lime milk and protein shakes she loved from there also.
The man covered himself and fetched a warm drink for Sarina. “Well, I think it’s high time I went and got some more food for my illustrious guest. My pantry is almost empty. So, I trust you may need a bit of rest before we talk some more. In the meantime, this tray of food is yours to eat.”
“You’re going? Like right now?”, said Sarina.
“Yes, I’ll have to make a visit to see the natives, I’ll be gone for a several hours. I promised my girlfriend I’d fetch her a water beast. And I can’t let her down, not today, it’s her birthday you see.”, said the man.
“Oh, ok. I can hang out for a bit. Guess I don’t have anywhere to go…”, said Sarina.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you off this planet somehow. I’m sure the rescue box from my freighter is alive and well, despite that explosion.”, said the old man. “We can go look for it when you are better.”
“Oh cool! Yeah sure! That’d be great!”, said Sarina.
The old man offered a few details of the mountain-side cave house she was in before he left and then handed her the delicious looking assortment of dried meats and fruits on a large platter.
“By the way, your mother left something here for you too.”, said the old man with a wink as he snuck out the door.
“Wait! What!?”, said Sarina who tried to angle her sore legs off the bed. Tired, frustrated she gave up. Now wasn’t the time to be punishing herself. Besides, the few orderves she had chewed were making her mouth water for more of their deliciousness. “Mmmm.”
A shuttle ride. The chief through a viewing window observed the devastation of the building he once called home. The headquarters of the Interstellar Police Force.
“Everyone got out alive, no casualties.”, said one of the seated escorting troopers.
The chief then gazed up into the sky and could scarcely believe his eyes. Projecting like a metallic peninsular of land the Archangel 1 loomed heavily over the clouds. It’s long ion weapons and a multitude of turrets were scattered over it’s grey and gold bulk. It was streamlined and had a ferocity of purpose. ‘This was a warship!’, thought the Chief. It’s size and form alone would unnerve virtually any combatant. He could see large open portals near the front, these were the super cannons, and if you wanted to be f*cked up, they were the things to do it.
“Chief Basilisk, you will be meeting the General and some reps from the Star Senate, also the head of SpyNet will make an appearance. It is most unusual that General Zeus has called everyone together, but even more irregular, he wishes to meet everybody in person.”, said the trooper.
A short time later, on the presentation deck of the Archangel 1, a wide luxurious room sprawled out in tan décor. Large comfortable seats, serving tables and standing areas were perfectly set to contrast against the large forward portal window. Beyond the plas-glass one could see the forward decks, weapon arrays and the shear immensity of the harsh looking warship. However this room portrayed that of a cruise ship and not of a hardened military appliance. The catering staff were performing an immaculate duty tending to the gathered members of the Star Senate. Tea, biscuits and small refreshments were served.
The Chief of Police knew those in the room personally and he was delighted to catch up on domestic stories with all. The Star Senate had a few good, incorruptible members, and oddly enough, the 7 he trusted the most were the only ones invited to be here.
Announcements were made that the General was to be arriving shortly. Staff removed unnecessary items and ushered trays and trolleys from the room. Large doors were gently closed behind.
Each of the guests found a plush chair and sat about gazing to the window.
As they observed, the bulking cruiser manoeuvred away from the planet beneath.
Edging upward and gaining speed it began heading for the home world of the mysterious being named ‘G’. Stars in the sky blackened and the window became black as pitch.
With the assembly of dignitaries sitting about, two towering uniformed guards opened the entry doors to the right and proceeded into the room. These were like the alien lizards before, but much, much larger and far more strict.
The Chief sipped at his delicious coffee drink and sunk into the comfortable couch.
A trooper announced, “ Please remain seated Chief Basilisk and members of the Inner Star Senate, I introduce General Gordoba Zeus Galactic Commander of the United Universe Star Fleet.”
“Hiiiyyyyyyyeeeeee!!!!”, said a humanoid looking alien, bursting through the doorway at speedf. His arms were outstretched and he had the widest, happiest smile on his face. Where each member was expecting a towering official with stern looks and a military cut uniform they received something quite unexpected. Human sized, he was wearing an outfit that belonged on a Rio de Janeiro boulevard party, or perhaps a Gay Pride March. Encrusted with feathers, sequins and glassy diamonds the man waved his arms in verbose, welcoming hand movements. His outfit was devoid of leg covering, except for silvery, shimmering knee-high boots that gleamed in the light. At his back was a high, pink and white feather tail, like a peacock. His slender chest was bare except for the supporting straps and he was wearing the most minimal small, silver scaled underwear.
A fountain of coffee erupted from the chief. He lurched forward and began coughing.
“Ohh! Basi! Can’t keep it in my dear fellow.”, said the General with sparkling concern. He briskly walked over.
The Chief coughed and coughed, his face went red as he choked upon his drink. A friendly member beside him got up and took the empting coffee cup. He was patted on the back by another and he regained his composure.
Small towels were pressed upon him and he thanked them all for their effort. Though, pressingly tenderly across his brow was the General himself.
“There-there, I know I’m a bit of a start.”, said the General.
“Too right.”, said the Chief grumpily.
“Well!”, said the General standing up, his well tanned and slender body seemed all too close to the Chief, especially his almost bare buttock cheeks. “I think it’s about time we got this show on the road don’t you?”
The Chief cleared his throat once more and patted a towel over his mouth.
“Righteeoo!”, said the General who ripped off his feather tail dress and sent his silver underwear flying with it.
The Chief clutched at his chest and shielded his eyes.
“Eh?….Oh relax Basi! See I’m still covered up.”, said the General.
The Chief separated his fingers to see through, he was right, the underwear that was once covering him gave rise to something much worse. A piece of silver material that only just covered his privates and was connected with what appeared to be fishing line to the back piece. On it were tiny red rubies at the edge of the material.
The General wiggled his hips, “Sparkly hey?”
The Chief shook his head in a nervous manner. He didn’t want to focus on the semi naked man anymore.
“Well people, the poop has hit the celestial fan and has landed in our pockets.”, said the General. “I know you weren’t expecting me as this.” As he draped his hands over a posing body, “But, neither does anyone. It’s the only way I can lead a normal life outside, considering how many enemies I have.”
“I have been to Allimasa on holiday, Carreeba!”, said the General, “But it certainly looks like we have our work cut out for us now.”
“Basi, I know you have some interesting delectables for us. But we’ll get to that soon.”, said the General. “There is something, perhaps much more pressing.”
The General took a firm stance and began explaining why he had summoned each together, he was concerned that too many dangerous things were enveloping the local galaxy, and none were trivial. Throughout the conversation the General often sat near, around and moved about the Chief of Police. He appeared to be concerned for his wellbeing after the early incident.
And this happened to be the most disconcerting thing for the old fellow who was as straight as the day was long. He loved his dependable wife. Throughout the conversations and sharing descriptions, he had the uncomfortable feeling that the General was thrusting his package, most of the time toward the Chief in order to ram home a point. It was an overtly expressive style that bothered his own sense of decency.
The Chief felt uncomfortable, but as he listened, the General began to make a lot of sense. There were many threads that began pointing to some underlying current of events. General Gordoba had a sixth sense too. Against all judgements, the Chief, despite his appearance was beginning to like this man’s aggressive mind.
“The Auto freighters were a despicable trap.”, said the Chief.
“Mmmmm, and how!”, said the General.
“What could the assailant gain by destroying that building?”, asked a member of the Star Senate. “It’s a repeatable system, all the data is secure across several sites.”
“Which is why we are of to see the Wizardess herself, ‘Gee’”, said the General.
Sarina emptied the entire tray of food. She was liking space food that much more. Some things had peculiar tastes, but when you ate enough of them, somehow they seemed to become a welcoming flavour. She got up and decided to walk around the cave complex. It was a hollowed mountainside that had a pleasant warmth and fresh air feel to it’s design. Sarina found a few windows and saw sun filled jungle and mountains stretching off to the horizons a short distance below. The smooth powdered stone ground was cool and refreshing on her bare feet.
Up a level or so, she found a long room filled with gym equipment. It was rudimentary mechanical gear that seemed rather commonplace. On one side were large arrangements expectedly for the giant-like old man, and on the other side of the room were standard sized apparatus, made for a normal human frame. Sarina beheld the strong weights and wondered if her mother had been the last to use them.
She lifted a bench press bar and felt its mass. It was heavy but not unreasonable.
Sarina ventured around the room and saw the customary long mirrors. She couldn’t resist, her sheet fell away and she looked at her slender body.
There were some scraps and small bruises, but nothing was desperately injured. With all but only her sleek Lynanti, cotton underwear on Sarina began to admire the girl she was becoming. Just like the thousand other times she had to stare into the mirror. Instead of complaining about her weight, the physical activity was making her body all that much more sexy. A broad grin came to her face.
Sarina collected her sheet and sat down upon it on a nearby machine. She adjusted the exercise weight and decided to have ago. Fortunately after the welcome food, her body didn’t seem so anxious to complain anymore.
She lifted the weight. “Not too bad.”, said Sarina to herself. She tried again.
Sarina kept at it, for it did seem like a reasonable way to pass the time, and as she pushed, pressed and lifted her muscles began to swell. She looked at her arms and chest, they ‘definitely’ were getting bigger.
As she lifted the weights, something very odd began to trace its way over her back, lines of pitch black began to crawl down her neck and shoulders. Slowly formations of teeth like drawings scribed downwards and inched over the rest of her body. Sarina was too busy stretching her arms up and down to notice.
“Soooo Darion… How are you feeling?”, said Rae, who somehow, unnoticed, managed to toss aside one of her thin gown straps.
“I’m, well,.. my dog! My dam dog! I killed it!”, said Darion in drunken tears.
“No, shhh, it was an acciden-“, said Rae.
“No! No! No! No!”, said Darion shaking his head wildly from side to side, the glass in his hand wobbled spilling droplets about, Rae grasped at his hand to stop him losing the whole thing.
“Well, dogs scoff everything! How could you stop him from doing what he naturally does?!”, said Rae in frustration.
“I don’t know. I don’t know?”, said Darion who wobbled like he was about to fall on the couch. “But the dam biscuits! He ate so many so quickly! And then he, he, he choked! And I couldn’t do anything to save him! See these lips, I even tried to give him mouth to mouth.” He leaned over semi puckering his soggy lips at Rae, who for the strangest incident forgot why she was there and leaned away.
‘Ewwh dog lips!’, thought Rae.
“See, I killed him, because I couldn’t help him.”, said Darion who hung his head low, “He was just a puppy…” he buried his face in his hand and Rae rescued his glass from falling to the ground.
Rae tossed aside the other gown strap and tugged at her dress pulling it down, ‘A touch of cleavage.’, thought Rae.
Rae leaned over and pushed her hands softly into Darion’s hair. Massaging him tenderly. “There-there, it’s ok. It’s not your fault. Little doggies do foolish things all by themselves.”
“I…I suppose you are … right”, said Darion.
“Mmmm, I’m very right.”, said Rae who wriggled herself closer to him on the couch.
“You know, it’s all because of Sarina that I’m sad. I told her to go away after she gave me that wretched cookie.”, said Darion.
“Mmmm.”, said Rae stroking Darion’s hair, gentle hands traversed behind his ears, she leaned over closer and squirmed in her dress. Her gown was now hanging far down only just covering her feminine nudity, ‘just lift up your head and you’ll get a to see a lovely surprise. Me!’ thought Rae. A broad grin widened over her face. ‘Just look up now, come on sweetie, I’m just about freakin naked here.’
Darion continued, “I can’t believe she did that! Of all days!”
“Yes Sarina is badddd… Rae is goodddd.”, said Rae pushing her fingers around his hair and face. ‘Come on, look up, just one little look…’thought Rae anxiously. Rae’s dress was almost about to fall around her waist, she had no bra. She knew a complete strip would be too obvious, ‘just a little more encouragement.’, she thought. She sidled her kneeling leg over and placed it between Darion’s thighs. ‘time to move in for the kill!’. She raised up her dress from the bottom revealing long silky, smooth legs. She embraced him and pressed his head against her gown to support it. Darion’s head was just below her almost bare, voluptuous front. A large grin came to her face as she angled around in front, ‘Just a moment more, I’ll pat you up, and then I’ll drop this cloth like a stone!’ Thought Rae. ‘You won’t be able to resist me!’
“I can’t believe it, stupid Meatball head, she’s always messing with me.”, said Darion.
Rae just wanted to entertain this feeling a little longer, “There-there, Rae’s got you, poor thing. I’ll make it all better.”, ‘Sarina is gone!’, thought Rae, ‘You’re all mine!’… “Sarina left, she cried like a baby and took off.” Rae giggled, “She probably went to commit suicide or something!”
“What?”, said Darion sternly.
‘Eeep!’, thought Rae.
*Ka-Bang! - Bang! - Bang!*
Heavy fists pounded at the door outside.
‘SHIT!’, thought Rae in distress, Her dress fell and her hands slammed over her naked chest.
“The Mark 1. It is the only existing Crystal Warbird, the most lethal craft in the known universe, nothing can match it’s power.”, said the General. “A day back, 2 light destroyers of my squad intercepted the Mark 1 on a planet called Isendal. They received observation alert records from a passive cargo freighter. Upon inspection they each recognized the ship from historical logs. Naturally they both jumped at the chance to intercept it. I know that neither of the captains understood what a deadly vessel she used to be and still is. I believe, mistakenly they thought they could take down the living relic all by themselves. The recorded battle was over in less than a minute. I have not sent any more warships, only drones. They picked up the destruction pile of the freighter and destroyers and nothing since. The Mark 1 has vanished again.”
“But how can that be? The Mark 1 has been gone for a couple of millennia! Why would it come back now?”, said a Senate member.
“Mmmm, that is a big question. Queen Beryl has not been active this side of space for a long time either. I heard she didn’t like that spaceship much anyhow. I know she always preferred that Doom Tree of hers.”, said the General.
“Most of this is ancient history. We thought those sleeping dogs were ‘ Put to sleep’ ages ago on that ridiculous planet, what was it called?”, said a Senate member.
“Earth.”, said the Chief.
“Yes, that one, the one we get all the free TV shows from. That silly forbidden world that everybody wants to know about and act like.”, said the Senate member. “ Pokemon this, Yugioh that! Bah!… Is it because we have been venturing there too much? Has someone somehow reactivated Beryl? Stirred up the pit vipers so to speak?”
“It would seem that way, but I have it on authority that Queen Beryl is permanently out of action.”, said the General.
“How do you know this?”, asked a Senate member.
“By this.”, said the General placing an ornate yellow crystal and holder onto a table. “This crystal is the one thing that warped Beryl into a demonic ruler. And as you can see the spirit entity lever has been returned to it. In other words, Beryl is just some domestic chickadee. She has no crystal powers at all.”
“So, how is it her ship is active. Did someone steal it?”, said a Senate member.
“ Possibly.”, said the General. “Maximus! It’s your turn.”
A medium sized man with sharp lined facial features stepped through the door at a brisk pace. With no sense of candour and welcoming acceptance he sported a thin panel screen. He sat on a bar stool and placed the screen before the crowd. He said robotically, “Hello. I am Maximus, head of SpyNet. Please observe the screen. This was captured several days ago.”
Displayed upon the flat black visor, images of a television reporter appeared, he was speaking to a camera and reporting about the strange alien ship that had blessed their local neighbour hood. The camera panned around and they saw the glossy white pointy craft.
“That is the Mark 1.”, said Maximus. “Keep watching.”
The television reporter talked about the joyous day in Lynanti when an interstellar visitor actually came as a tourist, it was a first and a very special event. Though he mentioned, no alien was yet seen.
“Keep watching.”, said Maximus. He slowed the frame rate down.
“What, what is that? Right there.”, said a Senate member pointing to a disturbance of a red.
A biscuit, saucer and cup had fallen onto the floor, “Oh …dear... god..”, said the Chief
General Gordoba raised an eyebrow in surprise.
The chief leaned over and clasped the screen in his hands, his intent features staring into the picture, everyone looked at him. “I,,, I’ve seen that person before!!”
Sarina was pushing hard against the gym equipment, somehow, this was invigorating. Sweat trickled down her body as arms strained against the resistance.
She let the weights fall with a mighty, satisfying clank and stood up. It was time to go look at herself in the mirror yet again.
Sarina looked down at her flexing right arm and then aghast looked at the mirror.
A tremendous squeal echoed through the mountains.
Sarina brushed and slapped at her arms to rid herself of the strange things upon them.
She thought leeches were clinging to her. She desperately tried to peel them off and they weren’t moving. They were on her chest, her arms and her legs. When she looked into the mirror they were even down the side of her face.
Sarina squealed at the top of her lungs again.
She smacked upon her arms and hurt herself each time. She clawed at them and saw grazes appear.
Her arms were sore.
She stopped tearing at her flesh and looked closely at the black leeches. Her arm hairs were sticking through. She looked up at the mirror and saw something even stranger, the leeches were in a regular pattern over her body, one side was mirrored to the other.
“Leeches can’t make patterns. Can they?”, said Sarina.
Sarina calmed down and breathed deeply, she took a new perspective. “It must be ink… pitch black ink. But how?”. She ran fingers over her skin and saw that it was part of her, oddly however where she rubbed the ink it seemed to become semi translucent as though it was somehow a trick of the light. When she moved her hand away the black colour came flooding back in richness.
She saw the marks down her sides, around her legs and body. Encircling her shoulders were a neat wreath-like pattern of feather forms. These continued under her clothing as though someone had just tattooed her entire person.
“What the hell is this?”, said Sarina looking in the mirror. It looked like someone had drawn zebra stripes over her legs, tiger stripes on her arms and wings on her back. It was an unusual decoration but somehow attractive in it’s design. She looked down at her bra, the lines were under there too. She popped it down and saw the neat feather forms wrap around her breasts and cover them expertly. She lifted up her top and looked at herself wholly, it was difficult to tell that she was naked, the tattoos were well designed.
As she looked herself over, Sarina couldn’t help but marvel at the site of the long feather marks and lines, somehow they accentuated the splendid forms and angles of her muscles and body. When she raised her arms up the feathers looked like spreading eagle wings across her back. It was impressive.
Sarina stood posing and shifting her arms and tensing her body. Slowly but surely the strange ink looked tough and not so scary. She looked about the room and saw a doorway to the outside passages and sunlight. No one was around and she wanted to see her skin and the ink in better light. She ventured forth.
Upon opening the door she could see the primal jungle below. The sun was glistening on the plants and ferns nearby. Sarina stood in the sunshine and looked at the black tones upon her arms. Touching her skin once more, the ink seemed to slowly fade as she pressed upon it. “Most unusual.”
The warmth of the sun was invigorating and Sarina’s odd tattoos were a curious site to see.
She sat down in her underpants and then lay back with an arm folded behind her head, she was enjoying the view and the crisp mountain air. Her arm looked unusual with the new pattern, but somehow it felt strangely normal.
Sunning herself in the magnificent rays and inhaling deeply, the physical exhaustion of lifting weights was finally catching up with her. “I can see why someone could stay here for so long.”, said Sarina wistfully.
“Hey wait a minute, he said my mother left something here for me.”
Like a gun blast, Sarina bounded into the air and ran for her top. “Ah screw it!”, she changed direction and then went charging around the mountain home. “Something of my mother’s was here! Where!”
“How do you know who this is?”, said Maximus to the chief.
The chief handed back the monitor screen and fumbled into his pockets, “Well, that red creature in the picture is a female human. I recognized that hair style from this.”
The chief placed his data cylinder upon the screen and tiny lights flicked and flared upon the surface contact. The chief then swiped his fingers onto the files he wished to display. He bought up a picture of a small spaceship and a blurry image of it’s occupant. “See, on the top of it’s head, that same meatball design. This is a photo of the last ship seen exiting Nui Mauda at the point of detonation. I have a strong feeling that they are the same person.”
“That is a distinct possibility, judging from the General size and form. Except…”, said Maximus.
“Wait, why is that one covered in red paint, top to bottom?”, said a Star Senate member.
“It’s blood. Not paint.”, said Maximus.
“Her own? Was she injured?”, said the Senate member.
“No, it appears that according to records from a traumatized child, the red girl slew 3 indigenous Lynanti persons without direct provocation. Apparently, she butchered them so severely that no body parts were left within a 20 meter radius of the murder site. The red on her skin and hair was due to her, let’s say, enthusiastic dismemberment of the others.”, said Maximus.
“Triple homicide eh.”, said a member.
“Yes, but, there is one problem with the chief’s theory.”, said Maximus.
“What’s that?”, asked the chief.
“Your recorded time coincides very closely to the time the Mark 1 was on the planet of Lynanti. The distance it would need to go from Nui Mauda to Lynanti is measured in days with even the fastest cruisers. Unless the Mark 1 has another unknown ability, the Chief’s analysis has some serious deficiencies.”, said Maximus.
“Hmmm.”, said the chief returning to his chair. “Well, did you manage to get some DNA at all?”
“Funny you should mention that, we did. From a towel that was left on the scene, held by a Lynantian by the name of Barqudan. He and I quote, ‘thought the red alien chick was very, very sexy. And a real cool babe. And very friendly too. She was hot.’ Oddly the boy believed every word, he was not under any form of mind control or crystal implantation either.”, said Maximus, he then promptly pressed a file to bring up the strand of captured DNA.
The chief pressed another file and proceeded to open it. “This was the DNA sequence taken by the camera on the surface of Nui Mauda.” The strands of code opened beneath the previous one.
General Gordoba’s mouth dropped low and a hand slapped to cover it.
A cold shiver ran through the Chief’s spine as he saw the shocking truth.
“What?! What does this mean?”, said a member of the Senate.
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