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Chapter V: Friends in Dark Places
A/N some spelling and grammical errors my still be floating i willfix them over time..but wanted to get this chapter up.. thanks..
Heavenly Bodies: The Edge of Soul
Chapter IV: Friends in Dark Places
…wipe…slosh.….scrub...slosh….; hands move in circular motion, then quickly dunk a rag back into a bucket of warm water. “Clean that right way, or Damn-it all to Space!” a confident and assertive redhead thundered at a deck lieutenant. Her determination and tenacity to get the job done; shows in her fiery eyes.
It is all too much for her nerves; she never expected Nythia Silver would grace the ‘Roma’ again in such a short period of time; with none-the-less many royalties than she wished to entertain. However one of them is making her loose her patience “What I wouldn’t give, to have a nice long plasma-powered steamed bath. Yet again, another favor for the Eternals of Sacredness; picking up their lost companions on a rather bothersome planet. It rains constantly on planet Jellafe, and the thick jungles weren’t particularly wonderful for landing” she sighs within her self.
Anne carefully studies the lieutenant’s face wincing in disgust as he cleans the vomit. Anne swore-to Vurtha, Nythia was going to pay.
Anne Bonnie is one of the most notorious and successful pirates to ever roam the wild space of the Riffed Galaxy. She is Limira and has a head of blood-red long shimmering hair. Her beauty is renowned and the point of her blades feared. Her exploits spread like legend, with no one being truly sure of fact or fiction. Despite the many bounties on her head, she has evaded them all and laughs at the danger in true swashbuckling style.
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“Miss Resethia, it looks like your condition has not changed in the past few days, since your sister has given you that medication!” Anne says with little concern in her tone; watching Resethia lean against the inner pane of the viewing window, as she winces in agony, wrapping her arm around her stomach..
“uhhhh.. awaaaa…the last of the tour is …uhhhhh…It’s like an endless night, there is nothing out here! In space… awaaa.” she moans as she becomes more disorientated.
“Maybe you should go down to medical ward, and get some rest. I know space motion sickness is not something you have ever experienced before, and it might be wise for you to stay in bed for the remainder of the trip.
“I think I will….ugggh awaaa…ohh”; Resethia holds her mouth, as Anne eyes go wide, backs away getting ready, and the lieutenant takes cover.
“Please get this woman, off my deck now!” Anne screams at the top of her lungs; the medic-officers come rushing to drag Resethia off; as she releases vomit once more, splattering on the floor, making a trail to the medical ward.
The lieutenant and Anne groan in disgust, while others on the deck try to hold their lunch and continue to work at their stations. “By the guardian Vurtha, Nythia is going to pay for this!” A horrid effluvium of bile and fermented vomit fills the deck, as Anne storms off.
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“Yes she has been given the stuff a few days ago, she won’t pose a problem. The coordinates are; 2.5.6 8- 30-17 .. yes I repeat … 2..5..6….” Sava spins around as she hears loud foots steps approaching her direction in the corridor. She quickly closes her tech-compact and looks to see who it is.
‘Well well well, the rouge princess, the queen of all space pirates. Sava quickly adjusts her self in a sexy pose, pretending to find something in her pockets.
“Hello commander Bonnie, is everything okay” Sava says with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Not exactly, what was your name again”… Bonnie stops in front of her and looks at her acquisitively.
“Sava.., the name is Noblewoman Sava’…
“Oh yes that’s right, Sava, forgive me”, Anne comes closer to her enjoying the heat rising off Sava’s body. “I’m having a issues with, I think your sister, throwing up- a -storm on my lieutenants deck…and I am just inches away from doing something………
Sava comes up closer to her, barely touching Anne, invading her personal space; however Anne is enjoying it very much. “Oh!, you mean Nythia’s new lover? I shouldn’t be telling you this, but she isn’t really my sister by blood. She was just raised in the same royal house as I, but that’s something we do not speak about to others. I just have a really good feeling I can share it with you, and you will keep it to yourself. I know Nythia will deny her relationship with her and say something otherwise, so will my sister, in fact. After all, Nythia is a leader of a strange society, isn’t that why you two broke up in the first place? My sister seems dedicated to helping Nythia’s cause.” Sava looks at Anne with innocent eyes, and slowly kisses Anne’s glistening lower red lip for a slow minute. “Meet me later”; she whispers in Anne’s ear as Sava rushes off down the corridor.
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‘This doesn’t make any sense to me than it does to you Samson” Nythia says moving over to a space-window staring straight forward into the darkness in thought. Samson looks on, a bit worried paying close attention to Nythia’s body movements. “I guess this is better, that we show up to planet Jellafe on Anne’s spacecraft; less conspicuous for the Morgan Society”. Since the X-EoS Transporter couldn’t be sent out to Jellafe on scheduled time. I thought I had no other choice; thank Zia that Anne wasn’t out gracing the wilds.
“Why did you choose Anne, why not any of our other contacts?’ Samson says with concern in his tone, as he raises himself from sitting on the cushioned grey loveseat in her guest quarters.
“Samson, why do you object to Anne, I thought the perspicuous nature of the discussion we had prior, that she was warranted was settled days ago. Nythia continues to stare off into the black void of space face emotionless, very unlike her self. Samson takes notices and moves closer to her, resting his hand over her shoulder lovingly. “I trust your judgment Nythia, however you were known lovers not to long ago, and the wound is fresh; are you telling me that she no longer has feelings for you? Anne’s prolific carnal appetite is legendary, and as everyone mentions you……
Nythia spun around to meet Samson’s eyes; “If you are referring to Anne’s one true love; a young human maiden named Roma Duschev, tragically separated when Roma threw herself from a cliff, because of mistaken betrayal. And you think I was the woman Anne was falling for, your answer is No!” Nythia says with a stronger tone, as Samson watches her relive something deep within her eyes, she wasn’t telling, Nythia looks away.
“Samson, if you trust me and know me as your sister, then you know why I am here. Yes, I have been keeping my distance from her for the past few days; there is a reason. Yes I know, she is quite openly bisexual and often is portrayed as being sexually ambiguous, with her clothing and her mannerisms. And yes she has a bounty on her head and that can mean trouble for our mission. However Samson, Anne has a way of getting things done, and that’s what we need right now. I have a bad feeling our companions are in more trouble, than what they can handle. I am not asking you to like Anne, I am asking you to except our mission and the means of which we are doing so.
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Anne is in fumes, the coals of their relationship barely have cooled off and she was sleeping with another woman. “That bitch!” Anne enters the lounge area as she continues to storm towards Nythia’s guest quarters.
Kithius looks at the lounge space directory, an uneasy feeling creeping inside his chest. The past few days have been stressful, will they be able to find a cure for his father, if indeed this Morgan Society has anything to do with his fathers current condition. Leaving his cousin and Merriam at the compound wasn’t his first choice, but he knew Vordak would find out any and all information they could use. And as much as Kithius didn’t say it out loud, he was desperately In love with Nythia; their passionate, fun loving nights full of long close talks, laughs and love making made him feel invincible. Besides Vordak is with the woman he loves; and Kithius noticed hardly any protest from Sava, as well as little from Resethia about there whereabouts on cold lonely nights.
His thoughts seem to slip away as he notices a strikingly sexy woman with long, flaming red hair pass him by in a fuming fiery storm. Her long flowing red locks, dancing around her like a roaring fire. Her tight red leather pant, bustier and thigh high boots; shine off the recess spaceship lighting, making the appearance look slick and wet. Her temper looks more dangerous that her swashbuckling outfit. Kithius casually looks over to Thesa who stops reviewing the ships meal menu for the evening; to see why the commander-in-chief is running past them.
“Ms. Bonnie barely acknowledges our presence Thesa!” Kithius says with an annoyed, and somewhat displeased expression. Thesa looks at Kithius with worried eyes; “Something is going down, we better follower her!”
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Nythia and Samson continue to talk about the arrangements being made for their new division; ‘The Rescue Squad’, when all of sudden Nythia’s guest quarter room doors fly open in a loud burst.
“And what do we owe this pleasure?” Nythia says nonchalantly as Samson and her turn their attention to Anne.
“The pleasure, if I throw that miserable-little-vomit-bag, of yours off my ship into wild space!” I mean, really Nythia I didn’t know that you were into that sort of thing, preferring to travel with such weak females as lovers. Really it’s below you; Anne says, hands on each side digging into her hips, as fumes of heat rise off her body in waves.
Nythia did not have the time or the patience to deal with Anne bickering, jealously or rages. “This is the example of why I no longer slee….deal, with women anymore Samson” Nythia’s yellow aura starting to radiate as she moves to confront Anne face to face, however Samson steps in Nythia’s way, as Kithius and Thesa rush through the door.
“Let her go Samson, stop protecting her. This is why you have been keeping your distance. Well we never settled our problems; the ‘Roma’s’ arena is available Nythia!” Anne beckons Nythia into a fight, her heat aura distorting the images around her.
……………………………………………………
“Looks like we’ve made it in time!” Thesa proclaims as he walks towards the loveseat. Kithius stands off to the right to see what the nature of the argument is about.
“Oh Samson, maybe you might knock some sense into your leaders head, by telling her to throw her new lover off the ship; Anne barks in Samson’s direction, with fierce, piercing, red, sparkling eyes, that made him hesitate to respond.
Some what unpleased by the turn of events; “Excuse me, but if you had a problem with me, Ms. Bonnie, all you had to do was address me!” .Kithius says with a ominous smirk that looks devilish and annoyed, he wonders how people in such dignitary positions act like such children.
Anne’s eyes open wide, she did not know that Nythia had taken more than one new lover in such a short period of time; still pissy, looking defiant and angry. “I am talking about that Resethia, the one that can not seem to get a hold of her bodily functions.’
Both Kithius and Thesa look confused……”KABOMB!!!”
….Computer Broadcast….:
Please report to your battle stations!
Please report to your battle stations!
Deck 1.298z has been hit.
Oxygen level is at 89%
Pressure 98.9%
Decks 1.2 to 1.3 will be closed in ….2…...4…….6…...8…..10…..12….14....16....18....20
Task Complete
Decks have been sealed
Heavenly Bodies: The Edge of Soul
Chapter IV: Friends in Dark Places
…wipe…slosh.….scrub...slosh….; hands move in circular motion, then quickly dunk a rag back into a bucket of warm water. “Clean that right way, or Damn-it all to Space!” a confident and assertive redhead thundered at a deck lieutenant. Her determination and tenacity to get the job done; shows in her fiery eyes.
It is all too much for her nerves; she never expected Nythia Silver would grace the ‘Roma’ again in such a short period of time; with none-the-less many royalties than she wished to entertain. However one of them is making her loose her patience “What I wouldn’t give, to have a nice long plasma-powered steamed bath. Yet again, another favor for the Eternals of Sacredness; picking up their lost companions on a rather bothersome planet. It rains constantly on planet Jellafe, and the thick jungles weren’t particularly wonderful for landing” she sighs within her self.
Anne carefully studies the lieutenant’s face wincing in disgust as he cleans the vomit. Anne swore-to Vurtha, Nythia was going to pay.
Anne Bonnie is one of the most notorious and successful pirates to ever roam the wild space of the Riffed Galaxy. She is Limira and has a head of blood-red long shimmering hair. Her beauty is renowned and the point of her blades feared. Her exploits spread like legend, with no one being truly sure of fact or fiction. Despite the many bounties on her head, she has evaded them all and laughs at the danger in true swashbuckling style.
……………………………………………………
“Miss Resethia, it looks like your condition has not changed in the past few days, since your sister has given you that medication!” Anne says with little concern in her tone; watching Resethia lean against the inner pane of the viewing window, as she winces in agony, wrapping her arm around her stomach..
“uhhhh.. awaaaa…the last of the tour is …uhhhhh…It’s like an endless night, there is nothing out here! In space… awaaa.” she moans as she becomes more disorientated.
“Maybe you should go down to medical ward, and get some rest. I know space motion sickness is not something you have ever experienced before, and it might be wise for you to stay in bed for the remainder of the trip.
“I think I will….ugggh awaaa…ohh”; Resethia holds her mouth, as Anne eyes go wide, backs away getting ready, and the lieutenant takes cover.
“Please get this woman, off my deck now!” Anne screams at the top of her lungs; the medic-officers come rushing to drag Resethia off; as she releases vomit once more, splattering on the floor, making a trail to the medical ward.
The lieutenant and Anne groan in disgust, while others on the deck try to hold their lunch and continue to work at their stations. “By the guardian Vurtha, Nythia is going to pay for this!” A horrid effluvium of bile and fermented vomit fills the deck, as Anne storms off.
……………………………………………
“Yes she has been given the stuff a few days ago, she won’t pose a problem. The coordinates are; 2.5.6 8- 30-17 .. yes I repeat … 2..5..6….” Sava spins around as she hears loud foots steps approaching her direction in the corridor. She quickly closes her tech-compact and looks to see who it is.
‘Well well well, the rouge princess, the queen of all space pirates. Sava quickly adjusts her self in a sexy pose, pretending to find something in her pockets.
“Hello commander Bonnie, is everything okay” Sava says with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Not exactly, what was your name again”… Bonnie stops in front of her and looks at her acquisitively.
“Sava.., the name is Noblewoman Sava’…
“Oh yes that’s right, Sava, forgive me”, Anne comes closer to her enjoying the heat rising off Sava’s body. “I’m having a issues with, I think your sister, throwing up- a -storm on my lieutenants deck…and I am just inches away from doing something………
Sava comes up closer to her, barely touching Anne, invading her personal space; however Anne is enjoying it very much. “Oh!, you mean Nythia’s new lover? I shouldn’t be telling you this, but she isn’t really my sister by blood. She was just raised in the same royal house as I, but that’s something we do not speak about to others. I just have a really good feeling I can share it with you, and you will keep it to yourself. I know Nythia will deny her relationship with her and say something otherwise, so will my sister, in fact. After all, Nythia is a leader of a strange society, isn’t that why you two broke up in the first place? My sister seems dedicated to helping Nythia’s cause.” Sava looks at Anne with innocent eyes, and slowly kisses Anne’s glistening lower red lip for a slow minute. “Meet me later”; she whispers in Anne’s ear as Sava rushes off down the corridor.
………………………………………………………….
‘This doesn’t make any sense to me than it does to you Samson” Nythia says moving over to a space-window staring straight forward into the darkness in thought. Samson looks on, a bit worried paying close attention to Nythia’s body movements. “I guess this is better, that we show up to planet Jellafe on Anne’s spacecraft; less conspicuous for the Morgan Society”. Since the X-EoS Transporter couldn’t be sent out to Jellafe on scheduled time. I thought I had no other choice; thank Zia that Anne wasn’t out gracing the wilds.
“Why did you choose Anne, why not any of our other contacts?’ Samson says with concern in his tone, as he raises himself from sitting on the cushioned grey loveseat in her guest quarters.
“Samson, why do you object to Anne, I thought the perspicuous nature of the discussion we had prior, that she was warranted was settled days ago. Nythia continues to stare off into the black void of space face emotionless, very unlike her self. Samson takes notices and moves closer to her, resting his hand over her shoulder lovingly. “I trust your judgment Nythia, however you were known lovers not to long ago, and the wound is fresh; are you telling me that she no longer has feelings for you? Anne’s prolific carnal appetite is legendary, and as everyone mentions you……
Nythia spun around to meet Samson’s eyes; “If you are referring to Anne’s one true love; a young human maiden named Roma Duschev, tragically separated when Roma threw herself from a cliff, because of mistaken betrayal. And you think I was the woman Anne was falling for, your answer is No!” Nythia says with a stronger tone, as Samson watches her relive something deep within her eyes, she wasn’t telling, Nythia looks away.
“Samson, if you trust me and know me as your sister, then you know why I am here. Yes, I have been keeping my distance from her for the past few days; there is a reason. Yes I know, she is quite openly bisexual and often is portrayed as being sexually ambiguous, with her clothing and her mannerisms. And yes she has a bounty on her head and that can mean trouble for our mission. However Samson, Anne has a way of getting things done, and that’s what we need right now. I have a bad feeling our companions are in more trouble, than what they can handle. I am not asking you to like Anne, I am asking you to except our mission and the means of which we are doing so.
…………………………………….
Anne is in fumes, the coals of their relationship barely have cooled off and she was sleeping with another woman. “That bitch!” Anne enters the lounge area as she continues to storm towards Nythia’s guest quarters.
Kithius looks at the lounge space directory, an uneasy feeling creeping inside his chest. The past few days have been stressful, will they be able to find a cure for his father, if indeed this Morgan Society has anything to do with his fathers current condition. Leaving his cousin and Merriam at the compound wasn’t his first choice, but he knew Vordak would find out any and all information they could use. And as much as Kithius didn’t say it out loud, he was desperately In love with Nythia; their passionate, fun loving nights full of long close talks, laughs and love making made him feel invincible. Besides Vordak is with the woman he loves; and Kithius noticed hardly any protest from Sava, as well as little from Resethia about there whereabouts on cold lonely nights.
His thoughts seem to slip away as he notices a strikingly sexy woman with long, flaming red hair pass him by in a fuming fiery storm. Her long flowing red locks, dancing around her like a roaring fire. Her tight red leather pant, bustier and thigh high boots; shine off the recess spaceship lighting, making the appearance look slick and wet. Her temper looks more dangerous that her swashbuckling outfit. Kithius casually looks over to Thesa who stops reviewing the ships meal menu for the evening; to see why the commander-in-chief is running past them.
“Ms. Bonnie barely acknowledges our presence Thesa!” Kithius says with an annoyed, and somewhat displeased expression. Thesa looks at Kithius with worried eyes; “Something is going down, we better follower her!”
…………………………………………………..
Nythia and Samson continue to talk about the arrangements being made for their new division; ‘The Rescue Squad’, when all of sudden Nythia’s guest quarter room doors fly open in a loud burst.
“And what do we owe this pleasure?” Nythia says nonchalantly as Samson and her turn their attention to Anne.
“The pleasure, if I throw that miserable-little-vomit-bag, of yours off my ship into wild space!” I mean, really Nythia I didn’t know that you were into that sort of thing, preferring to travel with such weak females as lovers. Really it’s below you; Anne says, hands on each side digging into her hips, as fumes of heat rise off her body in waves.
Nythia did not have the time or the patience to deal with Anne bickering, jealously or rages. “This is the example of why I no longer slee….deal, with women anymore Samson” Nythia’s yellow aura starting to radiate as she moves to confront Anne face to face, however Samson steps in Nythia’s way, as Kithius and Thesa rush through the door.
“Let her go Samson, stop protecting her. This is why you have been keeping your distance. Well we never settled our problems; the ‘Roma’s’ arena is available Nythia!” Anne beckons Nythia into a fight, her heat aura distorting the images around her.
……………………………………………………
“Looks like we’ve made it in time!” Thesa proclaims as he walks towards the loveseat. Kithius stands off to the right to see what the nature of the argument is about.
“Oh Samson, maybe you might knock some sense into your leaders head, by telling her to throw her new lover off the ship; Anne barks in Samson’s direction, with fierce, piercing, red, sparkling eyes, that made him hesitate to respond.
Some what unpleased by the turn of events; “Excuse me, but if you had a problem with me, Ms. Bonnie, all you had to do was address me!” .Kithius says with a ominous smirk that looks devilish and annoyed, he wonders how people in such dignitary positions act like such children.
Anne’s eyes open wide, she did not know that Nythia had taken more than one new lover in such a short period of time; still pissy, looking defiant and angry. “I am talking about that Resethia, the one that can not seem to get a hold of her bodily functions.’
Both Kithius and Thesa look confused……”KABOMB!!!”
….Computer Broadcast….:
Please report to your battle stations!
Please report to your battle stations!
Deck 1.298z has been hit.
Oxygen level is at 89%
Pressure 98.9%
Decks 1.2 to 1.3 will be closed in ….2…...4…….6…...8…..10…..12….14....16....18....20
Task Complete
Decks have been sealed