Heavenly Bodies

Heavenly Bodies: The Edge of Soul
Chapter VI: Heavy Tide


Ink surface stirs, as a worn wooden writing desk shakes; finger vibrations rattle the desk, in a manner disturbing not only to the ink, but the rooms resolve. Eerie dark shades, dance against the walls in the flicker of overly used candle stands; as smoky fumes float and swirl in ghostly silhouettes, adding to the rooms dark and elegant ominous atmosphere.

In the shadows, a beautiful woman’s presence radiates in the rooms obscurity; she sits on a black lounge chair, with an inquisitive black owl on her right arm. Pale complexion contrasts against her gothic priestess garments; black lace collar wraps tightly around her long delicate neck. Sparkling black jewels watch attentively; while small glistening, ruby lips curl in a grin of amusement. Cascading midnight tresses pass over pale ample exposed bosoms; delicately blending with a crashed-velvet short dress and long hooded cloak. Gracing lovingly over, long, tight, strapped, black leather thigh highs, showing the shapely contours of sexy legs.

Tapping fingers against the writing desk, Lord Talon’s mood is not as it was the days prior; confidence seeps out in slow waves, spreading around the room in its horrid essence. Leaning back in the chair, he contemplates; “Casualties, yes not to be unexpected; the time however is severely premature!” Disgusted with his thoughts he begins to write on parchment, this seems to glow a pale green.


.. Do everything in your power; however do not compromise the assignment!
.. I will send word of your new contact shortly


Lord Talon lowers his quill on to the table gently, as he watches the magical inked letter fold up an disappear into thin air; only the faintest of pale green magical essence is left like residue, where it once lay.
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“ALL HANDS, BATTLE STATIONS……… MOVE IT!” Anne shouts as the ship shakes from the onslaught of compound attacks. Rushing down the long corridor to the main battle station, she is accompanied by Nythia, Kithius, Samson and Thesa who are just as eager to get into some of the action.

The crew is ‘organize chaos’ in the midst of battle; hands moving over technical command stations, lieutenants returning rapid fire, battle units getting prepared near the space dock ports for any forced boarding, as others helped with counter tactics. Anne and her companions, quickly make haste to the battle station, upon arrival the large tactical monitor displays the situation. Anne’s space combat prowess flows off in red tidal waves; smirking an evil grin, while instructing the crew with due diligence.

“Rise ‘aura defends’ to 57.789%. I want a full status report, I want to know who is attacking my ship, I want unit floors 1.2-1.3 unsealed!” Anne calmly commands, gripping the swashbuckler fire-sword on her left side, tensing with every hit.

…...“BANAKRAAK BOOM!”…… The ship rattles violently, many crew members have fallen or lost their footing, some have been hurt, while others manage to recover and taken in reports.

Computer:…………
Warning!!
Units 1-2 compromised…..

“Commander, we are being attacked by command crew, ‘DAsso’.” They have taken out the main unit floors; damage is 86.098%; however pressure has been stabilized, the unit floor 1.2.567 has been boarded.”

……“CLATTAA RAMM….CRALAKBOOM!”..….. The battle station shakes viciously; the crew, Anne and her companions hold on and steady themselves, as more white blinding flashes of attacks continue.

Computer:…………
Caution!!
Damage 20% to the ‘Eternal Plasma/Mata Gas Chambers’
Rerouting Energy Sequence……


“OPEN FIRE!”
“Direct TR-W12 laser attacks, rip main access to compromised areas of unit floors 1.2 – 1.3.
“Aura Defends 100%!”
“Spread ‘BAZAR CANNON NET’; circumference our fighting zone, so no smaller ships and maneuver in!”
“Battle stations, “TATCIAL MANUVERING!”
“Take down these …..‘DAssholes’…. and anything they throw at us!”

“Battle for the ROMA, as there will be plenty of booty when we crush them!” The crew shouts in victorious cheers as Anne turns to speak to her companions. “Nythia and guests follow me because we are going to kick some, MILITARY BOUNTY HUNTER ASS!” Her fiery wild eyes, untamed red mane, dance and dazzle with their own mysterious aura, as she holds her swashbuckling sword in front of her. Body tense and ready, she moves swiftly in her battling stance, with a wide mischievous grin on her face.
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“Jade, I am not sure how to thank you for resurrecting that bastards ‘Drake’s’ head, and sending it to Lord Rulof. I didn’t know you two had any kind of relation”; Jennai spoke softly as she sat next to Jade in the space cruiser hoping he would see the gratitude in her expression. It had been a few days and they had finally got off the planet ‘Jellafe’. Atmospherically the mood is somber, as everyone keeps their distance; on edge, preferring large gaps of silence, and space. Talking only when the silence is, too loud to bear.

Jack and Exile retreated quickly to the rear of the cruiser; keeping their hands, and minds active at that battle com-stations. Occasionally they spoke to each other, while scanning the surrounding area for other crafts. Anoka on the other hand, kept her distance, silently working at the communications center of the small craft

“Yes he and my father are great friends. Lord Rulof is my Urrhee; what your human companions call a relative, something like uncle!” Jades face is contemplative as he speaks to Jennai. While they continue their conversation; Anoka stares out into space from her communications center, concerns about her bodily condition arise in her mind. There was no time to think about the vicious rape that was placed upon her, and she couldn’t bring herself to hate Jade. He had done nothing wrong; and she genuinely new that she and the baby are at risk of being part of sadistic preparation.

Anoka’s long straight multicolor hair settles upon her face, playing gently over her wrist, as the palm of her hand rests against her forehead. She is lost in thought; utterly frozen in her own time, when she happens to notice a signal on the screen.


“Hey Jade looks like I have picked up a signal, seems to be a captured message, let me reset the frequency. Anoka, types a few lines of code into the terminal; a static message can be heard. ”..coordinates….2.5.6 8- 30-17……I repeat … 2.5.6…” Jade, you might want to take a look at this”, Anoka turns her head in Jade’s direction, showing concern.

“Patch it in to my station, and I’ll take a look at it” Jade spun to his terminal to review the message, after quickly reviewing, he looks toward Exile and Jack. His face is grim, as he begins to speak; “Men I believe this message has been intercepted, it was distorted to be unscrambled. We picked up the unscrambled waves of its code. The coordinates are not far from our current location…however...”

Jade quickly glances over to Jennai and Anoka with weary eyes, as he remains concerned for their welfare, as they were both with child. He then looks back to Jack and Exile continuing to speak; “However I am hesitant, as the message was intercepted, and we do not know what that may entail if we go to search!”

Jack leans back in his chair, arms fold back against his head, as he contemplates the issue. Exile hand is cupped against his chin; he gently brushes grey strains of hair out of his eyes and begins to speak. The small crew noticing, as it seems to be the first time he has addressed them all, since the temple.

“We have to take the risk, nothing is more important than Jennai and Anoka seeking medical attention …..for their …. their….current condition. Exile trails off as he thinks and then picks up his voice again; “Plus if we could make contact with another ship, I might be able to get our employers communicator to work.”

“Sounds like a valid point and a good step in the right direction, we should leave as soon as possible.” Jack says as he leans further back with his eyes closed.

“I will agree to this, if…it is okay with you both Jennai and Anoka?” Jade says as he looks at Anoka for some sign of approval. Anoka response in-kind; “It is okay, I agree, besides I really am hungry and this ships food supply just will not do for me ..and..”; she says with a sheepish grin looking down, as her hands gently touch her stomach.

Jennai remains silent facing her terminal; afraid to show any emotion in her voice or face. “I will patch in the coordinates”; she says in a light voice. Her face slightly hangs, eyes wandering over her terminal, mind deep in thought, “So this is what it is to you Exile, a condition.”
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Vordak leans against an old oak tree; large leafs shading him, as the early morning sunlight creeps through in tiny ripples upon his clothing. Readjusting Yiyto, he lazily watches the EoS guards practice their daily fighting routine. He did not envy Kithius in the slightest; intergalactic space travel is not high on his list. Study rooms, large libraries, catacombs, and tomes the size of a writing desk, were his last options to help find a cure for his Uncle, he did not mind the hours of research it required. His study partner made it all worth staying behind; the nights and days he spent with Merriam, seem so long and ever-so-engaging, they compliment each other in every way.

“Vordak, there you are, enjoying the early morning shade, are we?” Merriam graciously struts up to Vordak, her essence exuding mystery and sexual prowess. Eyes sparkling mischievousness, she grins at him amused.

“Oh! Merriam, how did you sleep, well I hope?” Vordak grins watching her blush; she shifts her weight and leans against the oak with him. Her beautiful mauve-pink hair falls over towards his shoulder as she inches ever close to him. Her scent intoxicating; Vordak breathes her essence, as a faint aroma of lilacs fills his nostrils. Vordak gently grabs her hand, slowly bringing it up to his lips, laying a tender kiss upon the back; and then continues to hold her hand near his side.

“We have to attended the ‘Lord Council’ midmorning, Lord Sage has instructed us to accompany him; I don’t really feel up to it, but anything to help your Uncle, I know how important he is to you.” Caught by the sincerity of her works, Vordak gentle looks into her eyes, loving warmth spreads between them; suddenly he pulls her hand laughing, smiling, in a running pace towards the castles grounds.

Finally making it to his room, Vordak gently leads Merriam to his bed, kissing so passionate, feverish, and wet, as they gasp for air. His hands quickly remove the wraps of her formal wear, revealing her soft womanly body beneath. His intense stare melts into Merriam’s soul, knowing that showing his true affection is more than verbal; what he is doing to her physically could not be explained in words.

Vordak gently massages the erect nipples of her round bosoms, gently with his fingers and causally with his tongue. Merriam moans softly, as the pleasure sprinkles to every inch of her body, opening a flood of want, thighs shaking with anticipation; becoming wet as he trails his tongue up her long delicate neck, nibbling her ear. Merriam helps remove Vordak’s clothing, kissing him back as she leans into him, eyes closed in passion. The sound of their breathing, musical melodies to their ears; he presses his firm exposed lean muscular body presses against Merriam’s soft flesh. He lies her back down tenderly, kissing the hollow between her breasts; her hands gradually kneading his back muscles, as they flex in movement.

Their love making in the past few days was more playful; getting lost in ecstasy, sweet musky spice of pheromone arousal and slippery slopes of pleasure, they happily, laughed and giggled in discovery. Vordak’s thoughts drift away from playing to irresistible consuming, as passionate heat fills his body. He forces himself to hold back his building climax, so that he may satiate her desires.

Eyes becoming glossy with need, Merriam begs Vordak to enter into her. He doesn’t give in to her immediate desire, as his fingers trail down her body, gently cupping her abdomen, then tickling, twirling her pubic hair as his finger dance in the tame bush. Caressingly his fingers slip into the folds of her vulva, feeling her wetness, smoothing the juices over her stimulate clitoris. She gasps, as hot steam escapes her mouth; salty-sweet sweat mixes with his tongue juice trail up her neck, as he licks and nibbles. He nips, upon her bottom lip, and then kisses her deeply, he continues his fingered assault upon her labia and throbbing clitoris, moving her juices around in a circle of passion.

Merriam softly captures his erect penis, fondling him firmly, she feels the slipperiness of his pre-cum dance upon her fingers; ecstasy rushes her mind as she wills him to rub it up against her soaking wet vagina; he pulls away from her quickly. Teasing her body with his hard shaft, he leisurely rubs himself up against her belly, pelvis area brushing her pubic hair, slipping himself into the folds of her vulva rubbing her opening, teasing as he slightly pushes the head of his penis into her.

Quickly he brings his penis, dripping wet with her juices to her lips. Merriam hungrily latches on, sucking feverishly upon his painfully stiff cock; pressure of her mouth circumferensing his large swollen shaft, brings a loud heaving moan, crawling over his glistening lips. Knowing he wouldn’t last, he gently releases himself from her grasp. “No, not yet my love” he pants, in a small harsh whisper.

Moving himself over her, his tongue deliberately licks down the length of her body, tasting sweet flesh; the small trail of hot wetness sparkles over her skin. Kisses, nibbling, licking and sucking, seem to play over her body for an eon, sensations drowning her repeatedly, as she struggles to come up for air. Suddenly his mouth rests upon her vulva exploring the folds of labia, licking, sucking, swirling his tongue in enchanted rhythms; one...two...three…four…five…six, intentionally unhurried circles, stroke around the swollen bulb clitoris. Merriam howls in erotic awakening as she grabs bundles of Vordak’s hair, both hands pressing him firm against her. Delicately Vordak spreads the opening of her minor labia, licking the wetness from her opening.

The taste is mildly sweet, as he spreads further to allow access to his fingers; he slowly enters her and continues to lick her clit as she violently shakes, screaming his name. Vordak looks up to see the passionate faces Merriam is making; “Gorgeous, how much do you need me?” he says as he thrust his fingers deep within her. Merriam bucks against the intense feeling upon her erogenous spot and cries out in passion; “I need you now Vordak!”

Vordak removes his fingers and crawls up her body, kissing her along the way, eyes remaining closed to the outside world, he reaches her mouth and kisses he, as he slow enters her. Wails of passion push against his lips, as the pressure spreads deep inside her. Vordak pushes up from her, rhythm picking up as he straddles her legs around his backside, pulling her waist into him.

His manhood sinuously moves; deep, long, wet twisting strides. The suction sounds of the concoction of their juices fills the air; he roughly places his thumb upon her clitoris as he thrusts deep into her. Merriam moans wild words of love; as their bodies finally perspire, the intensity of their climax draws near. Vordak adjusts Merriam’s right leg over his shoulder for deep penatration, the move awakening more pleasure with in them; as they plunge into the depth of their souls, cries of passion release from their mouths in unison, his ejaculation deep within her; her body violently shakes in convulsions, intense orgasm, gripping tightly on to his manhood.

Utterly exhausted, Vordak carefully moves off Merriam; lying softly on his side next to her, staring deep into her eyes. Delicately his cups his hands upon her face and kisses her; tongues sweetly tasting each other. They pull apart slightly still holding on to each other. Vordak’s places Merriam’s hand upon his chest, over his heart and begins to speak in a low whisper;

“The fortress around my heart, and my soul, can only be guarded or defeated by you!”
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Sirens, debris, gapping holes in walls, malfunctioning door ways, lights, smoke and gaseous fumes fill the long corridor; gas masks on their faces, standing a few feet away, before a forked passage, Sava carries the weight of Resethia’s leaning body, as they tried to figure out away to escape the floor units. “Damn, Ri-Ri you have to be sick at a time like this; got to find away to the upper units.” Unexpectedly many shadow figures and strange neon blue lights emerge in front of the passage; smoke concealing their vestige, as they slowly stalk through the fumes.

‘WHOES THERE?” she demands as she quickly shoves Resethia to the left corridor wall; taken up a fighting stance, she quickly grips ‘Riza’, as it glows brightly in her hands.

“There is another live one up ahead of us sir, we will grab her quickly and take her prisoner. UNITS 3.27 FOLLOW ME!”; a male voice commands, silhouettes of laser gun heads guns appear, their blue-neon beams of light penetrating the smoke, as the rhythm of heavy boots advance upon Sava position. Quickly Sava lashes out ‘Riza’; purple swirls illuminate the smoke, as the whips snap the laser guns out of the hands of opposing forces. “RI-RI TAKE COVER, I WILL HANDLE THIS!” Sava demands as Resethia quickly crawls away, holding her stomach and Hino tightly, stumbling into a large duct-shaft; leading further up along side the corridor.

Rapid green laser blasts flash past Sava’s head, advancing down the corridor with blinding speed. Sava swiftly evades the on coming rapidity and debris; as energy blasts destroy the inner architecture of the corridor. Knowing exactly her position, Sava takes advantage of the opportunity and surroundings; she quietly powers Riza down and crawls up the right corridor wall, adjusting herself right over the path.

She hears the rush of feet hitting the ground in militant fashion; “Commandos?” she thinks to herself. “FORCE 2.37, CLEAR BOOST!” a female commands; as a snapping noise is heard. A gust of air is released, swirling the smoke away, as a low wind-field is produced making a small clearing, around five military bounty hunters opens. Sava eyes widen as she notices, what seems to be medium L shaped metal rods, lying near their feet.

Swiftly Sava lashes out Riza, in a lasso, over the head of a male officer; He drops his weapon holding his neck as it tightens. His fellow companions notice, managing to figure out the direction of the mysterious weapon. The officers begin to fire towards the ceiling, however to late as, Sava uses the momentum of her assault and flips her body in full motion in the air, landing to the far-side of the party. The male officer’s eyes widen in shock and bulge in fear; choking he holds his hands against his neck as the purple line burns his fingers to the bone. Blood curdles out of spit line his lips as he, reaches to his companions for help. They look on skeptical that they are out of danger, when his body suddenly is dragged in the whips direction, pulling him into the smoky fumes.

Riza slices through; his head making a clear break from his neck, blood begins to pour out in pools as the limps of his black leather, neon blue space-militia suit, stop moving. Sava quickly turns and runs down the corridor as the party advances on her. “I might as well lead them away from Resethia, one down, and four to go!” Sava thought to herself; however she is immobilized upon reaching a large lounge area, which is surprisingly clearer than the corridor. Its appearance ten times worse than the corridors, as large beams toppled over, siren and flashing lights flashed and sounded, exposed electrical wiring, unstable lighting switched off and on, busted computer terminals sparked, and mangled furnishings scattered across the room, this did not look good for her.

Not to mention the room is littered with ROMA crew and Military Bounty Hunter bodies; however there are a number continuing to fight. Just as she thinks there is no other way through, a males voice shouts in her direction. “SAVA, TAKE COVER NOW!” Immediately a large crimson tide, blasts pass her, striking the following commandos, obliterating their bodies; as Sava rolls over some fallen bodies, and jumps over a beam, takes shelter behind it, moving out of the path of destruction. Blood smearing all over her body from the flesh like debris, she can clearly see Biyto pulsing power, as Kithius strong, graceful, fighting-stances beauty, amazes her; she watches him in slow motion, as he comes to assure her safety.

Kithius jumps over the beam and crouches down to her, steadily holding Sava as he looks over her, as well as covering her body to protect her from any flying debris, as much as possible in the midst of chaos. He glances back watching his other comrades fight; energy weapons clashing with those of commando guns, and power steel. Noticing that she is alone, his face grimaces viciously ;“WHERE IS NOBLEWOMAN RESTHIA?” he demands, shaking her slightly as if to address the seriousness of her absence. Pulling her self away from his grip harshly, Sava smugly looks at Kithius cold expression. “SINCE WHEN DID YOU START CARING ABOUT THE SAFTELY OF MY SISTER?”

Abruptly the conversation was put on hold as dark figures strode out of the smoky corridor, Thesa’s strong arms, caring a very sick, but capable Resethia; Hino and Hina glowing brilliant green light, tips covered in blood from battle. Kithius immediately Jumps over the beam, shooting pluses of energy at commandos as he goes over to help Thesa find cover for Resethia; “PROVIDE US COVER!” Kithius yells to his comrades. Kithius and Thesa block as many attacks as they could, bringing Resethia to safety behind a tall beam. The brunt force of the various attacks from commandos are void from Thesa, Kithius and Resethia, as Nythia leaps and jumps in a yellow aura-field, flailing her wisps of light, rendering attacks cold in their tracks. However she seems to be wounded and keeps tactical distance, not heavily engaging in melee combat.

“YOU’RE COVERED, MOVE IT OR LOSE IT SWEETCAKES, I HAVE SOME ASS KICKING TO DO!” screams Anne, as she fences with uncanny agility; ducking, laughing, cursing and flipping in the air, her body bruised and battered. Ducking from laser fire, she spins in a low circle, cutting off the legs of those in her path. Flaming pieces of body and weapon debris, liter the floor around her, as every swoosh of her fire-word in circles her with cutting flames. Samson’s spots Sava, and quickly battles with commandos in melee martial art combat; sending countless commandos in every direction, one lands on the beam, hanging over it, knocked out, Sava, quickly stabs her with a knife and pushes her body over to the other side of the beam. Sava peers over the beam watching Samson’s muscular body come towards her; he quickly jumps over the beam and crouches down next to her; “Sorry about that Sava, we need to get you out of here,” he says, as he clutches a severely open wound.

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