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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Jul 8, 2017 9:58:37 GMT
"Hat would be nice," stated Count Giacomo Casannuendo from his high seat. "I am used to wear high coiffures, you know. But ever since my path crossed with yours, Protectors, I couldn't help but notice how my maneframes were destroyed one by one. So it's either a hat or some time and materials in young master Robet's workshop, so I could create new set of battle maneframes which tend to last more pressure and thus they last longer."
Meanwhile Wolfram von Eschen looked carefully at Volodja (whom he met wandering around) and asked: "Why so sour looking, mein junge Freund?"
Volodja explained reasons of his mood being lower than prices of ice cream during a snow storm, making the old man wrinkle his eyebrows and grab for a schnapps bottle (because the boner brandy was already a memory and no new bottle wasn't seen in even a distant horizon, so Wolfram returned to roots and took his home-made liquor to use a a fuel for his engine). After a long gulp, Wolfram nudged Volodja's shoulder with his fist in most freindly manne and told him on his crackling cranky voice:
"Let me remind you that you managed to help prevent at least two crises escalating into a full length wars already. You can't succeed every time at once. Especially when the opposite side is so damn sure about their doings so they refuse to see the light and back off. Have a sip and get a grip!"
Volodja took quite a long sip without even feeling the taste but since Lady's signs of support and Wolfram's words prevented him drowning completely into gloominess, he gave the bottle back and said out loud that Wolfram had surpassed himself this time and this brewage of his is going to cause a revolution in rat poison or rust removal industry whoever reaches to Wolfram first and offers most. At least temporarily he felt a bit better about himself and was willing to help others.
Marcel Lestrange looked at Lena and sighed mentally. He was not sure how to explain to his more-than-one-way-partner that she was not a servant and whoever made her a class conscious Castithan is going to pay for that dearly. Marcel was not against having at least some hierarchy in the world but in his eyes higher places did not automatically belonged to members of nobility because he did not saw a reason to bow in front of some blue blooded baboon who just inherited his title despite of being dumb as a fuck, for example. Marcel believed that higher places belonged to people who achieved something by themselves. Just like Lena and Marcel himself. They were the true upper class. And now Lena believed to be a lower class again! Merde! That is why Marcel decided to do something about that to put an end to this game of masters and servants and begin that something with paying a visit to an aristocrat or two. And take Lena along with him, after he prepared the soil. Until that he should politely ask Lena to remain in the room with Synth sisters...
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Post by Lena Marr on Jul 8, 2017 19:39:19 GMT
Meanwhile in the Synth Sisters' quarter, Lena Marr woke up as well but finding herself in bed with her head in Marcel Lestranges's lap she quickly jumped up with her sky blue eyes downcast and a look of consternation of her pretty chalk white face as she stood exclaiming, "I am sooooo sorry Master. I must have fallen asleep while doing my maid duties. Please - all of you - forgive me, even though I am only a lowly Castithan working girl not worthy to serve you. I will take any punishment you wish to give me without complaining, only asking that if you beat me, please spare my face!" Brooke the feline Synth Sister hissed backpedaling into the shadows of a corner of the Synth Sisters quarters in Fortress Kshaa and virtually disappearing as Yvette shook her blonde head saying with obvious disquit in her purple eyes, "I need a drink. I'm sure there's got to be a bar somewhere near..." Lena smiled glad to be of use saying, "I could fetch that for you Miss!" "Nooooo... I'd rather get out and find some fresh air too," Answered Yvette with wide eyes before leaving the Synth Sisters'quarters adding as she put her hand on the doorknob, "You stay here with your man and sort things out!" As the door shut closed behind Yvette, the pretty white haired Synth Sister Whitney showed her usual aplomb and merely leaned against a wall with arms folded looking impassive but the same could not be said for the childlike Synth envoy Ruby who was obviously upset. Her mouth agape she stared at Lena in horror, her hands raking backwards through her raven hair as she paced back and forth finally stopping turning her intense silvery blue eyes on Marcel. "This is wrong! I'm so sorry... " Exclaimed Ruby in dismay then explaining, "The reeducation program for those criminals with EGOs is supposed to rehabilitate them not make them totally different people. Their individuality should remain intact - just not have the criminal inclinations anymore. Yeah, she tried to kill me but... this isn't right!" "You think not? Why?" Asked Whitney in a man's voice, her thin arms hanging loosely at her side and her icy blue eyes suddenly glazed like twin frozen lakes as she was again possessed by the Big Boss. "People should remain who they are," Blurted Ruby, "Not become someone else just because a society's authority wants them to be! Sure, they should be made to follow society's rules but not at the cost of their personality! Rehabilitation means teaching the criminal right from wrong so that can operate lawfully in a community not making them an automaton!" "Are they discussing me?" Lena frowned wondering to herself why anyone would be discussing a mere serving girl. "Guess they have noting better to do," Thought her EGO psyche Hope then adding, "Although I hope they quit doing it soon. It makes me feel awkward being spoken about this way." "But don't the law abiding people of a community deserve protection from the deviant few?," Asked the Big Boss from inside Whitney's body. "Yes, of course. Just not like this..." Answered Ruby, clearly from the expression on her cherubic face not reassured by her Father's answers - or rather questions! Meanwhile in the hallway outside the Synth Sisters' quarters, Yvette had been stopped by two security guards and was presently arguing with them to let her pass when she spotted Atilla and Atika go by in a crossing hallway nearby on their way to the Vigilant so Yvette waved and yelled to get their attention jumping up and down like a blonde Pogo stick, "Hey guys! Little help here! I just want a drink and these two soon-to-be-unconscious goons won't let me!"  |
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Post by Atika Constantine on Jul 9, 2017 13:06:02 GMT
Meanwhile in the hallway outside the Synth Sisters' quarters, Yvette had been stopped by two security guards and was presently arguing with them to let her pass when she spotted Atilla and Atika go by in a crossing hallway nearby on their way to the Vigilant so Yvette waved and yelled to get their attention jumping up and down like a blonde Pogo stick, "Hey guys! Little help here! I just want a drink and these two soon-to-be-unconscious goons won't let me!"
Hearing and then seeing a very BOUNCY Yvette, Atika smiled, as she stopped her brother. Then the two walked over to Yvette as Atika said happily to her, "Of course we can help Yvette. Besides unconscious guards is not a good thing, even if these ones are of the stiff soldier variety!"
Meanwhile Attila said to the guards, "Aren't you supposed to just be guarding them and escorting them as they want, to any common and unsecure area, NOT keeping them confined to quarters?"
One of the guards responded with, "Yes but General Jameson said...."
Atika interrupted With, "But nothing! If she wants a drink, she is allowed one! If you do your job as her escort, then what's the harm in her going for a drink?!""
Just then they heard a very Cajun voice saying, "Good ding I decided to come see 'ow our guests be doin, and 'ow my men be treatin dem! Anyway Mon Cheri Atika, dere be no 'arm in 'er gettin a drink. Dey be allowed de same privileges as all our guests only wit an armed escort like all our oter HONORED guests be gettin. Dey are 'ere as foreign ambassadeurs af'tr all. Jus' give me one secon to talk to my men before any of you go, Mon Cheris."
When Atika nodded her understanding, Chief of Security, Remy Lebeau, turned to the two security Officers at the door and said to them, "General Jameson may 'ave been de superior when you were a soldier-boy. 'Owever 'ere Commandant Batman be in charge and I be the Security Chief. General Jameson jus' be in charge of de occasional auxiliary security detail. So I be HIS boss. NOT de oter way 'round! Commandant Batman said de girls be allowed to visit all common areas wit an escort as dey be our honored guests. So dat is what you are suppose do be doin. Guardin deir quarters from snoops and gettin dem an escort as needed."
When Remy turned back to the Constantines and Yvette, Atika smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Lebeau. I was supposed to give the girls a tour anyway, so how about my brother and I show Yvette to the Mess?"
Lebeau responded with, "Aye dat seems reasonable. However aren't you late for a meeting or someding?"
Atika nodded and then said, "Oh let me contact Commander Batman! Perhaps....perhaps he will understand as he is the one who ordered me to be their attaché while they are here after all."
Lebeau responded with, "Aye, dat sound like a good idea."
Then Lebeau turned to Yvette and said with his usual Cajun charm, "Sorry 'bout dat, Mon Cheri. Wit so much goin on, dings sometimes get skewed but all should be good now. Jus let me know if you do 'ave anoter security concern dat I can be 'elpin wit."
As Lebeau was talking with Yvette, Atika contacted Atticus via a private EGO channel saying, "Commander I know you just called a meeting, so my brother and I will attend if you need us to. However you did make me the Attaché of our Synth Ambassadors while they are visiting. So shouldn't that be my current priority?"
Hearing Atika's message, Atticus Batman responded to her with, "Yes Atika. You and your brother are their escorts... or I suppose you can call yourselves their attachés, if you prefer. So go ahead and attend to their needs. I will contact you if we need to see you, your brother, or the Synth sisters. Just make sure you keep me up-to-date on them."
Atika said to him, "Thank you sir. You can count on us."
After the EGO conversation was over, Atika said cheerfully to Yvette, "Alright it's settled! Attila and I are officially your attachés while you and your sisters are visiting our home. So we will accompany you to the Mess Hall, and just so you know, our room is the first one on the right just around that corner from yours. I did that so we are nearby if you need anything... besides the company of your room's sentries that is. So let's go get you that drink. Are any of your sisters going to accompany us or will we just be keeping you company for the time being? In which case we can give them the tour later, when they want it!"
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jul 10, 2017 1:23:27 GMT
Lady Christianna walked in with Erika Widowmaker for the meeting aboard the strato-carrier Vigilant just in time to hear Sandy Bell ask Atticus Batman, "So, what's the plan fearless leader - or are you still going to execute a one-man assault on Synth City?" Lady sat down next to her husband grabbing his large hand in her small one saying with an enigmatic smile on her pretty chalk white face, "Plan as always. Find the bad guy. Save the world." Sandy Bell lifted a blonde eyebrow over her questioning blue eyes as she commented, "I'd really like a bit more of detail as to the plan please." Seven foot tall Erika Widowmaker towered over Sandy although Sandy was tall for a human woman but the Irathiant cut an imposing figure anyway with her muscular frame, intense jade eyes, and ragged scar that ran from her angular cheek down to her square jaw so Sandy unconsciously took a step back when Erika said calmly, "My brother will tell his plan on a need to know basis as you well know. Don't forget that we have no idea how extensive the Synth Emperor surveillance through our EGOs is. Our EGO devices' could inadvertently be sending our every word we are saying this moment to the Synth's Big Boss." Lady shrugged her thin Castithan shoulders as her pink eyes went wide remarking, "Maybe... don't think so." A frown crossed Sandy's tan face before she asked, "So is diplomacy out of the question or are the Protectors going to wage war against a multi-territorial Empire that only wants worldwide peace, law and order? - Which by the way, sounds pretty good to me." Lady sat back with her skinny arms folded behind her white tousled head as the teenager's smile grew even more enigmatic as she asserted, "If that is what Atticus wants - he's the Protectors' big boss." Atticus was suddenly interrupted by Atika Constantine's communication about the Synth Sister Yvette and answered her before turning to the gathered Protectors and contemplating what he was going to say to them. Since it was now obvious that the Constantine twins would miss the meeting, he wondered if anyone else would be coming. To kill time, he inquired as to his sister's condition, but she merely said, "Okay I guess Dear Brother," but the look in her green eyes was anything but reassuring. Meanwhile Yvette, the Constantine twins, Chief LeBeau and the two security guards were deep in discussion in the hallway outside the Synth Sisters' assigned quarters when the feline Synth Sister Brooke slipped out of their quarters clinging to the shadows that made her almost invisible. She didn't know where she was going, only that it was "away" and that was enough for the moment. Something bothered her about this whole situation and she wondered if her sisters' diplomatic mission was a ruse for something else or if the Protectors were more sinister than they appeared however she also knew if she told her sisters her concerns they would laugh and call her paranoid - as usual! Brooke smiled showing her sharp feline teeth and flexed her claws as she thought of the old human proverb, "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they are not out to get you." Going in the opposite direction towards the Fortress Kshaa's mess hall, Yvette took a firm grip on one of each of the Constantine Twin's arms as they walked and chatted pleasantly not caring who followed them or not. Once there, she ordered two bottles of Kentucky Bourbon draining one quickly and then taking measured swigs from the other as she and the Constantines conversed. Yvette remarked with only a slight slur, "Things aren't right here - not with you two, you two are gorgeous, but this whole situation is fishy. Ruby is in charge, being the Synth Envoy, but she is so damned trusting. Whitney is our smart one, but... she tends to follow the company line as long as it doesn't inconvenience her. Brooke and I are close buds and is crafty as a cat, but lets her emotions get the best of her. Me, I'm mostly muscle... still... my instincts have never been wrong and those instincts are screaming at me that something is very wrong here!"  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 10, 2017 12:49:17 GMT
A frown crossed Sandy's tan face before she asked, "So is diplomacy out of the question or are the Protectors going to wage war against a multi-territorial Empire that only wants worldwide peace, law and order? - Which by the way, sounds pretty good to me."
Lady sat back with her skinny arms folded behind her white tousled head as the teenager's smile grew even more enigmatic as she asserted, "If that is what Atticus wants - he's the Protectors' big boss."
I was suddenly interrupted by Atika Constantine's communication about the Synth Sister Yvette and answered her before turning to the gathered Protectors and contemplating what I was going to say to them. Since it was now obvious that the Constantine twins would miss the meeting, I wondered if anyone else would be coming. To kill time, I inquired as to my sister's condition, but she merely said, "Okay I guess Dear Brother," but the look in her green eyes was anything but reassuring.
I responded to Erika with, "Sister Dear perhaps you should sit down and just take it slow. You need more rest after that 'dizzy spell' in the Infirmary."
Then I turned and snapped at Sandy, "ENOUGH!"
Then I took a breath and turned to Tasha saying, "Yar! Clear the Bridge now and NOBODY comes back on the bridge until our meeting is over or I say otherwise! UNDERSTOOD?!"
Tasha responded with, "Yes Sir! Alright everybody heard our Commander! This meeting is for the Protectors alpha team only! So out!"
As soon as all the other bridge crew had left the Bridge, Tasha Yar said, "Alright Commander. The Bridge is all yours." Then she followed the rest of the crew off the Bridge.
Once the door closed behind Tasha, I turned back towards Sandy and unleashed a very venomous barrage of emotions at her. "SANDY I KNOW YOU HATE ME BUT GET OVER YOUR DAKING SELF! If I was still going to go on a one-man assault of Synth City, then I would have already taken the Vigilant to do as I originally intended and NONE of you would have had a chance to step foot on the Bridge. However you and Casannuendo both had valid points, so I decided against that and YOU KNOW IT! That is why we have instead changed our focus to trying to locate and rescue Cael! Once we find my nephew, we should have a better idea of who abducted and replaced him with a daking clone! That information is a very important clue for us to obtain! However.....
I AM TIRED OF THIS! I AM TIRED OF BITING MY TONGUE AND SKIRTING AROUND WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US BACK IN AUSTRALIA, LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE THINKS I SHOULD! HOWEVER YOU SAID YOURSELF THAT YOU OWED ME YOUR HONESTY...SO PERHAPS I OWE YOU SOME HONESTY AS WELL!!!!.....
Look, I know I am a daking monster! Everybody here knows it! However what happened to you was NOT all my daking fault! I take full responsibility for killing your unborn child, as it was by MY hateful hand and you can hate me for it all you want as I deserve the hate! However I was under the influence of Boris's very powerful drug at the time! He created that drug so it would cause people to turn against and kill each other while living out a delusion! What's YOUR daking excuse?!
I DID NOT CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME OR WHAT I DID TO YOU! YOU WERE ON THAT MISSION AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGMENT BECAUSE YOU INSISTED I LET YOU GO! NONE OF US KNEW YOU WERE PREGNANT BUT YOU! YOU CHOSE NOT TO TELL US! YOU ALSO KNEW ABOUT THE DANGEROUS DRUGS AND YET YOU STILL INSISTED ON GOING DESPITE THE RISK!
ONCE I WAS INFECTED ON THE FLOAT, I DAKING ORDERED EVERYBODY BACK TO THE RIOT! THEN ORDERED YOU TO TAKE THEM AND YOUR CREW BACK TO THE VIGILANT AND NOT RETURN! YOU CHOSE TO COMPLETELY IGNORE MY ORDERS AND INSTEAD STAYED! THEN WHEN I, UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF THE DRUG, CAME AFTER YOU FOR TAKING LADY AWAY...YOU COULD HAVE STILL GOT EVERYBODY IN THE RIOT AND RETREATED! YET YOU INSTEAD CHOSE TO CONFRONT ME KNOWING I WAS NOT ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF AND WAS IN FACT UNDER THE DILUSION THAT I WAS SOMEBODY ELSE!
HELL YOU EVEN KEEP POINTING OUT OTHERS WOULD BE BETTER AT COMMAND THAN ME! ALTHOUGH I AGREED, I THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND HAVE REALIZED THAT WHEN IT COMES TO COMMANDING THE PROTECTORS YOU ARE WRONG! YOU WANTED TO POINT OUT THOSE THAT WOULD BE BETTER THAN ME! FINE LET"S LOOK AT THEM!...
Your niece, Belle Starr created the Protectors however, when faced with her first truly hard choice, she realized she wasn't cut out for Command. So Taffer was put in Charge!
Taffer seemed to do quite well for awhile but by the end of that Moon Mission, where we discovered you, Taffer just couldn't handle the burdens of Command anymore. So he left to find himself and do his own thing for awhile. When he came back he did NOT want to be in complete Command again. Instead he opted to be my second, with the option for him to let others take his place whenever he felt he needed to step away from the responsibility!
While Taffer was away I had stepped in and picked up the broken pieces that his sudden departure left. However I admit that I was not ready to be thrust into such an important role! That is why a Triumvirate was created with Erika, Volodja and I being Co-commanders and splitting responsibilities equally! However when something happened that caused us to leave Volodja in sole Command, he couldn't handle all the burdens of Commanding such a big base full of so many diverse personalities. So he did what he had always done up to that point. He walked away from the cause of his burdens! Thanks to your love for him...and I hope my friendship even if I am an over-protective beast at my best times and a rampaging beast at my worst...he has come into his own as my Advisor and our Ambassador of peace and goodwill, despite how my over-bearing emotional outbursts sometimes makes his job more difficult.
Then there is my dear sister...perhaps her past experiences technically make her the best person for the job. However even she chose to step down from the mantle of leadership because it was too much for her. She still fills in when I am away or on medical leave, which I am grateful for and I do love her for being there for me despite my being a Rampaging Beast. However even when it is peaceful the burdens of Commanding such an enterprising organization as this can get to most people. So she is always happy to turn Command back over to me when I am ready to take it...even if I sometimes feel that am ready BEFORE others feel I am ready.
Kaj has and still does help with Command when needed, but he also does not want to carry the weight of our whole world on his huge purple shoulders any longer than he has too. The same goes for Lady and Wolfram. Everybody I mentioned has their merits as a Commander and proves it whenever needed but none want the position. Believe me, I tried at one time to give it to them and there were NO takers!
Last of all...there is me. Perhaps I need this command as much as most of the others feel they need me in Command. ____ Yes I only took Command because nobody else felt they could AFTER Taffer left. Yes I have tried in the past to give Command to those I felt more deserving than me. However while I was mourning for the last month; for the disappearance of my wife, the death of your innocent child...the first I have EVER killed in cold blood and hate myself for and will ALWAYS regret doing despite not being in control of my faculties at the time... and the possible death of my friendship and brotherhood with Volodja; I came to an epiphany of sorts. ____
First is that; perhaps, in order to be able to handle ALL the burdens of Commanding such an adventurous organization as this, one must already be bat-shit crazy to begin with and therefore be capable of handling ALL the insanity that comes with such a responsibility, that would drive a normal person insane.
Second, I realized that, for the first time in my life, I feel that I am where I belong and can truly call home. People here don't just see me as a monster. Sure, some like you, still do, but all of those others have learned to respect what I have done for everyone here at Fortress K'shaa, even if some of them still hate me despite respecting me. Hell thanks to the Protectors I have finally gained a soul. I found true love and I have a family....Not just Lady and our children but EVERYONE who calls this place home wether temporarily or permanently, EVEN YOU! Face it! Everybody here is fallible. EVEN YOU! However if you REALLY believe that YOU can do better than me, and the others ACTUALLY agree with you, then the Command is yours! However in the time-being I suggest we all take a little time to clear our heads. Then we can come back in here and resume our search of Cael, as well as figuring out just what the hell is truly going on with this Synth Big boss and his so-called re-education, while Volodja works on the diplomacy part as he is MUCH better at it than EITHER of us!...........NOBODY SHOULD BE FORCED TO LOSE THEIR DAKING PERSONALITY JUST BECAUSE SOME WOULD-BE RULER DOESN"T LIKE HOW THEY THINK!____________ Protectors dismissed! Meet back here in two hours, ready to work!"
When I finally stopped to take a deep breath and calm myself, I heard the young voice of Lexy (The Vigilant's AI avatar) say, "Hey not kewl, Commander Grumpy-pants! Not kewl a'tall!"
As I glanced in the direction of her voice, I saw her appear and run towards Sandy. Then I glanced around the room and saw everybody's mouths on the floor, in shock, as I had ALWAYS managed to bite my tongue and keep most of my angry remarks to myself,. However I avoided looking at my wife, afraid of what I may see in her eyes and knowing they probably contained plenty of disappointment in me at the moment.
I did however notice the anger and tears in Sandy's eyes and her hands balled into fists by her sides as little Lexy ran to comfort her 'Aunt' Sandy. Then I quickly I turned my back on everybody and headed toward the door, not looking back as I stated matter-of-factly, "It had to be said. She deserved the truth...and perhaps now she can pick up the pieces and put her life back together."
Then I left the Bridge and headed to my private Commander's armory and, my workbench contained within; to sharpen my blades and 're-adjust' my guns while I try to clear my head.
(Bitterness - Burden of Pat lyrics)
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jul 10, 2017 17:42:17 GMT
As her husband gave what Lady Christianna thought was a much needed dressing down of Sandy Bell in front of the Protectors' Alpha Team, Lady popped a piece bubble gum into her small mouth and watched and listened as things progressed which was her customary behavior. When Atticus then left the Vigilant's bridge without so much as a glance her way, a frown crossed her pretty chalk white face. When his sister Erika Widowmaker started to go after him, Lady's hand darted out grabbing her wrist and stopping Erika although Erika with her greater strength could easily have broken her sister-in-law's grip. However Erika knew that when it came to Atticus' emotional state Lady usually knew best and didn't resist Lady but instead looked down at the sitting teenager with questioning jade eyes. Lady smiled an enigmatic smile while shaking her white tresses in the negative before getting up and gesturing to Erika to take her seat. With a loud pop of her bubble gum, Lady then followed Atticus to his private Commander's armory and his workbench contained within where he often went on the Vigilant to sharpen his blades and 're-adjust' his guns while he tried to clear his head. The door to the armory was closed but she didn't even bother to check the door to see if it was locked but instead merely turning to a mist-like form and went under, over, and around it. Once in the armory, Lady reformed into her usual shape of a short skinny Castithan teenager and walked over to where he stood working. Waiting for a pause in his efforts she then took his large scarred hand in her diminutive one and looked up with large pink eyes into his glowing blue ones. Lady popped a large bubble before remarking, "Said what needed saying. Sandy's smart. She knows it." Atticus looked back to his unfinished work but Lady squeezed his hand to get his attention back on her before saying with her trademark Mona Lisa smile, "I'll be leader." "Huh!?!" Exclaimed Atticus in surprise as his eyes changed color with the change in his emotions "Me. I'll be Leader. Of the Protectors. Bring back Utopia," Said Lady in a matter-of-fact fashion, her enigmatic smile unchanging. As Atticus mouth dropped in disbelief, Lady giggled as her smile became a grin before remarking, "Just kidding! No worries!" Then added as her pink eyes narrowed and the smile disappeared when she suddenly thought he might have gotten the wrong idea from her light-hearted comment, "Just kidding. Gum not drugged. Promise. Love you forever."  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 10, 2017 18:42:24 GMT
Count Casannuendo danced jig on the shoulders of raging giant, trying in vain to remain to his high position which turned out to be quite unstable, as high positions sometimes are. All those swaying thrones, falling and rolling crowns (sometimes with heads of their wearers) and ripped epaulettes were telling their stories about fragility of the power, but Count Casannuendo didn't had much time to remember about the history of shifting centres of power because he lost his balance and fell to the floor, hitting himself against it so hard that he was busy with gasping air instead of interfering into the battle of two rock hard people. Maybe it was for the best because if the Count would have been caught between them he would have been rubbed into dust... Atticus Batman was dragged away by his wife and Count Casannuendo begun to regain himself again. He heaved his small body into the sitting stance and leaning on his elbows looked up to Sandy Bells' angry but still beautiful face. Then he coughed quietly before saying: "It is not my business to say anything, dear girl, but I believe that you don't kick a man when he is down when you don't like what I have to say. You probably will help me up first. But that's not important. The important part is that you had a fight among yourselves. That rises a question - How the hell you are going to save the world from turning into an empire when you fight each other so eagerly? I don't condemn you doing that because you have your issues, but...Operations of the kind, you are seem to plan, require cooperation on the highest level. If things are going to go on like this, then whole thing will collapse to the ground, just like I did not very long ago. Damn, it still hurts! You know what characterizes some families? They have their quarrels, but when someone from outside threatens them, they form united front and wipe that intruder off this planet, because...(The Count tried to remake a pitched voice of an elderly woman)..."because they said about our Nancy." (Then he continued with his own voice again) Or Matt. Or aunt Ethel. or uncle Cuthbert. The point is, that they put their differences aside and deal with those who threaten their existence first. Now I think that we need to make a call." Without even trying to get up, the Count pulled out his hailer and begun to dial the number... Meanwhile Wolfram von Eschen received a hailer call from one Marcel Lestrange and dragging Volodja along he went to see him. Marcel didn't greet him overly enthusiastically. Instead he said unemotionally: "Exactly what I need. An aristocrat. Or two. Let us get down to business right away. Your kind have been riding on backs of small people for centuries. Not very far ago I saw a picture of oppressed masses again. I believe that Monsieur Batman has enough masses. And that tiny Count Casannuendo was riding on his back. Just like in that picture I once saw in my school history book."  Wolfram von Eschen wasn't sure where Marcel was going with his introduction, so he asked Marcel to be a little bit more specific and cut the crap! "I expected arrogance like that from a representative of aristocracy," replied Marcel calmly. "The point is, that you owe us for centuries of oppression. You can begin the process of rehabilitating yourselves by helping Lena. Someone turned her typical Castithan maid with so called "re-education". Lena was turned into MAID! After everything she went through to get out of the chains of Castithan caste based society and become somebody else than a lower caste Castithan, she was pushed back to the point A, where she begun her long and painful journey upwards! Can you help her, Boche? It would considerably ease the burden of guilt on your shoulders!" |
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Post by Sandy Bell on Jul 10, 2017 22:16:42 GMT
When Atticus Batman finally stopped his stern lecture to Sandy Bell to take a deep breath and calm himself, he heard the young voice of Lexy (The Vigilant's AI avatar) say, "Hey not kewl, Commander Grumpy-pants! Not kewl a'tall!" Atticus did however notice the anger and tears in Sandy's eyes and her hands balled into fists by her sides as little Lexy ran to comfort her 'Aunt' Sandy. Then he quickly turned his back on everybody and headed toward the door, not looking back as he stated matter-of-factly, "It had to be said. She deserved the truth...and perhaps now she can pick up the pieces and put her life back together." As Lexy hugged Sandy tightly Sandy felt her embrace and even felt the warmth of her small body against hers thanks to the "hard light" projectors installed on the Vigilant's bridge so Sandy hugged her back and kissed the top of Lexy's head as she fought back the tears in her blue eyes before muttering under her breath, "Don't hold it against him Lexy... I probably deserved exactly what I got. Although that doesn't make him any less a monster who might lead us all to our deaths and for what?" After Atticus left quickly followed by his wife, Lady Christianna, Sandy glanced to her right noting with raised eyebrows that Count Casannuendo was no longer on the big Irathiant's shoulders but was now on the ground. The Count began to regain himself again as he heaved his small body into the sitting stance and leaning on his elbows looked up at Sandy Bell's angry but still beautiful face. Count Casannuendo coughed quietly before saying, "It is not my business to say anything, dear girl, but I believe that you don't kick a man when he is down when you don't like what I have to say. You probably will help me up first. But that's not important. The important part is that you had a fight among yourselves. That rises a question - How the hell you are going to save the world from turning into an empire when you fight each other so eagerly? I don't condemn you doing that because you have your issues, but...Operations of the kind, you are seem to plan, require cooperation on the highest level. If things are going to go on like this, then whole thing will collapse to the ground, just like I did not very long ago. Damn, it still hurts! You know what characterizes some families? They have their quarrels, but when someone from outside threatens them, they form united front and wipe that intruder off this planet, because...(The Count tried to remake a pitched voice of an elderly woman)..."because they said about our Nancy." (Then he continued with his own voice again) Or Matt. Or aunt Ethel. or uncle Cuthbert. The point is, that they put their differences aside and deal with those who threaten their existence first. Now I think that we need to make a call." Without even trying to get up, the Count pulled out his hailer and begun to dial the number... Letting Lexy go after another brief hug, Sandy crouched down taking both of the Count's arms and setting him up on his feet so that they were looking at each other eye-to-eye as she aptly took his hailer from his outstretched hand, hanging it up and putting it in his top coat pocket with one deft move before stating with a frown, "I may be wrong but I assume you were going to call Volodja... or maybe Kaj or Wolfram, however I refuse to become one of those kind of women - you know the type, the kind that always need a man to come to their rescue! I refuse to be a stereotype of the helpless woman in tears having to be rescued from her own emotions by her man who always has a stiff upper lip no matter his own emotional loss! I may be wrong in my assumptions of you thinking that and the purpose of your call - and I know you mean well either way - but I'm a soldier and I'd be a piss-poor one if I couldn't take a reprimand from a commanding officer my personal feelings about him none-the-less!" Sandy sighed deeply as she stared intently with big blue eyes at the little man then frankly commented, "You make some good points though Count! I'm all with united we stand, divided we fall! I'm not sure we are a family, although we are as close as I've come since the Pale Wars. But... I not only have misgivings about our fearless leader but also about the main mission. What's wrong with letting the Synth Empire take over and establish worldwide law and order? Humans and Votans have always used technology advances to better their lives and aren't Synths basically just that - advanced technology? Maybe we can regain what we had before the Pale Wars. Maybe with Synth help hunger, disease, poverty as well as war will be a thing of the past! Maybe with Synth governance we can again have a society where babies are born safe and people can enjoy their families without having to wonder daily if they are going to see the next sunrise!" Sandy stood up and smiled sadly at the Liberata before saying, "I'm all for saving Chancellor Cael if he is still alive. Governor Skarr is a scoundrel from way back and I wish we had time to convince the Synth Big Boss of that fact but time is at a premium in a hostage situation. The longer you wait, the more likely the victim will not come out alive. But after that... I can't say whose side I will be on: The violent monster and his vigilantes or the emperor and his army of Peacekeeper Androids who wants worldwide peace in our time? Anyway, its a highly personal decision that I don't think not even Volodja can help me with no matter how wise he is or how much I love him. I'll... see you in two hours." Sandy soon left the bridge and then the Vigilant, distractedly wandering Fortress Kshaa until she found herself in the apparently empty rooftop. She sat on the ledge surrounding the roof hanging her dangling legs over the edge aimlessly kicking as she watched the flight preparations of the Viglilant far below. The personnel of Fortess Kshaa scurried below like ants as Sandy wondered not for the first time if there would ever be a time when they wouldn't have to preparing the Vigilant for another world saving mission or emergency - that is if things didn't change drastically. Suddenly one shadow in the garden separated itself from the rest as it silently and smoothly moved closer behind Sandy as she sat unaware far above the Vigilant.  |
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 11, 2017 12:45:02 GMT
Lady popped a large bubble before remarking, "Said what needed saying. Sandy's smart. She knows it."
I looked back to my unfinished work but Lady squeezed my hand to get his attention back on her before saying with her trademark Mona Lisa smile, "I'll be leader."
"Huh!?!" exclaimed in surprise as his eyes changed color with the change in his emotions
"Me. I'll be Leader. Of the Protectors. Bring back Utopia," Said Lady in a matter-of-fact fashion, her enigmatic smile unchanging.
As my mouth dropped in disbelief, Lady giggled as her smile became a grin before remarking, "Just kidding! No worries!" Then added as her pink eyes narrowed and the smile disappeared when she suddenly thought he might have gotten the wrong idea from her light-hearted comment, "Just kidding. Gum not drugged. Promise. Love you forever."
I kissed Lady lovingly. Then I said, "I love you Forever as well....As for my offer to Sandy about her being Leader....I would rather continue to be the Commander of Fortress K'shaa and the Paradise Protectors, as I truly do feel that I am finally making a difference for the good and I now usually put others' needs before mine. However if she really is certain I am such a bad Commander, then let her try it for a little while and see just how difficult it is...but then again, I see this position differently than others."
I took a deep breath and glanced at my helm currently sitting on my workbench. Then I looked back at my lovely wife as I rubbed an armored finger over my masked face, tracing the grotesque scar beneath, that ran directly across my left eye from the center of my forehead, just above my nose, and down to just under my left ear. Then I continued with, "Perhaps it is because I am a beast that is trying to live with men. However they ALL see the Command position as a job and responsibility.....I...I on the other hand see it as a life-style change not a job, and no longer a burden either.
I CHOSE to try to better the beast that I am, when I pulled myself out of the pitch-black darkness that created me and into the shadows I will always be a part of. In the process I found love, family, and a real home and I will never give any of it up no matter what. That is why I choose to be Commander, because EVERYBODY deserves a place they can call home and somebody that will do what he can to protect them from the evils of the world. Evils that I know all too well for I have always been a part of them in one way or another. So who better to become that Protector, than one who knows those evil as intimately as I?....... I can not change the evils that I have done or that were done to me, and I am not sure I would even if I could, because those experiences are what led me to you. However I can and WILL do my best to protect others from having to live through any of that.......
......I just wish that I hadn't already failed Sandy, Lena, Erika, and perhaps Cael, in that regard. I also hope that I didn't hurt the Count when I knocked him off my shoulders because...in my anger I sort of forgot he was up there."
I then pulled Lady into my broad chest and held her to me, as I let all that I had said sink in, but mostly because I desperately needed to feel her comforting embrace at the moment.
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jul 11, 2017 15:14:42 GMT
"Love grows. Lust wastes by Enjoyment, and the Reason is, that one springs from an Union of Souls, and the other from an Union of Sense." - William Penn.***** Atticus Batman pulled Lady Christianna into his broad chest and held her to him, as Atticus let all that he had said sink in, but mostly because he desperately needed to feel her comforting embrace at the moment. Lady held him tight but a pretty pout of concern crossed her chalk white face which the young Castithan kept concealed from her husband by burying her white tousled head into his chest. Lady was worried about Atticus just as she worried about all her family both those through blood and those through friendship, but she worried about Atticus the most even more than their infant twins. The reason was because he was the leader of the Protectors and she knew he took that very seriously and it weighed upon him. Lady herself was more a creature of the moment and it had taken her love for Atticus for her concerns to encompass more than just her immediate creature comforts. When she thought about it, which wasn't often, she figured that was part of growing up. As you get older, your world broadens to include your soul mate, then your children, then others until you no longer are just thinking selfishly about only yourself. The teenager imagined it had been even harder for Atticus for he was much older than her and most of that past time he was a pariah left alone to fend for himself. She didn't know him then although she did catch the tail end of his vigilante of justice period but she did know that today was much different than then. Now Atticus was responsible not only for her and their family but all the Protectors at Fortress Kshaa, line and staff. Her teacher Volodja Uljanov once had her read plays from one of the human "masters of the arts" as he put it. The author whose name she couldn't remember was hard to read for the language was weirdly written and although there were some cool murder and fight scenes as a whole she found it tedious. Teach had assured her that it was the requirement of all high school student for hundreds of years to read the Bard of Avon so she did - reluctantly! However, she found one line in one of the Bard's plays to be memorable and applicable to the current situation: "Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." Atticus had been wearing the Protectors' crown for some time now and she worried that it was wearing him down. Still, Lady knew that those before him who had worn it had burnt out fast and no one was more qualified or as devoted to the Protectors' cause than Atticus. The reeducation situation with Lena Marr and his sister Erika Widowmaker and the confrontation with Sandy Bell had only made a tense situation worse, but Lady had a sudden idea as to how to ease his tensions. Lady forced a smile and pushed away from his embrace as she threw her Pith helmet into a corner of the room and opened the zipper of her black leather from her neck to her belly button in one fluid motion revealing her snow white "treasure" chest within as she then sensually kissed him. Silently, she proceeded to undress him after undressing herself then leaned seductively on the armory's door not only to grant him easy access from behind but so she could lock it as well. Not long after Atticus' sister Erika went seeking him as concerned for his well being as his wife. As she was about to knock on his armory's door she heard the loud sounds of Atticus' and Lady's lovemaking and paused. A slight smile crossed Erika's red clay colored face as she turned on her heel and walked back to the Vigilant's bridge without knocking leaving the loving couple to enjoy their marital bliss. ***** The Synth Sister Yvette was enjoying herself drinking and talking with the Constantine twins sitting at a table in the Mess at Fortress Ksahaa. Technically, Synths could never get drunk although the newest models like her could enjoy the sensations of drink without the detrimental drawbacks. Still Yvette had self-programmed herself to enjoy the Euphoric side effects of alcohol and even exhibit the symptoms such as slurred speech without ever blacking out or having a hangover the next day. She was feeling a bit tipsy and her inhibitions were dwindling by the minute. Yvette curled a lock of her blond hair around one forefinger as a grin crossed her pretty face before putting her muscular arms around both Atika's and Atilla's shoulders gently drawing them into a makeshift hurdle as she asked in a loud whisper, "Tell me, have you two ever considered a menage a trois? It'd be fun! Don't worry, I am fully versed in the erogenous zones of all the races and sexes and my model of Synth can sexually pleasure you in every way possible as a female or a male - or even both at the same time if you like! Only one thing: We'd have to go to your room. Sadly, I have roommates." Meanwhile in Yvette's quarters, her Synth Sisters Ruby and Whitney were engrossed in watching Marcel Lestrange, Volodja Uljanov and Wolfram Von Eshen engage in excited debate. The recently reeducated Lena Marr seemed to be the central topic of their conversation but she didn't seem to the two Synth Sisters to be enjoying it. Lena silently stood to the side shifting from foot to foot with her long lashed sky blue eyes downcast. She didn't think it proper that any servant should be the subject of interest in the conversation of such important and powerful men, let alone a female Castithan servant. Something made Lena suddenly look up but no further than the men's crouches. Her eyes were stuck staring at the bulges there moving from first one man to another but finally alighting on Marcel's substantial prominence like a fly to flypaper. One chalk white hand moved subconsciously to her lush lips inserting a pinkie into the corner of her now excessively salivating mouth. Her other hand followed her first absentmindedly wiping the spittle that had formed on her lower lip. "Man, wouldn't you just love to hit that - hard and long!" remarked Lust in her mind. Lena' snow white eyebrows raised high above her wide unblinking eyes. Before her reeducation, Lena Marr had voices in her head representing the seven deadly sins as well as her EGO psyche, Hope. She had those voices in her head ever since childhood and they had been her constant companions way before she got an EGO device. However after her reeducation, the voices had become silent and she even had no knowledge that they were ever there. That fact had suddenly changed! "Hope that wasn't you was it?" asked Lena of Hope through the telepathic link they shared wanting it to be so. "Noooo, not me! I don't know who that was! " Answered Hope in alarm, her memory also having been altered in the Synth Reeducation Program. "I mean, what are you waiting for?" Said Lust enthusiastically, "Just reach over and grab it!" "That... that wouldn't be proper. Would it?" Thought Lena back to Lust. "Proper, smoper, who cares? It would be FUN!" Answered Lust a virtual smile on her virtual face. ***** Sandy Bell sat on the dark roof watching the the Vigilant's take-off preparations. She felt rather than saw movement to the right of her so when she looked she wasn't totally surprised to see the feline Synth sister Brooke sitting next to her with her shapely legs also dangling over the edge. The four Synth Sisters looked just like humans except Brooke who was an exotic raven-haired beauty who had characteristics of felines. Brooke was as agile and moved sensually like a cat on the prowl but it wasn't just her movements that made her different than her sisters. Brooke had the ears and tail of a black cat as well as the sharp teeth of a predator but it was her golden cat-like eyes that were most striking. Sandy thought that altogether Brooke was quite an aesthetically pleasing hybrid of human and feline features. "Hi," Said Brooke shyly then asked, "Do you mind if I sit with you? I needed some fresh air! I feel stifled when I'm cooped up and can't move around. Guess that's why I like the outdoors." Sandy laughed pleasantly saying, "Know what you mean, I feel the same way! I sometimes just want to scream with all the people and all the walls around me! However I don't mind the company. It's been a rough day... sometimes I just think I can't get anything right." "Know what you mean," Said Brooke, her golden eyes locked on Sandy's blue ones as she suggested, "Tell you what, you tell me your bad day and I'll tell you mine! Then we can try to convince each other it's not so bad!" "Deal," Answered Sandy with a grin on her pretty tan face. "My Boss inadvertently killed my baby and I just called him out unjustly before the whole bridge crew and the alpha team on the Vigilant. Of course, he tore me a new one afterwards. You?" Brooke looked away to the horizon for what seemed a long time before looking back intently at Brooke, "I tore the heart out of an innocent man... and I don't know why!" Sandy's mouth went agape before she recovered and forced a smile admitting, "Your's worse." The women conversed in low tones for most of an hour. First they spoke of their many troubles both agreeing that the other's were substantial. They then spoke of other things such as their backgrounds and their experiences, finding they had more in common than not. As they spoke on in hushed whispers they slowly leaned closer and closer to each other feeling an intimate kinship that increased with every word and every minute of conversation. Suddenly Brooke reached over taking Sandy's chin gently in one hand as she kissed her long and hard. Sandy's blonde eyebrows shot up while her blue eyes grew wide but she didn't pull back and her eyes soon closed as her heart fluttered faster and her mind became numb in the rapture of the moment. Their kiss lasted less than a minute before Sandy broke the lip-lock but she was breathless as if it had been much longer. "I can't... I... have somebody... somebody special," Sputtered Sandy surprised by the kiss but also shocked that she in fact enjoyed it. Brooke smiled sadly, her sharp incisors barely showing as she said, "I understand. It was just nice... to not feel so alone for a moment." The two women bent forward, their foreheads touching as they held each other tightly both knowing that a long lasting relationship was impossible for so many reasons but feeling comfort in the moment.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 11, 2017 18:32:36 GMT
The rules of the narrative...They always seem to apply and bring people into wrong places in the most unsuitable time. Just what happened to Volodja Uljanov who had unfortunate tendency to be in places where he shouldn't be. At moment he was on his way downstairs, thinking that there was one too many Volodja Uljanov's in this particular world. Events which brought him to that decision were folding shortly in the row, we are about to describe...
Not too long ago Volodja Uljanov noticed an unanswered call and decided to call back and ask from Count Casannuendo, what was going on. But the Count was quite concise when he explained that he intended to call Volodja to ask his help with Sandy, but then turned out that Volodja's services weren't needed any more and he can remain where he was at moment.
Marcel Lestrange who accidentally overheard their conversation, made a remark that Volodja was redundant once again. Not only in this room but also else- and everywhere. He actually preferred to deal with Wolfram without Volodja's presence. He noticed that Volodja was feeling down, so he tried to push him over the limit and make him to leave, because Marcel knew that Volodja preferred to lick his wounds alone. His assumptions were correct...
Apologizing politely to everyone in the room, Volodja left Wolfram to handle the problem and thought that it would be nice to try and reach for stars. He went to the roof and sight he saw there, made him turn around and climb silently down again, thinking bitterly:
"Good Count couldn't have been more discrete when he told me that I wasn't needed any more. Another place where I am not needed. In some other possible world Volodja Uljanov might be needed, but not in this one. Someone else is better at fulfilling my functions in every area and aspect of my life. I am redundant even in my own relationship, so Marcel was right about my redundancy. I am sure that they won't notice my absence at all..."
Volodja swayed through people filled rooms, paying attention to his surroundings only so much that he was able to avoid stumbling on somebody and was able to nod when people greeted him. It seemed that Volodja's mind didn't belong into this world any more. Others were better at saving this world anyway than Volodja...
He went into the basement area of the fortress and lifted the heavy lead, covering one of the entrances into Fortress's sewers. Once he smuggled himself into the ranks of protectors. Now it was time to sneak out again. And this time there wasn't anyone to stop him. Except His EGO psyche Sophie who tried convince him not to do anything drastic...
"Sophie dear," replied Volodja gently. "I am sure that EGO chip lasts long enough that you will be delivered back into the fortress when they discover my remains. You will be travelling like a small precious pearl in shell. Intact. And then you can continue your life with a new host. Don't cry, Sophie dear. It's for the best."
He climbed up from a slimy and rusty metal ladder squeezed himself through another sewer entrance. Outside at last! Just like last time he was unarmed and had no place to go, but he wasn't mind. He didn't had to go much this time...
Finding himself a comfortable place, Volodja laid to his back and putting his hands behind the back of his head he begun to glance empty sky above. All he had to do was to wait now. No matter how his death comes - by the teeth of Hellbugs, or a raider bullet, or starvation or thirst - it comes one moment, because defenceless body survives in the post apocalyptic wasteland only for counted time. Volodja also doubted that Raiders, Hellbugs, Dark Matter or Scrappers and natural disasters like Razor storms didn't cared about empires and their laws, including Synth Empire. Besides - Death never misses a date. Until his meeting with the Grim Reaper begins, Volodja might just look into the sky and think about his uselessness. Until his earthly remains become something useful again, like a daily ration of some hungry Hellbug, because nothing goes wate in the wasteland...
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Post by Attila Constantine on Jul 12, 2017 13:44:31 GMT
Yvette curled a lock of her blond hair around one forefinger as a grin crossed her pretty face before putting her muscular arms around both Atika's and Attila's shoulders gently drawing them into a makeshift hurdle as she asked in a loud whisper, "Tell me, have you two ever considered a ménage a trois? It'd be fun! Don't worry, I am fully versed in the erogenous zones of all the races and sexes and my model of Synth can sexually pleasure you in every way possible as a female or a male - or even both at the same time if you like! Only one thing: We'd have to go to your room. Sadly, I have roommates."
Atika's cheeks turned red with embarrassment as she quickly looked around to make sure nobody was listening. Then she said quietly to Yvette, "We...we can't! That would be incest and and well... we know how much that offends these Americans' delicate beliefs in morality and....and...and..."
Attila, always the maverick of the two Constantines, finally rolled his eyes before saying to his sister, "Zügeer l shurgal!....Screw it! I like it here and like all of our new friends and family as much as you do...but I am tired of trying to hide just how much you mean to me Tik! If they can't handle it, then that is their problem. NOT ours!"
Tears were now forming in Atika's eyes as she said quietly, her strong Mongol accent even stronger with her emotional state, "But Til! I love it here and feel more a part of this group than I EVER did back in Mongolia! What if...what if they can't accept it?!"
Attila smiled as he took both of his sister's hands in his and said, "If they can't accept it, then we don't need them. However given all the weirdness they do accept in this world and in their own friendships and relationships, I am sure they will be fine with it. I mean just look around the room! People of different races together is still frowned on in some countries we have heard of or been too. Heck sis! Look over at Security Chief Lebeau who just walked in and headed to his usual table! We both know his girlfriend will appear soon!"
Sure enough, as Lebeau was getting a bottle of alcohol and ordering some food from a waiter, a beautiful girl appeared right next to him, seemingly out of nowhere. As Yvette looked at the couple in question and realized why the relationship would be considered odd by most, Attila confirmed it with, "Yep right on cue! Nobody here even bats an eye at him dating his own EGO's sentient personality or any of our EGO personalities appearing in holographic form whenever they want! So why should they care how we feel about each other! After all who does it hurt?!"
Atika smiled shyly as she replied, "Nobody!!!...............Weeelll nobody except the fool that tried forcing himself on me back in Mongolia! I am soooooo glad you stopped him!"
Attila smiled and said, "Of course I did! We have always had each other to depend on and that will never change. Besides as you already implied, we may have had to leave our home back in Mongolia because of it but we found one here where we do feel accepted and wanted. I know you trust me as much as I trust you. So relax and don't worry. It WILL be fine."
Atika said quietly, "I know....but how can we be sure?"
Attila smiled broadly as he replied with, "Like this my lovely sister!..."
After a brief pause Attila looked back towards Remy Lebeau and his 'girlfriend' who were heading in their direction toward the empty table near theirs. So Attila said, "Hey Remy! Do you have a second?"
Remy and his girlfriend stopped by Attila as Remy replied with, "I do be havin a secon' or duo as I be on my lunch. So what can we be 'elpin you tree wit?"
Attila took a deep breath now slightly unsure about what he was about to do. Then as he exhaled he made up his mind and said, "Nothing really. I just wanted to get your opinion on how Commander Batman and the others may feel about something."
Remy said, "'Ight. An dat be?"
Attila squeezed his sister's hand, then said, "My heart and love belong to my beautiful sister."
Then he kissed Atika hard on the lips to show just what he meant. Yvette smiled seeing the kiss and Atika smiled at receiving it in a public place, even though she was still afraid their American friends wouldn't be accepting of the full extent of her and her brother's relationship.
Remy let out a jovial laugh. Then he said, "Laissez les bon temps roulet! ( Let the good times roll!) Dat be a mighty fine way do be feelin 'bout somebody boy! Don'cha be sweatin it. De 'eart wants what de 'eart wants. De Commandant knows and accepts dat. As does perty much evryone else 'ere. So jus' enjoy your love and 'appiness!"
Remy then opened the bottle in his hand and poured some of his alcohol into everyone's glasses. Then he lifted the bottle into the air and toasted, "Love be a mighty fine woman who be lovin you no matter who you be or how stupid you be actin! So Laissez les bon temps roulet!"
Then after the toast and everyone took a drink, Remy and his girlfriend both bid the threesome goodbye, then excused themselves to enjoy the rest of Remy's meal break.
After they went to their table, Attila stood and offered his hands to Yvette and Atika. Hearing how Remy and his 'girl' felt definitely made Atika feel better. Of course Remy's laid back Cajun attitide always seemed to have that effect on people anyway. As Atika thought about how her brother just might be right for once, she finally noticed his hand. So she took it and stood up as Yvette did the same thing. Then the three left the Mess Hall. The girls weren't completely sure what Attila was planning but they did have a good idea, especially when they realized he was leading them back towards the hall containing their respective rooms.
When the three arrived outside the Constantines' quarters, Attila opened the door and said, "Lovely ladies first!"
After they entered, he followed and locked the door. Upon entering there was a privacy screen separating the entryway from the main room. After Atika led Yvette around it, Yvette could see that there were indeed two beds in the room. However it just took a quick glance to see that the twin-sized bed that was against the back wall looked almost unused and had no pillows on it. While the queen-size in the center of the room was freshly made and had all of the pillows on it.
Finally Atika spoke saying, "Well you now know how we truly feel about each other. So I will point out that while my dang brother is an incessant flirt, he would never actually do anything that would hurt my feelings, nor I him. However we both find you hot and I AM bi-curious. Besides you PROMISED us BOTH a great time and sharing is caring! So let's follow Chief Lebeau's advice and let the good times roll!"
Then Atika kissed her brother lovingly. Then bit her bottom lip as she got up her nerves for a second before she moved forward and shyly kissed Yvette on the lips. However after just a few seconds Atika quickly got over her shyness and really got into the kiss. Attila on the other hand was enjoying the erotic display, but didn't want left out. So while the girls were making out, he removed his clothes. Then he stepped beside the girls and gently rubbed their backs, before he started stripping both of the girls, while they kept kissing and only stopped so he could remove a piece of their clothing or so one or both of them could give him a passionate kiss. |
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Post by Sandy Bell on Jul 12, 2017 17:51:57 GMT
About a half hour before the Vigilant's mission take-off, Sandy Bell's EGO psyche, Sarge, notified her that it was nearly time to go. After their long hug, Sandy and the feline Synth held hands watching the gray dismal landscape surrounding Fortress Kshaa near what had once been the city of San Francisco. They would talk intermittently about their closest loved ones and how often their relationships were strained by circumstances. Sandy mostly talked about her true love Volodja Uljanov and his volatile mood changes into deep depression that most times she couldn't even shake him out of although she readily admitted her inadequacies as a psychologist. She also spoke of her love-hate relationship with her niece the glamorous Belle Starr, the founder of the Protectors, who was both beautiful and charismatic whereas Sandy felt she was neither. Sandy even revealed the past love triangle between Belle, Volodja, and herself which she had never told anyone before because it was so embarrassing and for the fact she was never quite sure if he chose her for her or because Belle "dumped" him for her longtime Prince Charming, Vo Kshaa, after it was found out that Vo was still alive. For her part, Brooke admitted that she had similar feelings of insecurity. She and her Synth sisters were from the same work batch, so they had a special emotional bond to each other than they had to other synths. Furthermore she actually loved her sisters in ways only a family member can and felt the same towards her father, the Big Boss of the Synth Empire. Still for whatever reason when it came to individualizing each of the sisters, Father had ingrained in her feline characteristics that gave her increased agility, stealth, heightened senses, and tracking abilities along with some of the physical characteristics of a cat such as her tail, ears, and most importantly for combat, her claws. However, these characteristics also made her feel so different from her sisters that she often felt alienated even though they had always treated her as one of them. After one last long look at the bleak landscape, Sandy gave a quick squeeze of Brooke's hand before letting go as she confessed, "I've got to go. I've really enjoyed our... chat, but I still have some mission-prep to do on the Vigilant." "I gather your earlier Protectors' meeting was anything but routine then," Brooke said with a wry grin that showed off her sharp incisors as well as her excellent insight. Sandy's cheeks flushed bright red as she realized she might have just said too much but admitted, "Sorry, can't say anymore about it. Top secret. Need to know. Although I suppose if Commander Batman wants the Synth Envoy to know he will brief her." Brooke flashed her golden eyes to the horizon before locking them again on Sandy's blue ones and commenting, "No worry. That's between them just as our conversation here is between us. I hope we can have another one soon." Sandy stood up dusting off the rear of her fatigue pants as she did replying, "Me too, but now it's time to get back to work. Adios amigo which is Spanish for farewell friend." Brooke briefly laughed pleasantly before saying, "I know. I think I prefer until we meet again my friend." Sandy headed to the rooftop garden's door only glancing for a moment back at Brooke who was still seated watching the activity below as the Fortress' personnel continued preparing the Vigilant for it's flight. Sandy opened the door to the staircase leading down to the inside of Fortress Kshaa making her way to the Vigilant. About halfway there she realized that her true love Volodja had not made it to the previous Protectors' meeting but knew he often went his own way on individual missions either given him privately by his close friend Atticus Batman or because he determined personally that something needed to be done. She asked her EGO psyche Sarge to relay a private message to Volodja's EGO that the Vigilant was going to take off in a half hour and that the Alpha Team were assembling there. "Volodja and his EGO is not longer on the base or within my radar's range," Sarge reported to Sandy through the telepathic link they shared. "I've sent the message but I haven't received a confirmation from Sophia that he received it." Sandy wasn't concerned for Volodja yet for he often went his own way either on missions or to be alone with his own thoughts and he never invited her on either. She often thought he took more "walkabouts" then most Aborigines but she respected his need to be alone and loved him even though sometimes she wished she could go with him or that at least he would ask her to go. The journey to the Vigilant and to its Bridge were filled with such thoughts so she was there before she knew it. Once on the Bridge, she saw Commander Batman's sister, Erika Widowmaker busy going through the pre-flight checklist and offered her services to help which Erika thankfully accepted. Meanwhile in the rooftop garden on top of the fortress, Brooke grew bored after Sandy left and ended her vigil. As she got up to leave and approached the exit door, her sensitive nose caught the recent scent of another human other than Sandy that had recently been up there. It was that of one of the three human men that had been in the Synth Sisters' quarters when she left but she wasn't sure which one. As her positronic memory searched the files to identify the man-smell she left the rooftop garden once she determined a mission of her own.  |
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jul 13, 2017 7:29:55 GMT
Volodja's prognosis was correct - it didn't took overly long time before someone discovered his body and became interested of it. Volodja's trained ear heard silent footsteps but since he didn't cared what is going to happen with him, he didn't even tried to look towards them to see who's coming.
"Look what we found here," was said in woman's voice and pretty face of catlike girl appeared into his perimeter and covered the view to the sky. Cuteness compensated lack of the distant view, though. "Next time you decide to leave the fortress, can you choose more convenient path than sewers? Was it the only hidden way out?"
"Humans have a saying - "Curiosity killed the cat,"" replied Volodja and when he saw that Brooke's eyes became a bit defensively decisive, he added: "I am not a threat here. I am not even threatening. Just trying to warn you because there will be bunch of local life here soon because they probably see the live bait."
"Ssh. That's not the problem," replied Brooke. "I am perfectly able to defend myself. But can you be that kind and avoid using any comparisons with cats. I feel a bit...insecure in that area."
"Not your fault," said Volodja "Your creator probably has a slight neko syndrome, I assume. "Neko means "cat" in Japanese and is connected with the anime subculture. Features of a cat is one way of expressing cuteness and cat like actions which are usually mischievous, for people who have certain amount of anime obsession. Noting wrong with that. Quite opposite - your looks make you unique and special."
"The way you say it makes me think that you might have a point," admitted Brooke. "Why you are here anyway?"
"I possess some features of the cat as well," said Volodja. "I tend to wander around quite often but usually I return home. When I have home to return. At moment I feel that there is no such a place like home for me any more. I saw you and Sandy together, so..."
"I admit that we shared our amount of...things," was Brooke's reply. Those Synth girls couldn't lie and Volodja was aware of it. "I made a move on her, but she said that she has that special someone in her life. Then we just talked. Mostly about you, by the way. At least Sandy kept talking about you. And Belle." Brooke filled Volodja in with the details of her conversation with Sandy, suggesting at the end:
"I can kiss you too to make it up to you!"
"No thanks," replied Volodja "You are cute and charming, but I can't do that to Sandy. You know - I have tried to show my love to her by staying by her side without making a single side step from our room when she got injured or fell into comatose or....and yet I felt that I haven't done enough. Especially when she didn't saw me by her said and had to rely only on my words. I was quite sure that I haven't done enough and when I saw you two in intimate situation. That was the last straw to break my back. I have a decent travelling mileage, but unfortunately it has it's influence on the engine and steering mechanisms. I am worn and wretched and I feel completely useless in every aspect of my life. Including my relationship, because I couldn't help Sandy and avoid the...situation. I failed everyone and everything recently, so I decided that others are better without the major failure - me." Volodja told Brooke about his attempts to nurture Sandy and when she said that Volodja usually didn't asked her to coma along to his tours, Volodja admitted that he was afraid that Sandy might feel bored about those. She wants some meaning and purpose for her actions because of her down to earth and no nonsense nature, but Volodja just walks and talks with people and observes events and collects usually useless scraps from past.
"For a wreck you are incredibly good shape and size," said Brooke mischievously after Volodja ended. "At least physically."
"Maybe. But mentally I am down under as a sinking ship. Besides - it doesn't matter if I stay here or stay under the Empire. I would probably become a dissident who will be sent to re-education eventually. And losing my nature, despite the fact that it's worn out, would be worse than death. I have tasted power and led good men even into demise for some cause, but...But I was willing to share the same fate and their decision to join me was a decision of mature and free willed people. But the safe world where everyone are shaped by the same mould...The cost would be too high for my taste, so I foresee a conflict forming between your Boss and myself which is going to end with erasing my worn out but still dear character of mine. Unlike some animals who are perfectly fine living in limits of a certain territory and don't want to move unless some necessity causes it, I don't find the situation where I am well fed and safe and even have my own running wheel, like Shakespeare the Squibbit, quite satisfactory. I think that it's better when your Boss finds that out sooner, before I can cause him headaches later. Despite the lack of problems which come with it, I will say that zombie life is not for me, so from objective point of view it is much better when I am wiped out of existence right now. Saves everyone lot of trouble. Things you told, convinced me that Sandy loves me just like I love her, but that also means that I can not drag her down with me when I will be sentenced to mental death by this new world order. Back in old days my brothers of arms agreed to join me and my desperate fight, because they understood the necessity, but Sandy has a chance to save herself. When you return to Fortress, can you tell Sandy, that I love her very much and although I didn't lived up to her expectations, I did everything to spare her from my probably quite an ill fate in the near future?"
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jul 13, 2017 12:49:47 GMT
After Lady and I had enjoyed all of each other's treasures until she felt I was now fully relaxed, we laid back on the clean tarp that I had thrown on the armory floor during our 'loving' moments, both completely naked by this point. Shortly after laying down to relax, I kissed Lady before moving down trailing kisses across her neck and upper chest until I reached her lovely and pert young milk-filled breasts. Once there I began to just gently suckle and nurse on one breast and lovingly fondle the other, as I melted into her and she lovingly played with my hair and lovingly tracing the multitude of scars across my back, with me switching breasts whenever prompted.
After I had gotten my fill, Lady's nipples had gotten too sensitive from all the suckling, and I had finally fully relaxed, I rolled onto my back. As soon as I did so the positions had reversed for Lady very quickly snuggled into my broad chest, still tracing a finger over my numerous scars as she loved to do, while I traced my hand over her back and lovely bottom, and of course cupping it, as I loved to do.
As we just laid there and relaxed in the afterglow of our 'lovemaking', I briefly pondered on how we would find Cael and whether I should fully bring the Synth Envoy and her sisters up to date on the situation as I was sure it would be a relief to Brooke to hear that she had been manipulated into killing a clone and NOT the real Cael. Shortly before we got to the Bridge, I sent Atika Constantine an EGO message telling her I needed her to notify the Synth escort and her sisters that I had requested their presence on the Vigilant and that she and her brother were to accompany them.
Atika responded several minutes later, sounding out of breathe, "Ummmm uuuuuhhhhh O-o-o-of....c-c-course...C-C-Commander. how soon are we needed?"
I responded with, "I am busy as well and nowhere near the Bridge at the moment. Besides the meeting isn't scheduled to resume for a while longer.----So tell you what. Once I get to the Bridge, I will have Dinara (my EGO psyche) notify Kellina (Atika's EGO psyche) that I am back on Bridge. Then you can go talk to and retrieve Ruby and her sisters at that time. That should give you plenty of time to finish up whatever it is that has you so busy at the moment."
Atika hastily responded with, "W-w-will d-d-do Commander. Thanks see you then." Then she very quickly terminated her end of the EGO communication. So I ended mine as well.
As I had mentally communicated with Atika, Lady was of course listening into my EGO conversation as she continued to play with my chest. However once I was done, Lady kissed me lovingly and said simply, "Enough work. Back to relaxing."
Then she rolled onto me and proceeded to relax me yet again. Once we had finished another round of lovemaking, Lady snuggled back into my chest again. After we had rested again for a while, Lady and I both realized what time it was.
So after lovingly fondling and kissing each other EVERYWHERE until we brought each other to at least one final orgasm of the moment, we rested for another five minutes. Then I reluctantly stood up and offered Lady my hand. However instead of taking my hand right away, my lovely wife winked at me and then leaned forward and lovingly kissed the head of my dick, before sucking me off yet again. Once she was satisfied with herself, she finally took my hand and I helped her up.
Once standing, I found her clothes and began to lovingly dress her, kissing every part one more time before I finally had to cover it again. Once done Lady, did the same for me. Then I put all of my heavy armor back on and re-secured all my weaponry. Once I had done so, I gave her one more passionate and loving kiss before I grabbed her pith helmet and put it on her head and she gently placed my helm on mine. After securing my helm, I offered her my hand. Then we left the Commander's armory and walked hand in had to the Vigilant's Bridge.
Upon entering the Bridge I saw Erika and Sandy going over various different preparations. So I said, "The basic plan is to find and rescue Cael. However I am still not sure if the best place to start is in Votan City or Synth City. So I have asked Atika to bring the Synth Envoy and her sisters to the Vigilant. I would still prefer not to leave them in Fortress K'shaa while we are gone especially after finding out that their 'Big Boss' can possess them whenever he so chooses. So we will take them with us. Besides they may be able to give us some insight on where we should start our search. There is also the fact that I feel Brooke should know the truth about who she killed and why she did so, if Volodja has not yet told them like I said he could.
So you two carry on with the flight preparations. I will be going over all my information to see if we missed anything, while we wait for the others to join us, and as I see nobody notified Tasha Yar that her and the Bridge crew could come back in, I suppose we should do so."
After I contacted Tasha Yar and told her that she and the Bridge crew were needed back on the Bridge, I noticed Count Casannuendo sitting nearby watching my sister work. So I said to him, "Count about earlier. I am sorry that in my anger I knocked my 'Jiminy Cricket' off his perch. I do hope you weren't hurt."
After he responded, I turned and went back to searching through all my information, once again using the huge main viewer to do so, while Lady sat in her usual spot near me.
As soon as I had entered the Bridge, Dinara contacted Atika's EGO, Kellina, as promised and informed her that I was back on the Bridge. Atika, Yvette and Attila were done with their 'activities and just relaxing together. Attila was laying naked on his back with both beautiful and equally naked girls resting with their heads on his chest while they both had a hand toying with him below the waist. So when Atika got the message she sighed. Then after kissing Attila's chest she looked over him to Yvette and smiled as she said, "This was AMAZING and I...WE REALLY HOPE IT WILLL HAPPEN AGAIN.....However it seems that we must unfortunately get dressed now. Commander Batman wants us on the Bridge and wants you and all of your lovely sisters to accompany us."
Then Atika and both of her lovers shared a mutual three-way kiss and grope, before they finally rolled out of bed. However before they got dressed Atika said, "I think we better shower first. Tilly stinks!...Although I am betting he is LOVING being COVERED in the scents of two very SEXY young WOMEN! Lucky him!...Lucky all three of us!"
She then winked before she turned and headed to the en-suite bathroom over-exaggerating her ass-shake as she did so. After her lovers enjoyed the view for a few seconds they quickly joined her in the bathroom where she already had the shower going. Then the three young lovers proceeded to have some more quick fun before they finally cleaned up. Once done they returned to the bedroom where the girls playfully toweled each other off and teased Attila with the erotic show before they finally toweled him off. Then the three dressed. Once fully clothed they shared one more kiss before they left the room. Then the three walked down the hall holding hands with Attila happily between both women, as they headed to see Yvette's sisters and inform them of Commander Batman's request.
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