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RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-11-2018
July 5th, 825 - Sigma-21
The sound of the ship's engines was more intense in the vents and maintenance shafts. It turned out to be one of Noel's favourite places if he wanted some rest. He would move down to the engine room, enter one of the tiny corridors, lean against one of the wall panels and make it himself comfortable. It was warm down there while fresh air was pushed through the vents. Noel found the sound of the engine soothing. It had a white noise effect on him.
Sitting there all alone, he sometimes closed his eyes. So many things were happening on the Apahanta. Routine to the crew, but many new things to him. So he came here to think about things. And people. And then he found back to his old hobby. One PDA lying on his belly, he held a second PDA in his left hand, supported by his angled thin legs, to use the magnetic pen in his right hand to draw on the PDA. The PDA on his belly showed pictures and photos he used for inspiration. And like this, every now and then, Noel finished a drawing. Nobody else knew of this.
Until this time.
Music was playing through the ear buds while the microvibrations of the ship were massaging Noel. He was relaxed, in another world. His mind was absent and all that was happening was him working on another picture. Every now and then he was humming with the songs playing through his ear drums, sometimes it was voiceless whispering of the lyrics. He didn't realize that to his left a head was spying around the corner.
The woman with the wavy long blond hair was silently crawling around the corner, getting closer to Noel, peeking at what he was doing. The palms of her Apahanta suit were slightly dirty by now from the crawling, same with the knees. A smirk formed on her lips as she realized what Noel was doing here. What he was drawing. She moved in closer, however this time Noel noticed there was something next to him. Surprised and in panic, he rushed to the side, both PDA's dropping, ear buds plopping out of his ears. It took him a second to identify the person who was creeping on him. It was Lorena Hawkins, one of the bridge officers. Since he had just hit his head against a pipe above him, he was rubbing the spot at his head, hoping it wouldn't become a bulge. Only then he realized Lorena was looking at his PDA. She had picked it up to take a closer look. She smirked widely.
"Gib das her! Give that back to me!" Noel sounded, crawling to her as fast as possible, trying to grab the PDA but she didn't allow him to take it out of her hands.
"That's pretty cool, Noel," she sounded, looking at him, realizing Noel was not happy at all. In fact, he turned aggressive, tackling her to rip the PDA out of her hands. Instinctively, she pushed him back with one hand while dropping the PDA with the other hand. The momentum made the PDA slide away. "Hey, easy now!" she yelled at him.
Not stopping, Noel tried to tackle her again. Lorena however, a very fit woman, overwhelmed him, grabbing him. Two seconds later he found himself below her, his wrists above his head, pushed forcefully against the metal floor. Her lower body was pushing against his belly. Her face was hovering above his, her long golden hair hanging down left and right, framing the wide open smile on her lips. "Calm down, fuckboy."
"Let go of me!" he breathed, frowning as she was actually slightly hurting him. Breathing was a bit difficult with her rear pushing against his small midsection. "Get the fuck off me!"
"Calm down." Her smirk was gone now and he felt how she moved his wrists to be able to keep both of them in place with only one hand. The other was moving down to his face, her index finger lying down his lower lip. "Relax, Noel. Everything is fine, I am not your enemy." He was still resisting until the stopped moving, looking up at her, trying to get more air. "Okay now?"
"Yes." His cheeks were flushed and he looked everything else than calm. Trusting him, however, she freed his wrists and slid off his belly. She heard him taking a deep breath. It made her feel sorry. Noel was such a gentle boy. She probably was weighing twenty kilograms more than him without being chubby at all. All muscles.
"Everything okay, Noel?" she asked him. Looking down for the moment, she saw the other PDA which was showing a photograph of Ezrael. When she looked back to Noel again, she felt pain rushing through her face as he had given her a hard slap with his flat hand against her cheek. It actually hurt.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" he asked her, picking up the PDA with the photograph to close the image viewer. While she was just staring at him in disbelief, he was passing by, aiming for the other PDA.
"I guess you didn't want anyone to see that picture," Lorena deduced, a hand cupping her red cheek, watching him picking up the other PDA. Only now she realized tears running down his cheeks. "Hey, listen, I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you, look what you're doing all alone down here, okay? I didn't know you wanted to be alone, you know. Like, you could have been unconscious or something. Stuck."
Noel looked down at the drawing, wiping the tears off with the sleeve of his suit.
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"You're very talented, you know? It's pretty cool. You should show it to Ez." Damn, she felt bad right now.
"N-no. I, no." He closed the drawing app, judgingly looking over to Lorena. "Fuck..."
"Are you gay?" she asked him, wondering why he was making such a big deal of that picture.
"Wha- No!?" He shook his head, blushing again. "I draw things for my own, I draw all kinds of things. You just caught me drawing him like this, I have other pictures of him that aren't like this!" Only now he realized that that didn't make it better.
She smirked at him. "I like that picture." She moved closer to him, patting his shoulder. "Show me the other pictures or I tell everyone you're gay." It was more of a joke.
"Fuck you, I'm not gay, god damn it!" he yelled at her, frowning. "He's a fucking porn actor, of course I draw him a bit like that. He probably likes to be seen like that..." Hesitating, he looked at Lorena, then he showed her the PDA again.
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"Awesome! Noel, that's really cool! Like an anime hero!" She was really impressed, the pictures were pretty well done, she found. "Why don't you show him these pictures? He'll love them, for sure!"
The blush on his face remained, however it was less out of anger and embarrassment now but out of shyness. Swiping with his finger on the display, he showed her the last picture. "I don't want him to think I'm gay for drawing him like this... it's just, I like drawing people like this. That's why I don't show anyone those pictures."
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"I see. This is a cute one. Hitting the nail with his gesture. And his handsome face." She chuckled. "So, you're really not gay?" she asked him, looking into his eyes. He shook his head, closing the image browser again, turning the PDA off. "Good! Then you and I can have a dinner together this evening, right? In my room, at twenty-one. I heard the Captain bought you a fuckload of new clothes. Would be an opportunity for you to wear something else than these rubber suits."
Noel looked at her, overwhelmed and without much sign of sentience in his eyes. That was something he hadn't expected at all. "Alter Dude, I just slapped you. Are you for real?"
She smirked at him, biting her lower lip to tease him. "It's a chance for each of us to make up for what just happened here, don't you agree?" Without him getting a chance to argue with her, pecked his cheek. "Nine PM, Noel. Don't let me wait. Only gay people do that."
Watching her crawling to next junction, Noel remained seated. What the hell did just happen?
Sitting there all alone, he sometimes closed his eyes. So many things were happening on the Apahanta. Routine to the crew, but many new things to him. So he came here to think about things. And people. And then he found back to his old hobby. One PDA lying on his belly, he held a second PDA in his left hand, supported by his angled thin legs, to use the magnetic pen in his right hand to draw on the PDA. The PDA on his belly showed pictures and photos he used for inspiration. And like this, every now and then, Noel finished a drawing. Nobody else knew of this.
Until this time.
Music was playing through the ear buds while the microvibrations of the ship were massaging Noel. He was relaxed, in another world. His mind was absent and all that was happening was him working on another picture. Every now and then he was humming with the songs playing through his ear drums, sometimes it was voiceless whispering of the lyrics. He didn't realize that to his left a head was spying around the corner.
The woman with the wavy long blond hair was silently crawling around the corner, getting closer to Noel, peeking at what he was doing. The palms of her Apahanta suit were slightly dirty by now from the crawling, same with the knees. A smirk formed on her lips as she realized what Noel was doing here. What he was drawing. She moved in closer, however this time Noel noticed there was something next to him. Surprised and in panic, he rushed to the side, both PDA's dropping, ear buds plopping out of his ears. It took him a second to identify the person who was creeping on him. It was Lorena Hawkins, one of the bridge officers. Since he had just hit his head against a pipe above him, he was rubbing the spot at his head, hoping it wouldn't become a bulge. Only then he realized Lorena was looking at his PDA. She had picked it up to take a closer look. She smirked widely.
"Gib das her! Give that back to me!" Noel sounded, crawling to her as fast as possible, trying to grab the PDA but she didn't allow him to take it out of her hands.
"That's pretty cool, Noel," she sounded, looking at him, realizing Noel was not happy at all. In fact, he turned aggressive, tackling her to rip the PDA out of her hands. Instinctively, she pushed him back with one hand while dropping the PDA with the other hand. The momentum made the PDA slide away. "Hey, easy now!" she yelled at him.
Not stopping, Noel tried to tackle her again. Lorena however, a very fit woman, overwhelmed him, grabbing him. Two seconds later he found himself below her, his wrists above his head, pushed forcefully against the metal floor. Her lower body was pushing against his belly. Her face was hovering above his, her long golden hair hanging down left and right, framing the wide open smile on her lips. "Calm down, fuckboy."
"Let go of me!" he breathed, frowning as she was actually slightly hurting him. Breathing was a bit difficult with her rear pushing against his small midsection. "Get the fuck off me!"
"Calm down." Her smirk was gone now and he felt how she moved his wrists to be able to keep both of them in place with only one hand. The other was moving down to his face, her index finger lying down his lower lip. "Relax, Noel. Everything is fine, I am not your enemy." He was still resisting until the stopped moving, looking up at her, trying to get more air. "Okay now?"
"Yes." His cheeks were flushed and he looked everything else than calm. Trusting him, however, she freed his wrists and slid off his belly. She heard him taking a deep breath. It made her feel sorry. Noel was such a gentle boy. She probably was weighing twenty kilograms more than him without being chubby at all. All muscles.
"Everything okay, Noel?" she asked him. Looking down for the moment, she saw the other PDA which was showing a photograph of Ezrael. When she looked back to Noel again, she felt pain rushing through her face as he had given her a hard slap with his flat hand against her cheek. It actually hurt.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" he asked her, picking up the PDA with the photograph to close the image viewer. While she was just staring at him in disbelief, he was passing by, aiming for the other PDA.
"I guess you didn't want anyone to see that picture," Lorena deduced, a hand cupping her red cheek, watching him picking up the other PDA. Only now she realized tears running down his cheeks. "Hey, listen, I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you, look what you're doing all alone down here, okay? I didn't know you wanted to be alone, you know. Like, you could have been unconscious or something. Stuck."
Noel looked down at the drawing, wiping the tears off with the sleeve of his suit.
"You're very talented, you know? It's pretty cool. You should show it to Ez." Damn, she felt bad right now.
"N-no. I, no." He closed the drawing app, judgingly looking over to Lorena. "Fuck..."
"Are you gay?" she asked him, wondering why he was making such a big deal of that picture.
"Wha- No!?" He shook his head, blushing again. "I draw things for my own, I draw all kinds of things. You just caught me drawing him like this, I have other pictures of him that aren't like this!" Only now he realized that that didn't make it better.
She smirked at him. "I like that picture." She moved closer to him, patting his shoulder. "Show me the other pictures or I tell everyone you're gay." It was more of a joke.
"Fuck you, I'm not gay, god damn it!" he yelled at her, frowning. "He's a fucking porn actor, of course I draw him a bit like that. He probably likes to be seen like that..." Hesitating, he looked at Lorena, then he showed her the PDA again.
"Awesome! Noel, that's really cool! Like an anime hero!" She was really impressed, the pictures were pretty well done, she found. "Why don't you show him these pictures? He'll love them, for sure!"
The blush on his face remained, however it was less out of anger and embarrassment now but out of shyness. Swiping with his finger on the display, he showed her the last picture. "I don't want him to think I'm gay for drawing him like this... it's just, I like drawing people like this. That's why I don't show anyone those pictures."
"I see. This is a cute one. Hitting the nail with his gesture. And his handsome face." She chuckled. "So, you're really not gay?" she asked him, looking into his eyes. He shook his head, closing the image browser again, turning the PDA off. "Good! Then you and I can have a dinner together this evening, right? In my room, at twenty-one. I heard the Captain bought you a fuckload of new clothes. Would be an opportunity for you to wear something else than these rubber suits."
Noel looked at her, overwhelmed and without much sign of sentience in his eyes. That was something he hadn't expected at all. "Alter Dude, I just slapped you. Are you for real?"
She smirked at him, biting her lower lip to tease him. "It's a chance for each of us to make up for what just happened here, don't you agree?" Without him getting a chance to argue with her, pecked his cheek. "Nine PM, Noel. Don't let me wait. Only gay people do that."
Watching her crawling to next junction, Noel remained seated. What the hell did just happen?
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-13-2018
July 5th, 825 - Sigma-21
Walking up and down in his room, Noel felt uncomfortable and restless. The young boy bit the insides of his cheeks, kneading them, then walked to the wall, leaning his forehead against it while sighing. Then he moved over to the bed, laying down arms and legs spread, facing the ceiling of his room. Exhaling in annoyance, he stood up again, brushing through his hair to get it into shape again. He needed advice. Luckily, he had a very good friend who mastered the related topic. Noel aimed for the door and just as it opened, he bumped into Ezrael's chest face-first. Two strawberries fell to the ground and while Noel was trying to grasp what just happened, Ezrael went on his knees to pick them up. One of them left a little smear on the metal floor, but Ezrael simply put both of them into his mouth. Seeing the Captain kneeling infront of him, Noel gave him a confused look, while Ezrael stood up again, offering him a bowl of strawberries while chewing the two in his mouth.
"Mhere, mtry hsome," Ezrael sounded while chewing and smirking at him. Noel chuckled for a moment, he found that situation funny. Taking the invitation, the boy tried a strawberry from the bowl. They were fresh and juicy. Very tasty!
"Mmm!" Noel sounded, looking up at Ezrael, who nodded in agreement, taking another one to munch on. Swallowing, he gave his mentor a sheepish smile. "Ez, I, eh... could you, eh, I need..."
"Dog! Chainsaw! Lawyer!" Ezrael sounded, wanting to guess what Noel was trying to say. The boy chuckled with a bit of a blush, trying to form his sentence while Ezrael continued to give him weird nouns. "Acrobat! Monkey butler!"
"I need advice!" Noel sounded with an awkward smile and Ezrael stopped with the shenanigans, taking another strawberry while looking expectingly at Noel. "I, uh, am about to... have a date... with Lorena. In less than two hours..."
Ezrael's mouth formed a perfect o-shape. Something he adapted from Maren. "That's of course better than the monkey butler. So, less than two hours and you need a few tips how to deal with her?"
Noel nodded, looking at the bowl of strawberries. His voice turned very silent for the next sentence. "I, uh, never dated someone before..."
Ezrael didn't react to that, at least not visibly. He took another strawberry and chewed on it while staring at Noel without much expression. After a little awkward moment of silence, he pushed the boy into his room, following him in there. The door closed and Ezrael aimed for Noel's bed, laying down on it while looking at Noel, once more taking a strawberry. "You're 23 and a virgin?" Ezrael asked him quietly, then stuffed his mouth with the tasty fruit in his hand.
Noel nodded, feeling slightly uncomfortable to admit it. "You know, you don't get to meet many people when you're stuck on a ship with your parents," the boy explained, looking at the Curacaoan in his bed. "I was in the maintenance shafts, idling around there when Lorena showed up, surprising me. We had a little talk, she kissed me on my cheek and said she expects me at nine for a dinner."
"Oh boy. Was just a matter of time for that to happen," Ezrael said, smirking at Noel. "She started to use her perfume again when you joined the crew. I think you've successfully ignored many subtle hints of her being interested in you, Noel. So I guess she's playing the predator now." His hand was fishing for another strawberry in the bowl. "Lucky boy. She's pretty good in bed."
Noel blushed heavily. "Y-you mean she'll go for i-it right after the dinner!?" He gulped, starting to sweat slightly.
Ezrael laughed, putting down the bowl on Noel's nightstand. "You'll be her dinner. So have you prepared yourself a bit already?"
The rheinlandian boy gave the Captain a flat look. "Prepared as in...?"
"Well, when did you shower last?"
"In the morning," Noel replied.
It caused Ezrael to shake his head. "That's like twelve hours ago by now, too risky. Take another shower, shave yourself, style up. The three S's, Noel. Do that right before a date, no matter what." Noel let his fingers slide over his facial skin. There were no stubbles at all. Ezrael noticed that. "Not there." He pointed at Noel's crotch. "When I undressed and cleaned you after the fight on Livadia, I saw that. You need to shave there, and once you did, you'll need to do it every day. Otherwise it'll itch from regrowing."
Noel blushed again, averting his eyes. "I didn't know you cleaned me..." the boy sounded in embarrassment.
That made Ezrael chuckle, and he moved to the edge of the bed to sit there. "I'm a professional, Noel. I'm also the only person next to Dr. Carr who studied the human body. In my days as teacher, I taught first-aid at the college. My classes were actually pretty well visited." The Captain smirked, remembering those days. "What I mean to say is that you don't need to feel shame infront of me. Or infront of Lorena. You're a pretty cute boy, nothing can go wrong. And now grab a shower and get rid of that elephant fro."
Gulping, Noel aimed for the bathroom. In there, he unzipped his Apahanta suit and undressed himself, only to be met with Ezrael's whistling. He turned around, seeing Ezrael standing in the door frame, smirking at the naked boy. "Make sure you clean your sphincter as best as you can. Girls are adventurous sometimes." Noel threw a glance with a mix of a frown and an apologetic look at Ezrael. It was awkward, Noel felt, but he knew Ezrael had seen him naked at least twice already, and with his history of womanizing, he really was a professional. Resisting he urge to cover his private parts, he just accepted that this man saw him naked. After all, he had seen Ezrael on one or two videos as well.
Razor foam was being washed down the drain in the shower stall. Noel felt hot and incredibly awkward, keeping his eyes closed for the duration of the shower. There was a certain embarrassment to it. He heard the shaver hitting the wall of the shower stall a few times. After a few more moments, Noel felt and saw the difference. "Done." Ezrael was standing up, drips of water on his suit. He moved over to the sink and grabbed the towel, wiping the pearls of water off, then handing the towel to Noel, who turned off the shower. "Lorena will appreciate it. You need to be careful when you do that on your own, though, as cuts down there look pretty dumb."
Noel stepped out of the shower cell, his head still flushed in red while drying himself off. "Please don't tell anyone that you just did that. Lorena already thought I was gay..."
"That's funny, right? They see you hanging out with your best buddy and don't see you in a relationship with a woman. Leon's parents thought he was gay because he was hanging out with me all day while he wasn't not telling them of the parties we threw at my home ship. But then again, his parents are really dumb and don't pay much attention to anything their son does." Ezrael looked at the stuff standing on the sink. A deo spray, the razor foam and the shaver they just used, toothbrush, toothpaste, a tube of iron supplement and hairspray. "Apahanta, turn on the blow driers," the Captain commanded and the ship complied. The cozy feeling of hot air caressing his skin gave Noel goosebumps. The sound was soothing, similar to the sound of the ship's engines. He felt Ezrael taking the towel, rubbing his head just gentle enough to not be rough about it.
"Did you do such things with Leon as well?" Noel asked, feeling Ezrael taking his hand to lift his arm, toweling him. By now it was a bit less weird until Ezrael went on his knee to wipe his lower body dry.
"Sort of. Leon and I felt no shame infront of each other after sharing some girls, if you understand what I mean," Ezrael explained, carefully pushing the towel against Noel's private parts. "In the first days he was like you about that, all embarrassed, caring for his reputation. He realized rather quickly how unnecessary that is, looking at how many girls he had since the beginning of our friendship. They were only asking whether he was into men until he was known for being into women. And since you're dating Lorena tonight, you don't need to be worried at all, either." He lifted Noel's left foot, rubbing the towel against the sole. It tickled.
"How many women did you have, Ezrael?" Noel asked him, mostly to not have an awkward silence while his blood was everywhere but not where it belonged. Ezrael lifted his other foot, and Noel couldn't help but chuckled when he felt the cloth tickling him between his toes. As his mentor stood up, he leaned forward, whispering something into Noel's ear. Even with the blow driers being rather loud, he was pretty sure he understood him correctly, which made Noel's lips form an o.
"I noticed you don't have perfume here. I'll get you mine quickly. And then we look at your outfit for tonight," Ezrael said told him, brushing his fingers through Noel's brown hair. "You can brush your teeth in the meantime."
So he did. Ezrael left the bathroom, leaving the boy alone so he grabbed the toothbrush and put a big blob of toothpaste on it. Cleaning his teeth, Noel looked at the mirror, seeing himself. His hair was all over the place right now, the ends of it still wet. His cheeks were red, almost burning. Seeing himself like that, he wasn't able to imagine him ending up with a girl like Lorena at all. Yet time was running.
Spitting out the slimy mixture of toothpaste and saliva, Noel cleaned the sink and then his mouth, realizing that was the wrong order so he cleaned the sink again. Looking up into the mirror again, he noticed Ezrael standing behind him. Turning around to face the Captain, he looked at what he held in his hand. "Here, try that one," Ezrael said, however not handing it to Noel but spraying it once against the left, then the right side of his neck, and then a final time against his lower body. Noel took in the scent. That was Ezrael's perfume, for sure. Sweet and fruity. It was a refreshing scent. And an expensive one, as Noel figured out by looking at the emblem on the perfume.
"It's a nice smell," Noel sounded, smiling. Ezrael nodded in agreement, taking the boy by the hand to pull him out of the bathroom, the blow driers kept doing their job.
"Now that you have a few clothes, you need to figure out what works well with another. It's a date, so you can't just wear something too comfortable. Lorena will appreciate it when you put some effort into it, as she will do the same. She's probably doing the same as we do right now." Ezrael sat down at the edge of Noel's bed again while Noel stood infront of his cabinet, looking at all the folded T-shirts and stuff, then at Ezrael.
"So what do I wear?" Noel asked him.
"Underwear is a good start." Ezrael smirked back at Noel, as the boy was still naked. So Noel turned to the cabinet again and pulled out a pair of black boxers with stripes on them. "Eh. Trust me on this one, take dark medium grey ones. Same with socks." Noel gave Ezrael a questioning look, which was answered with an expecting nodding from Ezrael.
Noel retrieved what Ezrael wanted and turned around to present it to him. Another nod, so Noel finally covered his private parts. "Why though?"
"You can't see stains on dark grey underwear. Like, women like to tease you, and it looks less inviting when they see you being as wet as them," Ezrael explained. "And grey socks never look dirty. You see it on white and black socks instantly when the floor wasn't clean."
Noel never had thought about that. "Clever," the boy commented and put on the grey socks. "And now?"
"You're a very thin boy, so you should wear something slim-fit. Either a dark-blue jeans with a bit of highlighting or simply black. Many women like thin-legged men, so you should show what you have. Both works perfectly well with a studded belt. Just one, though. And a white longshirt, either without sleeves or with long, skin-tight sleeves. And wristbands, as many as you have."
Noel nodded, fetching all these things from the cabinet. He was surprised Ezrael still knew all the things they bought at Niigata. A few moments passed and Noel was dressed-up. Looking down at himself, he agreed. This was looking good. He smirked at Ezrael, feeling more comfortable and confident. Many colorful wristbands decorated his wrists. "Usually, if you go on a date like that, you'd round it up with a black leather jacket, you can't do anything wrong with them anytime. Since the dinner will be in her quarters, which is literally on the other side of the hallway, that would look awkward, so you're currently perfectly dressed. Now we just need to finish your hair and then I'll give you something you should always have with you," Ezrael said, standing up to take Noel back to the bathroom.
"But you do know how it'll be to be in bed with her, right? You know what to do then?" Ezrael asked his student, grabbing the straightening iron, turning it on. "Apahanta, please turn the blow driers into breeze mode." The stream of wind from the ceiling was now rather cool. It was a bit uncomfortablly fresh, Noel found. "Lean against me and don't move," Ezrael said quietly, pulling Noel against his chest, keeping his head in place while beginning to straighten Noel's hair. The iron was hot and Noel understood why Ezrael made the blow driers blow cold air against him. He knew too well how he started to sweat when using the straigthener usually. Giving Ezrael full control, Noel remained in place.
"I guess she'll make the first move and I just give her what she wants?" the Rheinlandian said, more as a question. Ezrael was really careful with the tool, not wanting to hurt Noel. That was somewhat nice. So much care.
"The order of things is important, and that you're patient. You'll need to keep your eyes on her, try to read her body language. Lorena, luckily for you, is a predator, so it's rather easy. Maren for example was hard to master. I never knew what she actually wanted and expected until she turned into a horrible slut," Ezrael said, smirking at Noel's reflection in the mirror. "It's like a dance, and since Lorena is the dominant one, let her lead. Just mirror what she does, and if she likes something, it'll last longer. We men are unfortunately in the position where we need to treat women like princesses. They know we want them and they play with their prey like cats do."
"So what does that mean exactly?" Noel asked him, not really getting the point.
Ezrael chuckled, taking the next strands of Noel's hair to straighten them. "That means you'll do what she wants for 80% of the time. That's not necessarily bad as she'll allow you to take lead somewhen, and I can guarantee you you'll get treated like a prince in return. Just keep the order in mind: Making out, oral pleasure, the actual act and the afterglow. Make sure you don't fall asleep after the act as she'll want to cuddle with you."
"Uh, you slept with her a few times, right?" Noel asked him, feeling his head getting pushed to the side so he lay it lopsided. Ezrael took another bunch of strands and flattened them.
"Yeah, I did."
"I'm not experienced and not equipped like you, so... uh, isn't that a guaranteed disappointment already?"
Once more, Ezrael chuckled, holding a flattened strand of hair away from Noel's ear as it was still hot. He didn't want to hurt him. "No. Not at all. You're perfectly equipped the way you are equipped, Noel. Let her teach you, she'll enjoy that probably just as much. Just don't pretend you have more experience than you have. Be honest with her, and everything will be fine. It's a bit like with eating a nice dessert. One day, you like cheesecake. The other day, you might want some ice cream. And today you'll be her ice-cream."
The boy smirked at that comparison. There was a moment of silence. Ezrael finished Noel's hair, being very satisfied with the results. Putting the straigthening iron in the sink, he grabbed the hairspray and moved his other hand under Noel's front hair, covering his eyes and his forehead like that. "Hold your breath." Noel inhaled deeply and audibly and shortly after it he heard the hair spray whooshing around his head. Keeping his eyes closed, he heard Ezrael putting the spray away again and felt him doing some finishing touches with his hair. "Done. Now there's one thing left, I need you to come with me for that."
Noel opened his eyes, seeing himself in the mirror with Ezrael still behind him, his hands on Noel's shoulders. He felt great now. He was looking good. This was a good feeling! Smirking up to Ezrael in the mirror, he nodded. Like that, they moved and left the room. Following his mentor, feeling really enthusiastic now, he entered the Captain's quarters with him, and Ezrael aimed for the nightstand. "Come here, Noel," Ezrael said, opening the drawer. Noel realized what he was talking about earlier. The Curacaoan took a condom wrapper out of the drawer, showing it to Noel. "Never ever rely on women when it comes to contraceptives. Always have condoms with you. Condoms and bubblegum." He also handed him a little pack of chewing gum, smirking at him. "If you didn't eat anything fruity for dinner, take a gum after it. She'll enjoy you more when your breath isn't smelly, or spicy."
Noel looked at the condom wrapper, then rather curiously into the drawer as there were others as well. Ezrael saw that, smirking. The others were mostly for non-standard sizes. "You know, it might end up being a long night," Ezrael added, picking three more condoms, handing them to Noel. "That's all, I think. Put them into your pockets."
Ezrael closed the drawer and stood up again while Noel put the condoms and the pack of bubble gum away. "Thank you..." Noel hugged his Captain, giving him a tight squeeze. What a great friend he finally had. Smiling, Ezrael embraced him as well.
"Mhere, mtry hsome," Ezrael sounded while chewing and smirking at him. Noel chuckled for a moment, he found that situation funny. Taking the invitation, the boy tried a strawberry from the bowl. They were fresh and juicy. Very tasty!
"Mmm!" Noel sounded, looking up at Ezrael, who nodded in agreement, taking another one to munch on. Swallowing, he gave his mentor a sheepish smile. "Ez, I, eh... could you, eh, I need..."
"Dog! Chainsaw! Lawyer!" Ezrael sounded, wanting to guess what Noel was trying to say. The boy chuckled with a bit of a blush, trying to form his sentence while Ezrael continued to give him weird nouns. "Acrobat! Monkey butler!"
"I need advice!" Noel sounded with an awkward smile and Ezrael stopped with the shenanigans, taking another strawberry while looking expectingly at Noel. "I, uh, am about to... have a date... with Lorena. In less than two hours..."
Ezrael's mouth formed a perfect o-shape. Something he adapted from Maren. "That's of course better than the monkey butler. So, less than two hours and you need a few tips how to deal with her?"
Noel nodded, looking at the bowl of strawberries. His voice turned very silent for the next sentence. "I, uh, never dated someone before..."
Ezrael didn't react to that, at least not visibly. He took another strawberry and chewed on it while staring at Noel without much expression. After a little awkward moment of silence, he pushed the boy into his room, following him in there. The door closed and Ezrael aimed for Noel's bed, laying down on it while looking at Noel, once more taking a strawberry. "You're 23 and a virgin?" Ezrael asked him quietly, then stuffed his mouth with the tasty fruit in his hand.
Noel nodded, feeling slightly uncomfortable to admit it. "You know, you don't get to meet many people when you're stuck on a ship with your parents," the boy explained, looking at the Curacaoan in his bed. "I was in the maintenance shafts, idling around there when Lorena showed up, surprising me. We had a little talk, she kissed me on my cheek and said she expects me at nine for a dinner."
"Oh boy. Was just a matter of time for that to happen," Ezrael said, smirking at Noel. "She started to use her perfume again when you joined the crew. I think you've successfully ignored many subtle hints of her being interested in you, Noel. So I guess she's playing the predator now." His hand was fishing for another strawberry in the bowl. "Lucky boy. She's pretty good in bed."
Noel blushed heavily. "Y-you mean she'll go for i-it right after the dinner!?" He gulped, starting to sweat slightly.
Ezrael laughed, putting down the bowl on Noel's nightstand. "You'll be her dinner. So have you prepared yourself a bit already?"
The rheinlandian boy gave the Captain a flat look. "Prepared as in...?"
"Well, when did you shower last?"
"In the morning," Noel replied.
It caused Ezrael to shake his head. "That's like twelve hours ago by now, too risky. Take another shower, shave yourself, style up. The three S's, Noel. Do that right before a date, no matter what." Noel let his fingers slide over his facial skin. There were no stubbles at all. Ezrael noticed that. "Not there." He pointed at Noel's crotch. "When I undressed and cleaned you after the fight on Livadia, I saw that. You need to shave there, and once you did, you'll need to do it every day. Otherwise it'll itch from regrowing."
Noel blushed again, averting his eyes. "I didn't know you cleaned me..." the boy sounded in embarrassment.
That made Ezrael chuckle, and he moved to the edge of the bed to sit there. "I'm a professional, Noel. I'm also the only person next to Dr. Carr who studied the human body. In my days as teacher, I taught first-aid at the college. My classes were actually pretty well visited." The Captain smirked, remembering those days. "What I mean to say is that you don't need to feel shame infront of me. Or infront of Lorena. You're a pretty cute boy, nothing can go wrong. And now grab a shower and get rid of that elephant fro."
Gulping, Noel aimed for the bathroom. In there, he unzipped his Apahanta suit and undressed himself, only to be met with Ezrael's whistling. He turned around, seeing Ezrael standing in the door frame, smirking at the naked boy. "Make sure you clean your sphincter as best as you can. Girls are adventurous sometimes." Noel threw a glance with a mix of a frown and an apologetic look at Ezrael. It was awkward, Noel felt, but he knew Ezrael had seen him naked at least twice already, and with his history of womanizing, he really was a professional. Resisting he urge to cover his private parts, he just accepted that this man saw him naked. After all, he had seen Ezrael on one or two videos as well.
Razor foam was being washed down the drain in the shower stall. Noel felt hot and incredibly awkward, keeping his eyes closed for the duration of the shower. There was a certain embarrassment to it. He heard the shaver hitting the wall of the shower stall a few times. After a few more moments, Noel felt and saw the difference. "Done." Ezrael was standing up, drips of water on his suit. He moved over to the sink and grabbed the towel, wiping the pearls of water off, then handing the towel to Noel, who turned off the shower. "Lorena will appreciate it. You need to be careful when you do that on your own, though, as cuts down there look pretty dumb."
Noel stepped out of the shower cell, his head still flushed in red while drying himself off. "Please don't tell anyone that you just did that. Lorena already thought I was gay..."
"That's funny, right? They see you hanging out with your best buddy and don't see you in a relationship with a woman. Leon's parents thought he was gay because he was hanging out with me all day while he wasn't not telling them of the parties we threw at my home ship. But then again, his parents are really dumb and don't pay much attention to anything their son does." Ezrael looked at the stuff standing on the sink. A deo spray, the razor foam and the shaver they just used, toothbrush, toothpaste, a tube of iron supplement and hairspray. "Apahanta, turn on the blow driers," the Captain commanded and the ship complied. The cozy feeling of hot air caressing his skin gave Noel goosebumps. The sound was soothing, similar to the sound of the ship's engines. He felt Ezrael taking the towel, rubbing his head just gentle enough to not be rough about it.
"Did you do such things with Leon as well?" Noel asked, feeling Ezrael taking his hand to lift his arm, toweling him. By now it was a bit less weird until Ezrael went on his knee to wipe his lower body dry.
"Sort of. Leon and I felt no shame infront of each other after sharing some girls, if you understand what I mean," Ezrael explained, carefully pushing the towel against Noel's private parts. "In the first days he was like you about that, all embarrassed, caring for his reputation. He realized rather quickly how unnecessary that is, looking at how many girls he had since the beginning of our friendship. They were only asking whether he was into men until he was known for being into women. And since you're dating Lorena tonight, you don't need to be worried at all, either." He lifted Noel's left foot, rubbing the towel against the sole. It tickled.
"How many women did you have, Ezrael?" Noel asked him, mostly to not have an awkward silence while his blood was everywhere but not where it belonged. Ezrael lifted his other foot, and Noel couldn't help but chuckled when he felt the cloth tickling him between his toes. As his mentor stood up, he leaned forward, whispering something into Noel's ear. Even with the blow driers being rather loud, he was pretty sure he understood him correctly, which made Noel's lips form an o.
"I noticed you don't have perfume here. I'll get you mine quickly. And then we look at your outfit for tonight," Ezrael said told him, brushing his fingers through Noel's brown hair. "You can brush your teeth in the meantime."
So he did. Ezrael left the bathroom, leaving the boy alone so he grabbed the toothbrush and put a big blob of toothpaste on it. Cleaning his teeth, Noel looked at the mirror, seeing himself. His hair was all over the place right now, the ends of it still wet. His cheeks were red, almost burning. Seeing himself like that, he wasn't able to imagine him ending up with a girl like Lorena at all. Yet time was running.
Spitting out the slimy mixture of toothpaste and saliva, Noel cleaned the sink and then his mouth, realizing that was the wrong order so he cleaned the sink again. Looking up into the mirror again, he noticed Ezrael standing behind him. Turning around to face the Captain, he looked at what he held in his hand. "Here, try that one," Ezrael said, however not handing it to Noel but spraying it once against the left, then the right side of his neck, and then a final time against his lower body. Noel took in the scent. That was Ezrael's perfume, for sure. Sweet and fruity. It was a refreshing scent. And an expensive one, as Noel figured out by looking at the emblem on the perfume.
"It's a nice smell," Noel sounded, smiling. Ezrael nodded in agreement, taking the boy by the hand to pull him out of the bathroom, the blow driers kept doing their job.
"Now that you have a few clothes, you need to figure out what works well with another. It's a date, so you can't just wear something too comfortable. Lorena will appreciate it when you put some effort into it, as she will do the same. She's probably doing the same as we do right now." Ezrael sat down at the edge of Noel's bed again while Noel stood infront of his cabinet, looking at all the folded T-shirts and stuff, then at Ezrael.
"So what do I wear?" Noel asked him.
"Underwear is a good start." Ezrael smirked back at Noel, as the boy was still naked. So Noel turned to the cabinet again and pulled out a pair of black boxers with stripes on them. "Eh. Trust me on this one, take dark medium grey ones. Same with socks." Noel gave Ezrael a questioning look, which was answered with an expecting nodding from Ezrael.
Noel retrieved what Ezrael wanted and turned around to present it to him. Another nod, so Noel finally covered his private parts. "Why though?"
"You can't see stains on dark grey underwear. Like, women like to tease you, and it looks less inviting when they see you being as wet as them," Ezrael explained. "And grey socks never look dirty. You see it on white and black socks instantly when the floor wasn't clean."
Noel never had thought about that. "Clever," the boy commented and put on the grey socks. "And now?"
"You're a very thin boy, so you should wear something slim-fit. Either a dark-blue jeans with a bit of highlighting or simply black. Many women like thin-legged men, so you should show what you have. Both works perfectly well with a studded belt. Just one, though. And a white longshirt, either without sleeves or with long, skin-tight sleeves. And wristbands, as many as you have."
Noel nodded, fetching all these things from the cabinet. He was surprised Ezrael still knew all the things they bought at Niigata. A few moments passed and Noel was dressed-up. Looking down at himself, he agreed. This was looking good. He smirked at Ezrael, feeling more comfortable and confident. Many colorful wristbands decorated his wrists. "Usually, if you go on a date like that, you'd round it up with a black leather jacket, you can't do anything wrong with them anytime. Since the dinner will be in her quarters, which is literally on the other side of the hallway, that would look awkward, so you're currently perfectly dressed. Now we just need to finish your hair and then I'll give you something you should always have with you," Ezrael said, standing up to take Noel back to the bathroom.
"But you do know how it'll be to be in bed with her, right? You know what to do then?" Ezrael asked his student, grabbing the straightening iron, turning it on. "Apahanta, please turn the blow driers into breeze mode." The stream of wind from the ceiling was now rather cool. It was a bit uncomfortablly fresh, Noel found. "Lean against me and don't move," Ezrael said quietly, pulling Noel against his chest, keeping his head in place while beginning to straighten Noel's hair. The iron was hot and Noel understood why Ezrael made the blow driers blow cold air against him. He knew too well how he started to sweat when using the straigthener usually. Giving Ezrael full control, Noel remained in place.
"I guess she'll make the first move and I just give her what she wants?" the Rheinlandian said, more as a question. Ezrael was really careful with the tool, not wanting to hurt Noel. That was somewhat nice. So much care.
"The order of things is important, and that you're patient. You'll need to keep your eyes on her, try to read her body language. Lorena, luckily for you, is a predator, so it's rather easy. Maren for example was hard to master. I never knew what she actually wanted and expected until she turned into a horrible slut," Ezrael said, smirking at Noel's reflection in the mirror. "It's like a dance, and since Lorena is the dominant one, let her lead. Just mirror what she does, and if she likes something, it'll last longer. We men are unfortunately in the position where we need to treat women like princesses. They know we want them and they play with their prey like cats do."
"So what does that mean exactly?" Noel asked him, not really getting the point.
Ezrael chuckled, taking the next strands of Noel's hair to straighten them. "That means you'll do what she wants for 80% of the time. That's not necessarily bad as she'll allow you to take lead somewhen, and I can guarantee you you'll get treated like a prince in return. Just keep the order in mind: Making out, oral pleasure, the actual act and the afterglow. Make sure you don't fall asleep after the act as she'll want to cuddle with you."
"Uh, you slept with her a few times, right?" Noel asked him, feeling his head getting pushed to the side so he lay it lopsided. Ezrael took another bunch of strands and flattened them.
"Yeah, I did."
"I'm not experienced and not equipped like you, so... uh, isn't that a guaranteed disappointment already?"
Once more, Ezrael chuckled, holding a flattened strand of hair away from Noel's ear as it was still hot. He didn't want to hurt him. "No. Not at all. You're perfectly equipped the way you are equipped, Noel. Let her teach you, she'll enjoy that probably just as much. Just don't pretend you have more experience than you have. Be honest with her, and everything will be fine. It's a bit like with eating a nice dessert. One day, you like cheesecake. The other day, you might want some ice cream. And today you'll be her ice-cream."
The boy smirked at that comparison. There was a moment of silence. Ezrael finished Noel's hair, being very satisfied with the results. Putting the straigthening iron in the sink, he grabbed the hairspray and moved his other hand under Noel's front hair, covering his eyes and his forehead like that. "Hold your breath." Noel inhaled deeply and audibly and shortly after it he heard the hair spray whooshing around his head. Keeping his eyes closed, he heard Ezrael putting the spray away again and felt him doing some finishing touches with his hair. "Done. Now there's one thing left, I need you to come with me for that."
Noel opened his eyes, seeing himself in the mirror with Ezrael still behind him, his hands on Noel's shoulders. He felt great now. He was looking good. This was a good feeling! Smirking up to Ezrael in the mirror, he nodded. Like that, they moved and left the room. Following his mentor, feeling really enthusiastic now, he entered the Captain's quarters with him, and Ezrael aimed for the nightstand. "Come here, Noel," Ezrael said, opening the drawer. Noel realized what he was talking about earlier. The Curacaoan took a condom wrapper out of the drawer, showing it to Noel. "Never ever rely on women when it comes to contraceptives. Always have condoms with you. Condoms and bubblegum." He also handed him a little pack of chewing gum, smirking at him. "If you didn't eat anything fruity for dinner, take a gum after it. She'll enjoy you more when your breath isn't smelly, or spicy."
Noel looked at the condom wrapper, then rather curiously into the drawer as there were others as well. Ezrael saw that, smirking. The others were mostly for non-standard sizes. "You know, it might end up being a long night," Ezrael added, picking three more condoms, handing them to Noel. "That's all, I think. Put them into your pockets."
Ezrael closed the drawer and stood up again while Noel put the condoms and the pack of bubble gum away. "Thank you..." Noel hugged his Captain, giving him a tight squeeze. What a great friend he finally had. Smiling, Ezrael embraced him as well.
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-19-2018
July 5th, 825 - Sigma-21
Standing infront of Lorena's room, Ezrael and Noel stared at the door. The confidence Noel had was on the run, now that he was about to enter the den of the lion. Ezrael patted the boy's shoulder. "Ready, Noel?"
No. "Yes."
"Remember, don't eat too much. Just a bit. Bubblegum if you think your breath is affected by the food. Lock the door if you need to go on toilet. If you feel sweaty in your boxers, pretend you need to pee and go to the bathroom, clean yourself quickly. Don't panic, and do tell her it is your first time. Don't pretend you had it already. Be honest." Noel gulped as he heard him saying that. Admitting to be a virgin with 23 was somewhat challenging. Of course, being a virgin with 23 wasn't much better. Ezrael gave Noel a push against his back, making him move to Lorena's door. "Have fun, Noel!"
Seeing Ezrael making his steps back to his own room, Noel waited for him to vanish. That didn't happen, as Ezrael remained in the door frame, his head literally sticking out to pry on Noel. The boy smirked awkwardly and turned to the door infront of him, knocking at it. He was met with a noise Ezrael made, a weird whistling. He looked over to Ezrael, who pointed at the door panel next to his door. Noel realized what he was hinting at, so he turned to Lorena's door again and reached for the door panel of her door. The door opened, the blond woman in her grey dress looked down at Noel, who in that moment let the door bell ring. Blushing, he chuckled awkwardly, looking up at her. "Hi!"
"Hello. Come in, our dinner is ready," Lorena sounded, stepping aside to allow Noel to enter her quarters. He did, taking in the view and the scent, while Lorena leaned out of the door, peeking over to Ezrael who did literally the same as she did. She smiled widely and showed him her middlefinger, just to disappear into her room. The dinner was waiting. The door closed and shortly after that, Ezrael's door closed as well.
Lorena's room wasn't special in any way. It was designed like most other bridge officer quarters, with holographic wall monitors to emulate any other scenery than a battleship room. A few pictures and photographic galleries at the wall of Lorena and a few crew members. Even a few pictures of Ezrael with her. Her bed was containing many fluffy blankets in lion-esque designs. Noel found himself seating at the table next to the wall, Lorena sitting down on the opposite side. Shy, he mostly looked at the plate, which made her chuckle. There was a very inviting looking chiwi drumstick on his plate, together with two slices of chiwi meat, cooked baby carrots, baked beans and two slices of lemon along with some decorative salad. It was very satisfying to look at, just like Lorena in her grey dress. It had a tight fit but didn't look as if it was uncomfortable for her to wear. The cloth only reached to her thighs' mid. A glass of red wine stood next to Noel's plate. "I'm glad you enjoy looking at my meat," Lorena sounded, smirking at him.
Noel raised his glance to her face, giving her an awkward smile. "Did you cook this yourself?" he asked her, being overwhelmed by the effort she must have put into all this. Did she want to impress him, he wondered.
"Well, with a bit of help from the KSRs, but yes, I did some parts of it. So prepare for it not being as perfectly done as our lunch meals, I probably made one or two mistakes. But, well, try it!" She took her cutlery and gave him an expecting look, smiling slightly in anticipation. Noel took fork and knife, pierced the drumstick and cut a slice off. It was steaming, with a seasoned peal. The scent was causing saliva to flow in his mouth and carefully he bit a piece of the chiwi slice off. It was the second time now that he got to try this expensive meat from the curacaoan bird. It was very tasty, soft meat with a honey-like note to it. He knew Ezrael loved it, as he had bought quite a bunch of frozen chiwi meat boxes which are stored in the food storage. But this was delicious! Noel carefully chew on the meat, looking up to Lorena who was waiting for his verdict. He smiled and nodded, which caused her to shine.
"The best meal I ever had," the boy sounded, swallowing and already aiming for the next cut.
And like that, they began to eat the dinner.
The lights on the corridors turned from white to blue, indicating night mode on the Apahanta. Sherry sat in her seat on the bridge, reading something on her PDA. The Apahanta just emerged from the Mekong Cloud and the sensors were readjusting, gaining back the ability to perform long-range scans. The flickering on the main screen ceased and displayed the beautiful Sigma-21 system again. The two suns, Planet Hanoi and Hai Phong, Planet Saigon, Battlegroup Bayern...
The Commander looked up at the screen, taking in the view. Battlegroup Bayern? It was moving. The fleet was moving to Saigon. "Apahanta, please summon Captain Vertiga to the bridge, at once."
No. "Yes."
"Remember, don't eat too much. Just a bit. Bubblegum if you think your breath is affected by the food. Lock the door if you need to go on toilet. If you feel sweaty in your boxers, pretend you need to pee and go to the bathroom, clean yourself quickly. Don't panic, and do tell her it is your first time. Don't pretend you had it already. Be honest." Noel gulped as he heard him saying that. Admitting to be a virgin with 23 was somewhat challenging. Of course, being a virgin with 23 wasn't much better. Ezrael gave Noel a push against his back, making him move to Lorena's door. "Have fun, Noel!"
Seeing Ezrael making his steps back to his own room, Noel waited for him to vanish. That didn't happen, as Ezrael remained in the door frame, his head literally sticking out to pry on Noel. The boy smirked awkwardly and turned to the door infront of him, knocking at it. He was met with a noise Ezrael made, a weird whistling. He looked over to Ezrael, who pointed at the door panel next to his door. Noel realized what he was hinting at, so he turned to Lorena's door again and reached for the door panel of her door. The door opened, the blond woman in her grey dress looked down at Noel, who in that moment let the door bell ring. Blushing, he chuckled awkwardly, looking up at her. "Hi!"
"Hello. Come in, our dinner is ready," Lorena sounded, stepping aside to allow Noel to enter her quarters. He did, taking in the view and the scent, while Lorena leaned out of the door, peeking over to Ezrael who did literally the same as she did. She smiled widely and showed him her middlefinger, just to disappear into her room. The dinner was waiting. The door closed and shortly after that, Ezrael's door closed as well.
Lorena's room wasn't special in any way. It was designed like most other bridge officer quarters, with holographic wall monitors to emulate any other scenery than a battleship room. A few pictures and photographic galleries at the wall of Lorena and a few crew members. Even a few pictures of Ezrael with her. Her bed was containing many fluffy blankets in lion-esque designs. Noel found himself seating at the table next to the wall, Lorena sitting down on the opposite side. Shy, he mostly looked at the plate, which made her chuckle. There was a very inviting looking chiwi drumstick on his plate, together with two slices of chiwi meat, cooked baby carrots, baked beans and two slices of lemon along with some decorative salad. It was very satisfying to look at, just like Lorena in her grey dress. It had a tight fit but didn't look as if it was uncomfortable for her to wear. The cloth only reached to her thighs' mid. A glass of red wine stood next to Noel's plate. "I'm glad you enjoy looking at my meat," Lorena sounded, smirking at him.
Noel raised his glance to her face, giving her an awkward smile. "Did you cook this yourself?" he asked her, being overwhelmed by the effort she must have put into all this. Did she want to impress him, he wondered.
"Well, with a bit of help from the KSRs, but yes, I did some parts of it. So prepare for it not being as perfectly done as our lunch meals, I probably made one or two mistakes. But, well, try it!" She took her cutlery and gave him an expecting look, smiling slightly in anticipation. Noel took fork and knife, pierced the drumstick and cut a slice off. It was steaming, with a seasoned peal. The scent was causing saliva to flow in his mouth and carefully he bit a piece of the chiwi slice off. It was the second time now that he got to try this expensive meat from the curacaoan bird. It was very tasty, soft meat with a honey-like note to it. He knew Ezrael loved it, as he had bought quite a bunch of frozen chiwi meat boxes which are stored in the food storage. But this was delicious! Noel carefully chew on the meat, looking up to Lorena who was waiting for his verdict. He smiled and nodded, which caused her to shine.
"The best meal I ever had," the boy sounded, swallowing and already aiming for the next cut.
And like that, they began to eat the dinner.
The lights on the corridors turned from white to blue, indicating night mode on the Apahanta. Sherry sat in her seat on the bridge, reading something on her PDA. The Apahanta just emerged from the Mekong Cloud and the sensors were readjusting, gaining back the ability to perform long-range scans. The flickering on the main screen ceased and displayed the beautiful Sigma-21 system again. The two suns, Planet Hanoi and Hai Phong, Planet Saigon, Battlegroup Bayern...
The Commander looked up at the screen, taking in the view. Battlegroup Bayern? It was moving. The fleet was moving to Saigon. "Apahanta, please summon Captain Vertiga to the bridge, at once."
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-19-2018
July 5th, 825 - Sigma-21
Ezrael and Sherry stood on bridge, facing the main screen. Horrible pictures. This was a nightmare.
"They are attacking the Ibusuki Construction Site. Just like that," Ezrael sounded in disbelieve. The Apahanta was still far away from the battle, yet it was easy to see what was going on with the two fleets, Rheinland and Kusari, meeting each other.
"The consequences of this will be horrible. Rheinland and Kusari will go to war, again." The Commander gulped, staring at the main screen. "Your orders, Captain?"
"We stay here, out of sight and in the distance. I'm sure there are groups that will want to see this from a neutral spectator's view. As long as the Apahanta is not endangered, we stay here, Sherry. Engage black alert, reduce EM emissions as best as possible and cut us from the neural net for now. I don't want any of them to know we're here." Ezrael moved to the Captain's seat, sitting down, once more staring at the main screen.
"There will be a lot of casualties out there, Ezrael. Rescue pods, distress calls," Sherry reminded him while sitting down next to him in her chair.
"Ignore them. We'll not get involved. Those are soldiers, they chose to life and die this way, and their superiors are responsible for recovery. Whoever wins this battle, the winner will decide what happens to the disabled ships, their crews and all the rescue pods." He took a deep breath. A nightmare torpedo was exploding, causing a bright spot on the main screen. "Apahanta, the crew's access to the ship's outer cameras."
"You know, any other person would find you boring, being silent the entire time," Lorena sounded, leaning back in her chair while facing the boy on the other side of the table. Her plate was empty with the exception of the mangled lemon slices.
Noel gave her an apologetic look. His mind was blank when it came to topics they could have talked about. "I-I'm sorry, it's just... this is my very first date."
Lorena chuckled at that. "You surely lack the sovereignty of Ezrael. I find that rather refreshing, to be honest. You don't need to be sorry for that." She smirked at him, sitting more and more relaxed in her chair. Noel suddenly shook as he felt her high heels stroking his leg.
Chaos was getting loose in his head and he stared at Lorena, who just smirked back at him. This was some serious movie shit! The boy gulped, looking at the glass of wine infront of him. "S-so, eh..." he stammered, feeling her foot working its way up, "It was a nice meal, Lorena. Very tasty. I, eh... we, we should repeat this a few times. Yeah, maybe tomorrow?"
"You didn't touch your wine, Noel. Don't you like it?" she asked her, ignoring his question while teasing him under the table. He looked so helpless to her, with his blushing cheeks. Feeling as if it was impolite to ignore the wine, Noel grabbed the glass, lifted it to his face to try a sip, then held it infront of him. Her high heel was suddenly pushing between his legs, which surprised him hard, causing him to spill some wine over him. The lower area of his longshirt was soaked in red wine, his pants as well. Lorena couldn't help but laugh about it, sitting up more adequately on her chair, meaning her feet would leave him alone for now.
Feeling embarrassed, Noel grabbed the napkin from the table and tried to wipe some of the thin moisture away, but it didn't help at all. Lorena stood up, walking over to him with her own napkin. "I'm sorry for that," she sounded and kneeled down next to him, looking up at him while pushing her napkin against his wet spots. Of course she smirked at him, while he merely sat there, helpless, feeling she was just toying with him the entire time.
"I-I-I better change my clothes," he sounded and hastily tried to stand up, which caused Lorena to stand up as well to block his way.
"I have a better idea," she sounded and took his hands, looking straight into his eyes. "I'll tell everyone you're gay and in love with the Captain the moment you leave my room." She smirked at him, rubbing the palm of one of his hands with her thumb. "Come."
Getting pulled to the bed by her, he felt slightly angry about her intention to sell him out infront of the crew if he was not playing along. This was humiliating, he thought. She was just teasing him, making him uncomfortable, on purpose. Was she sadistic? She pushed him into the bed, chuckling, and climbed over to him. "It's really your first date ever?" she asked him, obviously amused, enjoying herself quite a lot.
"Yes," he admitted, trying to avert his eyes from her, however she was sitting on his thighs, smirking down at his face.
"And did you enjoy it so far?" she asked him.
"Sort of. The scenery is quite nice. You put effort into it. I just don't know how to deal with this and your sadistic way of treating me."
She laughed at that. "Sadistic? I'm trying to loosen you a bit, Noel. Maybe you should have tried the wine before spilling it all over yourself, that would have helped to get you into the mood."
That triggered Noel. "Alter, also echt... Dude, for real... What do you expect to happen when you rub your shoe against my, erh, leg?"
Once more Lorena laughed about his reaction. "You're so cute, Noel. I really like you," she breathed and moved off, sitting down next to him. "At least you're talking to me now. Come, make it yourself comfortable here," she said, patting the spot next to her as she wanted him to lay down fully. "Out of your shoes."
Feeling uncomfortable, annoyed and wet because of the wine, he did as she asked, simply because he didn't want her to do what she threatened to do. The shoes dropped at the edge of the bed to the floor and he lay down on the bed, placing his head on one of her pillows. In the next moment, she positioned herself over him to lay down on him. Only now Noel realized he was in bed with a woman. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Lorena asked him, her face hovering over his.
There was a very warm feeling rushing through Noel's body, and he couldn't tell whether he liked it. "No. I never kissed before, I'm a virgin."
"Then I'll teach you. Just to what I do," she sounded and in the next moment already, before Noel could grasp it, she pushed her lips against his, her head slightly lopsided while her tongue was licking over his lips. "Open your mouth," she muffled into his face, just to have her tongue slide over his.
This was not bad at all, Noel felt. It was incredibly weird and surprisingly forward, but the sensation was suspiciously nice. Was that the reason why Ezrael seemed to be obsessed with women? Noel closed his eyes, trying to enjoy this, which became easier and easier. He felt sorry for her dress getting soaked by the moisture in his own clothes. There would probably be annoying red wine stains on the bed later as well.
"And, do you like it?" she asked him, smirking and taking her head back to leave him some time for breathing, which was needed very much so. His head was red.
"Why are you so forward about it? Not that it's not nice, but I don't know anything about you," he asked her, not believing this was realistic at all. "Don't you think it's weird to do that so quickly?"
She frowned at him. "Why would you want to make it more complicated than it needs to be? You knew what you'd have to expect when you came here, and I know you know." She chuckled, caressing his cheek. "I've lost friends here on this ship. They died, because space is dangerous. Sirius is on fire, and I don't want to waste my precious time with weird social constructs. We could be dead tomorrow already, or in the next second, or in fifty years, Noel. You never know when Death knocks at your door. So I want to have fun as long as it is possible."
That made sense, Noel thought. "Okay. I see."
"I know you do." She pecked him on his lips, which made him blush even more. Then she leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Curiously, Noel followed her movements with his eyes, seeing her taking plushy handcuffs out of there. She took his first hand and cuffed it to the bar at the headrest, then she did the same with the other hand. Once more she leaned over to the drawer and retrieved two other items.
"What are you going to do?" Noel asked her, feeling awkward getting cuffed like that. She didn't respond and instead blindfolded him with a long piece of cloth. "Hey, wait, don't just do that!"
"Don't panic, Noel." Unable to see what she was doing or defend himself, as she sat on his lower body and had his hands cuffed to the bed, he only felt how she sealed his mouth with duct tape. He was literally helpless now, and that is exactly how she wanted him to be. He felt how she lifted his long-shirt to uncover his torso, how she let her fingers trace along his skin, caressing it. She shifted away from his upper body, placing many little kisses on his belly, leading down further and further until he felt how she undid his belt. The best minutes of his life, so far, had begun.
Rheinland was invading at the same time and not much later, a large explosion occured and the Ibusuki Construction Site was flooded with a hot load from Rheinland, all over the place.
"They are attacking the Ibusuki Construction Site. Just like that," Ezrael sounded in disbelieve. The Apahanta was still far away from the battle, yet it was easy to see what was going on with the two fleets, Rheinland and Kusari, meeting each other.
"The consequences of this will be horrible. Rheinland and Kusari will go to war, again." The Commander gulped, staring at the main screen. "Your orders, Captain?"
"We stay here, out of sight and in the distance. I'm sure there are groups that will want to see this from a neutral spectator's view. As long as the Apahanta is not endangered, we stay here, Sherry. Engage black alert, reduce EM emissions as best as possible and cut us from the neural net for now. I don't want any of them to know we're here." Ezrael moved to the Captain's seat, sitting down, once more staring at the main screen.
"There will be a lot of casualties out there, Ezrael. Rescue pods, distress calls," Sherry reminded him while sitting down next to him in her chair.
"Ignore them. We'll not get involved. Those are soldiers, they chose to life and die this way, and their superiors are responsible for recovery. Whoever wins this battle, the winner will decide what happens to the disabled ships, their crews and all the rescue pods." He took a deep breath. A nightmare torpedo was exploding, causing a bright spot on the main screen. "Apahanta, the crew's access to the ship's outer cameras."
"You know, any other person would find you boring, being silent the entire time," Lorena sounded, leaning back in her chair while facing the boy on the other side of the table. Her plate was empty with the exception of the mangled lemon slices.
Noel gave her an apologetic look. His mind was blank when it came to topics they could have talked about. "I-I'm sorry, it's just... this is my very first date."
Lorena chuckled at that. "You surely lack the sovereignty of Ezrael. I find that rather refreshing, to be honest. You don't need to be sorry for that." She smirked at him, sitting more and more relaxed in her chair. Noel suddenly shook as he felt her high heels stroking his leg.
Chaos was getting loose in his head and he stared at Lorena, who just smirked back at him. This was some serious movie shit! The boy gulped, looking at the glass of wine infront of him. "S-so, eh..." he stammered, feeling her foot working its way up, "It was a nice meal, Lorena. Very tasty. I, eh... we, we should repeat this a few times. Yeah, maybe tomorrow?"
"You didn't touch your wine, Noel. Don't you like it?" she asked her, ignoring his question while teasing him under the table. He looked so helpless to her, with his blushing cheeks. Feeling as if it was impolite to ignore the wine, Noel grabbed the glass, lifted it to his face to try a sip, then held it infront of him. Her high heel was suddenly pushing between his legs, which surprised him hard, causing him to spill some wine over him. The lower area of his longshirt was soaked in red wine, his pants as well. Lorena couldn't help but laugh about it, sitting up more adequately on her chair, meaning her feet would leave him alone for now.
Feeling embarrassed, Noel grabbed the napkin from the table and tried to wipe some of the thin moisture away, but it didn't help at all. Lorena stood up, walking over to him with her own napkin. "I'm sorry for that," she sounded and kneeled down next to him, looking up at him while pushing her napkin against his wet spots. Of course she smirked at him, while he merely sat there, helpless, feeling she was just toying with him the entire time.
"I-I-I better change my clothes," he sounded and hastily tried to stand up, which caused Lorena to stand up as well to block his way.
"I have a better idea," she sounded and took his hands, looking straight into his eyes. "I'll tell everyone you're gay and in love with the Captain the moment you leave my room." She smirked at him, rubbing the palm of one of his hands with her thumb. "Come."
Getting pulled to the bed by her, he felt slightly angry about her intention to sell him out infront of the crew if he was not playing along. This was humiliating, he thought. She was just teasing him, making him uncomfortable, on purpose. Was she sadistic? She pushed him into the bed, chuckling, and climbed over to him. "It's really your first date ever?" she asked him, obviously amused, enjoying herself quite a lot.
"Yes," he admitted, trying to avert his eyes from her, however she was sitting on his thighs, smirking down at his face.
"And did you enjoy it so far?" she asked him.
"Sort of. The scenery is quite nice. You put effort into it. I just don't know how to deal with this and your sadistic way of treating me."
She laughed at that. "Sadistic? I'm trying to loosen you a bit, Noel. Maybe you should have tried the wine before spilling it all over yourself, that would have helped to get you into the mood."
That triggered Noel. "Alter, also echt... Dude, for real... What do you expect to happen when you rub your shoe against my, erh, leg?"
Once more Lorena laughed about his reaction. "You're so cute, Noel. I really like you," she breathed and moved off, sitting down next to him. "At least you're talking to me now. Come, make it yourself comfortable here," she said, patting the spot next to her as she wanted him to lay down fully. "Out of your shoes."
Feeling uncomfortable, annoyed and wet because of the wine, he did as she asked, simply because he didn't want her to do what she threatened to do. The shoes dropped at the edge of the bed to the floor and he lay down on the bed, placing his head on one of her pillows. In the next moment, she positioned herself over him to lay down on him. Only now Noel realized he was in bed with a woman. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Lorena asked him, her face hovering over his.
There was a very warm feeling rushing through Noel's body, and he couldn't tell whether he liked it. "No. I never kissed before, I'm a virgin."
"Then I'll teach you. Just to what I do," she sounded and in the next moment already, before Noel could grasp it, she pushed her lips against his, her head slightly lopsided while her tongue was licking over his lips. "Open your mouth," she muffled into his face, just to have her tongue slide over his.
This was not bad at all, Noel felt. It was incredibly weird and surprisingly forward, but the sensation was suspiciously nice. Was that the reason why Ezrael seemed to be obsessed with women? Noel closed his eyes, trying to enjoy this, which became easier and easier. He felt sorry for her dress getting soaked by the moisture in his own clothes. There would probably be annoying red wine stains on the bed later as well.
"And, do you like it?" she asked him, smirking and taking her head back to leave him some time for breathing, which was needed very much so. His head was red.
"Why are you so forward about it? Not that it's not nice, but I don't know anything about you," he asked her, not believing this was realistic at all. "Don't you think it's weird to do that so quickly?"
She frowned at him. "Why would you want to make it more complicated than it needs to be? You knew what you'd have to expect when you came here, and I know you know." She chuckled, caressing his cheek. "I've lost friends here on this ship. They died, because space is dangerous. Sirius is on fire, and I don't want to waste my precious time with weird social constructs. We could be dead tomorrow already, or in the next second, or in fifty years, Noel. You never know when Death knocks at your door. So I want to have fun as long as it is possible."
That made sense, Noel thought. "Okay. I see."
"I know you do." She pecked him on his lips, which made him blush even more. Then she leaned over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Curiously, Noel followed her movements with his eyes, seeing her taking plushy handcuffs out of there. She took his first hand and cuffed it to the bar at the headrest, then she did the same with the other hand. Once more she leaned over to the drawer and retrieved two other items.
"What are you going to do?" Noel asked her, feeling awkward getting cuffed like that. She didn't respond and instead blindfolded him with a long piece of cloth. "Hey, wait, don't just do that!"
"Don't panic, Noel." Unable to see what she was doing or defend himself, as she sat on his lower body and had his hands cuffed to the bed, he only felt how she sealed his mouth with duct tape. He was literally helpless now, and that is exactly how she wanted him to be. He felt how she lifted his long-shirt to uncover his torso, how she let her fingers trace along his skin, caressing it. She shifted away from his upper body, placing many little kisses on his belly, leading down further and further until he felt how she undid his belt. The best minutes of his life, so far, had begun.
Rheinland was invading at the same time and not much later, a large explosion occured and the Ibusuki Construction Site was flooded with a hot load from Rheinland, all over the place.
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-26-2018
July 25th, 825 - Omicron Kappa
Almost three weeks had passed and for now, the Apahanta had returned to Omicron Kappa after having witnessed the war efforts of Rheinland and Kusari in Sigma-21. Roaming around there was incredibly dangerous, yet once this melting pot was cooled down, it promised to contain a huge amount of wrecks that yet have to be looted. With that in mind, Ezrael gave order to leave the Sigmas for now.
In the meantime, quite a few things had happened. One of them being an actual battle of Bretonia Armed Forces against the Order, and the Apahanta took part in that battle, hired by Captain Kaze Dagon. It was Noel's first serious combat situation, but luckily the Apahanta took only little damage on the outer hull, which was fixed within two days.
In these past weeks, Ezrael enjoyed witnessing a few strange things happening. Whenever Noel walked around on the ship, an arm seemed to pull him into certain unused rooms or coincidentally, for a certain duration of time, disabled lifts, only to reveal Noel later again, visibly exhausted but also quite happy. This arm was Lorena's, who apparently liked the new crew member very much.
In this moment, Noel sat cross-legged on a bench of the observation deck. at the head of the Apahanta. The Omicron Kappa Space Tunnel Anomaly was all around them and flying above the Peloponnese Cloud allowed them to take a good look at the system. However, right now, Noel's eyes were rather focused on something else here: The Nomads. A few of them were roaming around next to the Apahanta, coming very close without opening fire. Neither did the Apahanta fire on them.
"There is a certain beauty to them, don't you think?"
That was Lorena. Noel hadn't noticed her creeping up on him, which was intentional. She stood right behind him, leaning over the backrest of the bench, taking Noel's head to her chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she placed a kiss ontop of his head, taking in the scent of his fruity hair shampoo from the shower in the morning. "Ever since Ezrael somehow managed to broker a non-aggression pact with the nomads, they sometimes come close to us and just pass by like curious little space fishy."
Noel looked down at her hands at his chest, feeling slightly awkward with the two lovely pillows at the back of his head. Blushing, he kept looking at the Nomads. "Ez told me his parents died to them. Same story here, as they destroyed the ship we used to live on and I was the only one who managed to get to the escape pod. Seeing them so close is weird. I used to think I need to feel hatred for them, but I don't know what to feel. I see them and feel nothing."
"That's good. They aren't talking to us, which is good, too. People say they can read your mind," Lorena said, chuckling after that. "If they do, they are probably perverts as quite a bunch of people on this ship think of the Captain's mighty lance all the time."
Where they able to simply read your mind? Noel thought about it for a moment. In that case they would both feel his anger, but also know why he feels this anger. If they were able to read someone's mind, they would know who was a danger and who not. Noel shook his head slightly, discarding the thought. "Are you one of those people?" he asked her while a Labraid was passing by, less than hundred meters away.
"I think I found something that fits me better," Lorena sounded, looking down and leaning forward to give him a weird upside-down kiss on his lips while tip-toeing.
That made Noel smirk. Generally, living on the Apahanta turned out to be dangerous sometimes, with them having seen the fall of Ibuzuki in Sigma-21 and the war between Kusari and Rheinland or the battle in Tau-31 against the Order. In all the other times, it was incredibly awesome. He learned so many new things about engineering and felt the progress of his learning. The food was super tasty and always good. Water showers instead of sonic showers! The people were super cool. Ezrael was his best friend now and when Noel was not sleeping in Lorena's room, he was allowed to sleep in Ezrael's bed. If Noel was honest, losing his parents was a good trade for being able to end up here. Never in his life he had been as happy as here.
Little did he know. All good things come to an end.
In the meantime, quite a few things had happened. One of them being an actual battle of Bretonia Armed Forces against the Order, and the Apahanta took part in that battle, hired by Captain Kaze Dagon. It was Noel's first serious combat situation, but luckily the Apahanta took only little damage on the outer hull, which was fixed within two days.
In these past weeks, Ezrael enjoyed witnessing a few strange things happening. Whenever Noel walked around on the ship, an arm seemed to pull him into certain unused rooms or coincidentally, for a certain duration of time, disabled lifts, only to reveal Noel later again, visibly exhausted but also quite happy. This arm was Lorena's, who apparently liked the new crew member very much.
In this moment, Noel sat cross-legged on a bench of the observation deck. at the head of the Apahanta. The Omicron Kappa Space Tunnel Anomaly was all around them and flying above the Peloponnese Cloud allowed them to take a good look at the system. However, right now, Noel's eyes were rather focused on something else here: The Nomads. A few of them were roaming around next to the Apahanta, coming very close without opening fire. Neither did the Apahanta fire on them.
"There is a certain beauty to them, don't you think?"
That was Lorena. Noel hadn't noticed her creeping up on him, which was intentional. She stood right behind him, leaning over the backrest of the bench, taking Noel's head to her chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she placed a kiss ontop of his head, taking in the scent of his fruity hair shampoo from the shower in the morning. "Ever since Ezrael somehow managed to broker a non-aggression pact with the nomads, they sometimes come close to us and just pass by like curious little space fishy."
Noel looked down at her hands at his chest, feeling slightly awkward with the two lovely pillows at the back of his head. Blushing, he kept looking at the Nomads. "Ez told me his parents died to them. Same story here, as they destroyed the ship we used to live on and I was the only one who managed to get to the escape pod. Seeing them so close is weird. I used to think I need to feel hatred for them, but I don't know what to feel. I see them and feel nothing."
"That's good. They aren't talking to us, which is good, too. People say they can read your mind," Lorena said, chuckling after that. "If they do, they are probably perverts as quite a bunch of people on this ship think of the Captain's mighty lance all the time."
Where they able to simply read your mind? Noel thought about it for a moment. In that case they would both feel his anger, but also know why he feels this anger. If they were able to read someone's mind, they would know who was a danger and who not. Noel shook his head slightly, discarding the thought. "Are you one of those people?" he asked her while a Labraid was passing by, less than hundred meters away.
"I think I found something that fits me better," Lorena sounded, looking down and leaning forward to give him a weird upside-down kiss on his lips while tip-toeing.
That made Noel smirk. Generally, living on the Apahanta turned out to be dangerous sometimes, with them having seen the fall of Ibuzuki in Sigma-21 and the war between Kusari and Rheinland or the battle in Tau-31 against the Order. In all the other times, it was incredibly awesome. He learned so many new things about engineering and felt the progress of his learning. The food was super tasty and always good. Water showers instead of sonic showers! The people were super cool. Ezrael was his best friend now and when Noel was not sleeping in Lorena's room, he was allowed to sleep in Ezrael's bed. If Noel was honest, losing his parents was a good trade for being able to end up here. Never in his life he had been as happy as here.
Little did he know. All good things come to an end.
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-27-2018
July 26th, 825 - Omicron Theta
Breakfast time! The crew of the Apahanta, apart from those who had nightshift duty, found itself in the canteen of the ship, enjoying breakfast together. Ezrael sat on the table of the bridge officers, as Sherry usually prefered to sit alone for a few minutes to talk with the bridge crew about priority things. With each of the bridge officers having a PDA next to their bowls and plates, they went through some data and the current flight route of the Apahanta on her constant search for derelict installations and abandoned ships.
Not being focused on the conversation at all, Ezrael merely sat there and looked over to the other tables. In a few minutes, they would join the rest of the crew, as Ezrael didn't like to pretend the bridge officers had more important jobs than anyone else on the ship. Following a trend he developed for a few weeks now, he mostly stuffed strawberries into his mouth. There was a cup of curacaoan tea infront of him, steaming, as well as a tray with a balanced and well-prepared breakfast, yet he was only going for the strawberries right now, mindlessly staring into the room.
At some point, Ezrael returned to the reality as he felt Sherry's hand on his thigh. Giving her a surprised look, he saw her removing the hand with the next moment while she was busy with her breakfast. "Eating too much of the same food is very bad for your body. Too many strawberries can cause diarrhea."
The Captain chuckled. "We're taking the same medicaments, Sherry. Neither of us will have that problem."
"I take it you are wondering where Noel is?" Sherry asked her Captain while her knife was slicing through her corona seed bun.
"He is not here, yeah. Lorena is over there, but he is not. I wonder why is he isn't here." Ezrael munched on another strawberry before taking his PDA to access the internal sensors. Sherry watched him doing so in the corner of her eye, seeing the young boy was still in Lorena's quarters, not moving, on the bed. "Still sleeping, huh. Lorena must have kept him awake long this night."
Ezrael and Sherry looked both over to Lorena, who was casually having small talk with other crew members at the other table. There was not much to do for here at the bridge officer meeting as her job was to maintain and adjust the shields, mostly in combat and transit. Sighing, Ezrael typed something into the PDA, and the Apahanta was creating a morning alert sound in Lorena's room. Ezrael smirked first, imagining how he was probably dropping out of the bed now, but Noel's life signature was remaining in place. The smirk was gone. "Did she forget to uncuff him from the bed?" Ezrael wondered out loud until he saw another life signature approaching Lorena's room with high speed. It was Dr. Carr's signature, and she was running towards Noel's signature. "Fuck..."
Noel opened his eyes. He was expecting horrible pain again, but instead he was met with a very weird feeling of dizzyness and delirium. Breathing felt incredibly difficult. His neck was sore and he felt mucus in his mouth, his nose and his throat. His vision was not sharp, but he realized there was Ezrael next to him. They were in the medical bay, the boy was laying on a medical bed and Ezrael standing next to him, stroking his head. The attempt of saying anything failed. There was no voice, but only mucus. His body felt hot, sweaty and disgusting.
"Don't bother. Try to sleep as much as you can, Noel. Dr. Carr will insert some nanomed drones and you'll be fit again in a day or two." The smile of the Captain usually was soothing, but in his current state, Noel didn't feel anything positive. At least there was no strong pain, although he was able to imagine that he got painkillers that caused the dizzy feeling. Better than pain, though. Bones and flesh were hurting, feeling more than sore. It was horrible. With wet eyes, Noel tried to sleep again, knowing Ezrael and Dr. Carr would fix him up again. WIth the influence of the pharmacy given to him, Noel would fall unconscious rather fast again.
Ezrael however remained at his side, simply sitting there with a PDA in his hand while Dr. Carr monitored the nanomed drones. That was until Lorena entered the medical bay to look for her favourite prey. Instead of sitting down next to him, however, she moved over to Ezrael and placed her hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at her. "We need to talk in private."
Light from the hallway shed into Ezrael's room as he and Lorena entered it, and while the doors shut again to prevent more light from coming in from the outside, the holographic monitors of Ezrael's quarters started to glow. Ezrael moved to one of the chairs at the table to sit down while gesturing Lorena to do the same. The blond girl however remained in place in the center of the room, staring at Ezrael. "So, what do you want to talk about? Did you accidentally infect Noel with the flu?"
"Quite on the contrary."
The woman with the long wavy blond hair smiled at Ezrael, who gave her a lopsided glance. She then looked down to the floor for a moment. Her behavior was weird. Ezrael felt slightly uncomfortable. She looked at him again and made a step towards him.
"The vessel was weak. I wanted to take yours first, but there was no opportunity. So instead I took this one."
It did not take long until Ezrael understood. In an instance, his heart started to beat wildly and uncontrolled. The woman infront of him was not in control of her own body. Her blue eyes started to look weirdly purple. This was something Ezrael had seen once. It was when Sans Valeur, Valery, took over Maren's body to communicate. This was the worst case scenario, and Ezrael knew there was nothing he was able to do about it. It was too late. He was trapped. Lorena was infected. A wild...
Not being focused on the conversation at all, Ezrael merely sat there and looked over to the other tables. In a few minutes, they would join the rest of the crew, as Ezrael didn't like to pretend the bridge officers had more important jobs than anyone else on the ship. Following a trend he developed for a few weeks now, he mostly stuffed strawberries into his mouth. There was a cup of curacaoan tea infront of him, steaming, as well as a tray with a balanced and well-prepared breakfast, yet he was only going for the strawberries right now, mindlessly staring into the room.
At some point, Ezrael returned to the reality as he felt Sherry's hand on his thigh. Giving her a surprised look, he saw her removing the hand with the next moment while she was busy with her breakfast. "Eating too much of the same food is very bad for your body. Too many strawberries can cause diarrhea."
The Captain chuckled. "We're taking the same medicaments, Sherry. Neither of us will have that problem."
"I take it you are wondering where Noel is?" Sherry asked her Captain while her knife was slicing through her corona seed bun.
"He is not here, yeah. Lorena is over there, but he is not. I wonder why is he isn't here." Ezrael munched on another strawberry before taking his PDA to access the internal sensors. Sherry watched him doing so in the corner of her eye, seeing the young boy was still in Lorena's quarters, not moving, on the bed. "Still sleeping, huh. Lorena must have kept him awake long this night."
Ezrael and Sherry looked both over to Lorena, who was casually having small talk with other crew members at the other table. There was not much to do for here at the bridge officer meeting as her job was to maintain and adjust the shields, mostly in combat and transit. Sighing, Ezrael typed something into the PDA, and the Apahanta was creating a morning alert sound in Lorena's room. Ezrael smirked first, imagining how he was probably dropping out of the bed now, but Noel's life signature was remaining in place. The smirk was gone. "Did she forget to uncuff him from the bed?" Ezrael wondered out loud until he saw another life signature approaching Lorena's room with high speed. It was Dr. Carr's signature, and she was running towards Noel's signature. "Fuck..."
Noel opened his eyes. He was expecting horrible pain again, but instead he was met with a very weird feeling of dizzyness and delirium. Breathing felt incredibly difficult. His neck was sore and he felt mucus in his mouth, his nose and his throat. His vision was not sharp, but he realized there was Ezrael next to him. They were in the medical bay, the boy was laying on a medical bed and Ezrael standing next to him, stroking his head. The attempt of saying anything failed. There was no voice, but only mucus. His body felt hot, sweaty and disgusting.
"Don't bother. Try to sleep as much as you can, Noel. Dr. Carr will insert some nanomed drones and you'll be fit again in a day or two." The smile of the Captain usually was soothing, but in his current state, Noel didn't feel anything positive. At least there was no strong pain, although he was able to imagine that he got painkillers that caused the dizzy feeling. Better than pain, though. Bones and flesh were hurting, feeling more than sore. It was horrible. With wet eyes, Noel tried to sleep again, knowing Ezrael and Dr. Carr would fix him up again. WIth the influence of the pharmacy given to him, Noel would fall unconscious rather fast again.
Ezrael however remained at his side, simply sitting there with a PDA in his hand while Dr. Carr monitored the nanomed drones. That was until Lorena entered the medical bay to look for her favourite prey. Instead of sitting down next to him, however, she moved over to Ezrael and placed her hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at her. "We need to talk in private."
Light from the hallway shed into Ezrael's room as he and Lorena entered it, and while the doors shut again to prevent more light from coming in from the outside, the holographic monitors of Ezrael's quarters started to glow. Ezrael moved to one of the chairs at the table to sit down while gesturing Lorena to do the same. The blond girl however remained in place in the center of the room, staring at Ezrael. "So, what do you want to talk about? Did you accidentally infect Noel with the flu?"
"Quite on the contrary."
The woman with the long wavy blond hair smiled at Ezrael, who gave her a lopsided glance. She then looked down to the floor for a moment. Her behavior was weird. Ezrael felt slightly uncomfortable. She looked at him again and made a step towards him.
"The vessel was weak. I wanted to take yours first, but there was no opportunity. So instead I took this one."
It did not take long until Ezrael understood. In an instance, his heart started to beat wildly and uncontrolled. The woman infront of him was not in control of her own body. Her blue eyes started to look weirdly purple. This was something Ezrael had seen once. It was when Sans Valeur, Valery, took over Maren's body to communicate. This was the worst case scenario, and Ezrael knew there was nothing he was able to do about it. It was too late. He was trapped. Lorena was infected. A wild...
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-28-2018
July 26th, 825 - Omicron Theta
This was a disaster, and it didn't make any sense to Ezrael. They had a non-aggression-pact! The Apahanta and her crew were under the Unschuld! No Wild and no K'Hara would ever engage it again! And yet she was here. Caught in shock and disbelief, Ezrael stared into the purple eyes of Lorena, who smirked at the human Captain.
"It appears you are aware of what kind of situation are. I am curious, Captain. This host was speculating many times about your motives. And how you learned so much about the Nomads. Since you Darklings have an annoying tendency to communicate one thing but not meaning it, I want you to give me full access to your personal logbook."
Ezrael gave her an incredulous look. "My logbook?"
"Yes. You and I will listen to it. All of it. Do not attempt to fool me. You are not able to mess with me. I believe you know that."
The Captain took a deep breath, looking to the ground. She was able to make him do anything she wanted and he was fully aware of it. "I am willing to cooperate with you, but in return I want you to answer my questions. I want to understand this situation and your motives. Anything else I can deduce myself." For a moment, Lorena just stared at him. For more than thirty seconds. It was creepy as hell, Ezrael found. She was smirking at him the entire time. Just as he was about to give in, she opened her mouth again.
"Elaborate."
Under different circumstances, Ezrael would have smirked about this. "We have a non-aggression-pact with the Wild and the K'Hara. You would know about it if you were either of them, and you would know why. You seem to not do so as you want to understand why. This leads me to believe you are an incubus of the new breed of Nomads, the so called Vagrants. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"My next assumption is that you need me alive. I am the only person in total control of this ship, and this is what you know from Lorena. I am also the only person who can give you all the information you want. If you kill me, you can't access my logbook. The only alternative to receive the truth from me would be by infecting me, either with an off-spring of yourself or by you leaving Lorena's body to enter mine. I believe you were residing in Noel the entire time and switched to Lorena's body as you mentioned Noel's body was weak. Lorena is very fit, mentally and physically. You are, however, not, as leaving one body to enter another seems to be quite stressful for an incubus. I believe you have not matured yet, which means you are not able to create off-springs yet. Otherwise you would have infected me. Is this correct?" Once more she stared at him, for a minute. Other than the first time, this was giving Ezrael some confidence. He actually formed a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"Yes. You are a clever specimen of your species, Darkling."
"Good." His grin grew wider. "I will not give you access to my logbook, but I will answer your questions. And you will answer mine. That sounds fair, right?" Again, staring. Lorena remained in place, just piercing him with her glance while smirking. Then however, her facial expression changed to an apologetic smile.
"You are in no position to make demands."
Ezrael's grin vanished. "Yes, I am. If you don't play along nicely, you will not get any answers." And this was his mistake. Lorena made a step forward. Then another step. A chill ran down Ezrael's spine and adrenaline began to rush through his body. She stopped infront of him, leaning forward while placing her hands on his shoulders, her face infront of his.
"I only need you."
Ezrael realized his mistake. Staring into her purple eyes, he felt trapped more than ever. Her grip on his shoulders was not hurtful but figuratively. There was no need to be worried about himself. Twentyfour other crewmen on the Apahanta were in grave danger right now. And Lorena herself.
"Apahanta, please open the Captain's logbook. Play the entries in chronological order, beginning with the very first entry. The Captain will authorize my access to the files now."
Blood pressure was increasing to a dangerous level. How did he think he could dictate the terms of this cooperation when there never was a need for the Vagrant to make compromises with him? Her glance was penetrant. It hurt. It hurt! Averting his eyes in embarrassment, Ezrael sighed in a frustrated way, knowing he had to give in. "Apahanta, please do as Lorena requested." Her apologetic look turned into a grin.
"From now on, you will do as I say. You will obey to any of my commands. I will punish you for any attempt of fooling me. Do you understand, Ezrael Vertiga?"
The mix of anger, stress and frustration Ezrael was feeling was unhealthy, and he was unable to hide it. It was one of these situations when he began to chew on his mouth's flesh. The worst about this was how close she was to him right now, face to face, her hands on his shoulders. Against his will, he had to accept it. "... Yes..." Lorena's smile grew wide and she let go of his shoulders.
"Good. And I warn you. You will remain at my side from now on. You will not leave me alone. You will not give any suspicious commands to the Apahanta. No self-destruction, no defense mechanisms. You will not alert the crew. You will not tell them about me. If anyone finds out, that person will die. Work with me and I will reward you when time has come."
She was probably talking about her infecting him when she is ready to produce the seed, Ezrael thought. It was crystal clear he had no other choice than cooperating if he wanted to prevent people from dying. In the meantime, he listened to his own voice from the first logbook entries he ever did. And there were many. Lorena wanted to listen to all of them. To learn everything about Ezrael's secrets...
"It appears you are aware of what kind of situation are. I am curious, Captain. This host was speculating many times about your motives. And how you learned so much about the Nomads. Since you Darklings have an annoying tendency to communicate one thing but not meaning it, I want you to give me full access to your personal logbook."
Ezrael gave her an incredulous look. "My logbook?"
"Yes. You and I will listen to it. All of it. Do not attempt to fool me. You are not able to mess with me. I believe you know that."
The Captain took a deep breath, looking to the ground. She was able to make him do anything she wanted and he was fully aware of it. "I am willing to cooperate with you, but in return I want you to answer my questions. I want to understand this situation and your motives. Anything else I can deduce myself." For a moment, Lorena just stared at him. For more than thirty seconds. It was creepy as hell, Ezrael found. She was smirking at him the entire time. Just as he was about to give in, she opened her mouth again.
"Elaborate."
Under different circumstances, Ezrael would have smirked about this. "We have a non-aggression-pact with the Wild and the K'Hara. You would know about it if you were either of them, and you would know why. You seem to not do so as you want to understand why. This leads me to believe you are an incubus of the new breed of Nomads, the so called Vagrants. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"My next assumption is that you need me alive. I am the only person in total control of this ship, and this is what you know from Lorena. I am also the only person who can give you all the information you want. If you kill me, you can't access my logbook. The only alternative to receive the truth from me would be by infecting me, either with an off-spring of yourself or by you leaving Lorena's body to enter mine. I believe you were residing in Noel the entire time and switched to Lorena's body as you mentioned Noel's body was weak. Lorena is very fit, mentally and physically. You are, however, not, as leaving one body to enter another seems to be quite stressful for an incubus. I believe you have not matured yet, which means you are not able to create off-springs yet. Otherwise you would have infected me. Is this correct?" Once more she stared at him, for a minute. Other than the first time, this was giving Ezrael some confidence. He actually formed a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"Yes. You are a clever specimen of your species, Darkling."
"Good." His grin grew wider. "I will not give you access to my logbook, but I will answer your questions. And you will answer mine. That sounds fair, right?" Again, staring. Lorena remained in place, just piercing him with her glance while smirking. Then however, her facial expression changed to an apologetic smile.
"You are in no position to make demands."
Ezrael's grin vanished. "Yes, I am. If you don't play along nicely, you will not get any answers." And this was his mistake. Lorena made a step forward. Then another step. A chill ran down Ezrael's spine and adrenaline began to rush through his body. She stopped infront of him, leaning forward while placing her hands on his shoulders, her face infront of his.
"I only need you."
Ezrael realized his mistake. Staring into her purple eyes, he felt trapped more than ever. Her grip on his shoulders was not hurtful but figuratively. There was no need to be worried about himself. Twentyfour other crewmen on the Apahanta were in grave danger right now. And Lorena herself.
"Apahanta, please open the Captain's logbook. Play the entries in chronological order, beginning with the very first entry. The Captain will authorize my access to the files now."
Blood pressure was increasing to a dangerous level. How did he think he could dictate the terms of this cooperation when there never was a need for the Vagrant to make compromises with him? Her glance was penetrant. It hurt. It hurt! Averting his eyes in embarrassment, Ezrael sighed in a frustrated way, knowing he had to give in. "Apahanta, please do as Lorena requested." Her apologetic look turned into a grin.
"From now on, you will do as I say. You will obey to any of my commands. I will punish you for any attempt of fooling me. Do you understand, Ezrael Vertiga?"
The mix of anger, stress and frustration Ezrael was feeling was unhealthy, and he was unable to hide it. It was one of these situations when he began to chew on his mouth's flesh. The worst about this was how close she was to him right now, face to face, her hands on his shoulders. Against his will, he had to accept it. "... Yes..." Lorena's smile grew wide and she let go of his shoulders.
"Good. And I warn you. You will remain at my side from now on. You will not leave me alone. You will not give any suspicious commands to the Apahanta. No self-destruction, no defense mechanisms. You will not alert the crew. You will not tell them about me. If anyone finds out, that person will die. Work with me and I will reward you when time has come."
She was probably talking about her infecting him when she is ready to produce the seed, Ezrael thought. It was crystal clear he had no other choice than cooperating if he wanted to prevent people from dying. In the meantime, he listened to his own voice from the first logbook entries he ever did. And there were many. Lorena wanted to listen to all of them. To learn everything about Ezrael's secrets...
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 07-29-2018
July 26th, 825 - Sigma-13
Hours had passed. Remaining silent, Ezrael lay on his bed, feeling a mix of anger, frustration and embarrassment. It was one thing to listen to his own personal logs by himself, but doing so while a Wild was in the same room with him was torture. Every now and then, when Ezrael said something critical in his logs, Lorena would give him an amused look or straight out laugh at him. The latest log ended and the audio turned silent. Resigning, Ezrael lay just on his bed, sighing. Lorena however stood up from the chair at the table and moved over to him, sitting down at the edge of the bed, staring at him.
"Quite a journey, uh?"
He didn't look at her, merely staring unfocused into the room. Neither did he respond.
"I wonder how you feel right now, Vertiga. It surely was an emotional trip we just joined. Can you imagine it? Even my host was surprised to hear about the truth. About who you really are. I am not surprised. You Darklings are all the same. Liars. Egoists. I wonder what your girlfriend will say when we tell her about your true intentions. That you will never give her a child. That you are most likely to never even marry her. How much you hate her, how much you distrust her. How you lie to her to not upset her, for your own advantage. How much she disgusts you."
She chuckled, smirking at him while she entered the bed to sit down on his thighs. Leaning forward, she grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her.
"The Wild live in harmony with another, just like the Nomads in general do. With certain exceptions. If I was a K'Hara, I would simply infect you and all your thoughts and intentions would be revealed to the mindshare. Your girlfriend would know everything about you. And you would know everything about her. You probably think this is bad and it would cause your relationship to end, but living in absolute truth with another is the foundation to live together in harmony. Differences would be settled."
Ezrael wanted to look away from her, turning his head to the side again however her strong grip pulled his face in her direction again, making him look into her purple eyes.
"Sadly I am not a K'Hara. If I was infecting you, as you call it, the distrust would remain. I know this feeling of frustration, Vertiga. All we wanted since our return to Sirius was to be with our Brethren of Light. Only to find out we can't. And to find out how things changed. You and your girlfriend will never be compatible with another, just like the Vagrants won't be with the K'Hara. I look forward to mature, you know. You will be such a wonderful Carrier of Light. But all in time."
She placed a peck on his lips, then leaned back again, still sitting on his lap. The moment she let go of his head, he averted his eyes, facing away from her.
"You know, being with this host allows me to experience something I was not able to in the previous body. Lorena is a sadist. Despite her high sympathies for you, even now, she also feels a certain pleasure of seeing you this way. All weak. All embarrassed and ashamed. I enjoy this feeling. It is addictive. I imagine to force you to contact your girlfriend and tell her that you will never give her a child, no matter what. How much you hate her for being infected. How you blame her for many bad things that happened to you. The only reason I don't do that to you - for now - is that I need you."
"For what." His voice was full of annoyance and disgust for her. She enjoyed this way too much.
"Dione created me for one single purpose, Vertiga. I have to return something that was taken away from us. Something that is suffering from constant torture, out of our range, hidden. I am pleased to have learned about your connection to the Forlorn Hope. They are the ones who are behind this. They came to our home, attacked us and took one of us with them. The aspect is calling out for us. Echoes are lingering all over Sirius. Brute force alone won't solve the issue, though, which is why we did not send Kapheira and Melia to deal with this. This is why I am here. The avatar of Dione. The off-spring. Looking at the nomenclature you Darklings chose to use to name us, I would be Aphrodite. Daughter of Dione. Knowing what traits are attached to this name, both the host and I are quite flattered."
Playfully, she raked her fingers through her hair while shifting a little on his lap, non-stop staring into his eyes. Ezrael however looked away, visibly not amused at all. "What do you have in mind, then."
"You will use your contacts with them. I can imagine they won't tell you straight away about what they did, so confronting them with your new knowledge would probably be not beneficial to our cause, Vertiga, don't you agree. I want you to create a scenario that allows us to bargain, or, to command them. Since you apparently know about the capabilities of a Wild, you can make use of that for planning the scenario. Nick Stenn was the leader for Forlorn, and apparently he has a daughter, so how about you take her hostage?"
Ezrael turned his head towards her. "I'd rather die. Just kill me, I won't do such things. Threaten me as much as you want, I won't do it."
Lorena's grin grew wide and for a moment, she shook her head. Leaning forward, she grabbed the zipper of his Apahanta suit and pulled it down further and further. Then she did the same with her suit. Ezrael, in addition to hatred, disgust and frustration, threw a surprised glance at her, followed by moan as she continued. He knew resisting her was futile, yet he tried to push her off his body, which she didn't allow.
"All you need is the right motivation."
After a while of humping up and down on him, she stopped, smirking widely at Ezrael while leaning forward again. "This won't convince me either, no matter how good you are at it."
"This is not about me giving you fun for a few moments."
Once again Ezrael turned his head towards her, staring into her purple eyes. Her mischievous smile was creeping him out and as her lower body continued to move up and down on him, he understood what her intention was. She wanted to get pregnant. With a hateful push of his arms, he threw her off from his body and zipped up himself directly after it, keeping his eyes on her. Lorena was just laughing out loud.
"You must really hate children! How delightful!"
She moved up to him again, placing her hands on his thighs.
"I'll give you time to come up with a plan for rescuing what they took away from us, Vertiga. Let's say until you fall asleep."
Standing up, simply wanting to get away from her, he moved off the bed and walked to the door. As it opened, Lorena created a loud whistling sound. In surprise, Ezrael looked back at her. She was wiggling her index finger at him.
"If you leave the room without my permission, I will kill your crew. Poor Noel. Twentythree years old, that's not a good age for death."
Visibly angry, Ezrael exhaled audibly while grinding his teeth. His head was turning slightly red, adrenaline was rushing through his body. The door closed again and Ezrael made a few steps back into the room. Lorena remained laying on the bed, her suit still unzipped to reveal a bit of her skin, just to tease him. She chuckled, staring at him and his every move.
"Quite a journey, uh?"
He didn't look at her, merely staring unfocused into the room. Neither did he respond.
"I wonder how you feel right now, Vertiga. It surely was an emotional trip we just joined. Can you imagine it? Even my host was surprised to hear about the truth. About who you really are. I am not surprised. You Darklings are all the same. Liars. Egoists. I wonder what your girlfriend will say when we tell her about your true intentions. That you will never give her a child. That you are most likely to never even marry her. How much you hate her, how much you distrust her. How you lie to her to not upset her, for your own advantage. How much she disgusts you."
She chuckled, smirking at him while she entered the bed to sit down on his thighs. Leaning forward, she grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her.
"The Wild live in harmony with another, just like the Nomads in general do. With certain exceptions. If I was a K'Hara, I would simply infect you and all your thoughts and intentions would be revealed to the mindshare. Your girlfriend would know everything about you. And you would know everything about her. You probably think this is bad and it would cause your relationship to end, but living in absolute truth with another is the foundation to live together in harmony. Differences would be settled."
Ezrael wanted to look away from her, turning his head to the side again however her strong grip pulled his face in her direction again, making him look into her purple eyes.
"Sadly I am not a K'Hara. If I was infecting you, as you call it, the distrust would remain. I know this feeling of frustration, Vertiga. All we wanted since our return to Sirius was to be with our Brethren of Light. Only to find out we can't. And to find out how things changed. You and your girlfriend will never be compatible with another, just like the Vagrants won't be with the K'Hara. I look forward to mature, you know. You will be such a wonderful Carrier of Light. But all in time."
She placed a peck on his lips, then leaned back again, still sitting on his lap. The moment she let go of his head, he averted his eyes, facing away from her.
"You know, being with this host allows me to experience something I was not able to in the previous body. Lorena is a sadist. Despite her high sympathies for you, even now, she also feels a certain pleasure of seeing you this way. All weak. All embarrassed and ashamed. I enjoy this feeling. It is addictive. I imagine to force you to contact your girlfriend and tell her that you will never give her a child, no matter what. How much you hate her for being infected. How you blame her for many bad things that happened to you. The only reason I don't do that to you - for now - is that I need you."
"For what." His voice was full of annoyance and disgust for her. She enjoyed this way too much.
"Dione created me for one single purpose, Vertiga. I have to return something that was taken away from us. Something that is suffering from constant torture, out of our range, hidden. I am pleased to have learned about your connection to the Forlorn Hope. They are the ones who are behind this. They came to our home, attacked us and took one of us with them. The aspect is calling out for us. Echoes are lingering all over Sirius. Brute force alone won't solve the issue, though, which is why we did not send Kapheira and Melia to deal with this. This is why I am here. The avatar of Dione. The off-spring. Looking at the nomenclature you Darklings chose to use to name us, I would be Aphrodite. Daughter of Dione. Knowing what traits are attached to this name, both the host and I are quite flattered."
Playfully, she raked her fingers through her hair while shifting a little on his lap, non-stop staring into his eyes. Ezrael however looked away, visibly not amused at all. "What do you have in mind, then."
"You will use your contacts with them. I can imagine they won't tell you straight away about what they did, so confronting them with your new knowledge would probably be not beneficial to our cause, Vertiga, don't you agree. I want you to create a scenario that allows us to bargain, or, to command them. Since you apparently know about the capabilities of a Wild, you can make use of that for planning the scenario. Nick Stenn was the leader for Forlorn, and apparently he has a daughter, so how about you take her hostage?"
Ezrael turned his head towards her. "I'd rather die. Just kill me, I won't do such things. Threaten me as much as you want, I won't do it."
Lorena's grin grew wide and for a moment, she shook her head. Leaning forward, she grabbed the zipper of his Apahanta suit and pulled it down further and further. Then she did the same with her suit. Ezrael, in addition to hatred, disgust and frustration, threw a surprised glance at her, followed by moan as she continued. He knew resisting her was futile, yet he tried to push her off his body, which she didn't allow.
"All you need is the right motivation."
After a while of humping up and down on him, she stopped, smirking widely at Ezrael while leaning forward again. "This won't convince me either, no matter how good you are at it."
"This is not about me giving you fun for a few moments."
Once again Ezrael turned his head towards her, staring into her purple eyes. Her mischievous smile was creeping him out and as her lower body continued to move up and down on him, he understood what her intention was. She wanted to get pregnant. With a hateful push of his arms, he threw her off from his body and zipped up himself directly after it, keeping his eyes on her. Lorena was just laughing out loud.
"You must really hate children! How delightful!"
She moved up to him again, placing her hands on his thighs.
"I'll give you time to come up with a plan for rescuing what they took away from us, Vertiga. Let's say until you fall asleep."
Standing up, simply wanting to get away from her, he moved off the bed and walked to the door. As it opened, Lorena created a loud whistling sound. In surprise, Ezrael looked back at her. She was wiggling her index finger at him.
"If you leave the room without my permission, I will kill your crew. Poor Noel. Twentythree years old, that's not a good age for death."
Visibly angry, Ezrael exhaled audibly while grinding his teeth. His head was turning slightly red, adrenaline was rushing through his body. The door closed again and Ezrael made a few steps back into the room. Lorena remained laying on the bed, her suit still unzipped to reveal a bit of her skin, just to tease him. She chuckled, staring at him and his every move.
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 08-15-2018
July 26th, 825 - Sigma-13
It was a nightmare. How did it happen? The incubus, Aphrodite, should have been detected by the Apahanta's mighty sensors the moment it entered the ship. In the airlocks, in the decontamination chamber, hell, not even the full body medical scan on Noel revealed any indication of an incubus being inside his body. Was she lying? Was she in Lorena the whole time? But even then she obviously must have been able to trick the sensors!
These thoughts were in Ezrael's mind as he stared at Lorena. He was angry and didn't need to hide it. Aphrodite would be able to read his emotions anyway, so he thought, and so it was. The woman with the wavy blond hair still lay spread eagle on his bed, a wide smirk on her face, taking in the perverted joy of her sadism. She had forced the Captain to trick Nick's daughter to move to the Apahanta, and now they just played the waiting game. Hours had already passed and it began to be torture to Ezrael. Not only had he to endure the presence of a Wild in his own sanctuary, but he had to do anything she wanted. Disobediance was threatened to be resulting in the death of his crew members, and he knew exactly that she was able to do that in an instant. A telekinetic attack on someone's brain, an aneurism, instant death. At least he was aware of the abilities of the Wild. Maybe living with Maren and her incubus was actually useful at some point.
Sighing, Ezrael leaned against the wall while staring at the devil in his bed. He was tired, and not being able to sleep was straining. Would she really do what she threatened to do if he would fall asleep? It was a weird threat, but probably tailored for him as she knew from listening to his personal logs about how much he hated the thought of becoming a father. No, he really didn't want to risk it. Neither that nor that she might cause harm to his crew. They were his friends, his family.
"Hell will break loose soon, Vertiga. Are you sure you don't want to get some rest? I would prefer to take over your body in a healthy condition."
If there was something he began to hate, it was her amused chuckle. For a few seconds, he closed his eyes, feeling immediate relief from doing so. His lungs took in the warm air of his room, taking in the hint of Curacao's scent created by the life support system. Realizing he was giving in to the sleep, he ripped his eye lids open again, beginning to move around in the room again.
"You will need to make sacrifices sooner or later."
Agitated, he was about to say something, however right in the moment of him opening his mouth to voice the first syllable, the ship beeped and Sherry announced something from the bridge. "Captain, a civilian shuttle is heading straight for us. It appears to be aware of our coordinates."
Exhaling, Ezrael swallowed. "It's alright. Advise the pilot to land in the hangar. Lorena and I will await her there."
"Understood." Another beep and the channel was closed. Ezrael looked to the floor, then shook his head.
"And there we go. I hope for you that your performance will be outstanding once more, Vertiga."
"Any specifics about how I have to deal with her?" Ezrael asked her, looking at her ever-amused grin. It was disgusting her. She moved off the bed to stand up, then made her steps towards Ezrael, stopping right infront of him, her hands at his hips. Feeling extremely uncomfortable with her that close, he averted his eyes, facing to the side.
"You won't tell her what is going on. You won't tell her about Lorena being a host, you won't treat me any different from how you treated Lorena before I took her body. To you, I will be the very normal Lorena. The women you every now and then sleep with. The woman who knows how to make use of the Apahanta's shields effectively. The woman who is majorly interested in the young boy in the medical bay. Do you understand?"
Bitch! His body trembled slightly when she mentioned Noel again. The poor boy would be unable to do anything for a few days, as Aphrodite leaving his body was a very straining event. Ezrael remembered how Nancy and Maren were disabled for a while when they were forced to endure the same with Valery. Ezrael however was dragged back into the here and now as Lorena's hands slid around on his body.
"You will trap her here. She is the leverage you will need to force Nick Stenn to negotiate with you. Do not harm her, yet. Bring her here to your room, cuff her to the bed, and then send a comm to Stenn showing him his daughter like that. Then you will tell him that you know about the Vagrant he caught, and you will threaten to do all kinds of evil things to her if he does not play along. And if he does not play along, I will force you to do all kinds of evil things to her. So it is in your best interest to be convincing and successful, Vertiga."
Frustration was written into his face as his heart was beating wildly. Her being that close, teasing him slightly with her touches and staring at him was turning him more and more angry. Being stressed out like that was bad for his heart and he knew it. He felt it. A shaky breath left his mouth and he nodded. "What happens when this is over?" he asked her quietly, almost voiceless.
"Then I will take you and the Vagrant with me back to Moros. Sherry and the rest of the crew will remain unharmed, if everything works out as planned. I hope you understand that I can't allow you to just keep the knowledge you have and live a happy life like that. That being said, when this is over, you will be hostile to many people out there. People will think you are a nomad supporter. A kidnapper, a traitor. Maybe even a terrorist. And, of course, your girlfriend will learn about all of this. In fact, you will tell the Apahanta to send a copy of your complete personal logbook to Maren if anything should happen to me."
She let go of him, making a step back. Ezrael closed his eyes, his head hanging slightly, facing the floor. "Apahanta... please prepare a transmission to Maren von Westefeld. Attach my entire personal logbook to it. The transmission is to be sent to Maren if Lorena's vital signs are turning critical or worse." The ship beeped and more than one chill ran down Ezrael's spine. This was the feeling of a sealed fate? He wanted to cry, but not infront of Lorena. Not infront of Aphrodite. She smirked at him, enjoying this visibly.
"The prey is waiting, Vertiga. Don't let her wait."
These thoughts were in Ezrael's mind as he stared at Lorena. He was angry and didn't need to hide it. Aphrodite would be able to read his emotions anyway, so he thought, and so it was. The woman with the wavy blond hair still lay spread eagle on his bed, a wide smirk on her face, taking in the perverted joy of her sadism. She had forced the Captain to trick Nick's daughter to move to the Apahanta, and now they just played the waiting game. Hours had already passed and it began to be torture to Ezrael. Not only had he to endure the presence of a Wild in his own sanctuary, but he had to do anything she wanted. Disobediance was threatened to be resulting in the death of his crew members, and he knew exactly that she was able to do that in an instant. A telekinetic attack on someone's brain, an aneurism, instant death. At least he was aware of the abilities of the Wild. Maybe living with Maren and her incubus was actually useful at some point.
Sighing, Ezrael leaned against the wall while staring at the devil in his bed. He was tired, and not being able to sleep was straining. Would she really do what she threatened to do if he would fall asleep? It was a weird threat, but probably tailored for him as she knew from listening to his personal logs about how much he hated the thought of becoming a father. No, he really didn't want to risk it. Neither that nor that she might cause harm to his crew. They were his friends, his family.
"Hell will break loose soon, Vertiga. Are you sure you don't want to get some rest? I would prefer to take over your body in a healthy condition."
If there was something he began to hate, it was her amused chuckle. For a few seconds, he closed his eyes, feeling immediate relief from doing so. His lungs took in the warm air of his room, taking in the hint of Curacao's scent created by the life support system. Realizing he was giving in to the sleep, he ripped his eye lids open again, beginning to move around in the room again.
"You will need to make sacrifices sooner or later."
Agitated, he was about to say something, however right in the moment of him opening his mouth to voice the first syllable, the ship beeped and Sherry announced something from the bridge. "Captain, a civilian shuttle is heading straight for us. It appears to be aware of our coordinates."
Exhaling, Ezrael swallowed. "It's alright. Advise the pilot to land in the hangar. Lorena and I will await her there."
"Understood." Another beep and the channel was closed. Ezrael looked to the floor, then shook his head.
"And there we go. I hope for you that your performance will be outstanding once more, Vertiga."
"Any specifics about how I have to deal with her?" Ezrael asked her, looking at her ever-amused grin. It was disgusting her. She moved off the bed to stand up, then made her steps towards Ezrael, stopping right infront of him, her hands at his hips. Feeling extremely uncomfortable with her that close, he averted his eyes, facing to the side.
"You won't tell her what is going on. You won't tell her about Lorena being a host, you won't treat me any different from how you treated Lorena before I took her body. To you, I will be the very normal Lorena. The women you every now and then sleep with. The woman who knows how to make use of the Apahanta's shields effectively. The woman who is majorly interested in the young boy in the medical bay. Do you understand?"
Bitch! His body trembled slightly when she mentioned Noel again. The poor boy would be unable to do anything for a few days, as Aphrodite leaving his body was a very straining event. Ezrael remembered how Nancy and Maren were disabled for a while when they were forced to endure the same with Valery. Ezrael however was dragged back into the here and now as Lorena's hands slid around on his body.
"You will trap her here. She is the leverage you will need to force Nick Stenn to negotiate with you. Do not harm her, yet. Bring her here to your room, cuff her to the bed, and then send a comm to Stenn showing him his daughter like that. Then you will tell him that you know about the Vagrant he caught, and you will threaten to do all kinds of evil things to her if he does not play along. And if he does not play along, I will force you to do all kinds of evil things to her. So it is in your best interest to be convincing and successful, Vertiga."
Frustration was written into his face as his heart was beating wildly. Her being that close, teasing him slightly with her touches and staring at him was turning him more and more angry. Being stressed out like that was bad for his heart and he knew it. He felt it. A shaky breath left his mouth and he nodded. "What happens when this is over?" he asked her quietly, almost voiceless.
"Then I will take you and the Vagrant with me back to Moros. Sherry and the rest of the crew will remain unharmed, if everything works out as planned. I hope you understand that I can't allow you to just keep the knowledge you have and live a happy life like that. That being said, when this is over, you will be hostile to many people out there. People will think you are a nomad supporter. A kidnapper, a traitor. Maybe even a terrorist. And, of course, your girlfriend will learn about all of this. In fact, you will tell the Apahanta to send a copy of your complete personal logbook to Maren if anything should happen to me."
She let go of him, making a step back. Ezrael closed his eyes, his head hanging slightly, facing the floor. "Apahanta... please prepare a transmission to Maren von Westefeld. Attach my entire personal logbook to it. The transmission is to be sent to Maren if Lorena's vital signs are turning critical or worse." The ship beeped and more than one chill ran down Ezrael's spine. This was the feeling of a sealed fate? He wanted to cry, but not infront of Lorena. Not infront of Aphrodite. She smirked at him, enjoying this visibly.
"The prey is waiting, Vertiga. Don't let her wait."
RE: Aphrodite - Sombs - 08-23-2018
July 26th, 825 - Sigma-13
Samantha's little shuttle approached the Apahanta. It was just enough for this job, and she had been meaning on getting a vacation anyways. Just needed to get and drop off the blueprints she was hired for to deliver and she was clear for a month or two off.
Simple enough.
The Mako gave her clearance for the hangar at the belly of the ship. There was nothing that could go wrong, not even in Sigma-13 with the dense nebula. Her shuttle entered only to end up in a hangar bay beraly large enough to service more than two crafts. There was a black-hulled Gitano, matching the Apahanta's design choices.
A Captain and a blonde approached the landing spot. He, tensed up. She, smiling in amusement. Both of them were wearing the Apahanta's uniform suits, however Lorena had it zipped down slightly to reveal a bit of her clevage. Other than hers, his face revealed the signs of the lack of sleep. Samantha was already leaving her shuttle, armed with a PDA. "You look like hell," her opening words commented on the rings under his eyes. "Sign here. Nice ships, by the way."
"What's that?" he asked, taking a look at the PDA. "Contract?" While the two were talking, Lorena moved around Sam, smirking almost overly excited while scanning the girl with her eyes.
"Nice hair!"
Intrusive, Lorena took a strand of Samantha's hair and let it slide between her gloved fingers. "It's a proof of receipt. I always have these for in case a client tries something funny," Nick's daughter said while her eyes narrowed the moment Lorena had approached her private space. In a moment of remarkable familiarity, she changed her stance, her legs spreading slightly and her feet planted flat. Ezrael remembered this stance from her father - when trouble was to be expected. He chew on the inner walls of his cheek, then looked at Lorena, who chuckled out of nowhere. She however glanced at Ezrael, expectingly, with a wide grin.
"What are you waiting for?"
His heart was beating wildly and he was visibly conflicted as he looked at the girl. He swallowed, frowning apologetically. About to say something, he hesitated.
"Do as I said, Vertiga."
Her voice was firm this time, her smile only hinted. Ezrael gulped once more, exhaling audibly afterwards. "You will not leave this ship anytime soon, Samantha," he told her, throwing the PDA to the side. "You are under arrest until your father comes to the rescue." Of them all.
"I don't think so." Her smile was gone, and her eyes steely, she went for a knife hidden in her sleeve. Lorena was closer, and Sam tried to step away, to keep both Ezreal and Lorena in view. "You know how this ends." Amused, Lorena took her steps away from the two of them.
"Oh, delightful!"
She smiled in excitement while Ezrael stood there, looking at the knife, preparing for the worst. Trying to analyze her stance and movements, he thought of how to disarm her in an optimal way. "Put the knife away, please. You have no idea what is going on here, and that knife won't help you escape at all," Ezrael told her in a calm way, as it was simply the truth. If Lorena wanted, she could cripple her in less than a second. "Please..."
"Looks like a kidnapping to me. An attempt at least." Samantha is slowly circling, trying to get her shuttle behind her. " I'm not just going to let it happen either."
"Apahanta, please disable the landed shuttle," Ezrael ordered the ship, and from multiple spots in the hangar, automated turrets emerged, shooting off the guns and turrets, followed by multiple pulse shots on the chassis to ionize the craft. It was loud and the energy projectiles were extremely bright. Ezrael then moved towards her. "You need to play along, Samantha. If you don't resist, nobody will die."
"Disarm her, Vertiga. Now, Do it now. Stop talking to her, fight her already!"
Lorena grinned impishly, taking in the view. Conflicted, Ezrael first glanced at Lorena, exhaling audibly in visible stress, then continued to close in on Samantha. The girl knew it was already over, yet still. "Fine, have it your way. I'll give up the knife." She said, taking a step towards Ezrael, and then another. As her foot lifts off the floor a third time, her arm snapped out, her fingers sliding gently off the hilt as she released it, watching it arc gracefully into the air as she throws it at Lorena with lethal force.
Ezrael watched it, and there was no way he could have reacted in time. He turned towards Lorena, who smirked at the knife. It was on the floor, reflected by something that was not there. She chuckled, then kneeled down to pick up the knife, to inspect it playfully.
"Clever girl. Knock her out, Vertiga,"
This was Ezrael's first proof of incubi being able to use telekinesis against physical objects even at high speed. Something he expected from what he knew from Maren and Valery, but he had never seen it before. Wanting to prevent more possible damage to happen, Ezrael tried to land a hit with his hand right behind her ear to knock her out. In disbelieve, Samantha was just staring at Lorena, distracted. "Why is that-" Her words ended abruptly as Ezrael's hand connects, her body collapsing.
When Samantha regained consciousness, she would find herself in Ezrael's quarters on the Apahanta, on a very large bed, both hands cuffed to the rail at the headrest. She was unharmed, her clothes untouched although all pockets were emptied. She had a pillow under her head. Lorena was sitting on the bed as well, sitting just far enough away from Samantha to be out of the range of her feet, knowing she was likely to resist till the bitter end. Ezrael however stood in the center of the room, rubbing his chin in thought.
"Oh look, the girl is waking up. It's your time to shine, Vertiga. Her father wants to know where she is. And you better make it a very convincing performance. Say a wrong thing and the beautiful girl here might lose a limb or two. Or an eye."
Throwing a grim glance at Lorena, Ezrael exhaled, almost resigning. "Alright, alright, I get it, calm your tits already!" It was obvious Ezrael was incredibly stressed out by now. "Apahanta, please record a transmission, target is Nick Stenn."
The ship beeped and Ezrael began to send a message.
Simple enough.
The Mako gave her clearance for the hangar at the belly of the ship. There was nothing that could go wrong, not even in Sigma-13 with the dense nebula. Her shuttle entered only to end up in a hangar bay beraly large enough to service more than two crafts. There was a black-hulled Gitano, matching the Apahanta's design choices.
A Captain and a blonde approached the landing spot. He, tensed up. She, smiling in amusement. Both of them were wearing the Apahanta's uniform suits, however Lorena had it zipped down slightly to reveal a bit of her clevage. Other than hers, his face revealed the signs of the lack of sleep. Samantha was already leaving her shuttle, armed with a PDA. "You look like hell," her opening words commented on the rings under his eyes. "Sign here. Nice ships, by the way."
"What's that?" he asked, taking a look at the PDA. "Contract?" While the two were talking, Lorena moved around Sam, smirking almost overly excited while scanning the girl with her eyes.
"Nice hair!"
Intrusive, Lorena took a strand of Samantha's hair and let it slide between her gloved fingers. "It's a proof of receipt. I always have these for in case a client tries something funny," Nick's daughter said while her eyes narrowed the moment Lorena had approached her private space. In a moment of remarkable familiarity, she changed her stance, her legs spreading slightly and her feet planted flat. Ezrael remembered this stance from her father - when trouble was to be expected. He chew on the inner walls of his cheek, then looked at Lorena, who chuckled out of nowhere. She however glanced at Ezrael, expectingly, with a wide grin.
"What are you waiting for?"
His heart was beating wildly and he was visibly conflicted as he looked at the girl. He swallowed, frowning apologetically. About to say something, he hesitated.
"Do as I said, Vertiga."
Her voice was firm this time, her smile only hinted. Ezrael gulped once more, exhaling audibly afterwards. "You will not leave this ship anytime soon, Samantha," he told her, throwing the PDA to the side. "You are under arrest until your father comes to the rescue." Of them all.
"I don't think so." Her smile was gone, and her eyes steely, she went for a knife hidden in her sleeve. Lorena was closer, and Sam tried to step away, to keep both Ezreal and Lorena in view. "You know how this ends." Amused, Lorena took her steps away from the two of them.
"Oh, delightful!"
She smiled in excitement while Ezrael stood there, looking at the knife, preparing for the worst. Trying to analyze her stance and movements, he thought of how to disarm her in an optimal way. "Put the knife away, please. You have no idea what is going on here, and that knife won't help you escape at all," Ezrael told her in a calm way, as it was simply the truth. If Lorena wanted, she could cripple her in less than a second. "Please..."
"Looks like a kidnapping to me. An attempt at least." Samantha is slowly circling, trying to get her shuttle behind her. " I'm not just going to let it happen either."
"Apahanta, please disable the landed shuttle," Ezrael ordered the ship, and from multiple spots in the hangar, automated turrets emerged, shooting off the guns and turrets, followed by multiple pulse shots on the chassis to ionize the craft. It was loud and the energy projectiles were extremely bright. Ezrael then moved towards her. "You need to play along, Samantha. If you don't resist, nobody will die."
"Disarm her, Vertiga. Now, Do it now. Stop talking to her, fight her already!"
Lorena grinned impishly, taking in the view. Conflicted, Ezrael first glanced at Lorena, exhaling audibly in visible stress, then continued to close in on Samantha. The girl knew it was already over, yet still. "Fine, have it your way. I'll give up the knife." She said, taking a step towards Ezrael, and then another. As her foot lifts off the floor a third time, her arm snapped out, her fingers sliding gently off the hilt as she released it, watching it arc gracefully into the air as she throws it at Lorena with lethal force.
Ezrael watched it, and there was no way he could have reacted in time. He turned towards Lorena, who smirked at the knife. It was on the floor, reflected by something that was not there. She chuckled, then kneeled down to pick up the knife, to inspect it playfully.
"Clever girl. Knock her out, Vertiga,"
This was Ezrael's first proof of incubi being able to use telekinesis against physical objects even at high speed. Something he expected from what he knew from Maren and Valery, but he had never seen it before. Wanting to prevent more possible damage to happen, Ezrael tried to land a hit with his hand right behind her ear to knock her out. In disbelieve, Samantha was just staring at Lorena, distracted. "Why is that-" Her words ended abruptly as Ezrael's hand connects, her body collapsing.
When Samantha regained consciousness, she would find herself in Ezrael's quarters on the Apahanta, on a very large bed, both hands cuffed to the rail at the headrest. She was unharmed, her clothes untouched although all pockets were emptied. She had a pillow under her head. Lorena was sitting on the bed as well, sitting just far enough away from Samantha to be out of the range of her feet, knowing she was likely to resist till the bitter end. Ezrael however stood in the center of the room, rubbing his chin in thought.
"Oh look, the girl is waking up. It's your time to shine, Vertiga. Her father wants to know where she is. And you better make it a very convincing performance. Say a wrong thing and the beautiful girl here might lose a limb or two. Or an eye."
Throwing a grim glance at Lorena, Ezrael exhaled, almost resigning. "Alright, alright, I get it, calm your tits already!" It was obvious Ezrael was incredibly stressed out by now. "Apahanta, please record a transmission, target is Nick Stenn."
The ship beeped and Ezrael began to send a message.