Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Foolish human. Had he waited too long to remove his suit helmet? He appeared to be passing out. Was he gasping for air? Lya was about to rip it forcefully from his stubborn head when he began working the seals so he could breathe. For a moment she thought he would rather die than trust her. He seemed to recover quickly, however as he adjusted to her slightly oxygen rich atmosphere. Lya stooped down to his level as he talked. His face was...interesting. His words however hit a bit hard, and the pleasure she felt while looking at his face was challenged by anger when he admitted to deceit. Would he have continued to do so had the Reticulans not shown up? It bothered her along with many things about his species. They seemed irrational. Like his boasts about courts of law. He would have to get her there first. It was as if he had not even considered that part of his argument. She had just fled a planetary space station and he thought she would consent to go back willingly? His thinking was flawed, and it sounded as if it extended to his entire race. Even your name? Why would you lie about your name? No... never mind, it doesn't matter. Her hand extended slowly to touch the wetness on his face, her fingers swirling into a mass of sparkling dust. Contact with his skin surprised her, normally there was no sensation touching a humanoid. Only among Telkrans was there ecstasy with the touching, the lure to merge. Granted the touch wasn't as good as a mental link, but would provide her with his species internal structure. Almost instantly she read his DNA down to the last nucleotide. Everything about his kind was assimilated. Lya had a good concept of human anatomy, and altered the remainder of her physique. Granted it was a little more difficult with a male than a female subject, but the sequencing was there. The change was instantly apparent, ah, that's better. She smiled in pleasure. Thank you for the link. I am now...whole, complete? Her hand that had been cold, adjusted to the proper temperature. A pulse raced through her body, as her skin became sensitive to touch. Interesting, Lya. A look of pleasure crossed her visage. This physique was even more compelling with internal structure. This was something that might be noteworthy back home. It was very rare one found the form of a species pleasurable. Lya wondered if she could get him to agree to a mental scan, she would love to know how his thought patterns were organized. As her warm fingers pulled away from his face, she was surprised by the sensation of them drifting across the stubble of his cheek. What is this wetness? Does it signify anger at the Reticulans? Or is it a result of your being unable to breathe? Her head cocked to the side studying him, You will not try to deceive me further, Dizzik? Her face flew through several contortions, getting used to the actual movement of tongue, lips, eyes. Her nose wrinkled, I liked Frodo better. Her legs began to ache a bit in the stooped position, so she sank to the floor next to him. We are safe here. We can wait for you to adjust. You can adjust and talk at the same time? There might be a chance to fight if we had telepaths, or humans with psychokinetic abilities, but your race is too primitive for such things. Without some means of defense, it would be foolish to go anywhere near your solar system. Her eyes held a bit of fire as she turned to look at him. As a further means of trust, I expect you to tell me why you came all the way to my ship for a leaky jump drive.