Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Lya managed to calm down, but only after Ship began reasoning with her. They are lower forms of life. You cannot expect them to act in a rational manner. They did not damage us more than we are able to repair. The sunlight here is ample for me to restore our wing. Relax and let your particles drift. I will wake you if there is a need. I am always aware of you. For some reason his deep voice was capable of bringing her back to reality. She had specifically picked a male ship. They were typically sturdier and less inclined to histrionics. Lya got along well with him. After their last six years together, it was safe to say, he knew her better than most of her Telkran friends did. She took him at his word. Most of the time he left her alone, but for now he was right. Keep your sensors on anything I might find of interest around the orbital space station, or entering the system. Oh and I'm interested in anything to do with that salvage vessel. If the owner returns keep a record of his transmissions. A spark of pleasure lit the black depths of her eyes before her humanoid shell dispersed. Perhaps I can sell him his own jump drive. At her command, Ship turned his wing to the sun allowing the energy from the electromagnetic radiation to flood the wounded area. Within moments Lya's loose floating particles lost their glimmer, their agitated swirling ceased, to lay suspended and inactive. Everything in the control room was deathly still, but Ship was alert. Slowly the wing began to smooth over and fill in as energy was converted to matter. Suspended in the absolute cold of space, it seemed she had been inert for mere minutes when Ship woke her. A gentle pulse through the control panel and she was stirring. What is it? An unidentified ship has approached our orbit. Their course led directly here Lya. Do you want me to establish a communications link with them? Show me, Ship. Perhaps it was someone with whom she could do business. The thought lifted her spirits a bit. Her only concern was how had he tracked her? There was no way their technology was advanced enough to penetrate her cloak. I want to see them before I open a hail, and remained cloaked, they might just be guessing I'm here. Yeah, fat chance of that Lya. Were there any transmissions from the scavenged ship? Only that it was being offered for sale as salvage. If there was something of value, you would have taken it earlier. I saw no need to wake you. Braelacks Mother! I was really hoping he'd want to buy it back. Her particles swirled lazily around the control room as ship turned the view port toward the alien vessel. Freezing for a moment before sparking to life, What the hell kind of maneuver is that? Someone had launched themself toward her vessel. Lya almost couldn't believe her senses. All she had to do was slowly change position and they'd fly right past her. Curiosity stroked her in sweet pleasure instead of moving out of his trajectory she aligned her port hatch to receive him. Tiny golden flecks of light drifted to the center of the room, merging into the humanoid form she had taken earlier. Her rich tanned skin seemed to ripple as she stepped toward the exit panel. Bare feet crossed the durafoam coated floor of her ship as she made her way to the airlock. There hadn't been time earlier in the day to notice, but this shape felt almost sensual as she moved. The rotation of her hips, and her legs brushing each other, almost distracted her. It bore no resemblance to the jerky movements of many races, like the bugs. She didn't care for assuming that form, but sometimes it was necessary. But this, was pleasurable. For the moment she remained unarmed. It wasn't likely that they could hurt her anyway. Unless they had a disruptor...they wouldn't go to all this trouble as a ruse to get aboard her ship and try to kill her? Steal her cargo? Would they? Lya's hand diffused into a glimmering golden haze as it stretched toward the air lock mechanism. Merging with the small gray circle, slightly different in texture from the rest of the wall, she commanded, Ship, released the force shield to the outer hull of docking hatch two, and initiate Deadman 30 , authorized Lya sigma three, initiate now. Whoever they were they weren't getting their hands on her cargo. Especially her planet buster, the regs on that were strict enough to get her defragmented. Stepping into the air lock, she sealed it behind herself and opened the outer hatch manually. Calmly Lya watched as the cloak shimmered and her 'guest' drifted into the airlock. Completely at ease in the void of space she turned to look at the suited human while simultaneously sealing the hatch. I would have answered a hail. Are you here for business or pleasure?