Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

She looked... well, she looked vaguely suspicious, if he could gauge her expressions. They were genetically modeled on his own, after all, so theoretically, they should mean similar things. But she shook his hand, anyway. He thought he might have felt a tingle, something entirely different from just the usual contact, but he couldn't be sure. What he could be sure of was that this handshake was also something more. From the way her thumb caressed his knuckles to the way she stroked his palm when they let each other go, if her signals were at all akin to human, it was... well, it was confusing, really. Because she was an alien, when one got right down to it. Despite the package, the uncanny aping of human behaviors, even without the emotions informing them... even though she gave the impression of being a very beautiful human woman, and gave the signals that would have had him aroused to the point of distraction with anticipation, he couldn't shake the knowledge that she was a Shifter, down to the molecular level. That had a cooling effect on his passions. And he was listening intently to the knowledge that she was giving him, putting it all together. The next step is yours Dizzik. Either you or another human will need to merge with me to see if we are even compatible. How much is the wealth and salvation of your species worth to you ? He sighed, then, and grinned ruefully. That's an interesting question. Particularly because I'm not quite as interested in the wealth aspect as the salvation aspect, but it all goes hand in hand, doesn't it? At least with your people. You know, I just realized that your species doesn't need recordings and detailed contracts and quite as much proof as my species does. A race of telepaths that can't lie to each other, you wouldn't need to spend a lot of time and effort proving what you say is true, justifying your statements. But not every species is as honest as yours, particularly not my own. Hell, I myself have been so used to dealing with deceit that I practiced it instinctively when I met you. This recording I'm making? Is not for your people, but mine. If we're successful, if we manage to wrest the yoke of oppression off of the neck of my entire species, those who come back in power are going to want to take the credit, take control, deny everything they don't like. So this recording is to address them, and anyone else who wants to know the truth. He straightened up and looked her in the eyes, his tone turning formal. We've shaken hands on an agreement. Whatever profits come out of this agreement, from your people or mine, we split evenly. I'll help you provide your people what they want, and you help me find a way to free humanity. You say that I have to represent the human species? As far as I know, from what you tell me about the Reticulans, I may be the last free human. At the very least, I'm the only one in a position to do anything about it. Therefore, I have no qualms about speaking for my people, because if I don't, humanity as an independent life form will cease to exist. Lya D'vahl of the Consortium, I, Dizzik LaFontaine, as sole representative of the human species to your species, hereby offer to try to merge with you, telepathically, to see if it can be done. He relaxed slightly, and his quirky grin returned. And if it can't, he continued in a much less formal tone, then we can still talk about the other possibilities for the partnership.