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The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | "Agent Marrow."All of the Ship AI's had their quirks. Thief of Time's was that she didn't like talking directly to passengers, using subminds or consoles or drones. This was the flat, empty tones of a submind, probably the one responsible for the life support systems again."Please proceed to the shuttle bay. The shuttle there will drop you just outside the runcible port... there is a visitor spaceport there as well. Your contact has been assigned by the cell to watching the port for visitors."The door hissed open pointedly.Down on the planet, Samantha stifled a sigh of relief as the meeting finally broke up. She avoided meeting the gaze of the offworlders, simply ducking out of one of the side doors and making her way to the port causeways. She actually enjoyed the port watching duty... she could while away the time watching people arrive and depart, pretending they were on urgent missions, dreaming of being one of them.The AI, in their rare, secret communications, had hinted at a more direct contact arriving. She knew enough to know that her cell wasn't normally important enough for that level of attention... and one such as herself weren't normally told, unless they needed to be involved. It didn't take long to combine it with the arrival of the offworlders and realise that she herself was in serious danger, and that a lot of trouble was approaching. |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | Marrow sighed. He liked AIs to be a little more communicative than this one he didn't even know its name. He assumed it was Thief, since ship AI was usually named for the ship that was its body, or perhaps the other way around. He didn't spare it much thought because a man could spend a lifetime trying to figure out the ineffable mind of an AI and still end up with more questions than when he started. It didn't want to talk to him, so he didn't want to talk to it. Besides, he had other, more pressing matters to worry about just now.He went out the door the AI had obligingly opened and followed the corridors to a cargo bay. The gravplates that lined the centre of the tunnels were set to mimic the gravity of the world below, a comfortable 0.9, for him to be accustomed to it. Which showed that maybe Thief cared a little more for its human passengers than it seemed.The shuttle was a boxy metallic shape lacking weapons and fitted with hardshields only sufficient to ward off impacts from such space junk as might be expected in orbit above an occupied world. It had no offensive weapons, only meteorite defense lasers which would be of little or no use against another ship, even if it was close enough for them to be effective. It was, in fact, a junker.But since there was no other way to get to the surface, he clambered in, and let the AI run through the preflight checks and guide the vessel from the bay and into the star marked darkness beyond.Accessing his personal netspace though his aug he saw that there was nothing of any interest in his inbox. It was going to be a boring hour until landing. |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | "Agent Marrow,"This time the voice was melodious, soft to the point of shyness. None of the subminds bothered with voice modulation, and the shuttle's comms panel showed the communication coming from the ship. It must be the AI itself.Text flickered across the screen, and his aug flagged a note saying that copies had been sent to it. The melodious voice continued, a sort of breathy ripple that sounded like she was murmuring into his ear."The situation has become more serious. Three individuals have joined the local cell... they were last observed as part of an incident over the Line. The incident is classified, but I can tell you that it resulted in the destruction of an attack class Polity vessel, as well as the deaths of more than five hundred thousand colonists. Contra terrene devices were used by the Separatists."The communication line was abruptly disconnected. The files were a series of reports... some showing blurred pictures of the three individuals, some showing that seventeen energy signals similar to those given off by passive CTDs had been detected in the area he was flying to, and one a comprehensive report of the current cell's activity to date.The shuttle cruised steadily, if a little noisily, into the atmosphere and then curved down for a slightly rough landing on a small pad. The door opened to show a noisy crowd milling about on the other side of the fence... the planet obviously had a healthy traveling culture. |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | "CTDs," thought Marrow. "Fuck."But seventeen of the anti matter warheads was far more than he had thought. They were not easy for anyone to come by, at least for anyone working outside ECS. Which meant that they had somebody, probably more than one somebody, working on the inside. And that was almost unheard of. Most were found out before they could siphon off funds or armaments to their organisation, and... steps were taken, discrete steps, to ensure that whoever was involved wouldn't be causing trouble like that again.There were always people waiting for bodies, even slightly used ones.Marrow was on the ramp and down it even before it had finished lowering to the surface of the landing pad. There was the usual mob of people one found in a place like this. Waiting for people they knew to arrive, others seeing friends or family safely off on their journey, a bunch of people lurking around without anything to do other than watching the various comings and goings.Marrow himself, dressed in a long dust coloured coat, a dark sleeveless shirt and camo fatigues, didn't exactly fit in. He didn't entirely stand out either. Carefully applying an expression of someone a little lost to his features, he accessed a map of the place through his aug.The landing pads, mostly for smaller shuttles, were to the west of the runcible and both were placed together at the northern end of a long causeway lined with the sort of places that sold over priced local rubbish to tourists. In the south was the port town proper, which didn't seem to have a name. Highrises mostly, office buildings and residences. Nothing special, pretty much what he was expecting of a world like this. Beyond it would be wildernesses left over from terraforming, large swathes of skarch trees, mosses and algaes. Prehaps some wildlife too, accidentally brought in through the runcible or deliberately released as game.Know that he had orientated himself sufficiently, he found a seat on a bench and applied himself to spotting whoever the seperatists had sent to keep an eye on the comings and goings. |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | There was only one way in and out of the complex... it was a big gate, but it was a bottleneck nonetheless. This was normally considered sufficient... the runcible AI knew practically every particle that entered or left the spoon, and there were serious checks on the cargos that the shuttles brought in, so why need more than a final gate. The capabilities of the Separatists here made it obvious that it wasn't in fact enough, but that was a question still to be solved.The single gate made it easy for Samantha to watch the people, her discrete, high quality aug helping her scan the flow of people for suitable warning signs. She was very easy for him to spot, a rather attractive, comfortably dressed woman leaning against the gate wall, seemingly just watching the crowds together with the other hangers on. To Marrow's ECS trained attention to detail, however, she was obvious... it was the perfect watching place, she had a smooth, regular way of scanning faces that spoke of long practice, and of course she matched the single picture the AI had filtered out.She hadn't seen him yet, being focused on the nearby swarm of people. |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | Marrow compared Samantha in the flesh to the picture provided for him by Thief. It was the same woman, curvy, dark haired, attractive, and she did not seem to have changed at all since the picture was taken. Of course she hadn't. Marrow himself hadn't physically changed any great deal since his early twenties, and would probably still be looking the same at two hundred. He vaguely wondered how old she might be. There was no available information about this woman, which he marked as downright suspicious.Was this really his contact? Was she even the right woman? Could it be a trap?There were ways of dealing with traps, and Marrow chose the easiest walking right into it.He stood up and wrapped his coat around himself as he strode confidently towards Samantha, his long legs quickly eating up the distance between them. He stopped when there was only a few feet between her and himself."Samantha?" he enquired. |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | She saw him coming, eyes narrowing as her aug search program no doubt threw up all sorts of warning indicators, and then widening as he came right up to her. She looked around hurriedly when he spoke, relaxing a bit as she made sure they weren't being watched, and then nodded curtly."Yeah. Who're you?"Her hands hadn't moved to any kind of weapon, but she stood with a relaxed, even posture that screamed some kind of training. She also kept her head slightly down, able to watch his eyes but keep his hands in her pheripheral vision. This was even more confirmation... she was more than the average separatist, she was capable while still being relatively discrete.The flow of people surged around them, a usefully noisy clutter that went a long way to masking them from watchers. |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | "My name is Marrow," said Marrow, keeping his voice low enough so as not to be easily overheard but not so low as to invite suspicion. He debated internally wether or not to disclose his connection with ECS, and decided against it. "I'm here on behalf of some people," he continued, putting a particular spin on the word people, "who would like to talk to you about certain... delicate matters. Is there somewhere we could go to talk privately?"He carefully watched her eyes while she watched his just as carefully, and slipped his hands into the pockets of his fatigues. To the untrained observer, and perhaps to Samantha too, there seemed to be nothing in either of them. Marrow, however, knew that the left was occupied by a thin gun. He didn't take a grip on it, though, just stood with his hands in his pockets while waiting for this woman to make up her mind.It had occured to him that, if this was a trap, it could be the kind of situation that he wouldn't walk away from. At least with all his major organs still intact. Risks were for taking. What was the point in being alive if you didn't take the odd chance now and then? |
The Shadow of Polity (Qedesha and Graid) | She stared at him for a long, tense moment, then slowly nodded. There was an obvious tensing in her face when his hands went into his pockets, but logic rapidly overruled... if he was ECS, there was no reason why he'd shoot her. If he was a Separatist trick, then she was already a dead woman walking... he wasn't likely to shoot her here either way."There's a box motel up the street, third building, next to the old shuttle building. Take a room, tell the guy at the desk you're waiting for someone. I'll join you there in ten minutes."She looked into his face for a moment longer and then looked away, turning her attention back to the crowd. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The idea of being a doctor on the newest ship, the Fortuna, was one that Fiona Yvette Crusher loved. A part of her however was nervous. Very nervous. She was smiling even so as she headed to the teleport unit, relaxing as she was beamed aboard. She arrived dressed in her neat new uniform, she looked prepared and ready, sure of herself. Long auburn hair fell in a neat ponytail, her brown eyes clouded by worry even as she smiled and fought to hide it.Many people considered her to be very talented and she was indeed a gifted doctor but she was also terrified of messing up. Wesley had been teasing her relentlessly for years now and she knew he expected her to fail. He was now a leiutenant on a new ship himself, having surpassed cadet and ensign quickly. Now she fought to remember what her mother was always saying."Never let things get you down when you can fix them."The words were easy to remember and she smiled as she greeted her captain warmly. It was later when she was alone that she allowed herself to worry properly. Long hair loose now, her slim frame shaking as she sat there. Something told her she was doing something right coming here but she felt like something was wrong. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Counselor's log, stardate eight six two four four point nine four. Counselor Kestra Riker on duty."Kestra leaned back in her chair, running one hand down over her face. She had her mother's striking features, with huge dark eyes and masses of dark, flowing hair, tempered by her father's narrow jawline and high cheekbones. The result was slightly elfin, and very attractive.The tight, flowing 'uniform' she was wearing also showed off her figure to good effect. It wasn't a normal Fleet uniform, instead she was wearing the soothing jumpsuit of a Betazed counselor. The dark turquoise material clung to her body, flaring at the feet and diving to show a hint of appreciable cleavage. Her limited empathy had already picked up some very direct thoughts from the crewmen she'd interviewed, bringing an amused flush to her cheeks.She sighed, dragging her mind back onto the task at hand and leaning forward to check the list on the padd in front of her."So far, the interviews have gone well... the Fortuna's crew are emotionally stable and happy with the change to the new ship. I have called crewman Jones and crewman Gor'natz back for followup interviews tomorrow, as indicated in their logs. I'm now moving onto the officers, starting with..." she checked the padd, "... the medical officer, Doctor Crusher. End log."She smiled at the name, remembering the stories her parents had told her. She was very interested in meeting the daughter of her parents friends. A brief stroke of her fingertips over the console in front of her and a request for an interview was waiting for Fiona's attention. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had taken her chance to unpack easily, doing what she could to tidy her clothes in her closet before she unpacked and shelved her books, settling the photo of her parents on the ngihtstand. After she was finished she picked up her newly assigned duty roster PADD. After a while she had looked up the message in her files. She had smiled at the name. Counsellor Kestra Riker. The daughter of her parents friends.After checking her appearence in her mirror she had sighed, tying her hair back again before she headed out. She didn't want to look too scruffy for her interview or for her first day on the job. She was sure she would one day look a little mussed and she was determined to look as good as possible before that happened. As she was heading through the corridors she was greeted by people and returned the greeting every time.A momentary pause outside the counsellor's office was all it took for her nerves to kick in. She took a few moments to calm herself before she did anything like knocking on the door or chiming in. Once she was certain she was able to hide the majority of her nerves she did chime in, finding that she was able to smile and feel relaxed. Most days she was like this now, a leftover of her half brother's bad temper and bad habits.Now she stood prepared to enter, wondering just how much telepathy and empathy this girl had. Anything she had been feeling would be amplified now and that worried her. A lot. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Rather than calling out impersonally, Kestra immediately got up and walked over to the door. A light touch on the control opened it, her practiced smile faltering slightly as she took in Fiona's appearance. The physical attractiveness hit her like an actual blow.Where on earth did these looks come from,she thought to herself, startled. She didn't remember any of the pictures of Fiona's parents being quite this enticing.Fiona's nervousness was originally lost in the surge of her own emotions, but as her Betazed training reasserted itself and regained control, she became aware of the flood... indeed, she could barely miss it. She carefully rebuilt her welcoming smile and stepped aside."Please, I'm sorry... woolgathering for a moment. Come on in. It's a very great pleasure to meet you," she said warmly."Grab a seat. Would you like something to drink? I have a hankering for some tea myself."She waited until Fiona entered before moving across to the replicator. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Once the doors slid open Fiona felt the same punch of attraction. She had pushed her feelings away and concentrated on paying attention to what the woman had to say. The outfit had suited her and now she felt her eyes sliding up the woman's body.She could tell from the look on the woman's face that she was feeling much the same, dark eyes meeting hers then dropping away.Once Fiona had seen the feelings drop away from Kestra's face she had felt her own emotions going into a freewheeling motion. She felt timid now, sure that her feelings were clear to the woman, nerves still hit hard and she tried her best to push away the feelings, failing. Her eyes had met Kestra's again and she found a blush coming to her. "Thank you." She stepped in then paused. "Water sounds good."She had settled then tried to rein in her sense of remorse. Her eyes slid closed for a moment, her hand coming up as she brushed away tears. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra was aware of the welter of emotions. She kept her back to Fiona as long as possible, giving the woman time to recover her poise. A pristine glass of water and a steaming cup of tea were set on the little table next to the double seat, and then Kestra sat down herself, smiling professionally again, trying to ignore both her own emotions and the ones she could feel."I'm glad you had time to see me," she said as an opener. "I'm enjoying getting to know the crew. A good team so far, it's very promising."She hesitated for a second, then decided to go with her usual approach."Now, my duty here is to keep you content and emotionally healthy. I'm lucky... most people are quite capable of dealing with that kind of thing on their own. I'm just around to offer support and the occasional touch of an outside view. This does mean, however, that we'll both be working with your mind, which is rather personal. So... to make it easier, I invite you to poke around in my mind first."She smiled, letting the thought settle for a moment before continuing."What I mean is... ask me anything, anything you want no matter how personal, and I will answer. Anything said in this room is just between us, so... don't hold back." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had looked up as Kestra settled, reaching for the water and taing a drink before she listened to the other woman's words. As Kestra spoke Fiona found it easier to settle, there was something calming about the other woman, something familiar. She knew that Kestra's mother had got on well with her own and she took a moment to wonder if that was why she felt so safe here.The words 'poke around' drew a slight smile from Fiona. She felt happier now. Kestra clearly understood why she would be nervous even if that wasn't her own personal reason. She took a moment now to think about her words, she didn't want to go too fast and too personal. Now she wondered why it felt so right to say the words that came to her now. "Why did you...choose to come here?" The question was shy, her self doubt showing as she'd paused for a break before finishing her question.Now she found she was looking at Kestra a little closely, questioning what had made her ask that. She quessed it was something about the woman that drew her to feel safe. Something told her she could trust Kestra. The same feeling her own mother had said she had around Deanna. She guessed that was a family trait for both of them, trusting and being trustable. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra felt contentment as she sensed Fiona calming, stifling the urge to nod to herself in satisfaction. She contemplated the question thoughtfully, assembling an answer."Well... I suppose most people think I joined Starfleet out of pressure from my parents, but actually the opposite is true... both wanted me to stay on Earth, to help people there, rather that move out into the conflicts that were growing out here. I was determined, though... I saw the Fleet as the place I could be of the most help, while also seeing interesting things. Of course, there's always the temptation of powerful friendships and relationships like our parents developed, to add the final irresistible lure."She smiled again, nodding to emphasise her own words."This of course led me to the Fortuna... I specifically requested a new ship as a posting, to share in the growth of its own personality, and to help the crew come together. How about you, how did you end up here?" |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The words seemed honest and Fiona could sense that Kestra was worth trusting. Now she felt safer, safe enough to talk about what it was that made her choose this course in life. What had lead her to this point in time."I joined Starfleet young, youngest cadet they took my year... just 11 or so." Fiona smiled softly. "I spent so much of it listening to people talk about my mother, my father... Wesley." She sighed and shrugged a little. "I wanted to see that I wasn't just another Crusher." She let her smile drop then, speaking quietly. "I guess that's why I asked to be put here... not with your father and mother and not with my family... or Wes." Each time she'd said Wesley's name she sounded angry, fear and anger both projected in her body language and mood. "I needed to be my own person... no matter how much I love my family."A pause fell before Fiona spoke again. "I'm glad I did, it's meant that I met Captain Dax... Leiutenant Worf's daughter... t's proven to me just what I always believed. We can be our own people even when we're passed on a great burden or even just a famous name." She paused and swallowed. "I'm glad I met you." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "I'm very glad I met you too."The words didn't come out with the professional smoothness she intended... there was an edge of real meaning there, and she cursed herself internally for the slip.Recovering, she set her mind back to business."I sense a lot of tension within you when you talk about your family... particularly your brother. I would like to try to understand that, if that's okay... why don't you start by telling me about him. I never met him myself."It was a slightly risky gambit, pushing towards such a serious topic so early in the consultation, but there was a definite sense of a connection between them, a comfort that had already formed, and she was relying on it somewhat to move them forward. This was what her rational mind said... the emotional part of her was quite aware that it was an attempt to move away from her own unsteady thoughts. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The softness and honesty of Kestra's words made it easy for her to smile now. That smile faded soon after. She felt edgy, nervous for some reason and she disliked that she could feel like that. That wasn't what she wanted to feel near this woman, at all. She needed to trust her.The next question had shaken her out of her brave facade and she looked away, then down, clearly swallowing painfully. She was clearly scared of her emotions around her brother self loathing and hatred mixing together. She had pushed it away. She needed to feel it now and say it."I..." She had visibly flinched and looked down. "I don't like him, not that much." The admittance had been painful enough to draw tears, painful tears. "He... he always laughed at me, picked on me." She looked away again now, struggling to hold back her feelings. "He hated me... he still hates me." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra nodded sympathetically."I can sense how strongly you feel. I'm sorry. There's no law to say that you have to get on well with your siblings, of course."She shifted, picking her next words carefully. One soft hand lifted to gently touch Fiona's arm, a hint of warm contact."Hate is a very strong word, though. I can't imagine anyone hating you, but of course you would know better whether he does or doesn't. Why don't you explain a little more about how things are between you?"She listened carefully, watching Fiona as she spoke. She had to watch, to read the facial emotions and contrast them with those she could feel... but she was also watching because she simply liked looking at Fiona. Yet again, it was an almost physical effort to squash the inappropriate thoughts. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra's sympathetic nodding had made it all the more tempting for her to cry. Instead she pushed the emotion down. Fighting it. She wasn't going to cry now.The feeling of Kestra's warm hand and quiet calming contact had helped. She felt a little less shivery and scared now. All the same she had done her best not to show her emotions, knowing Kestra would feel them all the same. Her emotions had risen all the same."Where do I start?" The question was quiet and she sighed silently. "He always picked on me. He made it so clear I wasn't good enough to be considered his sister..." She looked down, fighting back tears again. "So many years he chose to just pick me out if we played games, marking me as a loser." fear bubbled up as she fought back further tears, this time losing her fight and feeling tears come to her eyes then slowly drip down her cheeks."When I hit 16..." She shook her head. "Let's just say Wesley thought I was a good target for his creepy little games." She could vividly remember when he had pounced on her and made her his sex toy. She had fought back at first. hen finally gone back to work, landing here at the age of 21. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra felt the edge of the emotion when Fiona mentioned the games, frowning to herself as she recoiled internally from the darker emotion. The tears were already melting her heart, and she compulsively moved a little closer, reaching up as gently as possible to pull the girl into an embrace, their thighs pressed together by her closeness."I'm really sorry," she said softly, "But I have to ask. We can stop here if you want, or we can continue, it's up to you... but I want you to tell me about the games."She could feel the dampness on her shoulder from Fiona's tears. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fion had felt Kestra withdraw and forced the emotion away, keeping her eyes on the floor until she was sure she'd be alright. Even as she listened to Kestra speak she knew she'd have to talk about the games much as she wished she could pretend they never happened. The feel of Kestra's shoulder under her cheek and her thigh pressed against hers had helped a little."How much..." She stopped then swallowed. "Alright." She knew she'd cry a little more but she forced herself to speak all the same. "He... always knew when... when our parents were going out." She paused, composing herself. "He'd wait until I was in bed then he'd come in, he'd start slowly, wanting to feel me flinch before..." Tears escaped her again now and she swallowed painfully. "Before he took all I had. All my innocence, all my bravery... anything that could hurt me he'd do." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra kept the woman close, sharing her warmth, holding her reassuringly. Normally she would never dare touch a 'patient' like this, but she could feel the closeness between them and the trust they were somehow already building, and she always let the needs of the emotions override whatever propriety might be expected."I'm so sorry," she whispered. "You never told anyone?"It was a silly question, but it had to be asked. With the flood of emotions she could feel she couldn't think clearly enough to structure a more complex one anyway. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The words 'I'm sorry' had made her less distressed, her eyes meeting Kestra's as she answered. "No... No... I never... Jean Luc couldn't have stopped him anyway and mama... he was always mama's little boy. A sweet innocent around her, he only ever took it out on me when she was out." She was fighting back tears now. "Nobody knew." Every word took great effort and even when she finished she had no real way of controlling her breaths.Slowly the hurt had eased away, leaving her angry and in pain. She had let the anger drain, knowing it was the pain she needed to heal somehow. Her head came to rest against Kestra's shoulder, her sigh playing across Kestra's neck. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | It was suddenly hard, very hard, for the young woman to keep her mind on professional lines. The warmth and closeness of the attractive form of Fiona, the powerful emotions filling the room, and her own, natural wants and desires... all of these were brought to a sudden point by the gentle caress of Fiona's breath on her neck.She'd always had a sensitive neck, something past lovers had had a great deal of amusement with. It was easy to distract her, or turn her on, or even calm her down when she was angry, with a gentle kiss or nip on the curve of her neck.She literally quivered against Fiona, then had to take a deep breath and gently disengage the hug."This was just supposed to be an initial evaluation," she said gently."I think we've covered a lot more than intended. I want you to come back tomorrow, after your duty shift, and we can talk a bit more... would that be okay for you?" |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The feelings were very much mutual. Fiona felt calm enough that when Kestra pulled back she didn't flinch at all. The feel of Kestra's quiver had made her own impossible to quench. SHe listened carefully as Kestra spoke and nodded instantly, seemingly less broken than she had been, simply opening up had helped."That sounds like a good idea." She agreed quietly. Something in her very much didn't want to show how she felt but all the same she forced herself not to react. "I'll... see you then?" She asked, seemingly reining in her emotions. She didn't doubt she'd have nightmares that night. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra took a deep breath, then forced herself to break the body contact and stand, reaching down to gently take Fiona's hands and pull her to her feet."Yes, I think a break and a brief return to normality is best for you at the moment. We have plenty of time... we can take things slowly, which is healthy."She smiled and led the woman to the door, brushing her fingertips over the control to open it and let her out. She couldn't resist reaching up with one hand to smooth away a tear mark, smiling softly and sympathetically at her."But I'm not chasing you away. If you feel you need someone to listen between now and then, or just someone to be close by, then call me immediately, okay? I'll come running." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had felt the cool air the second that Kestra stood, she had willingly accepted Kestra's hands before she stood up. The gentleness was clear when she listened to Kestra's words. She was sweet and beautiful, just like her mother she guessed. "Okay... that makes sense."As she walked with Kestra to the door she knew she would feel happier once they had explored what was bothering her. As Kestra brushed away the tearmark her breath hitched and she forced herself to calm. The quiet offer had made her smile. "Thank you." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The corridor outside was quiet... Kestra had specifically requested a quiet corner of the ship, for visitors to have the silence to calm themselves while walking. She gently eased Fiona through the door, waved a gentle goodbye, and then touched the control to make the door hiss shut.The moment the door was between them she leaned her forehead against the cool material, eyes closing."Kestra, what are you doing?" she asked herself softly. Same gender relationships might be a lot more socially acceptable than they were four hundred years ago, but doctor and patient relationships were still very carefully examined, and often found to be a problem.Mind racing, but not sure how to find a solution, she flopped back onto her couch and put her head back. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | As Kestra was asking herself questions Fiona was trying to convince herself it was fine. She had walked back to her quarters to wash her face before taking her duty shift. She was pacing the medi bay and waiting for someone to come whilst she was thinking about Kestra. Even her mother, a woman she considered mostly straight, was a little bit in love with her friend. Now she'd met Kestra she understood why.As she worked on calming herself and waiting for a person to join her she thought her emotions through carefully. She was feeling less worried about her half brother and seemed happy. Her long auburn hair was clipped back now, her clothing neat as she waited.All too soon someone had shown. The physicals were half done and now she waited, knowing she'd eventually have to summon Kestra. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The rest of her own active shift had been empty, and Kestra had actually fallen asleep on the couch... an occasional side effect of the meditation techniques she'd learnt. If there wasn't a particular goal for the meditation it normally calmed her into a doze.Her sleep was fitful, though. Anxious worries swirled around her in an unformed nightmare, and she eventually awoke with a start, looking around in a fright before catching up with reality."What was that?" she murmured, climbing to her feet to wander over and rinse her face. It was a pointless question, though... she knew what was on her mind, and she still had no idea how to resolve it.The appointment waiting on her console immediately rocketed her heart rate back up. Her physical was due, and it was Fiona on duty. Playing for time, she headed for a shower and cleaned herself slowly and deliberately, but the time was soon there for her to head to medical.She was actively concentrating on not hyperventilating when she finally arrived in the bay, smiling shyly as she entered. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The sound of near silent footsteps had made her look up. A small smile came to her as she prepared the PADD and the stuff she'd need. She had a feeling that she would feel the woman coming and truth be told she had a little. All the same she kept herself steady, turning to greet the woman. "Come in Kestra."The woman had been deliberately left for the last of the physicals. She had sent the request despite her anger at having to do it soon after she had regained her calm. She had pushed the emotions down, although she was sure Kestra could feel how calm she was and happy."There's a gown behind the screen."She knew this would be tough but she'd given the woman the first hints of a smile, relaxed and perapred for what she'd be doing. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra's breath caught again at Fiona's words... and, she had to admit to her self, a little at simply hearing her voice.She went behind the screen, stripping off uniform and underwear, pulling the gown over her shoulders and tying it awkwardly. She emerged with another shy smile, moving over to the medical bed and leaning against it."Are you feeling a bit better?" she asked softly. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had noticed Kestra's breath catch and she smiled sligtly, finding she felt a little sorry for her. She knew it had to be strange being on the other side now.Fiona had moved closer as she watched the woman lean against the medical bed. She looked uncomfortable but relaxed. The answer to the question was simple to give. "Yeah." She agreed softly. "So... when was your last physical?" |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Um,"Kestra shook her head."I have no idea, actually. With moving ships, and the change in duties... I've really lost track of time. I know it's been a while... I think I missed one when I switched from cadet to active duty, and then another when I moved from base to ship duty. So... a couple of years, at least."She blushed a little, shrugging self conciously. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | A slight smile tugged at Fiona's lips then and she spoke softly. "Then I guess I'll just have to be extra careful not to miss anything." She spoke softly, moving closer. "Get up on the bed please." She kept her voice soft and professional but she had also given them privacy by locking the door and setting up a curtain. She wasn't going to embarrass the woman for anything."Try to relax." She could see the woman wasn't confident this level of undressed. Still she made a point of keeping her voice level and warm, caring and tenderness clearly in her mood. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | It was the same effect in reverse... Kestra couldn't help feeling more relaxed than she would normally, just from the real emotions of care and concern she could feel, as well as the attractive warmth of Fiona's voice. Fiona's physical attractiveness, however, was not calming... but it was certainly not a bad form of unsettling.She hid a grin at the overt thought, and then cursed herself internally for the inappropriatness. She lifted herself onto the bed, the gown spreading and lifting to reveal long, smooth legs."Do I lie down?" she asked, unsure what Fiona wanted to examine first. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "You can stay sitting up for now." Fiona spoke softly, lowering herself carefully to her knees. "I tend to work from the foot up... first what's on view... then the more private places." She was going to check what she could first from the floor. Her touch was gentle as she moved to check the woman's feet for signs of damage, the left coming up clean, then the right. Soon enough her hand skimmed up the woman's legs, stopping at the hem of the gown before she stood to check the woman's arms, her touch soft as she trailed fingers over a small bruise."How did this happen?"The question was gentle. She had a feeling it was something light but she had to ask. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra looked at the bruise in some surprise. The touch on her legs had sent sparkles through her brain, and it was a relief to have something to focus on that wasn't Fiona's wonderful fingers. She shook her head slowly."I have... no idea." Her voice was a little unsteady, and she again cursed herself internally."I guess I... must have walked into a doorway or something, without realising." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Well, the good news is it's healing." Fiona spoke softly, meeting Kestra's eyes slowly. She had shifted to check the other arm, her touch gentle on the woman's arm. this one had no marks and she moved to gently inspect the woman's neck, tucking long hair out of the way as she did so, trailing a slow hand over the woman's neck softly. She had met the woman's eyes again as she moved to check her face and head for marks or wounds. Nothing. So far, so normal. She knew what was coming next and moved around the bed and the woman, slowly undoing the back of the woman's gown, her touch soft on the woman's back as she checked her over."Okay... take the gown off please." Her words were soft as she stroked her hand slowly over the woman's shoulders, noting the slight mark on the woman's shoulder, gently stroking it even as she felt the skin and muscle tense. She had smoothed the mark away then, noting how easily it disappeared. Clearly it wasn't a bruise, just a sore point. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The light touch was driving Kestra mad, to the point that she had to struggle to avoid showing it. Her heart was a lot faster than normal, her breathing quicker as well. The caress on her neck made her eyes flutter shut, and she was only half aware of the gown being undone, and the touch on her back and shoulders.The instruction to remove her gown made her breath audibly catch again, and she blushed slightly as she stood. It slid off her shoulders and she set it aside, revealing a smooth, curved, very fit body. She had inherited her mother's voluptuousness, eased somewhat with her father's fit toning, and the result was a body that was very sexy indeed.Her spectacular bottom peeked at Fiona over the edge of the bed as she waited for the next instruction. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had taken a moment to look the woman over before she spoke, her voice kept level by sheer will power. "Okay, lie down if you please." Her voice remained gentle as she waited for the woman to follow the advice. She felt a lot of things about this woman but she kept herself steady by sheer force of will, she'd see what happened personally after. Better to finish her job first. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra perched herself on the bed again, then swung her legs back and leaned back. Her long legs parted slightly, an entirely automatic motion to get comfortable. Her breasts jutted firmly, even against the pull of gravity. Her mound was smooth and slightly dark with the flush of arousal, a darker pink than her nipples... they were small, light, and jutted with rather embarrassing excitement.Kestra tried to ignore them, hoping against hope that Fiona wouldn't notice either sign of physical excitement. She stared determinedly at the ceiling, not wanting to meet the woman's eyes, not sure what she would do if she did. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had indeed noticed but she decided to leave it unsaid. She wasn't about to embarrass the woman. At all. Intead she moved to gently probe the woman's upper thigh, noting a small bruise, a firm line. Most likely from a desk. She didn't ask about this one, leaving it be. She had moved her hands over the woman's stomach gently probing it, checking for signs of wincing or pain. She saw none. All the same she let her hands move to the woman's breasts, keeping herself controlled with a simple technique, checking for lumps mainly at the moment. Again she found nothing, although she was sure the other woman could read her interest in her.Her touch remained soft as she stroked a hand over her mound, keeping her touch softly firm before she let a hand slide into the woman, checking for wounds of any sort. This was going to most likely be a weekly or monthly thing. Somehow she had a feeling she wouldn't mind at all, especially with Kestra."When was your last period? and the last time you had sex?" |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The stroking over her thighs had her almost squirming. Her breath was audibly fast by the time Fiona's hands settled on her breasts, and she had to turn her face to one side as her cheeks turned red.Her betazoid senses could definitely pick up the interest behind Fiona's firm professionalism, and it certainly wasn't helping her keep calm. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been against the woman's soft, sensual hands.All this meant that by the time Fiona's hand dipped to her mound, she was dripping wet. As it pressed in the young woman couldn't stifle a soft, but clear, erotic moan of pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, but it had come at a level that went below her conscious control.The question helped her take control again, for a moment, although the second half made her hips jump slightly."T.. two weeks," she managed, stuttering slightly. "As for the second... question... more than a year now." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona could tell the girl was excited and moved to gently stroke the woman's cheek. "You seem very... excited." She spoke gently now, her tone soft. "I'll only go on if you want me to." Clearly she wanted to help the woman but she wasn't about to force her. Either way her tone was now personal, kind and sweet but that of a woman intrigued. She wasn't going to attack her or hurt her, she'd had enough of that and she got the feeling Kestra would prefer she waited for an answer. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "I do... I mean, I don't... I mean. Um. I'm sorry if I'm... making you uncomfortable. I just... you... ah..."Words didn't seem to be marshalling themselves properly in Kestra's head. She finally turned her head and opened her eyes, looking up into Fiona's gaze, her own a welter of emotions... desire, lust, and a very real romantic interest reflected in them.She'd never have dared be so open if it wasn't for the matched interest she could sense in Fiona."Honestly... I want something... different for you to go on with."She blushed hotly at the clumsy line, biting her lip and looking away again."I'm sorry, that was terrible." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra's stumbling for words had only made her all the more attractive to Fiona. Her shyness also helped. Their eyes met and she listened carefully to the woman's words, still gently stroking her cheek. She could see the emotions clearly in Kestra's eyes and felt a little sorry for her. She knew she too would have been stumbling for words."It's alright." Fiona spoke softly. "You seem to need something, something I can give." She spoke gently. "I know what it's like to need that release." Honesty was clear in both her mood and tone and she spoke softly now, kindly. "If you let me help you, this time, then we can figure the rest of it out." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Again, it was a mixture of her arousal, her serious interest in Fiona, and the sense that the interest was returned, that made her be as honest as she was."I do want you to help me... please..." she blushed, biting her lip briefly, and then went on."I also really want to figure the rest of it out. In a good way, I mean. I think... I really think there is something here. Between us."She was still breathing fast, a pretty flush on her cheeks, hips twitching under Fiona's hand. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Good to know I'm not the only one who sees something there... for us." Fiona murmured, slowly increasing the pressure and pace of her fingers, knowing exactly how best to pleasure her and wanting to make her feel good. As good as she possibly could.Neither woman would be able to talk about it in public but that didn't worry her at all. She wanted to protect the woman and make her feel as good as she could do, they could talk later. They would be talking later and she knew she could do as much as she wanted.Caring for someone other than her mother or father was new for her. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | With the excitement of the new relationship, the unintentional tease, and the skill of Fiona's fingers, it wasn't long at all before Kestra was clutching at her wrist, pulling her hand against her as she gasped her way through a quiet orgasm.Finally, the peak washing over her, she slumped back, and then raised herself to reach up to Fiona, running a thumb over her cheek before pulling her down for a kiss. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona went willingly into the kiss, her hand remaining still as she did so. When she felt the woman relax she pulled free, gently pulling out of the kiss, eyes searching Kestra's face before she spoke gently. "You are... amazing." The words were soft and honest.She was gently stroking Kestra's cheek as she watched her, smiling as she smoothed the woman's hair out of her eyes. She could feel herself falling already. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "I'm amazing? Have you not seen yourself?"Kestra grinned up, flopping back onto the bed, warmth spreading through her from the afterglow. She desperately, urgently wanted to bring the same pleasure to Fiona but she didn't know how to approach it, how to ask. She felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush all of a sudden, frightened to do anything that might break the moment."I want you," she said finally. "I want to make love to you." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had smiled at Kestra's words, blushing all the same. Still she liked the feeling it gave her. Warmth. Warmth and happiness. She had watched Kestra closely and smiled shyly when Kestra spoke, finding herself blushing but willing, very willing. "I'd like that." The words were soft as she stroked Kestra's cheek, moving closer to settle on the bed. "Where do you want me?" |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra didn't answer with words, instead pulling the woman down to another hungry, urgent kiss. Her hands went to Fiona's desirable body, half undressing her, half pulling her down beside her. She wanted her naked, and close so their bare bodies could move together, against each other.She took every opportunity to caress her breast, cup her ass, run fingertips along her thigh, trying to copy everything that Fiona had done to drive her so wild. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had given into the kiss with a passion. She normally would have pulled away or panicked but not this time. This time she trusted Kestra completely. She had settled easily beside the woman, her clothing soon falling away, leaving them both naked on the bed.Kestra's hands covered her, finding her ass, breasts and sliding between her legs, her body opening to the woman almost instantly. A gasp escaping her. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra devoured the girl's mouth, tongue delving deep as her hands slid over the woman's body, caressing and fondling and exploring. One finger finally pressed into her, sliding between the folds, sinking deep inside before curling up to find and press her clit.Meanwhile she kissed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and little licks over her shoulder and down the curve of one breast to circle her nipple. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had arched into Kestra's hands all too willingly. As Kestra's finger slid into her she had gasped again, a moan soon following. As the finger found her clit she had arched and cried out, unable to hide her keening moan. Every moan showed how happy she was, how much she trusted Kestra.As Kestra kissed a trail down her body she arched and cried out again softly. Each one was quiet and the sounds were swallowed by the medical bay, keeping their meeting secret. Each kiss had made her feel safer. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra gave herself completely up to exploring Fiona's beautiful body. A second finger joined the first, the two moving within her while her mouth tongue the nipple, then continued down her body, kissing down between her cleavage and then over her abdomen.Finally, eagerly, she withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her mouth, pert ass in the air as she knelt on the bed, tongue caressing Fiona's folds before delving into her, tasting her as she sought her clit again. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The second finger had doubled the pleasure that Fiona felt and she had given a definate moan at the feelings she was having now. Kestra's tongue had found her nipple before the kisses and the tongue slid lower, leaving her gasping again. Every moment was giving her more pleasure. Kestra was gentle but firm enough that she felt every touch. As the fingers retreated she felt a definate ache of loss, the tongue and lips against her soon drawing further moans of pleasure however. As the tongue found her clit she had arched into Kestra, clearly incredibly close to climax. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Every hint of Fiona's pleasure just spurred Kestra on, her tongue lapping and curling into the woman's pussy, delving in and then flicking over the clit, again and again. Her hands slid over Fiona's thighs, stroking them with an urgent need as her mouth sought the woman's climax. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | The climax had hit hard and she cried out, glad of the large medical area and the locked doors. She was mewling softly as she came down, a hand stroking through Kestra's hair, showing her affection even as she fought to control her breathing, radiating pleasure and calm feelings. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra caressed her through the climax, licking and sucking gently, drinking her pleasure even as she felt it through her senses, her own face flushed with empathic pleasure even as she felt the woman relax.She gently kissed her way back up Fiona's body, a trail of lip caresses along her stomach, over the other nipple, and then into the curve of her neck before her tongue delved into Fiona's mouth again, kissing her with an urgent hunger, body pressed against hers. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona had enjoyed the feeling of Kestra with her as she came down and even as the woman kissed and licked her way back up her body she had waited for Kestra to reach her lips, the kiss passionate and needy.Fiona kept her arms around the woman, pulling her down hard against herself, feeling the press of Kestra's body against her own. A hand slid through Kestra's hair and she smiled, releasing the woman slowly from the kiss. She was gasping slightly. "So beautiful." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Talking about yourself, are you?"Kestra grinned, both at the lame quip and at the view she had of Fiona's beautiful, flushed face. She paused to admire the view, then leaned in to brush lips over her neck again."I think you're going to have to find another counselor," she said softly. "I don't think I'm allowed to feel like this about a patient." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Fiona laughed softly. "I was talking about you actually." She was smiling even as she spoke. Lips had brushed softly over her neck and she moaned softly. "I don't think anyone needs to know about us." She spoke softly. "Don't ask, don't tell remember?" She was smiling all the same. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra sighed, propping her head on one hand as the other traced circles just under Fiona's breasts."I meant morally. I'm likely to be somewhat biased now, and that doesn't make a good counselor."She smiled again, watching Fiona's eyes."It's okay, though. I know how to talk to the people in charge. I can get you reassigned."The hand slid up to gently cup one breast, just holding it. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "You really think I'd trust someone else?" Fiona questioned softly. She was telling the truth, it had been hard enough for her to be honest with Kestra about Wesley's attack ideas and she wasn't up for doing it all over again. All the same she seemed to relax under the woman's touch. Kestra had moved to cup her breast and she'd sighed softly. "I'm not out to cause trouble though." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Even if I find you someone I trust?" she asked gently. She just held her hand there, admiring the warmth of the soft curve in her hand, marvelling at how different it felt to her own."You can just talk to them on screen. We'll be in comms range of the base for a while. It's not that I don't want to be the one, it's just... I don't think I would be able to be what you need."She sighed and let her head dip to rest on Fiona's shoulder."We can talk about it later, maybe. You need to finish your shift, and I need to clean up. Dinner? Ten forward at nine?" |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Even then." The admittance was painful and it was clear Fiona wasn't happy about it at all. Even when Kestra expanded on her idea. She spoke quietly. "You already are what I need." There was clear honesty in her words and she couldn't help but sigh softly. "You already are."As she let Kestra rest her head against her shoulder she smiled softly. "That sounds like a good idea." Her touch was soft on the woman's cheek. "Do be careful though.." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | Kestra sighed at Fiona's stubborn insistence, then couldn't help smiling at the woman's gentle words. She nodded, leaning into the hand that caressed her cheek, then reluctantly slid off the bed and moved to pick up her clothes."Be careful? Careful of what?"She peered quizzically at her as she stepped into her underwear, and then started pulling the suit into place. |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "You tend to get the crazies."Fiona half shrugged, standing to dress carefully, aware of every move she made, taking her time before she answered the rest of it."Those and the people with emotional baggage." |
Star Trek: Fortuna (Quedesha/Cheerio) | "Is that some kind of self depreciation?"Kestra tugged the uniform straight, then gazed at Fiona."Knock that off, or I'll put you over my knee."She grinned, eyes twinkling."I've always wanted to do that to a patient. It's a fantasy I'll indulge with you, if you're not careful." |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Epona reared back on her rear hooves with a loud whinny. Ali gripped her reigns tightly to stay on as she drew her sword. Easy girl they re just monsters She said to her We ve fought them before .The monsters moved in to attack just as Epona brought her front hooves down on their heads. Ouch good girl She said staring at the dead monsters I m gonna buy you a ton of carrots .Kicking off gently she pulled Epona into a gallop towards Hyrule s castle town. This would be her first time seeing the city she had always heard stories about. It would be amazing, but she was not there to sight see, she had a mission to do. As the castle town loomed nearer, she slowed Epona to a trot and pulled the green cap off her head. Her long blonde hair fanned out around her as she wiped the sweat from her brow. I can t wait until I meet Zelda She said softly I ll bet she s a nice person .Her bright blue eyes widened in wonder as she and Epona rode into the town. It appeared there was going to be a celebration and the town was amazing decorated. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Sword met shield as the male let out a grunt of exertion. Gasping heavily, it wasn't long before his attacker took yet another swing, again, easily deflected from the plate of metal he held on his left arm. With the next swing, the male was focusing heavily now, listening to the sound the metal made as it swung through the air, the beads of sweat falling down his forehead, the intense look of his attacker. With the sword just touching the shield, he pushed forward, sending his opponent off balance as his right foot swept forward, tripping the attacker as his own sword was lowered to the man's throat."Yield?" The male spoke, his voice deep and commanding. Without too much warning, a round of applause erupted around them, a beautiful woman getting up of the throne set higher above the rest of the crowd. Walking forward, the two fighting men dropped to their knees as well as the crowd. Reaching the loser, the woman placed her hand upon his shoulder."You fought valiantly, and your defeat was honourable..." Her voice twinkled to all those who could hear."Thank you Queen Zelda," the man replied, careful to keep his eyes on the ground."And you Flint, you have fought with your usual passion," the Queen continued, turning to the other male. "You may rise.""Thank you mother," Flint replied with his deep voice, getting back to his feet as he removed his helmet, letting all those around them see the resemblance to the Queen.Removing his gauntlets as well, he passed them to a servant who bowed and rushed off to clean and polish them. Running a hand through his blonde hair, it wasn't particularly long only just reaching his ears, but he had developed a habit of running a hand through it when he was thinking."Mother, all these tournaments are fine... But I wish there was something more practical I could do to help the kingdom. What else was all my training for?"With a sigh, the Queen turned to face her son, their blue eyes meeting as she looked deep in them."Son... You may wish things were exciting but I am glad for this peace and quiet." With a sigh, Zelda turned to continue walking back through the doors into the mighty castle, he son continuing to walk alongside her. "Plus I couldn't bear to lose you Flint..."Turning his own head to look at his mother, Flint could see that far away look in her eyes that she often had when she was thinking of the past.Without worrying too much, Flint chose to ignore it. He had seen her like this before and now he had more important duties to continue with his mother in the throne room, mainly seeing to the needs of the people before him, which his mother now wanted to include him in as he was getting close to the age of ruling the kingdom himself. With a sigh, Flint took his seat by his mother's side, wishing that just for once, something interesting would happen in Hyrule. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | She climbed off Epona and walked her toward the castle. Stopping just short of the guards she released the reigns and patted Epona's nose."Find a nice patch of grass and wait for my whistle" She said as Epona galloped off.She walked forward on her own and stopped in front of the guards."I have business with the Queen" She said "Please allow me to pass".The guards looked at each other but they let her pass. With the peace that had been reigning they'd gotten complacent. Ali walked past them into the castle courtyard and smiled. It was well kept and lovely but the guards weren't exactly being diligent."Wow...peace really doesn't sit well for guards" She said with a low chuckle "They enjoy it too much".She stepped to the door and it opened for her and she stepped inside. A nearby guard came over and asked what she was doing."I have some business with the queen" She said "Might I be able to have an audience with her".The guard nodded and led her to the throne room where she stepped inside returning the cap to her head. Her resemblance to the great hero Link was uncanny especially when she was wearing the green tunic that had been altered for her."Your highness" She said stepping toward the throne and kneeling down "I have traveled far for an audience with you" |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Watching the strange figure walk up to the throne, Flint smiled. It wasn't everyday you saw someone wearing such a ridiculous outfit. Zelda on the other hand looked as if she was seeing a ghost.It took Flint a few seconds to realise that it looked like his mother was in shock. "Excuse me can we help?" Flint asked softly. But before either Flint or this newcomer could make a single noise. Zelda was up upon her feet, slowly walking towards to figure."Link... Link is that you?" Her face was in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.Flint himself had looked a little confused. Link? He had heard about the name before, something his Mother used to talk to him when he was smaller. The story of 'The Hero of Time' who saved the princess and the whole of Hyrule. But that wouldn't be possible, he would be a lot older surely? |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "No" she said simply a touch of sadness in her voice "I'm his daughter Ali".She raised her head and looked at Zelda wishing that she didn't look like her father. Then again if she didn't it would make her mission more difficult."I am sorry if that disappoints you" She added "But highness the reason I came was to offer my services as a warrior".She unsheathed her sword and laid it flat in her hands."I am willing to swear fealty to you Zelda, queen of Hyrule" She said "So that I can as my father before me and protect the kingdom to the best of my abilities". |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | With a sad smile, Zelda returned to her throne, glancing at the figure before her."There is a very uncanny resemblance between the two of you..." Zelda exclaimed, smiling still. "Rise, I accept your noble cause, though you will find Hyrule to be a rather more peaceful place these days."With those few words, Flint felt as if a hammer had been smashed against his heart. Standing up, he glared at the girl before him before turning to his mother."How dare you give away my role as protector of the kingdom, Mother! I am the one who has been trained from birth to protect and rule and with just a quick smile and presentation of a sword you take it away from me?" His voice was angry, never before had he felt such betrayal, such rage from anyone."Flint, don't be such a spoilt child. If this girl is anything like her father than she is more than adequate to protect Hyrule. You should be honoured for her service to us..." Turning back to the girl, she continued talking to Ali. "How is your father doing?" She enquired politely.Without saying another word, Flint walked down to the doors, not even begging leave from his mother or even acknowledging the girl still standing there as he stormed off to his own chambers. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | She didn't flinch at the prince's harsh words it was a silent understanding of why Zelda wouldn't want him to fight."I had no thoughts of stealing your right to guard the kingdom" She said softly as he passed.Then Zelda's question caught her attention and she turned her gaze to her."My father is dead" She said softly at least she thought he was.She hadn't actually found his body but there had been enough to make her believe he was dead."I am sorry to have to deliver such grave news" She said softly "His death...wasn't painful". |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Even though Flint had heard the words spoken by Ali he had chosen to ignore them. "Stupid girl..." he murmured to himself as he walked up the stairs to his chambers. "Thinks she's better than me... Protect the kingdom... She probably can't even protect a blade of grass..."Smiling to himself at putting down someone he didn't even know when they hadn't even heard any of it, Flint collapsed into the chair by his desk, pulling of a set of throwing knives someone had given him for his last birthday.Pulling a knife out of the holster, he balanced it on a finger. Each knife was made from the highest quality metal, perfectly balanced for throwing and sharpened to a razor edge. Within the space of a second a dull thudding noise could be heard as the knife buried itself into the door to his chamber. Without too much thought he drew out the others, casually flicking each to form his family crest upon the door. Getting up, he pulled each knife out before sitting down and starting the process again.Meanwhile in the throne room, Zelda was still talking to her guest."Dead?" She murmured gently to herself, with holding her tears as she refused to cry in public. "Well we have lost a great hero then."Turning to an attendant standing next to her, she whispered something quietly in his ear as he started to scribble something down on the paper he was holding before rushing off."You will have to stay in the castle's guest room until we can find proper accommodation suitable for your role." Zelda smiled warmly to the girl. "You will be shown to your quarters as well as having any of your possessions taken up to your room by my staff."With that, Zelda waved a hand before another attendant came to show Ali to the guest quarters which incidentally was just down the hall from the now moody prince. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "I will be honored to stay in the castle" She said softly "If I could request a favor...my horse Epona...if its not any trouble...do you have a stable open for her to rest in".It was a simple request and she didn't want Epona running out in the world all night. The monster's could easilly overwhelm her at nightfall."If it is too much trouble...I could find a place for her in town" She added not sure if she could afford to pay for a stable.She waited for Zelda's answer and once it was given she followed her guide."I wonder why the prince is eager to defend the kingdom" She thought to herself "If he is to rule running into the heat of battle could mean the end of Hyrule". |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | The Queen smiled at her question. "Yes, of course we will stable your horse for you." The Queen smiled. It was a small simple request and one easily answered and solved. "There is also no problem Ali. Help should be taken when offered." She smiled at her own advice.Meanwhile Flint was still throwing knives in the door. It was the only thing that helped calm him down in times like these. When stressed, it did him wonders to just take his anger out on something. Although he was a prince he knew he had something destined for him, something great and cooping him up in a room wasn't going to solve any of that. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "Thank you" She said softly "By your leave I must learn the way to my room".With a bow she walked to her room deep in thought about everything. Her father would want her to guard the woman he'd always loved. He adored her mother...at least he said he did...but Zelda had been a different kind of love. Once inside she closed the door and sat down on a bed."Father" She said softly touching the hilt of her sword "I wonder if you're proud of the choices I've made".With a light sigh she stood up and stretched she had to get Epona. She walked out of her room humming the tune that the whistle played. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Nodding, Zelda watched the young girl leave, her thoughts quickly turned to Link. He had been her greatest friend and her first love. it was sad to hear of his death, but good to know that he had lived his life and even had a daughter.Picking the knives from the door, Flint could hear humming in the corridor. Opening the door he was already complaining as the wooden frame began to move. "By the goddess' who is making that racke..." He stopped mid word surprised to see the girl from earlier."Oh... It's you." He smirked. "Guess mother gave you the guest room being the 'protector' and all..." Sighing, he began rolling a knife between his fingers, showing off a little. "Well don't want to get in your way, we might suddenly have a crisis and need 'protecting'..." |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "Tis better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and prove it" She commented wryly "You should not hold delusions that I am some arrogant warrior out to just take glory...I am carrying on my father's legacy...when the kingdom needs my services I will do it quietly and in secret".She did not like the prince's attitude he was smug and sure of himself. It was dangerous combination for a warrior to have."You would never understand that thought...you only care for showing off" She added "Your arrogance will be your downfall".With that statement she turned her back on him and began to walk down the hallway. Her body appeared relaxed but in truth it was ready for anything he might do in retaliation. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Flint did not like being talked back too. It was not something he was used too, nor was it something he would put up with. Glancing at the throwing knife in his hand he was tempted to just throw it at her, but killing this guest would not please his mother at all. Well he did know a spot on the left shoulder that would harm but not kill... No, mother would not approve of that either."How are you better than me?" He enquired to her leaving form. "What can you do that I can't?" |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "I am calm...and I am prepared" She said over his shoulder "I am not better...I am just calmer and less eager to show off...its called thinking before you act".She walked outside of the castle gate and took out Epona's whistle. Taking a deep breath she blew into it the tune that she loved playing. In moments she heard the familiar whinny of Epona and she galloped into view heading right for Ali."That's a good" She said as Epona stopped before her "I've got a nice play where we can stay".She stroked her nose and gripped the reigns and walked her into the castle. Epona shifted nervously against the rains almost trying to lead her away. She noticed this and it worried her, Epona was never wrong when it came to her instincts and she sighed softly."I guess peace is over with" She said leading Epona to the stables "Epona...we can't leave...the kingdom needs us". |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Sighing, Flint walked over to his bed to collapse on it. Was he arrogant? A show off? Angry? Was that even a bad thing?Thinking over to his mothers rule he realised he wasn't anything like her really. Ali had more in common with her than Flint did and deep down that kind of scared him. Maybe he wasn't prepared to rule, maybe he wasn't fit as a protector.Frowning, he sat up abruptly, knowing what he should do. The first servant he crossed he stopped. "You! I mean excuse me... Can you tell me where the girl in the guest room has gone...?"It didn't take Flint long to walk to the stables, seeing the girl standing there paying attention to a horse. Walking over, flint got onto one knee before her."I'm sorry for my behaviour... Please teach me to behave better to become a better ruler one day..." |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | She was brushing Epona when she heard his approach and turned to face him. When he knelt down she was surprised in shock."It is not something that can be taught" She said softly kneeling in front of him "It is something you must learn on your own...".She grasped his arm and began to pull him up on his feet."You have taken one step by apologizing for your behavior...a good ruler can admit when they have wronged another" She told him "Another is by asking for my help...the effort to better yourself is something you should always strive for...it will help keep you humble and calm".Epona neighed loudly catching her attention as she reared up onto her back legs."What's wrong girl" She said going to her and gripping the reigns "What do you feel". |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Being helped up, Flint felt confused. He was on his way already? Bettered himself. Well if he was on the path forward he only had to keep going right?"She's a beautiful horse..." Flint told her, moving to offer an apple he picked up from the store left for such an occasion. "What's her name?" The whole, questioning the horse seemed strange to him, but he had seen stranger, like people talking to dogs or the like. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "Her names Epona" She said softly trying to calm her "Something isn't right...she sense that something is wrong".She was pushed back when Epona's hoof almost hit her. A feeling in the pit of her stomach started and she knew that this wasn't just a normal feeling."If you want to learn to be calmer" She said softly "Take Epona and go...somethings wrong and I don't want her getting hurt...".She ran to the entrance of the stables and turned back a moment."Epona...get out of the city...I'll whistle if nothing's wrong" She told the horse.As if she could hear understand she calmed down and nudged Flint as she ran from the stable. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "Take the horse and run?" Flint murmured. This was not in his style at all. If something was wrong he should be there to help. But Ali had said he was getting better...With a sigh, Flint rubbed the horse softly. "Epona huh... Guess it's you and me..." Without asking he followed the horse, which was slowly drawing him out the city.As he walked past the houses in town he saw people falling to their knees before him, waving a little he smiled to all he passed. But at the city boundaries he found he was totally unprepared. How could he head into the plains with only a sword and his throwing knives? |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "Your Highness" She shouted going to the throne room.She was unprepared for what she saw there instead of the princess was a face she recognized all too well."Y you" She froze "But how".A dark hollow laugh emanated from him as he stared at her in one hand he held a large sword in the other he had a hold of the queen's wrist."I thought I'd sensed your presence little Ali" He said with a smirk "It seems you're father's death didn't cripple you any".Anger surged through her body as she drew her sword. It was hard to keep her emotions in check as she looked upon him."Let Queen Zelda go" She demanded "You've no right to shatter this kingdom's peace".His face hardened and he flung Zelda aside as he gripped his weapon. A dark barrier surrounded the Queen trapping her."If you want her free...then face me" He said "Let's see if you've improved since I bested both you and that pathetic fool called Link". |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | Zelda was more dazed than anything else. She could feel the use of magic upon her, making her tired and docile. Even her magic felt out of reach as she felt herself be flung across the room, the world around her turning black.Am I unconscious?She asked herself, but the fact she could even think the question meant her thoughts weren't true. Deep down, all the Queen wanted to do was scream for help, but her mouth wasn't working properly.Flint sighed, patting the horse again."So it's just you and me girl... I really do wonder what is going on, why would Ali want me to leave so quickly?"Looking back, Flint couldn't help but feel some sense of foregoing doom occurring the city walls."I'm sure a quick little look wouldn't hurt?" Flint told the horse, feeling stupid for even talking to an animal. Turning the horse round, he walked back, practically pulling the horse along."Come on, we need at least to check my mother is safe... I can't be told to leave without checking on her as well." |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | The clash of their swords rang throughout the throne room. The blade her father gave her was smaller compared to his but it was just as strong."You're not going to beat me" She said as their blades slid across each other "My father will be avenged".She leapt back as he slashed for her throat and returned it with a jab."You have improved but its not enough to beat me" He chuckled "You're not going to die peacefully like your father though".He deflected the tip of her blade with his own. A hard cleaving blow came down as she brought her shield up blocking it."I'll die before you can capture me" She said angrily "This kingdom is under my protection...as it was my father's you'll never take it without a fight".Her sword darted out with a slash for his stomach but he leapt back and merely laughed. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | As Flint reached the castle gates he instantly knew something was wrong. The guards were no where to be seen. Even with all the peace it was still standard for there to be guards. Looking up at the sun, Flint judged the time to be no where near the changing of the guard either. "Something is definetely not right..." He muttered to himself.Running through the open gates Flint couldn't help but notice the carnage around. Dead guards were everywhere, littered across the ground. "Oh goddess'..." Flint exclaimed. Leaving the horse Flint ran to the castle itself, leaving the horse behind from fear for his mother.When Flint reached the doors he could hear clashing steel inside. Whatever had attacked the castle was still here, fighting one of the guards most likely. With a sprint he reached the throne room to the sight of Ali fighting some strange man and his mother trapped behind some dark barrier. "Mother!!!" Flint shouted as he started to run towards her. |
Return to Hyrule(RP for me and karthanian) | "FLINT NO" She shouted seeing him as she blocked another attack.Flint would be shoved back by the barrier holding his mother before laying a hand on it."The prince" He chuckled softly "I thought I was going to have to look for you too".He turned and moved toward Flint with a dark smirk."No you don't Lorn" She growled angrily darting between them "You won't hurt either of them...".With a dark laugh his sword came down again with more force than before. As Ali moved to block the strike a different sound rang out, as her blade shattered."No" She gasped as she was thrown backward form the force of the blow "Father's sword".Lorn merely laughed as she hit the ground eyes transfixed on the broken blade. It had been the last gift she'd gotten from her father and now it was gone. |
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