A/N: I conceived the basic premise for this story way back at the end of January 2003. I just needed a reason to write it and the latest Terra Firma Challenge provided that reason. It did turn out longer than my other challenge fics, but I think it is as long as it needed to be and could actually have been longer. I'm unsure if I'm adding anything else to this one or not. I do have at least one short story that is part of this timeline.
Many thanks to Farscape Ally and XenaJules for their Farscape transcripts, which made writing certain scenes of this fic a possibility. Also, thanks to notasebacean for finding all those silly little errors I like to make. Remaining ones are all mine.
About Crais here, this is not what I think he did, but the great thing about his character is that he is so grey that you can interpret his behavior many ways and I think this plausible, but I choose to believe he chose a more noble path. ;D
Disclaimer: Farscape is not now, nor has it ever been, mine. I am merely borrowing the characters and setting for a little bit of fun and I hope to return them mostly unharmed. :)
Setting: "Into the Lions Den: Part 2" through PKW
Rating: Adult content for brief sexual situations you get when you have Grayza in a fic, but it's not overly explicit. ;)
By Any Means PossibleChapter 1
Crais sat in his quarters staring at the data chip. It had casually, yet purposefully, been dropped beside him in the officer's lounge. He did not recognize the person who had left it. He could tell from the insignia that it was not a member of this carrier's crew.
Rationalizing that a data chip would not kill him and that there should be no harm in seeing what was on it, he slid it into the computer slot. The computer beeped at him, indicating the chip needed hand print verification. Whoever had wanted him to have this chip wanted to make sure that no one else could view the contents.
As soon has his identification was verified, the video began playing.
"Bialar Crais, I am Commandant Mele-on Grayza. The circumstances under which you were forced from service have been reviewed. I have determined that you were unjustly removed from command by the hybrid Scorpius. He has abused his power for cycles, and his presence is a detriment to our way of life.
"I have reviewed your work on the Leviathan gunships. Your project still has merit, even if Scorpius did not recognize it. I am prepared to offer you amnesty. You would be placed in charge of a Gammak project to perfect those gunships. Scorpius's wormhole research has not turned up anything useful for defeating the Scarrans and his project will be terminated.
"Once the gunship project has succeeded, you will be lauded as a hero of the Sebacean race, completely absolved of any wrong-doing. You have two solar days to reply to my offer. One of my men will contact you when I return to the command carrier."
He stared at the wall, through where the image had been displayed. She was offering him a way back to the Peacekeepers, to the only life he really knew. But did he still want that life? Could he still have that life?
He had already evaluated the problems Talyn was suffering and had solved many of them with Larell's help. He knew she was a spy for Scorpius, but she had still done excellent work, as always. The minor sabotage she had accomplished could quickly be undone. It would be easy to create more gunships. The Leviathan mothers would have to be controlled by a method other than a control collar, but that was a problem he had pondered during his early days on Talyn, and he was certain he had a solution.
Should more gunships be created? He knew from information Talyn had gathered that the Scarrans had the upper hand. Peacekeeper forces were losing ground at an exponentially faster and faster rate. He knew of no other weapons that could be deployed in time. Of course, it would be several cycles before the gunships were ready for large-scale combat. So much time had been lost. Did they have enough time now?
Then there was the added problem of what do about the Moyans. They all felt quite protective toward Talyn. And they all opposed the idea of gunships, even though Talyn had saved them several times. He would have to find a way to leave that would ensure they would not follow him. He would have to make them believe he, and Talyn, had perished.
Convincing Talyn of the necessity of this plan should not be too hard. After all, Talyn was more Peacekeeper than Leviathan. He had been bred to defend the Sebacean race. Encouraging him to live to his potential should not be difficult. And he could be used to help the other Leviathans cooperate, to help calm them as they grew the first generation of gunships.
He decided that the best place to ponder his new plan was in the officer's lounge over a glass or two of raslak.
As he contemplated his future, he was only peripherally aware that Crichton had entered and was trying to talk to Aeryn. She had tried to strike up a conversation when he had returned, quizzing him about how Talyn was doing. He had given her a curt answer, encouraging her to seek someone else for company.
John approached. "Bialar…you look tense. Let's take a little steam in the restorative chamber."
Time had run out. He had to tell them something, start the deception rolling. His plan was not yet fully formed, but he had to put it into motion now.
As he entered the restorative chamber, he saw that Chiana, Jool, the Dominar, and the Luxan were already there. He stood off to the side as John informed everyone of the latest turn of events. It seemed that the human was becoming more desperate to stop Scorpius. He attentively listened, making adjustments to his plan as events warranted. At first they complained about Grayza. If they knew what he was planning, he would never leave this chamber alive. His time was growing short and he wished they would reach the point of this meeting.
He turned his full attention to Crichton as the human seemed to be reaching his conclusion. "We blow up the command carrier."
Crais could hardly believe what he was hearing. This was the perfect opportunity to carry out his plan. He would have to make them think that he had not been contemplating exactly this. He had already come to the conclusion that destroying the command carrier was the only way that he and Talyn would be able to escape while leaving everyone with the impression the two of them had perished. As the others debated the possibility of this endeavor, he did his best to appear as though he were contemplating the difficult task before him.
"Crais. You commanded this ship. Can we destroy it?" John asked.
He waited a moment before replying, as though he were weighing the difficulty of the task. "It's possible. I'll need to see the specs on any modifications Scorpius has made, and any redistribution of power and fuel since I was in command." Looking at the others, he could see that they were playing right into his hand. None of them suspected he had been contemplating doing exactly this. None of them suspected that he and Talyn would have destroyed the command carrier even without this decision.
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After the meeting, he decided to board Talyn and inform the gunship of their new plan. He wanted to give Talyn time to get used to the idea of starbursting in a confined space. He approached Talyn but was stopped by the guard, Brenna. This irritated him, as they had let him onboard Talyn alone before. "I'm on my way to the Leviathan hybrid."
"Not anymore, sir," Brenna said derivsively.
"The hybrid is dead. There is no reason to deny me access."
"Scorpius's orders are my reason."
Crais scowled and turned away. It didn't matter. Once he told the others of his need to board Talyn, they would help him. And he knew that he could convince Talyn this was the proper course of action.
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Shortly after hearing that Crais had been denied entry to Talyn, Larell paid an impromptu visit to his quarters. "I heard that Scorpius has ordered that you not be allowed onboard Talyn." She took a seat on the bed, since he was sitting on the only chair provided in the cramped quarters.
"And you knew about this?"
"Not until I went looking for you there. I am as surprised as you."
Crais chuckled mirthlessly. "I'm not surprised. Scorpius got what he wanted. He knew that I was the only one who could disarm him." He looked away lost in thought, pulling her deeper into his plan.
She rose and approached him before crouching at his feet. "Disarming him was the final step towards his resurrection. Your experience with Talyn... will be invaluable... to making that happen. We must get you back aboard Talyn."
Her behavior had always been so predictable. She was a Peacekeeper, crèche born, and knew nothing of deceit. She might think she did, but he had seen right through her. He sounded despondent as he said, "They'd never let me stay with him."
She stood, placing her hand on his shoulder. "We don't know that," she replied sympathetically.
Was this compassion or was there something more that Scorpius wanted from him? It didn't matter. His plan would override any one of Scorpius's. "Not unless I have something to trade." He knew that would get her attention.
"Do you have something to trade?" she asked hopefully.
"I might." He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her emotions. "We both know that I must remain with Talyn. In order for the hybrid project to succeed, I…we have to be a part of it."
"I will talk with Lt. Braca. He should be able to get you to see Scorpius."
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Crais was sitting in his quarters when Braca entered. "You have something important to tell Scorpius?"
"I do."
"About what?"
"Something very important, but I will only discuss it with Scorpius."
"And how do I know that you aren't wasting his time?"
"Because no matter what happened, I am a Peacekeeper. Scorpius stole my life from me, and I want it back. The information I have will prove my loyalty. While on the run, I have seen the Scarran threat and I know we need a weapon to counter it. You know as well as I that the gunships were designed for just that. I want my project to succeed, to destroy the Scarrans and I need to be a Peacekeeper to do that. I will not be wasting his time."
"And I should believe that after you stole the gunship rather than turn it over last time?" Braca asked dryly.
"At the time, I knew only that I would be court-martialed and executed. Time has passed, and in light of the changed circumstances, it should prove just as easy to arrange my reinstatement."
"I will speak with Scorpius," Braca replied and turned his back and left.
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Two arns later, Braca returned with guards. "Scorpius will see you." He nodded his head and the guards closed on Crais, who stood passively.
"Are the restraints necessary?"
Braca smiled smugly. "Of course they are."
Crais followed along, fully realizing he was being restrained to reinforce his subordinate position. But he had a plan, and it didn't matter what they did to him. He watched Braca enter Scorpius's quarters first. After a few microts, the guards shoved him inside.
"You have something for me? " Scorpius asked skeptically.
He knew this was the most dangerous part of his plan. "Yes. A demand."
"Get him out of my... get him out of my sight!" Scorpius growled.
The soldiers attempted to drag a now resisting Crais out of the room while he loudly shouted his 'demands'. "I demand that I suffer no repercussions for any of my actions during exile. I demand assurances that the Leviathan hybrid will be resurrected-- that I will be leader of that project working alongside Lieutenant Larell!" Having heard that Grayza and High Command were losing patience with his wormhole project producing results, he had counted on the success of the hybrid project to pique Scorpius's interest.
"Stop. Let him speak." Scorpius considered his prisoner. "You have something... comparable, I assume."
Crais tried not to sound too smug. "More than comparable." This had been easier than he had dared hope.
Quite surprisingly, Scorpius was candid with him. "Any deal you strike with me may not prove enforceable once Commandant Grayza returns."
He had anticipated this potential problem. "If you delineate my requests in an Executive Order, signed while you are still in command of this vessel, High Command must honor it... No matter what dishonor you may endure."
It did not take Scorpius long to agree. "I accept your terms." After a moment, he continued, "Release him."
Now released, Crais continued with his plan. "Scorpius," he began slowly while crossing the room to stand behind his new 'ally'. "Crichton has no intention of helping you. He has determined that there is only one way to stop you and your experiments with finality." He paused for dramatic effect, as though he was doing something difficult, earning Scorpius's trust. He is conspiring with some of Moya's crew, to destroy... this Command Carrier."
"Which of Moya's crew?"
"The aliens. Aeryn Sun may be irreversibly contaminated, but she does not want harm to come to her former shipmates. She has become far too sentimental for that."
"Is she a danger?"
"No. I believe it possible that she can be reclaimed. Besides, if you wish Crichton's cooperation on any further wormhole research, you will have to keep her safe. Allow me time to inform her, to ensure that she is not with the others."
"Acceptable. I give you a quarter arn."
"There is one more thing."
"My patience is running thin," Scorpius said dryly.
"I only wish to be present when you tell Crichton. I want him to know that I am the one who has brought him down." He needed to remove any doubt from Scorpius's mind that his plan involved the human.
"Very well. Return here after you have finished with Aeryn Sun."
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Crais knew that time was running short. Now that his plan was in motion, he had an arn, two at most. He only wished that he had been able to contact Grayza first. He would program a signal to be sent to her ship when the command carrier destructed. It would never be noticed in the chaos and it would let her know where to look for him. That was just one more item to add to his list of things to do.
Thankfully, he was proficient with the command carrier's internal sensors and he quickly found Aeryn in one of the planetary simulations. "We need to talk," he said. Without another word, he left the simulation.
He knew that she would follow him, and he wasn't disappointed. He took her to the Aurora Chamber. "What did you need to talk about?"
"I have evaluated our options, and the only way to destroy the command carrier is for Talyn to starburst inside the hangar."
"Are you serious? Isn't that dangerous?"
"Very, but there is no other option. I need you to hear me out; I don't have long. I had to convince Scorpius that I am not in league with Crichton. In order to do that, I told him of the plan to blow up the ship. I told him that you were not involved, only the others."
"You what?"
"Please, Aeryn, hear me out. They are being taken to a holding cell. Once Scorpius is sure that Crichton does not trust me, bring him here. I will explain the plan in full. I have reviewed the ship schematics; it is the only option. Trust me, Aeryn. We saw the power of the wormhole, and I know that Scorpius must never have that power."
After staring into his eyes for several microts, she replied, "I'll bring him here."
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Crais waited in the Aurora Chamber for Aeryn and Crichton. He knew that he would have a hard time getting the human to listen after the outburst in the research lab, but that reaction had been exactly what he needed. He needed Scorpius to believe that Crichton despised him. The realization of how the human would inevitably react to the situation, the presumption that of course Crais was selling them out, had hurt him. For his part, he had finally come to understand the human, at least the one who had been on Talyn, but he supposed they were very much the same.
He looked up and saw Aeryn.
"I asked him to meet me here. I…didn't tell him you would be here. He's quite upset with you."
"I believe that is an understatement, but it was very astute of you to not tell him why you wanted to meet here." They both sat in silence on the edge of the Aurora platform.
John entered and asked curtly, "You wanted to see me?"
Aeryn stood quickly, and put herself in between John and Crais. As soon as John saw Crais, he lunged at the traitor, but Aeryn pushed him back. "No. Stop it. It's safe to talk here, and you need to hear this."
John did not agree and shouted, "I need to kick his ass! He sold us out!"
Crais began his explanation, knowing he had to speak quickly to calm the human. "You can't destroy this ship by simply throwing a few switches," he tried to explain rationally.
John wanted nothing to do with rational and was still quite irate. "So you set 'em up," he accused.
Crais tried to explain. "No, Crichton, I did not. I needed the distraction, so that Scorpius would believe that the plot against him had failed. I kept Aeryn safe, because I need her."
John sounded frustrated, "You should come up with a newer line."
Aeryn tried to reason with John. "And you should listen to him, now."
Knowing how important family was to Crichton, he employed that method of winning support. "All that I have cared for have gone. My parents...taken away from me, my brother dead. So now, I live; I plan; I do-- all in the service of my own interests. In that, I believe, I am not unique in the universe."
Losing patience, John said, "Snap this up. I gotta get back. "
He was heartened by the fact that Crichton was listening. Now was the time for him to ensure that Crichton would agree. "Despite all of this, I understand the power of the technology that Scorpius is attempting to harness. I understand the horror that will wash over this galaxy if anyone wields this weapon. And, last of all, I now know that I am the only individual capable of stopping him." Now he definitely had Crichton's undivided attention.
John shifted his gaze from Crais to Aeryn, looking to see what she thought about this speech. When she didn't really react, he said, "Have fun," and then turned to leave.
Aeryn stepped forward, grabbing his wrist to hold him back. He turned and yanked his arm free, clearly unhappy with her behavior. She tried to reason with him. "Listen. We all were on the same team. We all want this ship destroyed."
Crais added emphatically, "And the only way to do that... is with Talyn."
Aeryn continued the explanation, thinking it might have more weight if she gave it. "Crais is proposing that he and Talyn Starburst while still inside the Command Carrier hangar."
"The Carrier will collapse upon itself... outer decks first, central core last," Crais said.
"It will take at least half an arn for the ship to fully implode," Aeryn finished.
John finally realized what they were saying. "Giving the crew time to abandon ship." He still didn't look as though he believed this plan as his gaze shifted from one of them to the other. Finally, turning to Aeryn, he asked, "Tell me... you believe this?"
She didn't sound happy as she challenged him, "Do you have a plan to destroy the ship?"
John replied softly, "Not yet."
She continued, "D'Argo and the others are probably in a holding cell, and I can find them."
Realizing he had no choice, John asked, "Where do we meet up with you and Talyn?"
Crais replied soberly, "You don't." He knew that he could not meet up with them. Not once he returned to his life as a Peacekeeper. He would do what he could to keep them out of Grayza's grasp, though. After all, they had grudgingly accepted him and treated him almost as family. And they had been kind to Talyn. "Starburst in a confined space, where the energy can't dissipate... It will be the hero's death that Talyn deserves."
Again he looked to Aeryn. She was silent, but remained in a defensive stance between the two.
John couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're gonna die?"
He didn't want to dwell on that. He had come to value honesty, but he knew this lie was necessary to keep Moya from searching for Talyn. "I will need a... ah, significant distraction... to keep Scorpius occupied." He turned toward the exit on the far side of the chamber.
John called out, "Crais." Once Crais had reluctantly turned to face him, he glanced at Aeryn before saying, "I'll get you one."
Crais turned and walked out of the chamber. The plan was now fully in motion. Aeryn would help him board Talyn and Crichton would get him the distraction. Now, all that was left was to convince Talyn. Knowing it was their best chance at survival, he didn't think it would be that difficult. Talyn was mostly healed; there were only a few more repairs that needed to be done, work that required Peacekeeper facilities, but they could be seen to later, at facilities where he could oversee the final procedures, and where sabotage was less likely. It was nearly time.
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It had pained Crais to say goodbye to Aeryn. A part of him wanted to ask her along; he knew how painful seeing Crichton, this Crichton, was for her. But he knew that she would not want to come. She was no longer a Peacekeeper, no matter what he might want. He wondered if he would ever see her again. He didn't have time to dwell on that, though. He had to quickly reactivate Talyn before Crichton returned.
After restoring Talyn's higher functions, he decided to change into his uniform. He was a Peacekeeper, and it had been wrongly taken from him. If he was wrong about Talyn's ability to survive, well, he was going to die as a Peacekeeper, not some fugitive.
Carrying the portable light, he headed to command. He could hear Talyn starting to wake through the transponder. "Yes, Talyn. I'm here. No need to be afraid," he reassured. He listened to Talyn chirp, asking what was going on. "Talyn...the firing mechanism on your cannon...was taken from you...by the Peacekeepers. The rest...have been captured. And Moya... Moya will soon be enslaved...unless...we do something. Something radical. You and I...together."
Talyn chirped in inquiry. He wanted to know what.
"We will starburst in the carrier. Be calm. You are armored, and that armor will protect you. I have told the others that we will die, but we will not. You are still not entirely well. I have arranged with Commandant Grayza to return to Peacekeeper service. I will head a Gammak project to develop others like you, and to repair you. You and your kind will fulfill your destiny of destroying the Scarrans. You are the only hope the Peacekeepers have. Do you understand?"
Talyn chirped in acceptance.
"I am very proud of you. I know that much of what happened is not your fault, and I will see you repaired. Now, open a comms channel."
He waited until he felt the channel open. Now, he would lay the groundwork for his return. He had to discredit Scorpius. "Scorpius? I am just making my final... good-byes," he said smugly.
"Where are you, Crais?" Scorpius asked.
Crais smirked. "I am standing in your heart...and I am about to squeeze. You are the most repellant of creatures, Scorpius. You weren't born into Peacekeepers. You weren't... conscripted against your will. You chose to be one. The last time I left...this ship...my ship... I did so under a veil of secrecy. You forced that situation. You took away my command. You stole my life from me." That should be about all his crew needed to hear. "Well, this time Scorpius... I am not leaving quietly."
Standing in the center of command, he steeled himself for the forces he was about to experience. "Talyn…starburst." He kept his eyes closed as the energy washed through Talyn.
At first, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but once Talyn began to move, he felt pain lance through the gunship. He tried to assess the damage, but the feedback was too great and he passed out.
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When Crais woke, he reached out through the transponder, but found that Talyn was unconscious. Slowly getting to his feet, he ran diagnostics from the console. The most severe damage to Talyn was to the treblin starburst arm, which had been sheared off at the tip. Well, it would take time, but it would grow back. A warrior accepted his injuries bravely.
Assessing himself, he could feel blood trickling down the side of his face, but it didn't appear to be much. He felt weak and sore, but he didn't think anything was broken. Activating the homing frequency he had sent Grayza, he decided to make small repairs and further assess the damage while he waited. He would try to wake Talyn after he had taken steps to disable the pain receptors on the broken arm.
Six arns after he regained consciousness, he received a reply to his homing beacon. Hurrying to command, he replied, "This is Captain Crais, identify yourself."
"Captain, this is Commandant Grayza. I have received your message and request permission to board."
He didn't like the way she said 'Captain', but he had no room to argue. "Permission granted. The Hammond side hangar door is opening." Right now, he had to manually control Talyn's systems, but he was nearly ready to wake his companion. He hurried to the hangar, hoping to arrive in time to cycle the air so that he didn't keep her waiting. It took longer than normal to cycle the atmosphere, but he knew it was due to the starburst damage. When the door opened, he greeted her cordially, "Welcome aboard Talyn, Commandant."
"He is a magnificent ship. I assume the damage was done leaving the command carrier," she asked sardonically.
"It was." He debated providing more information, but decided to wait.
"And you found that absolutely necessary?"
"Unfortunately, yes. It was not my initial intent, but I could see how adamant Scorpius was about not terminating his wormhole research, and I knew that he had no intention of honoring any orders you brought with you."
"Oh?" she asked curiously.
"He is obsessed with wormholes. I can see it. I know the harm that obsession can bring. He would let nothing stand in his way. He already discredited me on false evidence. I believe he would have done something to you to ensure that you did not shut down his project. Destroying that ship was the only way to ensure he project was terminated."
"Be that as it may, your actions allowed the prisoners to escape…again."
"An unfortunately side-effect, but one I felt necessary. That is of minor consequence. You captured them once before; I have not doubt you can do so again." They stared at each other in silence for several microts. "Would you care for a tour?"
"How is the gunship?"
"His starburst arm is damaged, but I estimate it will regenerate quickly, perhaps ten to twenty solar days. The hybrids were designed to heal quickly."
"Except when attacked by retrieval squads," she replied dryly.
"That damage was more severe, and I did not have the proper facilities, nor did Talyn have a full complement of DRDs. Of course, he does not have that now, but other than the arm, the damage is quite minor," he reassured.
"I accept your offer of a tour. If I am going to sponsor this program, I should know something about it, and about the man who will be in charge of it," she smirked at him.
As they walked around the ship, he noticed that she stayed quite close to him. He took her on a short tour: to the center chamber, neural cluster, cannon control area – where he informed her he needed a new firing mechanism – and finally command.
"Quite extraordinary. It really is a synthesis of Peacekeeper and Leviathan technology. And living quarters?"
"Fully grown, he will be capable of carrying five thousand personnel. Right now, it is not
very many, since I have not stressed the development of living quarters. He already has vast empty spaces that only need to be molded according to need."
"When will he be fully grown?"
"His growth has been accelerated. Another cycle, and he should be about as large as he will get. I have been having him concentrate on secondary cannons to augment his main gun."
"This tour has been most informative regarding the gunship, but I have learned little about Bialar Crais." She ran her fingers between her breasts and Crais could not help but watch. "Why don't we retire to your quarters so that I may learn more about you? Surely, they are more comfortable than that austere central chamber."
As she touched his face, he suddenly found that he had a hard time concentrating. "They…are. If you would…follow me?" At first he waited for her to leave first, but then he realized she didn't know where they were going.
When they entered his quarters, her guards waited outside. She gave the room an approving gaze. It was large, tastefully decorated and had a rather luxurious looking bed. She had followed Crais's career with eager anticipation as she had risen through the ranks. Unfortunately, his quest to recover the escaped prisoners had led to his downfall. Now, she intended to see if he was redeemable.
She wandered toward the bed, leaving him to follow, and she knew he would. "This is so much better than the center chamber. Much better, even, than what I have on the transport. You wouldn't believe how uncomfortable the beds are on those."
He moved closer to her, drawn like a moth to a flame. "Indeed I do. You will find that my quarters are quite…comfortable." He leaned closer to her. "What did you want to know about me?"
It was all so easy. Having the heppel gland implanted had definitely been an excellent idea. "I have read your record, but I have found that records do not convey the essence of the man." She brushed her hand against his cheek. "You are a brilliant tactician and obviously quite passionate, but I wonder where your passions lie? Obviously, this ship."
"Among other things," he replied as he reached out to caress her.
"It must have been quite lonely for you. All alone on this ship," she purred. Yes, she could definitely use him to her advantage. His gunship project was the future of the Sebacean race. The only setback was the fact it would take several cycles to have an effective fleet. She would have to find a way to stall the Scarran advance for as long as needed. If she could keep this project secret, which should be quite easy for her, she could lure them into a truce, which would give the Peacekeepers the time they needed.
"It was very lonely," he whispered as he leaned closer to her, trying to steal a kiss.
Normally, she would have pushed her latest victim away, but it had been some time since she'd had a recreation partner. Like all men, he was more than willing, but there was an intensity about him that she normally didn't find amongst Peacekeepers. She allowed him the kiss and did not protest when he deepened it.
Soon, she was lying on her back and his hand was fondling her breast. He had a firm touch and she let a small moan of genuine pleasure escape her lips.
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He had never intended to do anything other than form an alliance with Grayza, but once they were alone in his quarters, he was reminded that she was a rather attractive Sebacean female, and that he had been alone for far too long. He had recreated with his superiors before in his quest to move upward within the ranks, but he had never felt this strong a physical urge.
Now that she was lying on his bed, the throbbing in his groin was almost more than he could stand. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth. After fondling her breast, he worked to get her out of her clothes, feeling somewhat clumsy, but not caring.
She unfastened his jacket, letting him rise to his knees long enough to shrug the jacket off and peel off his undershirt. While he was doing that, she finished unfastening her jacket. He pulled her up to him, peeling off her jacket, throwing it to the floor. After ravishing her mouth with a hungry kiss, he lowered her back to the bed and admired her. Inexplicably drawn to her breasts, he leaned down to tease one with his tongue. As he licked the inside of her breast, he tasted something sweet and musky and his entire body quivered. He needed more.
She moaned, "Yes," as he mouthed her breasts.
The tightness in his trousers was made more unbearable when she reached down to stroke him. His eyes rolled back in his head. He thought he was going to explode. "Wait," he growled, not wanting to embarrass himself. Any attempt to think of anything to increase his longevity failed. All he could think of was plunging himself into her.
He was quite clumsy as he fumbled with his boots and trousers. When he was finished, he looked at her in eager anticipation, which he noticed she mirrored. It took him a few tries to unfasten her trousers and then he slowly stripped them off. He moved to cover her body with his own. He was about to enter her when she picked up his hand and placed it between her legs. After teasing her for a few microts, he finally entered her. Following his first thrust, he paused, relishing the feel of the woman beneath him.
When she grabbed at him and motioned for him to continue, he obliged. At first, he thrust slowly, trying to prolong the experience, but he found her intoxicating, fueling his arousal. Nibbling at her neck, he thrust more vigorously, hoping that he would not disappoint her.
She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to thrust more deeply. Her breathing was coming in heavy pants.
He had no idea if she was near release. He no longer cared. Plunging as deeply as he could, he felt a shudder rack his body as his orgasm washed through him. Completely exhausted, he pulled free of her and collapsed beside her.
She ran her fingers seductively between her breasts. "Bialar… That was a rather quick finish."
"I apologize, it has been so long."
"You would leave me unsatisfied?" she asked with disapproval.
"After I rest a little while," he started, but lost his train of thought when she brushed his lips with her fingers.
She then trailed her hand down his body, finally stopping as she rubbed his member. "I think you've had enough rest. After all, you don't want to disappoint me, do you?" She straddled him and lowered herself over his now erect member.
He wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but it felt good. Reaching out, he fondled her body, eager to please her.
She rocked in a slow steady manner, positioning herself to satisfy her needs. He was once again painfully hard, but her motion was doing nothing to relieve his needs. "Mele-on,' he whispered, but she ignored his plea.
After what seemed like an eternity, she increased her pace. He grabbed her hips and pushed himself up at her. Finally, he felt her clenching him with her inner muscles, and he felt his orgasm follow quickly.
She leaned down and purred, "That was much better." She then rose from the bed and started dressing. Taking a data chip out of her pocket, she said, "Here is a list of available researchers. Choose your team and use the coded frequency to inform me. I will then tell you where your Gammak project will be based."
He watched her put the data chip on the table beside the bed. He knew that he should get up and start going through the personnel files, but he was utterly exhausted. Once he was rested, he would finish waking Talyn.