Author's Note- For people that are new a Fantastique is a futuristic recording of an erotic nature. It is a break off from my original work 'The Frau' which is a sequel to my fanfic 'Droog'. If you are interested in my original work I'm under the penname MissStrange on the FictionPress. This is considered my last DF series. Enjoy!
It has been twenty years since my first encounter with the Nexus and I'm very determined to find it again whatever means possible. I'll admit I've had some setbacks when it comes to finding it. Believe me, I've tried to find safer ways to do it yet it always ends up with death of my assistants and other scientists except for me. As of now I've sent out a distress signal in hopes of getting rescued and starting the tedious process of doing the research all over again. Usually this would take about a day or so for help to come but miraculously help came within an hour…..or so I thought.
Out the ships window I saw a red spacecraft with long jet wings on the back for lightspeed. Written on the side of the ship was named DALORIS. I couldn't help but admire how red and shiny it looked till I heard the sound of teleporting from some part of the ship. I leave my place from the window, make myself look like I'm injured then lay down somewhere close by and sound like I'm in enough pain for my rescuer to hear me. "Help me! I'm hurt and I'm trapped!" I yelled, pretending to weakly push off rubble from my legs.
"I'm coming my princess, just keep talking so your knight in shining armor can find you," called out a feminine voice humorously. I felt myself burn hot in the face at her comment. Was she indicating I was a weakling? In order to protect my slightly bruised ego I shouted back, "I'm a man!"
"I'm sure you are, darling. Do you not have a sense of humor, my princess?" I bit my tongue in order not to insult my rescuer. As her footsteps got closer I imagined her to be ugly and possibly fat just to make myself feel better about being catcalled as a 'princess'. Even though it was kind of dark in the ship I was in I can see just a little that she looked….pretty.
"Are you hurt, princess?"
"Not much, just stuck," I said, pretending the object was heavy against my lap. Sure it was 100 pounds of steel and I can easily lift it up but I thought I'd try punishing her for embarrassing me. Totally I underestimated her strength when she easily pushed the steel rubble from me as if it was light as a feather and picked me up on my feet. In a matter of seconds we were beamed from the ship I was on to her ship where I thought I was being rescued when in reality I was being arrested.
"Thank you for hel- what are you doing?" I asked as she handcuffed me behind my back.
"Collecting my bounty is what I'm doing, princess," she said a little triumphantly.
"What!" I said in surprise, I honestly didn't know there was a bounty on my head otherwise I would have done a better job at hiding myself.
"You heard me darling, I'm going to take you to jail while I collect my sweet half a billion American dollars plus a thousand for being a pure El-raunian which have become rare since the Borg took the planet."
"You're heartless," I growled, remembering very clearly what the Borg did to my wife and children. If only I wasn't tied behind my back I would have given her a piece of my mind. She still kept talking as she took me to my prison. "Oh don't take it the wrong way, princess. I'm half El-raunian myself and I know what happened to your family so I sympathize with ya very well." Once we got to my cell and uncuffed me I was about to attack her when I finally looked upon her face in the light. I've never been this speechless since I first met my wife all those years ago. The first thing that got me was her eyes, I've never seen eyes so dark and blue as hers. Their darkness complimented the rest of her face in a very striking way. Her long brunette hair just enhanced her beauty with a white streak that should have been out of place yet it fit perfectly on her head.
"Cat got your tongue, princess?" asked my strangely beautiful captor. I would have told her off but I ended up giving her my name.
"My name is Tolian," I said, nervously. I could feel myself blushing like crazy like a student meeting his crush and already I can hear my rational mind screaming what is wrong with me. I don't know if I saw it or not but, I think that she might have blushed too. Just when she was about to leave I couldn't help but ask, "What's your name?" Why in all the stars do you want to know her name? She's the enemy! My beautiful captor closed the glass door behind her. She looked at me for a little bit, blushing in the process she gave me a name that was both beautiful as well as exotic.
"It's Xandra," she confessed rather quickly before going off. Once she was gone I couldn't but say her name.
"Xandra."