A/N: People of KP, I have returned.
Here is the fourth scene in Act IV. This chapter has definite smacks of RONGO in it, so be warned. Again, review if you have questions. That's what it's there for.
When you're reading this chapter, keep in mind that this is the uncensored and realistic version of how the Orionisi operate. The content itself is not M-Rated (at least I hope), but the implications of how the Orionisi males and females operate are very much so.
I don't own Kim Possible or Star Trek. Those rights belong to their respective owners. If I did, then I would have Shego act more gray than black and white (Catwoman like thief rather than super-villian), and the Syndicate would further detail the hierarchy of their culture.
On with the Story.
Kim Possible and the Jackal: The Omicron Frontier
ACT III– PART IV
Sey'lena found herself tracing the scars on her lover's back.
She was curious and worried – curious as to why she gave a damn and worried because of the possible answers. Had she read any of those cheesy Terran romance novel that are somehow still being printed, Sey'lena would have considered last night to have been perfect.
Never in her entire life had she felt so pampered and well tended. Usually her mates – consumed as they are in their pheromone induced frenzy – would take what they want and become addicted to her grace for the rest of their lives. They would not be gentle. They would not be kind. And they certainly would not be considerate to their mate's well being. They would care only about their own lust and their own desire.
This major – whose back she was still tracing with the upmost fascination – was different. If was the first time ever her mate – no, she begrudgingly corrected herself, her lover – wasn't under a trance. She would have sworn he was under when she first met him.
During that time, the plan followed her tried and true method. She planned to charm and seduce every single piece of classified information out of him, 'complete' the bond – with the Major restrained of course – and he would then pledge his life to her in eternal servitude.
The was the plan. It worked before. It was about to work again. But then, the unthinkable happened. As if a switch was thrown, Sey'lena watched in amazement how the Major's eyes were suddenly filled with lucidity, and how everything within him began to slow down and calm itself. For Sey'lena, the most terrifying part came right after.
It was his voice. A voice that was as calm as a painted sea, yet filled with dark steel and ferocious determination. She knew then and there that all her plans were thrown out the window, and that Stoppable was just about to free himself.
It was because of that realization that Sey'lena was prepared at all to deal with the loose marine. Faster than she thought possible, Sey'lena managed to activate her wrist disrupters and attempt to put down this unstoppable machine. The trouble was she didn't know how. She was a seductress who used what the Foremothers gave her to put her weaker and inferior male counterparts in their place.
Stoppable was neither weak nor inferior. He was and is the epitome of male strength. Bred for war, yet tamed with intelligence and loyalty, he was a force she was not familiar with. And every time she let out a shot of plasma, she stared down those eyes which had morphed into cobalt-blue steel filled with absolution yet absent of pity and mercy.
In the end, she blinked.
Using her free arm, Sey'lena subconsciously rubbed her singed and damaged wrists where Stoppable crushed her disrupters. She sighed. Looks like Dhrakin will have to make another set. Sometimes I wonder why I keep him around. She knew the answer. He amused her, in a masochistic sort of way.
Still though, there was nothing masochistic about how in one moment Sey'lena felt like being hit by a shuttle pod and the next moment hanging up from the air clinging to dear life. She had never felt so powerless before. And to a man nonetheless, she grumbled. It made her feel weak. It made her question everything her mother and foremother taught her. But most shockingly of all, it unlocked a passion and heat that she had never felt before.
Even when she managed to turn the tables on the marine once more, seeing the look of defeat in his eyes when she explained the futility of his situation, the simple fact that she was bargaining with a male who was not consumed ate at Sey'lena.
For the first time in her life, Sey'lena wanted a man. She wanted this man. It was why she made the offer. It was why she made the Oath of Orion – an oath that pledged her life, wealth, and personal honor as collateral – to protect those useless and ultimately fruitless investments. And it was why when the man under the mask was finally freed, did she herself give into her passions.
And in short, it was the best night of her life. He treated her as if a prized possession, loving her, caressing her, pleasuring her to levels of ecstasy she had never felt in her long career of seduction. At the same time, she found herself reciprocating. She actively sought to bring him to the same level she was experiencing.
Together, they rode wave after wave of pleasure and release, learning each other's moves, tender spots, and synchronizations. Sey'lena taught him things no book was capable of, and Stoppable showed her the true dichotomy of the Stellar Marine – that beneath his calm façade was an animal waiting to be unleashed. An animal that was both powerful and strong, yet also tender and comforting.
It was a night that neither wished to end, but eventually after six hours of unending lovemaking, did the two finally collapse from exhaustion and fall into each other's arms for the best night's sleep in both of their lives.
"Perfection," she whispered.
"I couldn't agree more," the owner of the scars responded.
Sey'lena jumped at the response, momentarily withdrawing her hands from his chiseled, but damaged back. In that time, Stoppable managed to roll over and wrap his arms around her in a gentle, but protective embrace. Protective, she thought suddenly, that's a new one.
"What's wrong," he asked, his voice laced with concern. How strange. No one has ever felt concerned for me before.
Even still, Sey'lena couldn't help herself from rubbing her nose along his Trill spots that ran alongside his collarbone and breathing in his scent. What is happening to me? "Nothing, soldier boy. You just startled me," she sweetly replied. "I didn't expect you to hear that."
Hearing her response, Sey'lena felt Stoppable release her from his embrace, leaving an empty feeling in her stomach to her repeated shock. "My apologies. Many underestimate the power of Augment hearing."
Of course he has super hearing. He's super perfect. Still though, no time like the present to fish for some more information. Just thinking that increased the hollow feeling, but she forced it down. Now was the time for work, not feelings. "Really, I never imagined," she cooed, once again running her hands down his arms and receiving a shudder in response to her absolute delight. "That must come quite in handy with your enhanced eye sight and smell, right?"
The major closed his eyes in bliss at her siren voice and shuddered once again. Sey'lena knew it wasn't from the pheromones. She also realized that the Augment was completely immune to the mating bond established between herself and her slaves. If she thought about it, she was glad of it. It made every blissful look, every shudder, and every seductive growl more authentic, more real, and not just simple chemistry or telepathy.
"Indeed it does, my dear," he growled back, compensating for his increasing libido.
Sey'lena, on the other hand, once again felt the pit in her stomach tug hard at the title. My dear? It's always Mistress or Madame and filled with absolute contempt and not-so-subtle-desire. Not 'My dear' spoken with affection and endearment. Uggh! What is happening to me?
The distraction and inner battle within her caused Sey'lena to reply not-so-subtly, "and how well are they?"
Sey'lena watched in panic and fear as Stoppable's eyes transition from loving and peaceful to guarded and cautious. She also watched in dismay his body began to reflect that stance as well, his arms and barrel chest tensing and tactfully pulling away from her, taking his warmth with him.
Sey'lena shuddered this time, though for different and far more depressing reasons.
"I'm afraid that's classified, Ma'am," he responded in a crisp and cold voice. Sey'lena felt the pit tear into her twice fold – one at the change in expression and another at her new title. Ma'am? I go from one of the most endearing titles to ma'am. Are you frickin' kidding me?
Normally, at this point, Sey'lena would have had two options. Reapply the charm and force the information out of him, or summon her guard and take this piece of animal filth away to contemplate his place in life.
Seeing how the Major reacted in spite of being inches away from her all her revealing glory, she knew the first option was out. Sey'lena then begrudgingly admitted to a dark corner within her heart that she herself would go crazy if she dismissed him, especially without a 'proper' goodbye.
So she took option three, even though she had no idea how option three worked.
Sey'lena reached for him, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and pressed herself tightly to him. "I'm sorry," she whispered into his collarbone, realizing it as her new favorite place, "I shouldn't pry, not like this. Not when we're like this." Although she meant it deep down, she was still proud a few crocodile tears that fell onto his shoulder. Orionisi don't cry after all.
The apology seemed to work, and Sey'lena beamed with pride and affection when she felt him relax and unwind. She peppered kisses along his chest and thick neck, while her little marine wrapped his own arms around her lithe back, rubbing circles with his calloused but gentle hands. She shuddered and purred with delight when he kissed the top of her head. Warmth exploded within her.
So this was what Navaar warned against. Sey'lena idly thought.
His menstruations, her musings, and the increasing heavy breathing was slowly building up to repeat of last night. If she wasn't careful, Sey'lena and her Major would lose themselves once again to their attraction. Despite how much her body ached for his, she also had an empire to run.
She felt his arms slowly side down her back and grabbed an important piece of real-estate. At the same time, she saw him open a second front as his mouth moved to capture hers in a soul searing kiss.
On the other hand…
She pushed herself against him once again, driving his back down to the base of the bed. She straddled him, letting the thin Tholian Silk cover fall off her body to allow Stoppable to take it all in. After letting him stare in awe and reverence, she smirked and lowered herself to his lips again while guiding his hands to where they were supposed to be.
"Perfection," she whispered again in-between deep breaths and heated exchanges, "please never let this end."
Fate always had a wicked sense of humor.
"Sey'lena!" came a shout from all around the room.
It was just enough to break through their passion induced haze and body exploration. They paused mid-stride, as if frozen, mentally praying that the sound was just a figment of their wild imaginations. After a few good seconds, just when they were about convinced, the shrill, almost whiny voice sounded again.
"Sey'lena!" the voice screeched once again. "You're needed on the bridge! Hurry up before he gets here." The last part was laced with a noticeable ounce of fear.
Sey'lena felt her body tense and contort in anger and fury at the interruption. "Dhrakin," she seethed, her copper based blood boiling.
To make matters worse, she observed in sadness and regret as Stoppable once again donned his Major persona and caged the beast within himself. She knew the night and the almost morning they shared with each other was over for the foreseeable future. It just made her even more furious.
"Give me an hour to prepare. Sey'lena out," she yelled at the intercom.
She didn't give any warning. She just pushed off of him, got out of her warm bed, grabbed her 'power suit,' and marched to the antechamber within the room to shower and change. I had it all. It was all so perfect. So right, and then Dhrakin had to go and ruin it! I'm going to kill him!
In her rage, she didn't notice the lone tear that fell down her face at the hidden loss. Of course it wasn't perfect. He's a frickin' goody two shoes and I'm literally his precious Federation's worst nightmare. He would never stay with me. Especially if he realized who possessed the real power.
The tear was quickly hidden by the sonic shower engulfing her body. The shower quickly purified her from all of last night's activities. Once finished, she felt as clean as ever, though inside, she still felt in turmoil. Over a male? Come on? Shuffling the thoughts aside, she dried off, utilized a special evaporator for her silky hair, and dressed for her meeting.
Completing her ensemble, she checked into the mirror for any discrepancies. To an outsider, she exalted the epitome of sexuality and power. She took in her intimidating battle armor of a brasserie like chest plate and short crop pelvic guard. She had them stained in onyx black and trimmed with emerald green. To improve her appearance and add a little femininity to her attire, she had long strips of Trilaxian Silk dyed crystal green and draped and connected to each body piece.
It gave the illusion of covering, yet the silk was threaded so thin, that the coverings which draped her arms, belly, and ran down the side of her thighs did little to mask her toned muscles, lithe figure, and voluptuous chest. There was a reason she called it her 'powered suit.' No man has yet to resist its charms and aura.
"No man except my master," she growled, her fury overtaking her again. She reached over for her destroyed cuff guards, and once felt the pang of loss. "It doesn't affect him either." It seemed impossible. The two people who seemed to be immune to her species were on the furthest ends of her spectrum. She despised her master, yet she cherished her slave.
Mind your feelings young lady, the elder voice of Navaar cautioned from her memories, they will only cause you pain and suffering. You must not let men control you. For they will only let you down and break your heart.
"Like you're no different, foremother," she retorted to the mirror. "You fell in love with the first human you met."
And are you any different, the voice responded back harshly. Look at you, only five minutes and you're already pining for that inferior marine. You are his master, not his slave. One or the other!
"I'm not pining for him," she replied, though doubt filled her words. "He simply pleases me. Is it wrong to seek pleasure?"
Not when you can't get him out of your mind, the powerful woman in the mirror countered. You must accept those feelings, then shut them down in the furthest reaches of your mind, only then will you have regained your full power over him.
"But he can't be controlled," she protested, completely consumed in this lonely conversation, "he's genetically capable of resisting any of my methods or abilities."
Then don't control him, but control his friends and allies. Just like you planned before. Threaten them, and he will do whatever you wish, her subconscious responded rather logically. Sey'lena felt a smirk overtake her once again the final message sank through. He may even free you from 'his' servitude. Then you can have your cake and eat it too.
"Right," Sey'lena sighed into the mirror, combing and setting her silky back length hair behind her ears. "I can do this."
That claim was tested when she opened the doors back into her bedroom to see Major Stoppable sitting on the bed. She quickly noticed a number of things. For one, the bed was made with military precision. Their old garments were properly disposed. And he was no longer naked but clothed in his galaxy gray camos that hugged his toned figure and strained against his chest and arms and military boots with heels lined with steel for smart presentation. As soon as he spotted her, he quickly stood up to full attention, clicking his heels with a sharp crack. I guess he found his clothes.
"Orders, Ma'am?" The question was stated in the most neutral tone she'd ever hear, absent of either malice or warmth.
So now I'm Ma'am again? She once again felt the pang of loss, despite Navaar's warning. Get it together. You're the master! He's the slave!
Sey'lena toughened up her resolve, forced her feelings down, and glided over to him, letting the silk swing at the extra swaying she added in her gait. Brushing her fingers along his collarbone and the gray camo that covered the little brown spots she missed, she was disappointed and a little angry at the complete lack of a response.
It further incensed her more when he repeated his query. "Orders Ma'am?" God, he's acting like a machine!
Sey'lena walked around him, being sure to graze him with her thighs and hands as she did so. "Is that all I am to you, my little marine? A Ma'am? After all we shared last night."
"On the contrary. Last night will always hold a special place in my heart. Unfortunately, as much as we may wish to continue where we left off, I believe your superior is eager for you to report to the bridge, and the last thing I want is for you to become penalized for misconduct. After all, we have a deal: I will do my upmost best to protect you and all your endeavors, even at the cost of my life, so long as my comrades remain safe and unharmed."
Sey'lena felt her heart soften at the reply. At least he didn't call me Ma'am again. He's just worried about me. How sweet of him. Still though, she wasn't about to let him continue with the notion that the 'speaker' as he referred to it was in charge.
"That old goat isn't my superior. He's just liberal with his words," Sey'lena then sighed dramatically as she back onto him for support, wrapping her right arm around his neck to steady herself. "He does have his uses though. Thank goodness I inherited him from my mother. He's almost old enough to be my father."
His voice though calm, carried a tiny fraction of unease which pleased her greatly. "So you two haven't…?"
Sey'lena turned her cheek to his and sweetly laughed into his ear. "My lovely Rondexus, are you jealous?"
Sey'lena once again felt genuine surprise at his answer. "The idea of you with any man, even old enough to be your father, does cause a little distaste within me. But simple meditation will allow me to suppress the feeling away." Damn. He's frank. Well, what would you expect? They train these killing machines to be honest and direct. They truly are slaves. Slaves to the system. She actually pitied this man. That shocked her even more.
She rolled over to his other side and kissed his cheek and gave him another sincere smile. "Well don't you worry, my little soldier boy, I'm not going anywhere. You are far too good for me." I may never take another man after you, she silently added, then shut the feeling down with all its implications.
He turned his head towards her and gifted her with a small simile of his own. "If that is your wish, then I am yours to command."
If only that were possible, she lamented. She knew it was temporary. Stoppable would always be loyal to his Federation, and eventually she'll lose him. No, she corrected herself, I never had him to begin with. It's simply an arrangement of convenience for both of us.
Still though, Sey'lena planned to make the best of it. Stoppable would help her consolidate her power on Omicron and help free her from her own master. And during the night, they would make the sweetest passion and love other until the theoretical sun rises. She would honor her side of the deal. It may have been the best deal she ever made.
To enunciate her new decision, she flipped herself to face him and attacked his lips again, hoping to feel the beast overwhelm the marine once again. When she felt him return her probing, she smiled into his lips and attacked with a new ferocity.
"Sey'lena, where are you?!" the voice interrupted them once again.
"I'm going to kill him," she growled, breaking contact with Stoppable.
"Would you like me to hold him down," the marine asked in dead seriousness.
Sey'lena smirked back her marine. "Stoppable, did you just make a joke?"
"You might think that. I couldn't possibly comment," he responded, and Sey'lena could've sworn she heard a drawl in his voice. She felt herself swoon at the accent.
"Sexy," she purred.
"I thought you'd like it," he nodded briefly before kissing her forehead once more, "but I think someone is waiting for you."
"Uh, don't remind me." Sey'lena then remembered something important, "Oh, I almost forgot." She ran over to her antechamber and to the hidden armory within it. She returned holding three items. She watch Stoppable raise an eyebrow in surprise. "Where did you get my weapons?"
She smirked at him, "Simple. When we beamed your entire sickbay over, it included anything that wasn't bolted down to hull. Apparently, that also included your fatigues, boots, and weapons as well."
She then hesitated before handing them over. "I want your word, that so long as you have these, you will not try to escape or use these to free your comrades in any way. Or the deal's off."
He nodded in acceptance. "So long as you agree that when I am alone, I will be plotting my freedom and that of my comrades."
Sey'lena let out a laugh. "Then I shall endeavor to never leave you alone. Deal," and with that, she handed him his dual phase pistols, and signature katana. She watched in fascination as he strapped the pistol harnesses to his legs and sheath to his right shoulder.
When he finished, she looked him over. He was very intimidating and deadly. The way his hands were relaxed, yet instinctively close to his pistols showed that he knew how to use them. Add to the fact that he seemed to face every obstacle or opponent with his opposite shoulder, Sey'lena knew that his katana wouldn't be far behind.
"Excellent," she beamed with pride. "Let's move."
Sey'lena took the lead out the room, with Stoppable close on her heels. She noticed he kept a respectable distance between her, but when she occasionally turned her head, she found him scanning every single anomaly and object in the hallways of her ship. She wasn't sure if he was looking for a threat or simply making a mental list of everything he came across. Probably both, she mused.
She knew he wouldn't try to escape so long as he was with her, but that didn't mean that he didn't restrict himself to memorizing everything that could possibly help him escape later. Sey'lena knew she had to keep an eye on him.
Unfortunately, her musing and planning distracted her to what was in front of her. As such, she nearly ran into one of the Orions that were onboard the ship. She felt two rough hands manhandle her to the wall. The shock that a simple Orion brute not only had the audacity, but the ability to attack her in such an unfriendly manner, simply froze her on the spot. When she looked up at whoever was holding her against the wall, she realized why.
It was G'lilll, her Alpha Bondmate.
"I have a bone to pick with you," the huge Orion Brute snarled. Sey'lena was used to seeing such rage in his eyes. What worried her however was that normally, she had a retinue of entranced loyal Orionisi male slaves to keep at bay the one male immune to her pheromones.
Before Sey'lena could respond, G'lilll briefly looked at her marine, before back at her, "and if you don't tell the squeeb to back off, I might just accidently lose control of myself and snap your pretty neck."
Sey'lena looked over at Stoppable and saw that both his pistols were drawn and aiming directly at the head of her mate. She knew that the two resulting shots would immediately kill the bastard before he could so much as twitch, but she couldn't let that happen.
Despite how much she despised her alpha mate and how much she wanted to kill him herself, she needed the prick. He was the only one capable of providing her with an acceptable heir. It was one of the things Sey'lena hated about her people. Orionisi culture only accepted female heirs from conquered males, not enslaved ones. And there was nothing about G'lilll that led credence to a typical enslaved male.
Plus, the ship technically belonged to him. At the moment, she was just a passenger.
Because of that, she shook her head towards her marine, and breathed with relief when she saw him lower and holster his pistols. G'lilll smirked with satisfaction. "Now that's a good slave. You stay right there, and I'll deal with you in a second."
He then turned to Sey'lena, who was shaking with fury. She was furious with Stoppable for destroying her plasma cuffs. She was furious with G'lilll for being a piece of shit, but mostly, she was furious with herself for being distracted by Stoppable in the first place. I'm too close with him, and its affecting my work.
"Now that I have your attention, I want to talk about my payment," he snorted.
"You're a male, you don't get payment. You serve me."
"Not from where I'm standing, sweet cheeks. That last raid cost us four ships and countless brave Orion males, and what did we get from it: a bunch of weak females who wouldn't last a day in the world of servitude." He then tightened his grip on Sey'lena shoulders, who managed to suppress a painful groan.
"And since they're useless, I think it's fair to say that those of us who survived should be properly compensated for the loss. Wouldn't you agree?" he added with a glint in his eye.
Sey'lena's own eyes widened at the claim. She knew what he was about to say next. "Give us the haul off. We deserve that much."
"No," she replied, trying to remain as calm as possible. "If you did you jobs right, then we wouldn't have lost so many ships, and be swimming in contraband. I told you to focus on the ship that was dead in the water, but nooo, you and your adrenaline junky friends had to have a real fight with the two escort ships. Did you not realize that the bigger ship was relaying orders towards the other two?"
Sey'lena didn't let him get a word in. "And you have the audacity to accuse me of cowardice, when you abandoned your own ship and men before it capsized. Remind me again, who's the coward?"
Sey'lena knew she was treading on ice. She may have overall authority over the Omicron Sector, but her leadership was based on the good graces of her lieutenants. Normally, all she'd have to do was seduce them, but G'lilll was different. He couldn't be seduced. He was immune, and he took great pride in flaunting that ability around wherever he went.
And the ship she was currently on was loyal to G'lilll, not her. It was simple feudalism, service to one who was in service to another. She had her loyal retinue, but most of them were caught up in the explosions aboard the other ships that didn't make it. She was alone on a potential hostile vessel with no one to protect her. No one except for Stoppable.
Which meant that she had to keep his friends safe. Or she would lose that protection.
It seemed that G'lilll reached the same conclusion. He turned back towards the marine, who Sey'lena saw was clenching his fists in righteous fury at her treatment. Sey'lena's heart fluttered a bit at his radiance of protection. Perfection, she thought.
"Ahh, now I see why. You have a new favorite." G'lill looked back at Sey'lena. "He must be pretty good in the sack to have you guarantee safety for his friends. Maybe, once I kill him, you'll be more cooperating." He released her from his grip and fully turned over to the slave. "After all, a woman has to know her place, right?"
Sey'lena, watched in amazement at the exchange. G'lill was strong. Stronger than any Orion she ever met. He could literally go through an army of men and not break a sweat. His constitution was so impressive, that he could outfight and outlast any combatant. And his blood was so corrosive that just a single drop could leave acidic burns on the skin.
Which made it all the more impressive at the one-sidedness of the fight. G'lilll's disrupter was quickly shot out of his hand at before he could bring it up to fire. Immediately afterwards, Sey'lena watched proudly as Stoppable covered the space in between the two and planted his right foot straight into the knee-cap of G'lilll, snapping his leg. G'lilll roared in pain as he quickly fell to his knees. Stoppable then followed through with a spin kick right into G'lilll's face to bring him down to all fours. Dazed, he could do nothing to prevent a sharp blade from being held at his neck from behind.
The whole maneuver lasted about ten seconds.
"Make one move, and I'll slit your throat," the calm voice commanded. Sey'lena saw G'lill freeze on the spot. He must be in the same amount of shock I was earlier, she realized. Capitalizing on his lapse, she quickly walked over to the defeated Orion and lowered herself to his level. She saw blood trickling out his nose and mouth and landing on the deck plating, adding a sizzling sound to the otherwise quiet hallway.
"Now you know why I keep him around. He is so much more powerful than anything you're capable of, more loyal to me than your own avaricious heart." She then smiled to the marine, who was completely focused on his prey, "and he's the sweetest, kindest man I have ever met." She then looked back at her alpha-mate. "You're not even a fraction of the man he is," she sneered.
He didn't reply. She didn't expect him to. Sey'lena rose back up and looked at Stoppable. "Release him," she commanded. She smirked at the sight of Stoppable removing his blade and slamming his foot on G'lilll's back, driving him to the deck plating. After cleaning his blade on G'lilll's garments, he sheathed his sword and looked at Sey'lena with concern lacing his eyes.
She smiled at him again in pride and longing. "Are you alight?"
He nodded. "Better than him," gesturing towards the whimpering Orion lying on the floor. He then looked back at Sey'lena. "Orders Ma'am?"
Sey'lena sighed. "I want to say kill him, but I need the prick. It is his ship." Sey'lena didn't dare mention the other, more intimate requirement. She didn't want to make the marine any more jealous than necessary. Stop worrying about his feelings! she screamed at herself. He's your slave.
She shook her head. "Let's get to the bridge. Someone else can clean this mess up."
He nodded. "By your command, Ma'am," he replied, before following her in step, paying more attention to her security instead of looking for a way to escape. Sey'lena hid a flirtatious smirk.
That's more like it.
A/N:
Well, another chapter bites the dust. Suddenly the story is not so black and white now, is it? As Star Wars Ep III pointed out: There are heroes on both sides. Evil is everywhere. Keep that in mind while you're reading this story, especially the next chapter. We already know what Starfleet is planning. But not the Syndicate.
I was watching House of Cards during the week, so I decided to throw in a little quote that Ronald Dean may have remembered while binge watching the series with his redheaded wife. Great way to spend the weekend huh?
Don't forget to review. It means that I'm doing something right. Also, to put on record, with work continuing to pile up, I'm switching over to two week updates instead of one week. So keep an eye out for the next update. I'll see you soon.
KPRS Splicer signing off.