CONFESSION

Moya – D'Argo's Dorm:

D'Argo knelt naked at his bedside: eyes closed, head bowed and fingers linked as he prayed to the holographic image of Lo'Laan and Jothee.

'I repent my sins to you in hope of forgiveness.'

'I love you Jothee, but this moment is for the adults.' D'Argo said and swiped the hologram to remove Jothee. Only the exquisite Lo'Laan remained.

'My love for another has caused me to be foolish and... unfaithful to both you, Lo'Laan and Chiana.'

D'Argo contemplated his feelings patiently, 'I cannot help but think of you, even as Chiana and I make love... made love.'

A soft metallic ping behind D'Argo distracted him. He ceased confession and looked towards the door. Nothing. He scanned the whole room, paranoid. Stillness.

He cleared his throat before continuing. 'I make love to your image and memory while Chiana and I are making love... but how can it be making love if I think of another?' D'Argo was in clear distress at loving posthumously and presently.

'Chiana took offence to my dreams of you… reliving my times and feelings with you in my unconsciousness sleep.' He snorted a bitter sob. 'You always said talking in my sleep was my greatest weakness. And Chiana sure discovered that the hard way. A mistake. We all make mistakes. Dren.'

D'Argo paused to think of his next disclosure as he scrutinised the room once more.

'Imagine the pain, when I woke with my genitals crushed tight in Chiana's grip. Her vicious words that followed, I… I never realised she could be so… violent… passionate.' The thought of the agonizing wakeup call made him quiver. 'She now avoids me, and is negative when I ask to speak privately.'

D'Argo's lip twisted as he thought of the present situation.

'Now she spends more time with a robot, than I. A robot over me! I understand our need to find comfort in others during times like these, but this, Thing!' D'Argo snarled. 'Krett, he manipulates her with his mind-bending tricks.'

D'Argo's prayers were interrupted by a potent smell, not unlike a fishy mechanical lubricant, that made his nostrils flare.

He searched the room, tracing the horrid smell, which led him into the corridor, still unabashedly naked. All was quiet and the smell had started to fade.

'Is that you making that wretched stink, Moya?!' He sighed and headed back into his dorm, when he noticed a shiny metallic splodge near the base of his door.

Crouching down, he was incensed to see the familiar golden gunk, and tacked behind the golden muck was a small silver foil figure.

D'Argo examined the foil figure that depicted a man, a man with a hole in his chest and head.

'The fahrbot frell.' D'Argo growled and crushed the foil man in his hand, squirting the golden fluid. 'No more threats!' D'Argo punched the door switch and stomped back into his dorm.

He donned his purple warrior garb and admired the perfect cutting edge and knuckle duster hilt of his crescent dagger as he sheathed it.

'You will interfere no more, Krett. I accept your challenge.' He stated confidently.

He realised the holograph of Lo'Laan was still active, which unsettled him. He snatched the holo emitter and pressed it back into the secret compartment in the cut of his right breast.

As he headed for the door, he dragged the Qualta Blade from the bedside mount and strode off down the corridor in search of his prey.

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