Warning: This series is devoted almost entirely to the somewhat infamous
pairing of Aisha/Gene. Usually, I'd root for Aisha/Jim or Gene/Melfina,
but we can all change in the name of a good fic, can't we?
Notes: As you probably already know, I'm not the author that began this series. I've been asked to continue it, though, so any further chapters (this one included) will most likely come from me. Don't worry, I won't get TOO crazy, and Jaug has major input on all the chapters before I post, anyway. For the most part, I'm following his storyline with a slight twist here and there. Hopefully, I won't cost him any readers in the process. And please don't judge Jaug's judgment if you've read any of my previous OS fics (particularly "Cupid Chronicles"), he had nothing to do with them, I swear. I'm only here because we collaborated in the past and he thought I could get the job done. Why, I'll never know; maybe he knows something I don't. So, on with the story.
The Great CATastrophe Part 4: The Mating Game
By Nate Grey (w/ input from Jaug)
Gene gulped down the last of his scotch and sighed deeply. He glanced over at the bag next to him, which contained Aisha's newly repaired cape. He realized with a smirk that he wouldn't get to see her face when she finally saw it. In fact, he'd probably need Melfina or Jim to give it to her.
"Another round, stranger?"
Gene blinked and looked up to see the bartender gazing at him expectantly. "Yeah, sure. Thanks."
The bartender quickly refilled his glass. "Don't mean to pry, but it looks like you've got woman trouble," he said conversationally.
Gene chuckled. "Cat trouble, really." Then he shook his head. "A big bit of both, I guess."
"Well, which you want help with first? The cat or the girl?"
"Both, as they're kinda the same thing."
The bartender put down the rag he'd been wiping the counter with. "Well, THIS should be interesting."
"Tell me about it." Gene threw back some of the scotch. "Know anything about the Ctarl-Ctarl?"
"More than you'd think, actually," the bartender replied with something of a glint in his eye. "Used to moonlight as an appraiser in Ctarl-Ctarl clothing."
"No kidding?"
The bartender shrugged. "Well, only did it for a year or two. Not a very big market for that stuff. But you show me something from the Ctarl-Ctarl, and I can tell you its background and exactly how much it's worth.to us and them."
Gene considered that for a moment. "How about this, then?" He opened the bag, revealing the royal violet cape.
The bartender's eyes widened a bit. "Where'd you get that?"
"Belongs to my.er.crewmate. What do you know about it?" Gene set the bag on the counter.
"Definitely made by a talented seamstress," the bartender said at once, rubbing the cloth through his fingers. "Probably made for someone pretty famous on the home planet."
"Famous?" Gene repeated.
"Not the way we think of famous. I mean a war hero, a great soldier. Someone who's brought glory and wealth to the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire. There's not much else to be famous for when you're a Ctarl-Ctarl, though. Since it's violet, that means it's a Warrior's Banner. Only the best soldiers get to wear them."
"So it's pretty high up on the totem pole, huh?"
"Way up. This one in particular. See these two gold pins on the end? That shows it's the cape of a Supreme Commander. There's only been two or three in their entire history. It's the highest rank any soldier could ever hope for."
Gene peered closer. The pins were in the image of what appeared to be a snarling tiger. If he squinted, they almost looked like Aisha did in beast form.
"Well, I don't know who your lady friend is, but I bet this cape is real important to her. Probably belonged to her grandfather or something."
"So I should definitely give it back to her."
The bartender chuckled. "Friend or not, you keep that from her, and she's likely to rip your throat out."
Gene actually smiled. "That's just what I needed to hear. Thanks, pal."
* * * * *
Melfina leaned over the stove, humming quietly as she began to prepare breakfast. She knew that no one else save Jim would get up unless they caught a whiff of her bacon and eggs. Suzuka had vanished again during the night, and would probably show up just before Gene "greeted" everyone with one of his trademark ten second yawns.
"That's an inspiring melody, Melfina," said a cheerful voice behind her. "Might I inquire as to where you heard it?"
Melfina glanced over her shoulder, just catching sight of one of Gilliam's many drones as it glided past on the maintenance rail. She noted, with a smile, that it was the pink one. "Good morning, Gilliam. I guess it's just one of the few things I do remember about myself."
"In that case, I certainly hope you hang onto it, dear." The drone paused suddenly. "Oh, and someone else is up early for a change. Our resident Ctarl-Ctarl seems to have her own tune to share with us."
The door banged open just then, and Aisha bounded in, already in the midst of the aforementioned tune.
".little, SIX little fishies! Seven little, eight little, NINE little fishies! Waiting for me! To gobble them! UP! UP!! UP!!!"
Melfina smiled brightly. "Good morning, Aisha! You're in a good mood."
"Morning, Mel!" Aisha replied a bit loudly. She bounded over behind Melfina and draped her arms around the bio-roid's neck. "Can we eat it yet?" she asked, peering at the stove.
"Soon," Melfina promised, gently pushing Aisha away. "So, are you going to tell me why you're so happy?"
Aisha grinned toothily as she sat down. "Sometimes, Mel, things just work out GREAT!"
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Good friends, good food, great capes being restored to better than new."
"You mean the cape that Gene got fixed?" Melfina asked, pretending it was all news to her.
"The very same." Aisha leaned back in her chair. "Every time I think I've got that red-haired menace figured out, he goes and does something that I could just KI-"
Jim walked in just then, followed immediately by Suzuka. As usual, no one asked where she'd been, but it was probably safe to assume there was one less bounty in the area.
"What were you saying, Aisha?" Jim asked as he sat down beside her.
"Uh.that I could just KILL the next pirate that gives us trouble, of course," Aisha said quickly. "Those guys are a real nuisance."
"Speaking of nuisances," Suzuka added, sipping her tea calmly. "Melfina, Gene says he'll take his breakfast in his room. Would you like some help bringing it?"
"I've got it, but thank you, Suzuka," Melfina replied.
Suzuka nodded slightly and went back to her tea.
A few seconds later, Melfina set a full plate in front of everyone and carried Gene's breakfast out of the kitchen.
"So, Aisha," Jim said quietly. "How long do you think this.er.ritual.is gonna last? I don't mean to take sides or anything, but it might make group battles a thing of the past."
"Don't worry about such adult matters, Jimmy," Aisha said, tousling his hair fondly. "It's all taken care of."
Jim pulled away and attempted to straighten his hair. "Hey, I'm NOT a kid! I already know about.um.adult matters and stuff."
"Then why are you turning that cute shade of red?" Aisha teased.
"I am NOT turning red!" Jim insisted, though his cheeks said something else.
* * * * *
"Gene?" Melfina slowly opened the door and gasped softly.
Gene glanced over his shoulder from where he was doing chin-ups on Gilliam's rail. "Thanks, Mel. You can set it over there."
Melfina tore her eyes away from Gene's bare, sweaty, muscular back and placed the tray on the table. "I get the impression that Aisha is really happy you got her cape fixed."
Gene dropped to the floor and wiped his face with a towel. "Good. That's how I planned it."
"Does this mean you've made up your mind about the.um.ritual?" she asked quietly.
"Almost," Gene said, coming to stand in front of her.
Melfina blushed slightly and tried not to stare at his chest. Suddenly, Gene took her hands in his.
"I need you to be honest with me, Mel. Would you be upset if I went through with it?"
Melfina hesitated noticeably. "I.I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do," Gene said sincerely, brushing a lock of dark hair away from her face.
Melfina shivered at his touch. "Gene.I don't want to influence your decision."
"Too bad. Because I won't be able to make it until you give me an honest answer."
Melfina forced herself not to cry. "I.think you should do whatever you need to make peace with Aisha. If that includes.sleeping with her.then I won't try to stop it." She looked into his eyes. "Just.promise me that if you do.you know.that you'll only be thinking of Aisha, and not m-I mean, someone else."
Gene stared into her big, brown eyes for a long moment. "I swear it," he said at last. "And Mel?"
"Yes, Gene?"
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Thanks."
Melfina turned bright red. "You're welcome," she said quietly. With that, she turned and hurried out of the room.
Gene smiled and started on his breakfast.
* * * * *
"We have established a line with the Feral Peace, Lord," Hanmushi reported.
"Good," Hazanko said, turning to the screen. "Give me visual."
The screen in front of Hazanko, which currently showed the immediate area outside the Geomancer, changed to that of a hooded face, shrouded entirely in darkness.
"What have you to report, Lecar?" the leader of the Anten Seven demanded. "You haven't contacted me in months!"
There was a soft chuckle from the figure in the darkness. "Patience, Lord. The project proceeds as planned. As we speak, Aisha Clan-Clan is under the influence of our engineered endorphins."
"And what of Gene Starwind?"
"He will set the proper chain of events in motion any day now. When the time is right, we will intervene."
Hazanko frowned. "You are certain that your.'prodigy'.is strong enough to defeat Aisha?"
There was a flash of something beneath the hood, but it quickly faded away. "NEVER question One's abilities! He is the single greatest Ctarl-Ctarl ever produced, the ultimate evolution! No other of our race can hope to stand against him!"
"I question many things," Hazanko snapped. "Especially your loyalty to me, Lecar. You've been hiding from our sensors, randomly popping up whenever it's convenient for you."
"Surely you know what it's like to have enemies, Lord. I can never be too careful. I'd be a fool to trust anyone but myself."
"You would also be a fool to anger me, Lecar."
"Relax, Lord. You will have Melfina, as promised.as long as you stay out of my way, that is."
"WHAT?!" Hazanko roared.
"Either you back off, or I will destroy Melfina as soon as she is in my grasp," Lecar stated calmly. "And I will have her. So I suggest you heed my warning. You only get one."
"Curse you, Lecar! If you harm one hair on Melfina's head--!"
".she will still be intact enough to guide you to the Galactic Leyline. That's all that matters, isn't it?"
"I refuse to be manipulated by you!" Hazanko yelled.
"Then look at it this way, Lord," Lecar suggested. "You're just finding out-as did everyone else I've dealt with-that I'm simply smarter than you thought.and, therefore, smarter than you. Now, I think I'll leave you and your considerable, damaged ego to recover. You'll hear from me when I have secured Melfina."
The screen went blank.
"We've lost the signal, Lord," Hanmushi said.
"I thought as much." Hazanko seethed silently for a long moment. "Remind me never to deal with rogue Ctarl-Ctarl in the future, Hanmushi."
* * * * *
The lights slowly rose, and the figure shrouded in darkness was thrust into the light. With a weary sigh, he rose from his seat, letting the hood fall away from his head. "Talking to that man never gets any easier."
"Do you need anything, Commander? Water, perhaps?" one of his aides asked.
Lecar waved him away. "Later. If there's anything to report, I'll be in my quarters."
"Yes, sir." The aide bowed and moved aside as Lecar strode past.
Once in his private room, Lecar turned to the north wall. "Show me the girl."
A viewing screen emerged from the wall and crackled to life.
Lecar's lips twisted into a ghost of a smile as he watched a young Ctarl- Ctarl girl scamper through a field of sunflowers. "So full of life, even then. And soon, my little Aisha, we'll be reunited. Just as I promised you then, there's so much more in store for you than you could ever, ever imagine."
* * * * *
I don't know what words I can say. The wind has a way to talk to me. Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby. I pray for reply, I'm ready.
Quiet day calms me. Oh, serenity. Someone, please, tell me, oh...mmm What is it they say? Maybe I will know one day.
I don't know what words I can say. The wind has a way to talk to me. Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby. I pray for reply, I'm ready.
* * * * *
"That's a beautiful song, Melfina."
Melfina gasped and spun around, a hand over her heart. "Suzuka! I-I didn't hear you come in!"
"No," Suzuka said, smiling warmly. "I didn't want you to. You might've stopped singing."
Once Melfina's heartbeat returned to normal, she smiled. "Did.you really like it that much?"
"Oh, yes. Such beautiful things should always be preserved. But I suspect you have more important matters on your mind right now."
"What makes you think that?" Melfina asked, turning away.
"Just the fact that you've only come out of your room to cook meals today." Suzuka gently touched Melfina's shoulder. "It's Gene, isn't it?"
"No!" Melfina said at once. Then she sighed. "Yes."
"It can be.difficult to admit you have feelings for someone. Especially someone like Gene."
"Then.what do I do, Suzuka?"
"Sometimes, Melfina, you must embrace your feelings and do as they would have you do. Other times, you must bury them deep down inside, in order to help the greater good. The trick is determining when to do what."
"Is being human.always this hard?" Melfina asked softly.
"No, Melfina," Suzuka replied, her eyes becoming haunted. "Many times, it can be much, much worse." She shook her head. "But I have faith that you will make the right decision. You're a smart girl, and you'll figure out the best choice."
* * * * *
It was just after midnight when Aisha head footsteps approaching her room. Her eyes snapped open, and her ears twitched. Already, she was forming a shadow of the person in her mind.
Tall, lean, hesitant.Gene.
A few minutes later, her suspicions were confirmed.
"Aisha. You awake?"
"You forget how sensitive the ears of a Ctarl-Ctarl are, Gene. I heard you coming a mile away."
There was a slight chuckle. "Maybe I should listen to Jim once in a while."
Aisha smiled a bit as she sat up. "I'd ask you to come in, but."
"Maybe I will." There was a slight pause. "Listen, Aisha, I have an idea."
So, ten minutes later, Aisha walked out of the ship, blindfolded, guided only by Gene's hand on her shoulder.
"This should give us plenty of room to.well, roll around." Gene smirked as he reached up to undo the blindfold. Suddenly, Aisha's hands covered his own.
"Gene, wait. Are you sure about this?"
"I hardly ever have a say in the matter when I'm being hunted, Aisha. But to be honest with you, this is one of the few times I look forward to it." He grinned as Aisha did. "Now, you ready?"
Aisha nodded. "And.Gene? Thank you."
Gene took a deep breath, removed the blindfold, and backed away.
Aisha took a deep breath, turned around.and snapped. She only had a moment to take in his black pants, scarred chest, and anxious face before something urged her forward, claws extended.
Gene barely had time to duck as she came in high, her nails just scraping the star tattoo on his shoulder. He rolled and instinctively reached for his gun-remembered that he'd purposely left it in his room-and cursed as Aisha charged back, slamming him to the ground. With a grunt, he flipped her off and ran back into the ship. Over the blood pounding in his ears, he could hear Aisha snarling as she began to catch up.
Hit by sudden inspiration, Gene feinted left and then veered to the right, heading for the bridge. After a quick pause, Aisha was right behind him again. As soon as Gene caught sight of the captain's chair, he stopped and spun around.
Aisha skidded to a stop, bared her teeth and leaped for his throat.
Gene threw himself to the floor in a roll, kicking upward with all his might and silently hoping Aisha would forgive him later.
There was a yelp of surprise and pain just before Aisha landed hard in the captain's chair, scrambling back to all fours in an instant. The kick had enraged her even more, just as he'd planned. She perched on the edge of the chair, as if preparing to leap again.
Gene slowly approached the chair, took a deep breath, and backhanded her hard across the face.
Aisha growled softly as she fell back into the chair. Before she could think of getting up, Gene was on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. She snapped at him, growling a bit louder.
Gene leaned down and pressed his face into her neck, kissing and biting the sensitive flesh.
The growl died in Aisha's throat and was replaced by a loud purring. "Gene," she murmured sleepily, as if just waking up from a pleasant dream. Her eyes fluttered open, then widened in surprise. "Gene?!"
"Just relax, Aisha," he whispered in her ear. "Since you haven't torn my throat out, my plan seems to be working. But to keep it that way, you've got to let me finish what I've started."
Aisha grinned. "Well, get to it!"
Gene chuckled. "Now, what kind of man would I be if I rushed, Aisha? No, we're going to take our time and enjoy this. Slowly."
Aisha pouted. "Slowly? That doesn't sound like much fun."
Gene smiled. "Welcome to Gene Starwind's crash course in Terran Mating Techniques. Lesson 1: Making Out."
"You mean mating?" Aisha asked, looking puzzled.
Gene smirked. "Not just yet."
* * * * *
Jim was almost completely asleep when he heard something that sounded like a very large, loud cat. With a sigh, he considered getting up and telling Aisha that it wasn't fair for her to work out this late at night. But then, recalling how she'd thrown her weights at him the last time he told her she was strong as an ox, he pulled his pillow over his head and tried to get back to sleep.
* * * * *
For someone she'd once considered a big, red idiot, Aisha was discovering that Gene was very skilled in something other than being a huge jerk. For instance, she'd always thought he never paid attention to anything but his own oversized ego. Yet, at the moment, he was obviously paying quite a bit of attention to her breasts, something Aisha had never really done. They couldn't exactly be used as weapons in a fight, so they'd never really been one of her priorities. She was finding out that they were very sensitive when touched (or in this case, kissed) in the right places. Aisha began to realize Gene might use this against her later on, and decided she'd better find some weak spots on him before they were through. That is, if she could just get her brain to form any other coherent thoughts.
Aisha gasped as Gene's lips trailed kisses down her stomach. "And.what do you call that.?"
Gene spared her a glance. "Lesson 2: Foreplay."
"Playing is good," Aisha murmured, closing her eyes.
"But it'll get even better," Gene promised.
A few moments later, Aisha's eyes widened and she sat up. "H-hey! What are you doing down there?!"
Gene smirked. "What do YOU think?"
"I think you've gotten your mating parts mixed up! That was not meant for fingers!" she cried, turning red.
"I wasn't GOING to use my fingers," Gene explained patiently. "I was GOING to use my mouth."
"Y-your.w-what?!" Aisha stammered.
Gene gave her a wicked grin and quickly lowered his head.
Aisha's mouth opened in a soundless scream, and a few seconds later, the sound finally caught up with her.
* * * * *
Suzuka's eyes snapped open at once, but she forced herself to relax just as quickly. She'd heard many screams before, but this wasn't one to worry about, her senses told her. Although, considering who had sreamed, maybe she should've worried. She knew very little about Ctarl-Ctarl preferences in mates, and since this WAS Aisha, she really could've chosen anyone on the ship.other than Suzuka, anyway.
Of course, then she realized only Gene would be so inconsiderate that he'd make no attempt to keep Aisha quiet while he was pleasuring her. Then it all made perfect sense, and within seconds, Suzuka was asleep again, a strange smile on her face.
* * * * *
Aisha slowly opened her eyes. "What.WAS that?"
"I told you, foreplay." Gene chuckled. "Finally, Lesson 3. My favorite."
"What's Lesson 3?"
"Mating: Terran Style."
Aisha's eyes shone with something that might've been anticipation. "About time!"
"I didn't exactly hear you complaining a minute ago."
"Shut up and do it!" Aisha ordered, baring her teeth.
Gene smirked. "Yes, ma'am." He carefully positioned himself over her, then paused. "Hey, wait. Have you ever--?"
He didn't get a chance to finish, because Aisha's hips suddenly jerked upward, capturing him in one smooth motion. She grinned up at him in an almost feral manner.
Gene's eyes grew as big as dinner plates. "I guess so," he gasped, trying regain his composure.
But Aisha didn't plan to wait that long. She yanked Gene's head down to hers and bit into his lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave two tiny marks that any other Ctarl-Ctarl would recognize at once.
Gene pulled back slowly, staring at her with a puzzled look on his face. "What was that?"
Aisha's eyes flashed knowingly. "Nothing much. Just a mark that says you're mine and gives me permission to kill you if you even think about doing this with anyone else."
Gene chuckled. "Guess I really am stuck with you then," he murmured softly, the full implication of her action beginning to sink in. "Hope you know what you're doing, Aisha."
She shrugged, gazing up at him fondly. "You never do, and you seem to make it all right. I figure if a brain-dead Terran can live this way, it should be easy enough for me."
"We'll see who's brain-dead when I'm done with you, lady."
"Gimme your best shot, Starwind!"
* * * * *
Melfina had, surprisingly, gone to sleep without any noticeable trouble. She'd made up her mind. Gene would do whatever it took to make peace with Aisha. Then they could go back to yelling at each other every ten minutes without actually intending any serious bodily harm. Well, at least, Gene wouldn't. Aisha had always been rather vague about how Ctarl-Ctarl dealt with wisecracks, but Melfina got the feeling that Gene was very, very lucky not to have gained any more scars from her.
At any rate, this assurance helped Melfina get some much needed rest. She had no way of knowing, of course, that deciding you're okay with something was very, very different from actually seeing that something the next morning.
* * * * *
Gene woke up slowly, and instantly became reacquainted with all the aches, bruises, and scratches he'd gained the previous night. To say Aisha had been excited was a huge understatement, unless Ctarl-Ctarl excitement always bordered on somewhat painful and was just shy of violent.
And there was some doubt in his mind. Aisha had been so enthusiastic about the whole thing, he wondered if she hadn't planned to do this with him a long time ago. And then there was the fact that she'd nearly torn his face off when he'd tried to pull out of her. Gene couldn't understand why Aisha had been insistent about that part. She'd never mentioned anything about wanting to get pregnant at all, much less by him. Maybe it was part of that ancient Ctarl-Ctarl instinct, or maybe Aisha liked him a whole lot more than she was letting on.
Although, somehow, the sight and feel of Aisha's head tucked under his chin made him forget about his worries. Momentarily, anyway. He couldn't help smiling, even if she couldn't see it. Strength and dominance were two things Ctarl-Ctarl valued over all others. Aisha had never looked more vulnerable, and the fact that she'd given herself to him (although it had been a lot more like forcing herself on him at times) made him feel vastly important. He was still pretty insignificant on a universal scale, but he'd never felt like a bigger man until now.
And then, just when Gene was wondering if he should wake her, there was a gasp behind him. He already knew who it was, but still felt obligated to turn around.
Melfina stood there, white as a sheet, her mouth open in shock. Finally, she managed to collect herself. "I.I'm glad you two.worked things..out." At that point, words failed her, and she fled from the bridge.
Gene sighed and looked back at Aisha, who purred in her sleep and grinned toothily. Maybe, just maybe, losing Melfina was worth it, if he had gained Aisha in the process. It was quite a trade-off, to say the last. But as Gene ran his hand gently through Aisha's soft, gray tresses, he wondered how the others would react.
Notes: As you probably already know, I'm not the author that began this series. I've been asked to continue it, though, so any further chapters (this one included) will most likely come from me. Don't worry, I won't get TOO crazy, and Jaug has major input on all the chapters before I post, anyway. For the most part, I'm following his storyline with a slight twist here and there. Hopefully, I won't cost him any readers in the process. And please don't judge Jaug's judgment if you've read any of my previous OS fics (particularly "Cupid Chronicles"), he had nothing to do with them, I swear. I'm only here because we collaborated in the past and he thought I could get the job done. Why, I'll never know; maybe he knows something I don't. So, on with the story.
The Great CATastrophe Part 4: The Mating Game
By Nate Grey (w/ input from Jaug)
Gene gulped down the last of his scotch and sighed deeply. He glanced over at the bag next to him, which contained Aisha's newly repaired cape. He realized with a smirk that he wouldn't get to see her face when she finally saw it. In fact, he'd probably need Melfina or Jim to give it to her.
"Another round, stranger?"
Gene blinked and looked up to see the bartender gazing at him expectantly. "Yeah, sure. Thanks."
The bartender quickly refilled his glass. "Don't mean to pry, but it looks like you've got woman trouble," he said conversationally.
Gene chuckled. "Cat trouble, really." Then he shook his head. "A big bit of both, I guess."
"Well, which you want help with first? The cat or the girl?"
"Both, as they're kinda the same thing."
The bartender put down the rag he'd been wiping the counter with. "Well, THIS should be interesting."
"Tell me about it." Gene threw back some of the scotch. "Know anything about the Ctarl-Ctarl?"
"More than you'd think, actually," the bartender replied with something of a glint in his eye. "Used to moonlight as an appraiser in Ctarl-Ctarl clothing."
"No kidding?"
The bartender shrugged. "Well, only did it for a year or two. Not a very big market for that stuff. But you show me something from the Ctarl-Ctarl, and I can tell you its background and exactly how much it's worth.to us and them."
Gene considered that for a moment. "How about this, then?" He opened the bag, revealing the royal violet cape.
The bartender's eyes widened a bit. "Where'd you get that?"
"Belongs to my.er.crewmate. What do you know about it?" Gene set the bag on the counter.
"Definitely made by a talented seamstress," the bartender said at once, rubbing the cloth through his fingers. "Probably made for someone pretty famous on the home planet."
"Famous?" Gene repeated.
"Not the way we think of famous. I mean a war hero, a great soldier. Someone who's brought glory and wealth to the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire. There's not much else to be famous for when you're a Ctarl-Ctarl, though. Since it's violet, that means it's a Warrior's Banner. Only the best soldiers get to wear them."
"So it's pretty high up on the totem pole, huh?"
"Way up. This one in particular. See these two gold pins on the end? That shows it's the cape of a Supreme Commander. There's only been two or three in their entire history. It's the highest rank any soldier could ever hope for."
Gene peered closer. The pins were in the image of what appeared to be a snarling tiger. If he squinted, they almost looked like Aisha did in beast form.
"Well, I don't know who your lady friend is, but I bet this cape is real important to her. Probably belonged to her grandfather or something."
"So I should definitely give it back to her."
The bartender chuckled. "Friend or not, you keep that from her, and she's likely to rip your throat out."
Gene actually smiled. "That's just what I needed to hear. Thanks, pal."
* * * * *
Melfina leaned over the stove, humming quietly as she began to prepare breakfast. She knew that no one else save Jim would get up unless they caught a whiff of her bacon and eggs. Suzuka had vanished again during the night, and would probably show up just before Gene "greeted" everyone with one of his trademark ten second yawns.
"That's an inspiring melody, Melfina," said a cheerful voice behind her. "Might I inquire as to where you heard it?"
Melfina glanced over her shoulder, just catching sight of one of Gilliam's many drones as it glided past on the maintenance rail. She noted, with a smile, that it was the pink one. "Good morning, Gilliam. I guess it's just one of the few things I do remember about myself."
"In that case, I certainly hope you hang onto it, dear." The drone paused suddenly. "Oh, and someone else is up early for a change. Our resident Ctarl-Ctarl seems to have her own tune to share with us."
The door banged open just then, and Aisha bounded in, already in the midst of the aforementioned tune.
".little, SIX little fishies! Seven little, eight little, NINE little fishies! Waiting for me! To gobble them! UP! UP!! UP!!!"
Melfina smiled brightly. "Good morning, Aisha! You're in a good mood."
"Morning, Mel!" Aisha replied a bit loudly. She bounded over behind Melfina and draped her arms around the bio-roid's neck. "Can we eat it yet?" she asked, peering at the stove.
"Soon," Melfina promised, gently pushing Aisha away. "So, are you going to tell me why you're so happy?"
Aisha grinned toothily as she sat down. "Sometimes, Mel, things just work out GREAT!"
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Good friends, good food, great capes being restored to better than new."
"You mean the cape that Gene got fixed?" Melfina asked, pretending it was all news to her.
"The very same." Aisha leaned back in her chair. "Every time I think I've got that red-haired menace figured out, he goes and does something that I could just KI-"
Jim walked in just then, followed immediately by Suzuka. As usual, no one asked where she'd been, but it was probably safe to assume there was one less bounty in the area.
"What were you saying, Aisha?" Jim asked as he sat down beside her.
"Uh.that I could just KILL the next pirate that gives us trouble, of course," Aisha said quickly. "Those guys are a real nuisance."
"Speaking of nuisances," Suzuka added, sipping her tea calmly. "Melfina, Gene says he'll take his breakfast in his room. Would you like some help bringing it?"
"I've got it, but thank you, Suzuka," Melfina replied.
Suzuka nodded slightly and went back to her tea.
A few seconds later, Melfina set a full plate in front of everyone and carried Gene's breakfast out of the kitchen.
"So, Aisha," Jim said quietly. "How long do you think this.er.ritual.is gonna last? I don't mean to take sides or anything, but it might make group battles a thing of the past."
"Don't worry about such adult matters, Jimmy," Aisha said, tousling his hair fondly. "It's all taken care of."
Jim pulled away and attempted to straighten his hair. "Hey, I'm NOT a kid! I already know about.um.adult matters and stuff."
"Then why are you turning that cute shade of red?" Aisha teased.
"I am NOT turning red!" Jim insisted, though his cheeks said something else.
* * * * *
"Gene?" Melfina slowly opened the door and gasped softly.
Gene glanced over his shoulder from where he was doing chin-ups on Gilliam's rail. "Thanks, Mel. You can set it over there."
Melfina tore her eyes away from Gene's bare, sweaty, muscular back and placed the tray on the table. "I get the impression that Aisha is really happy you got her cape fixed."
Gene dropped to the floor and wiped his face with a towel. "Good. That's how I planned it."
"Does this mean you've made up your mind about the.um.ritual?" she asked quietly.
"Almost," Gene said, coming to stand in front of her.
Melfina blushed slightly and tried not to stare at his chest. Suddenly, Gene took her hands in his.
"I need you to be honest with me, Mel. Would you be upset if I went through with it?"
Melfina hesitated noticeably. "I.I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do," Gene said sincerely, brushing a lock of dark hair away from her face.
Melfina shivered at his touch. "Gene.I don't want to influence your decision."
"Too bad. Because I won't be able to make it until you give me an honest answer."
Melfina forced herself not to cry. "I.think you should do whatever you need to make peace with Aisha. If that includes.sleeping with her.then I won't try to stop it." She looked into his eyes. "Just.promise me that if you do.you know.that you'll only be thinking of Aisha, and not m-I mean, someone else."
Gene stared into her big, brown eyes for a long moment. "I swear it," he said at last. "And Mel?"
"Yes, Gene?"
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Thanks."
Melfina turned bright red. "You're welcome," she said quietly. With that, she turned and hurried out of the room.
Gene smiled and started on his breakfast.
* * * * *
"We have established a line with the Feral Peace, Lord," Hanmushi reported.
"Good," Hazanko said, turning to the screen. "Give me visual."
The screen in front of Hazanko, which currently showed the immediate area outside the Geomancer, changed to that of a hooded face, shrouded entirely in darkness.
"What have you to report, Lecar?" the leader of the Anten Seven demanded. "You haven't contacted me in months!"
There was a soft chuckle from the figure in the darkness. "Patience, Lord. The project proceeds as planned. As we speak, Aisha Clan-Clan is under the influence of our engineered endorphins."
"And what of Gene Starwind?"
"He will set the proper chain of events in motion any day now. When the time is right, we will intervene."
Hazanko frowned. "You are certain that your.'prodigy'.is strong enough to defeat Aisha?"
There was a flash of something beneath the hood, but it quickly faded away. "NEVER question One's abilities! He is the single greatest Ctarl-Ctarl ever produced, the ultimate evolution! No other of our race can hope to stand against him!"
"I question many things," Hazanko snapped. "Especially your loyalty to me, Lecar. You've been hiding from our sensors, randomly popping up whenever it's convenient for you."
"Surely you know what it's like to have enemies, Lord. I can never be too careful. I'd be a fool to trust anyone but myself."
"You would also be a fool to anger me, Lecar."
"Relax, Lord. You will have Melfina, as promised.as long as you stay out of my way, that is."
"WHAT?!" Hazanko roared.
"Either you back off, or I will destroy Melfina as soon as she is in my grasp," Lecar stated calmly. "And I will have her. So I suggest you heed my warning. You only get one."
"Curse you, Lecar! If you harm one hair on Melfina's head--!"
".she will still be intact enough to guide you to the Galactic Leyline. That's all that matters, isn't it?"
"I refuse to be manipulated by you!" Hazanko yelled.
"Then look at it this way, Lord," Lecar suggested. "You're just finding out-as did everyone else I've dealt with-that I'm simply smarter than you thought.and, therefore, smarter than you. Now, I think I'll leave you and your considerable, damaged ego to recover. You'll hear from me when I have secured Melfina."
The screen went blank.
"We've lost the signal, Lord," Hanmushi said.
"I thought as much." Hazanko seethed silently for a long moment. "Remind me never to deal with rogue Ctarl-Ctarl in the future, Hanmushi."
* * * * *
The lights slowly rose, and the figure shrouded in darkness was thrust into the light. With a weary sigh, he rose from his seat, letting the hood fall away from his head. "Talking to that man never gets any easier."
"Do you need anything, Commander? Water, perhaps?" one of his aides asked.
Lecar waved him away. "Later. If there's anything to report, I'll be in my quarters."
"Yes, sir." The aide bowed and moved aside as Lecar strode past.
Once in his private room, Lecar turned to the north wall. "Show me the girl."
A viewing screen emerged from the wall and crackled to life.
Lecar's lips twisted into a ghost of a smile as he watched a young Ctarl- Ctarl girl scamper through a field of sunflowers. "So full of life, even then. And soon, my little Aisha, we'll be reunited. Just as I promised you then, there's so much more in store for you than you could ever, ever imagine."
* * * * *
I don't know what words I can say. The wind has a way to talk to me. Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby. I pray for reply, I'm ready.
Quiet day calms me. Oh, serenity. Someone, please, tell me, oh...mmm What is it they say? Maybe I will know one day.
I don't know what words I can say. The wind has a way to talk to me. Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby. I pray for reply, I'm ready.
* * * * *
"That's a beautiful song, Melfina."
Melfina gasped and spun around, a hand over her heart. "Suzuka! I-I didn't hear you come in!"
"No," Suzuka said, smiling warmly. "I didn't want you to. You might've stopped singing."
Once Melfina's heartbeat returned to normal, she smiled. "Did.you really like it that much?"
"Oh, yes. Such beautiful things should always be preserved. But I suspect you have more important matters on your mind right now."
"What makes you think that?" Melfina asked, turning away.
"Just the fact that you've only come out of your room to cook meals today." Suzuka gently touched Melfina's shoulder. "It's Gene, isn't it?"
"No!" Melfina said at once. Then she sighed. "Yes."
"It can be.difficult to admit you have feelings for someone. Especially someone like Gene."
"Then.what do I do, Suzuka?"
"Sometimes, Melfina, you must embrace your feelings and do as they would have you do. Other times, you must bury them deep down inside, in order to help the greater good. The trick is determining when to do what."
"Is being human.always this hard?" Melfina asked softly.
"No, Melfina," Suzuka replied, her eyes becoming haunted. "Many times, it can be much, much worse." She shook her head. "But I have faith that you will make the right decision. You're a smart girl, and you'll figure out the best choice."
* * * * *
It was just after midnight when Aisha head footsteps approaching her room. Her eyes snapped open, and her ears twitched. Already, she was forming a shadow of the person in her mind.
Tall, lean, hesitant.Gene.
A few minutes later, her suspicions were confirmed.
"Aisha. You awake?"
"You forget how sensitive the ears of a Ctarl-Ctarl are, Gene. I heard you coming a mile away."
There was a slight chuckle. "Maybe I should listen to Jim once in a while."
Aisha smiled a bit as she sat up. "I'd ask you to come in, but."
"Maybe I will." There was a slight pause. "Listen, Aisha, I have an idea."
So, ten minutes later, Aisha walked out of the ship, blindfolded, guided only by Gene's hand on her shoulder.
"This should give us plenty of room to.well, roll around." Gene smirked as he reached up to undo the blindfold. Suddenly, Aisha's hands covered his own.
"Gene, wait. Are you sure about this?"
"I hardly ever have a say in the matter when I'm being hunted, Aisha. But to be honest with you, this is one of the few times I look forward to it." He grinned as Aisha did. "Now, you ready?"
Aisha nodded. "And.Gene? Thank you."
Gene took a deep breath, removed the blindfold, and backed away.
Aisha took a deep breath, turned around.and snapped. She only had a moment to take in his black pants, scarred chest, and anxious face before something urged her forward, claws extended.
Gene barely had time to duck as she came in high, her nails just scraping the star tattoo on his shoulder. He rolled and instinctively reached for his gun-remembered that he'd purposely left it in his room-and cursed as Aisha charged back, slamming him to the ground. With a grunt, he flipped her off and ran back into the ship. Over the blood pounding in his ears, he could hear Aisha snarling as she began to catch up.
Hit by sudden inspiration, Gene feinted left and then veered to the right, heading for the bridge. After a quick pause, Aisha was right behind him again. As soon as Gene caught sight of the captain's chair, he stopped and spun around.
Aisha skidded to a stop, bared her teeth and leaped for his throat.
Gene threw himself to the floor in a roll, kicking upward with all his might and silently hoping Aisha would forgive him later.
There was a yelp of surprise and pain just before Aisha landed hard in the captain's chair, scrambling back to all fours in an instant. The kick had enraged her even more, just as he'd planned. She perched on the edge of the chair, as if preparing to leap again.
Gene slowly approached the chair, took a deep breath, and backhanded her hard across the face.
Aisha growled softly as she fell back into the chair. Before she could think of getting up, Gene was on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. She snapped at him, growling a bit louder.
Gene leaned down and pressed his face into her neck, kissing and biting the sensitive flesh.
The growl died in Aisha's throat and was replaced by a loud purring. "Gene," she murmured sleepily, as if just waking up from a pleasant dream. Her eyes fluttered open, then widened in surprise. "Gene?!"
"Just relax, Aisha," he whispered in her ear. "Since you haven't torn my throat out, my plan seems to be working. But to keep it that way, you've got to let me finish what I've started."
Aisha grinned. "Well, get to it!"
Gene chuckled. "Now, what kind of man would I be if I rushed, Aisha? No, we're going to take our time and enjoy this. Slowly."
Aisha pouted. "Slowly? That doesn't sound like much fun."
Gene smiled. "Welcome to Gene Starwind's crash course in Terran Mating Techniques. Lesson 1: Making Out."
"You mean mating?" Aisha asked, looking puzzled.
Gene smirked. "Not just yet."
* * * * *
Jim was almost completely asleep when he heard something that sounded like a very large, loud cat. With a sigh, he considered getting up and telling Aisha that it wasn't fair for her to work out this late at night. But then, recalling how she'd thrown her weights at him the last time he told her she was strong as an ox, he pulled his pillow over his head and tried to get back to sleep.
* * * * *
For someone she'd once considered a big, red idiot, Aisha was discovering that Gene was very skilled in something other than being a huge jerk. For instance, she'd always thought he never paid attention to anything but his own oversized ego. Yet, at the moment, he was obviously paying quite a bit of attention to her breasts, something Aisha had never really done. They couldn't exactly be used as weapons in a fight, so they'd never really been one of her priorities. She was finding out that they were very sensitive when touched (or in this case, kissed) in the right places. Aisha began to realize Gene might use this against her later on, and decided she'd better find some weak spots on him before they were through. That is, if she could just get her brain to form any other coherent thoughts.
Aisha gasped as Gene's lips trailed kisses down her stomach. "And.what do you call that.?"
Gene spared her a glance. "Lesson 2: Foreplay."
"Playing is good," Aisha murmured, closing her eyes.
"But it'll get even better," Gene promised.
A few moments later, Aisha's eyes widened and she sat up. "H-hey! What are you doing down there?!"
Gene smirked. "What do YOU think?"
"I think you've gotten your mating parts mixed up! That was not meant for fingers!" she cried, turning red.
"I wasn't GOING to use my fingers," Gene explained patiently. "I was GOING to use my mouth."
"Y-your.w-what?!" Aisha stammered.
Gene gave her a wicked grin and quickly lowered his head.
Aisha's mouth opened in a soundless scream, and a few seconds later, the sound finally caught up with her.
* * * * *
Suzuka's eyes snapped open at once, but she forced herself to relax just as quickly. She'd heard many screams before, but this wasn't one to worry about, her senses told her. Although, considering who had sreamed, maybe she should've worried. She knew very little about Ctarl-Ctarl preferences in mates, and since this WAS Aisha, she really could've chosen anyone on the ship.other than Suzuka, anyway.
Of course, then she realized only Gene would be so inconsiderate that he'd make no attempt to keep Aisha quiet while he was pleasuring her. Then it all made perfect sense, and within seconds, Suzuka was asleep again, a strange smile on her face.
* * * * *
Aisha slowly opened her eyes. "What.WAS that?"
"I told you, foreplay." Gene chuckled. "Finally, Lesson 3. My favorite."
"What's Lesson 3?"
"Mating: Terran Style."
Aisha's eyes shone with something that might've been anticipation. "About time!"
"I didn't exactly hear you complaining a minute ago."
"Shut up and do it!" Aisha ordered, baring her teeth.
Gene smirked. "Yes, ma'am." He carefully positioned himself over her, then paused. "Hey, wait. Have you ever--?"
He didn't get a chance to finish, because Aisha's hips suddenly jerked upward, capturing him in one smooth motion. She grinned up at him in an almost feral manner.
Gene's eyes grew as big as dinner plates. "I guess so," he gasped, trying regain his composure.
But Aisha didn't plan to wait that long. She yanked Gene's head down to hers and bit into his lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave two tiny marks that any other Ctarl-Ctarl would recognize at once.
Gene pulled back slowly, staring at her with a puzzled look on his face. "What was that?"
Aisha's eyes flashed knowingly. "Nothing much. Just a mark that says you're mine and gives me permission to kill you if you even think about doing this with anyone else."
Gene chuckled. "Guess I really am stuck with you then," he murmured softly, the full implication of her action beginning to sink in. "Hope you know what you're doing, Aisha."
She shrugged, gazing up at him fondly. "You never do, and you seem to make it all right. I figure if a brain-dead Terran can live this way, it should be easy enough for me."
"We'll see who's brain-dead when I'm done with you, lady."
"Gimme your best shot, Starwind!"
* * * * *
Melfina had, surprisingly, gone to sleep without any noticeable trouble. She'd made up her mind. Gene would do whatever it took to make peace with Aisha. Then they could go back to yelling at each other every ten minutes without actually intending any serious bodily harm. Well, at least, Gene wouldn't. Aisha had always been rather vague about how Ctarl-Ctarl dealt with wisecracks, but Melfina got the feeling that Gene was very, very lucky not to have gained any more scars from her.
At any rate, this assurance helped Melfina get some much needed rest. She had no way of knowing, of course, that deciding you're okay with something was very, very different from actually seeing that something the next morning.
* * * * *
Gene woke up slowly, and instantly became reacquainted with all the aches, bruises, and scratches he'd gained the previous night. To say Aisha had been excited was a huge understatement, unless Ctarl-Ctarl excitement always bordered on somewhat painful and was just shy of violent.
And there was some doubt in his mind. Aisha had been so enthusiastic about the whole thing, he wondered if she hadn't planned to do this with him a long time ago. And then there was the fact that she'd nearly torn his face off when he'd tried to pull out of her. Gene couldn't understand why Aisha had been insistent about that part. She'd never mentioned anything about wanting to get pregnant at all, much less by him. Maybe it was part of that ancient Ctarl-Ctarl instinct, or maybe Aisha liked him a whole lot more than she was letting on.
Although, somehow, the sight and feel of Aisha's head tucked under his chin made him forget about his worries. Momentarily, anyway. He couldn't help smiling, even if she couldn't see it. Strength and dominance were two things Ctarl-Ctarl valued over all others. Aisha had never looked more vulnerable, and the fact that she'd given herself to him (although it had been a lot more like forcing herself on him at times) made him feel vastly important. He was still pretty insignificant on a universal scale, but he'd never felt like a bigger man until now.
And then, just when Gene was wondering if he should wake her, there was a gasp behind him. He already knew who it was, but still felt obligated to turn around.
Melfina stood there, white as a sheet, her mouth open in shock. Finally, she managed to collect herself. "I.I'm glad you two.worked things..out." At that point, words failed her, and she fled from the bridge.
Gene sighed and looked back at Aisha, who purred in her sleep and grinned toothily. Maybe, just maybe, losing Melfina was worth it, if he had gained Aisha in the process. It was quite a trade-off, to say the last. But as Gene ran his hand gently through Aisha's soft, gray tresses, he wondered how the others would react.