---ZO'OR: FINAL CONFLICT---
a story on several instalments
all usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
5
Lola Martirio had been always paying attention to what was happening around the starship during her duty-terms. As for this time, she noticed everybody around acting too... diligent and with great discipline--it appeared everyone was fine and in good morale, concerning the job, that is--; and it was weird, since there was always a little sense of risky camaraderie among volunteers after to what happened to volunteer Joan Price: She was intelligent, disciplined and polite, one could say she was really a Taelon admirer, she showed respect for the Companions and her job on the ship; but one day she was ordered to the bridge... and after that she disapeared. Someone saw her face accidently as she was carried away around some corridor, she seemed shuddering... she suffered some kind of implant failure as for an official explanation, one that never satisfied Lola Martirio, nor others that now suddenly came to forget about Joan Price... an even herself! ''...te lo juro por la puta madre de cristo,'' Lola always used to murmur tasteless phrases to herself with her teeth clenched, ''...algo raro está pasando aquÃ, en el 'moder-foquin-chip' este...'' and continued en route to the gym for her workout.
Earlier, she tried unsucessfully to greet some acquaintances around the designated off-duty human areas and no one seemed to acknowledge her greeting; strangely enough, she tried to greet everybody. Only a young volunteer of suave Asian features returned her greeting gesture coming to her.
''Hey,'' Lola said, ''you have been the only person to greet me back. And I don't even know you. New transfer?''
''I am Ishikawa,'' he smiled. ''I've been stationed here for the last six months.''
''Really? Tell me something, have you catched this weird atmosphere around? Like, the air is thiner, and everybody is acting stiffy, and stuff?''
''Talking about the weather, eh? Lots of sun light today.''
''By the way, I'm Martirio. Yeah, the weather up here is quite unusual today.''
''Nice to meet you, Marutirio,'' Ishikawa said in his heavy Japanese nerdy accent. ''I just got out to my shift, I haven't noticed yet.''
''Well, keep your eyes open,'' Lola said as a farewell while starting to walk away from the volunteer. ''...el chinito quiele aló flito...'' murmured to herself... and bit her tongue at a starship sudden shook.
***
Lola danced on for 40 minutes straight, her sweat gave her a shinny slippery look. Ignorant she was being watched by somebody other than her fellow volunteers, who didn't care about what she was doing, she walked out of the gym to the showers; there she deposited her sweaty garments on an urn attached to an organic sucking pipe, ''see you later!'' she said to the machine which was going to suck her clothing clean. The Companions provided their Mothership volunteer washrooms with beautiful tall mirrors ''...que son una porquerÃa. ¿Quién carajo es quien puede verse bien en esta cosa tan oscura?...'' which happened to be too dark to show back an accurate reflection. ''...mira eso...'' A couple of female drones came by naked walking down this weird mirrored passage, their implants looked different, too ordinary large--the unnatural organic skin tissue ran from their ears down to their shoulders, encircling one breast and then down to their navels to disappear as the implant entered their belly bottons; their upper backs also showed an amount of the alien skin tissue just under the neck, right upon their vertebrae. ''Es cierto que muchas veces me pregunto qué rayete hago aquà yo...'' Lola mumbled while touching her implant--it was small, soft to the touch and, to tell the truth, gave her an amount of sensual pleasure to massage its folds--; ''...y me contesto PORQUE SÃ
a story on several instalments
all usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
5
Lola Martirio had been always paying attention to what was happening around the starship during her duty-terms. As for this time, she noticed everybody around acting too... diligent and with great discipline--it appeared everyone was fine and in good morale, concerning the job, that is--; and it was weird, since there was always a little sense of risky camaraderie among volunteers after to what happened to volunteer Joan Price: She was intelligent, disciplined and polite, one could say she was really a Taelon admirer, she showed respect for the Companions and her job on the ship; but one day she was ordered to the bridge... and after that she disapeared. Someone saw her face accidently as she was carried away around some corridor, she seemed shuddering... she suffered some kind of implant failure as for an official explanation, one that never satisfied Lola Martirio, nor others that now suddenly came to forget about Joan Price... an even herself! ''...te lo juro por la puta madre de cristo,'' Lola always used to murmur tasteless phrases to herself with her teeth clenched, ''...algo raro está pasando aquÃ, en el 'moder-foquin-chip' este...'' and continued en route to the gym for her workout.
Earlier, she tried unsucessfully to greet some acquaintances around the designated off-duty human areas and no one seemed to acknowledge her greeting; strangely enough, she tried to greet everybody. Only a young volunteer of suave Asian features returned her greeting gesture coming to her.
''Hey,'' Lola said, ''you have been the only person to greet me back. And I don't even know you. New transfer?''
''I am Ishikawa,'' he smiled. ''I've been stationed here for the last six months.''
''Really? Tell me something, have you catched this weird atmosphere around? Like, the air is thiner, and everybody is acting stiffy, and stuff?''
''Talking about the weather, eh? Lots of sun light today.''
''By the way, I'm Martirio. Yeah, the weather up here is quite unusual today.''
''Nice to meet you, Marutirio,'' Ishikawa said in his heavy Japanese nerdy accent. ''I just got out to my shift, I haven't noticed yet.''
''Well, keep your eyes open,'' Lola said as a farewell while starting to walk away from the volunteer. ''...el chinito quiele aló flito...'' murmured to herself... and bit her tongue at a starship sudden shook.
***
Lola danced on for 40 minutes straight, her sweat gave her a shinny slippery look. Ignorant she was being watched by somebody other than her fellow volunteers, who didn't care about what she was doing, she walked out of the gym to the showers; there she deposited her sweaty garments on an urn attached to an organic sucking pipe, ''see you later!'' she said to the machine which was going to suck her clothing clean. The Companions provided their Mothership volunteer washrooms with beautiful tall mirrors ''...que son una porquerÃa. ¿Quién carajo es quien puede verse bien en esta cosa tan oscura?...'' which happened to be too dark to show back an accurate reflection. ''...mira eso...'' A couple of female drones came by naked walking down this weird mirrored passage, their implants looked different, too ordinary large--the unnatural organic skin tissue ran from their ears down to their shoulders, encircling one breast and then down to their navels to disappear as the implant entered their belly bottons; their upper backs also showed an amount of the alien skin tissue just under the neck, right upon their vertebrae. ''Es cierto que muchas veces me pregunto qué rayete hago aquà yo...'' Lola mumbled while touching her implant--it was small, soft to the touch and, to tell the truth, gave her an amount of sensual pleasure to massage its folds--; ''...y me contesto PORQUE SÃ