As the Maru landed with a slight bump, Harper stood and with a rakish grin
turned, "This is your pilot speaking. We have just landed on the lovely
Soku. Please keep your hands, bone blades, tails, and arms inside the ship
until it comes to a full and complete stop. Thank you for flying Seamus
Harper Air."
With a start, Beka came out of her reverie as she felt the cool air on her neck when Tyr removed his hands. Standing, Dylan gestured to the airlock.
"Shall we?"
"Just one moment," Beka responded, "this time, I'm going to be prepared. I have no intention of repeating a incident like our last visit to a planet." With that, Beka stood and placing her foot on the seat next to Tyr's, quickly pulled up the long skirt of her dress.
Tyr, who had reluctantly taken his hands away from Beka when the Maru landed, could feel his blood rush through his body as he looked over at the exposed skin of Beka's inner thigh. It was smooth and white, like marble. Silk, he corrected himself. The skin looked as smooth as silk. His eyes moved slowly up her body, across her chest, and up her neck to her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With every fiber of his being he ached to be near her, and at this moment, the ache was threatening to tear him apart.
Quickly strapping the gun to her thigh, Beka could feel Tyr's eyes on her. For a brief moment she entertained the idea that he was interested in her bare skin but swiftly squashed those thoughts before they ran away with her. 'He probably just likes my gun.' She thought.
Ripping his eyes from Beka, Tyr stood as she put her foot back down, and the skirt of her dress fell to conceal the weapon strapped to her.
"Dylan," Trance called, "the chancellor has just contacted us. He wants to know if everything is alright."
"Tell him that we'll be right out Trance. If you're ready that is Captain Valentine?"
"Of course my dear Captain Hunt," she said smiling, "lets not keep the Soku waiting." She walked over to the command console and opened the door of the airlock. Dylan and Rommie led the way down the ramp with Tyr, Trance, Beka, and Harper behind them, and towards the waiting Soku.
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Sitting on a small bench in the ornamental gardens of the Soku capital, Beka surveyed the reception. For once the speeches hadn't been completely mind numbing. Short and to the point. 'Glad you could come, we want to be your friends.' 'Thanks for inviting us, we want to be your friends too.' Now everyone was just milling around. The people here were fascinating. The most interesting so far was the half-Perseid, half- Nietzschean minister of education who had given a short overview of the planets history to their group. A Nietzschean and a Perseid, who would have thought? She had been quite something, the bluish skin and elongated chin of a Perseid, but with bone blades. Thinking of bone blades, Beka hadn't seen Tyr since the speeches had ended and the party started.
Looking across the lawn, Beka noticed Dylan, Rommie and Trance talking to two men. One of them was the High Chancellor Dominic Lazarus, but she couldn't tell who the other was. Breaking away from them, Trance quickly made her way over to Beka's seat.
"Hi Beka," she said happily, "having fun."
"Just enjoying the view." She answered, "have you seen Tyr around?"
"Yeah, he's over there under the gazebo talking to some really old lady. Why?"
"I was only wondering. I wouldn't want him to get into any trouble. And you know with all the 'aberrations' around here I wouldn't want him offending anyone." The bitterness in Beka's voice was evident.
"Why do you do that Beka?" Trance asked softly.
"Do what?" Beka responded sharply, bristling under Trance's gaze, "I'm not doing anything."
"O.k." Trance sighed, "I will continue not to say anything about how you feel abou-"
"I really should go and see if Dylan needs me." Beka interrupted.
"Yes," Trance said, sighing again, "you probably should."
With that Beka rose, and moved quickly across the lawn towards Dylan and the group he was standing with. Trance watched her leave with a slight frown. A frown that only deepened when she looked over and saw Tyr's eyes following Beka too.
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"Ah, Beka, here you are." Dylan said as she approached. Andromeda and the two men turned as he spoke. "You've already been introduced to High Chancellor Lazarus." He said gesturing to the older man.
"High Chancellor." Beka said, inclining her head.
"Please," he said, "we're going to be friends. Call me Dominic."
"Dominic then," she said, nodding her head again smiling.
"And this," said Rommie, "is Darius Akbari, Minister of Culture."
"Minister." Another nod.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Captain Valentine. I have heard much about you from Captain Hunt."
"None of it good, I'm sure." She said, really looking at him for the first time. He was taller than she was, but not by too much, and his hair was long and glossy black, tied back in a half ponytail.
"Quite the contrary actually," he murmured holding out his hand. "Quite the contrary." He repeated as she took his in her own and shook it. Looking into her blue eyes with his black ones, he smiled. Beka could not help but smile back. Minister Akbari was a handsome man, and his gaze was direct and sensual. Releasing her hand he smiled again. "If you will all excuse me, I see an old friend of mine."
"Of course Darius, don't let us keep you." The High Chancellor said. Turning back to Dylan and Rommie, he began explaining the early economic development of the planet.
Turning to fully face Beka, Darius Akbari took a slight step closer to her. "Again, Captain, it was my pleasure to meet you." His voice was soft and deep. "I hope to enjoy your company on many more occasions."
Beka thought his phrase was a little odd, but then again, she didn't know much about Soku protocols. Darius raised his left hand in what Beka had come to realize was the traditional Soku greeting and farewell. 'Kinda like one of Harper's hi-fives' she thought with amusement, 'only lower, over the chest.' She raised her own hand to repeat the salute, and when she did, Darius gently pressed his hand against her own. Beka was a little nervous. She hadn't seen the others exchanging the greeting touch and she didn't know what to do.
"Until we speak again." He said softly, just above a whisper. Gently, he then traced his fingertips down her fingers and over the palm of her hand. He raised his eyes from their touching hands and inclined his head, then slowly turned away.
Beka quickly walked back to her seat on the bench and simply stared ahead, her body heated, her pulse pounding, and her head a mass of confusion.
(This is a Tyr/Beka story, don't worry I know what I'm doing)
Feedback is greatly appreciated, so please read&review.
With a start, Beka came out of her reverie as she felt the cool air on her neck when Tyr removed his hands. Standing, Dylan gestured to the airlock.
"Shall we?"
"Just one moment," Beka responded, "this time, I'm going to be prepared. I have no intention of repeating a incident like our last visit to a planet." With that, Beka stood and placing her foot on the seat next to Tyr's, quickly pulled up the long skirt of her dress.
Tyr, who had reluctantly taken his hands away from Beka when the Maru landed, could feel his blood rush through his body as he looked over at the exposed skin of Beka's inner thigh. It was smooth and white, like marble. Silk, he corrected himself. The skin looked as smooth as silk. His eyes moved slowly up her body, across her chest, and up her neck to her face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With every fiber of his being he ached to be near her, and at this moment, the ache was threatening to tear him apart.
Quickly strapping the gun to her thigh, Beka could feel Tyr's eyes on her. For a brief moment she entertained the idea that he was interested in her bare skin but swiftly squashed those thoughts before they ran away with her. 'He probably just likes my gun.' She thought.
Ripping his eyes from Beka, Tyr stood as she put her foot back down, and the skirt of her dress fell to conceal the weapon strapped to her.
"Dylan," Trance called, "the chancellor has just contacted us. He wants to know if everything is alright."
"Tell him that we'll be right out Trance. If you're ready that is Captain Valentine?"
"Of course my dear Captain Hunt," she said smiling, "lets not keep the Soku waiting." She walked over to the command console and opened the door of the airlock. Dylan and Rommie led the way down the ramp with Tyr, Trance, Beka, and Harper behind them, and towards the waiting Soku.
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Sitting on a small bench in the ornamental gardens of the Soku capital, Beka surveyed the reception. For once the speeches hadn't been completely mind numbing. Short and to the point. 'Glad you could come, we want to be your friends.' 'Thanks for inviting us, we want to be your friends too.' Now everyone was just milling around. The people here were fascinating. The most interesting so far was the half-Perseid, half- Nietzschean minister of education who had given a short overview of the planets history to their group. A Nietzschean and a Perseid, who would have thought? She had been quite something, the bluish skin and elongated chin of a Perseid, but with bone blades. Thinking of bone blades, Beka hadn't seen Tyr since the speeches had ended and the party started.
Looking across the lawn, Beka noticed Dylan, Rommie and Trance talking to two men. One of them was the High Chancellor Dominic Lazarus, but she couldn't tell who the other was. Breaking away from them, Trance quickly made her way over to Beka's seat.
"Hi Beka," she said happily, "having fun."
"Just enjoying the view." She answered, "have you seen Tyr around?"
"Yeah, he's over there under the gazebo talking to some really old lady. Why?"
"I was only wondering. I wouldn't want him to get into any trouble. And you know with all the 'aberrations' around here I wouldn't want him offending anyone." The bitterness in Beka's voice was evident.
"Why do you do that Beka?" Trance asked softly.
"Do what?" Beka responded sharply, bristling under Trance's gaze, "I'm not doing anything."
"O.k." Trance sighed, "I will continue not to say anything about how you feel abou-"
"I really should go and see if Dylan needs me." Beka interrupted.
"Yes," Trance said, sighing again, "you probably should."
With that Beka rose, and moved quickly across the lawn towards Dylan and the group he was standing with. Trance watched her leave with a slight frown. A frown that only deepened when she looked over and saw Tyr's eyes following Beka too.
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"Ah, Beka, here you are." Dylan said as she approached. Andromeda and the two men turned as he spoke. "You've already been introduced to High Chancellor Lazarus." He said gesturing to the older man.
"High Chancellor." Beka said, inclining her head.
"Please," he said, "we're going to be friends. Call me Dominic."
"Dominic then," she said, nodding her head again smiling.
"And this," said Rommie, "is Darius Akbari, Minister of Culture."
"Minister." Another nod.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Captain Valentine. I have heard much about you from Captain Hunt."
"None of it good, I'm sure." She said, really looking at him for the first time. He was taller than she was, but not by too much, and his hair was long and glossy black, tied back in a half ponytail.
"Quite the contrary actually," he murmured holding out his hand. "Quite the contrary." He repeated as she took his in her own and shook it. Looking into her blue eyes with his black ones, he smiled. Beka could not help but smile back. Minister Akbari was a handsome man, and his gaze was direct and sensual. Releasing her hand he smiled again. "If you will all excuse me, I see an old friend of mine."
"Of course Darius, don't let us keep you." The High Chancellor said. Turning back to Dylan and Rommie, he began explaining the early economic development of the planet.
Turning to fully face Beka, Darius Akbari took a slight step closer to her. "Again, Captain, it was my pleasure to meet you." His voice was soft and deep. "I hope to enjoy your company on many more occasions."
Beka thought his phrase was a little odd, but then again, she didn't know much about Soku protocols. Darius raised his left hand in what Beka had come to realize was the traditional Soku greeting and farewell. 'Kinda like one of Harper's hi-fives' she thought with amusement, 'only lower, over the chest.' She raised her own hand to repeat the salute, and when she did, Darius gently pressed his hand against her own. Beka was a little nervous. She hadn't seen the others exchanging the greeting touch and she didn't know what to do.
"Until we speak again." He said softly, just above a whisper. Gently, he then traced his fingertips down her fingers and over the palm of her hand. He raised his eyes from their touching hands and inclined his head, then slowly turned away.
Beka quickly walked back to her seat on the bench and simply stared ahead, her body heated, her pulse pounding, and her head a mass of confusion.
(This is a Tyr/Beka story, don't worry I know what I'm doing)
Feedback is greatly appreciated, so please read&review.