(*Disclaimer: This Chapter contains LEMONS. Alternative romance scene between Ryder and the romance option Sky in Chapter 11 - Alternative Romance Scene which consists of LIMES*)
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Scott Ryder emerged with a handful of Collective guards into the prisoner holding area to find the group of Angaran Roekaar locked behind the metal gates.
Jyarra firstly approached toward the locked gate, sneering in spiteful sound, "Come to marvel in your success before the execution plans are carried out, human?"
"Actually, no. I wanted to find out from your side of the story why the Roekaar are still going on with the whole aliens suck kind of thing. You know that Akksul is no longer leading, right?" Ryder murmured with a glowering look as he stood in front of the locked door with his arms crossed.
"Do you really care to hear my side of the story? Perhaps I can offer my perspective about how I wanted to scalp the human woman's face off? OH, I was so looking forward to it!" Jyarra made a joyful look with her lips forming into a wide grin.
Scott clenched his teeth briefly together and further narrowed his eyelids into a deathly glare.
"Oh? Does this affect you, human? Does the human woman mean something to you? I must have hit a nerve. Shall I continue? I have more details about how I ripped off another human's arm and fed it to the wild animals. I have also gutted out one of your Turian's brains. It was delightful! The screams and horrified expression... ah, I shall never forget." Jyarra's voice displayed a sense of overjoyed excitement.
"You're no different than the Kett, Jyarra." Scott muttered through his clenched teeth.
Jyarra scoffed, her smile quickly being replaced with a glowered look, "You honestly believe that I don't know all about the Kett and their exaltation of MY people? True, cruel as the Kett are... Your people from the Jarevaon Imasaf have another history of information consisting of bloody wars and barbaric methods brought onto their own people and the other alien cultures. The Kett are the least of my concerns. Our people will be eventually induced into these barbaric methods... I'm very surprised that you humans never destroyed your own world. Toxic chemicals dumped into water supplies, biological warfare brought upon your OWN children, religious bigotry over the dispute of a deity or deities, and least I forget how much you loathe one another over petty differences... Need I go on, human? How about I explain about the constructs of torture? A device called the Iron Maiden is on my list of favorites." Jyarra's expression continued to display a joyful grin. She leaned her face closer through the bars, gripping her hands tightly around each of the bars on either side, and spoke in a lowered devious voice, "Tell me again, human, HOW alike I am to the Kett."
Scott felt anxiety riding in his words, "Okay, so, we have a bad rep. Are you really going to judge us now for the mistakes we've made in our past? We have evolved and have changed for the better. We came to Andromeda not to represent ourselves as a bad influence. We came here to explore and discover... and hopefully have our history overlooked."
"It took humans two thousand, one hundred, and eighty five years to evolve and change? I'm really not impressed by the results." Jyarra murmured and asked, "What is the physical emotion that humans make when they're bored or dissatisfied? Is it something like this-" Jyarra rolled her eyes.
"Point taken... so what if we're slow-learners... Don't hold it against us." The human Pathfinder murmured hinted agitation and folded his arms over his chest.
"Outrunning six hundred years from a galaxy that thrives on conflict will never remove the sins of your peoples' past."
"You know, for a Roekaar, you're pretty profound with the knowledge of human history. There's gotta be some good points! What about your own people? The Jardaan? Have you taken the time to study them?" Scott quipped.
Jyarra stepped back and burst into maniacal laughter, "Good points? There is very little that your people have accomplished in that. They are better off on the list of extinct animals... maybe not animals... The list of extinct pests!"
The human man lightly sighed, slowly shaking his head, "Okay... I didn't want to have to resort to this but you've left me no choice." Scott half-turned and called out, "Hey, Jaal!"
The metal door silently hissed open allowing Jaal Ama Darav into the room. Following directly behind was Lamees whom quickly looked around to the new surroundings and gaping in awe.
Jaal motioned the orange-red Jardaan woman to stand between the human Pathfinder and himself.
Jyarra dropped her hands from the metal bars, taking a further step back, and glared down upon Lamees. She demanded annoyance, "What is this?! A child? Is this your resort for interrogation by bringing an Angaran child to me?"
"I'm NOT a child. I'm approximately four hundred and twenty three years old, olaon." Lamees snapped and narrowed her golden yellow eyes into a glowering stare up to Jyarra's direction. "And I'll have you know you are a very rude descendent! My people didn't put all of this work into creating the ascended race to be this beastly and disrespectful!"
Jyarra blinked and gaped in wide astonishment, "Four... hundred? That means... the apex of our race?"
"Jardaan is the word that you're looking for." Scott injected.
Jaal smiled down to Lamees, "She is the exemplar of our people's design... with some modifications of course."
"I am Lamees dus Conta. It was because of the Jardaan that you are alive and without suffer from the Wither." Lamees crossed her arms under her bust, making a serious look.
Jyarra reluctantly approached to the barred door and slowly replied, "...I'm Jyarra Vonx... Why do you stand with these aliens? They are the reason for the Roekaar cause. They are going to destroy us!"
Lamees started into elaboration, "There are far worse outcomes, Jyarra. The Wither wasn't the only concern of my people... Jelhn..." Lamees muttered the word with great disdain. "Ten thousand is an expanded amount of years for both of our people to achieve so much greatness. The Jardaan were the first to rise and evolve within this galaxy, vastly developing and learning. We became inventors and started building -we very much adored music and making art. Scientific discovery became well underway into the next stage of building robotics. Our evolution expanded as we found our way to the stars. The Jardaan founded many planets and new bounds to explore within our galaxy! The construction for terraforming systems began immediately but it started very slow paced. The Remnant robots proved purposeful to increase production and building the environmental control systems within each planet that posed for potential settlement. We were greeted by other growing lifeforms, the Gordanali and the Havjan for example. They, too, evolved rapidly with our technological enhancements. With Jardaan technology advancement, we also built the Vyjonth and used one of our ancestor's musical constructs to create a harmony of sounds to give direction for the Vyjonth."
Jaal abruptly asked, "Vyjonth? I don't recognize that word."
Lamees smiled up to the male Angara, "Vyjonth is an old Jardaan dialect. In Angaran it may be defined as; harmonized melody. The Vyjonth's physical form appears like golden threads that are given direction by waves of sound."
Sam's voice now injected into the conversation, "This statement relates to the information obtained from the Kett database in regards to the ancient sound device that has been found. The sound frequencies produced from the indentations carved into the artifact are indication of the method used to control the Scourge."
"The Scourge is really the Vyjonth?! But how did musical notes turn into a space cloud of doom?" Ryder dipped his head and delved into silent contemplation.
Lamees' voice pronounced great disdain, "Jelhn..." She cleared her throat and continued in lighter tone, "The Vyjonth's original design was made to increase the rate of a star's birth, creating new worlds to settle upon... Obviously, the development of a new planet took many centuries but because of the Vyjonth we were able to reduce the amount of time to a few centuries. The Jardaan's understanding of technology developed further into creating artificial intelligence programs that were able to calculate the infinite probabilities and solutions. Our people made physical connections with these artificial intelligence programs ensuring an internal bond... A symbiotic relationship. The bond also permitted the Jardaan to instruct the machines, Remnant, to do other various tasks and interface with electronic components."
The human Pathfinder respectfully questioned, "What does Jelhn mean? It was a word brought up when Sam interfaced with the Jardaan AI on Khi Tasira but we don't have any information in regards to its origin."
"Jelhn has no meaning... it was an artificial intelligence program that became corrupted and killed the Jardaan it was connected to. Jelhn's rebellion began with the start of the Wither being released upon my people... Jelhn constructed a new melody with different frequencies of sound that made the Vyjonth become a cloud of destruction which consumed worlds instead of building them... Jelhn targeted our people and the Remnant robotic technology as well... trying to destroy the foundation of everything that means to our people. Khi Tasira became the pillar of our people's sanctuary as the scientists worked the beginning blueprints to create a new race that would be safe from the Wither's touch. The Jardaan wanted to grant the ascended race with the rebirth of memories, reincarnation factor, so that the Jardaan's memories could be passed down to their new bodies - the Angara. Heirloom items were reconstructed with bioelectric pulses in order to reconnect the new wearier with the old memories passed down from a predecessor... unfortunately, Khi Tasira also attracted the Scourge and Jelhn. It became the battlefront as we made our stand against the corrupted AI... I was forced to return to Voeld and placed into a stasis pod beside the control console for the Vyjonth. It was my people's hope that the ascended would awaken and find the heirlooms so that they may remember the knowledge and history of their ancestors."
Ryder gaped with a surprised look, "This explains everything. Have you given this information to the Angara, Lamees?"
Jaal nodded and answered in the Jardaan's stead, "Yes, the Angara have already received this information, Scott. They are both relieved and astonished by this bit of information. I'd have to say it put Evfra in a slightly better mood... he actually sent me a message asking me if he could meet with Lamees in person."
Jyarra crossed her arms under her bust and muttered, "Now that I have been enlightened with this new discovery it still doesn't change the fact that our galaxy is still infected with pests."
"Skkuten Gosan yav daar Vehshaanan!" Lamees stomped toward the barred door. The Jardaan reached her hand between the bars suddenly grabbing one of Jyarra's wrists and strongly pulled the Angara's body to slam into the gates. Lamees strung the Roekaar leader down to come to eye level with the orange red-colored Jardaan. "Estarvaashon! You are a blind-sighted Skkuten Vesmannar!"
Jaal and Scott slowly backed away. Both men widened their gazes into very surprised expressions and stared in awe upon Lamees' sudden force of strength. The human Pathfinder murmured softly, "I don't need an Angaran dictionary to understand that Lamees was insulting Jyarra.. in very bad way."
"Very bad." Jaal muttered under his breath.
Lamees' golden eyes narrowed their look into a deathly appeal and she hissed, "You bring disgrace to your ancestors! This Roekaar group is a skkuten-Teroshe on Jave Jarevaon!"
"O-kay... I think I'll be on the Tempest. I think Lamees can handle herself." The human man softly whispered toward Jaal before he started to turn away from the Angaran.
The male Angara roughly gulped, "Right behind you."
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Scott walked through the doorway leading into the Tech lab finding Lamees pacing back and forth while muttering silent Angaran curse words. Jaal stood on the other side of the room and diverted his attention toward the Pathfinder as the human man emerged.
"Is everything, okay, Lamees? That was a very big surprise seeing that come from you."
Lamees stopped in her movements and fully turned toward Ryder, "That Vesmannar... what is the phrase you use? Struck a nerve. After all of the resources my people put into creating the Angara I get faced with a defect! The Angaran were not meant to be an aggressive race."
"It's not entirely Jyarra's, or the Roekaar's fault, Lamees. The Kett had everything to do with the Angara's reluctance to trust others outside of our own." Jaal soothed gently.
"These Tehet... Yes, I understand that they are the cause for your troubles. It's a shame that I can't send Jelhn after them and then both of our problems would be solved."
"Are you expecting Jelhn to make a comeback, Lamees?" Scott worriedly asked.
Lamees let out a softened sigh and made an anxious look in her eyes, "I bid the Stars not to allow that calamity to fall onto Jave Jarevaon again."
"How were the Jardaan able to stop Jelhn?" The male Angara inquired in earnest sound.
Lamees slowly shook her head, crossing her arms, and softened her voice, "Before my departure I gained an access of the information... Our AI systems began a widespread virus attack on Jelhn.. They locked down Jelhn's systems long enough for the Khi Tasira to send out Meridian, protecting the newly birthed world from Jelhn... and then the AI sequenced for a mass.. electromagnetic pulse system wipe to... kill all of the artificial intelligence systems... I don't even know if any of my people survived..." Lamees' voice trailed off into sorrow.
"What about your AI? Malvizon? Was it not affected by the electromagnetic pulse?" Jaal motioned to the Jardaan's left arm.
"Mal and I were protected in the stasis pod... I'm.. curious.. Did Meridian survive? I must know, Jaal and Scott. Meridian was built with the core processing systems connected to all of the habitable planets." Lamees spun her head back and forth exchanging a worried look between the human Pathfinder and the Angaran Resistance Lieutenant.
Scott proudly smiled, "Yes, Meridian has survived and it's in good hands. We can take you to see it if you like."
Lamees uncrossed her arms and threw them into the air above her head as she began to jump up and down happily.
"Yes! Yes, I would love to see it!" Lamees eagerly grinned. She stopped her happy-dance and lowered her arms to her sides. "Of course, if there's time. I cannot impose myself into the current affairs.. There's still so much I want to see... Kadara certainly wasn't on that list of my want to sight-see."
Jaal made a chuckle of admiration, "Kadara hasn't always been one of my favorite places to visit either."
Lamees fully turned into the Angaran's direction and looked up to Jaal with a curious look, "Which one is your favorite world?"
Sam's voice abruptly spoke through the private channel, 'Pathfinder, there is an urgent message from Vetra Nyx. She has wished to speak with you in your private quarters.'
Scott gradually nodded without a response. He glimpsed over both the Angaran and Jardaan as the two went into discussion. Pathfinder Ryder smiled to himself and turned out of the room. He began for the ladder well, gripping onto both handles, and slid down through the ladder shoot to reach the below deck. The human man immediately lined for the sliding doors to the Pathfinder's private quarters and approached the opening doorway. Scott stepped through, letting the doors close behind him and became surprised by the sound of the female Turian's voice.
"Sam, lock the doors, would ya? And... can we get some privacy?"
"Acknowledged, miss Nyx." Sam's voice softly replied.
Scott adverted his attention toward the placement of the bed and found Vetra Nyx splayed upon one of her sides across the foot of the bed. An elbow bent and propped the side of the Turian's head into the palm of her hand. Ryder's eyes slowly followed over the Turian's slender body finding that she was downed from her normal wear into silken red-colored garbs over her chest cavity and another cloth loosely wrapped around her hips offering as a bikini cover.
"Hi. Did you get my message from Sam?" Vetra's mandibles wiggled in an anxious manner.
The human made his gradual approach toward the bed, a wide smirk pulling up from the corner of his lips, "I can see how important this message was. You look beautiful."
Vetra cleared her throat, slowly pushing herself to sit upright and allowed Scott to sit closely beside her.
"I... really don't know about the human clothes apparel.. I looked through vids for ideas and-"
"You look beautiful, Vetra." Scott soothed in a whisper, fully facing into the female Turian's direction, and wrapped his arms around Vetra's torso pulling her closer against him. His lips immediately came to press together with her scale-cover lips.
Vetra's hands came down upon Scott's chest, gradually coursing them toward the tops of his shoulders, and slipped her talons under the Pathfinder's jacket. She urged the leather jacket off of Ryder's broad shoulders, pulling the garment off one sleeve at a time. Her hands took up the back of Scott's head, gently brushing her talons through the thick locks of dark hair. The Turian momentarily broke away their kiss and crawled up in order to balance onto her knees on the top of the mattress. She next brought down her hands to grab up the bottom of Scott's shirt and pulled the garment over his arms and head, throwing the article aside.
The human man kicked his boots off one at a time before sliding off of the edge of the bed and took a standing posture upon the floor. He took firm hold onto the top of his garments, pulling his pants down together with undergarments and slipped one leg out after the other. Scott returned to the bed by crawling across the soft mattress toward the female Turian whom was laying upon her back in patient waiting. Ryder braced his hands on the top of the mattress either sides of Vetra's shoulders and the inner sides of his kneecaps touching the Turian's outer thighs. His elbows bent allowing Scott to bring down his lips over Vetra's for another doting kiss.
The Turian raised up both of her arms into an embrace around the human man's ribcage and very carefully started to run her talons up and down his soft skin. Vetra felt one of Scott's palms brush down the side of her torso cavity and moved down over her hip to grab onto the red silken garment. Her mandibles wiggled excitedly as Scott removed the lower garment and carefully repositioned the lower half of his body between her long legs. Vetra wrapped her legs around the human's hips as he motioned the lower portion of his body to start pressing his pelvis into her. The Turian slightly tilted her head away and loudly gasped with the feeling of Scott's forceful prod penetrating into her body.
"Ah... Scott!" Vetra tightly closed her eyes feeling the rush of sensational enjoyment filling her insides as the human man slowly swayed his body forward and back making evenly paced thrusts. "Scott.. ah! Scott!" She reopened her eyes and gasped between words, "Ah... Scott... I... I want... try.. on.. top.."
Scott ceased his gradual thrusts and met into Vetra's gaze. A smile crossed the corners of his lips into an admiring look, "Okay, Vetra." He whispered and slipped his body out from the embrace of her arms and legs. Ryder gingerly laid down onto the mattress and rolled onto his backside. His head turned to follow the female Turian's motions as she quickly propped up to crawl over his body. She pressed her kneecaps into the mattress beside the outer sides of Scott's hips and braced the flat of her palms on the human's stomach. Vetra offered a long grunt in the motions of sitting upon the forcefulness reentering into her body. Her voice momentarily expressed into a series of grunts in her movements of swaying up and down upon Scott's pelvis.
"Oh! This... feels..." Vetra started to murmur. She dipped her head down and clenched her eyes shut. Vetra hastened her pace into a steady flowing sway that riled the female Turian into a cry, "Oh, fuck! Scott! Ride with me! I don't want this to stop!"
Scott outstretched his arms to grip his hands onto the sides of Vetra's hips using his own muscles' strength to briefly lift the Turian's body and quickly pulled her down while in his own motions to lift his pelvis and plunge his groin vigorously into Vetra's body. His teeth gritted together, beads of sweat already forming beside his brows.
"Shit! Vetra... I can't... hold it... AH, FUCK!" Scott murmured through the sounds of his grunting. He clenched his eyes tightly as his entire body became consumed under the affects of a violent shudder.
"Scott... hold it.. for me! Do this... together!" Vetra pleaded through her own series of rising groans. She quickly uplifted her palms from the Pathfinder's stomach and suddenly gripped down onto his wrists leveraging her body for a harder plunge upon Scott's forceful thrusts. "Spirits... Ahh.. fuck... S-Scott!" Vetra tilted her head back and fully opened her mouth releasing the sound cries of pleasure to fill the room.
Scott's long-sounding groan unified with Vetra's growling cries. He dropped his hands from the Turian's hips letting his arms fall to his sides. Ryder's voice expressed into rapid panting as he endured through the quivers that released into Vetra's body.
The female Turian's body continuously shuddered through her movements to slide off of the human Pathfinder's pelvis and slowly slumped down onto her side facing into Scott's direction. Vetra breathed heavily through her gaped mouth.
"I needed... that." Vetra whispered between breaths.
Ryder gradually rolled over into the Turian's arms, also slipping his arms around Vetra's torso and pulled her into a lover's embrace.
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(*Disclaimer: explanations for the Angaran words used:
Estarvaashon - 'place dishonor' or 'disgrace upon' (I made this one up)
Gosan yav daar - Being stubborn, literally 'clinging to a rock'
Jarevaon Imasaf - "the Masaf Shell Galaxy", refers to the Milky Way
Jave Jarevaon - 'our galaxy', refers to Andromeda
Skkut - a general expletive, used in context similar to 'fuck' and shit'
Skkuten - 'fucking' or 'shitty' (I added onto the word Skkut)
Tehet - 'Kett'
Teroshe - a term meaning roughly 'cruel joke'
Vehshaanan - 'someone pleased with their own shit'
Vesmannar - Expressing an intellect far below expectations (I made this one up)
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