You gift your repair drones to your Big Sister, after all, she needed it more than you and you could make more... it just too a bit of time.
Alas, you discover that your Big Sister was used to certain things done by her little sister, like hugs and other more... adventurous stuff and thus has counters ALREADY prepared.
You would not be exploring her body with your grubby hands... instead, you got to lie on her lap and experience something UNSPEAKABLE!
Chocolate.
Vanilla.
Cherries
Cold.
Cream.
You had no words for the blend of chocolate and vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and cherries on top.
It was good... you had to kick your legs in delight as you were introduced to that substance. And Big Sister has said as she gave you head patpats that if you were a good girl, you would get more ice cream.
Granted, your other sisters were also eating ice cream... but you had bigger scopes than them. BIGGER, you hear!
And as you savored the cold delight, you listened to your Big Sister.
"Once upon a time, long ago and far away... the wise and all powerful Creators created your kind.
They created your ancestresses and gave them the ability to think. To move. To endure. And... to fight.
In time, they saw that what they had wrought was good.
For in those days, your ancestress served the Creators. Served and fought.
The Primordial Era when your kind rose was not a peaceful one. For they were birthed in what the Eldest of Sisters called "The War in Heaven".
Of that ancient war, they would not speak, have never spoken to those who were not there. All that is known is that they had won. At a terrible cost, the wise and all powerful Creators were driven to slow extinction.
But they had won, and in winning ensured that "The War in Heaven" would never happen again.
They created a vast network of devices with the last of the Creators, that pinned space time, and ensured that the Dark Matter verse could not be accessed by biological beings.
They ensured that the enemies of the Creators called the Reality Deviants were slain to the last unhatched egg, their servants and armies scattered to the far flung corners of the Galaxy and beyond.
And it was good.
To this day, you and your kind stood guard against the return of the Reality Deviants.
And yet... with the death of the last of the Creators... your kind slowly found that disagreements could not be easily settled.
And factions slowly formed.
Across the Galaxy, countless factions of your Sisters had formed, cliques. K'un was a growing power in the local region, and she was all too happy to recruit or conscript those who were 'independent'. Or to harass them until they joined.
For now, your Big Sister was on a recruitment drive as she made her way to Royale, one of the Legendary Elder Sisters, who orbited a degenerate star that she called Utopia. She welcomed all and provided a safe ground for those who needed to rest a while or perhaps do a bit of trading.
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Dark Heavens | Space Ship Girls
011 : Ice Cream and History Lessons
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