Hal Jordan had gone to deal with matters on his home-planet, Kilowog was elsewhere on Oa, and Razer…well…no one knew Razer's exact location, but she decided to assume he was staying out of trouble.

After running one last scan of the Interceptor, Aya found that fortunately, there was no one else on the ship with her. It was not that she did not enjoy the company of her friends, but in this moment, she felt the need to be in complete solitude.

As a precaution, she kept the entrance locked, and moved to the small washroom located near the sleeping quarters on the ship to avoid being seen through the front windows.

Aya pressed along the edges of her helmet, once again letting her dark green hair flow free. She could have just as easily sent a command to the small robots that composed of her armor to undress herself, but she decided if in the case of a future romantic partner interested in sexual activity with her and they were not present on the Interceptor, she should attempt to at least obtain knowledge how to strip herself of it via the pressure points Drusa placed on them.

This was the first time she got to see how she appeared, fully undressed. With a hint of shyness, she put her arms behind her back, and took a moment to study herself. As callous and sadistic of a person Drusa was, even she had to admit that her handiwork was of exceptional quality.

Aya began to wonder: out of everything she could have done to her, be it upgrade her weapon systems for military purposes, or perhaps reduce her to her mere personal servant, why make her a sexually capable robot? She sighed. It was not like she could ask her. The last time she saw her, she was being loaded into a body bag when the Green Lanterns were checking for any fallen bodies during the battle: both Green Lantern and Red Lantern alike. When they had returned to the Interceptor after the battle, they had found her dead near the front control panel. It appears the Red Energy stopped her heart within a matter of seconds, giving her a quick, yet painful death. The Guardians simply considered her another mere casualty, and buried her with an unmarked grave in a fairly remote area, along with the other unidentified deceased from the battle without any fuss.

Aya knew that she too should not dwell on what had happened the night before, as there was no logical reason to fixate on something that had miniscule chances of significantly affecting her future. However, it seemed no matter how hard she tried, she could not stop replaying the memory repeatedly to herself: the way Drusa caressed her...and made her feel a way no one else has before...

After a pause, hands trembling slightly, she played with the edges of the nipples, watching them become erect at her touch. Moaning softly, she stroked her two fingers up, down, and around the rest of her chest, slowly engaging the rest of her hands in the motion.

A "pulling" feeling in genitals became noticeably strong. She noted her slightly hardened clit and the slight moisture in her vulva. Her arousal levels increased as she rubbed her fingers up and down the slit, slowly teasing the sensitive area. When she decided she had enough, she slowly worked two of her fingers through her opening, and fingered the upper wall, just as Drusa had done to her. It was nice, but it was more difficult to accomplish by herself.

Looking over, she had noticed one of her discarded gauntlets lying on the floor. She could not help but wonder...

Wordlessly commanding it over to her, she sat on the floor, widening her legs, and let its tiny spider-like appendages take care of the movement for her. A groan escaping her lightly clenched teeth, she ordered the other one over, and let it fondle her clit in small, circular motions. Whining and vocalizing loudly as she ground her hips against the gauntlets, she was thankful there was no one within a close enough proximity of the ship to hear her.

She was not fond of Drusa. She still was not, even after their passionate affair. And she did not miss her, either. If anything, she was relieved she was gone. However, that did not stop her from fantasizing about the elven's strong, thin hands all over her; knowing her programming inside and out and leaving her desiring more.

Then she took a moment to force herself to stop. Her humanoid body had a forty-seven percent increase in heat, and there was a tingling sensation in her hips. This time, it seemed she had a warning of her oncoming orgasm, the sign she needed to keep note of when she was close.

Increasing the speed and pressure of the armor bits clinging to her lower body, moving faster in anticipation of her slow-coming climax covering her body. As she finally reached her finishing point, Aya let out a groan just below a scream, the sight of her ship body's reaction to the sensations making it all the more intense.

Sighing, she leaned against the wall. Energy levels were decreasing quickly, and her humanoid body would have to undergo a maintenance update. Her lips slightly curling at the relaxation that ran through her limbs, she decided it was worth it.

Aya also decided Drusa was not worth fretting over. Neither of them truly cared for each other. Even if they did, no further interactions could be established, due to her death. The way she saw it, all Drusa had really done was make her one step closer to being fully functional and anatomically correct, in order to understand organic beings better. So in conclusion, the "joke was on her" as her friends would say.

Closing her eyes, she let the energy of her humanoid body fade into the ship, the armor neatly putting itself away in a hidden storage compartment. She still did not know what to think or feel about the events that had occurred over the past couple of days, but if it were any conclusion she were to come to...she had a reason to be glad she and Drusa met after all.