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Into the Darkness


    Atrix sat on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest and her fingers nervously gripping her tail. Her head felt a little heavy from the hours of sleep she just awoke from and her body not quite ready to leave the warmth of her mattress. She wondered about many things, about this ship they were following, and what information Kikata kept hidden from her. It had been only two weeks since the day since they started following them, which was about all she knew of what they were doing, but it felt much longer than that- and yet it all seemed to have happened so fast. She mostly wondered about Issac. It annoyed her that she couldn't keep her mind off of him for very long. Whenever she was alone, trying to keep herself busy, he would pop up in her mind.

    Since that night he slept on her belly she felt as though something significant had changed. And yet since that night they hadn't really had a repeat where they were just together, enjoying themselves alone. Part of the reason was rather good, though. The entire crew had become much more social, spending countless hours in the community quarters playing the game Grace had picked out for them. Adventuring through virtual lands, progressing and finding new dungeons to explore, even winning a few battles against other players- Atrix loved it. Still though she would have embarrassing day dreams about Issac and herself going out and exploring, just the two of them. But that never happened, at the very least Grace was always there. The computer no longer seemed to fight over Issac with her, at least not in the way she used too, but she was still in competition for his time.
   
    The other half of it Atrix could only boil down to her cowardice. She desperately wanted to do many things, and try as she might to blame it on her condition many times she left their evenings together in a hurry back to her room without any of the familiar twisting and churning in her chest. She realized with their size she would have to initiate something, he couldn't do it on his own without her literally lending him a hand. All she wanted was to have him laying on her stomach again, which was so far the pinnacle of her romantic life, the most she had ever opened up to someone physically. Yet that night was becoming a sort of long lost history, from then on every day since seemed to be missing something.
  
    Finally she stood up, stretching out a few knots in her back. She frowned, she was sore from what was once regular exercise, if she wasn't careful she would fall out of shape. Prila would have none of that. She smirked and felt a little rush of optimism, Kikata assured her that they would get Prila back safely soon. She and Richard had done this all before, right? Hell they faced worse and look how well they are now. She stood in front of the tall mirror by her dresser, a seemingly white lump in the wall now that they were not activated. She poked at her belly, not quite as toned as it used to be. She turned to the side and frowned, unsure if she was forcing her stomach out or if she had actually put on some weight. As she thought of Kikata and Richard she remembered all the times she had jealously watched as Kikata took him into her hands, kissed, cuddled, went bounding off into her room when everyone knew what they were going off to do. She grew even more flustered at that thought, Issac popping into her mind again. An odd warmth accompanied by a tingle tickled up her thighs, causing her to unintentionally bite her lip.

    As usual, her feelings spun her and disoriented her. Her mind running three ways at once. Fear, primal fear even not suited for the situation, frustration for the fear, but this time a strong pull of optimism. She smiled at herself in the mirror, allowed herself to be happy with what she saw despite the slight extra layer of weight on her belly. She pursed her lips and removed the shirt she slept in, turning side to side. Prila's breasts would be too much, but if I could maybe have Kikata's that would be perfect. She had never felt too self conscious about her chest before, but now she found herself wishing she could put on a pushup bra so she might have some proper cleavage. She shrugged the thoughts away and slipped out of her shorts. She didn't know why she did it, but she finally took her laser hair remover to her woman bits, everything was smooth- it looked more ready than she felt.

    She placed her palm on top of the dresser and a seal opened before the drawer slid out. She pulled her bathrobe from it, a blue, thin cloth robe that dropped down to about her knees. Once covered up she made her way to the door, entering the female Neko bathroom to find Kikata there running a comb through her hair, still wet from her own shower.

    Kikata's eyes glanced to the side and she smiled, "Morning Atrix." She said.

    Atrix nodded her head and held her hand over her mouth to hide a yawn. She quickly closed herself into the bathing chamber, where a door of semitransparent glass turned Kikata into a unrecognizable blob on the other side. She disrobed and turned on the water. "So- err- today is..." She started.

    "Mmm." Kikata replied. "Supposedly we'll be reaching whatever this place is we've been aiming towards." Kikata felt her nerves tense up as she thought about it. She was still so unsure about what they were getting into, and what they would do once it all started. She just hoped it would happen fast, whatever it was, and that it could be solved without violence. "Don't worry yourself about it, you'll likely be back in bed by the time we reach there and it will all be solved by the time you wake up."

    "You think so?" Atrix called over the wall of the bathing chamber.

    "Well, I hope so." Kikata said with a sigh.

    Atrix ran her hands through her hair, her fingers rubbing along the clasp in her hair. Every day she wanted it gone more and more. "I'd like to give a beating to whoever thinks they can take Prila away from me."

    "Oh and I would love to watch it, darling, but let's hope it doesn't come to that. Devoras knows who we are, knows who are friends are. If she truly is responsible I'd hope she is reasonable enough to do as we say, likely she'll come up with as many excuses as her legal team can pay for."

    "I'll beat them up too." Atrix said, grinning to herself. It was nice to talk about progress, about the end goal, about justice. It made her feel confident it would all turn out alright. She struck a pose, water running down her in rivers, "How many people make up a legal team?"

    Kikata smirked, her eyes glancing up to the form of Atrix behind the door, she couldn't see the details but she could hear her feet scuffling along the smooth floors. "Oh I don't know, for someone like her? Probably thousands."

    Atrix grunted, "In the battle of Uintan, Grolana defeated a thousand Yaomo soldiers with only a fighting stick." She twirled around, throwing a wet kick at the wall, pulling it short so she wouldn't actually hit it.

    "Is that so?" Kikata asked.

    "I would do it with my bare hands." Atrix continued.

    "I'm sure you would, Atrix the mighty warrior." Kikata said with a laugh.

    "I'd use their heads like stepping stones." Atrix grinned as she bounced from one foot to the other while soaping up her torso, "All the way until I could kick Devoras right in the-" She yelped as the soapy floor made her lose her footing. She crashed down on her rear end with a loud smack.

    Kikata gasped, "Are you okay?" She asked, whirling around to face the chamber.

    "Ouch." Atrix said, scrambling to her feet, she rubbed her rear end with a frown, "I guess if they install soapy floors I won't get to make it very far."

~ ~ ~ ~

    Sangella lounged in a comfy chair in their ships small community quarters, idly sifting through the feed for anything at all that might entertain her. Once again they had entered the familiar boring hiatus between calls. Sometimes it would be days, sometimes weeks, it was impossible to tell how long before their ship in particular picked up another distress signal. She didn't even have to look at the Shithead Tracker to know that the Richata was going off the grid further and further with each passing hour. They were light years now from any civilized galaxy, off by themselves. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to puzzle it together, nothing logical came to mind. She stopped flipping through the various feeds as she happened upon a movie, she didn't really pay much mind to what was going on. Instead she was thinking about the little blip on their tracking computer, Torren the wanted terrorist, and a massive corporation known to have butted heads with Torren and his followers before. Clearly two of them were related, but where did Kikata and Richard fit in?

    "Sangella have we sunk so low that we're masturbating in the community quarters now?" Came a startling voice.

    Sangella let out a loud gasp and spun around to see Johnny had crept his way onto the human balcony right by her head. She let out a shaking sigh and shook her head, "What the hell are you on about?" She glanced over to the display and saw two Neko on the screen making passionate and sweaty love to one another. "It's a movie." She explained.

    "Well duh." Johnny said, sinking into a chair for himself, "Whose he, the plumber?"

    Sangella rolled her eyes, "No like a real movie, asshole. I'm not watching porn." Though as she spoke her brow arched as the sex scene seemed to go on forever, she frowned and checked the feed to make sure she hadn't accidentally brought up a porno without realizing it.

    "Hm. You know I would think the tail would get in the way from that position, but it actually seems to be helping out." Johnny continued, leaning forward in his seat, "Think it tickles?"

    Sangella laughed and shook her head, "I would offer to demonstrate but uh, I don't think you could reach from back there, little buddy."

    "Oh if there's a will there's a way. I'll just call up ol' Richy and ask for some advice, you know maybe with a ladder, a bucket of lube and-" They both let out a yelp as an incoming call flashed over their screen. Richard's, slightly smirking face on the profile of the ID.

    Sangella's blood ran cold, did they know? Did they figure them out? She glanced over to her partner, who shrugged, before answering the call.

    "Well, well, well if it isn't our dynamic duo once again, you know I found something very interesting today." Richard said with a grin. Behind him the large figure of Kikata lowered into her own seat, a small white towel in her hand as she dabbed her neck.

    Sangella felt a tight knot forming in her gut, but managed to say, "Sir?" Without stuttering.

    "Hybrid Team Rescues the Rescuers of Ancient, Slumbering Alien Civilization." Richard said, reading off some news website. "Nice pose, Sangella."

    "Huh?" Sangella questioned.

    "In the group photo, the one where you all are all looking the wrong way." Richard explained. He shook his head, "Man, I thought you'd be excited, you look like you've seen a ghost!"

    "You're trending pretty high right now." Kikata added in, "It's very exciting!"

    Sangella forced a smile, despite having to listen to Kikata's annoying, cheerful voice, "Oh! Yes, very excited, it's um- well-"

    "We're exhausted." Johnny broke in, feeling the same nervous pit in his stomach as Sangella, "We were up for almost two days straight throughout the ordeal."
  
    "Celebratory drinks, I'm sure." Richard said with a chuckle.

    The two Hybrid guards maintained their nervous smiles. Sangella opened a link sent by Richard to see the articles for herself, and there she was. Plastered in a large photo right at the top of a prestigious news page, mouth open and head starting to twirl around as the capsule opened prior to anyone being ready for it. She could have laughed had she not been staring down the two people she had been obsessively tracking and plotting against for the past several weeks.

    "Well, ah, I wouldn't be surprised if you get a call or two from headquarters. Perhaps a slight reroute in course to get some interview time in- or you can skip that and enjoy your leave." Richard said with a wink.

    Kikata leaned forward, "I suggest the latter, I always hated doing interviews."

    Sangella could feel a bit of anger welling up inside of her. You'll be the next Nova Force! everyone had said. And she couldn't even avoid doing the interviews without emulating that black haired bitch of a superior. But still she forced a smile so fake she thought her cheeks might turn to plastic, "Yes, well, uh, thanks!" She said, doing her best not to sound obnoxiously cheerful.

    "Yeah, that's uh, exciting news." Johnny said, holding his computer closer to his face so that his voice could be heard.

    "Well, we'll let you two go." Richard said, "Again, expect a call sometime in the near future."

~ ~ ~ ~

    Richard ended the call and leaned back with a sigh, chucking as he read over the article again at a glance.

    "Did they seem, I don't know, funny to you?" Kikata asked.

    Richard rubbed his chin, "Sorta. Kind of awkward, right?"

    "Yes, exactly." Kikata said, leaning her elbow on her armrest and prodding her lower lip with her finger. A smile creased her lips.

    "And judging by your face, I'd say you think we were interrupting them at an awkward time." Richard said, swiveling back and forth in his seat.

    Kikata hummed and giggled, "Her face was nearly as red as her hair."

    Richard smirked, Kikata seemed to be on a nostalgic kick of space romance. Always reminiscing about old times, and how they met- and he assumed she had her hands in whatever was going on between his brother and Atrix. As cautious as he was about a relationship forming between those two, he couldn't deny the benefits of Kikata being obsessed with romance.

~ ~ ~ ~

    Atrix huffed a sigh, placing another mascara coated tissue on her table, "I'll never get it."

    "It was almost perfect that time." Nichole insisted, dabbing a brush along Atrix's free hand with pink polish. "Just try to keep your eye open this time."

    Atrix took a deep breath before attempting to apply her makeup again. Last time Kikata had done it, but she was busy taking a call. She kept her hand as steady as possible, slowly brushing the black substance over her eye lashes. It was odd, to her anyway, but she couldn't deny it made her eyes look nice. Finally she finished the left one and felt satisfied. "Okay, now the right."

    The two continued to get ready, chatting about various things and typically swinging back to Issac. Eventually Kikata joined them in Atrix's room. Though to their surprise she met them with a frown.

    "What?" Atrix asked.

    "Well, I was hoping we'd wait to do makeup until after Richard and I sit everyone down for a little demonstration. But I suppose I didn't give forewarning."

    "Demonstration?" Nichole asked.

    Kikata took a seat next to Atrix and smiled at her, "You're getting better." She said. She looked back to Nichole, "And yes, just a little preparation for, well, emergencies. It won't take more than an hour or two." She glanced between the two again, "Not that you should be worrying yourselves to death, it just never hurts to be prepared. Especially considering we have two untrained passengers on our crew."

    "Oh yeah, sorry about that." Nichole said with a laugh, "I kinda sprung up on you guys, huh?"

    "Not nearly as bad as Atrix, what with the submission take down and all."

    Atrix shrugged her shoulders, then cursed as the movement made her slip the brush off her eye lash, "Dangit." She muttered, reaching for the tissue.

    Kikata quickly took it from her, "You don't have to start over every time it's not perfect." She bit her lip as she dabbed at Atrix's eye lid, "There, fixed it."  

~ ~ ~ ~

    "Come on, one more." Richard urged, his hands hovering over a heavy metal bar as it quivered in Issac's grip.

    Issac's cheeks bulged as he tried to push the bar more than a few inches off his chest. His arms burned and he could feel blood rushing to his head as he strained.

    "Breath. Breath!" Richard ordered, "You'll burst a blood vessel."

    Issac exhaled, his legs kicking out as he managed to push the bar higher. Relief washed over him as Richard guided the bar back into its resting place. He let his arms fall and took a few deep breaths, "I'm done."

    "Getting better." Richard said, adjusting the weights for himself as Issac slowly removed himself from the bench press. He grinned at his little brother, "Getting some tone in your arms finally."

    Issac looked down at his arms and shrugged, he definitely felt stronger than he was when he first got onto the ship but couldn't help but feel weak as his brother benched a solid sixty more pounds than him with half the effort. "So what's this about a demonstration?"

    Richard grunted as he brought the bar down to his chest then back up again. "Just a little-" He grunted again, "Preparation in case of emergencies." He huffed a heavy breath, "Something we should have done a while back, really." He finished his set and set the bar back in place with a little aid from Issac.

    Issac thumbed at his chin, "What sort of emergencies?"

    Richard held his hands up and shrugged, "I don't know, anything really." He gave his brother a stern look, "No guns, if that's what you're thinking."

    Issac let out a deep sigh.

    "I promised Kikata- look you don't need to be-" Richard frowned, "Alright fine. But no one should know about this, there's a whole pile of certifications you're supposed to go through before you're even supposed to step foot in the testing range."

    "Well, my clearance technically gives me full access to the ship and facilities, so you know. It's probably a loop hole." Issac explained, following his brother out of the the fitness room.

    "Good point." Richard said, the two men entering the hallway and stopping before the shuttle. "To the-" Richard started.

    Grace cut him off, "Yes, yes I've been listening." Grace replied. The shuttle lurched forward.

    "Alright. So if we do this I have to let you know. There will be no gun fighting, if there is gun fighting you'll be staying out of it. If something happens, anything at all, the first thing you do is look for a way to remove yourself from the situation. Only if you have no other option should you ever pick up a firearm with intent to use it for anything other than target practice. Clear?"

    "Right, yeah, no need to be a hardass about it." Issac said with a laugh.

    "Good. Well, let's shoot some shit." Richard said with a grin, "We still have an hour or so before the others will be joining us so we can get a little bit in."

    Issac remembered the weapons testing facilities from when he had demonstrated his food box bomb, though he had not tried to enter the actual weapons room. The room was so carefully hardwired that Grace could not bypass the security clearance protocol, unable to open the doors until Richard had taken a hand print and retina scan. The doors slid open and Issac felt an excited shiver working its way around his chest as his eyes fell on the wall of firearms. There was only one of every type, the ship would not be suited to equip a small army but for a single Guard they would have anything and everything they might need in case of conflict.

    "Before you touch anything, Issac, it's important we go over the organization of the room." Richard thumbed at his chin, "Grace do you have a training display by chance?"

    "Certainly." Grace's voice sounded throughout the room. Soon the walls around them changed, names and numbers appearing over each firearm and crate as well as an apparent color code for sections of the wall. "Will this do? I could check for others."

    "This will work." Richard said. He walked over towards a blue colored wall. "Alright Issac, all of these here marked in the blue section are weapons designed for non-fatal intent. It doesn't mean they are not dangerous, but if they are working properly they should not kill."

    "So, what, like rubber bullets?" Issac asked.

    Richard gave Issac a look as if he should know better before lifting a small, sharp edged blue gun, labeled on the wall as the VI90. "This little thing will fire an electric charge at a range of up to thirty yards. The charge will disable the person for about a minute, leave them rather dazed for a few more minutes after that. Typical law enforcement hip holstered weapon." He placed the weapon back onto the wall and pointed towards a nearly identical firearm that was about twice the size of the first, the VI96. "This one will do the same thing, but at a longer range." He hoisted the weapon from the wall and held it out in front of Issac, his hand moved across the surface, "Green light means safety, it won't fire. Blue light-" He flicked a switch on the grip of the firearm, "Means it will do exactly what the last one did." He flicked the switch again, "Orange means the charge will be more concentrated, faster moving, and further traveling. Good at over three hundred yards." He put the weapon back onto the wall, "This would typically be used by a tactical law enforcement team, many times shot from air to land if a suspect is trying to flee by foot."

    Richard took another step down the line, towards a hefty looking firearm with a barrel about six inches thick, "This here we refer to as the engine thumper, you'd understand if you heard it when it goes off. Not designed to be used against people- but rather vehicles. It fires a blast with a six foot radius that can effectively travel up to two hundred yards that will disable any sort of electrically or core powered vehicle." He continued down the list of EMP grenades, pulse cannons, sonic personnel disruptor's, flash grenades, smoke grenades, anything at all in their arsenal (which was most of it, really) that was not designed to inflict fatal damage to their targets they are intended for. Intent is important however because some of the firearms are meant to protect the carrier from larger scale species. These weapons could potentially, and sometimes certainly, inflict fatal damage if used on a human. These weapons are equipped with state of the art safety features however, targeting systems that recognize species and will not fire if the trajectory would cause death to any in its path. Richard emphasized that this was a good reason to know exactly what you will face when arming yourself, and if you cannot know then you should either spend more time gathering intelligence, or come prepared to face anything. Issac got the idea that Richard preferred the "prepare for anything" approach.

    Finally Richard moved off the blue wall and stood before the white wall. On it were three weapons Issac recognized as pistols. "These are officially known as handguns. The first here is the M25, standard issue in the Marines and now in the Hybrid Guards. Holds fifteen 9 millimeter rounds, or ten A4 armor piercing rounds. Just about anyone can pick one of these up and fire. I guess I'll take this one out to the range first. Grace, if you would."

    "Certainly." Grace replied. The panel holding the handgun suddenly flipped, replaced by smooth white wall and a blinking notification that read, "At Range"

    "Let's see, uh." Richard said, folding his arms as he glanced around the room.

    "What's that?" Issac asked, pointing towards a shining, hulking metal handgun on the wall. It nearly looked like you would need two hands to heft it, in fact he probably would.

    "Oh that." Richard ran his hand over his head, "You don't need to worry about that. But if you're curious its the D19, my buddies in the Marines called it an egg hurler because, well-" He walked over to a crate beneath the weapon and hoisted the lid. He reached in and plucked a single round, it fit heavily in the palm of his hand, as the name would suggest it sort of resembled an egg. "This is about the biggest punch you can pack with something that can technically be fired with one hand. Of course as I'm about to show you proper technique is nothing that you would see in the movies. And this weapon in particular is more of a novelty, a gag gift from a friend. Hell I'm even afraid to use it." He shook his head. He turned back towards the next wall across the room with the green backdrop. "Here we go. A rifle."

    Richard took a few steps and eyed up the three rifles he had hanging on the wall, "Here we have a compact, XM30, taking the place of smaller sub machine guns. It's designed for close quarters but can still stand toe to toe with any mid range rifle." The weapon was mostly rectangular in shape. When the magazine is inserted it juts out forward with the grip clasping beneath it, to released you simply pull down on the grip and the empty cartridge falls free. The barrel itself could be extended or condensed, none of the weapons came equipped with a bulky scope or light as they were designed to be integrated with the HUD of the Guard's armor. "Next down the line is the standard issue M19 tactical assault rifle, mid to long range this is what most of the Marines carry on their day to day. Easy to use, minimal recoil for the power and more reliable than just about anything else in here. Grace, go ahead and take this one as well."

    Richard decided that two was enough for starters, he gathered some ammunition and sent it down to the firing range. A few minutes later he and Issac were standing in front of the deep, white hallway by a small human sized counter, on the wall to their left the two weapons sat waiting to be used. Richard demonstrated how to load and unload a magazine with bullets, then how to load the magazine, first into the handgun, then into the rifle. He taught Issac proper trigger safety, how to wield the handgun so he didn't hurt himself, and how to brace the stock of the rifle on his shoulder. Grace prepared targets at varying ranges as they practiced.

    "Not bad." Richard said with a nod as Issac flicked the safety on the now empty rifle.

    "I could do even better if I had the armor HUD." Issac said.

    Richard shook his head, "First you need to learn the basics without it. If you can't operate a weapon properly without the aid of a targeting computer, then you don't get to use the weapon."

    "Just saying." Issac said with a shrug.

    Movement was suddenly heard from the larger scale quarters as Kikata and Atrix appeared, soon followed by Nichole entering through the human scaled doorway. "Guess it's time for the other presentation." Richard said, placing the weapons back on their appointed panels on the wall.

    Kikata arched a brow as she looked down at them, "I thought we agreed no guns?"

    Richard shrugged, "This was separate." He felt a nervous itching down his back.

    Kikata rolled her eyes, "Alright, well let's go do what we planned now."

    Richard nodded his head towards a doorway on the opposite side of the firing range and Issac and Nichole followed him.

~ ~ ~ ~

    The Armor station was not a very large room for Kikata and Atrix, but as always it nearly seemed an endless cavern to the humans. The smaller scale area resembled the larger scale in construction. The room was rather dull, much like the halls of the ship, though as before Grace brought up the training display which suddenly filled the walls and three identical capsules with information and color.

    "Should I go first?" Kikata asked.

    "Sure." Richard replied, his elbows leaning on the railing facing the larger scale area.

    "Okay, so first-" Kikata said, strolling over to the large capsule on the left hand side of the room, "I place my hand on the control panel like so." Once her hand was placed firmly on the square panel the capsule split in two, revealing an indent in the shape of a humanoid form. As she approached the smooth indent warped to fit her body exactly. "It's important to try and stay perfectly still, the machine can be a bit scary the first time but it knows what it's-"

    "Beginning armor fitting process, confirm?" Grace's voice asked.

    "Yes." Kikata replied.

    A moment later a metallic pair of boots rose from the floor and clamped around Kikata's leg up to her knee. The machine rose her feet one at a time so that the sole of the boot could be applied. The machine moved rapidly, almost too fast to recognize what the other crew members were seeing, it seemed as though a new metal body grew around Kikata until she was standing before them fully suited in her armor. "The helmet will be placed on your head activated." Her voice now carried the robotic, asexual tone that accompanied any guard armor. Her voice quickly changed back as she slid the translucent face covering up, "Once you figure out the internal controls it's pretty easy to disengage it." She looked over to Atrix, "We have spares, and some armor more specialized for other tasks. Atrix I want you to use the center capsule. It has no internal weaponry but can server many other functions."

    Atrix hesitantly approached the center capsule. "Just like this?" She asked, placing her hand on the square. After a moment the capsule opened, just as before. The humanoid indent was rather large compared to herself in comparison to Kikata, but it quickly matched her form exactly. Grace asked the question, and Atrix replied just as Kikata had.

    Issac could not strip a wide grin off his lips as he watched the first two get situated in their Armor. Nichole seemed a bit nervous, but to him he had always hoped he would get the chance to suit up. He nearly trembled with excitement as he was directed over to his own capsule. Kikata and Richard would use standard Hybrid Guard armor, which had internal non-fatal weapon systems built into them along with any other gadget that might assist them in their line of work. The center capsule was more like safety armor, no weapons built into it (aside from the HUD being able to integrate weapons systems carried off of the person such as the firearms Issac had just been practicing with). The human scaled version came complete with the personal propulsion system, life support, armor lock out, communication systems, ect. It was designed to help overcome the obvious disadvantages of being so small compared to the majority of the alien species, while exploiting the main advantage, which is stealth. Issac's armor, like Richard's, standard color is a matte black. Just like the ship the color can be changed for any situation.

    Nichole's armor, however, defaulted to red. A large white cross covered the front and back as a signal of medical personnel. This armor would be used in situations where a specialized medical suit would be preferred, such as natural disasters.

    "This is awesome." She said, then immidiately laughed. "Oh I'll never get used to the voice!"

    "I am General Deathdealer, mighty warrior!" Issac said, raising he hands over his head and laughing. Over the balcony he could hear the familiar cadence of Atrix's giggles, but only made more humorous by the deep tone that accompanied them.

    Kikata folded her arms and smiled, shaking her head as she recalled quite literally every class being initiated with their armor would fall into chaos as they played and laughed with their new robotic voices. Eventually she said, "Alright guys, settle down. The voices are weird, I know, but serve a practical purpose."

    "Which is?" Nichole asked.

    "De-humanization to prevent bias of the people we are aiding. Helps them see us as a group as the authority, rather than seeing the male or female of the group as the authority." Richard explained.

    "Very good Richard." Kikata said with a smile. She took a deep breath, "Okay, so before we get to the fun stuff, let's start with the basics..."

    Over the next several hours Atrix, Issac and Nichole would learn the basic functions of their armor. What it would do automatically, such as the armor lock out and switching from using the atmosphere outside of the suit, to using the atmosphere inside of the suit. How to position themselves when being carried, or even stepped on accidently by a larger scale creature. While the armor can sustain massive amounts of pressure, it could still be possible to sprain or break a limb with an awkward placed arm or leg. They learned how to control their radios with the no-touch hand display, how to shift between vision modes, activate targeting systems, anything they might need to know before getting down to the gadgets of the armor. Which of course were different from armor set to armor set. Issac and Atrix had fairly basic functions outside of the propulsion system. Gravitational Manipulation Pads located in their boots and the palms would allow them to more naturally move in a zero gravity environment, and also generate a fairly week gravitational pull on objects also residing in a zero gravity environment. These effects would be extremely weak in comparison to the ships gravity systems, and would essentially be rendered useless. His vision systems would be able to allow him to view in a wide variety of spectrum's, low light, infrared, artificial light, temperature, limited surface penetration (essentially looking at objects through other physical blocks such as walls). He could also activate sound source locators which would display sound wave displays around his HUD. Targeting systems would put distance numbers on wherever his vision was focused. Anything his sensors could detect that could prove useful in any number of situations was programmed into the HUD.

    Finally silence filled the room as Kikata held her helmet against her hip, "Um. I think...that's the basics..."

    "Yeah." Richard said nodding, "That about covers it."

    Atrix huffed air through her lips, "I exhausted. Can we play Spirit Quest now?"

    "Oh, yes! Let's!" Grace said.

    "Yeah, yeah let's do that." Kikata said with a nod.

    "I need a beer." Richard chimed in. "Probably two. Because I'm always the one that dies in this game."   
Nova Force Season 2: Episode 8 Part 1
Hello everyone. So potential free time has sort of freed up, but I'm not 100% on it. Anyway, hopefully it won't take months to put out another episode.
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    "Careful, careful." Benjamin spoke, his words directed at the translator though his eyes firmly locked onto the ancient being that rose slowly from her chamber. As he spoke the translators pleasant, feminine voice repeated, "Oulu, Oulu." 

    The alien's face remained wide eyed as she swung a leg over the side of the capsule, its mind must have been racing with so many emotions and questions as it snapped back into its conscious state. Its blue eyes stared up towards Sangella, then down to the smaller humans and Goonta. It was not fear that struck her, merely disbelief. Words spilled from her lips. 

    "You've come." Repeated the translator. "I. You. Cosmos-" The computer read smoothly as the alien stammered. 

    The alien placed a hand to her cheek, "Toko yamarus?" 

    "What is the year?" The translator read. 

    "Erm." Benjamin began, he glanced to his personal computer and scrolled for the information, "In your calendar it is the year 16,728" 

    As the translator repeated the information the alien's expression changed before she nearly collapsed to the ground had it not been for Sangella's quick hand in catching the woman, which to her was the size of a small infant by comparison. The woman gripped Sangella's arm and wept. 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    Atrix stirred from her sleep, a familiar twang of hangover gripping her entire body. Her heart beat quickly in her chest, and instantly she was overcome with an odd sense of misplaced embarrassment. She had trouble even remembering how she fell asleep, just the conversations with Issac, and Grace had prior to them starting the second film. Her head rolled to the side, her eyes blinking the morning glaze away as she saw that she was still in the community quarters, to her left was the table with her mostly empty bottle of liquor and an empty, human sized couch. For a brief moment she wondered how Issac had gotten' off until she noticed an odd warm patch on her stomach. 

    She arched her neck to see before quickly placing it back down again. There he was, asleep on her bare stomach. Her heart began to race even faster as she recalled placing him there as they watched the movie, feeling ungraspable impulses rising into her as she laid there with him so close. We slept together. She thought to herself, wondering what it meant, if anything at all. It meant something to her, it excited and frustrated her all at once.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    Issac yawned, feeling oddly refreshed outside of a slight headache. He grasped out for some blankets but found none, yet he was warm already. His eyes opened as he started to recall the night. He sat up, looking to his right he saw Atrix's legs stretching out, and to his left her torso and chin as her head was still lying back. He smiled as he remembered the night. It all seemed like good fun, but he couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was something else going on between them. 

    Atrix's head finally lifted, her light eyes falling on him as she apparently forced a smile. 

    "Hey." Issac said, waving his arm. 

    Atrix swallowed before speaking, slowly rising to a slightly more upright position, "Hi." she replied. 

    Issac took a few steps back as the flat stomach he was resting on slanted upwards, he took a tentative step over the edge of her shorts and stood on her thigh. "Well that was fun." He said. 

    Atrix's smile grew more genuine and she nodded her head, "Yes, it was." However, despite the fact that she was pleased this seemed to be all going well she couldn't fumble out the conversation on her own. Just like last night, perhaps even more so, she was entirely dependent on Issac to keep it moving. Through the frustration of it she saw a tinge of humor in the image of it all, something so small compared to her held her actions as if she were a puppet. 

   Issac gripped the back of his head and toyed with his hair awkwardly. "You make a pretty comfortable bed." He said trying to maintain whatever confidence he had last night. It was difficult now with Atrix's big gray eyes beaming down at him. 

    Atrix blushed deeply but her smile broadened even more. She wished she knew what to say. Something sexy or even romantic. She wished she knew what he was feeling,  and if it were anything like her own feelings. Perhaps for the first time she was frustrated he was so small and could not just take her in his arms if he chose too. "Better outside my stomach than in it." She replied. She nearly sighed as it was the most she could muster.

    "Probably right." Issac said with a grin. His sober mind could hardly put himself back inside her stomach. He found his eyes lingering on the taunt expanse of her belly. The darkness and sounds filling his mind, his eyes drifted upwards, her chest rising and falling deeply as he recalled the sound of air rushing in and out of her lungs, the thudding of her heart and blood valves. Her lips drawn upwards in a smile...He shook his head, caught staring again. Her big gray eyes bore into him almost painfully. He found himself hardly able to form words, "Well I guess I better-" He started, shifting uneasily on his feet. 

    "Yeah probably need too shower or something." She continued his sentence forcing a high toned laugh. It was the last thing she wanted to say, but the only thing that would come out. Her brain was split in two, half wanting to stay and talk and do what ever it was they were doing for hours still yet her chemicals were screeching for her to run, she can only fend off the chemicals for so long. She placed a hand down on her thigh, wondering if Issac could feel how much warmer it had gotten since he was standing there. She was feeling too many unfamiliar things for unfamiliar reasons. 
    
    Issac climbed onto her palm, it was steady as ever and it was hardly a thought to him anymore that it might be a dangerous venture. Her thumb curled towards him and he placed a hand against the tip of it. It wasn't unusual, it was a way he could feel more balanced as she walked. Yet now it felt as though they were almost holding hands, or some other equivalent thing a Neko and Human could not quite manage to do due to the massive difference in size. He looked over his shoulder as Atrix stood up from the couch, her large grey eyes locked onto him but quickly averted. He felt like he should say something clever, like his brothers always managed to do when they're talking to girls. But nothing was coming to mind. He found himself being held over the balcony, the speed at which Neko travel was less unnerving to him now, and he hopped down onto the human floor. 

    Atrix felt the nervous squirming in her chest, now at odds with her inner voice more so than usual as she watched Issac leave her hand. It felt especially empty now without him there. She took several deep breaths, each time she intended to say something but she swallowed the words back down. "Ehh." Escaped her lips. 

    "Hey, uh." Issac began, turning towards her near the entrance to the human corridors, "I've got to do some work with Grace after I shower, but uh.." Atrix stared down at him with those wide, grey eyes. He could see the anxiousness in them, she wanted to hear something from him and it made him nervous. "I'll see you later, then?" He managed to spill out. 

    "Y-Yeah." Atrix stammered, nodding her head. It was as if her body worked against her will as she quickly turned around and made her way for the larger scale exit. Why are you being such a coward. Say something more than that you idiot! Well I can't turn around now I'm already leaving. Maybe it would be romantic to turn back now, Kikata would do something like that. Great I'm already through the door.

    
Issac lingered as Atrix walked away. There was no doubting it now, his eyes stared lustfully for her. The intricate tattoos along her side, the dimples on her lower back, the taunt muscle of her legs and the flesh peaking out from beneath her shorts. Did she want him to look? Could these feelings conjure anything in the realm of possibilities? He sighed and turned back for the door, though found his brother standing there. 

    Richard grinned, his arms folding over his chest as he eyed up his younger yet taller brother. "Morning." He said, his grin unwavering. 

    Issac's cheeks reddened as he mumbled a greeting in return. "What?" He finally asked in regards to his brothers grin. 

    Richard shrugged, "Just looks like you had a fun night, is all." He stepped aside as Issac walked past him. He watched as his brother made his way towards the shuttle, "Hey." He called. Issac turned towards him, "You be careful with that." 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    Meanwhile Atrix was halted in front of her room by a similarly grinning Kikata. To her surprise Nichole was sitting, grinning as well, on Kikata's palm. She mumbled under her breath and made her way for the door but Kikata was quick to follow her inside. 

    "So?" Kikata asked expectantly. "It looks like your night went well." 

    Atrix blushed deeply and sat down onto her bed, "How can you tell?" She asked. 

    Nichole bounced off Kikata's hand excitedly as it was laid out on the table. "As if no one noticed you two sleeping on the couch together!" 

    Atrix's ears fell, she hadn't realized anyone had seen them. How long did they sleep? 

    "You two were knocked out cold." Kikata said. "You must have been drinking all night." 

    "Well come on." Nichole insisted, "Tell us about it!" 

    Atrix leaned her head against the wall and sighed, "I don't know." 

    "Clearly something went right." Kikata said. 

    Atrix glanced between the two women as she pieced together the night. Sifting through things that actually happened, and discarding the typical, fantastical negative thoughts that her mind constantly produced in situations like this. As she did a smile creeped over her lips as she realized the night really had gone well. 

    Nichole gasped, "She's glowing!" 

    Kikata's smile broadened, she could see it too. 

    "I'm- Huh?" Atrix asked, covering her cheeks with her hands. 

    "Your face is telling us something happened." Kikata said, knowing Atrix would probably not know what "glowing" meant. "So go on, details!" 

    "Well i mean nothing happened. But, I mean things did happen but-" Atrix took a deep breath, "I don't know we just had fun." 

    "Fun as in?" Kikata drew out. 

    "Did you kiss?" Nichole added in. 

    "No!" Atrix said, embarrassed. She sighed again, "Okay. So..." She went on to tell the story of the night. She wasn't sure what details were important so she included all of them. She stammered through the part about the shell, Issac making jokes to help calm her down, the exploding meal box. She grew more comfortable, and asked the questions that had cropped up while watching the movies. What it all meant, was she reading into things too much? 

    "think there's something there." Nichole said with a nod. "I mean friends just don't sleep together casually." 

    "Yeah but what if the only reason he stayed there is because he had no choice. I mean he couldn't have gotten back to the couch if he wanted too." Atrix said, thoroughly running through every scenario where things weren't as nice as they seemed. She fell back on the bed. "I never knew there were so many uncertainties with this...stuff." She threw her hands in the air, "It's so unfair." 

    Kikata frowned, "Well that's how relationships are, Atrix." 

    Atrix groaned, "Putting it into words makes it so much scarier. Relationship. I have no idea what I'm doing." 

    "But you definitely know you want one." Nichole said. 

    "Well...I...I think so. But how could it work?" She rubbed her hands over her eyes, "The idea of getting him is hard enough. What do I do if this actually happens. What if I lose him? Our homes are galaxies away from each other. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life." 

    "Okay. Now you're overthinking." Kikata said. "Of course there are unknowns. But if you are meant to be together you can make it work. Just how Prila always said. Sometimes when life pushes you together-" 

    "You have to hold on." Atrix finished in a mumble. She rolled over on the bed. "But it's hard." 

    
Kikata laughed and shook her head, "Do you have any idea what Prila would do if she was sitting here watching you mope about things being too hard?" 

    Atrix grunted, "Chores. Chores chores chores." 

    "What would she make you do?" Nichole asked curiously. 

    Atrix put on her best Prila impression, "Atrix. If you can't sit still for fifteen minutes maybe you'd like to go polish the statue garden." 

    Kikata laughed, "Oh tell her about the time with the statue underwater." 

    Atrix groaned again but smiled, "It wasn't even punishment for one of her own classes! It was a math assignment..."

Years ago, when Atrix was still a young, early teenaged girl...

    
A small paddle boat, well small by Neko standards, rocked gently in the calm blue waters of the Bolia Sea on the Neko home world of Teralist. Prila sat with her legs propped up on the edge of the boat, thick dark sunglasses covering her light blue eyes as she sketched on a page of her notebook. She sighed and smiled, glancing off to the shoreline which was a few hundred, Neko scaled yards away. Her eyes lowered as a angry, white haired girl broke the surface with a gasp. 

    "I'll do the assignment already." Atrix said between breaths. 

    "I know." Prila said, her attention returning to her notebook. Her lips hardened in a straight line as she continued to draw. 

    "Well can I stop!" Atrix pleaded, swimming over towards the boat. 

    "Is it clean?" Prila asked. 

    "But...I said I would do-" 

    "I know." Prila continued, her voice stern, "You are cleaning for what you didn't do earlier. Not for what you will do later." 

    "You'll drown me." Atrix muttered bitterly. 

    "I have faith you can hold your breath." Prila said with a sigh. 

    Atrix opened her mouth to argue but clamped it shut when Prila's head turned back towards her. She did not hide her scowl, however. She swam away from the boat and dove beneath the surface. It took five powerful strokes with her arms and legs to reach the statue of the ancient Cho'ooto figure. No one even sees this stupid thing. She thought to herself as she used a small brush to scrub away algae that had formed on the stone surface. She pushed herself back to the surface again. 
    
    "Alright." She said. "I think I'm done." 

    Prila nodded, "Okay. I will inspect your work." 

    Atrix gaped, knowing full well that Prila wouldn't accept her cleaning with the bits of algae and sediment in small patches on the statues surface. She let out an aggravated groan before diving back under the surface. 

    Prila allowed a grin to slip across her lips once Atrix was below.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    "I can't believe it." Grace said, her artificial voice sounding fully annoyed. 

    "Hm?" Issac asked, his fingers working over the keyboard and mouse. An artificial world filled his gaze, the world of Spirit Quest. He had picked, by Grace's request, a human character. He had aligned his attributes towards melee combat with heavy armor. 

    "All the Grace names are taken!" She pouted, her face was displayed next to the display of her own screen. "Grace. Gracie. Gracy." She groaned. 

    Issac shrugged, "You can pick another name, I didn't call my character Issac." He continued to jump around in the starting zone, getting a feel for the controls. 

    "General Deathdealer." Grace said, "It's not even a real name!" 

    Issac laughed, "It doesn't have to be. It's a video game." 

    "Ahah!" Grace exclaimed excitedly. "Flying Grace." 

    "That will work." Issac said. Soon after another character appeared in the starting zone near him. Grace created a character as near to her own image as possible. It wasn't quite as lifelike as her normal avatar that she used for the ship, but its likeness was almost a perfect representation. She had aligned her attributes towards magic using, specifically towards healing spells. Everything she chose, as she said, was to compliment Issac's character. Though she still insisted that she would not be playing at maximum efficiency, to make it more of a challenge. 

    "You know I was thinking." Grace said, her character quickly finding Issac's. 

    "Oh yeah?" Issac asked. 

    "The minimum number for starting a guild is five. If we could get at least three of the other crew members to play as well..." 

    Issac laughed as he imagined it. An entire Hybrid Guard ship playing Spirit Quest. 

    "I'm serious!" Grace exclaimed. 

    "I'm not sure they will play." Issac said. 

    "Atrix will." Grace said, "If you ask her too." 

    "Certain of that, are you?" 

    "I am." Grace said plainly. "And if we get Kikata to play, certainly Richard will have to tag along." 

    Issac grinned widely as Grace plotted. It almost seemed impossible to him to think that she was not human, he did not think about it much anymore because it would only serve to give him a headache. "Well, I guess I'll ask." 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    Atrix stared down at her personal computer as it lit up and vibrated with a call. 

    "Who is it?" Kikata asked knowingly. 

    "It's uh, Issac." Atrix said. 

    "Ohhh!" Nichole chimed in. "Pick it up, Pick it up!" 

    Atrix sat up straighter on the bed, fixing her hair though she was not sure why. She held the computer for a few moments before answering. "Hi." She said routinely. Kikata and Nichole stared at her with girlish grins. "Um, nothing why?" She replied, "O-Oh...uh...Yeah sure. That sounds fun. O-Okay I will meet you out there." Atrix's eyes darted over towards Kikata, "Yeah she's- Okay." She set the computer down as the conversation ended. 

    "Well?" Kikata asked. 

    "He uh. He and Grace want us to play a video game with them." 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    "Well, time to get back to work, huh?" Johnny said as he lowered himself into the human pilots chair. 

    Sangella nodded, though looked sadly towards the massive stone structure which now had a massive research ship attached to it that had finally made it. She could hardly believe all they had been a part of and had to admit she was glad it was them who took the call rather than Kikata and Richard. She wanted to see the events unfold further, but their job was done now that the rest of Benjamin's colleges had arrived. The engines roared and lifted them back up into the skies. 

    "Think we'll be famous?" Johnny asked with a laugh. 

    "I doubt it." Sangella said with a sigh, 

    "Well we're in the group photo. I doubt many people will overlook a uniqued eyed, red haired Neko." Johnny said, running over the controls to set the ship to auto-pilot. He stood up and stretched his back, "I think I'm going to grab a drink and watch some T.V." 

    Sangela smirked, "Always the diligent worker." Her eyes drifted to the tracking map. She had nearly let herself forget about their hunt. She didn't know what they would find, or what they would or could do if they did find anything. She only knew they had been mingling with some serious fiends, and were now certainly straying off of any route that she had ever heard of. Each passing day their ship veered off into less and less occupied areas of the star map. 

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    Tasvera was her name, the ambassador of a dead planet, all dead except for the Seed. Her eyes stared out a small window on the ship that had come to their rescue. More than ten thousand years she had slept. Ten Thousand. It did not seem real, it must have been a dream. She had vague memories of the dreams she had while she slept, but they disappeared with each passing hour. As the time passed her senses became more sharp. Her hearing was less muffled and she no longer had to rub her eyes to get rid of the fuzziness that slipped over her vision. Her mouth tasted dry. Ten thousand year old saliva. She shuddered at the thought. Out the window was a dry expanse of lifeless desert. There were trees there. Even hills with lush vegetation. Animals and farms, cool breezes with blue skies. Now everything was brown and red, the sky hidden under a haze of dust. Everything from her age was gone, perhaps they could unearth dead cities and find the bones of her lost civilization, but nothing more. She finally managed to ask the question she was afraid to know. Are we the only ones? 
    
    
Across from her sat a mesmerizing creature. She called herself a Noras, supposedly only a recent addition to this thing referred to as the Alliance. She was the closest species to her size her rescuers could find. She had light blue skin with darker blue streaks imbued within it and rich green hair. Her eyes carried a faint glow so faint she was not sure if it was really there or not. Her face seemed to read sympathy, though she could not be sure as she was not one of her own kind. Her head shook from side to side and the translator read "No, we have not...Not yet, anyway." She added the last part as perhaps an attempt to lift Tasvera's mood. 

    Her mood though was complicated. She had lived most of her life knowing her species and planet was doomed to die. The truth of seeing it for herself was difficult. Yet their program was a success. They had been saved, what little of their species was left had been salvaged. They could continue anew. And this filled her with joy. It was strange, to feel so much joy with so much suffering. She smiled and nodded to the Noras. Such a creature! And such variety she had seen already. The one they called a Neko was so large! And the ones who had discovered their signal, the human and the Goonta were so small! She saw creatures as large as the Neko covered in fur with ferocious jaws they called a Fanacta. 

    "We cannot, or should not revive the rest of the Seed for some time." The Noras explained through the translator. 

    "I understand." She replied. "They are all- All of the capsules have survived?" She had been trained for this too. To be the ambassador for her species. The only one in the entire universe to be awake. 

    The Noras smiled brightly, "Yes. Remarkably."

    "We are more than fortunate." Tasvera said, mostly to herself but the translator read back her sentence regardless. 

    The Noras hummed and nodded, "We are just grateful to have found you and your facilities still functioning. It is still early on, but we have a rough plan of action for the future. Or would you rather rest before starting?" 

    "I have rested enough." Tasvera said, finally pulling some humor from her situation she allowed herself to laugh.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

    "Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Kikata asked to Nichole as the entire crew now gathered in the community quarters, each glued to their own computers. 

    "Oh, I'm fine." She said, sitting off to the side of the human balcony. 

    "What color hair should I pick?" Atrix asked. 
  
    "If I pick a magic guy do I have to wear a dress?" Richard asked. 

    "It's called a robe." Issac said. "And probably not, I don't know." 

    Richard frowned, "No I think I'm going with the huntsman alignment." 

    Atrix bit her lip and lifted her computer up to face the human balcony, "What do you think of this look?" She asked, it seemed to be an open question but her eyes were glued to Issac. Her character was a melee aligned character like Issac's, but with more attributes into agility and medium armor. She did sort of resemble Atrix in a way, but her hair was blonde and her eyes dark brown. 

    "It looks good, Atrix." Issac said. 

    "Ohh! Yeah so pretty." Kikata added. "Maybe I'll go with blonde-" She gasped, "Oh look. I can have pink hair! Oh definitely pink." She smiled as she added the finishing touches to her characters appearance "Issac what's the difference between soul magic and earth magic?" 

    "Uh." He started, "Soul magic is like summoning demons and leeching life from people. Earth magic is stuff like fire and ice." 

    "Oh. Earth it is." Kikata said with a nod. 

    "I've plotted our leveling route after some research." Grace said, her screen and avatar displayed over the human balcony, "We will start by doing this figure eight loop of quest missions in Turnock Forest until we reach level five. Then we actually skip the quest missions in Farseer Fields until level eight. We just kill monsters while working on the early stages of our crafting fields. We won't miss any important quest chains, we don't start any of those until level ten." 

    "Yes captain." Richard said with a smirk. He shared a wide eyed grin with Kikata. They had seen bits and pieces of Grace's newfound intelligence and sentience but having her play games with them and actually try to lead them was astonishing. 

    "Can I be?" Grace asked, her avatar beaming a wide smile. 

    "Be what?" Richard asked, glancing to Issac. 

    "Captain. Or in this game I think it's called Guild Leader, but you can change the rank titles." She continued. 

    Kikata and Richard looked to Issac. "Yes. Of course you can, Grace." He said, "This game was your idea, after all." 

    "Oh, wow!" Grace exclaimed. 

    "Hey, I'm in. Do you see me?" Atrix said. Her character, named Iamuna, jumped around in the virtual forest. 

    "Yes, I do." Issac said, running over towards her with Flying Grace closely following. After another fifteen minutes their small party gathere in the Turnock Forest. General Deathdealer, the tall and muscular human with plain chain mail shirt and pants with a longsword strapped to his back. Flying Grace, the dark haired human with a flowing white dress and a slender staff. Iamuna, the blonde haired human with brown leather clothes and a single short sword swinging off her hip. Then there was Kiki, an elf with light skin and pink hair dressed in a green dress with a staff that looked like a tree branch. And finally Riri, a name accepted with a sigh and a shake of the head by Richard, an elf with green skin and long blue hair equipped with a bow and quiver. 

    "Well that only took two hours." Issac said, taking the last bite of a sandwich he had prepared while the others created their characters. "Okay Grace. Lead on." 

    And so Grace, now Flying Grace led. The party went forth, first hunting deer and rabbits, which was followed by hunting wolves and bears. They collected bits of stolen goods from a Shrewdian camp and uncovered a troll spy in the villages inn. For nearly three hours they laughed and panicked then laughed some more while Grace kept them strictly following her plotted out agenda. They moved out of the starting zone and into the Farseer Fields where they slaughtered creatures called "Barklonds" in their mining camps until they reached level eight. 

    On their way crossing the plains, passing by quest missions that Grace assured were not necessary, a dark figure emerged on a hill in front of them. 

    "An enemy player?" Grace asked as if shocked. 

    "Is that good or bad?" Richard asked, his character jumping up and down. 

    "Let's fight it!" Atrix said with a grin, her character already swinging her sword. 

    "He or she is too high level." Issac said, "We'd get killed." 

    "Oh." Atrix said, frowning with disappointment. 

    "We'll have to circle a route around them." Grace decided. Her character ran off to the west, and the others followed. 

    "It's following us!" Richard said after a few minutes of zigzagging through the hills, Grace was careful not to crest any of them. 

    "Where? I don't see it." Kikata said, a mixture of panic and excitement filling her voice. 

    "I can see them on my map. I've got that ability that lets me see enemies." Richard explained. 

    Suddenly hell was unleashed upon them as purple, smoldering balls rained down upon them. The party was badly wounded by the high level attack, but still running. "Quick, over here!" Grace said, taking them to an abandoned barn house. "Run circles around the house while I-" She cried out in frustration as Riri fell dead. 

    "Shit. I died." Richard said with a laugh. 

    Flying Grace worked hard to heal the remaining party members but her life force was running low. "Keep running circles to stay away from the player." She commanded, managing to just stay out of the line of sight of the blackened robed assailant. 

    "What the heck. I've lost control of my character!" Kikata exclaimed as her avatar ran off away from the abandoned barn into the line of sight of the enemy player. "Aw! Kiki no!" Kikata cried out as her character fell to the grass after a black bolt struck her. 

    Flying Grace, General Deathdealer, and Iamuna were all that remained. Deathdealer and Imamuna trying to stay on the opposite side of the barn as the enemy player, while Grace stood behind an outhouse where she avoided damage and healed when she could. Though their time was running short, as it seemed the enemy player was simply too powerful to escape from, let alone beat. Iamuna fell next, then a beast crawled from the ground and chased down Flying Grace next. Somewhere between amused and frustrated General Deathdealer ran from his shelter and charged at the player, he did not get very far. 

    "Dangit!" Grace groaned, her avatar frowning. "What a jerk comes here and kills low level characters. I read about this on the forums once." 

    There was laughing from across the balcony. They all looked over to Nichole who had stood up from her seat and was laughing with her arms raised over her head. 

    "What are you-" Kikata started, her eyes lowering to see that she had not noticed Nichole had pulled out her own computer and mouse, "Wait, that was you?!" 

    "Yup!" Nichole said, still laughing. "I must admit, you survived a lot longer than I thought you would." 

    "You play this game?" Richard asked in disbelief. 

    "Well I used to play more, with my ex-boyfriend. But when I saw you guys playing I couldn't resist." She explained. 

    "You're so good!" Atrix said. 

    "Nah, not really. Just max leveled is all." She laughed, "This character is old baggage anyway. I'll make a new one to play with you guys!" 

    Grace's frustration melted, "Great!" 

    Richard sighed and shook his head, "The whole damn ship is playing Spirit Quest." 

    Kikata smiled, "Hey. Better than sitting around all day doing nothing." 
Nova Force Season 2: Episode 7 Part 4
Okay, I know it's been a while and I can't promise quick updates yet. But here's the end of Episode 7. 
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Kikata and Richard Smexy Times: By Berggie by Ginbug
Kikata and Richard Smexy Times: By Berggie
An intimate piece by the great :iconberggie: . Richard soaking in the view of his giant girlfriend, Kikata. Don't worry, he's in experienced hands. Though things might get a little wet. 
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I'm bored and wasting time between slow writing and real life stuff. So, ask me anything and i'll answer just about anything aside from details about my personal identity. You can ask about stories, characters, whatev's. 

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I am a photographer by trade...but under this name I write stories :D. I don't take it too seriously, most of the chapters are the first draft ^^;. I feel I get a lot of joy being able to express the impossible things that can happen in my mind.

This is :iconberggie: 's picture as part of our Art trade, I love it!
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vorebound Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for checking out my gallery and faving some things. If you like what you see, would you consider adding me to your watchlist?
I appreciate the support!

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Have an awesome day!
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MrTenma Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, you still around?
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Ginbug Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
sorta, what's up
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Apeiron-MACRO Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav :D
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CrushedBoyWonder Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2014
thanks
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EmBeRNaGa Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the favorite on my Entry - Elin And Nxymay Ravaging 'Dat City drawing! Very much appreciated.

I can't believe people like my stuff. It makes me so happy! *sniff*
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lild1227 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav Hug 
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BongoSkillz Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2014  Student Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the Fave!!! :D:):D:):D:):D
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Hangry-Female Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for fav! :D
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