Galaxy: Milky Way
System Cluster: 34 Tauri
Solar System: Bai Hu
Level: middle orbit
Continent / Ocean: N/A
Nation / Territory: N/A
State / Province: N/A
County / Prefecture: N/A
City / Town / Village: N/A
Structure: the Firefly "Persephone"
Time Frame: Past
TNH Verse Year: 2517
Local Date: 2517 _ _* This thread picks up where Bumping In left off.
We took the Firefly
, still in need of repairs, back up out of orbit to make a few laps near the middle layer of the magnetosphere as we conversed and planned our collective move...
I could sense each of their gifts, but only knew through feelings that their complimentary dependencies and weaknesses existed and would reveal themselves in time. One of us had a calming effect on all that was around us, and that might have helped to hold our old-model starship-stationwagon together. Another was very gifted academically, and had probably already started mentally crunching those probability numbers, weighing what had transpired against what most likely would, and what, then, most likely should
. The third one that had my attention was the one who had a hearty plethora of special warfare strongpoints; aspects that made him even more of a formidable adversary in some situations than me
. I wondered if he would exploit those, as it seemed highly transparent that he was well aware of them all. The last person I continued to juggle in my mind and balance with all of the others had an impressively learned background like the second, but what had my attention most was the uncanny ability to practically function as a living bone density scanner, amongst other things. This, too, of course, could be easily exploited, and perhaps even used to eavesdrop or non-invasively spy about the inner workings of my rather unique ship. It certainly wouldn't take long, if that was the case, as it was only the size of a small house; barely big enough to cram in a few dozen people, and until I knew them better, I had to be on my politicking and guard.
As I released all I had into Nyria each of those first few nights in Albion
's middle orbit, I breathed in all she
was, and let my eyelids rest over their orbs, and my head in the Companion
's kissing cradle. It was easier to go to the Astral entwined so peacefully with her. Like none I could recall before
her, she resisted me nought; not even in the slightest. I dreamt of being in conflicted situations, of fighting and arguing non-stop, and of what I always considered worst, but I stirred in her arms, and awoke at a respectable hour, still in her full-body embrace; the flesh of her practiced envelope was still balancing out all of my Yang.
We took turns sucking on each other's tongues, comforting ourselves mutually with the science and art of touch, along with those of our many other senses. I was not surprised to find how well versed she was in each new technique and philosophy I tested her with. Our eyes narrowing toward one another, we both fought the ghosts of dimples and smirks; our eyes somehow simultaneously predatory, but in a most agreeable way. She could tell I was reading and sensing her in ways she did not fully possess, but it didn't seem to bother her; perhaps it was just part of her training not
to be bothered.
I let the others wake up on their own, and began preparing a break-fast as Nyria
went to the neck-borne private quarters each of them now enjoyed, to tidy and freshen up. 'They'd better like Paleo,'
I half-smirked to myself, for if they didn't
, it was too bad; the entirely-Paleo ingredients were already mixing and steaming in the cooking pan I stirred.