Destiny

Knowing that her own sexual energy would cycle onto itself and release its self in a shower of electric sparks, she continued walking until she reached her quarters, blowing out a long breath thru her swollen lips as she crossed thru the doorway.

As she thought more of what Xhalax was doing, Talis found herself groaning again. Talis slowly began to run her hands over her stomach, working her way up to her breasts. Moaning, she couldn't help but to fondle her sensitive breasts. Unbeknownst to her, she wasn't alone. Andromeda caught Rommie spying on her and Xhalax earlier, and decided to see what the fuss was all about.

Talis continued her groping of her breasts, moaning at the thought of Xhalax. "No.....I need to clear my head." She thought, as she got up and walked towards the bathroom with her hands off her body. She made her way to the shower and turned it on, checking the temp before stepping in. When the water was nice and warm, just the way she liked it, she didn't bother to strip off the thin layer of grey workout and protective clothing because she wasn’t just there to wash but also to clear her mind. She sighed, as she began to peel off her outer layer before stepping into the stall. Talis placed her head under the spray of the water, getting her hair nice and wet as the warm water splashed over her body, those arousing feelings returned and she quickly found herself wanting to caress her body again.

She reached for the soap and began to lather her chest and breasts. As her hand passed over her nipples, they began to harden, as she caressed her upper body, she found it harder not to moan. She shook her head again and leaned against the wall, groaning. "I mustn't do this, I came here to clear my mind. I need to wash." She sighed, as she began.

She shook her head, fighting away the images of Xhalax and went back to washing. Her hands worked their way past her breasts, over her smooth stomach, to her enclosed aroused sex. Slowly, she rubbed her hands over her wet pussy. Moaning again, she shook it off images as quickly as she could. As her soapy hands continued to caress her sex, the image of Xhalax on her bed, masturbating was getting Talis hotter. "No....I can do this." she thought, moving past her pussy and down her legs. After sufficiently lathering up, she slowly began to rinse away the soap. The more the warm water hit her body, the need grew until she didn’t care anymore. Talis pealed off the soaked grey clothing, finally releasing her sensitive skin to the warm spray.

Slowly, her hand made its way to her wet sex, lightly rubbing her clit. Talis let out a long, deep moan as her fingers rubbed her hard nub. She leaned back in the shower, relishing in the feelings she was getting from her pussy. She was panting heavy now, as it has been too long since she felt this good. Not satisfied with just playing with her clit, she dipped a finger deep inside. She moaned, not caring at this point if she should or not. It didn't take long before all four of her fingers were working themselves in and out of her moist and aroused pussy. Talis was panting and moaning harder, her fingers sliding effortlessly in her soaked pussy. All Talis could think of was Xhalax, of her on her bed doing the same as she is now.

‘Ohhhh...godddeddssss……..Enlaneeeeee.’ she thought as she neared her orgasm. Moaning, she cried out Xhalax's name as her orgasm overtook her. With her body shaking, Talis continued onto a long mind-blowing orgasm. After what seemed to a blissful eternity, she finished and nearly collapsed in the shower. ‘Godssssssss.... I miss you.’ she thought, picking up her clothes and tossing them onto the couch, as she made her way back to her bed on shaky legs. When she reached the bed, she didn't bother to dry off, as she collapsed exhausted and completely satisfied.


Trance knew, as she moved towards the access panel, where exactly this would lead. Already having indirect help from Harper, she knew it was the only way to by-pass Commander Rel, whom was taking post. Dropping thru the ceiling she stood in the doorway of the bedroom was as far as Trance dared to go. She knew of Talis' external defense system…invisible but always on. Trance opened her right hand; on her palm was a box that fitted comfortably on it. Lifting the top, the tiny light softly illuminated Talis’ body on the bed without waking her. Talis was asleep on her belly, the sheet semi wrapped around her lower bach and her bum was uncovered, that always made Trance smile. Talis’ dark hair was half spread on the pillow and her face, almost buried between the pillow that her head rested on and the extra pillow she was hugging. Trance took her time looking over Talis’ body, the strong female shoulders and the defined muscular arms. Talis’ own lineage tattoo...the winged horse with its singular spiral horn on its forehead on her right shoulder blade.

The firm, high bum that was the only rival with Tyr’s. Trance was surprised that she would be sleeping nude, her first layer of garments draped over a piece of a chair, most likely washed in the shower. Her uniform draped over the couch, Trance glanced behind her to double check, yup. Her boots were next to the couch. She went bach to gazing at the Shadowrychë, the long legs akimbo; her calves and feet uncovered.

Trance’s heart started to beat faster, when Talis rolled partly the other way, her face now illuminated instead of the bach of her head. Trance lowered the light to her hip, enough to still see Talis, but without its rays shinning on her face. The small firm breasts, with their pink nipples and areolas were uncovered as well as her toned stomach and almost to the mid point of Talis’ trimmed dark groin fur, her bent leg hiding the rest of Talis’s sex from sight. Slightly raising the light from hip to chest level, Trance gazed at Talis’ sleeping face, thru the dark hair that lay haphazard against her face that was slightly lighter in color than her eyebrows and her closed lashes. Even with the protective mask, one could tell the relax state the Shadowrychë was in. Trance guessed that Talis continued to perfect her mask.

Trance sucked in a breathe, when she noticed a love bite on Talis’ unlined side of her neck. Tears began to well up in Trance’s eyes, even though she knew logically it was stupid to cry, but she couldn’t help herself. Knowing and having evidence are two different matters. She hurried to brush the wet trails off her cheeks, trying to make as little noise as possible, when Talis fully rolled onto her bach, making Trance’s fear leap into her throat. Cupping her hand around the tiny box plunged both women into total blackness, as she waited for some sort of reaction. The long minutes passed, as Trance was certain that Talis slept on, she knew she had pressed her luck far enough. She slowly bached out of the room, to the opened access panel in the ceiling. Firmly closing the box, Trance bent her legs and jumped up thru the opening. Returning the panel to its original spot. She crawled thru, until she came to another different juncture then the one she entered. Softly sliding out to face an amazed Harper.

“Well Trance I never knew you were so interested into skulking around. Are you looking for the Mighty-Wonderful-and-Always-Delicious Harper?”

“Very funny Harper.”

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Talis slept soundly in her fortress. While taking her personal training, she had learned the skill of meditation, and while she would not call her self an expert in any means, practice had always made the mediation easier to call upon. In her mind’s fortress, as always in her rest period, was made out of a black crystal, solid and seamless with Genesis, Xhalax, her parents and her children inside. She slept unaware of the personal dramas around her.


“Yesyesyesyesyes…..don’t STOP…….soooooo clooooooseeeee!!!!!” Harper nearly screamed at the top of his lungs.

*Smack…smack… smack…smack* the hand hit hard against the flushed cheeks. Tyr had stopped his thrusting.

“TYR!!” Harper wailed, “What is that for? Come on…MOVE!!”

“That” *smack…smack…smack…smack…smack* “is for what you’ve been thinking.” Tyr replied.

“How the hell would you know what I’ve been…?” Harper groaning as he thrusted bach on Tyr’s shaft.

*Smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack…smack* Harper howled as his cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

“Do not think I am stupid Seamus. You gave some serious thoughts to that Shadowrychë.”

“Tyr, I enjoy flirting with women. Hell, before you it was all about women with a few exceptions.” Harper explained.

Tyr stood perfectly still, taking in Harper’s long, lean and sweaty bach. The medium shade of red and pink of his abused posterior, the way it enhanced the darkness of his skin on his shaft, which is still firmly being held between his cheeks. Raising his right eyebrow at Harper, who was looking behind him at Tyr, Harper he grinned.

“Maybe for a few moments I thought about it.” *smack…smack…smack* he howled again, as Tyr began to softly caress Harper’s abused ass after his last swatting.

“Do ya think you could forgive me for the thoughts?” Harper put on his best sweet innocent face, and gave another glance at Tyr, who continued to gently soothe his warm firm abused bottom. Tyr looked at his mate’s sweet face, as an evil arrogant look returned upon it. He grinded his already hard shaft deeper inside Harper’s body, until Harper buried his face in the pillow. His body shaking with each returning thrust, bringing the two men quickly closer to their orgasms. A quick bout of controlled violence heightened their lovemaking. Tyr growled deeper in his throat, at this new thought, filing it away for another time, before returning to the task at hand….or shaft to be precise.

“OhhhhhgodohgodddddohhhhhgodddddddyesyesyesyesYESYESYESYES!”

Bodies orgasmed hard, long and sharp. The echoing cries bounced off the bedroom walls, sweat rolled down the bachs and throats of all, as their bodies felt as if they were floating down rivers of blissful emotions. The melding of bodies in the afterglow has the undertones of contentment and very briefly of joining, a future, and an undecided future. Arms held each other; feeling the sweaty bodies cool, soothing brushes of warm lips trace the brows of another. Encouraging, teasing and content words spoken as the endless night of space continued. In the comfortable minutes that followed, only then did lovers and mates speak of what is truly on their minds.

“What do you think of the Ou’kaourians?” Beka asked her dark blonde Herculean god.

“They are a closed group but given the circumstances, I don’t blame them.” he replied.

“You don’t find it strange that they are unknown to us, the Commonwealth and in its own weird way a link to Trance.” Beka asked, with a puzzled look.

“Yes I find it strange, it wouldn’t be the first time Trance has influenced the outcome of our adventures. ‘A perfect possible future’ is all the answer we are going to get from her. IF we any resemblance of an answer.” Dylan said with a slight smirk.

“Trance acts like it was pretty intimate, but Talis acts like it was and surely its over in her eyes; yet there is some strange underline current between them.” Beka said, thinking of the way Trance reacted earlier.

“There is an underline current between them all. I don’t know if we will get all of the interdynamics of the Cabal squad.” Dylan said as he sat up.

“Captain, the hour is now thirteen-fifteen. You wanted a reminder as we still have a few hours before we reach Chiaotzu system.” Andromeda said, appearing before them.

“On our way.” Beka said as she got up, tossing Dylan his pants.

“On my way.” Dylan said, smiling at Beka as he began to dress.

Both crews convened on the bridge again. Shortly after, Andromeda appeared on screen. "Captain, incoming message." She said, looking at Talis and if she could, blushed. Dylan walked towards the screen, "Open channel." Andromeda paused, "It's addressed to Chancellor Xhalax." Xhalax looked at Talis and shrugged. "Uh, put it through." Xhalax said, stepping forward. Dylan stepped back, looking a little surprised by the situation.

A voice comes through the comm, “We regret that at this moment Dayci and Karri have at this point; refused to continue on in the negotiations you’ve have set with their governments. I’m sorry Chancellor Xhalax; there is a higher B.4.E on you five.” Xhalax looked at Talis and sighed. "I knew this might happen." Talis stated in an even tone.

Harper looked at Xhalax, "Uh, what is B.4.E?" Xhalax smiled slightly, "B.4.E stands for Bid For Elimination. Means there’s a price on our heads."

“Four thousand Jadrad’s for the Cabals, Eight thousand for Xhalax and twenty million for you Talis. The next course of action is up to you. A disappearance wouldn’t hurt until things cool down and we find out whom got to the governments on Dayci and Karri to change their minds on the new alliance.” end transmission. The room got quiet.

“That is quite a price tag on all of yours head.” Tyr pointed out. “You will have every bounty hunter, any one with a grudge, hell, any one who can operate a craft and gun coming out of the woodwork.” Harper continued with the obvious.

“For that amount of money I wouldn’t be surprised if Niamh did me in while I slept.” Talis grinned.

“Pardon?” Rommie asked as the Ou’kaourians chuckled.

“Niamh is one of my children. She does have her eye on a pair of paarden in a wonderful shade of pink.” Talis said, smirking and almost chuckling.

“Well you do have all that open acreage, anyone would love to have. And she does have this obsession with the paarden.” Commander Rel pointed out.

“As she should have.” Talis grinned.

“This obsession she might follow thru; although to reseq at her age will hurt.”

“Reseq?” Tyr asked, unfamiliar with the term.

“Our world people can sequence and resequence certain genes; it is done when a person has completed the basics in schooling and training. When they have decided on a career. Either way, its painful.” Lieutenant Tenc explained.

“Have you?” Tyr softly asked.

“No I haven’t. It isn’t the Shadowrychë way.” Talis stated with obvious pride.

“So then it can be assumed that the rest of your squad has been?” Tyr said, impressed by these newcomers.

“Yes including the Chancellor. The Shadowrychë have already been enhanced to be the best survivors, it is the Primogenitor’s desire. While the Ou’kaourians admire that quality so they in turned, started to modify themselves but like it was already stated, after training and schooling. In our line of work, we have to be the best. Even then, it is hard to compete with the Captain. There are a few things she can do we couldn’t.” Lieutenant Rylanar told them.

“Wait….are you saying that….that bubble that you arrived in, we pulled you into our ship…..that was Talis’ doing?” Beka gasped.

“Yes.” Xhalax proudly stated.

“There is more to you than meets the eye.” Tyr stated.

“Hey, could you introduce new DNA for something you don’t have? Like bone-blades?” Harper asked, curious about whether it was possible or not.

“Yes, our geneticist would work with the sequence to incorporate it and then active the sequence in the person’s DNA.” Talis with a grin.

“Could you explain what your mask is made of? Could I see it?” Harper asked, “Purely for an engineering point of view.”

“I can give you a piece of it. The mask itself does not come off ever. The material is called Duranilite, a new element since it’s bio-engineered.” Talis dug thru one of her smallest pockets to bring out a four by five inch square. She walked over to Harper, placing in his palm.

“So, it isn’t nanobot technology?” Harper

“No, its a man-made combined fabric, so that it can respond to a person’s thoughts and commands; if you asked it, it will turn different colours, shapes, thickness and so forth.” Talis stated, lightly touching her mask with her fingertip.

Harper and Rommie examined the fabric, turning into colours and shapes.

“Harper, its not a pet…give it here!” Beka demanded.

“You said your face is never bare?” Dylan asked, amazed by the fact.

“Correct, the last time was at birth and only then for a few minutes.” Talis stated, with a smile.

“What about showering and sleeping?” Dylan again asked, curious.


“My mask is always on; it is a part of me like an arm or a leg. No one has seen my bare face.” Talis commented, looking at the Andromeda crew.

“What if you went on some planet that wouldn’t understand…” Dylan asked her, still amazed by her answers thus far.

Talis spoke a few soft-spoken commands and the mask changed, blending the already thin edges to fade into the jaw and into the hairline of her face. The heritage lines disappearing altogether, stunning both crews.

“Put it bach!” commanded the Ou’kaourians and Trance. Talis obligated them, in a few brief seconds she looked like her self.

“I can feel the harshest spark to the softest caress, rain, tears. The mask doesn’t stop me from feeling nor does it stop me from expressing myself.” Talis explained and then crossed her eyes, scrunching her face up making Harper and Beka grin.

“Does it grow with you or do you replace them?” Rommie

“Now the mask grows with the Shadowrychë. Before, they were replaced when the person out grew the old one. Most either chooses a flesh-tone to wear all the time or for others, in case of some battles.” Talis’ face turned a dull gunmetal grey, making the heritage lines stand out even more. Trance and Xhalax gasped at Talis’ newest appearance. Then she asked her mask to turn bach to normal, both women let out a sigh of relief.

The ship shifted suddenly, tossing every one almost to the floor.

“Andromeda report!” Dylan said, straightening himself up.

“Fourteen small fighter ships have appeared on the port side. The only message is that they come for the B.4.E.” her reply.

“Twenty million Talis, seems to be more than just your daughter interested.” Tyr stated with some arrogance.

Talis chuckled, “This does keep one on one’s toes.” She grinned at Tyr.

“Andromeda deploy defensive kinetic kill missiles. One thru twenty. NOW!” Dylan ordered, looking at Rommie.

“Deploying DM-5 standard defensive kinetic kill missiles, Aye Captain.” Rommie replied, quickly doing as ordered.


Beka jumped into the pilot’s chair while Tyr manned his station; together they were able to destroy the small fleet.

“Well, I have to give it to Sayid, he didn’t make my life go from simply complicated to infinitely complicated in relatively a short time span. Then again, I expected as so. We can buy sometime for peace by going to Shinhan Cluster.” Talis simply said.

Xhalax looked shocked at Talis’ suggestion, “That place is forbidden to all non-Shadowrychë.” Xhalax stated, knowing full well Talis knew that too.

“True; for the right circumstances they will allow the Andromeda and guests to visit. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.” Talis said as she made her way to contact them.

Coordinating the proper coordinates with Lieutenant Rylanar, gave Talis the time needed with Andromeda's communications to allow her to contact the Aralias world. She needed to explain the current situation. "This is Talis Circe, I need to talk to you about approaching the planet." Talis told the person on Aralias. There was silence, then she got her answer. "This is the planet Aralias, what seems to be the problem?" A voice said to her.

After explaining what had occurred, coupled with Talis’ presence, allowed the Andromeda and Ou’kaourians permission to an otherwise sacred planet.


When they came within visual range, Talis asked Andromeda to open a channel to the planet. When they received a response, Talis put on her best non-expressive face to address the person.

A man appeared on the screen "I am Karel Magnus, it's an honor to meet you." Talis smiled slightly at the comment, "Thank you, as I am honored to meet you. I have a small request." Magnus looked at her, "We shall see if we can oblige it." Talis smiled again. "Thank you. I request permission to come down to the planet with some new allies." After saying that, Magnus’ face changed, "You do know this is a sacred place, forbidden for outsiders..." Talis interrupted him.

“It is in my right to invite all down to Aralias. I would request Captain Dylan Hunt, Beka Valentine, Tyr Anasazi and Mister Harper to join myself, Chancellor Xhalax and my Cabal squad to be presented by the Shadowrychë.” Talis told the person on the screen, looking at the Andromeda crew.

“On behalf of the Andromeda crew…we accept. Rommie, you are in charge.” Dylan told her with a smile.

“Aye Captain.” Rommie said, standing proudly.