Time for a little break...
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Shi'ar Space, Andromeda Galaxy.
Majestor D’Ken fumed silently. His sister Lilandra had escaped capture again. ‘What do I have to do to get rid of her? She has been separated from her base of power, her bodyguard has been killed to a man and yet she still eludes Me.’ he looked about his chamber and finally Oracle of the Imperial Guard caught his attention.
“Oracle I have a task for you.”
“I am yours to command Majestor.” She bowed low. The mad emperor grunted.
“Starbolt you will join her.” D’Ken smiled when he saw the Imperial Guardsman almost lose his composure. He knew the two were lovers. This way he guaranteed the safety of his telepath and he also made sure that there would be someone to carry out the execution order. ‘Lilandra must die.’
The alien energy being inclined his head in obedience and joined his lover as she left to carry out the Majestor’s wishes.
*What is our mission?* he inquired.
*The Majestor wants his sister dead.* she replied telepathically.
*I agree. We do our duty. We have sworn an oath, and our home worlds are held hostage to our complete obediance.*
*…* he didn’t like it, but he agreed.
The two made their way to a ship of the line and boarded. Word had been sent ahead. Ship Praetor Alake met them on the bridge. He bowed, “I have been placed under your command.”
“Our destination is the S’Kra. That was the last reported sighting of Lilandra.”
Praetor Alake bowed again and issued the appropriate orders.
Shi'ar Space, Andromeda Galaxy.
Border World, D’Lria.
Orbital Casino, Pleasure District.
“Ooooooohhhh! That’s the spot Boytoy. Don’t…stop…don’t…ever…stop…” the rest of Faith’s sentence was muffled as she screamed into her pillow; Xander smiled at his wife and did his thing. She was putty in his hands; and well she should after more than three decades, he knew his mate’s every response.
“Let it ride…” Tony shouted as he sipped an alien fruity and most definitely, a perception altering substance laden drink. Unfortunately for the casino, Tony’s internal bio-nanite fleet made short work of the substance. Tony had been experimenting with nanite technology, and since he required a lot less sleep than he used to he was able to master Kree-nanite engineering in a few days and had gone beyond anything they thought of doing. The bio-nanite in his bloodstream was one example.
“You won…again…” the pretty alien girl hanging on his arm looked at fortune in galactic credits and could not believe this humanoid’s luck. He was attractive and he knew how to have fun. She’s been hanging off his arm for most of the night, and it looked like it might pay-off big.
“This…is now officially boring…” he turned to the beautiful creature on his arm and asked, “What else do you do for fun on this tin can of vice?”
“I can think of a few things…” she then whispered for about a minute into his ears. Her breath sending delightful shivers up and down his spine.
“That-that actually sounds like fun…” he signaled the Pit Boss that he was done for the night.
The boss came over and took care of Tony’s winnings and made sure that it was properly calculated. The being frowned, ‘There’s enough here to by a small planet…’
“Oh by the way, take a one percent tip for yourself and a one percent tip for the rest of the staff. The service here’s excellent.” Tony smiled as JARVIS took over for him.
“That was nice of him.” The game operator told the Pit Boss.
“That was smart you mean…” replied Br’ner the Pit Boss
“How so?” asked the operator.
“These tips guaranty his winnings are properly taken care off and that the next time he’s here we would treat him as if he was Majestor D’Ken himself.
Oren thought about what Br’ner told him and agreed. The tip had been enough to make the Pit Boss retire if he so wished and paid off the mortgage on his dwelling. It would make a nice nest egg if he decided to sell it and settle down somewhere on the planet below. “Smart.”
They both nodded as the red headed Cind’ra took the male away to make sure that she too would get her fair share of the fortune made today. Br’ner watched as her hips swayed back and forth. With an effort he shook off the hypnotic influence the woman swaying hips and went back to work. He was thinking about retirement when he decided to stay on. If this humanoid Stark decided to come back again, he just might double his fortune. He would wait until the ship that brought him to the Pleasure Station left before he made that decision.
“What are you thinking of my love?” Una asked her lover while they cuddled in his bed.
“I’m thinking about how fortunate a man I am when I was taken prisoner by these people.”
“Why do you say that?” she asked.
“Because of it bonded you to me love. If I wasn’t taken prisoner and then chosen as an Ambassador for these people by Yon-Rogg, then I would still be fighting against the treacherous dog for the honor of your company.”
Una giggled when he accurately described the Kree-Lar’s commanding officer, “He is an abhorrent individual. I must thank Ambassador Stark properly for what he has done for us.” Una rolled over Mar-Vell and kissed his cheek, “Are you rested enough to continue?” she nuzzled his neck.
Mar-Vell rolled her over and took charge of the situation presented to him by his lover. He started by kissing her beautiful eyes and trailed gentle kisses down her face on his way to her more sensetive spots.