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....and the heroic saga continues.
... Indeed the saga does go on. But there are no defined heroes yet rbijon my love And... tea in Oxford so far sounds good 
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ALIEN EARTH
[2]
Prefect Audin walked through the catacombs of citadel Paris, two silver stars on each collar, a green uniform and red cape to show his superior authority. He was followed by one of his captains until they reached two soldiers who stood to attention on either side of a cell door. One of the soldiers pressed a button for the cell door to slide open, allowing the officers inside. There was a naked young woman kneeling and dirty with her wrists strapped behind her by a tight leather strap. There was also a tight leather strap around her neck, the tightness controlled by a fat eunuch wearing only uniform trousers. The force used eunuchs because they had no preference for sex and they did not mind applying torture when commanded. The woman looked downwards. The prefect grinned and put his knee length boot on her head to lift it. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Why did you take me from my husband? He is a soldier. If he finds out I’m here he will...”
“He will what? As far as he knows you are missing.” The prefect replied. “You stink, too long with the other prisoners in that cell.” He knelt before her, taking her chin in his hands. “You know what I need to know. If you want freedom, give me the answers.” He stared into her blue eyes. “Well, who or what is Chyrops?” She remained silent and he gave a nod to the eunuch to tighten the collar which hurt and made her choke, then he released. “I hate it when my prisoners don’t co-operate. I show no fucking mercy. You are pregnant to your husband. Think of your unborn child.”
“You will never let me see my husband again even if I give you information. What option do I have? A mother and her child thousands of kilometres away from her husband fighting your war.”
“Tell me who or what is Chyrops?”
“I can’t. It is a secret.” She replied. The prefect let go of her chin and looked down at her. Yet another no hope for information. Once again he thought about this secret that was becoming deadly in his hands. He looked at the eunuch running his fingers through the young woman’s hair with unintentional tenderness.
“Have her flayed until she is dead.” The prefect gave his orders as always with all of his victims. The young woman cried hysterically for mercy as the prefect and captain left the cell. The two officers made their way through the catacombs to an escalator that took them to a balcony atop of the fortress. Prefect Audin turned to his captain. “What do you see Mearin?” He asked his junior ranking officer. Mearin looked out at part of the Paris citadel with part of the Eiffel tower missing in view, destroyed by a Mech many years ago.
“I see our citadel sir.” Mearin replied.
“And what have you noticed over the past four years that has become significant?”
“The Mecha have not attacked.”
“There are twelve of them to every one of our force units. Man and weapons. We can now destroy their cities and slow them down from producing themselves.” He smiled at his subordinate. “Do you know why Mearin?”
“No sir.”
“Neither do I. But I know one thing for sure, Chyrops is behind it all, whatever the fucker is.”
The Paris citadel general Lincal put his best prefect Audin to work on the mystery of the Chyrops. Several free females began to talk of such a thing promising a ‘brand new world’. Some females had reported to have joined the free settlers and clans which the force were not interested in until now. The settlers and members were free and if soldiers killed them thinking they were Mecha slaves then it was an accident. The same kind of accident Zaff was going to make against Sila. Audin had an idea that Chyrops was influenced or vice versa by females. He had killed almost ten women for holding back information. He was a cruel inhumane man, like most prefects in the force. His intellectual mind set on finding answers using barbaric methodology.
Prefect Audin sat at his office desk, Captain Mearin at another desk across the room checking data on his computer. There was a beep and a message appeared on Audin’s screen. It was unbelievable news of the Mecha releasing their slaves at a city just a hundred or so kilometres away. It was estimated that about six thousand people, men women and children were thrown out of the city without nomadic status with the drones ahead of them to kill off troops and free humans. Something was happening, and the general wanted to know. So did Audin himself.
Four hundred troops and carriers with twenty missile carriers and both Audin and Mearin were ready to go and investigate. Audin made no provision for the freed slaves. They had to fend for themselves and become settlers and eventually free slaves, but it was another chance to bombard the Mecha city that wiped out six hundred troops in his attacking forces more than four years ago.
“Get me that information prefect.” The general ordered in his huge office. “You know what I need to know. Even amongst the freed slaves there maybe someone who can tell us about Chyrops.”
Audin saluted, right arm held out. “Sir, I will find this thing even if it kills me.”
“Be careful Audin what you wish for.”
Within half a day before the summer nightfall Audin reached the Mecha city. He stood in the rear of his roofless jeep and ordered it to stop, the troops and missile carriers behind him. Slaves were still fleeing the city and there were no deadly drones, even though the city could outnumber the troops from drone attack alone. Audin gave orders for a full missile assault on the city. Each carrier armed with twelve missiles. The destruction of the Mecha city began without any defensive fire. “What is wrong with you bastards?” Audin shouted. “Show me some force you Mecha trash!”
Lancas and Zaff returned to their tent with their quota of boar. It tasted good. The best boar Lancas had tasted in years, although Zaff did not like the meat that much. “You know my lad, this is good stuff.” Lancas began to explain something further that bothered him. “I checked the boar out before they skinned it and started spit roasting it, and do you know what I found?” Zaff shuck his head waiting for another surprise revelation from his comrade commander. “There were no flesh wounds, meaning that it wasn’t hunted.”
Suddenly Zaff’s young ears picked up the sounds of distant explosions. He stood up. “The Mecha or the force.”
“Or both.” Lancas replied unperturbed. “We are with this clan, plenty of food and plenty of women to fuck. It isn’t my war... for now.”
“No, we should go and rejoin the force; it is our duty by oath.”
“Fuck the oath! I don’t bow down to any of those generals and their prefects unless it suits me. Look at yourself Zaff since being here, you have become a man, even if your orgasm only lasted a few seconds and you had a beautiful girl at your disposal, even though I had to finish her off. I gave her an amazing orgasm she’ll never forget. Oh come on lad, grow the fuck up will you.”
“The force saved my life.” Zaff said, still edging to find the battle still raging in the distance. “How far do you think they are?”
“I was never any good at judging distance by the sounds of battle. I’ll guess twenty maybe thirty kilometres west.”
“No, the sound of battle is north.”
“Go west, it’s safer. You’ll miss all of the fun.”
Prefect Audin had sixteen fleeing slaves captured and tied in a bunch with a loop of thick leather strapping, six troops holding them. “It’s no good sir.” One of the troops said. “They speak some crazy foreign language.” Audin listened to their cries to be released and realised it was the language that the Mecha used to communicate with them. Mearin was close by and he commanded that he find an interpreter. There were always other captains fluent in Mecha. He looked at the captives, all naked and out of their aluminium cladding to stop the drones from accidentally picking up body heat that resembled a human. The force troops used vests under their uniforms to protect them, but they did not always work.
Audin wanted a ‘fair fight’ against the city, but now the city was ablaze from the number of missile attacks. Another city stunted in its expansion. A captain ran forwards to Audin and saluted. “Corbain sir, I have studied the Mech slave language.” Audin looked at him, a weak looking officer unlike Mearin, who was at least well trained and hardened to his ways. Audin moved towards the captives and his first choice was inevitably a woman in her middle age. He ordered captain Corbain to come by his side with a wave of his hand. “Sir?”
“Ask this fucking bitch who is Chyrops.” The captain did as Audin requested and the woman spoke.
“She doesn’t know, sir, never heard of them.”
Audin found a man and then a younger woman and the same replies came back to him. He looked up to the starlit sky, only lit by the full moon and there were floodlights from the carriers. Then he looked down to the ground ordering his soldiers to release the group of sixteen. He quickly turned around and opened fire with his laser gun. Each one of the captives dropping to the ground fatally wounded. “Useless bastards.” He uttered.
Lancas sat on a log in the woods slicing a fresh apple and looking up through the branches at the huge full moon. It was one of those moons that come closer to ‘the world’ in its orbit making the darkness almost diminish. Zaff joined him. “There is a strange feeling in the air. It makes me shiver, but it isn’t cold.”
“I know. I feel it too Zaff. It’s like something is wrong, going to happen and you don’t know what. Does that make sense?”
“Maybe.” Zaff replied, picking an apple from a branch. “This wood, why so many apples?”
“A long time ago it was probably an orchard. Long before I was even born on the other side of the Atlantis Ocean. Seems that this fucking war as outlived all of mankind twice maybe three times over. Some idiot built or wrote a program and...”
“A human caused all of this?” Zaff asked, now finding his comrade a strange mind of information.
“If you want to call the idiot a human, yes.” Lancas replied with a laugh and gripping Zaff’s shoulder in a jovial jesture.
“What about the woman I nearly killed, the one with the horse. Who is she?”
“Silas. What a beautiful mysterious woman she is. I’m not sure whether or not to fuck her brains out or interrogate her, perhaps both. She knows things and I want to know those things myself. I’m going stir crazy thinking about her and what she is all about. Maybe Chyrops knows.”
“Chy-rop? Who is that?” Zaff asked struggling with pronunciation.
“I wish I knew.” Lancas smiled and ate his apple.
Audin set up camp, a long green canvas tent with a makeshift desk out of full ammunition chests. He set up the computer and looked at the map of the area up to fifty kilometres. He could see an open valley with trees between the slopes of part of the Alps. The map told him that it was the Nerras orchard dating back before updated records. However, updates shown that the Mecha were not interested in expanding there because the drones and nomad slaves had not strayed there. It was a valley that was rated too enclosed for building a city. Audin sat back in his seat and studied the map further.
“We have tracked down more slaves’ sir, and killed all of them.” Mearin reported.
“Good good. They are a waste of time. They all died eventually under the Mecha. Not only slaves but a source of food. The meat they ate was their own human meat.”
“Cannibalism?” Mearin was shocked. It was something the prefects rarely revealed to those ranked below them in case it incited mercy for the Mecha slaves.
“Of course. What other source of meat was there?” Audin pointed out the Nerras valley on the map to Mearin. "We pay a visit here I think. Just the troops. Send the missile carriers back to Paris; they have done their job for now. I have a feeling that what I am trying to find is there. Continue killing the slaves as we move on."
“And any free settlers and clans, sir?”
“Kill the settlers. Leave the clans to me. I think things might be more organised and precise.”
The daylight soon arrived and the missile carriers made a prompt return to Paris. Audin led his four hundred troops south-easterly towards the Alpine region and the Nerras valley. He wore his chrome plated prefects helmet for safety. He knew that there would be renegade soldiers in the area who would do anything to snipper him. The helmet was made of titanium and rubber and the most a head shot would give him was a pain in the neck. As for the rest of his body, he did not seem to care. “I need to think, even when I’m dying.” He said, jovially. Mearin was learning about the ways of his commander very quickly.
“I can hear vehicles.” Zaff said, already awake in the tent of yet another virgin he had been with overnight. Outside the clan were scrambling, packing carts and moving as fast as possible. He took the girls hand and ran with her to the tent where Lancas was. “Who are they? The force.”
“Yes. And I’m not ready to join up yet. Something warned the clan. They are moving to safety wherever they can.” Lancas replied. “Time for us to move lad, grab your kit, rifle and ammo. Let the girl go with her people.”
“She wants to come with me.” Zaff replied.
“On your fucking head be it lad.”
To Be Continued...
Sci-Fi
ALIEN EARTH
[2]
Prefect Audin walked through the catacombs of citadel Paris, two silver stars on each collar, a green uniform and red cape to show his superior authority. He was followed by one of his captains until they reached two soldiers who stood to attention on either side of a cell door. One of the soldiers pressed a button for the cell door to slide open, allowing the officers inside. There was a naked young woman kneeling and dirty with her wrists strapped behind her by a tight leather strap. There was also a tight leather strap around her neck, the tightness controlled by a fat eunuch wearing only uniform trousers. The force used eunuchs because they had no preference for sex and they did not mind applying torture when commanded. The woman looked downwards. The prefect grinned and put his knee length boot on her head to lift it. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “Why did you take me from my husband? He is a soldier. If he finds out I’m here he will...”
“He will what? As far as he knows you are missing.” The prefect replied. “You stink, too long with the other prisoners in that cell.” He knelt before her, taking her chin in his hands. “You know what I need to know. If you want freedom, give me the answers.” He stared into her blue eyes. “Well, who or what is Chyrops?” She remained silent and he gave a nod to the eunuch to tighten the collar which hurt and made her choke, then he released. “I hate it when my prisoners don’t co-operate. I show no fucking mercy. You are pregnant to your husband. Think of your unborn child.”
“You will never let me see my husband again even if I give you information. What option do I have? A mother and her child thousands of kilometres away from her husband fighting your war.”
“Tell me who or what is Chyrops?”
“I can’t. It is a secret.” She replied. The prefect let go of her chin and looked down at her. Yet another no hope for information. Once again he thought about this secret that was becoming deadly in his hands. He looked at the eunuch running his fingers through the young woman’s hair with unintentional tenderness.
“Have her flayed until she is dead.” The prefect gave his orders as always with all of his victims. The young woman cried hysterically for mercy as the prefect and captain left the cell. The two officers made their way through the catacombs to an escalator that took them to a balcony atop of the fortress. Prefect Audin turned to his captain. “What do you see Mearin?” He asked his junior ranking officer. Mearin looked out at part of the Paris citadel with part of the Eiffel tower missing in view, destroyed by a Mech many years ago.
“I see our citadel sir.” Mearin replied.
“And what have you noticed over the past four years that has become significant?”
“The Mecha have not attacked.”
“There are twelve of them to every one of our force units. Man and weapons. We can now destroy their cities and slow them down from producing themselves.” He smiled at his subordinate. “Do you know why Mearin?”
“No sir.”
“Neither do I. But I know one thing for sure, Chyrops is behind it all, whatever the fucker is.”
The Paris citadel general Lincal put his best prefect Audin to work on the mystery of the Chyrops. Several free females began to talk of such a thing promising a ‘brand new world’. Some females had reported to have joined the free settlers and clans which the force were not interested in until now. The settlers and members were free and if soldiers killed them thinking they were Mecha slaves then it was an accident. The same kind of accident Zaff was going to make against Sila. Audin had an idea that Chyrops was influenced or vice versa by females. He had killed almost ten women for holding back information. He was a cruel inhumane man, like most prefects in the force. His intellectual mind set on finding answers using barbaric methodology.
Prefect Audin sat at his office desk, Captain Mearin at another desk across the room checking data on his computer. There was a beep and a message appeared on Audin’s screen. It was unbelievable news of the Mecha releasing their slaves at a city just a hundred or so kilometres away. It was estimated that about six thousand people, men women and children were thrown out of the city without nomadic status with the drones ahead of them to kill off troops and free humans. Something was happening, and the general wanted to know. So did Audin himself.
Four hundred troops and carriers with twenty missile carriers and both Audin and Mearin were ready to go and investigate. Audin made no provision for the freed slaves. They had to fend for themselves and become settlers and eventually free slaves, but it was another chance to bombard the Mecha city that wiped out six hundred troops in his attacking forces more than four years ago.
“Get me that information prefect.” The general ordered in his huge office. “You know what I need to know. Even amongst the freed slaves there maybe someone who can tell us about Chyrops.”
Audin saluted, right arm held out. “Sir, I will find this thing even if it kills me.”
“Be careful Audin what you wish for.”
Within half a day before the summer nightfall Audin reached the Mecha city. He stood in the rear of his roofless jeep and ordered it to stop, the troops and missile carriers behind him. Slaves were still fleeing the city and there were no deadly drones, even though the city could outnumber the troops from drone attack alone. Audin gave orders for a full missile assault on the city. Each carrier armed with twelve missiles. The destruction of the Mecha city began without any defensive fire. “What is wrong with you bastards?” Audin shouted. “Show me some force you Mecha trash!”
Lancas and Zaff returned to their tent with their quota of boar. It tasted good. The best boar Lancas had tasted in years, although Zaff did not like the meat that much. “You know my lad, this is good stuff.” Lancas began to explain something further that bothered him. “I checked the boar out before they skinned it and started spit roasting it, and do you know what I found?” Zaff shuck his head waiting for another surprise revelation from his comrade commander. “There were no flesh wounds, meaning that it wasn’t hunted.”
Suddenly Zaff’s young ears picked up the sounds of distant explosions. He stood up. “The Mecha or the force.”
“Or both.” Lancas replied unperturbed. “We are with this clan, plenty of food and plenty of women to fuck. It isn’t my war... for now.”
“No, we should go and rejoin the force; it is our duty by oath.”
“Fuck the oath! I don’t bow down to any of those generals and their prefects unless it suits me. Look at yourself Zaff since being here, you have become a man, even if your orgasm only lasted a few seconds and you had a beautiful girl at your disposal, even though I had to finish her off. I gave her an amazing orgasm she’ll never forget. Oh come on lad, grow the fuck up will you.”
“The force saved my life.” Zaff said, still edging to find the battle still raging in the distance. “How far do you think they are?”
“I was never any good at judging distance by the sounds of battle. I’ll guess twenty maybe thirty kilometres west.”
“No, the sound of battle is north.”
“Go west, it’s safer. You’ll miss all of the fun.”
Prefect Audin had sixteen fleeing slaves captured and tied in a bunch with a loop of thick leather strapping, six troops holding them. “It’s no good sir.” One of the troops said. “They speak some crazy foreign language.” Audin listened to their cries to be released and realised it was the language that the Mecha used to communicate with them. Mearin was close by and he commanded that he find an interpreter. There were always other captains fluent in Mecha. He looked at the captives, all naked and out of their aluminium cladding to stop the drones from accidentally picking up body heat that resembled a human. The force troops used vests under their uniforms to protect them, but they did not always work.
Audin wanted a ‘fair fight’ against the city, but now the city was ablaze from the number of missile attacks. Another city stunted in its expansion. A captain ran forwards to Audin and saluted. “Corbain sir, I have studied the Mech slave language.” Audin looked at him, a weak looking officer unlike Mearin, who was at least well trained and hardened to his ways. Audin moved towards the captives and his first choice was inevitably a woman in her middle age. He ordered captain Corbain to come by his side with a wave of his hand. “Sir?”
“Ask this fucking bitch who is Chyrops.” The captain did as Audin requested and the woman spoke.
“She doesn’t know, sir, never heard of them.”
Audin found a man and then a younger woman and the same replies came back to him. He looked up to the starlit sky, only lit by the full moon and there were floodlights from the carriers. Then he looked down to the ground ordering his soldiers to release the group of sixteen. He quickly turned around and opened fire with his laser gun. Each one of the captives dropping to the ground fatally wounded. “Useless bastards.” He uttered.
Lancas sat on a log in the woods slicing a fresh apple and looking up through the branches at the huge full moon. It was one of those moons that come closer to ‘the world’ in its orbit making the darkness almost diminish. Zaff joined him. “There is a strange feeling in the air. It makes me shiver, but it isn’t cold.”
“I know. I feel it too Zaff. It’s like something is wrong, going to happen and you don’t know what. Does that make sense?”
“Maybe.” Zaff replied, picking an apple from a branch. “This wood, why so many apples?”
“A long time ago it was probably an orchard. Long before I was even born on the other side of the Atlantis Ocean. Seems that this fucking war as outlived all of mankind twice maybe three times over. Some idiot built or wrote a program and...”
“A human caused all of this?” Zaff asked, now finding his comrade a strange mind of information.
“If you want to call the idiot a human, yes.” Lancas replied with a laugh and gripping Zaff’s shoulder in a jovial jesture.
“What about the woman I nearly killed, the one with the horse. Who is she?”
“Silas. What a beautiful mysterious woman she is. I’m not sure whether or not to fuck her brains out or interrogate her, perhaps both. She knows things and I want to know those things myself. I’m going stir crazy thinking about her and what she is all about. Maybe Chyrops knows.”
“Chy-rop? Who is that?” Zaff asked struggling with pronunciation.
“I wish I knew.” Lancas smiled and ate his apple.
Audin set up camp, a long green canvas tent with a makeshift desk out of full ammunition chests. He set up the computer and looked at the map of the area up to fifty kilometres. He could see an open valley with trees between the slopes of part of the Alps. The map told him that it was the Nerras orchard dating back before updated records. However, updates shown that the Mecha were not interested in expanding there because the drones and nomad slaves had not strayed there. It was a valley that was rated too enclosed for building a city. Audin sat back in his seat and studied the map further.
“We have tracked down more slaves’ sir, and killed all of them.” Mearin reported.
“Good good. They are a waste of time. They all died eventually under the Mecha. Not only slaves but a source of food. The meat they ate was their own human meat.”
“Cannibalism?” Mearin was shocked. It was something the prefects rarely revealed to those ranked below them in case it incited mercy for the Mecha slaves.
“Of course. What other source of meat was there?” Audin pointed out the Nerras valley on the map to Mearin. "We pay a visit here I think. Just the troops. Send the missile carriers back to Paris; they have done their job for now. I have a feeling that what I am trying to find is there. Continue killing the slaves as we move on."
“And any free settlers and clans, sir?”
“Kill the settlers. Leave the clans to me. I think things might be more organised and precise.”
The daylight soon arrived and the missile carriers made a prompt return to Paris. Audin led his four hundred troops south-easterly towards the Alpine region and the Nerras valley. He wore his chrome plated prefects helmet for safety. He knew that there would be renegade soldiers in the area who would do anything to snipper him. The helmet was made of titanium and rubber and the most a head shot would give him was a pain in the neck. As for the rest of his body, he did not seem to care. “I need to think, even when I’m dying.” He said, jovially. Mearin was learning about the ways of his commander very quickly.
“I can hear vehicles.” Zaff said, already awake in the tent of yet another virgin he had been with overnight. Outside the clan were scrambling, packing carts and moving as fast as possible. He took the girls hand and ran with her to the tent where Lancas was. “Who are they? The force.”
“Yes. And I’m not ready to join up yet. Something warned the clan. They are moving to safety wherever they can.” Lancas replied. “Time for us to move lad, grab your kit, rifle and ammo. Let the girl go with her people.”
“She wants to come with me.” Zaff replied.
“On your fucking head be it lad.”
To Be Continued...
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As we discussed before heroes are reluctantly made, called out the mud of common hardship we all suffer. Some simply rise higher out of the mire, nonetheless when a hero hears a call, let the monsters, or in this case, the machines beware.
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The three escapees, Lancas, Zaff and the girl, Miri headed north west through the woods. The clan headed to safety in a north easterly direction where there were more dense woodlands. Miri was an extra burden that Lancas did not need as they made their way through the orchard wood and eventually a dense conifer forest. Lancas and Zaff marched at a fast easy pace leaving Miri straddling to keep up with them, with only the eerie sound of crows for company. After about three hours, they reached the river that Lancas had guessed would be there. They had been moving up hill and he reasoned there should be a fast moving stream or river ahead of them. It was an opportunity for Miri to clean herself. Zaff stood beside her and watched her wash her genitals as she squatted in the shallows. Lancas reached the opposite side of the river loading his pistol. “Never seen a girl wash her cunt before?” Lancas shouted jovially to his comrade. He was going to fire a round to test his trusty gun to see how trusty it was, but he changed his mind. Gunfire may attract Mecha slaves or drones. They were in ‘no man’s land’ and anything could happen.
Nightfall came, and the three found a clearing in the forest to build a fire. All three sat around the blazing wood. “Lancas...” Zaff began to ask a question, uncertain that it might be impertinent. “When you crossed the great ocean, where did you arrive in Europa?” Lancas ate scraps of the boar from his kit bag, washing it down with water from a flask. He thought about Zaff’s question intently. It had been quite a while ago and Zaff deserved an answer. He began to stare into the fire.
“Forty-thousand of us came over to invade a huge Mecha city just south of Danmark. It wasn’t easy. There were at least five drones to every trooper. Thankfully we had heavy artillery and missiles that stopped the city from releasing more. We gave them fucking hell, believe me, but thirty-six thousand men died.” He threw a piece of boar onto the fire that sizzled. “I’ve got plenty more meat if either of you two are hungry?” Zaff refused and Miri just followed whatever he did. “It was a disaster. Within a month, the Mecha city was back to its usual size. All those lives lost. But, I ended up with your lot Zaff eventually. Strange thing is, I haven’t seen any Mecha activity since. Just troops from the force killing people.” He looked Zaff in the eyes. “Following orders.”
“We had to follow orders.” Zaff replied. Lancas began to laugh.
“I like the way you now say ‘had’ rather than ‘have’.” Lancas smiled and looked at Miri who snuggled up close to Zaff for extra warmth and affection. “She is one of those people you would have killed.”
Prefect Audin and his army set up camp at the edge of the orchard wood. He sat at the table in his tent surrounded by his five captains including Mearin his closest. Mearin began to speak, a little nervous about his proposal to the prefect. “Sir, if I may suggest... I think we should stop this killing and capture for questioning first. Many free slaves and other settlers have died already. One of the captives must be willing to give us our answers.” Audin sucked his teeth, a habitual sign that he was considering a suggestion in good stead.
“You know what Mearin? You are fucking right. I have been a mass murderer too long today. It must be hundreds and one or two of those could have had the answer I wanted, and very easily told me with some encouragement.” He looked at Mearin who smiled. “I never thought you would even suggest such a thing. A good suggestion Mearin, but I had already thought about it. You are dismissed.” Mearin saluted with his arm out stretched and he left the tent without any question. When prefect Audin tells you to do something, you do it.
Above the citadel prefects is a general, and all of the generals are responsible to ‘the world’ president. The president, only known to the generals could be male or female and most definitely a powerful human, committed to destroying the Mecha and their human slaves. It is the reason why the generals, prefects and captains are so hostile. Audin is just one of many who’s hostility can be barbaric, an intellectual soldier of high rank who is also crazy and unpredictable.
“I need a compound building fifty metres wide.” Audin began to explain. “Use the wood for supply of timber and it must be ten metres high. I intend to capture freed slaves and settlers using my troops. The captives will be brought back to the compound for questioning.” The four captains saluted and began to leave. “Not you Corbain.” Corbain stood with his back to the prefect. “You studied the Mecha slave language?” Audin asked. Corbain turned around realising that he had made a mistake and the prefect was onto him. “No citadels have captains who understand Mecha slave language and yet you do?”
“Sir.”
“I think I’m being shit on by my closest men Corbain.” Audin said. “First Mearin getting into my head and now you with your fucking lies. Tell me how and where you studied the Mecha slave language?”
“I don’t know the language. I asked the prisoners in the settler’s language and they didn’t understand me.” Corbain explained.
“Why exactly Corbain?” Audin moved closer to his captain, pulling his leather gloves tighter on his hand.
“I thought you would spare them. I don’t understand this thing Chyrops and how important it is. Too many people are dying at your hands.”
“I take it you don’t like my methodology then Corbain?”
“I hate the bloodthirsty killing to be honest sir. I for one have had enough. If I could run I would do.”
“You would become a renegade. And, there are hundreds out there. You a captain or ex-captain wouldn’t last long because of your rank. Could you live alone out there hunting rabbit?”
“I could try.” Corbain replied. Audin nodded and sat on the edge of his desk thinking whilst he stared at his captain.
“Guards!” Audin shouted. Two green caped guardian troops entered the tent. “Take Corbain prisoner. Strip him and tie him to a tree.” The two guards held Corbain by his arms and Corbain spat straight into the prefect’s face. “I should have your balls ripped off for that, but I won’t. I have something more interesting later.”
Lancas, Zaff and Miri had treaded the hills which brought them to a position above the woods. Four or five metres away was prefect Audin’s camp. They kept themselves low and out of sight with Lancas using his binoculars to watch. He kept a close eye on Audin’s tent. “It’s a fucking forces prefect.” Lancas said in a low voice. “Which is the nearest citadel?”
Zaff thought for a while. He knew of various camps, but the nearest citadel would be Paris. “Paris?” he answered. “The general there is LeSane with at least ten prefects.”
“I hate those prefects.” Lancas said. “They are all fuckwits. I would rather fight a drone than cross one of those bastards.”
“It is a chance to rejoin.” Zaff replied.
“Don’t be a fucking idiot lad. What about your girlfriend? Do you want her raped and murdered? Besides, I don’t feel like being a trooper again or worst still, lasered for being a renegade.”
“Renegade?” Zaff asked.
“Yes, some soldiers decided to do a runner and a few began to turn bandit and raided forces camps for food. I could have been one. But I lived with the settlers for a while until I was captured by the force. They left the settlers alone and took me prisoner for recruitment, treated as a lost trooper. But, somehow I have a feeling that things are different now.”
Captain Mearin stood outside of his personal tent. He could see the guards strip naked his comrade captain Corbain. He did not struggle whilst the guards strapped him to a tree. One strap tight around his neck, one around his chest and another below his knees. He wondered what caused the incident. It was obviously the prefect’s orders, but whatever for? He wanted to go to Corbain, but that would bring the unpredictable wrath of Audin down upon him. Corbain noticed his comrade watching in the distance, but he just kept on staring. Suddenly the prefect stood at Mearin’s side. “Shame. I thought he was a good man. Unfortunately not. He is a liar and confessed to not respecting the force, but most of all his rank. Would you care to join me for coffee?”
Lancas watched closely through his binoculars as some troops began sawing logs from some of the trees in the wood. Apple is a good hard wood. “What is happening?” Zaff asked. Despite what Lancas told him and having the burden of Miri, he had a desire to rejoin. “If I alone surrender myself, you can have Miri.” Lancas looked at his young comrade and gave a growl in reply. “What?” Zaff dared to ask.
“Look you little fuckwit, why do you want to do that? And besides, your girlfriend is amazingly fuckable, she prefers you not me.”
“How do you know?” Zaff asked.
“Because I fucked her once remember. I gave her a good time and she wants you. I asked her.”
Zaff put down his rifle that was slung over his shoulder ready to leave. He thought about being amongst other young comrades and the prospects of visiting the Paris citadel and its whore house. Down in the camp food would be good and plentiful. And, perhaps they were no longer killing humans. Miri returned from behind a boulder with a flask of water. She had taken a dump. She put her arms around Zaff showing him affection. “I love you.” She said in English. At first Lancas did not notice and then it suddenly became clear.
“She just spoke our language.” Lancas grabbed Miri by the arms. “You speak our language? How?”
“Sila taught me and some others a long time ago.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell us? And Sila...” Lancas knew it was a waste of time asking about Sila. The goddess, there were no gods and it was something the clans and possibly all of settlers believed in.
Prefect Audin and captain Mearin drank their coffee. The sound of sawing and other construction noises outside the tent drowned out the sound of the gathering crows waiting for morsels of Corbain’s body. “I hate crows Mearin.” Audin said. “They always remind me of death.” Mearin was surprised by his superiors comment. How could this man hate the sound of something that was seen has his favourite bestial habit? Indeed Audin was best described as a human beast. And, even himself following the deadly orders of such a man. It was clear to him that Audin was using Corbain as an example to the others not knowing exactly why from Corbain himself. “Ever seen a wolf tear a man apart?” Audin asked. Being fed to an hungry wolf was not a pleasant image Mearin thought.
“No sir, I can’t say I have.”
“There is a place in the east, in Russia to be exact. No Mecha there. The Russians are very efficient in destroying them all. But, the slaves are captured and put into an arena for their troops to watch the slaves be eaten alive by wolves and bears. I have had the pleasure to see it.” Audin sipped his coffee and grinned. “Amazing entertainment, but the crows spoil it. Swooping and cawing over the bodies. More coffee Mearin with brandy?”
“Just coffee sir.” It was becoming clear that the prefect was getting drunk, mixing brandy with his coffee. Audin filled up mearin’s cup from a percolator, slightly swaying.
“One day Mearin you should go to Russia.”
To Be Continued...
Sci-Fi
ALIEN EARTH
[3]
The three escapees, Lancas, Zaff and the girl, Miri headed north west through the woods. The clan headed to safety in a north easterly direction where there were more dense woodlands. Miri was an extra burden that Lancas did not need as they made their way through the orchard wood and eventually a dense conifer forest. Lancas and Zaff marched at a fast easy pace leaving Miri straddling to keep up with them, with only the eerie sound of crows for company. After about three hours, they reached the river that Lancas had guessed would be there. They had been moving up hill and he reasoned there should be a fast moving stream or river ahead of them. It was an opportunity for Miri to clean herself. Zaff stood beside her and watched her wash her genitals as she squatted in the shallows. Lancas reached the opposite side of the river loading his pistol. “Never seen a girl wash her cunt before?” Lancas shouted jovially to his comrade. He was going to fire a round to test his trusty gun to see how trusty it was, but he changed his mind. Gunfire may attract Mecha slaves or drones. They were in ‘no man’s land’ and anything could happen.
Nightfall came, and the three found a clearing in the forest to build a fire. All three sat around the blazing wood. “Lancas...” Zaff began to ask a question, uncertain that it might be impertinent. “When you crossed the great ocean, where did you arrive in Europa?” Lancas ate scraps of the boar from his kit bag, washing it down with water from a flask. He thought about Zaff’s question intently. It had been quite a while ago and Zaff deserved an answer. He began to stare into the fire.
“Forty-thousand of us came over to invade a huge Mecha city just south of Danmark. It wasn’t easy. There were at least five drones to every trooper. Thankfully we had heavy artillery and missiles that stopped the city from releasing more. We gave them fucking hell, believe me, but thirty-six thousand men died.” He threw a piece of boar onto the fire that sizzled. “I’ve got plenty more meat if either of you two are hungry?” Zaff refused and Miri just followed whatever he did. “It was a disaster. Within a month, the Mecha city was back to its usual size. All those lives lost. But, I ended up with your lot Zaff eventually. Strange thing is, I haven’t seen any Mecha activity since. Just troops from the force killing people.” He looked Zaff in the eyes. “Following orders.”
“We had to follow orders.” Zaff replied. Lancas began to laugh.
“I like the way you now say ‘had’ rather than ‘have’.” Lancas smiled and looked at Miri who snuggled up close to Zaff for extra warmth and affection. “She is one of those people you would have killed.”
Prefect Audin and his army set up camp at the edge of the orchard wood. He sat at the table in his tent surrounded by his five captains including Mearin his closest. Mearin began to speak, a little nervous about his proposal to the prefect. “Sir, if I may suggest... I think we should stop this killing and capture for questioning first. Many free slaves and other settlers have died already. One of the captives must be willing to give us our answers.” Audin sucked his teeth, a habitual sign that he was considering a suggestion in good stead.
“You know what Mearin? You are fucking right. I have been a mass murderer too long today. It must be hundreds and one or two of those could have had the answer I wanted, and very easily told me with some encouragement.” He looked at Mearin who smiled. “I never thought you would even suggest such a thing. A good suggestion Mearin, but I had already thought about it. You are dismissed.” Mearin saluted with his arm out stretched and he left the tent without any question. When prefect Audin tells you to do something, you do it.
Above the citadel prefects is a general, and all of the generals are responsible to ‘the world’ president. The president, only known to the generals could be male or female and most definitely a powerful human, committed to destroying the Mecha and their human slaves. It is the reason why the generals, prefects and captains are so hostile. Audin is just one of many who’s hostility can be barbaric, an intellectual soldier of high rank who is also crazy and unpredictable.
“I need a compound building fifty metres wide.” Audin began to explain. “Use the wood for supply of timber and it must be ten metres high. I intend to capture freed slaves and settlers using my troops. The captives will be brought back to the compound for questioning.” The four captains saluted and began to leave. “Not you Corbain.” Corbain stood with his back to the prefect. “You studied the Mecha slave language?” Audin asked. Corbain turned around realising that he had made a mistake and the prefect was onto him. “No citadels have captains who understand Mecha slave language and yet you do?”
“Sir.”
“I think I’m being shit on by my closest men Corbain.” Audin said. “First Mearin getting into my head and now you with your fucking lies. Tell me how and where you studied the Mecha slave language?”
“I don’t know the language. I asked the prisoners in the settler’s language and they didn’t understand me.” Corbain explained.
“Why exactly Corbain?” Audin moved closer to his captain, pulling his leather gloves tighter on his hand.
“I thought you would spare them. I don’t understand this thing Chyrops and how important it is. Too many people are dying at your hands.”
“I take it you don’t like my methodology then Corbain?”
“I hate the bloodthirsty killing to be honest sir. I for one have had enough. If I could run I would do.”
“You would become a renegade. And, there are hundreds out there. You a captain or ex-captain wouldn’t last long because of your rank. Could you live alone out there hunting rabbit?”
“I could try.” Corbain replied. Audin nodded and sat on the edge of his desk thinking whilst he stared at his captain.
“Guards!” Audin shouted. Two green caped guardian troops entered the tent. “Take Corbain prisoner. Strip him and tie him to a tree.” The two guards held Corbain by his arms and Corbain spat straight into the prefect’s face. “I should have your balls ripped off for that, but I won’t. I have something more interesting later.”
Lancas, Zaff and Miri had treaded the hills which brought them to a position above the woods. Four or five metres away was prefect Audin’s camp. They kept themselves low and out of sight with Lancas using his binoculars to watch. He kept a close eye on Audin’s tent. “It’s a fucking forces prefect.” Lancas said in a low voice. “Which is the nearest citadel?”
Zaff thought for a while. He knew of various camps, but the nearest citadel would be Paris. “Paris?” he answered. “The general there is LeSane with at least ten prefects.”
“I hate those prefects.” Lancas said. “They are all fuckwits. I would rather fight a drone than cross one of those bastards.”
“It is a chance to rejoin.” Zaff replied.
“Don’t be a fucking idiot lad. What about your girlfriend? Do you want her raped and murdered? Besides, I don’t feel like being a trooper again or worst still, lasered for being a renegade.”
“Renegade?” Zaff asked.
“Yes, some soldiers decided to do a runner and a few began to turn bandit and raided forces camps for food. I could have been one. But I lived with the settlers for a while until I was captured by the force. They left the settlers alone and took me prisoner for recruitment, treated as a lost trooper. But, somehow I have a feeling that things are different now.”
Captain Mearin stood outside of his personal tent. He could see the guards strip naked his comrade captain Corbain. He did not struggle whilst the guards strapped him to a tree. One strap tight around his neck, one around his chest and another below his knees. He wondered what caused the incident. It was obviously the prefect’s orders, but whatever for? He wanted to go to Corbain, but that would bring the unpredictable wrath of Audin down upon him. Corbain noticed his comrade watching in the distance, but he just kept on staring. Suddenly the prefect stood at Mearin’s side. “Shame. I thought he was a good man. Unfortunately not. He is a liar and confessed to not respecting the force, but most of all his rank. Would you care to join me for coffee?”
Lancas watched closely through his binoculars as some troops began sawing logs from some of the trees in the wood. Apple is a good hard wood. “What is happening?” Zaff asked. Despite what Lancas told him and having the burden of Miri, he had a desire to rejoin. “If I alone surrender myself, you can have Miri.” Lancas looked at his young comrade and gave a growl in reply. “What?” Zaff dared to ask.
“Look you little fuckwit, why do you want to do that? And besides, your girlfriend is amazingly fuckable, she prefers you not me.”
“How do you know?” Zaff asked.
“Because I fucked her once remember. I gave her a good time and she wants you. I asked her.”
Zaff put down his rifle that was slung over his shoulder ready to leave. He thought about being amongst other young comrades and the prospects of visiting the Paris citadel and its whore house. Down in the camp food would be good and plentiful. And, perhaps they were no longer killing humans. Miri returned from behind a boulder with a flask of water. She had taken a dump. She put her arms around Zaff showing him affection. “I love you.” She said in English. At first Lancas did not notice and then it suddenly became clear.
“She just spoke our language.” Lancas grabbed Miri by the arms. “You speak our language? How?”
“Sila taught me and some others a long time ago.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell us? And Sila...” Lancas knew it was a waste of time asking about Sila. The goddess, there were no gods and it was something the clans and possibly all of settlers believed in.
Prefect Audin and captain Mearin drank their coffee. The sound of sawing and other construction noises outside the tent drowned out the sound of the gathering crows waiting for morsels of Corbain’s body. “I hate crows Mearin.” Audin said. “They always remind me of death.” Mearin was surprised by his superiors comment. How could this man hate the sound of something that was seen has his favourite bestial habit? Indeed Audin was best described as a human beast. And, even himself following the deadly orders of such a man. It was clear to him that Audin was using Corbain as an example to the others not knowing exactly why from Corbain himself. “Ever seen a wolf tear a man apart?” Audin asked. Being fed to an hungry wolf was not a pleasant image Mearin thought.
“No sir, I can’t say I have.”
“There is a place in the east, in Russia to be exact. No Mecha there. The Russians are very efficient in destroying them all. But, the slaves are captured and put into an arena for their troops to watch the slaves be eaten alive by wolves and bears. I have had the pleasure to see it.” Audin sipped his coffee and grinned. “Amazing entertainment, but the crows spoil it. Swooping and cawing over the bodies. More coffee Mearin with brandy?”
“Just coffee sir.” It was becoming clear that the prefect was getting drunk, mixing brandy with his coffee. Audin filled up mearin’s cup from a percolator, slightly swaying.
“One day Mearin you should go to Russia.”
To Be Continued...
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Question; Would you like to meet prefect Audin in real life?
Depends on the circumstances. If I had the upper hand, ok.
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What if someone exactly like him found something out that made them angry. What do you think your chances would be of escaping death?
And, the other three, Lancas, Zaff and Miri, not knowing the prefect. Do you think they should chance surrendering themselves and rejoin
the force? Remember poor Miri
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It seems that the Mecha, the monsters have stopped and there is a new regime of hardened human leaders. A twist in the tale
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Even though I have technically left this thread to join "Team PM", I think a few visitors need to know that I am still not convinced that men can be "edged" like us females. From what I have seen their orgasm has been disrupted or stopped. That is nothing like female edging. We orgasm during edging, sometimes ejaculating before the final climax. I can edge during masturbation for as much as twenty minutes on average before I have to finally climax and even though I only have the tiniest of squirts, I can ejaculate during edging.
Regarding men. During my years involved in sex with men, they need and want to orgasm and ejaculate which I have always loved. Because spunk is awesome and I can't get enough. It is a "gift" given to me. I have never disrupted a man from ejaculating at all. In fact, quite a lot came very quickly and some of those would cum twice, one load first and with a little more oral encouragement, cum again
Regarding men. During my years involved in sex with men, they need and want to orgasm and ejaculate which I have always loved. Because spunk is awesome and I can't get enough. It is a "gift" given to me. I have never disrupted a man from ejaculating at all. In fact, quite a lot came very quickly and some of those would cum twice, one load first and with a little more oral encouragement, cum again
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Story:
Sci-Fi
ALIEN EARTH
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The nightfall came with a bright moon now waning from being full the previous night, but it was still big and bright in the sky. Lancas kept a keen watch on the distant camp with his binoculars to the sounds of love making nearby. “You two keep that fucking noise down.” The compound in the troop camp was almost complete. “Fuck! Sila?”
Down in the troop camp one of the guards entered the prefect’s tent. He sat in his chair drinking more of the coffee. The guard saluted. “Sir, there is someone to see you. They say they come in peace for a conference.” The prefect put down his cup and called out loud for Mearin. He stepped outside and captain Mearin joined him. They both looked at their visitor. A girl on a white horse with blonde hair in full dark leather uniform brandishing a laser gun, the guards, Audin and Mearin looked perplexed.
“Don’t even think about it Audin. I can frazzle you in a split second of you reaching for your gun.” She warned. “I come in peace. First release your captain from that tree.”
“Fuck you bitch.” The prefect replied with a laugh. “Who the fuck are you? I am prefect Audin from citadel Paris. Nobody tells me what to do, especially a woman.”
“Sir, she is a warrior, come to talk peace...” Mearin began to explain, but Audin covered his mouth with the palm of his hand.
“Get off that horse slave bitch. You are a Mecha slave.” He pointed at her uniform. “I see it now. The Mecha have new slaves like you, warriors to match the force.”
“I am Sila of the free people. Yes, I am a warrior, but a warrior of peace. Now free your captain and you and I can talk.”
“Talk?” Audin laughed. “I would rather fuck you and then rip out your genitalia, how does that sound bitch?”
“I warn you, I can kill you in an instant.”
“And my troops will open fire on you and that beautiful beast and frazzle you.”
Sila gave a whistle and hundreds of warriors in leather uniforms carrying lasers came out of the wood and assembled behind her. “Are these enough to convince you prefect?” Mearin tried to guess how many troops the warrior leader had, but they had to be many at least, matching their own four hundred. And, not all of the forces troops had laser weapons. The warriors may all be laser equipped and able to take out ten troops like the drones. For a moment the air was silent. Audin looked at Mearin.
“Get out of my fucking head. I know what you are thinking.” Audin said. He stared to the ground and kicked the grass with his boot. Leron gave a snort and moved nervously. Sila patted him and whispered to keep him at peace. It was clear that the prefect made the horse nervous. Audin laughed. “Even your horse is scared of me bitch.”
“Do we talk? Or do I fry all of your troops?"
Audin opened his arms. “Start talking.” He said with a smile, unconvinced that he and his army were in a dangerous situation. “I am not releasing my disgraced captain though.”
On the hillside Lancas saw the night sky light up with hundreds of drones over the woods. They were easily identified by their red eye that scanned for heat from a human body. “Oh shit! Mecha attack!” he called out. Zaff and Miri appeared from nowhere to join him. “They are heading for the troop camp. It’s a raid. Those guys down there are going to die and they are out of range of my pistol and your fucking rifle. You my lad are about to witness a massacre.”
Audin and his troops suddenly looked up above the trees. They saw the drones, the Mecha soldiers. Their one red light as they hovered, each one half a metre in diameter. There was just a combined hum of their elevation motors. “Fuck.” Audin said in a whisper. He looked at Sila. “I knew it. You are human Mecha warriors.”
“No prefect, we beat the Mecha without your armies and freed the slaves, even trained some of them to be warriors like us.” She looked up at the hovering drones. “Even their deadly machines, the drones are now protectors of the free.”
She looked at a shocked Audin. “Now we need to make peace with the force and most important of all ‘the world’ president.” She smiled. “Prefect Audin, I think the shoe is on the other foot? A familiar saying of yours I believe?”
Audin pointed to Sila. “Whoever the fuck you are I need one question answering.”
“What is your question prefect?"
“Who is Chyrops?”
“I am Sila of the Chyrops. Does that answer your question?”
Lancas, Zaff and Miri headed towards the camp down the hill as fast as they could. “Something is happening down there and we need to be there.” Lancas said, catching his breath with every step and stride, a soldier definitely out of condition. Zaff was busily helping Miri, sending stones and grit rolling.
Sila entered the prefect’s tent as he sat in his chair. Mearin stood beside him. Sila looked around. “Nice tents the force give to you prefect. I like your curtains of the finest silk and cloth.” She looked down. “Oh and I must comment on your fine carpet.” She removed her leather gloves and reached into her leather kit bag. Audin admired the way her uniform fit tightly showing off her slim curves. She threw a paper file on his desk and he picked it up and laughed.
“Paper files? Ancient are we?”
“We no longer use computers. Every communication is typed by hand including orders, which you should find there. The only controlled machines are the drones. The Mecha cities are dead and have been for some time. Your force can destroy as many as they want.”
“May I offer you some coffee, warrior girl?” Audin asked flicking through the document. Sila was surprised and accepted. “Don’t worry it isn’t poisoned. I’ve drinking it all evening, which reminds me I must find somewhere to take a piss.” Sila poured herself a cup of coffee as the prefect left his tent. She looked at the stern faced captain Mearin. Immediately she realised he was Audin’s right hand man. But how strong was he? Because she had orders to kill Audin for his crimes against humanity. She needed a strong captain to deliver the documents to Paris and the general. Audin was also drunk and stupid just flicking through the pages of the document, because his death sentence was written clearly on the second page.
“He is a dead man isn’t he?” Mearin asked. “All of us commanders no doubt, I am not afraid of dying. I have killed many under his orders.” Sila looked at him and opened the document to the death warrant given by Chyrops for prefect Audin. “Execution? Who will do it?” Mearin asked.
“The one man who hates him the most.” She replied and sipped her coffee. “I know exactly who that man is captain Mearin. He is only half a metre away from me.”
“Yes. I have hated that bastard for years. It will be hard, but a pleasure.”
“As soon as he re-enters the tent after his piss, laser him in the heart. Make it quick captain Mearin. Don’t make him suffer. Nobody needs a slow painful death.” Sila explained.
“Will you be our prefect, our leader?” Mearin asked.
“No. I intend that you become leading captain and return to the Paris citadel with the documents.”
Prefect Audin entered his tent. He glanced at Mearin holding his laser gun and in an instant it was over. Audin was dead with a frazzled hole in his chest. Then Mearin put the gun to his own head and blew it straight off his shoulders. There were only burnt and frazzled bits of bone, flesh and what was once a thinking brain. Sila was angry. She needed captain Mearin for the task that she and the Chyrops had planned.
Three of Sila’s leading men entered the tent. They stepped over the smouldering body of the prefect. “M’lady.” One of the men said. Sila held her head in one hand, forced into thinking of a solution. This force unit must return to the Paris citadel and its general. The plans must come together. The Paris general is one of many that are close to ‘the world’ president. “M’lady.” Another man tried to catch her attention from deep thought. “There are three people outside. One of them says he knows you. He saved your life.”
“Bring them in.” Lancas, Zaff and Miri entered. “Of course, it’s you from the clan settlement. Welcome to this... prefects tent. Not mine of course. Sorry about the bodies too. There was a death warrant, an execution that went a little wrong.
“Tell me Sila who you are?” Lancas asked, pleading with his hands open.
“I am Sila of the Chyrops, leader of the free people. We aim to build a new world.” She smiled. “I am the chosen one to lead the whole of ‘the world’ eventually.”
“And the drones? They are on your side?
Sila took time out to explain to the three how she became to be the chosen one, the goddess. It was something that disabled the Mecha cities leaving the drones to be used as allies. Something amazing that came from the sky named Chyrops. Now her warriors and free people are people of the Chyrops. But the president knows of the Chyrops and wants them destroyed. The president needs to know how to destroy the Chyrops completely and start the Mecha cities again.
“Fuck! You mean our own president wants the Mecha?”
“It seems so. But our friend Chyrops from the heavens will help us stop all of that, using peace first and violence as a last resort. Chyrops does not want the president to be killed.”
“Despite what they have done. Creating a Mecha enemy against mankind?” Lancas asked. “I think that is weak.”
“So my dear Lancas, you would prefer to be as hostile as he was?” She pointed to the corpse of prefect Audin.
Captain Corbain came to the prefect’s tent. He was back in uniform but a little dishevelled. He threw down the official badges of the captains on the table. “We surrender.” He told Sila. “This unit is in your hands and you have four hundred prisoners of war. What next, more executions?” He looked at the bodies of Audin and Mearin.
“Mearin took his own life after executing the prefect. We need a forces leader to deliver a document to the Paris citadel and the general.” Sila explained. “My armies can’t do it. It will be seen as invasion and an act of war. Chyrops doesn’t want it that way. We must use peace.” Corbain noticed the document on the desk and picked it up. He began reading the first page which outlined the peace treaty between ‘the world’ president and Chyrops. Then on the second page he saw the death warrant on Audin under Chyrops orders.
“I would say the number of humans he had killed was probably more than the warrant states.” Corbain said with remorse. “He was a beast disguised as a human.” He looked down at the prefect’s body. “How many of us desired to see him gone.” He put the document back onto the table. “He ruled using fear.” He looked at Sila. “Do you know what it is like to be ruled by fear? We captains passed on orders to the soldiers. The soldiers, many of them educated to kill on demand believing that all other human life was worthless.” Lancas gave a deep breath and threw a side glance at Zaff whilst listening to Corbain. “I know what ‘the world’ president is.” Corbain continued. “Neither human nor machine, they are alien.”
“And Chyrops is alien too.” Sila said. “An alien who believes that mankind should be free and they should be given back their planet, their ‘world’ to be united under all mankind. Already Chyrops has disabled the Mecha program and given the drones to me. I control the drones. I, Sila.”
Corbain laughed and rested himself against the desk holding the document. “You Sila. Already I sense power in what you say.” He thought for a while. “I will lead this unit back to the Paris citadel. Under the president once I hand over your document, I expect to die. It is worth a try I suppose, bearing in mind that carrying the rank of a captain is always risky from those who command us. I cannot thank you for releasing me from the tree by the way. You got in the way of fate and now my life will last a little longer.”
Lancas and Zaff were clean shaven and hair cut in warrior uniform, including Miri who was now part of the hundreds of women inspired by Sila, ready to fight alongside the men for freedom whether she wanted to or not . The uniforms fitted well, but being leather they made one sweat too easily. The three were in one of many mess tents having good healthy food. Lancas sat opposite Miri at the long table shared by many other warriors. “She looks good in that garb.” He said to Zaff sat beside him. “It shows up all of her curves. Better than being naked don’t you think? I always liked a woman in uniform.”
“A woman in uniform? This is the first time.” Zaff replied.
“No my lad. I’ve put plenty of whores in my uniforms many times.” Lancas laughed, grabbing Zaff’s shoulder. He looked at Miri again, only in a more sexual way, the reminiscence of the visits to whore houses and the odd settler that he had fucked, and his cock began to stiffen with those thoughts. “I need a good fuck right now. I still wouldn’t mind that Sila. She is the woman of my dreams and that certain magic she has with it. Fuck.”
“She knows you.” Zaff said. “You saved her life remember.” Lancas stopped eating his food and stood up leaning on Zaff’s shoulder.
“My fucking cock is tight in this uniform lad.” He altered the groin area for more comfort. “Can’t help having a big cock, he needs feeding and my balls are full.”
Lancas left the mess tent and made his way through the wood and other tents to the tent Sila was using. He stood outside and looked around for any guards. There were none and he dared to enter. The woman of his desires was sleeping. “Sila.” He whispered. She woke up and uncovered herself, exposing her breasts. “I was thinking...” Lancas said. Within a few minutes they were both naked and he had entered her from behind and he began pumping deep into her. There was a mix of sexual groans and orgasmic ecstasy coming from the tent. It was Sila’s first time since losing her virginity several years ago. Zaff stood close by listening and thinking to himself; was it that easy to fuck a goddess? Miri had told him many things about Sila that the settlers and clans believed in. Sila was their saviour blessed by the god Chyrops.
Lancas remained a guest of Sila’s all through the night. Both needed each other’s company desperately, although it was not love as yet. It was purely sexual satisfaction. From her perspective, Lancas did save her life by stopping Zaff from shooting her and he was mature and handsome, and now she had found a man that could satisfy her with his manhood, even though it was the first in many years and this time not forced upon her as a virginity sacrifice to Chyrops. Lancas lay next to her on her makeshift bed of cushions and blankets. She gazed upwards has he ran his fingers over her pert nipples. “Why are you telling these people that you are a goddess?”
“So that they will follow me. Chyrops wants it to be that way. I have to lead them to freedom.”
“Why not let fucking Chyrops have a good scrap with ‘the world’ president, kick their ass and leave us humans out of it? To me it sounds like another game using us as pawns.”
“Pawns?”
To Be Continued...
Sci-Fi
ALIEN EARTH
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The nightfall came with a bright moon now waning from being full the previous night, but it was still big and bright in the sky. Lancas kept a keen watch on the distant camp with his binoculars to the sounds of love making nearby. “You two keep that fucking noise down.” The compound in the troop camp was almost complete. “Fuck! Sila?”
Down in the troop camp one of the guards entered the prefect’s tent. He sat in his chair drinking more of the coffee. The guard saluted. “Sir, there is someone to see you. They say they come in peace for a conference.” The prefect put down his cup and called out loud for Mearin. He stepped outside and captain Mearin joined him. They both looked at their visitor. A girl on a white horse with blonde hair in full dark leather uniform brandishing a laser gun, the guards, Audin and Mearin looked perplexed.
“Don’t even think about it Audin. I can frazzle you in a split second of you reaching for your gun.” She warned. “I come in peace. First release your captain from that tree.”
“Fuck you bitch.” The prefect replied with a laugh. “Who the fuck are you? I am prefect Audin from citadel Paris. Nobody tells me what to do, especially a woman.”
“Sir, she is a warrior, come to talk peace...” Mearin began to explain, but Audin covered his mouth with the palm of his hand.
“Get off that horse slave bitch. You are a Mecha slave.” He pointed at her uniform. “I see it now. The Mecha have new slaves like you, warriors to match the force.”
“I am Sila of the free people. Yes, I am a warrior, but a warrior of peace. Now free your captain and you and I can talk.”
“Talk?” Audin laughed. “I would rather fuck you and then rip out your genitalia, how does that sound bitch?”
“I warn you, I can kill you in an instant.”
“And my troops will open fire on you and that beautiful beast and frazzle you.”
Sila gave a whistle and hundreds of warriors in leather uniforms carrying lasers came out of the wood and assembled behind her. “Are these enough to convince you prefect?” Mearin tried to guess how many troops the warrior leader had, but they had to be many at least, matching their own four hundred. And, not all of the forces troops had laser weapons. The warriors may all be laser equipped and able to take out ten troops like the drones. For a moment the air was silent. Audin looked at Mearin.
“Get out of my fucking head. I know what you are thinking.” Audin said. He stared to the ground and kicked the grass with his boot. Leron gave a snort and moved nervously. Sila patted him and whispered to keep him at peace. It was clear that the prefect made the horse nervous. Audin laughed. “Even your horse is scared of me bitch.”
“Do we talk? Or do I fry all of your troops?"
Audin opened his arms. “Start talking.” He said with a smile, unconvinced that he and his army were in a dangerous situation. “I am not releasing my disgraced captain though.”
On the hillside Lancas saw the night sky light up with hundreds of drones over the woods. They were easily identified by their red eye that scanned for heat from a human body. “Oh shit! Mecha attack!” he called out. Zaff and Miri appeared from nowhere to join him. “They are heading for the troop camp. It’s a raid. Those guys down there are going to die and they are out of range of my pistol and your fucking rifle. You my lad are about to witness a massacre.”
Audin and his troops suddenly looked up above the trees. They saw the drones, the Mecha soldiers. Their one red light as they hovered, each one half a metre in diameter. There was just a combined hum of their elevation motors. “Fuck.” Audin said in a whisper. He looked at Sila. “I knew it. You are human Mecha warriors.”
“No prefect, we beat the Mecha without your armies and freed the slaves, even trained some of them to be warriors like us.” She looked up at the hovering drones. “Even their deadly machines, the drones are now protectors of the free.”
She looked at a shocked Audin. “Now we need to make peace with the force and most important of all ‘the world’ president.” She smiled. “Prefect Audin, I think the shoe is on the other foot? A familiar saying of yours I believe?”
Audin pointed to Sila. “Whoever the fuck you are I need one question answering.”
“What is your question prefect?"
“Who is Chyrops?”
“I am Sila of the Chyrops. Does that answer your question?”
Lancas, Zaff and Miri headed towards the camp down the hill as fast as they could. “Something is happening down there and we need to be there.” Lancas said, catching his breath with every step and stride, a soldier definitely out of condition. Zaff was busily helping Miri, sending stones and grit rolling.
Sila entered the prefect’s tent as he sat in his chair. Mearin stood beside him. Sila looked around. “Nice tents the force give to you prefect. I like your curtains of the finest silk and cloth.” She looked down. “Oh and I must comment on your fine carpet.” She removed her leather gloves and reached into her leather kit bag. Audin admired the way her uniform fit tightly showing off her slim curves. She threw a paper file on his desk and he picked it up and laughed.
“Paper files? Ancient are we?”
“We no longer use computers. Every communication is typed by hand including orders, which you should find there. The only controlled machines are the drones. The Mecha cities are dead and have been for some time. Your force can destroy as many as they want.”
“May I offer you some coffee, warrior girl?” Audin asked flicking through the document. Sila was surprised and accepted. “Don’t worry it isn’t poisoned. I’ve drinking it all evening, which reminds me I must find somewhere to take a piss.” Sila poured herself a cup of coffee as the prefect left his tent. She looked at the stern faced captain Mearin. Immediately she realised he was Audin’s right hand man. But how strong was he? Because she had orders to kill Audin for his crimes against humanity. She needed a strong captain to deliver the documents to Paris and the general. Audin was also drunk and stupid just flicking through the pages of the document, because his death sentence was written clearly on the second page.
“He is a dead man isn’t he?” Mearin asked. “All of us commanders no doubt, I am not afraid of dying. I have killed many under his orders.” Sila looked at him and opened the document to the death warrant given by Chyrops for prefect Audin. “Execution? Who will do it?” Mearin asked.
“The one man who hates him the most.” She replied and sipped her coffee. “I know exactly who that man is captain Mearin. He is only half a metre away from me.”
“Yes. I have hated that bastard for years. It will be hard, but a pleasure.”
“As soon as he re-enters the tent after his piss, laser him in the heart. Make it quick captain Mearin. Don’t make him suffer. Nobody needs a slow painful death.” Sila explained.
“Will you be our prefect, our leader?” Mearin asked.
“No. I intend that you become leading captain and return to the Paris citadel with the documents.”
Prefect Audin entered his tent. He glanced at Mearin holding his laser gun and in an instant it was over. Audin was dead with a frazzled hole in his chest. Then Mearin put the gun to his own head and blew it straight off his shoulders. There were only burnt and frazzled bits of bone, flesh and what was once a thinking brain. Sila was angry. She needed captain Mearin for the task that she and the Chyrops had planned.
Three of Sila’s leading men entered the tent. They stepped over the smouldering body of the prefect. “M’lady.” One of the men said. Sila held her head in one hand, forced into thinking of a solution. This force unit must return to the Paris citadel and its general. The plans must come together. The Paris general is one of many that are close to ‘the world’ president. “M’lady.” Another man tried to catch her attention from deep thought. “There are three people outside. One of them says he knows you. He saved your life.”
“Bring them in.” Lancas, Zaff and Miri entered. “Of course, it’s you from the clan settlement. Welcome to this... prefects tent. Not mine of course. Sorry about the bodies too. There was a death warrant, an execution that went a little wrong.
“Tell me Sila who you are?” Lancas asked, pleading with his hands open.
“I am Sila of the Chyrops, leader of the free people. We aim to build a new world.” She smiled. “I am the chosen one to lead the whole of ‘the world’ eventually.”
“And the drones? They are on your side?
Sila took time out to explain to the three how she became to be the chosen one, the goddess. It was something that disabled the Mecha cities leaving the drones to be used as allies. Something amazing that came from the sky named Chyrops. Now her warriors and free people are people of the Chyrops. But the president knows of the Chyrops and wants them destroyed. The president needs to know how to destroy the Chyrops completely and start the Mecha cities again.
“Fuck! You mean our own president wants the Mecha?”
“It seems so. But our friend Chyrops from the heavens will help us stop all of that, using peace first and violence as a last resort. Chyrops does not want the president to be killed.”
“Despite what they have done. Creating a Mecha enemy against mankind?” Lancas asked. “I think that is weak.”
“So my dear Lancas, you would prefer to be as hostile as he was?” She pointed to the corpse of prefect Audin.
Captain Corbain came to the prefect’s tent. He was back in uniform but a little dishevelled. He threw down the official badges of the captains on the table. “We surrender.” He told Sila. “This unit is in your hands and you have four hundred prisoners of war. What next, more executions?” He looked at the bodies of Audin and Mearin.
“Mearin took his own life after executing the prefect. We need a forces leader to deliver a document to the Paris citadel and the general.” Sila explained. “My armies can’t do it. It will be seen as invasion and an act of war. Chyrops doesn’t want it that way. We must use peace.” Corbain noticed the document on the desk and picked it up. He began reading the first page which outlined the peace treaty between ‘the world’ president and Chyrops. Then on the second page he saw the death warrant on Audin under Chyrops orders.
“I would say the number of humans he had killed was probably more than the warrant states.” Corbain said with remorse. “He was a beast disguised as a human.” He looked down at the prefect’s body. “How many of us desired to see him gone.” He put the document back onto the table. “He ruled using fear.” He looked at Sila. “Do you know what it is like to be ruled by fear? We captains passed on orders to the soldiers. The soldiers, many of them educated to kill on demand believing that all other human life was worthless.” Lancas gave a deep breath and threw a side glance at Zaff whilst listening to Corbain. “I know what ‘the world’ president is.” Corbain continued. “Neither human nor machine, they are alien.”
“And Chyrops is alien too.” Sila said. “An alien who believes that mankind should be free and they should be given back their planet, their ‘world’ to be united under all mankind. Already Chyrops has disabled the Mecha program and given the drones to me. I control the drones. I, Sila.”
Corbain laughed and rested himself against the desk holding the document. “You Sila. Already I sense power in what you say.” He thought for a while. “I will lead this unit back to the Paris citadel. Under the president once I hand over your document, I expect to die. It is worth a try I suppose, bearing in mind that carrying the rank of a captain is always risky from those who command us. I cannot thank you for releasing me from the tree by the way. You got in the way of fate and now my life will last a little longer.”
Lancas and Zaff were clean shaven and hair cut in warrior uniform, including Miri who was now part of the hundreds of women inspired by Sila, ready to fight alongside the men for freedom whether she wanted to or not . The uniforms fitted well, but being leather they made one sweat too easily. The three were in one of many mess tents having good healthy food. Lancas sat opposite Miri at the long table shared by many other warriors. “She looks good in that garb.” He said to Zaff sat beside him. “It shows up all of her curves. Better than being naked don’t you think? I always liked a woman in uniform.”
“A woman in uniform? This is the first time.” Zaff replied.
“No my lad. I’ve put plenty of whores in my uniforms many times.” Lancas laughed, grabbing Zaff’s shoulder. He looked at Miri again, only in a more sexual way, the reminiscence of the visits to whore houses and the odd settler that he had fucked, and his cock began to stiffen with those thoughts. “I need a good fuck right now. I still wouldn’t mind that Sila. She is the woman of my dreams and that certain magic she has with it. Fuck.”
“She knows you.” Zaff said. “You saved her life remember.” Lancas stopped eating his food and stood up leaning on Zaff’s shoulder.
“My fucking cock is tight in this uniform lad.” He altered the groin area for more comfort. “Can’t help having a big cock, he needs feeding and my balls are full.”
Lancas left the mess tent and made his way through the wood and other tents to the tent Sila was using. He stood outside and looked around for any guards. There were none and he dared to enter. The woman of his desires was sleeping. “Sila.” He whispered. She woke up and uncovered herself, exposing her breasts. “I was thinking...” Lancas said. Within a few minutes they were both naked and he had entered her from behind and he began pumping deep into her. There was a mix of sexual groans and orgasmic ecstasy coming from the tent. It was Sila’s first time since losing her virginity several years ago. Zaff stood close by listening and thinking to himself; was it that easy to fuck a goddess? Miri had told him many things about Sila that the settlers and clans believed in. Sila was their saviour blessed by the god Chyrops.
Lancas remained a guest of Sila’s all through the night. Both needed each other’s company desperately, although it was not love as yet. It was purely sexual satisfaction. From her perspective, Lancas did save her life by stopping Zaff from shooting her and he was mature and handsome, and now she had found a man that could satisfy her with his manhood, even though it was the first in many years and this time not forced upon her as a virginity sacrifice to Chyrops. Lancas lay next to her on her makeshift bed of cushions and blankets. She gazed upwards has he ran his fingers over her pert nipples. “Why are you telling these people that you are a goddess?”
“So that they will follow me. Chyrops wants it to be that way. I have to lead them to freedom.”
“Why not let fucking Chyrops have a good scrap with ‘the world’ president, kick their ass and leave us humans out of it? To me it sounds like another game using us as pawns.”
“Pawns?”
To Be Continued...
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It seems that the Mecha, the monsters have stopped and there is a new regime of hardened human leaders. A twist in the tale
Good story twist. Isn't great to be a storyteller?
The world is at your finger tips, and as a sub creator you love being in control, don't you?
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I love music, words, sex and numbers
When I apply each to you, it is rather unique.
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From Sunday until Wednesday I have been on my own, because TRT and our girls went to visit TRT's parents in Tyneside. I had a visit from a neighbour
we have gotten to know since moving from Ibiza to Devon. She isn't much older than myself and wanted to look at the palms of my hands. I let her look
and she studied them closely. "I keep getting this overwhelming feeling of war." She said, "So far in every persons hands I have looked at, including yours."
That could be common knowledge because of the news and Syria. Then she studied my palms further and said; "You are writing a story about war."
I was astounded. My recent story on Lit. She couldn't be a member. I just told her that I was too busy to write and we continued to have coffee and talk
about the standards of higher education in the UK. I will confess, the incident did give me the creeps...
hairball18
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From Sunday until Wednesday I have been on my own, because TRT and our girls went to visit TRT's parents in Tyneside. I had a visit from a neighbour
we have gotten to know since moving from Ibiza to Devon. She isn't much older than myself and wanted to look at the palms of my hands. I let her look
and she studied them closely. "I keep getting this overwhelming feeling of war." She said, "So far in every persons hands I have looked at, including yours."
That could be common knowledge because of the news and Syria. Then she studied my palms further and said; "You are writing a story about war."
I was astounded. My recent story on Lit. She couldn't be a member. I just told her that I was too busy to write and we continued to have coffee and talk
about the standards of higher education in the UK. I will confess, the incident did give me the creeps...
She just wanted to hold your hands. That is pretty creepy though
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Interesting
Some people that have been reading my story have come up with some ideas for a title. They are quite good ones, so I will have to write them down on post-it notes, fold them and pick one out of a vacant fish bowl
