"For the Betterment of Planet Earth" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

Alex spoke of the special services that the US military could offer for the situation in Gaza. Valla considered the offer, and was about to say that it would be unnecessary.

"I think it's a good idea, My Queen," Dyah said before Valla could speak up, though. "If the Israelis were able to hide this weapon from us, who knows what else--"

Dyah went silent as Valla held a hand up casually. The Queen agreed, "You are correct." Looking to Alex, she said with a wide smile, "It seems, Emissary, that you have your first task."

Valla rose, gesturing Ryla closer; with her rise, Dyah instantely rose out of respect for the monarch. Valla told her Aide, "Please escort our guests to their quarters." To Alex, she said, "If you please ... contact President Victoria Steves of the United States of America and ask her to arrange this ... Nest Force of which you speak."

Her expression faded to a more serious look. "I cannot postpone Operation Gaza, however, Colonel Alex. It would set a bad precedent. This means you have 10 hours to contact President Victoria Stevens, arrange for this Nest, and have them arrive on site in Gaza City."

She considered it another moment, then added, "Colonel ... I would like you to take command of the Human unit. With Dyah providing the air cover and the Troya Ground Unit providing perimeter control, I do not see how this mission can fail."

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership

"Your Highness, I believe that we should contact the President together, that way your evidence could be transmitted to the White House at the same time we are making our case for a joint effort to neutralize the bomb." He did not have to be a CIA officer to know that Paula's people could be in danger if the nuke were detonated, let alone the hundreds of foreign journalists who were still bravely chronicling the IDF's increasingly heinous war crimes. "If the equipment you sent with Dyah's shuttle has been brought online, we should have no difficulty in doing so. As far as the actual operation to neutralize the bomb is concerned, my suggestion is to use jamming equipment in case the IDF has a remote detonation sequence set up, and have AVs covering us under stealth until the bomb has been found. If the NEST personnel can't defuse it, you can use the same device you used on our other warheads. When we deploy jammers, we have the ability to allow certain frequencies to work normally. Can you adjust your technology to have the same effect?"

Of course, Alex might be making these suggestions while waiting for the connection to be established, or perhaps to her ranking military officer. Regardless, these and other details would be coordinated with the Human response teams in the near future.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership:

Alex made his case for he and Valla speaking to POTUS together, to which she responded, "That is acceptable. No, that is preferable. Thank you for the suggestion, Colonel Alex."


The White House Situation Room
Washington DC

The early hours of 18 Sep 2030

President Victoria Stevens awoke to a soft knocking at her bedroom door. She'd only been asleep for a couple of hours, but she knew it had to be important. She sat up, calling out, "Enter."

Her newest Chief of Staff, Eleanor Bates, entered quickly, saying, "I need you to get up and beautified, Madam President. Queen Valla is asking for you on the ... what did we decide to call it again?"

"The videophone," Victoria murmured as she stretched, yawned, rose, and headed for the bathroom. As she did, Eleanor set up the 3D Communicator that the Troyna had brought down on one of their Shuttles that had landed at the still-under construction landing area at Andrews.

POTUS emerged, her hair pulled back in a ponytail to avoid having to fully brush it out. She mumbled, "I remember an episode of the Jetson's when I was a kid. The wife of the family, Jane ... she had this fake face mask with hair that she could put on when someone called her on the videophone and she wasn't already ... how did you say it, beautified?"

"Yes, Madam President," Eleanor said, helping Victoria into an elegant robe as she said, "You don't have time to dress. You'll have to remind the Queen that it's 2am here."

"Anyway, Jane had a cold in one episode, and she sneezed during the call," Victoria continued as Eleanor did some touchup, "And her face mask popped off, revealing a headful of hair curlers and a face that desperately needed to be painted. Should I do my face?"

"No, Madam President," Eleanor said. "You're a beautiful woman without all that crap on your face, unlike the rest of us mere Humans."

Eleanor put Victoria on the small, inconspicuous taped "X" on the floor, backed away, looked her boss up and down one last time, then counted down three, two, one with her fingers as if she were directing the TV news. The front of the videophone lit up, and suddenly it was almost as if the alien leader was standing there in the room between the two Human females.

Valla looked as beautiful and regal as she had the first and every time the Humans of Earth had laid eyes upon her. Victoria wondered sometimes if Valla had an Eleanor who did her hair and makeup before her transmissions, or if she looked like this 24/7.

Standing next to Valla was, unexpectedly, Lieutenant Colonel Stewart, USAF. Victoria knew that Alex was aboard the Mothership, but this was the first time she'd seen the two of them together on one call.

"Queen Valla, it's good to see you as always," Victoria greeted. Looking to the male in the hologram, she added, "Colonel Stewart, good to see you as well."

"Greetings, Madam President," Valla returned, performing the traditional head-nod, double fisted salute.

Victoria put a fist over her own heart and nodding her head slightly forward; she felt silly for having not done so already, but one had to remember that this was the first Royal who she'd met while in office, despite being 20 months into her first term as POTUS. She asked politely, "What is it that I can do for you today, Your Highness."

"I wish to thank you in your efforts to convince the State of Israel's Prime Minister to withdraw his troops and military equipment from the State of Palestine's Territory of Gaza," Valla began.

"Our intelligence sources tell me that the IDF has been pulling troops out of Gaza," Victoria responded. "Prime Minister Netanyahu tells me that they should complete the withdrawal in time for your arrival at sunrise on the 19th."

"If only that were true, Madam President," Valla said.

When Victoria asked for clarification, Valla told her about the bomb left behind to kill the Troyna Relief Team and any Palestinians who might still be in Gaza City. Victoria expressed her doubt that Netanyahu would do such a thing, to which Valla turned slightly toward Alex, gestured the floor to him, and said to Victoria, "Perhaps you would believe this if it came from the Emissary."

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership
"Thank you, Your Highness." Alex stepped forward and saluted the President, still in his camouflage uniform. "I have little reason to doubt the Troyna on this, Madam President. They've detected a definite nuclear signature down there, but they can't pinpoint an exact location. Paula tells me that Langley had been receiving unconfirmed reports about the IDF developing a means to mask the locations of their warheads. It seems those reports are true."

Gesturing towards someone out of view, a series of files, translated to English, began being downloaded into the so-called videophone, their formats easily compatible with the operating systems of the US government and military. "Here is all the evidence the Troyna have, but feel free to verify--" Stevens held up a hand for silence. "No, no, I don't need to hear any more. It's the only thing that makes sense. They've been fighting tooth and nail to hold onto and justify this pathetic little genocide of theirs, and all of a sudden they pull out? You will have everything we can spare. A NEST unit with a Ranger escort will be on-site in eight hours at the border. A squadron will provide air cover and we'll have drones on overwatch. You more comfortable in the air, Colonel, or do you want to get your hands dirty and command the ground-pounders?" Alex smirked and said, "I'll get my hands dirty, if it's all the same to you, Madam President. Besides, any IDF that are still there are there because they don't intend to leave Gaza alive. I'd be happy to help them fulfill that part of their mission." POTUS nodded, her face a mask of grim determination. "Your Highness, we would be honored to perform this operation alongside your people, since it is your intelligence services that brought this heinous act to our attention before it was too late. We will send people to Andrews that can coordinate with your officers, if you would like to embark upon the first joint Human-Troyna military operation in history."

 

[desperado1089]

Washington, DC

"I know one thing," Robert said as he gently helped Liz to her feet and walked arm-in-arm with her to the nearest bed. "We should not underestimate Anya. I believe if she manages to ascend to the Troyna throne, then things will not end well for Humanity. That said, we are a long way from that. For now, yes, she deserves our protection and our care. She may still need your help, after all. She is light-years from home, and has been left here for far longer than the normal Troyna lifespan. Perhaps that has caused her to need help even though she is, in fact, a human-Troyna hybrid." He was helping Liz into comfortable clothes to sleep in the entire time he spoke, and now he snuggled with her under the covers. "But we can't help her if we're falling asleep every ten minutes. Rest, Lizzy. We can keep on looking for her in the morning."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

Valla was pleased with POTUS's reply to the Emissary's request. She had to remind herself that Victoria likely saw Alex as an Air Force Officer first and Troyna representative second. Valla would continue to do her best to make the male feel more and more like her representative, though -- having seen him at work thus far -- she doubted that she could ever get him to fully make the transition to her Aide; he was too dedicated to his current role as American military officer.

As he talked to the President, Valla studied Alex. Her mind filled with images of naked Human males; she mulled over her education about their physiology, the sexual organs, their sexuality, and how all three had been deemed close enough to that of Troyna to, perhaps, make sexual interaction not only possible but pleasurable, too ... for both.

She flashed back to the moment when POTUS began, "Your Highness, we would be honored to perform this operation alongside your people..."

Victoria continued rambling on about Intelligence Services, heinous acts, and more. Valla smiled, responding, "Thank you, Madam President Victoria." She glanced to Ryla, who -- anticipating the question -- held up her tablet with a number on it. Valla continued, "There are 28 hours before my Relief Forces begin their landing at dawn on the 19th. The Emissary will work with you and your forces to conduct the mission to locate and disable the atomic device during the early morning hours of that day."

Valla's expression became more serious as she continuing, "I will not delay the arrival of the Relief Force. It would set a bad precedent." She paused to draw and release a breath. She glanced to Alex, then back to POTUS before she finished, "If the device is not located ... many Troyna will die."

"That's not going to happen, Your Highness," Victoria said firmly. She looked to Alex, stressing, "Will it, Colonel...?" And then, to fit with the alien's demeanor, she performed another one fist salute and corrected, "Emissary."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

FBI Safe House
Washington, DC

"I know one thing," Robert said as he guided Liz to the nearest bedroom.

She wanted to lay with him and didn't hesitate to go with him willingly. Her mind was spinning, and -- in the past -- it had always comforted her to be in Robert's arms.

"We should not underestimate Anya," he said. "I believe if she manages to ascend to the Troyna throne, then things will not end well for Humanity."

His words, as well as his touch, comforted Liz. She had come to the conclusion that Anya was in fact a Human-Troyna hybrid; the DNA results seemed to prove that to her as she couldn't imagine any other reason for the ... mutations?

But who was the proper Queen of the Troyna? Anya claimed Valla had an ulterior motive, that she would enslave the Human Race for the benefit of the Troyna. But thus far, Valla had done nothing nefarious to the Humans: she'd eliminated nuclear weapons; she'd diminished China's and Russian's military forces; she'd saved Warsaw from destruction; and, after its destruction, Valla was helping the people of Kyiv.

"That said, we are a long way from that," Robert continued regarding Anya. He talked about how she still needed his protection and Liz's psychiatric services. He verified his feelings about Anya's alien story with, "She is light-years from home, and has been left here for far longer than the normal Troyna lifespan."

Liz wondered, How long is a Troyna lifespan? We know that Anya's DNA was manipulated to lengthen the life of her Human body. But what is she'd been born a Troyna? Would she have died after 50 years? 70? 100? 200?

"Perhaps that has caused her to need help even though she is, in fact, a human-Troyna hybrid," he said.

By now Robert had helped a very willing Liz out of her street clothes and into a sleeping tee. She slipped into the bed, with him sliding in to snuggle up against her. He felt so good to her, and she wrapped her arms and one leg around him to pull him as close to her as she could.

"But we can't help her if we're falling asleep every ten minutes, Lizzy," Robert told her, referring to her obvious state of exhaustion. "We can keep on looking for her in the morning."

She hadn't spoken a word since leaving the safe house's living room, but now as she held him to her and kissed his neck, then his jawline, then his cheek, and finally met his mouth in a slow but deeply passionate kiss, Liz whispered, "I need you inside me, Robert."

.................................
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She began their lovemaking session the way she knew he liked it, by throwing the blankets back to let him watch as she sucked his cock. Her great skill and loving dedication built him close toward but not to explosion, where she calmed down to lengthen the pleasure until he was ready to beg for orgasm. Liz pumped his shaft hard as he began cumming, filling her mouth with his warm, thick, salty seed.

Swallowing and licking him clean, she slipped her panties off and mounted him to ride him first slowly and gently, then faster and energetically until she was calling out loudly toward the ceiling; Anya wasn't here to overhear them, and even though she knew that there were two FBI agents outside the doors and another two in a car on the street, she let herself go with wild abandon as Robert's contact with her G-spot sent her to heights they hadn't enjoyed in months.

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership

"No, ma'am!", Alex said in response to his Commander-in-Chief, saluting her with his parade-ground best. When she returned it, he relaxed fractionally and said, "I will get to work as soon as I have had some sleep, Madam President. In the meantime, I am certain the brass from both of our respective militaries have a lot to talk about."

When the call was concluded, Alex saluted the Queen in the Troyna fashion, with one fist closed over his heart. "I know the way to the quarters from last time. They afforded me a lovely view of your ship's guns blasting the nukes from Russia and China, and I am sure the view tonight will be much calmer. Good night, Queen Valla. Good night, Dyah. Good night, Paula and Ryla. May all who have the time, sleep well." With that, he made his way out of the dining room and back to the common area, where one of the guards from earlier handed him back his gun belt. "Thank you, and please tell your comrades that I apologize for my outburst earlier." Salutes were exchanged, the normally stoic Royal Guard smirking a little. Through his translator, he said, "We Troyna also feel that this ambush is, as you Humans might say, totally fucked up. You already have our respect. Once this mission is complete and the device is disarmed, you will have our gratitude. Sleep well, Friend Alex."

When he arrived at his quarters, Alex took off his gun belt, and, reminded of the possibility that there were Troyna that were undermining Valla's efforts for Humanity, he slipped the Walther that Paula's people gave him under his pillow before he crawled into bed in just his underwear.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

"I will get to work as soon as I have had some sleep, Madam President," Alex said.

Victoria snorted slightly, wanting to remind both Alex and Valla that it was 2am in DC.

He continued, "In the meantime, I am certain the brass from both of our respective militaries have a lot to talk about."

To that, Victoria did respond: "I'll get the Joint Chiefs on it from our end ... get NEST and a Special Forces team up and preparing. They train for this, so ... we should be able ... no, we will get this done right, Your Highness."

"I know the way to the quarters from last time" Alex said after Valla dismissed him and Anya.

Valla smiled politely, responding, "I think it would be better if you had an escort, Friend Alex ... Friend Paula." Then, in case he didn't understand her true reason, she simply said, "Protocol."

They exchanged farewells, with Ryla assigning the Guards at the door the duty of escorting the Humans to their quarters. Alex and Paula retrieved their weapons on the way which surprised the latter; she hadn't expected to get her Beretta back until they reboarded the Shuttle for departure.

Paula wanted to speak to Alex about what had just happened; a great deal had transpired, and she didn't think she should wait until morning. She milled about her room for a minute or two, marveling at it; just as she'd seen some magnificent town squares and communal centers around the world, Paula had seen some amazing suites in the most luxurious hotels, but this put most of them to shame.

Stepping outside and finding the Guard still there, Paula smiled and explained, "I have something I need to tell the Colonel."

The Guard stepped aside and politely gestured her toward the next door down the hall. She smiled to the Guard there, too, before knocking. She didn't hear any movement on the other side of the door, not saying that there wasn't any. She could have knocked again but instead simply opened the door and stepped inside. A few steps forward and the room opened up, and there was Alex.

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership

When Alex heard Paula knock on and then enter the room, he sat up in bed and turned on the light. "Sorry, I should have asked you if you needed to talk." He leaned over and grabbed his T-shirt from the floor and shrugged into it, then got out of bed and pulled on his pants before gesturing towards a small seating area. "What's on your mind?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Alex's Stateroom
Aboard the Mothership

"Sorry, I should have asked you if you needed to talk,"

"That's okay," Paula responded. "I should have said something."

As Alex sat up to don his tee shirt, Paula admired the man's fit torso. She should have expected muscular tightness from a pilot, what with the training of which they partake to endure the high G's of aerial maneuvering. And yet, it still affected Paula to see such an example of sculpted magnificence.

Alex did his best to maintain his modesty as he pushed the bedding aside and don his pants, yet he failed; between the shedding of the blankets and the dangling downward of his tee's lower hem, Paula got a good, though quick viewing of his bulging underwear. She couldn't help but wonder whether he was somewhat to mostly erect at the moment by what she saw. His package, like his torso, was ... nice.

He asked as he stood, his body finally once again decent, "What's on your mind?"

"Oh, um ... nothing in particular," Paula responded, momentarily in another place, specifically an imagined bed in a beach bungalow in some exotic island paradise, with Lieutenant Colonel Alex Stewart, USAF, ramming his cock deeply, roughly, and rapidly into her. She forced the thought out of her mind -- she was his protection, not his fuck toy -- and continued, "It's just ... we covered a lot of ground tonight ... and I wanted to discuss some of it while it was still fresh in my mind."

Paula found the pitcher of water on his suite's kitchen table that she'd found in her own and went to pour herself a glass -- and Alex if he wanted one -- while she began asking questions. They spent a several minutes discussing everything from the scientifically advanced Shuttles and Attack vehicles, of which Alex had more knowledge than she, obviously; to the incredible beast that was the Mothership.

"I mean, that plaza down there," Paula said with awe. "It was like being in the Iran Mall again. I mean, I actually think I saw a fucking Starbucks and a McDonalds down there ... I mean ... not that the Iran Mall has either one of them, but you know what I mean."

The Iran Mall, outside of Tehran, was the world's largest shopping center, with 15 million square feet of leased space, 7 floors, and more than 2500 businesses. Paula had been there a couple of years ago to meet a contact regarding an illegal sale of fissionable material, and after the meet was cancelled due to her counterpart's capture and -- days later -- subsequent execution, she'd taken a few hours to do some shopping ... to make herself look legitimate, she'd put in her report.

"And that Valla ... wow," Paula went on. "What a magnificent beauty she is. I mean, if I was into women ... and aliens, of course--" She had to chuckle. "--I mean, I'd be all over that."

She sipped at her glass of water as she wandered over toward the windows that -- similarly to the Queen's quarters but on a less grand scale -- looked out upon the planet below. The Mothership's orbital path had them currently almost directly over Eastern China, one of the only places in the world in which Paula had never worked. With more awe, she said, "I could just sit her and look down upon that forever, couldn't you?"

After a moment she returned to a topic upon which she'd wanted to touch ever since dinner. "So ... Dyah. She's different than Valla. I mean, they're both so different, of course. Hell, if her hair wasn't cut short, almost female military style ... and she wasn't wearing all the elegant jewelry that Valla was, I might not be able to tell the two of them apart."

She paused to turn and study Alex as she continued, "I would be remiss in my duties as your protection up here if I didn't ask this, Colonel." She paused just a moment to consider her words carefully, then basically went the direct route, asking, "Are you hot to trot to fuck that alien, Alex?"

Quickly, Paula held a hand up in a casual stop gesture, continuing, "I mean, don't get me wrong; if Humans and Troyna could fuck ... which I have no idea whether that's possible or not ... I'd been stripping my clothes off for the Guards outside our doors. I mean, Jesus ... did you see the bodies on those guys? I swear, the one who walked me to my door could be Chris Hemsworth ... I mean, if he wasn't gray with pointy ears."

Paula stepped closer to Alex, becoming more serious as she finished, "I'm not trying to pry on your private life, Colonel. But it is my job to protect you while you conduct your assignment ... not the one from Queen Valla ... but the one from President Stevens ... which could be ... compromised ... if you were to, say, fall in total lust with a Troyna beauty such as Dyah."

 

[desperado1089]

(OOC regarding DC: Assume that the scene between Robert and Liz ended peacefully and they drifted off to a well-deserved sleep.)

Alex's Stateroom
Aboard the Mothership

Alex took a deep breath when Paula was finished with her questions and her justification for asking them. He thought he saw her checking him out when he briefly flashed her his underwear, and wondered just how much she wanted him. Pushing those thoughts to the side for the moment (but not before noting to himself that she was probably a little hot and bothered already by the guards outside the doors to their quarters), he addressed her concerns. "Well, to answer your question equally as bluntly as you asked it: yes. I would like nothing more than to pin her against the window and plow her Troyna brains out as we both look out upon the Earth and the stars beyond. That said, I would feel nothing for her if I thought she was our enemy. Wherever this fifth column lurks, it is not within Dyah. She had a perfect opportunity to kill me back when we both splashed down in the Pacific, and no one would have been any the wiser. But she was scared. Tell me, do secret resistance fighters get scared when faced with their enemies? No, they shout, 'Allahu Akbar' and clack off their S-vests. As for the more subtle approach you might be thinking of, in your many years at the Agency, have you ever known the overseers of a honey trap to be clairvoyant? There's no way they could have known that I would become the Emissary between Troyna and Humanity. Therefore, the anti-Human faction of Troyna that POTUS told us about would have had the choice to either kill me, or take a shot in the dark that I'd become someone important. Not a difficult decision, in my limited interaction with the espionage community. So, to sum up, I think that if Dyah was my enemy, she would not have faltered. She would have shot me true and I would now be shark shit. Now, are we done talking shop?" His conclusion was delivered calmly, with a hint of a smile, so as to not make Paula think that he was being impatient.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Somewhere near Washington DC
Dawn of 18 September 2030

Anya stood behind the sliding glass door of the suburban home, looking out upon the communal park laid out between it and another 30 homes or so that made up the private, secure neighborhood. She'd been watching early birds getting their worms, as well as squirrels hurrying up and down tall oaks and maples in between raiding the neighborhood's bird feeders of their contents.

The park included a trio of three-par golf holes, meant to satisfy the immediate needs of the HOA's tenants when they didn't have time to get to one of DC's three public courses and twice that many private and exclusive ones. A pair of men were practicing their chipping out of a sand bunker almost directly out in front of Anya when one of them thought he saw something interesting mostly hidden behind the glass of the door.

Anya slid the barrier open, more fully revealing her nearly nude form just as the first man tapped the second to get his attention. The pair stared in amazement before the first said to the second, "That ain't Carl Tyber's wife ... Jesus!"

"That ain't nobody's wife around here," the second man said, implying that this neighborhood wasn't the kind of community with such beautiful and demonstrative young women as Anya.

Smiling, the bared beauty reached up a hand and gestured the men to come toward her. The first tapped a Who, me? finger to his chest; the second's finger moved between the two as if to ask Which one of us? Anya laughed, dropped her robe to the floor, and called to them playfully, "First come, first serve."

Anya turned her back to them, letting them get a look at her perfect, apple-shaped ass as she disappeared deeper into the home. She didn't know exactly what happened out there on the fairway between the two men, but ultimately, they both entered through the opened door, looked about for her, found her in the bedroom, and -- at her beckoning -- began stripping their clothes off.



An hour later, each of them had had their fill of the woman who was easily though only apparently half their ages; in reality, of course, Anya was old enough to be each of the men's grandmother. As one of the men dozed gently in the bed, covered only by a sheet, the other sat in an armchair with the bed's blanket covering him from the waist down.

He ogled Anya as she walked about the room following a quick shower, eventually saying with a smile, "That was amazing. You're amazing."

She returned his smile as she stopped to strike a pose for a moment. "Thank you." She glanced to the man's passed out partner, saying, "I was surprised at how easily the two of you bared yourselves to one another to be with me. I mean, most men when they contemplate a threesome imagine it to be with two beautiful women, not a male with whom they are a friend."

The man laughed, explaining, "With a woman like you...? Hell, we would have fucked each other to win the right to be the one who got to fuck you next."

"Not that you had to, right?" Anya reminded him as she began donning some casual clothes she'd collected during their conversation from drawers and the walk-in closet.

"Yeah, about that," he began his curious inquiry. "I mean, this is Carl and Jolene Tyber's place. You most definitely aren't Jolene Tyber ... and while Carl hasn't exactly given up his little ... side pieces ... you're even out of reach of his grasps ... even when money is involved. So ... I gotta ask ... who are you ... what are you doing here ... and where are Carl and Jo--?"

The man went suddenly silent at the sight of Anya lifting an ominous looking .45 caliber pistol from a dresser drawer and pointing it at him. In her other hand, she lifted and displayed both men's wallets, which she'd collected while the one man was passed out and the second was in the bathroom taking a piss.

"See that pad of paper ... and the pen beside it...?" Anya said with total calm. "I want you to write down the PIN numbers of each of your credit and debit cards ... as well as what you believe the current balances and or credit lines of each to be."

The man was in shock, but after Anya pulled the hammer back on the weapon, he began complying ... quickly. It took a minute or so -- he had more than a dozen cards from half a dozen establishments -- for him to finish giving the woman the requested information, and when he had, Anya gestured him to his feet with the gun, pointed it toward the door to the hallway, and followed him as he went that way, still clutching the blanket around his waist.

"Through that door, please," she said at the next closed door. He pushed through, she followed, and -- just as he caught sight of the bodies of Carl and Jolene Tyber in the master bedroom's bed, also naked and bloody from multiple gunshots -- as he spun to face her to beg for his life, Anya put a round of metal through his forehead. As he slumped to the floor, she turned to head back to the other room, saying glibly, "Thanks."

In the other room, the sleeping man was sleeping no more, sitting up in bed with an expression of shock. Anay put him through the same paces of which she had her three previous donors, then shot him right where he still sat in the bed in which she'd given him and his buddy such a wondrous morning treat.

Closing up the house after searching it for cash and other valuables that could be easily pawned, Anya pulled the Tyber's Mercedes out of the garage and headed away. In a couple of hours, the trigger mechanism that she'd set on the controls of the gas furnace would set off the gas slowly filling the house.

It wouldn't be until late in the afternoon that the fire department put out the fire and discovered the bodies. The gasoline that Anya had poured over each of the bodies would delay indisputable determination of death by gunshot for a couple of more days. That would be plenty of time for Anya -- wearing different disguises and wigs -- to clean out the bank accounts of the three men and one woman, giving her enough money to stay safe and secure while she figured out her next steps.

Anya had lost communication links with her associates from her organization when she was forced into St. Sebastian. She needed to reconnect with them, to ensure that they knew that their Queen was still alive and working toward their shared goal of ensuring that Anya led the Troyna people in the conquest of Earth.

That organization had a Troyna name, of course, not that any Humans other than deeply secret National Intelligence Services and perhaps some deep delving investigative journalist would every use it. No, the name that they would come to call Anya's group by was The Fifth Column.

The name actually reached all the way back to the Spanish Civil War, almost a century earlier. Then, in 1936, any of a number of sources -- one of them having been Francisco Franco himself -- had, in speaking about the four Nationalist columns approaching Madrid, spoken also of a fifth column that was waiting to attack from the inside.

After that, the name Fifth Column became the go-to term for any group that was attacking or preparing to attack its own organization from within, to cause some sort of change which it felt was necessary and/or appropriate. In the case of Anya and her Troya associates, it would be used to refer to any action against Queen Valla's attempts to operate in conjunction with the Humans of Earth.

Anya found herself conflicted about her former watchers, FBI Special Agent Robert Peterson and St. Sebastian Psychiatrist Elizabeth Wilson. She'd like both of them very much; hell, she'd fucked -- or been fucked by -- Robert and had had imaginings about having such interactions with Liz, possibly with Robert naked with them, too.

She wanted to reconnect with them, to see if their feelings about her claims of being the true Troya Queen had manifested in a positive way. And sure, she wanted to have sex with them, too, but that was a desire she could fulfill with anyone -- just ask the Tybers and their neighbors.

Still, Robert provided Anya with a connection to the United States Federal Government, and that could be helpful. And Liz -- despite their minimal interaction thus far -- provided a bit of stability for Jane Doe 32's sometimes unstable mind.

She'd give it a couple of days before reconnecting with them. Maybe by then, Anya would have reconnected with her Fifth Column compatriots, too.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Alex's Stateroom
Aboard the Mothership

"Well, to answer your question equally as bluntly as you asked it," Alex began after Paula asked if he was contemplating fucking Dyah, "Yes. I would like nothing more than to pin her against the window and plow her Troyna brains out as we both look out upon the Earth and the stars beyond."

Paula couldn't help but laugh aloud, not just because of his reciprocal bluntness and honestly but because of the visual; glancing past him toward the planet below, Paula imagined how hot that would be as Alex -- or one of the Troyna, presuming they had cocks -- rammed deep, hard, and fast into her while she had her hands against the glass that was the only thing separating her from the void of space and the planet beyond.

Alex went on, explaining his feelings about Dyah, Valla, and the various situations and potential dangers that he, she, and the rest of the Human Race faced if the Troyna and Valla in particular turned out to be something they weren't.

Paula wished that she knew more about this opposition faction of Troyna about which the President only mentioned. They wouldn't begin hearing the name Fifth Column for a while yet, but once it came to light, it would cause the science fiction loving Paula to have flashbacks to the "V" television series in which the benevolent aliens turned out to be reptilian monsters eager to conquer Earth and ... what ... eat us all? Paula had always been disappointed that the series had ended before the audience -- before she! -- had learned just what the alien goal truly was.

"So, to sum up," Alex continued, "I think that if Dyah was my enemy, she ... would have shot me true and I would now be shark shit."

Paula didn't know the full details on what had happened down there in the Pacific that first time that then-Major Stewart had met the alien, Dyah, as they floated on the ocean atop her overturned spaceship. It was likely that no one ever would know the whole truth, not that that mattered now. What was important was that Alex truly believed that Dyah -- and in extension Valla and the Troyna as a whole -- were good, were benevolent, were friends to Earth and to its dominant species, Humans.

"Now, are we done talking shop?" Alex asked calmly, a hint of a smile spreading his lips.

"Done," she said after a moment and a smiled. "You bet."

She couldn't help but look him up and down one last time; she tried to picture him out of his clothes again, imagining the two of them up against that glass, their sweat smudging the surface as she screamed, he grunted, and the Troyna wondered What the fuck?

"Listen, I'm beat, so..." she said as she turned and headed for the exit. Before she opened it, Paula looked back to Alex, considered the topic, then asked just as bluntly, "Do you think they have cocks...? I mean, the male Troyna. I mean, the Guards and some of the others -- the military guys on the Shuttle and down in that Shuttle Bay -- they wear those tight suits that fit them ... tight through the crotch. And where you might see a bulge on a Human guy -- think gymnast or ballet dancer -- you don't see a bulge on the Troyna."

She couldn't know that the male Troyna's manhood -- when not deployed for breeding or pleasure -- was entirely contained within his body; the testicles were always within the body, while the penis extended from a tiny, almost pussy-like slit in the body when needed. She couldn't know that the Troyna male's manhood -- or would it be called Troynahood? -- emerged fully hardened and ready to go, about 7 inches long and as girthy as an above-average Human male of a similar length.

That didn't keep Paula from asking the question of Alex, though. It also didn't keep her from asking, "And the females ... do you think ... you know ... down there. You think they're like Human females?"

Again, Paula couldn't know anything about a female Troyna's womanhood, that it was almost identical in appearance to that of a Human female's pussy, with the exception that it wasn't pink in color but had varying shades of silver-gray, or that the Troyna didn't have a clitoris or G-spot. Instead, the exterior folds of a Troyna pussy was one big, easily stimulated erogenous zone; if Alex ever did one day get an opportunity to lay with Dyah -- or any other Troyna, for that matter -- he'd find that they were easily stimulated by finger, mouth, or cock and capable of deep, long, satisfying orgasm.

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership

"Oh, I have a feeling that we will both find out at some point in future," Alex said nonchalantly, but he did lean in such a way that his arm would partly block Paula's way towards the door. "However, I would like to address something else I noticed. You were checking me out earlier. And I know this talk of Troyna and their sexual characteristics has got to be something you're keenly interested in. Am I right?" His free hand gently brushed against her arm, nothing too overtly sexual, just something to express an interest in her. "I bet they have some kinda sheath, like dragon erotica, and it just pops out when they're ready to go. And of course, a Troyna female has a pussy, how else would they reproduce? Maybe their clits are more sensitive, or maybe they don't have any. Maybe they're hyper fertile, maybe they can control when they ovulate. But I think we will both have a lot of fun finding out." He hesitated a moment, and then said, "You can stay here tonight. If you want."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Alex's Quarters aboard the Mothership

"Oh, I have a feeling that we will both find out at some point in future," Alex said when Paula asked about Troyna sexuality, specifically their sexual organs.

Paula didn't fail to notice how Alex reached an arm out to the door frame to block her from opening it. She felt a tingle crawl up her spine, a combination of excitement and concern; she couldn't and wouldn't have a sexual encounter with Alex, simply because she was essentially his bodyguard, and she knew from experience that fucking your Charge could only turn out bad.

"You were checking me out earlier," Alex accused, correctly as it were.

"Not ... checking you out, per se," Paula responded, trying but failing to contain a guilty smirk. She considered other words and countered, "Sometimes my eyes just naturally go where they shouldn't." Then smiling wider, added, "Not that that's always a bad thing."

Paula wanted nothing more than to reach to Alex's pants, unfasten them, tear them and hers down, and go try out that fucking against the glass while looking down on Earth thing. But ... she restrained herself.

He spoke of her being keenly intersted in Troyna sexuality, asking, "Am I right?"

"One can't help but be curious," she replied as Alex gently brushed a fingertip against her arm. "I mean, they are so similar to us in other ways."

She laughed at Alex's comment about dragon erotica, not having any idea about what he was speaking; she would have thought that her yearning for science fiction and fantasy tales would have sent her mind immediately to some book, television series, or movie.

"And of course, a Troyna female has a pussy," he continued, "How else would they reproduce?"

"Lay eggs?" Paula ventured, adding, "Not that that would preclude ... you know." Despite having used the word cock earlier, she chose now to skip the word pussy for some reason, perhaps because she herself had one ... and it was beginning to get warm and wet as the conversation persisted as Alex described them, their clits or lack of them, their sensitivity, and more. He was making it hard for her to not strip him down and take him right here on the tile.

"But I think we will both have a lot of fun finding out," Alex said.

Paula laughed, saying, "I'm on duty. I don't think POTUS would be too thrilled to learn that I was up here fucking aliens rather than keeping an eye on you." She smiled wide again, finishing, "Doesn't mean you can't chase Dyah, though ... or maybe even Queen Valla."

Alex didn't respond to that, but Paula could see that his mind was chasing that idea. She couldn't help but think to herself, Which one would he take first if offered both? Valla ... gotta be Valla. I mean, Dyah is cute and all, but fuck, Valla's a Queen.

Alex said, "You can stay here tonight. If you want."

Paula studied the man for a moment, running through all the results of spending the night in Lt. Col. Alex Stewart's bed. The Troyna would, of course, know she'd stayed here; the Guards would report it, or -- perhaps -- there was surveillance video and microphones spread all throughout their quarters. (There were, in fact, and while they didn't know it and never would, Valla herself was watching the pair of them as they stood at the door at an intimate distance from one another.)

Even though Paula had warned Alex that getting intimately close to -- becoming lovers with -- Dyah or even Valla might compromise him in some way, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe it would be better in the long run if he did start fucking one or both of them ... or hell, every female Troyna on the ship, for that matter.

Reaching up to politely take his blocking hand and lower it, Paula only said, "Good night, Colonel."

She opened the door, stopped just outside to look back, smirked, and said, "If you feel lonely tonight, I can think of three women you can think about while you ... deal with your loneliness in the way men do."

Then looking at the big, muscular Guard at his door and the second one across the hall awaiting her presumed returned to the hall, Paula chuckled and added, "I might be doing some dealing of my own while thinking about these big brutes."

With that she turned and wandered down the hall, letting her hips swing and ass cheeks bounce a bit more than normal, just in case Alex was watching her departure.

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership
"Good night, Paula," Alex said, and he did indeed watch her walk away, chuckling softly as he shook his head. Retreating back inside the room and shutting the door, he pondered for a moment and decided that if there were surveillance devices, he might as well give them a first-hand human anatomy lesson. Dropping his pants and shirt in short order, he made his way over to the bed before dropping his underwear, revealing to any onlookers that he had in fact been sporting a semi ever since he and Paula started talking about Troyna sex.

Stretching out languidly over the sheets, giving an unobstructed view of his thick cock and heavy balls, he closed his eyes and imagined Dyah, not in her military flight suit (which was rather tight, as Paula pointed out) but in her dinner dress. With the Queen, he saw her at her best each and every time, so it was easier to appreciate how well Dyah cleaned up, as it were. It was her short raven locks that he imagined falling in curtains to hide her shyness as she fellated his member, as he began stroking up and down.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Queen Valla's Chambers Aboard the Mothership

A few minutes after the end of dinner:

After the Humans had left, Valla went to her bed chambers to prepare for the end her day. Three Chamber Maids stripped Valla out of her elegant clothes, jewelry, and facial decorations and helped her down into her soaking tub. It was the Human equivalent of a hot tub, without the water jets of a Jacuzzi.

There was a key difference between Valla's tub and that of someone like Alex or Paula: its temperature. The common Western bathtub was heated to 94-100 degrees Fahrenheit and Jacuzzis to a handful of degrees beyond that, while Valla's soaking tub was heated to 120 degrees. The Troya could not only handle the higher heat without harm but treasured it; the heat helped them attain deep and relaxing calm before periods of sleep.

Slipping into the water, Valla immediately began feeling her concerns slip away. Ryla skimmed over the things they needed to do the next day for a couple of minutes, until Valla waved her out of the room, saying softly, "Enough."

She was content to simply enjoy the deliciousness of the hot water, yet still found her mind consumed by thoughts of the Humans with whom she'd had dinner, in particular her Emissary. Valla had many plans for Earth and for the Human Race, and -- just as she'd told him -- she hoped for Alex's service as her Emissary to aide her considerably in those plans.

"Intel," she called out.

A soft tone sounded, followed by a male voice asking, "Yes, My Queen, how may I serve you?"

"Are you monitoring the Emissary's quarters?" she asked. It was an unnecessary question; Intelligence Services had been ordered to fully surveil the Humans at all times while aboard the Mothership. They confirmed the order, to which she said, "Show me his quarters."

A hologram of Alex's quarters appeared before Valla, hovering over the far end of the 50 square foot tub. Alex stood dressed near his bed and wasn't alone; Paula was there. That didn't surprised Valla; Paula had to have questions for the man she'd been assigned to protect and who, obviously, was the only other Human on board the Mothership.

"Volume on," she said, immediately hearing the conversation.

Alex had already asked Paula "What's on your mind?", so Valla missed that, as well as the woman's response, "Oh, um ... nothing in particular." They talked about the ground they'd covered at dinner, about the technologically advanced Shuttles and Attack vehicles, and the Mothership.

Valla had grown up on the Mothership during its transit decades of travel through the Void and stationing at planetary bodies, so there was very little about it that seemed incredible to her; it was just her home.

Paula spoke about Valla herself, calling her wow, magnificent, and a beauty. She smiled at that. Valla was considered the most perfect example of feminine Troyna beauty. When she was a blossoming young woman, she'd asked her mother whether she was that beautiful or whether the people simply called her that because she would one day be their Queen. Her mother had only smiled to her and waved her away to do some chore or chase down some item, Valla couldn't recall.

"I mean, if I was into women ... and aliens, of course--" she heard Paula say, "--I mean, I'd be all over that."

Valla laughed, the water rippling outward from her bosom, then back after striking the walls of the tub. Her education on Human sexuality had primarily focused on reproduction, with only a portion of it spent on sex for pleasure's sake only; and in turn, the concept of same gender pleasurable sex had barely even been mentioned.

The Troyna partook of sex for pleasure's sake only, and that included same gender sex as well. In fact, gay sex was far more common in the Troyna culture than in any Human culture, whether male-male or female-female. Valla partook of other women as much as any female Troyna did, maybe more. But as Queen, her encounters were all about her own pleasure and never about that of the servants specially trained to serve her in her bed.

Paula asked Alex about Dyah, "Are you hot to trot to fuck that alien, Alex?"

Valla's translator didn't do a good job of interpreting hot to trot, but she got the picture. Paula spoke about her desire to strip down one of her guards, and Valla smiled, thinking, I should arrange that. Then Paula wondered whether or not Alex getting sexually involved with Dyah or any Troyna might compromise him.

This confused Valla. Sex didn't compromise Troynas in any way. It wasn't something that cause them regret or shame or fear or even commitment; the Troyna didn't marry or otherwise join with another individual, which meant there was no such thing as betrayal, or what the Humans often called cheating.

"I would like nothing more than to pin her against the window," she heard Alex saying about Dyah, "and plow her Troyna brains out as we both look out upon the Earth and the stars beyond."

Again, Valla laughed: these Humans were so open with one another about their sexual desires. That was another difference between Humans and Troyna: the latter didn't speak in public about their sexual appetites or conquests, not even with girlfriends or the guys.

Change #1 (If you are reading this for the first time, don't worry about this change; you didn't see what it said before, so it won't matter one way or the other.

"Intel?" Valla called out again when she'd begun to realize where the conversation between the Humans was going; she didn't think that Intelligence Services really needed to see and hear this live. When IS confirmed her call, she told them, "Continue to record the Humans ... but discontinue live monitoring."

"Yes, My Queen," the Officer said, followed by, "Live monitoring ceased."

As the pair continued, Valla began to wonder what it would be like to be with the Human male ... or the Human female ... or both, though not together. Just as they had a tradition of same gender sexual interaction, the Troyna had one for multiple lover encounters, too, but it wasn't anything like what Humans had on Earth. Only Nobles and Royals partook of multiple lovers, and those lovers had one purpose and one purpose only: the pleasure of their superior. These lovers came from a highly trained class of sexual providers, males and females who were honored for their skills by both those they served and the public in general. There was no shame in this duty; the right to perform such a wonderful thing for the upper classes was honorable.

Without even realizing what she'd done, Valla's hands had wandered to her most sensitive erogenous zones. The fingers of one hand had found a swollen nipple, caressing over it, squeezing it, pinching it before moving to its counterpart on the other firm, round breast. The fingers of her other hand had slid gently down her smooth belly to between her thighs, finding the folds there.

She traced a fingertip upon her outermost folds, her breathing becoming deeper and deeper as the finger moved inward to the next folds, then the next, then the last; without ever penetrating herself, Valla's chest was rising and falling rapidly and deeply as she pushed herself toward orgasm.

"Do you think they have cocks...?" she heard the female Human ask about Troyna males. Again, Valla laughed, this time through her excited gasps.

For only herself, she called out, "Yes...! Yes ... they ... have cocks!"

They spoke of Troyna female's pussies, leading Valla to laugh even more so as she was so delightfully pleasuring her own. She listened to them flirting with one another, then laughed again as they began speaking about the Troyna producing by laying eggs, as if they were a species like the Pok.

"But I think we will both have a lot of fun finding out," she heard Alex say about discovering sexual pleasure with a Troyna partner.

Valla was close to orgasm and wanted to respond You will!, but she couldn't get the words to escape her mouth. Alex invited Paula to stay the night with her, which she politely refused, telling him "Good night, Colonel."

Alex returned to the depths of his quarters, again undressing but this time until he was standing in the room naked. Valla quickly demanded of the AI-driven hologram, "Zoom ... closer, on the Emissary."

The image did as demanded, following Alex as he laid on his bed and grasped his penis, what Valla knew some called a salaciously called a cock. She sat up a bit as he began stroking himself; masturbation amongst male Troyna wasn't possible as the male's penis was only extended from within their body for the actual initiation of sex. She watched with great interest as his cock hardened as solid as any she'd ever seen amongst her own species; his testicles -- which were outside his body, unlike those of her kind's males -- tightened and loosened frequently as he continued.

Valla resumed to the workings of her inner most set of folds, pushing herself to climax, her entire body erupting in a shaking that sent ripples out and back across the pool's surface. It lasted for more than three minutes, during which her eyes had closed.

(Change #2: There was a paragraph here that I have moved to my next post because I pushed the timeline too far and we missed an opportunity. No biggie.)

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership

Hoping that Valla or Dyah was watching, he did not take very long to climax; what he did not and could not know was that the first shot of his seed landed on his belly not more than two seconds after Valla's climax blinded her to the world for nearly three minutes. By the time she was able to look upon the hologram again, he was cleaning up the last of his self-inflicted mess with some tissues he had brought with him.

With that done, he stretched languidly and settled into the pillows, falling asleep in short order. He awoke eight hours later, and set about taking a shower; he was pleasantly surprised to find out such a thing was possible. He emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist when the door chime sounded. "I wonder who that could be," he murmured as he padded over to the door and pressed the control to allow it to slide neatly aside.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

OOC: I made two errors in my previous post that I have since corrected:

• Valla ordered Intelligence Services to continue recording Alex's quarters but to not watch it live. I added that to the previous post at the point marked Change #1.
• I moved too far in the timeline in my previous post and missed an opportunity to do something. I removed the last paragraph of my last post and put it below in this post. Sorry.

The Mothership
Valla's quarters, specifically her bathing tub:

When she opened her eyes again after her minutes long orgasm, Valla found Alex finished with what he'd been doing and slipping into the blankets of his bed; she'd missed whatever it was that he'd done to himself via masturbation while she herself had been lost to the euphoria of her own masturbation.

After her heart had calmed, Valla found herself wonderfully relaxed; her calm was partly due to the hot water, partly due to the joy of sexual release. It was now that she would normally call her Chamber Maids back into her bathing room to help her to bed.

But Valla was intrigued by what had happened in Alex's bed and wanted to see what she'd missed. She called, "Aylyn."

The Artificial Intelligence's name was an acronym that didn't concern Valla; it did so much for Valla when she didn't want to bother Ryla. Aylyn responded, "Yes, my Queen." The voice from the AI didn't sound electronic or artificial as the name might sound; it sounded as Troyna as any of the actual living beings on the Mothership.

"Rewind the recording of the Emissary's quarters until I signal you to stop," Valla directed. The hologram of Alex in bed, preparing to sleep, began rewinding rapidly. Valla watched until he was again laid on his back with his cock in his hands. She calmly instructed, "Stop. Begin play from there." A moment later, she commanded, "Zoom in ... again."

Valla was watching the Human so closely now and with such good holographic quality that he could have been right there in the tub with her. She marveled at his manhood; it was so very different from that of any Troyna male, which was smooth looking without the meandering blood vessels and, of course, silver-gray in color. Additionally, a Troyna male's testicles were always inside his body, which had led to Valla's delight at seeing Alex's own balls jerking with each pulse of his semen.

It was simply ... amazing.

Suddenly, a stream of white stuff shot almost straight up into the air from Alex's cock. Valla's eyes opened wide, her mouth falling open; she'd never seen anything like this from any of her male Troyna lovers or pleasure providers. Another volley rose into the air, nearly but not as high, followed by another and finally one more. Little globs of his stuff littered his chest and belly, clinging to his skin. It was simultaneously erotic and incredible.

Alex set to cleaning up his body with rags, stretched his arms, slid into his bedding as Valla had already seen, and settled into the pillows. Valla continued to watch him for several minutes, even after he'd already fallen quickly to sleep. She ordered Aylyn to cease the hologram, and after Alex had disappeared from her sight, Valla called her Chamber Maids in to help her end her day.

The pair lifted the spent Queen from the bath, dried her, and walked her to her bed. Slipping into the bedding, she was sound asleep with 30 seconds, her mind filled with her fantasies of what she and Human beings -- Alex maybe, Paula maybe, some other Human maybe -- could do for each other in her bed.

(OOC: Going to continue with the coming of the next morning in the next post.)

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

18 September 2030, morning
Syleen had been dutifully waiting outside the door of Alex's quarters for almost an hour before someone in Internal Intelligence told the Guard there to tell her it was time to feed the Human. She touched the panel outside the door, hearing a soft chime that she knew would also be heard inside.

A moment later, the Human opened the door, finding the Troyna servant waiting to push a cart filled with a vast variety of foods in for him. Her eyes widened at the sight of Alex in nothing more than a towel; she'd only seen the Human Emissary from a distance before now, and to see him nearly naked was a bit of a shock.

Alex hadn't met Syleen before, but he'd seen others from the Servant Class. She had the same general Troyna appearance as Queen Valla -- deep black hair, silver-gray skin, tall pointy ears, and almost as slim and petite a body -- but being from the Servant Class, she wore no facial or temple jewelry; she wore more casual clothing, though, it did cling tightly to her delicious form; and her long, black hair was bound in what Human's would call a French Braid.

"Breakfast," Syleen announced, as if he didn't understand that already. After he'd gestured her inside, she pushed the cart inside, stopping near the dining table. She began pointing to dishes, explaining what they were in case their appearance was unusual to him. Near the end, she informed him the same thing Valla had told him and Paula at dinner the night before, "We do not eat the flesh of animals."

She pointed to two last items, a small plate and a glass, explaining, "These are the eggs of a bird that is similar to what I'm told you call a chicken ... and this is the milk of an animal that--" She paused, smiling and giggling softly as she continued, "--is definitely not a bovine ... a cow...? Yes?"

She backed away a step, turning her attention back to Alex; her eyes took in his exposed form before returning to his own eyes. Giggling yet again, she said, "It is an honor to meet you, Emissary. I ... I know Dyah. She is a friend. She speaks highly of you ... says she wouldn't be alive if it weren't for your Immediate Aid. Thank you, Emissary."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

18 September 2030, morning

Paula had been up and around before Alex by half an hour, showering quickly and dressing in time to also have a Servant Class Troyna deliver her a cart filled with enough food to feed five of her. She thanked the female, sent her away, and quickly downed a bite or two each of what looked like scrambled eggs, faux-sausage, a blue banana, and some grape-like fruit that tasted like strawberries.

When she headed out of her quarters, her Chris Hemsworth Troyna Guard fell in behind her; she gave him a good up and down survey and wondered just what he looked like without that tight-fitting uniform. She walked down the closed hallway to where it opened up on one side and looked down upon the open mall-like area that she'd learned was called the Round.

It just as busy now in what was morning to her as it had been when they'd arrived in her evening. Paula couldn't help but wonder how the Troyna kept track of time on a ship for which the sunrise and sunset were irrelevant. I'll have to ask Valla about that, she told herself.

As Paula stood at the railing, the Troyna two decks below her began taking notice of her, doing their slight forward head bob and dual fisted salute to her. She felt so very conspicuous and, honestly, a bit out of place; she wasn't a hero to the Troyna as the savior of their pilot was, so the constant salutes and shows of deep respect made her feel uncomfortable.

Still, she repeated the double fist gesture, forgetting that Alex had performed it with just one fist over his left chest. One by one, the Troyna facing her returned to what they'd been doing, though, in all honesty, Paula could see that many of them were still paying her what she considered undue attention.

"Friend Paula Reed," a female Troyna voice said in English from nearby. Paula turned to find the Troyna with the short military haircut and Pilot's uniform smiling as she approached and saluted. Now using the translator, she continued "It's Dyah. I'm sure that we all look the same to you."

"Sometimes," Paula admitted, saluting back. "And please ... call me Paula. All this Friend stuff is nice and all, but it's a little too much."

Dyah nodded her head in acknowledgement, compromising, "When first we meet, it is ... protocol? But after, I would call you Paula, yes."

The two spoke about this, that, and the other thing for several minutes before, during a lull, Paula asked bluntly, "Are Troyna females similar to Human females ... physically ... and ... by that, I mean ... you know..."

Paula didn't want to actually speak the words and instead used her hands to gesture toward her bosom with one hand and her groin with the other.

Dyah let loose a somewhat embarrassed laugh, glanced about for prying eyes and eavesdropping ears, then stepped closer and whispered, "I think you are asking ... do we have the same ... lady parts as you ... yes?"

"Yes," Paula asked, also keeping her voice low; she recalled the conversation she and Alex had had about the Troyna likely monitoring them 24/7 ... not that 24/7 was a thing up here. "I just wonder 'cause ... well, I'm curious about you ... Troyna, I mean ... and how you are similar to or different from us."

Dyah glanced past Paula to the Guard, who'd taken up a station close enough to protect the Human if necessary but not close enough to hear the two females whispering to one another. Stepping even closer and now almost whispering, Dyah asked with a knowing tone and expression, "You are wondering whether a Human female like you and a Troyna male like--"

She nodded her head the direction of the Guard before continuing, "--your Protector could ... have sex ... yes?"

"No, no!" Paula countered quickly, laughing nervously. Even though she had most definitely contemplated the idea, she continued, "No! That's not what I was asking. I meant ... what I was asking was ... Jesus, how do I ask this?"

Dyah's expression showed a bit of surprise as she asked still nearly in whisper, "Oh! You meant ... you want to know if you and I have similar sexual organs ... because you wish to engage in sexual activity with me."

Paula laughed loudly, taking a step back as if that would further solidify her response: "No! No, no, no ... not what ... oh, Jesus..."

Paula suddenly noticed that the Troyna female looked hurt, and fearing that she'd offended Dyah by rejecting what might have been a first step toward seduction, she stepped closer again and explained, "No, Dyah. No, I meant ... I was asking ... because I wanted to know if ... if..."

Paula suddenly felt like she was chewing on her own foot. She took a moment to calm herself -- her heart was beating with embarrassment -- then, looking about for eyes and ears again, whispered softly to Dyah, "I'm asking if ... oh, how do I say this...? I believe that there is a male Human who has come to like you very much ... and ... if you were to come to like him, too ... I'm asking if--"

"If Friend Alex Stewart and I could engage in sexual activity," Dyah said bluntly. When Paula's raised eyebrow, followed by a nod of her head, told her that she'd gotten the other female's meaning correctly, Dyah smiled wide and -- though it was almost impossible for Paula to detect it -- blushed at the realization. After a moment and another check for others nearby, Dyah confirmed, "The Troyna and Human Beings are near enough in physiology and, in particular ... sexual organs ... to partake of sexual activity with one another ... yes."

"Have sex," Paula said, explaining, "We just call it having sex. Making love. Or, more crudely ... fucking."
The two smiled wide and giggled together like schoolgirls as they contemplated the topic of conversation. Dyah eventually asked if Paula really thought that Alex wanted to have sex with her, to which Paula asked, "Are you crazy? You're beautiful ... and smart ... and a pilot. You're everything a man like that looks for in a woman ... in a lover."

Dyah imagined it all for another moment, then suddenly got more serious, even solemn. She said, "I would have to have permission first ... from My Queen. I cannot simply do something like this with the Emissary."
"Don't you worry about that, Dyah," Paula said with a promising tone. "I'll take care of that." She took Dyah's elbow, turning her toward her room as she whispered, "I want to talk about this more, but not out here in public. Let's go to my room and--"

"No!" Dyah countered with emphasis. Paula had forgotten that her room was probably being monitored but almost immediately understood this with Dyah's interruption. The Troyna said, "Come with me."

A couple of minutes later, with Paula's Guard following a couple of dozen yards behind, they arrived in the Shuttle Bay that had been the location of the Human's arrival 12 or so hours earlier. Dyah said, "We can talk here. There are ... you call them cameras, yes...? They are everywhere, but here, there are only a few ... microphones ... and the engine and repair noises will mask our words."

Dyah turned Paula in a new direction, asking, "What is it that I can tell you, Friend ... I mean, Paula?"

Paula smiled wide, glanced back at the big Guard, leaned in closer to Dyah, and said, "Tell me about Troyna males."

The two would spend almost an hour just walking a big circle around the huge Bay, talking and giggling and peeking at the Guard, as well as other Troyna males; some of them were working in dungarees and wife-beater tees, revealing their muscular backs and chests and arms in a way that made Paula want to strip one down here and now and try out his extension tool.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: This continues Liz and Robert's story from clear up at Post #157. For her picture, ignore the stockings.)

Washington DC Safe House
18 Sep 2030, 7am local time

Liz had enjoyed the most wonderful love making the night before, followed by the deepest, most relaxing night's sleep as well. She awoke in Robert's arms and snuggled tighter to him for several minutes before she couldn't wait any longer to tinkle.

She padded naked across the safe house bedroom, its heated floors toasty against her bare feet. She peed, then immediately hoped into the shower; running a soapy cloth down between her thigh, she found her labia swollen from the energetic love making of the night before.

Liz donned a ratty old tank top and panties and headed for the kitchen for coffee, cold cereal, and half a grapefruit. She clicked the remote to turn on the news, switching between stations in an attempt to find something that was not Troyna-related. It took seven or eight tries, finally landing her on a horrific house fire that the Authorities said had taken the lives of at least 4 people and was looking to be suspicious.

Little did Liz or the Authorities know the fire had been started by Jane Doe #32, aka Human-Troyna hybrid, wannabe Queen, Anya Roysa Erroline Remiline Muur.

Either the noise of the television or the lack of a warm body beside him led to Robert wandering out of the bedroom some time later. Liz poured him a cup of coffee and asked what he wanted for breakfast, reminding him that of which he was already well aware, "I don't cook breakfast. That's what Kellogg's and Post are for."



Elsewhere in the DC area:

Anya Muur was just waking as well, slipping out of the bed of pair of bisexual men she'd picked up in a hotel bar the night before. They'd ravaged both her and each other for more than two hours before finally collapsing together, only to rise before her to prepare for their jobs in their respective Federal bureaucracy jobs in DC.

They'd invited her to stay for another go around tonight, and she'd taken them up on the offer. Anya had no intention of still being here when they got home but had instead stuck around for access to their computer; they'd given her their pass code after she'd said she needed to do a job search and play her next moves on an online board game site.

Once fed and pumped up on caffeine, Anya went to the internet and spent almost three hours looking for her Fifth Column co-conspirators. Her 6 years in St. Sebastian with no access to them, a computer, a phone, or even the mail system had caused her some serious fallback; truthfully, she feared that they feared that perhaps she'd been killed in some freak accident or mugging or something else as unfortunate.

But by noon, Anya was smiling broadly with delight at the reply to one of her vague, coded messages on a local canine enthusiast bulletin board. She responded, received yet another response, and hopped up with enthusiasm to dress and hurry to a rendezvous.

She searched the drawers of her hosts' house until she found a set of keys, then headed for the garage, opened the door, and fired up one of the two motorcycles there. Thankfully, it was a smaller, rice burner, not some huge highway-going Harley. Still, Anya had to struggle to get it up off its kickstand, her petite, 126 pound body lacking the strength of either of the bigger hosts from whom she was about to steal the ride.

She tooled about the suburbs initially, getting a feel for the bike, before heading back to the street corner where she'd left the Mercedes she'd stolen from the Tybers the day before. Anya pulled up to the curb a half a block away, spending a couple of minutes studying the police and forensics lab personnel surrounding and examining the car after having tracked it down through its theft prevention device.

Her next stop was the Greyhound bus station, where she'd put the backpack full of her ill-gotten gain from the robbery of the Tybers and their two golfing neighbors. She opened the pack, pulled out a wad of twenties from the more than $12,000 she'd gotten out of various ATMs over the hours after the murders and house burning, and walked away; the Authorities would find the also-stolen motorcycle parked at one of the regional airports in the days to come, too.

 

[desperado1089]

Aboard the Mothership

Alex chuckled when the servant girl, Syleen, reminded him that the Troyna do not eat the flesh of animals. He did have a question regarding that. "Tell me, Syleen, when other cultures--such as Humanity--do 'eat the flesh of animals', as you say, what happens when they wish to eat meat around Troyna? Is it considered offensive, or do you simply go about your business?" When she told him that she was friends with Dyah, he smiled once more. "If you are a friend of Dyah's, then you are a friend of mine. It's very nice to meet you, Syleen. You may dispense with protocol if you wish, I prefer to be called Alex by my friends. And as for the encounter down on the surface, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. It was my fault that she hurt herself, she was probably startled by a signaling device that resembles a weapon going off when it's activated. So it was my duty, honor and privilege to save her life, and now my own life is richer for it." As he spoke, he began to eat, and in between bites he complimented whichever culinary professional prepared it.

Washington, DC

Robert was about to reply to Liz when he caught sight of the news report and the hands he was about to slip around Liz's body dropped to his sides. His blood ran cold and the color drained from his face. "Anya," he said, his voice cold with certainty. "That's Anya's doing. That house is probably stripped of all of its valuables, because she needs capital. For transport, for communications with her co-conspirators...for weapons. You heard her. She as much as admitted to us that she's part of some anti-Valla faction that wants to conquer us. Now how does that--" he pointed towards the screen almost in an accusatory fashion, which was showing the burning house, "--compare to what Valla has done, what she plans to do? So far, we have only seen good things and good intentions come from Valla. Whereas with Anya, she has never sounded like anything except an aspiring dictator, and she has already proven to us that she is willing to kill those who she deems deserving of death."

He grabbed his phone and called the Hoover building and explained all he knew, all that Anya had told him and how he suspected that the house fire and stolen vehicle (and possible grand larceny and homicide) were all by Anya's hand. Listening for a while, he said, "Yes, sir," and hung up. "Liz, you are being conscripted into helping us catch her. It's not my call. I'm sorry, and if it were up to me you could go back to St. Sebastian's, but this is top priority. You can stay here if you refuse to help, but you won't be able to leave until we catch her and turn her over to Valla. I'm gonna get dressed, you have until then to make your decision." He reached out to her and pulled her into a hug. "I really am sorry, this is way above my pay grade. At least if you help us, you'll be right there with us every step of the way."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Aboard the Mothership

Syleen smiled at the way the Human male laughed; it sounded so differently than that of her Troyna brethren, and -- as he was shirtless still -- it caused his muscular chest to move in ways that ... did something to her inside ... deep inside ... and, she would realize as the encounter went on, down there as well.

Even though they were entirely different species, the Troyna female was becoming quickly and easily stimulated in the Human's presence. There were three reasons for this: first, Emissary Alex Stewart had already become a hero amongst her people for his actions in the Pacific Ocean; second, he was practically naked, and having heard that the Human male wore their sexual bits and pieces outside their body, in full view, had Syleen wishing that that towel around his waist would accidentally fall to the carpet, exposing him; and third ... Syleen was a not just a virgin who was deep inside the Troyna version of puberty but was ... well, the best way to put it was in heat.

Alex asked about the Troyna as vegetarians and how they felt about other species eating meat in their presence. Syleen answered, "You are welcome to eat as normal, Friend Alex. It does not affect us ... your eating other animals."

Regarding Dyah, Syleen again thanked Alex, dismissing his modesty by repeating, "You are a hero to many Troyna ... most Troyna..."

Her lips spread wide in a smile as her head dropped in shyness. When she looked back up, she added, "Particularly the female Troyna."

Syleen couldn't help but nervously laugh. She tried to take the focus off what she'd said by hurriedly moving the dishes of food to the table, intending to excuse herself and depart. She'd gone over the line in telling Alex that he was now a Troyna heartthrob.