Posted on Sun Apr 19th, 2020 @ 6:43pm by Xun'itash'eriqoi (Nitashe) & Ichpril Dato PhD & MA-Bee-3 Nurse Droid
Edited on on Sat Apr 25th, 2020 @ 4:38am
Mission:
The Motherlode
Location: Nitashe's Quarters; Sickbay: Aboard the Mining Barge Motherlode
Timeline: MD 02: 0300 Local
Scarlet eyes glowed, studying this warm and alien landscape. The wind was freshly salty across his exposed skin, nearly matching the cloudless sky above. Two moons, despite the day, edged along the horizon, cast in a turqu0se shadow over their pale faces. Nitashe closed his eyes, despite the heat, lips parted slightly. His nostrils flared as he took in this strange new smell.
Lips caressed his neck tenderly, belonging to a presence behind, working from below his ear down the slim slope of his shoulder. Nitashe's stately poise tilted his head just enough to allow access to the hang of his jaw. Fingers touched at it, stroking and attentive as the Chiss half-lidded. He glimpsed them as they shifted, the pale pinkness of a Human. Nitashe reached back, his slender writer's hands following along the contours of hips and around, to a firm seat. Lips- and then teeth- clamped on to the shell of his ear, sending Nitashe into an undignified- and uncomfortable- chortle. The one behind him snickered too, softly near his azure ear.
"I've never seen a beach before..." Nitashe admitted, voice a soft, private husk as much to himself as the other. His alizarin eyes scanned the strange blue waters that grew more like the color of jade the closer it came to white-tan sand around rusty red and pink cliffs. Within them, the rounded, organic look of whitewashed limestone homes seemed to occupy every available space around the inlet. Atop the cliffs, large windmills captured the power of the planet's atmosphere in its blades. There was an elegance to them.
He had never seen anything like this before.
"Come to bed," the voice said behind him. It was soft yet masculine enough. The body that pressed to Nitashe's back was strangely flat where he'd expected the softness of breasts. He could feel a dormant male member press against his hind. As strange as it was, Nitashe surrendered to it. He sighed and slouched his head in time to see long hands passing over the smooth flat of his blue stomach.
"I'm not tired," Nitashe said genuinely. He caught a glimpse of light brown hair, swooping and chin-length, wavy. He felt the brush of silken robe touch his back as the other's chest went flush to his nude back. "I thought I'd go down to the water... it's... strange to me."
Fingers touched his jaw and turned his face. Nitashe gazed upon a visage he had never seen before. His cheekbones were high and sculpted, his brows strong and manicured. His eyes were intelligent and blue, though they somewhat reminded him of Pezzir Ve's. He had ears that seemed open from his head to which remind them lush, thick brown hair was pushed. "Tell me about your homeworld, Nitashe...." The stranger offered.
His world recast itself in blue, dark with a scattering of thousands of stars across a navy band of interstellar gas. "My home's very cold... but very beautiful..." The Chiss said, "Glaciers as far as you can imagine. The new ice is white and clear... the older it gets, it turns blue and crystalline." They were sitting on outcroppings of rock and snow. But for some reason it still felt sweltering.
Silhouetted in the strange blue light of night, the Human studied it with a detached air, almost aristocratic in bearing. He too remained in a silken robe that the winds of his world didn't seem to touch. Instead he looked into the night and chin jutted north, "A storm is coming."
Nitashe looked at it, his scarlet eyes narrowing. His throat constricted on instinct, seeing red lightning and strange red glowing orbs bouncing about the glowing cloud. "That's strange... my world doesn't have..." he coughed. He coughed again, feel like his lungs were suddenly thick. A sense of panic welled in him, eyes checking to his companion. The Human sat icily still like a corpse or mannequin, his eyes lolled back into his head, heavily bloodshot. He was gnashing his teeth as blood began to pour from his nose and tear ducts. His body was swaying in a circle until suddenly the Human spit. The pale one reached up and clawed deep, blood grooves into his cheeks with supernaturally strong fingers in a rigor of bony hate.
In his horror, Nitashe looked down to see a chunk of bloody, severed tongue between his toes. The Human opened his mouth, full of blood and gore as strange worm-like gastropoda burst out of his cheeks and the chunky bitten stub of his tongue. "Tell me about your homeworld, Nitashe." the Human's gargled voice stated again, harsh with a artificial hiss of respiration.
Xun'itash'eriqoi sat up with a wet gasp and cough, his chest heaving with hyperventilation so much it hurt. His head swam and he felt sick, his limbs tense like he was frozen- but all he could feel was overwhelming heat. His head was throbbing above his neck, casting forehead toward his eyes. He was wet with sweat, shaking, but strange still was the taste of thick and wet salt on his upper lip. Swiping with his hand at the sensation and then lashing for the light, Nitashe fumbled for illumination. When it bathed him in sickly yellow, his arm was smeared in thin web of red blood over his faint arm hair.
Nitashe was up, shaking, feeling fresh trickling pouring from his nose. His stomach lurched but he powered down on the indignity of it as his coltish legs quaked under him. He slapped and slapped again at the controls of his door, his other hand pinching at his nose.