Nexus II: Light and Shadow (Sci-Fi */F)
(Note: My apologies. Sci-fi */F)
Space Wars - by TKlover66 (Original Story)
Nexus I: Krysta's Journey to the Stars
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Hey there everyone.
Last year I posted the above story with the intention of making something grand, and yet, the way to do it somehow elluded me. I had an idea, a concept, driven by Tklover66's awesome story, I just had to continue the concept. The following is an attempt to breath life into my project, by adding smaller yet decisive moments.
I hope you enjoy it, although I know I'm catering to a small crowd, just knowing you're out there is enough to keep me going. ^^ Please leave any kind of feedback. Thank you.
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“…see you next time.”
Krysta awoke suddenly with a start. A voice in her head, was ebbing and fading like wind chimes in her mind. Forgetting whatever dream it was she had as soon as she had remembered it… her memories were wrapped with foggy recollection. It took her a few moments to piece it together, where she was, and how she got there.
When it hit her like a sack of bricks. Her gaze rose up and she scanned the room she was in, realizing she was in a gown she never had worn before that looked like hospital wear, and trapped in a dimly lit room with brushed metal walls and floor panels, with apparently no doors and definitely no windows.
She rose to her feet from what appeared to be an extended platform in which she rested on, feeling the cold floor on her bare soles made her wince, which with it’s shocking touch suddenly brought a flood of memories to downpour back into her mind. Her body, tingling with goosebumps at the recollection of the merciless tickling she had endured under the ministrations of her captors. The mechanical brushes and tendrils that worked laughter out of her body despite her resistance brought shivers to her body. The ease in which they did it, and her helplessness she had never felt before, it was a miracle she had even survived it.
Krysta, despite being young, was no fool. She had a clear understanding of what had occurred to her. No space faring human being didn’t know of the Laddrax’s methods in their galaxy. Everyone knew the method of energy farming which made the subject of tickling a taboo amongst most human societies. During a small conflict in Asia a century prior, several Laddrax shuttles managed to touch base on the ground and began a systematic capture of cities from China to Eastern Europe. The ground war was fierce, yet it was not the destruction of cities the Laddrax sought, but the capture of the species they sought to destroy. People were asking questions, they wanted answers. Fathers wanted to know why they were losing wife and daughter while their sons were massacred so systematically. Why
were they being taken, and to what end?
The military was forced to tell the world what they had known for quite some time during the battles in space. It was to a great shock, and disbelief in the world that such an innocent act could truly be the driving force which brought the enemy fleet into their system to wreak such carnage. For many, it was too ridiculous to believe, and yet it was the truth, perhaps the truest thing this war could ever be. Tickling. Human girls were being captured for use as energy consumption by an Alien species to be tickled. Husbands looking up to the stars, fearing for their loved ones had to somehow stand the thought that their wives were being forced to laugh for the purpose of becoming nothing more than a battery. And yet, at some point, the kidnapping, the abductions… stopped.
Nobody knew why the Laddrax stopped their ransacking of space faring freighters and the boarding of Navy battleships. Although the military knew human females were the source of much of their power (leading to the disbanding of females in the military), they could not see why they had given up on attacking colonies in space or other sources where females do, exist. It’s as if they had given up on that venue. For decades the concept of women being captured by aliens was as silly to most humans as the idea of an Earth nation releasing a nuclear salvo on another. It became an archaic concept, one only the military took with any sort of seriousness.
Yet, here she was, a victim of capture, and a survivor of the ‘ancient’ technique of tickling. She, had only been tickled once before, by young kids on Mars when she was a child. Tickling was illegal on Earth, and most families faced punitive charges even in the child was at fault. Mars however to this day is a world of lawlessness, and the concept of tickling is actually something of a punishment of sorts there. Criminals undergo it in prison for reconstructive therapy, and many space faring cults obsess over tickling and use it in ritual as if the alien procedure was some sort of sign, or omen, that tickling was a gateway to heaven of some sort, and other nonsense. Some have even opened online venues over the spacenet, and obsess over the concept of tickling as a sexual fetish over forums and chatrooms, hoping not to be caught by the Coalition for trafficking illegal tickling media.
A wave of helplessness suddenly came over her, and she shook it off with a growl. She would have none of it. She had survived the process once and now she would resist again. She would not allow herself to fall prey to the enemy, she had to find some way to escape, somehow.
Unfortunately, that time would have to wait. The wall before her suddenly began to move, and the outer panel to the wall slid to the side with a hiss of air.
"...wonderful." Krysta said as she pressed herself against the cold wall behind her, the room before her only an empty hallway. Circular lights dotted the floor on either side of the hall, leading down about 15 feet away, leading to what appeared to be a dark circular room. Pitch black if not for the guiding lights. "Just great..."
She stood there for a moment, become accurately aware of the silence in the place of her voice. Her breathing loud against her chest.
“Please, step forward.”, a voice echoed in the room. She looked around startled, not knowing where it came from. “Enter the room before you. You will not be harmed.”
“Whatever…”, she muttered. “Get me out of here! I don’t belong here!” she screamed out, her voice echoing in the hall before her. She grit her teeth, her fists clenching as she found herself shaking suddenly and tried to control herself.
There was a pause, and in an almost humerous tone, the voice addressed her again. “You fascinate me, Ms. Gemme. You request to leave your current space, and yet I have requested that you do the same. Would you rather stay in your room?”, it uttered as the wall began to slide closed.
“No!” Krysta shouted and stepped forward, extending an arm. The door suddenly halting, and returning back to its open state. Krysta knew she had no choice in this matter. There was not much she could do, unless she learned more about her situation. If she was to ever get out of here, she had to cooperate, and so she walked slowly into the hallway before her, and felt the cold wall slowly slide shut behind her.
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Kennas, was an Engineer of sorts, in a station by the rings of Jupiter, a planet now occupied by the core of the Laddrax offensive into the Solar system. Although, to compare his work to a more human standard, he was a bio-engineer. A student of the nanotechnology that brings energy out of the human body. He found the human species to be fascinating research, and experimented on many different body types over his long years within his academy career.
The girl in the cell right now was brought to him earlier in the day, an interesting situation to say the least. The Flechette, apparently jumped into orbit, from Earth atmosphere under the power of a single woman, which quite frankly was impossible, and it brought a chuckle to Kennas when he thought that he could even entertain such a notion. Yet, here he was, being ordered by Command itself to analyze this woman, thoroughly, and find out how exactly it occurred, while it dealt with the three pilots who very nearly cost them some valuable technology, and may very well have ruined a possible strike against Earth defenses.
Come what may, Kennas was not concerned with the marines. They had no appreciation of the technology that drove their forces forward, he had little to no respect for the soldiers who only abused and misunderstood the very species they were fighting against. His concern now was for this woman, a type B female. Average weight, 67 inches in height. Her breasts were of standard human size, neither of the larger extreme, and about normal for her height, if not slightly under par. Her hair was a deep red, cut short to the shoulders. Definitely nothing of interest to Kennas, except her noticeably athletic body. Where most women of the subject’s height and weight would be classified as a type D, this particular woman was extremely fit. Noticeable lines of muscle were visible on her arms and legs, and her stomach muscles were fairly tight, which was rare amongst space faring humans who don’t get very much physical weight resistance during daily activity.
This would prove to be of benefit to Kennas, who was about to test the endurance of this young woman. He looked down on her, from a floating screen before him, which due to it’s multiple holographic dimensions possessed many different viewpoints, all controllable by him from his console. Each image was self contained within the holographic sphere and he focused all of them on the subject. He saw her walk in slowly into the circular room at the end of the hall, to her dark, and only lit by the guiding floor panels, she hesitate slightly.
“Please, stand in the middle of the room, and follow my instructions.”, he said, speaking in his native tongue. The translating system designed on board gave him what Humans would call a slight “English” accent, which after learning a bit about humans, he found quite humorous indeed.
She followed his words, standing in the center of the room. The position he needed her to be in when he initiated his setup procedure. He entered a code into his console, and watched idly as from the dark panels on the floor, mechanical and multijointed tendrils came out of the ground and extended padded shackles to her shins and forearms. They were quiet enough to startle the girl, who by the time she realized the situation, had already been caught by the devices. Entering another code, he lowered the gravitational pull just slightly, lowering her weight, and lifting controlling her up into the middle of the room with a motion of his hand over the console, setting her up and lightly stretches out her limbs in a spread eagle in mid-air.
He watched her for a second, seeing her from his many viewing angles on his viewing orb how she resisted the bondage, and with every tug he simply stretched her out a bit more. Eventually she was unable to even squirm with absolutely no leverage to do so, and locked the controls in place.
He slowly lowered the incoming volume of the subjects room, and instead would only see a visual graph of any sound in the room instead of having to hear it. Human laughter, while to a degree enjoyable, was mainly going to be an annoyance under any serious examination.
“What I’m about to do to you, may be familiar. Understand that I will in no way harm you, and any resistance that you attempt will only be met with failure. Accept any, and all input you receive, and understand your reactions will be normal. Do not attempt to resist them.”
She could see she was confused, and a bit…, angry it seemed. Interesting. Kennas knew very well she would resist. They all do, humans build a wall of resistance before any upcoming situation, especially the unknown. It breaks with time, however gives extremely muddled results in a laboratory situation. The solution, according to research was to “zero” out the subject, by stimulating all the nerves in sudden bursts.
He began the procedure. Initiating phase 1, “Zero-point” A flash of light suddenly burst in the victim’s chamber, she suddenly gasped and shivered at the first reaction. A second flash of light, and the victim suddenly gasped again for air, her lips quivering and her eyes wincing shut as her breathing rate increased. Suddenly a staccato of triple burst flashes finished the process. Kennas could see the first phase was complete. Zero-Point, was a discovery decades ago, by a Laddrax scientist, who found that the best results came when the human body was set to a ‘default state’. By letting loose a specific frequency of static energy through the human nervous system, it was possible to excite the entire human body in the lightest way possible.
The first pulse being what would be considered a sort of “initial stage”, the following pulses, which with each flash cause the skin to become sensitive, the genitals to swell with excitement, and increase bloodflow and sensitivity throughout the entire body. It was a common occurrence during this situation to see the nipples harden, and for the pussy to become moist in this stage. Much to the confusion of the subject’s of course, because it was quite an alien stimulation; purely physical, and without the consent
of the subject in any way.
Phase 2, was physical mapping, and it was an unfortunately lengthy process. The subject was to be scanned inch to inch by a small combing sensor on the tip of many advanced probes which rose up from the ground beneath her before even the final flashes of the first phase commenced. They immediately began their scan, beginning at her finger tips, and the tips of her toes. The end of each probe had many small bristles which slowly traveled in circular and brushing motions across the body. Feeling and giving back feedback to the computer which mapped physical reaction and sent it back in the form of data, analyzing the subject’s ticklishness and sensitivity. She squirmed at the devices touch, and it was definitely not due to mere defiance. He could see by the data, that she was indeed ticklish, but not by any abnormal levels. She had not yet let out a laugh, and was doing her best not to let out a smile. It was quite clear this girl was educated about Laddrax
method.
After about 30 minutes, the machines finished their scans, and Phase 3 commenced. This phase, was an awakening of sorts. The procedure was designed to provide the weakest sensation of tickling, up to the point where the subject first breaks into human laughter, where energy data can begin to be extracted. Although laughter can be produced easily on any human girl by using a high level of stimulation, the examination procedure requires to learn at least 2 of the lowest points that laughter can be produced by any given application. Some girls would break almost immediately during this phase, others it might take some time. However they all break, and it’s no secret why. The tendrils slowly lowered the subject close to the floor, where from the floor panel allowed 4 clamp-like appendages to rise up beside each side of the human girl’s body. They closed in on the subject’s midsection, clamping securely against her ribs and back in a saw like pattern, covering her entire rib cage below her breasts. They took a few seconds to adjust and align themselves properly, before coming to life and beginning a series of sonic vibrations..
Within the vice like were small, rubber like cones which pressed against the ribs and moved independently, like small fingers with individual motors. Each provided input back to the computer and told it to increase in pressure and velocity as resistance within the subjected built. The subject, Krysta, screamed out and shut her lips tight at the sensation, but shut her lips tight, only increasing the tickling fingers intent.
They kneaded and prodded her ribs. Wiggling between each one, and vibrating in circular and up and down motions independently, almost like 10 fingers on each portion of her ribs. Krysta Gemme began to laugh 12.2 seconds into Phase 3, causing the machines to stop, and reset. A “Zero-Point” flash occurred once again, causing Krysta to moan outloud in her small room, and then be the subject of another series of rib tickling. Krysta Gemme was in laughter in 4.2 seconds of the second
round of Phase 3.
Kennas always enjoyed watching the resistant nature of humans, their odd expressions as they suddenly burst into laughter. He always noticed, through his computers, how relaxed they finally were when they let out. It was purely, a reflexive and psycological reaction, this resistance to tickling. In truth, many seemed to somehow enjoy it, although they may never admit it to themselves, a pity, for they would be getting much tickling in the years to come.
Phase 4, was unfortunately a pretty generic test for Kennas. Rarely did he find a dramatic difference between subjects in this phase. Laddrax technology had narrowed down the precise method to bring about an almost all to predictable response to the female body when stimulated sexually. It was almost not worth testing, however he had to make sure it happened. Inputting into the console for Phase 4, Krysta was brought back up into the air, and this time was hung horizontally with her arms high above her head. The extensions on her ankles slowly parted her legs, exposing her pussy to a metallic cup like device which pressed against her labia, applying a small amount of vacuum like pressure, affixing itself between her legs.
Two small feathery probes within the encasement gently parted her outer lips, and a third tendril slowly placed pressure slightly beneath the clitoral hood, which almost on contact began vibrating gently. This caused a favorable reaction within the subject, who suddenly threw her head back and moaned out loud at the sudden vibrations between her legs. A secondary tendril hovered just barely over the inner labia of her pussy, this one a thin like probe that flickered every so lightly in feathery brushes over the entire
surface, paying close attention over her clit and wandering over the edges of her pussy. Within a minute, Kennas let the device go into its main phase, when the cup like device itself began to vibrate, and the probe at her clit began massaging the entire clitoral exterior, the second tendril gently entering her pussy, scanning ever so lightly the inside her, massaging up into what the human being would call the g-spot, finding it with precision and massaging it perfectly based on her reactions.
The entire vibration, and motions were based off her physical feedback, and where a human lover might falter or simply not follow a precise technique, the machine had no such weakness and almost as if it was a countdown in Kennas’ mind, he predicted the first orgasm within a second of his estimate. The second followed closely thereafter. The third and final
orgasm, was without a doubt within 3 seconds of the average result, and no surprise to the young researcher, just as he had anticipated.
The final Phase, Phase 5, was different though, for every subject, and was usually allowed the Laddrax to narrow human females within 3 categories.
Krysta’s arms were brought high above her head and her legs were closed together suddenly. A series of scanning tendrils rose up below her arms, much like the ones in Phase 2, however the ends had bristle like ‘fingers’ which dug ever so firmly into her hollows and immediately began tickling her at low point Phase 3 had discovered, causing Krysta to suddenly crack open with immediate laughter on command. There was more slack in
her bondage now, intentionally, to allow her to false sense of being able to escape by allowing her to thrash and squirm, however her underarms would consistently be tickled by the machines, which felt no mercy.
The first category was when the subject produced a level of ticklish capacity between 0-300, which basically meant that she could only be tickled to such a point where she was constantly laughing, but never driven to an extreme, or energy failure due to fatigue or unconciousness could erupt, possibly more serious consequences. Such subjects made perfect applications for shield technology, and logistical power such as what powered lights and doors within the ships.
Krysta suddenly felt her feet become the victims of an assault, a rotary like brush, like that which would be found on an electric tooth brush, but slightly larger, was scanning and sliding across the entire length of her feet. She wiggled her feet with wild abandon trying to escape the tickling, but the rotating brush was only there to assist the secondary tickling devices which rose to the task of tickling her sensitive soles. Similar to the clamps which earlier fastened to her ribs, these applied themselves to the sides of each foot, and squeezed gently. Rotating rubber tips within the clamps began to vibrate and tickle the entire sides of her heel and instep as the rotating brush tickled the sole beneath bringing Krysta to absolute silent laughter, her body constant shaking and thrashing alternating between her inability to stop laughing just caused her to occasionally just hang there in defeat, and kick her legs in order to somehow let the clamps loose off her feet to no effect..
The second category, Kennas observed, was for those with a rating of 300-750, which meant that the victim could take massive amounts of tickling within short periods. Which made them optimum for weapons deployment, and fighter engine support systems. The orgasmic potential within the human female is a massive boost to this rating. For constant and quality orgasms are required in order to power fighter weapons
systems reliably.
Almost as a response to the intense tickling at her feet, the devices under her arms changed patterns, as to not allow one part of the body to be tickled more than the other. Krysta was being tickled, in a manner that was definitely inhuman. She was now being torn apart between her underarms and her feet. The tickling brought her between silent hysteria, and then a sudden rain of musical laughter, smaller tendrils rose up to scan and tickle her midsection, her neck and her back, scanning down the length of her legs. Poking, and prodding many sections in order to distract the mind from resistance.
Whenever Krysta felt she could suddenly just let go to the tickling, a new source of tickling would show up. The kneading rubber tips at her ribs came to life then, wiggling their way at the exact place they left off, building up little to no suspense this time. Her breasts were the source of her distraction suddenly, and she didn’t realize it until then, but her pink nipples were desperate for attention during the entire process. The first touches of the felt like mechanical tentacles brought a shock to her body. They rubbed and teased her nipples till they swelled up bigger than she had ever had them, and then began to wrap around them gently and knead them as other auxiliary metallic tentacles scanned and brushed outside, under and around her supple chest…
The third category, was a score, of 750 to 1000. In which only the most endurable humans were placed. Such individuals had multiple orgasms a day without difficulty and on demand, and could be tickled for hours if not days with supplemental systems being applied to keep them going. Subjects within this category, rarely, if ever fell unconscious or suffered from energy fading during tickling, and thus are the highest of quality when it came to energy deployment. Capital ships, space stations, engine systems, were up to the responsibility of category 3 handlers. Such humans had personal caretakers, who maintained them consistently, and of all human applications, were the only ones not considered ‘disposable’ by the fleet, and held certain status within every ship they partook in, becoming, in essence a member of the crew. Category 3 humans were rare, and were often bid on by the Laddrax Command in competition to the highest donor.
Krysta was finding herself becoming distressed suddenly by the tickling. It had gone for nearly 3 hours of completely intense, non-stop application to her sensitive body. She had received no break, and there was no inexperience or well of resistance to this tickling. If she had become resistant to one method, another always came up. Her laughing was at her peak, and almost as an insult to injury, she felt her loins suddenly well up into another orgasm, gasping for breath, relinquishing control, she felt herself give in to the sensations. All there was, was tickling, and there would only be more. More coming, never ending. She couldn’t fight it, so why bother? It was as she said…she said… just smile. Let it go.
Let it go right?
She relaxed her legs, feeling her clit being tickled and rubbed and another orgasm ripple from inside, exploding outward throughout her body, filling her with a lust that left her lips wet, her laughing not helping her tears and sweat and the small bit of saliva from escaping from the side of her lips as she smirked with lustful laughter. Her **** was dripping juice from even outside the appendage on her pussy, and she could almost feel it lose its grip and compensating by squeezing more pressure on her ****. Her mind wandered, and the tickling changed patterns again, wringing out just the last bits of her sanity…
Kennas was suddenly a bit, concerned. He knew this girl, now, with her readouts, her lustful reaction and amazing stamina would be a Category 3. This much was certain, however by now, the computer would have given him a score. Perhaps she had not hit her peak yet? He had no choice, the results already, by now had to be skewed. He executed a “Zero-Point” flash into the room, with the tickling unabated, this caused Krysta to scream and squirm like there was no tomorrow. She threw her head back, her expression was delirious, eyes were euphoric and there was no controlling the wetness between her legs, she looked up, and screamed with hysterical glee as a feathery tendril wrapped up and around her legs and found itself brushing itself between the cheeks of her behind, tickling between her ass and her ****, and bringing itself to the former where it wiggled and brushed where up to now she had never been touched before. It tickled like nothing else before and no amount of moving caused it to even move an inch.
Kennas at this point couldn’t take this anymore, and immediately punched in a set of commands, causing the devices to slowly ward off, and forced the machine to give it a score, any score, the last calculation it had before they shut off, no matter the number.
…but Kennas, despite his experience, despite his knowledge in this technology was met, for the first time, with a result that challenged his very belief system in science. It was ridiculous to even ponder…, the results, thus far had been so average, so predictable.
There was no possible way to explain this to the fleet. They would only ask for another examination, perhaps even a public display to the martial court of Fleet command. But how could he ever convince them, that this wasn’t mistake?
Nobody had ever reached over one thousand points before, nobody.
Yet now he would have to give a report on how Krysta Gemme managed to reach ten.
…Ten thousand points…
It had to be an error, and thus, he would isolate this error, and discover it’s weakpoint at another time. He lowered Krysta to the ground, where server-bots awaited her arrival with a hovering stretcher, which they glided her weakened body back into her holding pen. This girl, this human, had challenged Kennas, outright insulted everything he knew, and made him feel as if despite all his experience, he was back in the Academy learning the sciences all over again.
…much to his ever so spirited delight.
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Some time had passed, in Krysta's unknown location. Days maybe? One couldn't tell. She had undergone at least 5 more sessions, under the manipulations of the Laddrax scientist, which she knew nothing more than a voice. It took her some coercion, for the second and third runs. However, by the fourth, Krysta had become rather resigned to her fate. Somehow, the tickling summoned up a sort of strength in her, even though it broke her down to nothing more than a giggling, sweaty mess. She found that it somehow gave her comfort, in this cold, and seemingly hopeless situation.
Where the walls were alien, the tickling, the teasing, was familiar, and it gave her hope... yet she could not figure out why. Wondering if she ever would, as the door before her opened one more time, the hallway lights coming back to life guiding her into the examination room once again. She wiped the tears under her eyes and swallowed, taking a deep breath, and pulled her gown up and off her body, resigning to another round of tickle torture...
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"Fascinating Kennas..."
"Indeed."
"I can't understand it, even if this is true, somehow, why a perfect ten-thousand?"
Kennas turned to look at the gathering behind him, seeing the officers of his station which were the liasons to Fleet Command. They all held high rank and positions, yet were not delegated to run military duty. Research facilities, were not exactly the calibur of military Laddrax, however they held powerful priviledges. Yet each one was hoping, for some kind of meal ticket out of this station, and the entire group of them, 12 in all were eyeing the holographic screen before them with a certain awe.
Kennas looked toward the one who asked the question, an older Laddrax, a bit sickly for his kind and upbringing, who looked like he had seen better days. "...no, it's quite understandable that she would hit a perfect ten-thousand sir. You see, the machine itself was once configured to reach a maximum of ten thousand as a base scoring system. Instead of one through one thousand, we were going to use this method of scoring. However, the categories of humans were alot less varied than we expected, and found that narrowing down the number was more efficient."
A member of the group in the back, one of the more conservative officers on the station, who oversaw weapons developement, spoke up. "What are you trying to say? That she possesses a maximum score even beyond your current scale?"
Kennas shook his head low. "To a degree, yes, however the fact is ten-thousand is only the maximum score that can be displayed, however for it to hit it accurately on the number is unlikely, rather I suspect, that if it were to be allowed... she possibly would have even higher potential. It only caps, at that number..."
That brought a round of whispers and surprised conversation amongst the group. Indeed, this was a giant breakthrough for the station, and possibly the entire Laddrax force. It was no wonder that the Flechette managed to return safely with only the power of this one girl, and this was definately the beginning of something big within the confines of the Coalition.
Kennas eyed Krysta lovingly, perhaps finally he may be able to prove his theory of human power, and finally be able to rise above his peers within his community. Wether or not his discoveries were merely used for war was no matter, he had to prove it somehow, to his world that he~...
...he noticed something, in the far side of the room. His laboratory, was a myriad of consoles, and other such apparatus, yet was simple in design. It held little to no shadows, and was amply lit. He could swear though, that something moved in the corner of his eye.
...perhaps it was opportunity. Knocking on the door. Kennas grinned, perhaps it was time to greet it with open arms.
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Lyra breathed deeply. She had almost been caught, months and months of effort would be wasted if she was caught now. She could not allow herself to fail, not now. Discovering the Flechette was one thing, but the discovery of this girl was beyond what she ever thought she would find on this station. A girl with a potential over ten-thousand? What would this mean to the Federation? What could it possibly mean?
She walked into the deck halls, slipping past two researchers, who walked past her as if she wasn't even there. She held still, back to the wall, her eyes following the two Laddraxian scientists, ensuring her position was still hidden.
The nano-stealth technology came at a personal price, but was highly effective. Under full power, she was unnoticeable even by the most sophisticated of tracking devices, even infra-red could not see her. Yet she almost blew it in the laboratory. The sight of that young girl with the fiery red hair on the screen filled her with angst, causing her to lose focus...
Now she was in a dillema, to report this to the Federation is of the highest priority, but to leave her here, with the Laddrax may mean more trouble than her reconnasaince may be able to counter. She pondered her options... to risk getting caught in saving this girl may very well jeapordize her entire mission, and that of the others espionaging in similar stations such as her. However in not making the attempt, she may very well have done nothing to stop an evolution of Laddrax technology, which may be the final piece in the puzzle in their favor in winning the war.
She had to meet this girl, somehow... Lyra knew she did. She was in dark, uncharted territory. Here she plunged into the abyss with nothing to light the way. She whispered idly to herself, surprised to hear her voice after such a long time of lonely silence...
"...Krysta Gemme, please let this be the right thing to do. Please..."
End of Part II
(Note: My apologies. Sci-fi */F)
Space Wars - by TKlover66 (Original Story)
Nexus I: Krysta's Journey to the Stars
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Hey there everyone.
Last year I posted the above story with the intention of making something grand, and yet, the way to do it somehow elluded me. I had an idea, a concept, driven by Tklover66's awesome story, I just had to continue the concept. The following is an attempt to breath life into my project, by adding smaller yet decisive moments.I hope you enjoy it, although I know I'm catering to a small crowd, just knowing you're out there is enough to keep me going. ^^ Please leave any kind of feedback.
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“…see you next time.”
Krysta awoke suddenly with a start. A voice in her head, was ebbing and fading like wind chimes in her mind. Forgetting whatever dream it was she had as soon as she had remembered it… her memories were wrapped with foggy recollection. It took her a few moments to piece it together, where she was, and how she got there.
When it hit her like a sack of bricks. Her gaze rose up and she scanned the room she was in, realizing she was in a gown she never had worn before that looked like hospital wear, and trapped in a dimly lit room with brushed metal walls and floor panels, with apparently no doors and definitely no windows.
She rose to her feet from what appeared to be an extended platform in which she rested on, feeling the cold floor on her bare soles made her wince, which with it’s shocking touch suddenly brought a flood of memories to downpour back into her mind. Her body, tingling with goosebumps at the recollection of the merciless tickling she had endured under the ministrations of her captors. The mechanical brushes and tendrils that worked laughter out of her body despite her resistance brought shivers to her body. The ease in which they did it, and her helplessness she had never felt before, it was a miracle she had even survived it.
Krysta, despite being young, was no fool. She had a clear understanding of what had occurred to her. No space faring human being didn’t know of the Laddrax’s methods in their galaxy. Everyone knew the method of energy farming which made the subject of tickling a taboo amongst most human societies. During a small conflict in Asia a century prior, several Laddrax shuttles managed to touch base on the ground and began a systematic capture of cities from China to Eastern Europe. The ground war was fierce, yet it was not the destruction of cities the Laddrax sought, but the capture of the species they sought to destroy. People were asking questions, they wanted answers. Fathers wanted to know why they were losing wife and daughter while their sons were massacred so systematically. Why
were they being taken, and to what end?
The military was forced to tell the world what they had known for quite some time during the battles in space. It was to a great shock, and disbelief in the world that such an innocent act could truly be the driving force which brought the enemy fleet into their system to wreak such carnage. For many, it was too ridiculous to believe, and yet it was the truth, perhaps the truest thing this war could ever be. Tickling. Human girls were being captured for use as energy consumption by an Alien species to be tickled. Husbands looking up to the stars, fearing for their loved ones had to somehow stand the thought that their wives were being forced to laugh for the purpose of becoming nothing more than a battery. And yet, at some point, the kidnapping, the abductions… stopped.
Nobody knew why the Laddrax stopped their ransacking of space faring freighters and the boarding of Navy battleships. Although the military knew human females were the source of much of their power (leading to the disbanding of females in the military), they could not see why they had given up on attacking colonies in space or other sources where females do, exist. It’s as if they had given up on that venue. For decades the concept of women being captured by aliens was as silly to most humans as the idea of an Earth nation releasing a nuclear salvo on another. It became an archaic concept, one only the military took with any sort of seriousness.
Yet, here she was, a victim of capture, and a survivor of the ‘ancient’ technique of tickling. She, had only been tickled once before, by young kids on Mars when she was a child. Tickling was illegal on Earth, and most families faced punitive charges even in the child was at fault. Mars however to this day is a world of lawlessness, and the concept of tickling is actually something of a punishment of sorts there. Criminals undergo it in prison for reconstructive therapy, and many space faring cults obsess over tickling and use it in ritual as if the alien procedure was some sort of sign, or omen, that tickling was a gateway to heaven of some sort, and other nonsense. Some have even opened online venues over the spacenet, and obsess over the concept of tickling as a sexual fetish over forums and chatrooms, hoping not to be caught by the Coalition for trafficking illegal tickling media.
A wave of helplessness suddenly came over her, and she shook it off with a growl. She would have none of it. She had survived the process once and now she would resist again. She would not allow herself to fall prey to the enemy, she had to find some way to escape, somehow.
Unfortunately, that time would have to wait. The wall before her suddenly began to move, and the outer panel to the wall slid to the side with a hiss of air.
"...wonderful." Krysta said as she pressed herself against the cold wall behind her, the room before her only an empty hallway. Circular lights dotted the floor on either side of the hall, leading down about 15 feet away, leading to what appeared to be a dark circular room. Pitch black if not for the guiding lights. "Just great..."
She stood there for a moment, become accurately aware of the silence in the place of her voice. Her breathing loud against her chest.
“Please, step forward.”, a voice echoed in the room. She looked around startled, not knowing where it came from. “Enter the room before you. You will not be harmed.”
“Whatever…”, she muttered. “Get me out of here! I don’t belong here!” she screamed out, her voice echoing in the hall before her. She grit her teeth, her fists clenching as she found herself shaking suddenly and tried to control herself.
There was a pause, and in an almost humerous tone, the voice addressed her again. “You fascinate me, Ms. Gemme. You request to leave your current space, and yet I have requested that you do the same. Would you rather stay in your room?”, it uttered as the wall began to slide closed.
“No!” Krysta shouted and stepped forward, extending an arm. The door suddenly halting, and returning back to its open state. Krysta knew she had no choice in this matter. There was not much she could do, unless she learned more about her situation. If she was to ever get out of here, she had to cooperate, and so she walked slowly into the hallway before her, and felt the cold wall slowly slide shut behind her.
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Kennas, was an Engineer of sorts, in a station by the rings of Jupiter, a planet now occupied by the core of the Laddrax offensive into the Solar system. Although, to compare his work to a more human standard, he was a bio-engineer. A student of the nanotechnology that brings energy out of the human body. He found the human species to be fascinating research, and experimented on many different body types over his long years within his academy career.
The girl in the cell right now was brought to him earlier in the day, an interesting situation to say the least. The Flechette, apparently jumped into orbit, from Earth atmosphere under the power of a single woman, which quite frankly was impossible, and it brought a chuckle to Kennas when he thought that he could even entertain such a notion. Yet, here he was, being ordered by Command itself to analyze this woman, thoroughly, and find out how exactly it occurred, while it dealt with the three pilots who very nearly cost them some valuable technology, and may very well have ruined a possible strike against Earth defenses.
Come what may, Kennas was not concerned with the marines. They had no appreciation of the technology that drove their forces forward, he had little to no respect for the soldiers who only abused and misunderstood the very species they were fighting against. His concern now was for this woman, a type B female. Average weight, 67 inches in height. Her breasts were of standard human size, neither of the larger extreme, and about normal for her height, if not slightly under par. Her hair was a deep red, cut short to the shoulders. Definitely nothing of interest to Kennas, except her noticeably athletic body. Where most women of the subject’s height and weight would be classified as a type D, this particular woman was extremely fit. Noticeable lines of muscle were visible on her arms and legs, and her stomach muscles were fairly tight, which was rare amongst space faring humans who don’t get very much physical weight resistance during daily activity.
This would prove to be of benefit to Kennas, who was about to test the endurance of this young woman. He looked down on her, from a floating screen before him, which due to it’s multiple holographic dimensions possessed many different viewpoints, all controllable by him from his console. Each image was self contained within the holographic sphere and he focused all of them on the subject. He saw her walk in slowly into the circular room at the end of the hall, to her dark, and only lit by the guiding floor panels, she hesitate slightly.
“Please, stand in the middle of the room, and follow my instructions.”, he said, speaking in his native tongue. The translating system designed on board gave him what Humans would call a slight “English” accent, which after learning a bit about humans, he found quite humorous indeed.
She followed his words, standing in the center of the room. The position he needed her to be in when he initiated his setup procedure. He entered a code into his console, and watched idly as from the dark panels on the floor, mechanical and multijointed tendrils came out of the ground and extended padded shackles to her shins and forearms. They were quiet enough to startle the girl, who by the time she realized the situation, had already been caught by the devices. Entering another code, he lowered the gravitational pull just slightly, lowering her weight, and lifting controlling her up into the middle of the room with a motion of his hand over the console, setting her up and lightly stretches out her limbs in a spread eagle in mid-air.
He watched her for a second, seeing her from his many viewing angles on his viewing orb how she resisted the bondage, and with every tug he simply stretched her out a bit more. Eventually she was unable to even squirm with absolutely no leverage to do so, and locked the controls in place.
He slowly lowered the incoming volume of the subjects room, and instead would only see a visual graph of any sound in the room instead of having to hear it. Human laughter, while to a degree enjoyable, was mainly going to be an annoyance under any serious examination.
“What I’m about to do to you, may be familiar. Understand that I will in no way harm you, and any resistance that you attempt will only be met with failure. Accept any, and all input you receive, and understand your reactions will be normal. Do not attempt to resist them.”
She could see she was confused, and a bit…, angry it seemed. Interesting. Kennas knew very well she would resist. They all do, humans build a wall of resistance before any upcoming situation, especially the unknown. It breaks with time, however gives extremely muddled results in a laboratory situation. The solution, according to research was to “zero” out the subject, by stimulating all the nerves in sudden bursts.
He began the procedure. Initiating phase 1, “Zero-point” A flash of light suddenly burst in the victim’s chamber, she suddenly gasped and shivered at the first reaction. A second flash of light, and the victim suddenly gasped again for air, her lips quivering and her eyes wincing shut as her breathing rate increased. Suddenly a staccato of triple burst flashes finished the process. Kennas could see the first phase was complete. Zero-Point, was a discovery decades ago, by a Laddrax scientist, who found that the best results came when the human body was set to a ‘default state’. By letting loose a specific frequency of static energy through the human nervous system, it was possible to excite the entire human body in the lightest way possible.
The first pulse being what would be considered a sort of “initial stage”, the following pulses, which with each flash cause the skin to become sensitive, the genitals to swell with excitement, and increase bloodflow and sensitivity throughout the entire body. It was a common occurrence during this situation to see the nipples harden, and for the pussy to become moist in this stage. Much to the confusion of the subject’s of course, because it was quite an alien stimulation; purely physical, and without the consent
of the subject in any way.
Phase 2, was physical mapping, and it was an unfortunately lengthy process. The subject was to be scanned inch to inch by a small combing sensor on the tip of many advanced probes which rose up from the ground beneath her before even the final flashes of the first phase commenced. They immediately began their scan, beginning at her finger tips, and the tips of her toes. The end of each probe had many small bristles which slowly traveled in circular and brushing motions across the body. Feeling and giving back feedback to the computer which mapped physical reaction and sent it back in the form of data, analyzing the subject’s ticklishness and sensitivity. She squirmed at the devices touch, and it was definitely not due to mere defiance. He could see by the data, that she was indeed ticklish, but not by any abnormal levels. She had not yet let out a laugh, and was doing her best not to let out a smile. It was quite clear this girl was educated about Laddrax
method.
After about 30 minutes, the machines finished their scans, and Phase 3 commenced. This phase, was an awakening of sorts. The procedure was designed to provide the weakest sensation of tickling, up to the point where the subject first breaks into human laughter, where energy data can begin to be extracted. Although laughter can be produced easily on any human girl by using a high level of stimulation, the examination procedure requires to learn at least 2 of the lowest points that laughter can be produced by any given application. Some girls would break almost immediately during this phase, others it might take some time. However they all break, and it’s no secret why. The tendrils slowly lowered the subject close to the floor, where from the floor panel allowed 4 clamp-like appendages to rise up beside each side of the human girl’s body. They closed in on the subject’s midsection, clamping securely against her ribs and back in a saw like pattern, covering her entire rib cage below her breasts. They took a few seconds to adjust and align themselves properly, before coming to life and beginning a series of sonic vibrations..
Within the vice like were small, rubber like cones which pressed against the ribs and moved independently, like small fingers with individual motors. Each provided input back to the computer and told it to increase in pressure and velocity as resistance within the subjected built. The subject, Krysta, screamed out and shut her lips tight at the sensation, but shut her lips tight, only increasing the tickling fingers intent.
They kneaded and prodded her ribs. Wiggling between each one, and vibrating in circular and up and down motions independently, almost like 10 fingers on each portion of her ribs. Krysta Gemme began to laugh 12.2 seconds into Phase 3, causing the machines to stop, and reset. A “Zero-Point” flash occurred once again, causing Krysta to moan outloud in her small room, and then be the subject of another series of rib tickling. Krysta Gemme was in laughter in 4.2 seconds of the second
round of Phase 3.
Kennas always enjoyed watching the resistant nature of humans, their odd expressions as they suddenly burst into laughter. He always noticed, through his computers, how relaxed they finally were when they let out. It was purely, a reflexive and psycological reaction, this resistance to tickling. In truth, many seemed to somehow enjoy it, although they may never admit it to themselves, a pity, for they would be getting much tickling in the years to come.
Phase 4, was unfortunately a pretty generic test for Kennas. Rarely did he find a dramatic difference between subjects in this phase. Laddrax technology had narrowed down the precise method to bring about an almost all to predictable response to the female body when stimulated sexually. It was almost not worth testing, however he had to make sure it happened. Inputting into the console for Phase 4, Krysta was brought back up into the air, and this time was hung horizontally with her arms high above her head. The extensions on her ankles slowly parted her legs, exposing her pussy to a metallic cup like device which pressed against her labia, applying a small amount of vacuum like pressure, affixing itself between her legs.
Two small feathery probes within the encasement gently parted her outer lips, and a third tendril slowly placed pressure slightly beneath the clitoral hood, which almost on contact began vibrating gently. This caused a favorable reaction within the subject, who suddenly threw her head back and moaned out loud at the sudden vibrations between her legs. A secondary tendril hovered just barely over the inner labia of her pussy, this one a thin like probe that flickered every so lightly in feathery brushes over the entire
surface, paying close attention over her clit and wandering over the edges of her pussy. Within a minute, Kennas let the device go into its main phase, when the cup like device itself began to vibrate, and the probe at her clit began massaging the entire clitoral exterior, the second tendril gently entering her pussy, scanning ever so lightly the inside her, massaging up into what the human being would call the g-spot, finding it with precision and massaging it perfectly based on her reactions.
The entire vibration, and motions were based off her physical feedback, and where a human lover might falter or simply not follow a precise technique, the machine had no such weakness and almost as if it was a countdown in Kennas’ mind, he predicted the first orgasm within a second of his estimate. The second followed closely thereafter. The third and final
orgasm, was without a doubt within 3 seconds of the average result, and no surprise to the young researcher, just as he had anticipated.
The final Phase, Phase 5, was different though, for every subject, and was usually allowed the Laddrax to narrow human females within 3 categories.
Krysta’s arms were brought high above her head and her legs were closed together suddenly. A series of scanning tendrils rose up below her arms, much like the ones in Phase 2, however the ends had bristle like ‘fingers’ which dug ever so firmly into her hollows and immediately began tickling her at low point Phase 3 had discovered, causing Krysta to suddenly crack open with immediate laughter on command. There was more slack in
her bondage now, intentionally, to allow her to false sense of being able to escape by allowing her to thrash and squirm, however her underarms would consistently be tickled by the machines, which felt no mercy.
The first category was when the subject produced a level of ticklish capacity between 0-300, which basically meant that she could only be tickled to such a point where she was constantly laughing, but never driven to an extreme, or energy failure due to fatigue or unconciousness could erupt, possibly more serious consequences. Such subjects made perfect applications for shield technology, and logistical power such as what powered lights and doors within the ships.
Krysta suddenly felt her feet become the victims of an assault, a rotary like brush, like that which would be found on an electric tooth brush, but slightly larger, was scanning and sliding across the entire length of her feet. She wiggled her feet with wild abandon trying to escape the tickling, but the rotating brush was only there to assist the secondary tickling devices which rose to the task of tickling her sensitive soles. Similar to the clamps which earlier fastened to her ribs, these applied themselves to the sides of each foot, and squeezed gently. Rotating rubber tips within the clamps began to vibrate and tickle the entire sides of her heel and instep as the rotating brush tickled the sole beneath bringing Krysta to absolute silent laughter, her body constant shaking and thrashing alternating between her inability to stop laughing just caused her to occasionally just hang there in defeat, and kick her legs in order to somehow let the clamps loose off her feet to no effect..
The second category, Kennas observed, was for those with a rating of 300-750, which meant that the victim could take massive amounts of tickling within short periods. Which made them optimum for weapons deployment, and fighter engine support systems. The orgasmic potential within the human female is a massive boost to this rating. For constant and quality orgasms are required in order to power fighter weapons
systems reliably.
Almost as a response to the intense tickling at her feet, the devices under her arms changed patterns, as to not allow one part of the body to be tickled more than the other. Krysta was being tickled, in a manner that was definitely inhuman. She was now being torn apart between her underarms and her feet. The tickling brought her between silent hysteria, and then a sudden rain of musical laughter, smaller tendrils rose up to scan and tickle her midsection, her neck and her back, scanning down the length of her legs. Poking, and prodding many sections in order to distract the mind from resistance.
Whenever Krysta felt she could suddenly just let go to the tickling, a new source of tickling would show up. The kneading rubber tips at her ribs came to life then, wiggling their way at the exact place they left off, building up little to no suspense this time. Her breasts were the source of her distraction suddenly, and she didn’t realize it until then, but her pink nipples were desperate for attention during the entire process. The first touches of the felt like mechanical tentacles brought a shock to her body. They rubbed and teased her nipples till they swelled up bigger than she had ever had them, and then began to wrap around them gently and knead them as other auxiliary metallic tentacles scanned and brushed outside, under and around her supple chest…
The third category, was a score, of 750 to 1000. In which only the most endurable humans were placed. Such individuals had multiple orgasms a day without difficulty and on demand, and could be tickled for hours if not days with supplemental systems being applied to keep them going. Subjects within this category, rarely, if ever fell unconscious or suffered from energy fading during tickling, and thus are the highest of quality when it came to energy deployment. Capital ships, space stations, engine systems, were up to the responsibility of category 3 handlers. Such humans had personal caretakers, who maintained them consistently, and of all human applications, were the only ones not considered ‘disposable’ by the fleet, and held certain status within every ship they partook in, becoming, in essence a member of the crew. Category 3 humans were rare, and were often bid on by the Laddrax Command in competition to the highest donor.
Krysta was finding herself becoming distressed suddenly by the tickling. It had gone for nearly 3 hours of completely intense, non-stop application to her sensitive body. She had received no break, and there was no inexperience or well of resistance to this tickling. If she had become resistant to one method, another always came up. Her laughing was at her peak, and almost as an insult to injury, she felt her loins suddenly well up into another orgasm, gasping for breath, relinquishing control, she felt herself give in to the sensations. All there was, was tickling, and there would only be more. More coming, never ending. She couldn’t fight it, so why bother? It was as she said…she said… just smile. Let it go.
Let it go right?
She relaxed her legs, feeling her clit being tickled and rubbed and another orgasm ripple from inside, exploding outward throughout her body, filling her with a lust that left her lips wet, her laughing not helping her tears and sweat and the small bit of saliva from escaping from the side of her lips as she smirked with lustful laughter. Her **** was dripping juice from even outside the appendage on her pussy, and she could almost feel it lose its grip and compensating by squeezing more pressure on her ****. Her mind wandered, and the tickling changed patterns again, wringing out just the last bits of her sanity…
Kennas was suddenly a bit, concerned. He knew this girl, now, with her readouts, her lustful reaction and amazing stamina would be a Category 3. This much was certain, however by now, the computer would have given him a score. Perhaps she had not hit her peak yet? He had no choice, the results already, by now had to be skewed. He executed a “Zero-Point” flash into the room, with the tickling unabated, this caused Krysta to scream and squirm like there was no tomorrow. She threw her head back, her expression was delirious, eyes were euphoric and there was no controlling the wetness between her legs, she looked up, and screamed with hysterical glee as a feathery tendril wrapped up and around her legs and found itself brushing itself between the cheeks of her behind, tickling between her ass and her ****, and bringing itself to the former where it wiggled and brushed where up to now she had never been touched before. It tickled like nothing else before and no amount of moving caused it to even move an inch.
Kennas at this point couldn’t take this anymore, and immediately punched in a set of commands, causing the devices to slowly ward off, and forced the machine to give it a score, any score, the last calculation it had before they shut off, no matter the number.
…but Kennas, despite his experience, despite his knowledge in this technology was met, for the first time, with a result that challenged his very belief system in science. It was ridiculous to even ponder…, the results, thus far had been so average, so predictable.
There was no possible way to explain this to the fleet. They would only ask for another examination, perhaps even a public display to the martial court of Fleet command. But how could he ever convince them, that this wasn’t mistake?
Nobody had ever reached over one thousand points before, nobody.
Yet now he would have to give a report on how Krysta Gemme managed to reach ten.
…Ten thousand points…
It had to be an error, and thus, he would isolate this error, and discover it’s weakpoint at another time. He lowered Krysta to the ground, where server-bots awaited her arrival with a hovering stretcher, which they glided her weakened body back into her holding pen. This girl, this human, had challenged Kennas, outright insulted everything he knew, and made him feel as if despite all his experience, he was back in the Academy learning the sciences all over again.
…much to his ever so spirited delight.
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Some time had passed, in Krysta's unknown location. Days maybe? One couldn't tell. She had undergone at least 5 more sessions, under the manipulations of the Laddrax scientist, which she knew nothing more than a voice. It took her some coercion, for the second and third runs. However, by the fourth, Krysta had become rather resigned to her fate. Somehow, the tickling summoned up a sort of strength in her, even though it broke her down to nothing more than a giggling, sweaty mess. She found that it somehow gave her comfort, in this cold, and seemingly hopeless situation.
Where the walls were alien, the tickling, the teasing, was familiar, and it gave her hope... yet she could not figure out why. Wondering if she ever would, as the door before her opened one more time, the hallway lights coming back to life guiding her into the examination room once again. She wiped the tears under her eyes and swallowed, taking a deep breath, and pulled her gown up and off her body, resigning to another round of tickle torture...
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"Fascinating Kennas..."
"Indeed."
"I can't understand it, even if this is true, somehow, why a perfect ten-thousand?"
Kennas turned to look at the gathering behind him, seeing the officers of his station which were the liasons to Fleet Command. They all held high rank and positions, yet were not delegated to run military duty. Research facilities, were not exactly the calibur of military Laddrax, however they held powerful priviledges. Yet each one was hoping, for some kind of meal ticket out of this station, and the entire group of them, 12 in all were eyeing the holographic screen before them with a certain awe.
Kennas looked toward the one who asked the question, an older Laddrax, a bit sickly for his kind and upbringing, who looked like he had seen better days. "...no, it's quite understandable that she would hit a perfect ten-thousand sir. You see, the machine itself was once configured to reach a maximum of ten thousand as a base scoring system. Instead of one through one thousand, we were going to use this method of scoring. However, the categories of humans were alot less varied than we expected, and found that narrowing down the number was more efficient."
A member of the group in the back, one of the more conservative officers on the station, who oversaw weapons developement, spoke up. "What are you trying to say? That she possesses a maximum score even beyond your current scale?"
Kennas shook his head low. "To a degree, yes, however the fact is ten-thousand is only the maximum score that can be displayed, however for it to hit it accurately on the number is unlikely, rather I suspect, that if it were to be allowed... she possibly would have even higher potential. It only caps, at that number..."
That brought a round of whispers and surprised conversation amongst the group. Indeed, this was a giant breakthrough for the station, and possibly the entire Laddrax force. It was no wonder that the Flechette managed to return safely with only the power of this one girl, and this was definately the beginning of something big within the confines of the Coalition.
Kennas eyed Krysta lovingly, perhaps finally he may be able to prove his theory of human power, and finally be able to rise above his peers within his community. Wether or not his discoveries were merely used for war was no matter, he had to prove it somehow, to his world that he~...
...he noticed something, in the far side of the room. His laboratory, was a myriad of consoles, and other such apparatus, yet was simple in design. It held little to no shadows, and was amply lit. He could swear though, that something moved in the corner of his eye.
...perhaps it was opportunity. Knocking on the door. Kennas grinned, perhaps it was time to greet it with open arms.
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Lyra breathed deeply. She had almost been caught, months and months of effort would be wasted if she was caught now. She could not allow herself to fail, not now. Discovering the Flechette was one thing, but the discovery of this girl was beyond what she ever thought she would find on this station. A girl with a potential over ten-thousand? What would this mean to the Federation? What could it possibly mean?
She walked into the deck halls, slipping past two researchers, who walked past her as if she wasn't even there. She held still, back to the wall, her eyes following the two Laddraxian scientists, ensuring her position was still hidden.
The nano-stealth technology came at a personal price, but was highly effective. Under full power, she was unnoticeable even by the most sophisticated of tracking devices, even infra-red could not see her. Yet she almost blew it in the laboratory. The sight of that young girl with the fiery red hair on the screen filled her with angst, causing her to lose focus...
Now she was in a dillema, to report this to the Federation is of the highest priority, but to leave her here, with the Laddrax may mean more trouble than her reconnasaince may be able to counter. She pondered her options... to risk getting caught in saving this girl may very well jeapordize her entire mission, and that of the others espionaging in similar stations such as her. However in not making the attempt, she may very well have done nothing to stop an evolution of Laddrax technology, which may be the final piece in the puzzle in their favor in winning the war.
She had to meet this girl, somehow... Lyra knew she did. She was in dark, uncharted territory. Here she plunged into the abyss with nothing to light the way. She whispered idly to herself, surprised to hear her voice after such a long time of lonely silence...
"...Krysta Gemme, please let this be the right thing to do. Please..."
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