Albedo

Posted on Sun Mar 13, 2016 @ 4:22am by Civilian 'Key Holder' Yolanthe Ibalin & Lieutenant Liam Reynolds

925 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Pangaea (Wrap up)
Location: The Promenade
Timeline: MD11 0230

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J'Rell and Charis stepped through the postern gate int he closed shutters of the Box of Delights, held open for them by the enormous Gorn Doorman.

"Goodnight ladies." he rumbled, waving the last two dancers into the quieting paths of the promenade. The rest of Madame Miaow's troupe had already left.

J'Rell tossed her white hair over her shoulder and gave him a cheery wave, pulling her long wrap around her pale turquoise shoulders. This time of night the air conditioning was going full blast, but the crowds had thinned signficantly, so it felt slightly chill whilst the environment systems adjusted to take account of the heat no longer being generated by a press of bodies. "See you tomorrow, don't stay up too late." She twitched her antennae towards the Brekkian woman he'd picked up earlier that evening.

He gave her a smack to the rear. "I'm big enough and ugly enough to decide my own bedtime. " He turned to Charis, "Keep this one in line, sweetheart, don't let her give you any trouble."

The bald female gave him a look that she normally reserved for soley the punters. Stepping forward and not giving a crap that she was flirting with their spectacular doorman infront of his Brekkian choice for the night, she leaned in close and said loudly. "Oh Harry we both know I'm the one thats trouble. The sort we both know you like." She winked at him, then laced her hand with J'rell dragging her behind her making sure he had a nice parting view of her hips swaying as they disappeared into the Promonade.

"You should really go there you know," she informed her colleague. "He is magnificent in bed."

J'Rell laughed, "Maybe one day. I'm happy with the old goats in the audience for now. I'm not quite ready to bed an actual dinosaur."

"Ahh the old goats do tip the best though," Charis giggled running her thumb over J'Rell's hand. The phermones the Deltan was throwing out were thick and making the atmosphere tingly. "What are you plans now?" she asked huskily. "Fancy a bit of "girly" fun?"

"Sorry I can't help it. Its my genetic make up," she said sheepishly quickly realising what she had just said, and in case she upset her friend by coming on to her. "And you look so hot in that dress ...."

In response, J'rell brushed her fingers over Charis' cheek, and kissed her. "A woman's touch is just what I need right now," she whispered, and then kissed again, this time slow and deep.

Charis smiled as she came up for air, having a sudden green light to engage in a different sort of dance with her stunning colleague than earlier at work. And this time there was no ugly greying Bolian or fat pig Cardassian drooling over them. Stepping closer she both kissed and walked J'Rell a short distance down the side and round the back of the shop they had got too for some privacy. Her fingers grazed the other women's thigh just beneath the hem of the dress she had been admiring before coming up for air once more. "Oh honey, I plan on making you see stars. And not the ones outside the walls of the station."

J'Rell purred, and pushed her body closer to the Deltan's, pressing herself into her lover's hand, letting her desire for Charis show in her movements, kissing little nibbles along her neck, willing Charis to go further, and the public nature of the display be damned.

Charis suddenly felt it. It was like someone had run a knife edge along the edge of her spine. Something malevolent and angry and full of spite.

She screamed. And not the sort of scream the other lady had been expecting considering what they were doing to each other. The hand that had been playing with her hair and caressing her neck jerked forward suddenly taunt trying to keep her balance against the wall behind them. She didn't succeed, instead slumping all her weight on the Andorian in front of her.

Her other hand suddenly ceased all ministrations under that fine dress. "What the ....... " was all she was able to get out before it happened again. This time the pain of it making her jump, spin round and disentangle from her.

There was nothing to see, J'Rell looked round wildly, trying to see what was going on. But there was nothing to see. They were secluded from the main Promenade, in the gap between two stores. No-one was nearby.

"Charis?" she asked, uncertain.

And then Charis was lifted, by an unseen hand into the air and smashed down on the promenade, once, twice, three times.

"Run," Charis said weakly somehow still conscious from being swung about. "Back to Harry. Run."

J'rell , horrified, terrified, could only gasp out "What?" and she tried to drag Charis to her feet.

"NOW," she screamed explaining it the only way she could. "Evil. There's evil. RUN now."

They staggard together towards the main walkway, J'rell half -leading, half dragging Charis with her. They got about a dozen steps before the Deltan was snatched backwards, sliding back between the shops like she'd been thrown from a crashing shuttle. "Charis!" she screamed.

"GET TO HARRY," She screamed at her lover.

And then she stopped moving. suddenly and completely, like a puppet with cut strings.

J'Rell gave a hysterical shriek, and fled.

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J'Rell
Burlesque Dancer
The Box of Delights
NPC Yolanthe

Charis
Former Burlesque Dancer
The Box of Delights
NPC Liam Reynolds

 

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