Live to serve #3

While the platform was sculpted from the red rock material found in abundance on this planet, the object standing on it was clearly from another world. It had an irregular structure with blue light shining through it’s surface upon the operators touch. The object wiggled and moved in response to it’s operator’s touch, prompting the question if it was a device or an actual living being.
Seeing that the operator was undoubtedly human, Lyryn released a hopeful shout as soon as he decided he was within hearing range.
– Viria!
The woman turned to face him and he finally noticed that something was amiss. Even though she was clearly interested in him when they served on the Corona, he barely payed her enough attention, but he knew her well enough to notice the difference. While he wasn’t sure if her skin was paler when he met her, she most certainly didn’t have white hair or a disturbing, teeth patterned mask that covered the lower half of her face.
– You look…different. – he noticed, while keeping a, hopefully, safe distance.
That’s rude, I think I look quite good, pet. – the woman replied, chuckling elegantly.
The deep down fear Kor felt had become reality, brought to life by the deceivingly sweet voice of his alien observer. A quickly budding rage began taking over his senses.
– What did you do to her, Nyvath?!
– I told you already, I gave her a choice. She was dying and I promised her I’d mend her body, if only she’ll let me use it for as long as I see fit. – his confusion and anger only fueled the pleasure in her voice.
– That could take forever!
– It could, but don’t worry…I usually leave a host after a few years… – his armor of furious resolve showed tiny cracks. Her voice suddenly became toned down, as if some unknown melancholy took away her usual, mischevious demeanor.
– What are you exactly?
– I’ve been called many names. A god, an infection…The Change that Hungers was probably one of my favourite names! – the question made Viria quickly go back to her regular Nyvath behaviour. She laughed with glee, as if reminded of a fond memory. – But yes, I’m usually a god.
– A mind controlling alien or a sentient infection? Sure. But a god? Forgive me if I don’t become a sudden believer, Nyvath. – Lyryn scoffed at the notion.
It’s not important if you believe, pet. You have only two options right now… – with a total disregard of his opinions and presence, Nyvath started unzipping her torn and singed jumpsuit. This put Lyryn’s defense in clear jeopardy. He always found Viria’s body attractive, but Nyvath’s arrogant character spiced it all up to dangerous proportions. He noticed that he was becoming more focused on the hand slowly revealing Viria’s naked skin than the words coming out of her mouth.
– You can either stay here, alone and with a slim chance for a rescue. I can tell you where to look for rations and shelter, but you’ll be on your own…
Nyvath, noticing the desire seething from his entire body, took extra care to do things slowly and thoroughly. Her hand stopped just as the zipper was way below her belly button and whilst going back, she allowed her smooth fingers to slide deliciously upon the exposed skin. Of course, she wouldn’t stop explaining her deal to the mesmerized man.
– …or, you could pledge loyalty and serve me. I’m a harsh, yet just mistress and if you show proper obedience, I’d shower you with my many…favours.
Whilst saying that, she slid her hands under the jumpsuit’s fabric on the shoulders, allowing it move just enough to barely cover her nipples. This made Lyryn’s struggle even harder and if it weren’t for the deeply hidden fears and doubts he had towards this alien entity, his will would be sapped entirely.
Regaining the last, sheltered bits of composure, Kor’s body remembered that he’s supposed to swallow the saliva his glands produce and with a slight cough, he voiced his doubts.
– How do I know you won’t betray me? You lied about Viria, you could lie again…
The god scoffed at him.
– Do not insult me, pet. I told you I’d lead you to see Viria, not that you could talk to her. I’ve kept my promise and never lied to you.
Lyryn couldn’t argue with that. It was a twisted logic, but she was right and he felt hunger, fatigue and unfulfilled lust gnawing at his resolve to rebel. It was so easy to say yes now.
And what do I have to do, to swear…allegiance to you.
A simple thing, pet. Kiss me…

Live to serve #2

With a tedious walk through a rocky desert ahead of him, Lyryn was grateful he had someone to talk to. He was still wary, since he had no idea what Nyvath’s intentions were, but it was better than wandering aimlessly in this barren land all alone. Luckily the planet had quite the pleasant atmosphere, despite being a barren piece of rock.
– So, what is this place?
– I don’t think this planet has a name or if it even figures in any starcharts. The council probably made sure to imprison me someplace where no one would find me too easily. – the disappointed sigh didn’t distract Lyryn from the core point of her answer.

He made an abrupt halt. This was far from good news and for that brief moment he cared little what she’d do to him. His disapproval had to be given voice.
– Wait one fucking minute…so you’re a convict and this is a prison planet!? I’m not going anywhere with you!
Now is not the time to be so loud, pet. – the warmth subsided from her voice. It didn’t last long but was noticeable enough. – It’s not much of a prison, but yes, I was incarcerated here.
– What were you charged with? – Lyryn had no guarantee of getting an honest answer from a convict, but curiosity still made him ask.
Oh, lots of things. Disrespecting authority, theft, violence, murder, to name a few. Indecent exposure as well! – Nyvath was clearly more amused with her answer than she was with his inquiry.
Noticing the angry expression forming on his face, she decided not to give him room for further protest and quickly went on an offensive. With a voice, sharp and cold as steel she added:
– I was imprisoned because I didn’t appreciate the role that I was given and that’s the worst of sins for the council. But look at yourself! I don’t know what you did, but there’s something about you that tells me your record ain’t remotely clean enough to be judging me, Lyryn Kor!
A sudden sweat cooled his skin. What did this strange entity know about him? His mind began racing nervously at the thought that even something so alien could be aware of his sins. As he stood, he lost all will to fight her. His deepest, most shameful secret felt so close to exposure that the only thing he could do was to yield. Feeling his surrender, Nyvath’s voice regained it’s former, comforting tone.
– We’re both criminals, pet. And what do criminals do in need? They partner up. Though in this case our hierarchy will be a bit different. See, this place is prison for me no more, ever since your human friend freed me…
The last words were enough to liven the man up with a rekindled fire of curiosity.
– There were humans here before me?
– Yes, a woman…I don’t see your legs moving, pet. I’d like to get going, so hurry it up.
Lyryn started walking again. He still had his doubts, but if Nyvath really had a way of leaving this planet, it’d be best to stay on her good side.
– Tell me about this woman.
– Hmmm not much to tell. She was a pretty morsel, but badly damaged when the ship debris that carried her crashed on this planet. I made her a proposal and she agreed to help me. Simple as that.
Nyvath’s path now led through a more varied terrain. The mundane plains gave place to hills, requiring a bit more effort to traverse. The strain, while negligible, had the peculiar side effect of jogging Kor’s mind, restoring the lost bits of memory to their rightful owner.
– What did the debris that carried the woman look like? Did it have any designation? Did she tell you where she came from?
– Hmm let me see. She said she was a scientist on a ship called…the Corona? I think her name was Vera, but I didn’t pay too much attention to it.
– Vera? Not Viria? Viria Agano?
– Yes! That was her name. Is she special to you?
Lyryn didn’t hear Nyvath’s last question. His memory was slowly coming back and the alien confirmed that the woman was a crewmember of his ship, the Corona – he remembered a low level xenobiologist who often tried to chat him up in the ship corridors. They were on a science mission, but he didn’t have even the faintest idea what it was. Still, if Viria reached this planet, others could too. And with a crew as large as the Corona’s, someone was bound to survive the crash as he did.
– Can you take me to Viria?
Nyvath noticed the change in him. She didn’t not expect an angry ball of bitter that Lyryn was to suddenly start resonating so much hope and determination. This piqued her curiosity even more.
– You’ll be happy to know that I’m doing exactly that, pet. It’s not far from here, you’ll see Viria in a moment.
– Good. Also, why do you keep calling me pet?
Nyvath chuckled. Lyryn would lie if he said he didn’t find her laugh attractive.
– As Viria was given a choice, so will you be given one, once you reach our destination. I am very curious as to what you will decide, pet.
You know…I’m tired of your cryptic bullshit, Nyvath. – he sighed and took a short break on the top of the hill. In the distance he could see a strange, angular platform and some unknown statue with a human standing next to it. That must’ve been Viria, standind right the place where Nyvath wanted them to be.
– You see? We’re close. Now, you can complain and rot in this spot for all eternity or you can move forward just a little bit and hear my proposal in full. It’s your choice. – Nyvath’s voice rushed and the man felt that her patience with him was wearing thin. And yet, some weird, dangerous instinct made him smile and take a jab at his guide:
– You’re really obsessed about choice, huh?
– I’m all about choice, pet. You’ll see.