Strange Incidents and a Human [Chapter 25]
Good evening from my end, here to upload more of my stories while I continue to seek alternative ways to prewrite this series. I've explained most of this back in Chapter 23. Enjoy!
Winnie the Human had never felt more taxed in keeping "his" unusual strength a secret. "He" had been keeping it a secret for years, even to the point where their boyfriend didn't know where they had gotten the boxer-level strength. Winnie the Human didn't want to think about where they had gotten it. It was a horrifying memory, and they wondered if it was ever real, it having happened when they were barely in college when they nearly tossed their former teen brother Paul from the rooftops. They could never forget how incredibly light their younger brother was in that moment, when "he" finally snapped back into reality.
Their parents were concerned, and the only one who truly knew where they had gotten the sudden strength was their Aunt Sally. Though she looked like she knew, she so badly wanted to tell them, but it was for all safety reasons that they wish they knew more about.
For the time being, however, all they could say was that they had lived an extreme Northerner life that "he" didn't notice how strong "he" was until they were in civilization for "his" paratrooper training. What "he" couldn't explain, however, was how bulky "he" was in comparison to "his" early college days.
Winnie the Human couldn't wait to retire or see what did render them unable to work. They just couldn't handle the taxing dysphoria and homophobia any longer. "He" was glad to have helped save so many people while someone else was taking all the glory, as glory wasn't what they were looking for.
"His" job was even more important after the devastating explosion that had happened in California that had felt like yesterday to them. They were glad that their boyfriend had barely gotten out, swerving into a car crash from the ripples that had followed the devastating blow. Winnie paused mid-rep in "his" pull-up. "He" remained in the lost state as "he" was scared of what would have happened if the car crash was deadly or had he been in the explosion.
They trembled as they let out an audible sob that had been hiding in the back of their throat for years, finally dropping as they curled up with their head in their hands, attempting to hold in the tears but it fell through their fingers. "He" breathed heavily as "he" tried wiping away the tears and recollecting "himself" to get back into "his" free time training, but the tears refused to stop. How glad "he" was to be alone in the gym. "He" picked up "his" gear and stormed out of the gym in a flurry as "he" ignored "his" colleagues as "he" made "his" way to their room.
Edwin slammed the door as soon as someone was about to ask how he was holding up, though ignored it. The mess that was the presumed man stared into the mirror after sloshing cold water on their face. They just stared, both the "man" and Winnie. Getting discharged honorably or otherwise was within reach, though they couldn't believe how much time they had wasted just because of their suspicious super strength. They should have left as soon as possible the moment he suspiciously healed better than good after his femur had broken. They should have just left.
But they didn't. Ever since Vancouver, they had been set ablaze to help bring support to the survivors. They stood up from leaning on the sink counter, recalling the opportunity to go into space the other day. He had deeply considered it, but dismissed it before he had learned that his family was suddenly off world. He wondered why. They had no answer for it despite being the stranger thing than the assumed man.
Winnie stared back at Edwin in the mirror, scowling finally as they made their decision to quit and figure out how to contact their Aunt Sally for a place to stay. Where they were going to find her, they didn't know. They had heard that their homes burned down, as well as Aunt Sally's party business.
It was suspicious, but they knew better than to assume they were all dead. They knew well of Sally's history, but not as much. They used the fires as a cover to move out without a word. All the valuables were taken, so they knew that their own valuables he left with their parents would have been taken. He stared back at Winnie in the mirror, then decided to track down whomever worked with and knew his twin siblings.
He had to get the information before he left and quit, however. Because as far as he knew, he didn't know jack about how to obtain information aside from the technology he worked with. Of course he would rebuild the materials, but that would be illegal and suspicious. A person rebuilding a tracking system after quitting his day job in the paratrooper business? Yeah, that wasn't going to fly too well even if he was figuring out how to get them off-world.
Winnie widened his eyes, forgetting that the story of his Aunt Sally being in space despite little to no space shuttle training didn't make sense to him. And that they were in space in his youth! Winnie and Edwin couldn't help but to laugh together, having finally decided to admit what had happened to them that whatever warranted him suddenly gained superior strength. He shook his head as he stared back into the mirror at Winnie. Things finally started to add up for him. What he was going to do with it, however, they didn't know.
Either way, he prepared what was needed after a good shower. They also had to find their boyfriend afterwards to check in on him. It was about time to invest their life in something other than saving people in his line of work. He waved to Winnie in the mirror as he started packing their things to prepare to leave and quit.
Sally
"Alright, everyone!" Sally claps her hands to get their attention. "Try not to destroy my space station while Director Try'fad and I bring Meekoo to her home world, Gao!"
The family acknowledged her concern, before going back to what they were doing with the crew who were off the clock. They've heard rumors that Gao had a Human with them, so it won't be much of a concern for a disguised Sally to be walking with a Gaoian. How they were going to communicate with the Gaoians, they didn't know, since their data systems were still out of date and were still in the process of retrieving updated information.
"Mama Sally, how am I going to talk to the people who are supposed to be my people?" Meekoo scratched her head in concern, shaking in fear of what her acting Mamas would be accused of.
"I don't know, we're hoping that we have a translator so we don't have to implant the last minute to talk to them." Sally gently hugged her, which probably felt like a tight hug, in assurance. "We just have to hope that you still remember some remnants of your home language so you can tell them you didn't learn more of your language."
"I also look like what my first Mama looked like…" Meekoo's ears pushed far back, wondering of the implications of her fur patterns. "What are they going to think? Am I supposed to be a Mama?"
Sally didn't know the answer as much as she did. They did get information at the last minute and were going to meet one of the associates, as their leader was busy managing other things.
"What is expected of me?" Meekoo continued, "Is the system anything like Human systems?"
Sally just stared a moment longer at the Gaoian she had helped raise. She still didn't have the answers.
Sally looked to where her husband was coming from, wondering where he was as she expected him to follow to explore the stars with her. She also wondered where Amandaline was, as this was her chance to visit Meekoo's home world.
"Hold those questions for your home world." Sally mended, looking back to the Gaoian. "As much as I know, I don't know much."
"Alright." Meekoo snorted out in dismay.
Amandaline could be heard dragging the lankier man as she was excited to visit her best friend's home world, the taller man barely fixing his tie as it was held in one hand mid-twist before he could actually tie it. The Human child excitedly bounced in place as she waited with Meekoo while the older man fixed his tie with the shake of his head and slight laughter. He faces Sally afterwards, wondering what they're going to do.
"My sweet, we are going to wear these nifty cloaks that hide our faces completely." Sally briefly explained. "Meekoo and our pilot will be the only ones without their faces hidden. Also considering how small Amandaline is, I think they're going to think she's a Corti."
"Do you think they will know we are Humans?" Slink asked as he took the cloak given to him.
"It will take them a while." Sally nodded, slipping her cloak on in demonstration. "Here's how you turn it on."
Meanwhile, Amandaline already knew how to put on the cloak, so she and Meekoo went aboard the ship to meet the pilot escorting them. She was one of the Corti crew, but she was more reserved than her counterparts. They tried striking up conversation with her, but the pilot barely budged, even if they could tell she was interested in the pair and what they intend to do if they get around the adventuring age, and how they would fare among the stars.
"I appreciate your company, but I need to make sure my ship is ready to run." The Corti pilot bowed in respect, going back to running diagnostics before they departed. "Feel free to observe, it could be a good lesson on overseeing how spaceships are prepared for assurance."
Meekoo already knew how to pilot, her gaze observing an excited Amandaline as she watched and read the controls while the pilot simply explained in a comprehensive manner, being patient with the child.
"Like Flight Simulator but for the mobile phone!" Amandaline glimmered excitedly. She picked up the controls faster than they had both assumed.
They didn't know what Flight Simulator in her context as of yet, but they assumed it was fun but with a terrible title in her perspective.
"Yes, I think, except you actually die if the flight isn't perfect." The pilot puts on a smile, "These ships don't take very kindly to any impact outside of regular flight patterns."
"Oh, I know." Amandaline shrugs. "That's what makes it more fun!"
"You take so much after Corporal Sally." The pilot smiled tightly, unsure of what else to say about her.
"That's why she's my great Aunt." Amandaline flipped the control that didn't do anything while the ship was off, idling as she waited for Sally and Slink to board. "How soon does she need to head out?"
"The Corporal doesn't take this long." The pilot stared out the window with a concerned look. "Must be the good Director. In comparison to you Humanoids, the rest of us don't walk very fast. A jog to you is a sprint to us."
"Want me to see how Try'fad is doing?" Amandaline put the switch back into its original place before she started playing with it.
"To see if you Humanoids are too fast, if you please." The pilot nodded.
Amandaline eagerly dashed out of the room, confirming what the pilot had mentioned about them before. The pilot and Meekoo flinched from the apparent sudden speed Amandaline seemed to have hidden moments prior. They expected it, for certain, but it would never fail to surprise them, coughing slightly from the sudden shift in the air currents being disrupted, before it quickly stabilized.
"Meekoo, you have made one of the greatest friends." The pilot laughed.
"So did you." Meekoo chittered in delight. "You're an amazing pilot, imagine how Amandaline will be in your place when you need to rest."
"You believe so?" She perked up, "But you are going to be the next best pilot."
"Yeah, but Amandaline has the fastest reaction time I've ever seen. Even in your simulation play while teaching her how to activate this ship." Meekoo tilted her head. "Amandaline is the best candidate."
"Meekoo, we need as many pilot's as we can." She softly smiled, endearing. "You know that. Who knows, you might be separated from us on your own. Or other species might need a great pilot to assess the situation. I know it's very daunting, but it never hurts to be prepared. That is why we have flight classes for everyone in their free time."
Meekoo thought about it after a moment, before smiling again, which was what the pilot was looking for.
"Thank you, Godmother." Meekoo swayed in content. "Does this mean I finally get to know your real name?"
"Another time, Meekoo." The pilot laughed. "Calling me Godmother is good enough."
The pilot wondered why the Gaoian had taken such an extensive liking to an old woman like her. The pilot wondered if it was due to the lack of connection to the Gaoian's culture? She didn't know as of yet, going back to make one last look over the controls before a sprinting Vzk'tk director and a sudden following Rrrrtktktkp'ch boarded. She was taken aback, perking up as she ran her hands over her ears to calm her nerves. She watched them pass by her door, followed by the laughing only-son of Try'fad, and his friend, Amandaline. She wondered what in the void the young Human did to warrant such a terrifying event by small species standards. She didn't have time to ask as soon as Sally and Slink boarded, and prepared for takeoff.
"Amandaline!" Meekoo chittered slightly, wondering why her Rrrrtktktkp'ch godfather was following. "What is going on?"
The pilot listened intently, her ear perking up slightly as she wanted to know why a Rrrrtktktkp'ch was following all of the sudden.
"I made the scary sound that both older Vizk-teks and Rick-a-tchick-chicks hate." Amandaline shrugged. "I didn't know he was with her."
"And what sound would that be?" Meekoo wondered, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.
The pilot gave her full attention to them as the ship was in autopilot after cloaking. She still wanted to know why there was suddenly a full crew when she expected just the Humans, Meekoo, and Director Try'fad and her son.
"The sound of a Hunter!" The Rrrrtktktkp'ch who was known to have a sudden interest in Director Try'fad interjected before Amandaline could explain.
"I thought Hunters don't make many sounds?" Meekoo asked, confused.
"I made the sound of a Lynx, a dangerously cute feline species on my planet." Amandaline swayed slightly, subtly proud of her imitation. "Director Try'fad and he were taking too long for their departure, so I decided to scare them. I didn't know he was going to run with her."
"Well, at least the Rrrrtktktkp'ch I never knew the name of could finally break the unrequited love streak." The pilot added to the conversation. "I've always been listening to how much he had admired Director Try'fad from afar."
"You-you were actually paying attention?" The Rrrrtktktkp'ch stiffened, the fur on his neck and back visibly standing on end.
Try'fad gave her equivalent to a smile to the admirer she had always known, then whinnied in laughter at his reaction. It was about time, after all. She assured him that she loved him just as much if not more by gently nudging him to not worry.
"You two seem to have everything covered from here." The pilot nodded. "Now, to make sure everyone knows, what is the plan when we reach Gao?"
"I get in my cloak!" Amandaline flapped the loose ends of the cloak she was wearing, twirling proudly. "Great Aunt Sally had been teaching me to speak Cortian!"
"Good." The pilot looks to Meekoo, "And you?"
"How will I talk to my people?" Meekoo was clearly worried, forgetting that she knows a few words to tell them that she doesn't understand her own people. "I just know they're going to be offended that I don't naturally know my own language."
"We can figure that out." Sally smiled softly. "Though before we reach your planet, we have to meet with Ruffell, he still knows a handful of Gao since he was old enough to remember to speak it. He's in a location where it seems very desolate, I think we have friends where he is. I didn't bring this up because I know you'd be in a slump if you asked again. Ruffell is also a lost child as much as you are, after all."
"We're going to find Ruffell!" Meekoo perked up, excited to see him again. "How soon?"
"In just about a day, it isn't that far away from the station you grew up in." Sally beamed.
"Now that we all know our roles, I assume we can move on." The pilot went to her quarters. "The ship is on autopilot, Corporal Sally, Meekoo, and Amandaline know how to fly if need be. I must take my rest."
"Goodnight!" Amandaline bounced as she studied the controls again, testing herself in memory while Meekoo and Sally observed.
Due to the fact that they've been taking many precautions, they had smooth flying in their positions. Amandaline took a nap after testing her memory with the controls in the meantime, while Meekoo and Sally were accompanying the others. A few small alerts only ever popped up when there was a cargo or pirate ship nearby, but otherwise nothing came of them.
The only other thing that they needed was to hail for Ruffell, and his acquaintances, so that they could pick him up with his ship. Sally knew her parents were on board, and that Kotake and Edward were with them. It didn't take long to find them with the short pings, as the Corti pilot was more than an expert at locating them, which made Dr. Carizen very suspicious of the pilot, if she knew of his ship long before.
The reunion wasn't anything they had expected of the Humanoids, Amandaline having made a full dart towards Kotake upon first glance. She became reclusive after setting her sights on her great grandfathers, however, hiding her face in the crook of Kotake's neck as expected of a child who didn't know her great grandfathers were still alive, having been told that they usually passed by the time they reached their age. She didn't know how to act after the Human fact.
"Ah, after knowing about Human things for so long, she doesn't understand our non-human origins." Patya placed a hand on a dejected Anton, whose open arms faltered from not having met the younger grandchildren. "She is old enough to know, however. Why wasn't she told, I will never know."
"Well, there was the fact that we thought you three died." Kotake shrugged as she held onto Amandaline, who was listening to the conversation closely. "And we thought your apparent immortality was never real."
"I thought it was some stab at Christianity." Zeke looked up, jealous that Amandaline got to hug Kotake first.
Sally gave the eye to Zeke as she didn't know the tiny boy followed, mad that he could have gotten hurt in some way. Zeke ignored her and talked to his Aunt Kotake.
"Now where'd you learn that?" Kotake fought back a smile.
"My atheist teacher always tells us that education and religion should stay separate." Zeke shrugged. "And anything Christians say should be met with no reaction since a reaction is what they want."
"Zeke, you're only– what, eight?"
"Five."
"Blessed be the void, since when did they teach anything but the basics in Kindergarten?" Kotake set Amandaline down after a moment of disbelief. "Anyway– yes, religion should definitely stay separate from education. Then you can decide whether or not you should hold on to it when you're learning more."
"Seems to me that the Corti genetics are getting active sooner." Patya noted with Dr. Carizen.
"We do learn plenty more by that age." Dr. Carizen nodded.
"How much do Humans usually learn?" Meekoo asked in a whisper to her Mama Sally.
"Not a lot, your younger brothers were the same as Amandaline and Zeke when they were growing up." Sally whispered back and shrugged. "We had to act dumb to make the other young Humans happy."
"Now, I know you missed me very much, but I have your dad to find." Kotake gently pushed the two not very eager kids to Anton. "I'm very close to finding him. And if you want him back sooner, you're going to have to wait with your great grandfathers!"
"Where is dad, anyway?" Amandaline hesitated to take Anton's hand, looking to her aunt as she asked.
"He was taken by pirates in the midst of a business deal." Kotake sighed, partly in relief that Amandaline didn't run away. "Now, I think I might know where he is, but… it's just a theory, the person who picked up an illegal item spoke through their pilot. And if this person was him, then he had a very important job to do. I don't know if he has an explosive collar or whatever, because he didn't show himself– but that pilot was very lenient…"
"All things to consider while you go on and find him." Anton gently pats her shoulder. "The first lead is to find the ship that had docked here first when you were active."
"Thanks, Grampop." Kotake grabbed his hand to put it on the side of her head. She noticed she did that a lot more often, even more than when she was visiting her own parents.
Neither of them complained about Kotake's gesture, which did help Amandaline and Zeke to trust Anton. Their calm was interrupted as both Edward and Mr. Arkwright made their presence known to follow Kotake on their quest to find Paul.
"Who are they?" Zeke asked, standing in front of Amandaline, as she tried to get him behind her.
"That's just your Uncle Eddie." Kotake cleared her throat a moment and took a step back as she laid her eyes on a curious Arkwright, who had a subtle blush. "And we have a new friend, his name is Mr. Arkwright. Do you kids remember how to respect a stranger when they're not going to do anything bad?"
"Hello Mr. Arkwright." Amandaline giggled, taking immediate notice as Kotake and him stared at each other for a moment too long.
"Hello, Mr. Arkwright." Zeke echoed as he was nonverbally informed to stand down, nudging Amandaline as a child would when annoyed of being constantly pat on the shoulder.
"Children." Mr. Arkwright couldn't help but to smile, bowing slightly in greeting.
"There isn't much to do up here except to draw or play with the ugly color cubes they have here." Edward informed them.
"Do you know Mr. Ar-eck-right?" Meekoo whispered to Sally.
"No, I've never even seen him around in space, and usually a Human that is bulky is hard to miss in the high traffic areas." Sally whispered back, then giving Kotake a smug smile as she immediately knew that they liked him.
"Well, we better get to tracking those pirates." Kotake snapped from her thoughts and gave Sally a playful glare, turning to Amandaline and Zeke and hugging them. "We won't be long. Two weeks, at most. I'm sorry to not be here when I haven't seen either of you in a long time."
"It's okay." Amandaline gave a pretty smile, "It's rare that you give people that stare, after all."
Kotake went beet red, "Now where did you learn to tease me with that?"
"It's not that hard to notice." Amandaline giggled.
"You're only ten–"
"Twelve." Amandaline corrected.
"Eleven." Zeke gave a strange look to Amandaline.
"Zeke is six, and you're three years older than he is." Kotake mended, thinking about it for a moment. "It's not good to lie about your age."
"I know, but I only do it for fun events, not anything else." Amandaline beamed.
Kotake gave a critical eye, before breaking into a smile. Not that far off from what she and Paul used to do growing up. She gave Amandaline a gentle pat on her head before she had to leave with Mr. Arkwright and Edward.
"Alright, you two." Kotake stood tall, "Like I said before, if you want to see your dad sooner, I better get back to tracking him down."
"We'll be okay." Amandaline puts on a smile.
Kotake nodded, smiling as she made her way to her partners in travel. They had a lead to follow, making their way to the lent ship from Tanon, or Anton as they knew, and prepared to depart.
It was yet another small family reunion as Ruffell returned to the main docking bay, finally hugging his sister in what felt like eternity. He hugged Sally as hard as he could, testing his strength before he was picked up by a slightly excited Sally. She was glad Ruffell was safe.
"Mama Sally!" Ruffell chittered in laughter, trying not to let his claws out instinctively as he was aware that it was play. "Claws! Claws! I'm glad to see you, too!"
"I just can't believe you grew up so fast!" Sally giggled, setting Ruffell down. "How are you?"
"Still alive!" Ruffell says proudly, "And I just got done upgrading my ship! And I just got started on trying to learn Locayl language with Sergeant Rook!"
"Wow!" Sally jumped in place excitedly, "You really are learning fast! How far along are you?"
"Good even, Mother Sally, how is Directory Try'fad? You leave stationary at in bubbles?" Ruffell says carefully, but as he was on par with a child, some words were said incorrectly. "Ah, some words might not be the words I was asking. I'm still learning!"
"And such impressive progress." Rook says proudly after smacking another Locayl, who was about to sneer at the Gaoian, before facing them. "We can pick up practice tomorrow. I can also compile multiple tests with Captain Nokam for when you are not here. Keep up the good work."
"Thank you absolutely a lot!" Ruffell says proudly, which didn't translate as he intended. It was a long stretch before the translators could have him speak Locayl language properly.
Meekoo stared at her brother in a natural competitive nature, jaw dropping as she wanted to start learning as well. Her ears perked up when she glanced at Rook.
"Can I learn your language, too?" Meekoo asked Rook. "My name is Meekoo!"
"Why, certainly." Rook felt happy to continue teaching, "I can compile your learning formats, as it seems you won't be staying here for long."
"Mama Sally, how soon do we leave for Gao?" Meekoo looked at Sally, wondering.
"We have a while before we depart, which should be enough time for you to receive your basics from him." Sally thought about it.
Anton was definitely going to tag along with Sally and her crew, but they were hardly ready to depart as they were trying to coax Marc into a different shirt, at least one that didn't smell of body odor, after his cleanup. It was still a work in progress to get Marc functional enough again.
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Strange Incidents and a Human [Chapter 23]
Hello everyone, I'm uploading every chapter today or within the next few days. I've heard a lot of things, which might be questionable but one can never be too sure to trust Google to hold your stories without a catch. So, what I plan on doing as of this moment, is to upload every chapter. The rest of the story proceeding forward will be written by hardly drafting it, other than keeping the updated chapters in drafts. Anyway, without further ado, the next long awaited chapter!
"By the stars, Lu'P'ann." The Allebenellin pilot was in a particularly hard match with the Turkish Draughts; Paul decided to play. "You weren't kidding about your skills in the zone for this."
"Aw, and I thought you were catching on very easily." Paul smiled genuinely. "This is the first I've ever encountered anyone in my direct vicinity willing to play, especially one to the degree even tougher than a computer program."
The pilot laughed. "Whatever you say, I call."
"Another tally for the deathworld!" Paul stretched with a prideful smile. "So, another round or do we not have the time?"
The pilot looked at the course. "We are just in range, and are preparing for landing procedures."
"I'll get into my disguise." Paul shot up quickly and went to find his cloak.
Meanwhile, the people on The Retribution prepared for the visitor's arrival, the grandfathers and Mr. Arkwright left for their quarters while Kotake got her disguise back on.
"Trading power back to Dr. Car." Kotake said as she tapped a few things on her own data pad, before hiding it under her sleeve. She slipped her hood back on. "Ship will dock in twenty Human minutes."
"Noted." Dr. Carizen said after he looked off to convert the time frame into the minutes he knew.
Kotake's fake Corti mask wasn't ready in time, so she couldn't stop thinking of the extra details she needed to do before it was actually ready.
"Guards, keep your distance, we can't assume that this Allebenellin doesn't know how to fight with his suit." Nokam advised as the other two came to her side. "And we do not know what this Lu'P'ann is."
"Probably another fake Corti?" Kotake wondered as she observed the ship outside the viewport. "Like me, but isn't related in some way to me."
"Most likely, so prepare to handle a Human." Nokam nodded.
They went quiet and professional as soon as the ship was ready to introduce the visitors to their mega ship. They closely observed the hooded figure approach with the Allebenellin behind her.
"Welcome, Lu'P'ann." Dr. Carizen bowed slightly as he observed the hodded figure approach. "And guest."
"She cannot talk as of this moment." The Allebenellin shook his head after Lu'P'ann didn't speak up. "So she will be talking through me."
Kotake could tell that they were already suspicious of each other. She observed the other apparent female across from them, while not breaking character.
"That is alright with me." Dr. Carizen then looked at Nokam, "The bacteria?"
"Contained." Nokam says pridefully.
Kotake whispered to Nokam, "She knows who we are. How well are you and Car known?"
"Not that well known, we are anonymous." Nokam whispered back after Dr. Carizen took the bacteria. "Assumed to be just pawns."
Kotake watched the other apparent female watch her talking to Nokam. Kotake quickly went back to idle as did Nokam. Kotake could tell that she was just as suspicious. Kotake watched the other talk to her pilot.
"She says, "nice to see my old crew as bitchy as ever?" When did you mention that this was your old crew?" The pilot eyed his companion in question.
The mysterious female just giggled. It was hard to tell the true gender as most Corti vocal tones and pitches were nearly hard to distinguish. Heck, Kotake on a few moments confused Dr. Car and Nokam. Which brought Kotake to an all time high in suspicion.
The two just left. Kotake tuned to the others as soon as they entered their ship, their airlock giving Kotake permission to talk to the others.
"How long ago did you have another female on your crew?" Kotake finally asked.
"We didn't, our last female was you, as crew." Nokam bit her knuckle in thought.
"Well, apparently you had another female aboard long before me." Kotake pulled off her hood as soon as the ship outside left in warp.
"We did not." Dr. Carizen scowled at the audacity of the other party. "We do not even know who that one is. She is too tall and bulky, just like you are."
Kotake huffed, too suspicious for any loose ends that would bring down the old gray man before her.
"I'm going to ask my grandfathers to make sure." Kotake made her way to the quarters. "Instinctively, I do not trust either of you."
Nokam and Dr. Carizen could understand. They observed the angered deathworlder storm off.
"Grampop!" Kotake called out, "Grampop! I need to ask you something!"
"Over here." Anton gladly approached, despite feeling that she was still mad at him. "What is it? What happened?"
"Did we have another female Corti on board?" Kotake asked, clearly worried about the consequences of their hospital coming under fire for any reason. "Dr. Car and Nokam said I was the only recent female in general, but you know the Human half doesn't trust them."
"We did not." Anton thought about it. "We only had a few female Corti pilots in recent history, but they were Divergents."
"The grays experience neurodivergence?" Kotake asked, confused after having heard that they had a strict program. "I thought they said their genes are perfect for their species."
"They are perfect for their species, but these Divergents are not neurodivergent." Anton gladly explained. "They are the reason our bloodline exists."
"If they're part of the people who want to wipe them out, how were they able to keep us a secret?" Kotake scowled in thought.
"Some Divergents don't know about us." Anton assured her. "This is strictly known as a conspiracy, but your bloodline is true."
"But that still doesn't answer my initial question."
"The same as our existence, the divergency is a conspiracy." Anton shrugged. "They are often seen as psychopaths or sociopaths."
Kotake thought about it for a moment, then nodded in understanding. "Thanks, Grampop. There was this buff Corti in a cloak like mine that set me off."
"Another Human?" Anton wondered.
"That's what we're wondering, too." Kotake nodded, "Unless we have proof, we don't know if it was actually Human or an actual Corti with gigantism. Or some leaner structure."
"I do recall meeting a few with a leaner structure in hiding." Anton understood. "Since their scarcity, most of them were unharmed."
"Well, either way…" Kotake looked back to where she left the two Corti, feeling bad for not trusting them. Though it could hardly be blamed since she had been taught to not like them from when she was just a toddler.
Anton just observed her, waiting for her to finish her thought process, before realizing she lost her train of thought.
"Well, Captain Akotek, I am going to spend the evening with Mr. Arkwright on how much he knows about space technology." Anton cleared his throat. "It is the least I could do for reprimanding him wrongfully. And it would be nice to find another old man from my era."
"Alright, but don't steal him from me." Kotake laughed, "Captain gets the lion's share."
"You will be assured that he is not my type." Anton rolled his eyes with a grin. "Have a good evening, Kota."
Kotake watched him leave, before turning to dread reapproaching the Corti. All that buildup of distrust really left lead in her shoes, making her feel awkward about earlier. She forced herself to approach them, however, despite her inner pride being destroyed.
After letting them know it was ingrained speciesm, and how much they looked like the gray she shouldn't trust, the situation had passed. The two forgave her, but Dr. Carizen still felt a bit sour since he had done so much to build the trust after initially trying to run illegal twin experiments on her.
"So, which one of you want to help me with my piloting skills in the event I have to fly to the problems?" Kotake looked at either of them, wondering.
"I will help you." Nokam eagerly said, lighting up at the prospect. "I used to be a pilot long before I met Dr. Carizen."
Dr. Carisen stared at her, nonplussed but surprised at the same time. He said, "One of these days you are going to explain to me of everything you were before you met me officially."
"The time isn't right, Dr. Carizen." Nokam pets him, "Have patience."
Dr. Craizen shrugged, dismissing the topic, "Well, I hope you two enjoy being off-ship for your practice."
Dr. Carizen then left. Kotake wondered if it was an insult, since she had learned so much of Corti sass and sarcasm from her family's ramblings about them. She dismissed it, seeing Nokam motioning her to follow towards the area that held the ships.
In the meantime, Dr. Carizen checked in on the Humans formerly harmed by their situations. He was learning and was informed about "play therapy" and the interesting psychology of how Humans express things in certain ways. He didn't interfere, as he was still the equivalent to a student as Captain Akotek was the one leading the investigations of what was still getting to Edward and Mr. Arkwright.
Dr. Carizen felt fortunate that he kept hidden instead of instinctively wanting to be at the top. He observed the two Humans interacting, as Edward had developed a special interest in the former straggler. Mr. Arkwright was patient with him, fortunately for everyone, though that could be due to his former job long before he was forced into space. Dr. Carizen looked for one of the male Humans for some assistance on how to assess the situation as the two peacefully interacted.
"Ah, Marcus." Dr. Carizen waved for the crazy-ish man's attention. "Do you know some Human psychology? I am studying it, and I need some assurance of some speculations."
"Yeah, what do you need?" Marc approached him. He patted down his newly tailored shirt in habit as he approached the small man.
"The way Edward interacts with Mr. Arkwright." Dr. Carizen nodded to the two Humans in question. "Is the younger one displaying a familial bond with him?"
Marc looked to where he was pointing. "Oh, yeah. Eddie didn't have a good dad when he was stuck with his mom. None of us knows who his dad was. And we always know who got with who."
"I see." Dr. Carizen nodded, glad for the confirmation. "Thank you."
"Mr. Arkwright is displaying that he's still in service." Marc continued.
"Elaborate?" Dr. Carizen observed the older man.
"Look at his posture, that's how people in service stand-- or in his case, sit." Marc scratched the side of his head in wonder. "Even if he isn't working anymore, he still holds his standard of profession."
"Interesting." Dr. Carizen noted. He knew some species who experienced being out of place in the same situation. "So, that means he still had not accepted that he is no longer required to do his old job."
"Exactly." Marc crossed his arms, concerned. "The good Captain who is my grandchild tried to get him out of his shell, which sometimes work, but Arkwright keeps going back."
"The same with Edward, I assume." Dr. Carizen observed.
"Yep." Marc went quiet. He went into thought about how Edward acted as soon as he was introduced to space. He was happy, but he couldn't understand why he couldn't go home.
"This had been very enlightening." Dr. Carizen broke the silence after further observations. "Thank you again, Marcus."
"Hm? Oh, no problem." Marc shot a glance at the good doctor before wondering what he was originally going to do before he hailed for his input. "What was I going to do-- oh, Patya."
Dr. Carizen observed as the crazy-ish man left to look for the other man in question. He went back to observing the two Humans of interest.
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What about Graves with a breeding kink or if reader is pregnant? I know you don't rlly write for him a lot, but I love when you do.
Idk if you'll feel like answering this, but ily and ur fics regardless 🫶
Graves w/ a Breeding Kink
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Breeding Kink, Possessive Graves, Housewifery, Pet Names,Profanity, Fem! Reader.
He lusts for the American dream; the very foundations upon which he continues his existence. To have – to create – a family. And he can think of nobody better to achieve that dream with than you.
He’s on top of you, arms either side of your head, gasping, panting, bent over you and exerting every inch of himself as if you were crafted of some divine substance with tools far beyond human comprehension.
He’s been at it for hours now. You see it in the way his hair sticks together, slicked with sweat as it drips down his face, hear it in the thick, wet sound of his cock slipping back into you with every thrust of his hips, feel it in the growing ache in your abdomen as he fills you again, letting out a strangled, short-breathed moan as your body squeezes around him. He doesn’t let up, though.
He pushes through, gripping you by your hips and pulling you closer onto him. You gasp, back arching as he hits a spot deeper within you. An area he’d been abusing all night,
“B’such a good little mommy for me,” he whispers into your hair, just above your ear. He presses a lopsided kiss there, lip wet from the many times he’s drawn it into his mouth with his teeth.
“Y’want that, Sweetness?” he pants, looking into your eyes with his half-lidded pair. “Want me to–” – he grunts – “want me t’make you mine from the inside out?”
You can’t get the words out fast enough; garbled and twisted, they come out tangled and in knots, as if tripping over each other to reach a unified ‘yes’. With the little energy you have left, you nod with all the enthusiasm your half-gone mind can conjure. Graves smiles, giving a brief, airy laugh. “Knew I’d made the right choice pickin’ you. Knew you’d make a good housewife for me someday,”
You clench. Graves gasps. He brings warm lips to yours as if to press his love there, as if you are to now impart upon him that which he has longed for for years unnumbered; a family.
He angles deeper, presses his throbbing, pulsating instrument into the most inconspicuous part of you that has you arching your back and letting out an almost-scream. Your knees press into the sides of Graves’ waist, tightening around him just as your cunt did. He yells, uses every ounce of his strength to not collapse on top of you, the tip of his nose against yours. Something in him tightens, snaps, and he floods you for the umpteenth time, pressing himself deeper, making sure his seed takes.
Not that you can see for your eyes being screwed shut, but Graves gazes upon you as you bask in the afterglow of his labour, feeling a smile creeping up onto his cheeks as he takes in your every feature. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen them, in one form or another, he never stops being fascinated – enamoured – by them. By you.
When you come down, come to, you give Phillip a smile he knows all too well – one that preludes your telling him you’re ready for bed. He all but pounces on you as you turn onto your side, taking you by the wrists and pressing them into the pillow beneath you. A dark glimmer passes through his eye, and he gives you a hazy, slithering smirk, followed by his southern drawl.
“Oh no, Princess,” he says, taking your chin between his fingers.
“We’re not done ‘til I say we’re done.”
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