"My, my. You two are getting on like an enemy warship on fire." Looking up, Eanne sees Amara approach, clothes back to normal.
Xavier grabbed a spare rifle and returned to the tunnel. He looked at the sorceress and the marines, 'Are you alright? Reinforcements are on the way.'
Looking through the records, Elena sees that Thrax is technically married, but a trip to some military forums reveals that they're estranged. His wife got sick of the way he spent years away from her on campaign, and became the mistress of a noble. Any of Elena's acolytes would be more than willing to take the task. With that done, the priestess falls asleep. Several hours later, the noise of a crash wakes her up, as well as a momentary shaking of the ship's hull. Her eyes fly open, and she sees that she's alone in her room, but it's not long before she hears an alarm.
"Yes, everything is fine. Sadly, they have managed to build a next right within our capital." Vizelle said in a grim tone, leaving the strange source of psionic energy to herself.
“Hello, lady Amara, so nice of you to join us. How are you? Everything alright?” Eanne asked politely and observed Amara's reaction. Seeing the older sibling approach reminded her that her panties were still wet with her arousal. She was looking forward to finishing what Amara and her had been doing – but not if it meant cutting short her time with Sitra. Friends were more important than a one-night stand, even if it was with someone as hot as Amara.
'Perhaps we should just block the exits and send in a drone with a bomb?' Xavier asked, 'I doubt the nest itself could give us any information on who is behind all this.'
"A fine plan, Admiral. But what of the consequences? We don't know how these things reproduce, and worse yet. What would the people think? How would the masses react to the emperor's army bombing the capital?" Vizelle said with a smile, "Much as I'd like to go the easy route. We need to ensure the emperor's image remains untarnished."
Xavier chuckled, 'I'm sure the people would understand the necessity for a little fireworks if presented with one of these alien corpses.' 'You want to enter the nest personally?' Xavier asked, looking slightly concerned for her well-being, 'I'm not sure that is the wisest course of action.'
Amara sits down across from Eanne, filling a glass. "So far." She nods. Sitra smiles at her sister, before going back to talking with Eanne. Soon, a bell rings to indicate that dinner is about to be served, and Chernobog approaches. As some appetisers are placed in front of Eanne, she feels a foot touching hers beneath the table.
"Ah, letting the public know of these things is one of the worse case scenarios. How would they react to the empror "letting" these dangerous aliens into the capital? His enemies would have a wonderful time reminding everyone of that fact." Vizelle replied, "And yes, the way I see it, exterminating these things should be a priority. If we send some squads into every tunnel, they'll be cornered quite easily."
Eanne chose to ignore the foot for now, waiting to see how far it would go. In the mean time she continued chatting with Sitra, and occasionally Amara and the Duke.
'I care little for politics,' Xavier said, 'If you want to do this manually, fine. I suppose you can tell them where the other entrances are?' @Tjf He looked to one of his marines, 'Head back to the shuttle and direct the reinforcements down here and to the other tunnel exits.' While things were quiet, Xavier kneeled down to one of the alien corpses and analysed it with his ocular augment.
Sitra is animated and gregarious, while Duke Chernobog is his usual mix of slimy/charming, the three of them talking throughout their meal, while Amara is more laconic. As the meal progresses, Eanne feels the foot rise, moving up her calf, and raising her skirt with it, before sliding along her thigh, and finally pressing its toes against Eanne's panty clad entrance.
@Tjf "How noble. But if news of this does spread. Think of the panic, the paranoia it would spread." Vizelle replied, sending a telepathic map to the marines... along with changing their loyalties to her. "Now then, will you be joining me, Admiral?" She asked with a smile.
The marine radios back several minutes later, stating that planetary defence forces, including incinerator squads, are in position. Spoiler: Analysis Roll D100: 72+15 (Bionic Eye)=87 Looking at the felled alien, Xavier spots several decorations and even mechanical augmentations that speak to advanced intelligence. However, the way they came at Vizelle and the marines makes them seem like mere animals, in its brutishness. He even notices laser weaponry attached to the limbs, which went unused.
Eanne waited for a moment when the Duke and Sitra were focused on each other, then took a quick discreet look down at the foot, trying to confirm it was Amara's, before turning her attention back to the conversation. She did not try to stop what it was doing, though – at least not yet.
Spoiler: Telepathic Roll D100: 28+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=43 (Fail) Vizelle manages to send the map to each of the marines, but as she tries to affect their loyalties, already a difficult task with multiple victims, the presence of the artifact brings back memories of how she felt earlier, under the sphere's influence, and the recollection of pleasure throws her off. Sadly, the soldiers remain loyal to Xavier.
'These aliens were altered with cybernetics, even some laser weapons,' Xavier said, as he looked at the corpse, 'Whoever is behind this invested a lot of money in this project.' 'You are enjoying this, aren't you?' Xavier looked at the sorceress, 'Well, after you, Vizelle.' He looked to his men, 'Secure our escape route, in case things go south.'
Looking down, she sees her suspicion confirmed, even more so when she looks up and sees the woman subtly smirking. She continues to tease Eanne, suprisingly skilled with her feet. "-Don't you think so, Eanne?" The noble realises that she had blanked out and not noticed what Sitra was saying, the pleasure distracting her.
“I'm sorry, the wine must be starting to get to me, because I got distracted for a moment. Could you repeat that, please?” Eanne gave Sitra an apologetic look and shifted her body slightly, seemingly to better look at Sitra but in fact pulling back a little so that Amara's toes could no longer reach her panty-clad pussy. Then her legs closed, trapping Amara's foot before it could pull back.
