"Colonel Osman, I'll remember it, thank you. While I can not assure your life, I will at least ensure you are not tortured." Vizelle replied, momentarily smiling to herself.
Elena smiled presently. "That is a wonderful idea, Admiral." She walked to the communications and initiated a fleet-wide comms and started a speech, delivering her best, trying to inspire the men. Members of the crusade. I congratulate you once again on the first victory. The prelude, to surely a successful campaign, nay, war. But soon, we will enter yet another battle. This time, we will come to the aid of the XVth fleet, and together we will crush the invaders. This is a turning point. They have killed, enough of our comrades. It's time to strike back... with Vengeance! Crusaders! Ready yourselves! Before us awaits a battle worth winning! With that, she finished the speech.
'Who are the other agents? You obviously didn't establish that alien nest and load them into creates all on your own,' Xavier said, 'And, Sidonis Industries, you know that company?'
Spoiler: Diplomacy Roll D100: 75+15 (Diplomacy Skill)=90 (Crit) There's a cheer on the bridge at the end of Elena's speech, which the priestess knows will be shared throughout the fleet. Her long years of commanding men tell her that the extra motivation will not go amiss. As Elena prepares to rest and ready herself for the coming battle, a nun approaches her, on the younger side, but still a devout member of the order. "Sister Superior, you wanted someone to entertain the admiral, correct? Since we have a few hours until the battle starts, shall I go see him? I believe he may work more effectively if I relieve his stress." After Elena gives her answer, she's free to rest for a little bit. After several more hours, she hears the intercom turn on, and Thrax's voice sound out. "Ma'am? It's time." Looking out the window, she sees the great gas giant, Ietra VI, in the distance.
"No, I didn't." She shakes her head. "I wasn't in charge of getting the aliens on this planet, just in charge of getting them on board your fleet. As far as I know, they were already packed into crates, ready for transport." Iona nods. "Yes, I looked up Sidonis on a whim. They're an ancient technology company, as in, so old that they were around on Terra before it became a wasteland. I have no idea why ancient tech was given to me, but they arrived in my dead drop, so I used them."
“Ooohhh...” Eanne let out a moan of pleasure “Yes, I see that you are skilled in more than just commanding soldiers...” Her hand slipped inside Amara's panties, rubbing, teasing and pinching the officer's clit for a bit before moving lower and forcing two fingers inside her wet snatch. Eanne's other hand continued to play with Amara's breasts, switching to the other one and squeezing it.
'And of course you have no idea who set up that operation?' Xavier asked, 'And why did you install that Sidonis camera in the colonel's home office? Broadcasting yourself killing him seems a tad counterproductive and odd. Why make him watch something imbued with psyonics before slitting his throat?'
"Hmm." She grins, before pushing Eanne away. "I think you're used to having women please you, right?" She sits on the bed. "Time for you to get used to taking orders." She takes hold of Eanne and pulls her to her knees. "Time for you to get to work." Amara spreads her legs wide.
"No, I don't." She shakes her head. "To be honest, I'm not even sure it was us who got them here. I think we just used them." She grunts. "As for the cameras, I only put those in place after the deed. They were meant for you, not for me." Iona looks discomfited. "As for the video...That damned video..." She begins to shake, teeth clattering loudly. "T-That.... Gods..." She spasms.
"Oh? What is it, what was that video?" Vizelle pipped up, extremely curious about the psionic embedded data.
“Certainly, my lady.” Eanne smirked, not objecting to Amara taking control for the moment. Moving her face forward she placed a kiss on the officer's nether lips, then reached with her tongue and started eating her out while testing to see what resulted in the best reactions. Meanwhile her hands moved to Amara's thighs and started rubbing them.
Elena regarded her for a moment, frowning... much, depended on it. Slowly, she nodded her head. "Do so. Entertain him with song, discussion, game, poetry, give him a massage, dance... or even just pure him a tea. You can try giving him pleasures of flesh... only when you are sure he will not react badly to it, not reject you. Do NOT push him. Should you fail, your punishment will be severe." She waved her hand, motioning the woman to leave. After several hours, she joined the Admiral on the bridge. She was here, just as an observer. This was Admiral's show. Elena turned to him, trying to see, how successful her sister was, in entertaining the man. "You seemed tense, so I have sent one of my underlings to entertain you, Admiral Thrax. I hope, she was no trouble?" She inquired.
"I-... I don't know... It hurts!" She screams, scratching at her scalp. "Don't make me... Don't...AHHHH!" She's hyperventilating by now.
"Mmmh, good girl. You like being on your knees, don't you?" The captain chuckles, sliding her hand through Eanne's hair, before moaning as Eanne begins to discover her sweet spots.
Not knowing exactly what was going on, Xavier looked to Vizelle, distress in his face, 'Help her! There's some thing wrong here.' He rushed forward and grabbed Iona's head, 'Deep breaths, look at me, Iona. Don't think about it. Think about something else! Anything!'
Eanne did not answer, busy with what she was doing. Her hands moved under Amara and grabbed her ass cheeks, then pulled her forward, to the edge of the bed. At the same time Eanne's tongue forced its way as deep inside Amara's wet pussy as it could reach.
"What?" Vizelle was shocked to see her reaction, but that shock quickly turns into curiosity. Which caused her to use her telepathy to calm Iona down, as well as take a peek at what she's trying to hide.
The young nun nods. "Yes, sister superior." She heads off. Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: (Crit...Again...ugh...) "Trouble?" Thrax laughs. "That girl is an angel... She's Pardon me, I don't mean to blaspheme. Um, yes, we had a great time. She's very sweet, and her massage skills are top notch, she worked away knots and tenseness I've had for decades. I've had far, far worse company before a fight." He smiles. His smile goes away as the fleet approaches the planet, however. "All hands, this is Admiral Thrax. Battle stations." The bridge crew hastily gets into position, and none too soon. Alarms begin to go off, as blips appear on sensors, before Elena sees them, a massive fleet of enemy ships coming out from behind the planet. Elena idly tries to count, but loses count at 60. Looking at the types of ships, they vary in size, designation and aesthetics, some being professional military ships, some repurposed civilian craft, and many being obvious pirate or mercenary ships. At the head of the fleet is a kilometer long dreadnought, a behemoth with a massive main gun. There's no grace or intelligence in the enemy's plan. They have more than twice the numbers of Elena's fleet, and they intend to use them, drowning the thirty odd ships of Elena's group in a tide of oncoming fire. As Thrax outlines his strategy, what he calls a bull horn maneuver, a communications officer approaches Elena. "Ma'am, the admiral of the enemy fleet is asking to talk to you." Outside, the enemy fleet continues their approach.
"Just so you don't have any unreasonable expectations," Hersillia says, "My way of thinking is still a bit... non-standard amongst the nobility but it certainly has a lot of room for expansion. Until then." With that, she departs to prepare for her return to the homeworld and to let her darling boy know of her results and her recommendations for going forward with the situation.
