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Chapter 10 Revelations
"Khore... What's going on?!" Bransen asked almost angrily.
"Okay... let' s slow this down a little." I sat on the couch pulling him on top of me. I didn't have the bulk or size of body he did to press him into myself as I flopped into the couch. I cradled him the best I could as I rested my head against his in the nape of his neck and wrapped my arms around him.
"I was feeling a bit out of sorts yesterday not that you couldn't tell. I needed a moment to slow down and a place away from the chaos. I've watched time and the Thorens destroy everyone and everything around me as I watched like some kind spectator. I know you know what I'm talking about. You've seen more death than most."
"I'm from a simple place. I haven't existed in battle for centuries like you have. I never lived on the edge. My most stressful moments were a furtive glance or avoiding a disapproving eye. Then I woke up and had my entire life ripped from me in a matter of minutes. I had been so careful over time to make sure my soul wasn't stretched too thin, but like usual I screwed up."
"A few hours later I opened my eyes and I was someone I didn't know. I like this new person I have become, but I think it's going to be a little while yet before I'm comfortable with myself. If that makes any sense..."
"I think... for once... I'm going to be one of the happy people." as a smile crossed my lips. To be honest, the prospect terrified me. I didn't have the best track record.
"I guess I'm just scared. I've never had this much to lose before." I gave him another squeeze. "Now get off me ya whale... my legs are going numb!"
"HEY!" he twisted in my lap giving my sides and stomach sharp jabs causing me to contort and twist under his weight!
"OK OK!!!" I coughed out in laughing hysterics "You're not a whale! YOU'RE NOT A WHALE!"
"Alright then." He said grinning giving me a gentle kiss as he slid off into the vacant spot on the couch next to me.
"So... when I woke this morning... I exited the Cystos and folded back to my quarters, called you, and the rest you know."
Bransen sat there for the next few minutes as I watched the lines furrow his brow. He was thinking, but I didn't know what about. I was tempted to pry, but I wouldn't break my word.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he said, "OK."
"Okay?? That's all you have to say? Just OK?"
"Okay" he shrugged. "Now I know what's going on. Computer, what is the status of this ship?"
"All systems are operating within normal parameters Sweetmeat." It announced.
"TK! Please address Bransen by his name and cut the shit." I snapped.
"Whatever..." came the familiar smart ass reply.
Leaning forward Bransen looked at the display panel on the coffee table. "Computer, please display a schematic of the ship and indicate our position within it."
The black panel lit with a horizontal teardrop shape showing key systems and level separation. It wasn't your average Thoren ship. The Thorens had been using spheres in their ship design for as long as I could remember, this one was perfectly aerodynamic. It was in the shape of a tear, or raindrop. I had never seen anything like it.
Redundancies in the systems boggled my mind. It wasn't built with the two standard back ups, but more in a grid whereas if any one system failed it would be automatically rerouted to another junction. All major systems were built with a spider web design that had been spun on its axis. This ship could literally shed its skin layer by layer and remain completely intact as a slightly smaller version of itself. It would simply absorb the previous layer to perform repairs and store in reserve whatever was not useful.
All key systems were located in the center like a heart that pumped the ship. Weapons, Communications, Environmental, Tactical, and Power, with power being the absolute center.
"Computer, what is the total occupancy of this ship?"
"Approximately one million Bransen, and please call me TK." Came the reply.
"OK then, how long would it take to destroy every Sphere Major." Bransen continued.
"If they were not fighting back, approximately three days nine hours and twenty three minutes."
"How long would it take if they were resisting?" I asked.
"If they were resisting, this ship would not survive. You would never accomplish your goal. There are too many. 83% of them would be destroyed but you would not survive the conflict in an enduring battle."
How long would it take for the Thorens to destroy this planet." I asked seeing Bransen's head snap to my direction.
"Total Earth devastation by the Thorens would take approximately 37 minutes.
"How long would it take the Cystos to destroy the Earth." I asked out of morbid curiosity more than anything else.
"24 seconds."
"TK!? How is that possible?" I was stunned.
"Detonation of 5th dimensional matter would destroy this world in approximately 24 seconds. The system in approximately 21 minutes and the galaxy in about 4 hours and 6 minutes." Tk announced.
I gazed over at Bransen who looked back in horror with the turn the line of questioning had taken.
"It isn't by coincidence that you are here Khore. The emergency transmition during the cloaking error took approximately 512,000 years to reach the Thoren homeworld. The Thorens are here looking for me as much as they are here looking for the cure to their longevity. We knew once we found the anomaly that this would be the destination of the Thoren. It was only a matter of time. The Thorens are here by design. This was never a serendipitous destination. We weren't however, sure of the circumstances of your arrival, and that is why only those of mixed heritage are allowed entrance." TK finished.
"It is inconceivable that someone had the forethought to do this." I said as I tried to wrap my mind around it.
"Yeah... crafty little fuckers weren't they. And that Talp was hung like a horse!" TK added.
"oh.... Well thank you for that tidbit of information." I snapped.
"Bransen..." I said more a question than anything. "What are we going to do?"
I was at a total loss for words. There were simply too many possibilities, and too many choices to make. How do you pick the right one? It was simple enough when you make decisions that only affect you and a select few around you, but how the hell do you decide what is best for an entire race, or two, and the world?! Heh... no pressure there!
Bransen sat there for a moment and opened his mouth and then stopped to think some more. I was glad not to be the only one at a loss for words. What do you do given the options we now had? I had to admit that the idea of just running away with Bransen leaving them all to their future crossed my mind. I knew I couldn't do it, but I wanted to! That selfish part of me wanted to get what was mine and run! I never imagined that where we went from here would be such a difficult decision.
I stood from the couch and removed my shirt tugging it slowly over my head pulling my hair from it as I tossed it to the floor. I could feel my hair tickling my upper chest as I moved shifted my weight working the clasp on my pants. I didn't know what I was going to do tomorrow or even later today, but I did know at that moment I wanted to feel his hard body against mine. I kicked off my shoes, and unfastened my pants and slid them down my legs giving them a little nudge with my foot as I shook them from my feet.
I turned away from Bransen and made my way toward the bed. Looking back as I climbed onto the bed I saw Bransen, now standing, had already removed his shirt. His bronze muscles tapered to his waste which was still bound by his dark pants. His hardness had grown down his leg bursting to get out and an almost ravenous look was in his eyes.
As I rolled onto my side he nearly ran to the bed and climbed on top of me thrusting into me with his crotch as his lips tore at my own. Gripping at his pants I roughly loosened the bindings and with his help was able to work them down and free his seeping cock. He shook the pants the rest of the way off his legs and we went back to crushing our cocks together.
He leaned back and grasped both of my ankles and gave a strong pull bringing me closer to him. Reaching under my knees he brought them up and dived between the cheeks of my ass making a meal of me. His movements were violently tender in their urgency. He was devouring my asshole with tender but quick nibbles and licks.
When I thought I was going to go insane from the sensations his tongue was giving me, I grabbed a fistful of his hair in each hand and pulled him up. "Fuck me!" I commanded. His eight inch rod was ready willing and able. His cock jutted out and throbbed as the precum glistened along its length. He slid into me slowly but without stop until he was buried completely. Laying flat against my chest we kissed passionately while I hugged his strong body with my legs. We ground against each other as he worked in and out of my ass.
We clung to each other in our rhythm of lust and pleasure slowing to an uneven but sensual glide. His hard slick abdomen wrung so much juice from my cock it felt as though I had already come. Thre friction against my cock trapped blissfully between us was quickly bringing me to the point of no return. The delicate tapping from his hefty balls against my asshole and the assault against my prostate was sending me over the edge. Bransen gave me more of a bite than a tender nibble burying his face into my neck which sent me soaring. I felt my asshole contract was shot my load between us as my asshole fluttered around his still working cock. As my ass clamped down on him Bransen went off thrusting into me one last time before emptying his balls as we both grunted and moaned.
We lay like that for about five minutes catching our breath before Bransen pulled out his softening cock. It always felt so good inside me I hated to part with it. He rolled off onto his back eyes still closed with a smirk across his face.
"TK, wake us at 4:00 pm please" I whispered sedately resting my head on his chest letting the rise and fall of his breath rock me to sleep.
"Yes Khore" was the last thing I heard before drifting off.
Sirens shattered the silence as Bransen literally flung me from on top of him sending me out of the bed and onto the floor. The lights were flashing and the siren's wail was deafening with its whhhooopp whhoooooop. My heart felt like it was exploding in my chest while my mind was trying to figure out exactly what was going on.
"TK!" Bransen yelled... "What the hell is happening!?"
The sirens and strobe of lights stopped instantly. The computer spoke two words.
"Wakey... Wakey"
"TK! You fucker!!" my sleep left me being quickly replaced with rage. "You ever do that again and I swear I'll set this ship to self destruct!" I growled while pulling myself up from the floor rubbing the bump above my left eyebrow where I had hit the counter. The bump was quickly shrinking as I stood in a huff looking over at Bransen who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face before he burst out into laughter.
"Ohhh haaa haaa!" I tried not to grin. "Sure... it's funny to you... you didn't get thrown out of bed!"
Bransen pulled me into him. "Sorry babe" he kissed me on the forehead.
"TK.." I said now smiling as I leaned against Bransen. "Next time... a simple vocal indication will be sufficient. Maybe even a little music."
"Suit yourself sleepy head, though my method seems to have been quite effective." TK giggled through the ships speaker.
"We've got to get everyone moved here so TK will have someone else to torment." I kissed Bransen softly on the lips.
Standing and stretching I went over to the bathroom and started the water flowing into the bath tub. The roar of the water echoed across the room as it gushed filling the tub. Sitting on the black and white marbled surface I turned off the water when it was about three foot deep as wisps of feathery steam rose from its surface.
Testing the water with my foot I eased my body slowly into the water as I got used to the burning sensation as each inch of flesh submerged. Holding my breath and with a quick hop I went from hip to chest into the water finally settling on the ledge.
"Well stinky... you coming?" I said as I hung my head back looking to Bransen.
I watched him as he stood and stretched flexing muscles from his legs to his powerful chest as his curly golden hair swept across his shoulders and broad chiseled chest. I could see him like this every day and never stop finding a new beautiful line of muscle. He seemed to glide over to the bathtub and climbed the marbled steps to the tubs edge. He slowly sat letting only his legs submerge to the shin. Grabbing his left leg I gave him a quick tug pulling him into the water with a huge splash. He coughed and spluttered as his body had to get used to the nearly scalding water.
"Wakey Wakey!" I choked out through my laughter before he pushed a huge gush of water blasting into my face!
"Okay! Okay! Truce!" I said still chuckling at him.
I scooted over next to Bransen letting our legs brush each other as they floated in the water. "So hun... what do we do now?"
"Well... We need to explore the ship, investigate its abilities, and learn its systems backwards and forwards. Then I suppose we need to decide what to do with our new found home." He said looking at me before leaning over to give me a quick kiss.
"What we do with the Cystos after that, is what scares me. The Thorens knew this ship was here somewhere, and they are going to want it. They won't be able to detect the cloak, and most likely won't even try so long as we stay quiet and bide our time. I don't want to end up in a battle where everything is destroyed, specifically this planet. I worry that if Keelon becomes desperate enough he'll ask to trade me for his promise not to destroy the Earth." My mind was doing flip-flops again at the endless possibilities.
"Let's take this slowly... inform the team of your find and begin after the meeting. We have more time now than we did before. We should be safe for a while yet. In two weeks you'll be testing everyone's new abilities and we can continue from there." He said staring ahead at nothing in particular. I could see him concentrating on our course of action.
"I won't allow the destruction of the Thorens." I said gravely. "Many are good people and have been friends for thousands of years. Trax may be able to help us with this."
We both washed and dried ourselves and made our way to the panel that covered the garment storage. He had become quiet and it worried me. We had both dressed and still he hadn't said a word.
Taking his hand in mine, I looked into his powder blue eyes. "You know I would always pick you before anyone and anything else. I don't think I could survive watching the genocide of an entire race, friends and memories. There has to be another option."
Bransen sighed. "A lot of people will probably die, but if we do this right, maybe we could save ourselves and the Thorens."
"Thank you for saying that. It's really been weighing on my mind" I said with a bit of relief.
"Well then... I suppose we should head back to the complex and update the team. They're going to shit when they see this place." I said with an awkward smile that nervousness brings when you don't know how to act.
"So, are you going to fold us there from here?" He asked.
"No, I haven't tried to fold from behind the ships cloak. I don't think it would be safe. Honestly, I don't know if I could do it or not, and the idea of emerging in the center of a rock scares the living shit out of me. I folded us by sheer panic when we were almost killed. I didn't know if it would work or if it was even possible. I knew the physics of the process, but in that panicked chaos, instinct took over and it just sort of happened." I explained.
"So you folded us through space not knowing if we would survive??! You hadn't done it before?" he asked not hiding the surprise in his voice.
"We were dead either way, what else could I do!? I've been flying by the seat of my pants as much as anyone! I was just a farm boy before all this started remember? Well, a human and Thoren hybrid, but I didn't know it then! I didn't have Kelay's memories to help me before I was taken. Everything has been happening so fast, I haven't had much time to sort it all out."
"You're doing great hun." Bransen squeezed me and smiled.
"I'm not a fighter Bransen."
"You became a fighter when you escaped from the Thorens. It was a fighter that killed the Thorens and destroyed the Sphere Major. You didn't hesitate." he said in an even tone.
"Yeah... and that bothers me. I know if I had hesitated we all would have died, but it could just as easily have all gone to hell. I'm a scientist and pacifist. I was fighting for my lover and our lives. I feel like I'm teetering at the edge of the abyss waiting for someone kick me in the ass." I said pulling him in tighter. "I'm scared Bransen. Of myself, and for our future."
"It's okay hun..." Bransen paused, "We'll get through this. I'd be more worried if you weren't scared.
"TK..." I paused.
"Yes Khore?" the computer replied.
"Will the cloaking method of this ship interfere with folding space?" I asked... Why I hadn't thought to ask the computer before embarrassed me.
"working..." TK answered.
"Fourth dimensional travel should have no impact on the cloaking system or fifth dimensional matter in the power drive. Transport by this method is theoretically possible."
"So that means?" I asked
"A little more than maybe, and a bit less than probably. Act like you have a pair of balls ya big baby!"
"Thanks TK, you're my eternal crutch and support." I said knowing the sarcasm was noted.
"Well then ... I suppose there is only one way to find out." I said as I envisioned the cargo bay. I concentrated clearing my mind envisioning the exact layout of the cargo bay. Creating the spatial distortion I moved through the fold and emerged in the cargo bay in a flash of white light. Checking to make sure I still had all of my parts, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well... I guess it's safe then." I mumbled before folding Bransen and myself to conference room three on level five within the complex. There had been a slight hiccup. For a moment we had been within the granite surrounding the complex, but I was able to make corrections for the shifts the fifth dimensional matter had caused. They were minor, but enough to scare the hell out of me.
"I could have sworn I was in that wall!" He said eyes wide as he pointed across the room staring at me.
"For a moment; you were." I said to him nervously.
Bransen was a little upset with me, but was calming. "Next time warm me okay?" he said with a grin.
"I'm sorry hun." I said aiming my best puppy dog eyes at him. "But... now we know! It's a little tricky, but it's doable."
We had arrived about ten minutes early and no one had yet shown up in the conference room. It was odd that even Doc wasn't here.. He always showed up early, though I wondered if he had adopted some of Chris's bad habits, or more likely... was 'preoccupied' with Chris.
"So love... meeting aboard the Cystos then?" I looked at him questioningly.
Grinning he nodded as he lifted his wrist COM to his mouth to speak. "All team members are to be in the Level five conference room three NOW." He announced sharply.
Smiling at Bransen I nodded letting him know that I was preparing. As our team would enter the room, they would walk through the fold at the entrance bringing them all to the bay on the ship.
"Let's go prepare." I said and envisioned the bay. I could not see beyond the cloak of the ship, but I could see the bay within my mind as though I were looking at it with my own eyes.
We folded into the bay of Cystos blinking out and back with a flash.
"TK, we have company coming, you will not harm them." I announced as Doc and Chris popped into view moments later.
"Whatever" came the familiar reply.
"Table seating 12 approximately fifteen foot long, four foot wide with chairs please." I stated as they grew from the floor in a black and silver blob before taking complete shape.
"Please have a seat" Bransen spoke breaking the silence as they all made their way to the elongated table and chairs.
As the rest emerged we directed them to the table with Bransen and myself standing at the front.
When everyone had finally arrived, I released the link to the fold that brought them here. I was getting better at this. It had barely taxed my mind at all. I let the blue light that blazed from my eyes die back down to their natural icy grey blue color.
The bay was nearly half the size of the entire complex we had come from. I could see their furtive glances and the confusion cross their faces as they took their seats. Dusty seemed to be absolutely giddy with the construction of the place as he looked beneath the table and across at the walls of the bay.
Bransen and I took the seats at the head of the table. We let everyone have a long look at the area before we continued.
"Khore found this ship yesterday when he left. TK..." he announced... "Give them the rundown please."
They all just stared in awe as TK began to explain. A three dimensional silhouette emerged about four feet above the table. It was a scale hologram of the ship itself about 8 foot long and 5 foot wide.
"687,000 years ago the Cystos was built by the Thorens during their war with the Velo. A mishap with the cloaking device folded us through space to Earth. An emergency message was sent, but the communications array had been damaged during our materialization into this place. The message would not be received for another 512,000 years."
"Due to the massive loss of technology and time, the Thorens completely abandoned the technology and changed their tactics finally winning the war several hundred years later."
"Talp and his lover Berlit found themselves trapped here for a short while, eighty thousand years or so, before they were able to correct the anomalies in the cloaking system. They had been weary of war, and finding the emerging Mayan civilization here, they molded an empire where they let themselves be worshiped as gods. They had interrupted the natural development of these people. It wasn't long before they got tired of playing god. They had considered going back to the Thoren homeworld, but had also discovered in their research that they were dying. They couldn't return for fear of what they had done to these people. It was beyond reproach to interfere with a culture so young, so, with no home to go home to, and only death waiting in the wings, they took the Mayan people down into the catacombs with them and killed them all."
"Talp and Berlit then programmed this ship, and your fabulous computer, me, to ensure that this would never happen again by only allowing entry to a race that was a mix of both Thoren and Human genes. Anyone else who attempted to enter would be instantly vaporized."
"Any questions so far?"
Sweed had started to speak when TK cut in "I wasn't serious... sit there and be quiet til I'm done ya big oaf."
I noticed Sweed's face blaze red as I waved to him hoping he would let it go.
"Anyway... where was I.. Oh... Well... the last program that Talp and Berlit executed to ensure only a mixed race would enter, also killed them. It was quick and painless as it was for the Mayans and I've sat here ever since waiting for someone to find me. Bout fucking time too!"
"The ship has five basic systems. Environmental, Weapons, Tactical, Communications and Power. Each system is based in the center sphere of the ship with duplicates on every level spanning outward exponentially. If at any time one system is damaged on any given level it can be routed to another module on either the same or a different level."
"Cavrium 2 is the liquid metal substance used in construction of the current Spheres. Cavrium 3 is the base of the Cystos. While it acts almost identical to Cavrium 2, it possesses a stronger make up allowing for high speed atmospheric travel. For those of you that aren't following me... it means I'm harder to damage than a standard Thoren ship. It is also the reason for the darker metallic color of the exterior and the presence of more standard colors on the interior of the ship."
"Each level grows outward from the center core in sphere shape. The core of the ship consists of 50 levels in size, approximately one half mile in diameter. The ship levels then rotate. In rotation you will find one crew quarters level, one recreational level, one hydroponics level, one operations level and one command level."
"The operations, hydroponics and recreational levels are split into three equal sectors. They are signified by color; Red, Yellow, and Green. On operations levels, red signifies Propulsion, Yellow is sensors, and Green is Environmental. On recreational levels, Red is fitness and activity, Yellow is 'alternative' and standard entertainment, and Green is the dining and relaxation area. Food can be dispensed through synthesizers in your quarters as well as from terminals and dining areas in Green sector on recreational levels. The hydroponics Red sector is mountainous forest, Blue is fertile flatland, and Green is Tropical Jungle and oceanic coastline."
"All those that board this ship must wear a PDD or Person Detection Device. It monitors you heatlh, and location for inter ship transport."
Finally there was a pause as a small metallic beads appeared before each of us about the size of a pea.
"Please place the PDD in the palm of your right hand to activate absorption and ship registration."
I looked at Bransen wondering why this was the first we had heard of it. I suppose we should have asked for the tour, but it was just as well we didn't have to sit through this twice.
We watched as Bransen picked up the small silver ball and placed it in his palm. It seemed to melt and soak into his skin. Seeing that he was okay we all followed suit.
"Crew encoded. To activate intraship transport you must address me as Computer or TK and then state your desired location. You will then be transported to your specified location. Internal to external transport is not possible and such requests will be ignored."
"Additional information can be accessed from any data access terminal located in your quarters and throughout the ship. While this has been as much fun as analyzing the pattern of hair on the oaf's ass, this concludes your tour. You have bored me."
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