A Stranger on board - Part 2
Tarma held the dying Fizzy in his arms crying hard over her his tears dripping onto her chest wetting her fur. Tracker had never seen this side of their Commander before and he didn't like it. He always expected him to be able to take full charge of any situation and bring them out alive, but it seems he has failed this time. "Who's your Medtech?" The strange blue women suddenly spoke surprising everyone. "We did have one but he got shot, we never figured one of us would get shot again," Tracker answered with much sadness in his voice. "Then you're lucky you've got me around," She walked with speed and confidence over to Fizzy. She opened up the small Med box and inspected its contents. She was quite disgusted at what she found: one roll of bandages, one adrenaline injection and the only thing that there was enough of was morphine. "You Tracky, whatever your name is, go around the rest of the ship and collect more boxes like this, also get some towels, lots of water and a surgical clamp," she demanded from the idle Tracker. "We don't have a surgical clamp," he replied worriedly. "Okay... get a plasma cutter then," she spoke with almost horror in her voice. Tracker sped out the door and ran around the ship grabbing the items needed. "If we can stop the bleeding and there isn't to much damage to the vital organs she might just live," she said hurriedly unravelling the one and only bandage in the box. "How are you going to do that?" Tarma questioned trying to regroup. "With a shit load of bandages and ..." she stopped mid-sentence not wishing to continue. She held the wade of bandage hard onto Fizzy's wound making her cry out in pain. It became red within a matter of seconds soaked with Fizzy's lifeblood. She grabbed the adrenaline injection and took off the stopper with her mouth. She injected it directly into her patient's blood stream. Tracker returned in a frenzy and placed all the items asked for on the ground next to Fizzy. "Tarma I want you to get those bandages and towels and put pressure on the wound," Tarma did as instructed which made Fizzy screech in agony and fidget wildly. The blue women took the plasma cutter and started it up, the blue green super-heated energy burned immediately. "Okay Fizzy listen to me, this is going to hurt but I want you to stay with me okay, keep breathing and stay as still as possible," she spoke clearly making sure she understood. Fizzy gave a confirming nod. "Tracker hold her down whatever happens you must hold her still," she ordered Tracker with a very serious tone. "Tarma keep pressure on the top part of the wound," Tarma took pressure off the bottom half of the wound and blood poured out. The blue women drenched the area in water and wiped it clean of blood with a spare towel. She had to act fast, but what she was about to do was very dangerous and shouldn't really ever be done but with no other option it had to be done. She held the flame of the cutter close to the wound burning it. Fizzy tried to arch her back in sheer agony but was held down by Tracker. She moved the cutter slowly along the gash frying the flesh. She quickly withdrew the cutter and splashed the water over the newly cauterised wound making it sizzle, but with that it sealed the bottom half and stopped it from bleeding. "One half is done, Tarma remove the bandage completely," Tarma did as he was told and took all pressure off the bloody wound allowing more blood to seep out. The blue women did the same as last time making Fizzy once again writhe in agony. The cooling water was finally splashed on sealing the rest of the wound. Fizzy was still breathing heavily and irregularly coughing every so often. "I'd give her a 50/50 chance of surviving, she's a tough woman," the blue women stood up off her feet. Tarma bent over and kissed the nearly unconscious Fizzy on the forehead. They used one of the new pieces of hull plating as a make shift stretcher to carry her to her quarters. "Commander we have a problem up here, we are being pursued by Skav fighters and our engines are still not fully functional, we can't out run them," Wings reported in with yet more bad news. "Tracker help take Fizzy to her quarters," he instructed the once more idle rabbit to help out. Tarma walked briskly over to the Cargo hold intercom to tell Wings the next move. "Contact Gekko, tell him to activate the Chameleon field and activate the silent running program we might not be detected if we do that," he spoke calmly not wishing to excite the one and only pilot. "My thoughts exactly, what exactly has been going on down there?" Wings asked questioningly as he has not been informed of the whole event. "Fizzy's been hit and badly wounded by a stray laser blast but we think she going to be okay," he nearly whimpered over the COM. "Don't tell me next time I ask," Wings answered back cutting off communication to allow Tarma to get in contact with the other crewmembers. "Sparks what's the sit-rep on those repairs," he squawked over the COM in the engine room. "This is not something you can just do in seconds give me time," she answered somewhat annoyed by her rush and disruption. "I know Sparks but we've got Skav's on our tail and if they start firing blind they're bound to hit us even with the chameleon field active," Tarma sighed trying to get back his composure and trying to ignore the searing pain in his leg. He limped out of the cargo bay and headed towards the recreation lounge to rest up, there was nothing he could do to help anymore in his state. Meanwhile in Fizzy's quarters, the blue woman made sure Fizzy was okay trying her best to settle her. She had started to breathe more regularly and calm down only letting out painful moans every so often. Tracker was still with her and sat down on Fizzy's swivel chair eying up their guest that was bent over Fizzy. She turned around just in time to see his admiring gaze. He looked around the room whistling trying his best to act nonchalant. The blue women walked over to tracker who just smiled at her still trying to disguise his admiration of her body. She took a hand and moved it up the rabbit's thy stroking at his soft fur. Tracker just couldn't believe his luck and stroked her short blue hair playfully. "Hang on everybody this is going to get bumpy," Wings called over the main intercom as he had just got word from Sparks that the necessary repairs were complete and they could escape. The blue women left the room, leaving Tracker with a raging hard on. The ship buffeted as they went into maximum drive and sped away from the searching Skav fighters. When they were far enough away, Wings engaged autopilot and sat back in his chair when Tarma entered to use the main COM. "Attention everybody on board, I want everyone in the recreation lounge, including you Sparks," he announced to the rest of the ship. He used a bandage he had in his hand and wrapped it around his shot leg. It wasn't exactly a bad wound, nothing he couldn't handle. Tarma limped his way to meet the rest of the waiting crew and the strange blue woman who also went to the requested place. "As you may well have gathered we have a new passenger on board, she has just potentially saved the life of one of our beloved ship mates. I thank her for that and your name will be honoured on this vessel..." he smiled towards the stranger giving her a small hand shake. "What is your name," he whispered quietly into her ear. She whispered back in to his not wishing to cause her savoir any further embarrassment. "And the name of our new guest is, N-N... Ne..." he struggled to pronounce the peculiar name which wasn't all that long just a bit strange. "Neris, my name is Neris," the blue women who's name was apparently Neris interrupted the struggling Commander. Tarma stood in silence while Neris shook hands with the rest of the crew getting to know their names and a little bit about them. She gave Wings a little bit of a longer more euphuistic shake than all the rest and a little suggestive wink. "I would just like to thank your wonderful Commander here for rescuing me from the metallic hands of the evil Skav's," she nudged the motionless Tarma. "Oh yes, ha ha so I did," he chuckled triumphantly lifting his head up high. The crew do respect his command but he can make a fool of himself. As there was nothing more to do than sit around and let autopilot take them to their delivery point. Tarma left immediately after trying to introduce Neris, poorly. He went straight to Fizzy's quarters to check on her progress. The rest of the crew were in the Recreation lounge chatting away to each other as usual and tucking into a few snacks. Neris was cornered by the over interested Tracker who wanted to pick up with where they left off earlier. Neris was not showing any more interest in him and was concentrating entirely on getting Wings to notice her. That was easily done as they made eye contact from across the room and Neris gave a seductive smile blinking her eyes slightly. She completely ignored the horny rabbit on her side jabbering on about random crap like how he can reprogram a ZX 81 (a sophisticated type of computer) in only 2 minutes flat. For some reason he found that she was not getting turned on by this, but he is a very persistent little bastard. Neris continued to give small suggestions and signals to Wings who was trying his best to ignore them. After a little while longer Tracker gave up his efforts, as he was getting nowhere. He left the Recreation lounge and headed down to the navigation room to take care of a little business. Gekko was in deep conversation with Sparks about his new theories on astro-engineering, a subject that Sparks was actually quite interested in being a Mech-head and all. Neither of them noticed Neris stand up and stretch out yawning quite softly. She motioned a hand bellow her waist for Wings to follow her. She left the room silently and disappeared from Wings' sight. For some reason Wings could not help but sneak out of the room himself, even though he was truly in love with Sparks. Nobody noticed them creep quietly away so they would stay undetected. He found Neris waiting for him just out side the door and was surprised when she grabbed him violently pulling him into her arms. She forced a kiss onto him without much resistance. Wings was so engrossed in numerous sensations that the thoughts of how Sparks would feel if she found out disappeared from his mind as gave in to his lust. It did not take long for the still smooching couple to kiss their way to Wings' quarters. They stripped off all of their clothes whilst standing and finally ended up on the bed. Neris led with her back against the soft covers and Wings climbed on top. He toyed with her ample breasts and teased her nipples with his teeth, which soon became stiff. Neris reached up to his crotch to find his erection poking out of its sheath. She tickled it gently with her fingers, which made it fully withdraw exposing itself to the cold air. Wings continued to play with her tits and increased her pleasure by sending a paw down to her smooth shaven pussy. He parted her folds slightly with two fingers and inserted his middle finger into her wet vagina. Neris had begun to massage his shaft in a repetitive slow motion speeding up every so often then slowing again. She moaned exhaling lightly taking in a shallow lung full of air as he inserted his whole finger to the knuckle. This made her work faster over his penis rubbing harder and gripping tightly. Wings released her nipple to let out a long pleasurable moan trying his best to keep his voice down. He rammed his finger home rapidly almost losing control of it, as ecstasy was so near. He pumped his hips into her hand wanting more pleasure. Of course Neris wanted more than just masturbation and felt his shaft in her hand throb so she had to stop. Wings, being who he is, obviously regretted her stopping but knew that the best was yet to come. He withdrew his finger out of her now well-excited hole that was literally overflowing with sweet smelling juices. He rolled off letting her reposition onto her hands and knees sticking her firm buttocks into the air. Wings could have shot his loud then and there as he looked upon the most perfect sight of her pussy and tight ass hole. He wanted so much to take her up the ass but wasn't sure how she would react. He decided to play it cagey and only placed the tip of his cock at the rim of her tight hole. Neris looked back at him with the sexiest of looks imaginable and pushed herself slightly onto him. Wings was fantastically surprised when he got the go ahead as he got his wish. Not wanting to go to far to fast, he edged inwards slowly stretching her tight little hole outwards to accommodate for the lustful intruder. They both moaned at the same time with expressions of delight. He buried his cock all the way to the hilt and did not rest as he withdrew it at a slightly faster speed. It became easier for him to fuck her and she bucked against him wanting him to do her faster. He happily obliged forcing his way in again and again ramming uncontrollably at her. He removed a paw from her hip and placed it between her spread pussy lips. He shot two fingers energetically into her at an incredible speed. He could not contain his excitement much longer and felt the already tight walls of her passage become even tighter constricting around his aching cock. She screamed out in multiple orgasms gripping at the bed sheets pulling at them as ecstasy poured into her body and out her lungs. Wings made one final hard thrust as he began to quickly withdraw. She reached around her sides and latched onto his hips keeping him inside, as she wanted to feel him cum deep inside. Five powerful jets of white-hot sperm drowned her insides and coated them in a sticky lining. "Wings I've only got a few minutes before I'm..." Sparks barged into the room on the two lovers and was stunned completely by the sight before her. Wings looked over at her in horror and opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words. Sparks ran out of the room and could be heard crying hard as she fled down the corridor. Wings still could not speak and slowly withdrew himself from Neris rolling onto his back in shock. Neris collected her clothes and left the room naked to wash up else where leaving Wings alone. He had his head buried deep into his paws, with a small devious smile she closed the door on him. Sparks was in the engine room, which is where she liked to go when she just wanted to be alone and the sounds of her crying would be masked by the loud hum of the engine's. On the outside Sparks is a ruff and tumble girl, but to those who know her well enough she is soft as a kitten. She was cradling her knees in her arms rocking slightly backwards and forwards. Her cheek fur and the back of her paws were drenched in tears turning them a darker blue colour. She whimpered quietly to herself and listened to here heart beat. She gave her soul to her lover only to have it ripped apart and thrown to the Wolves. A short while later, Wings entered the engine room; he knew she would be here because they share almost everything. He found her in the usual spot between the fusion coil and the main generator. He approached her with his head hung lowly and rubbing his paws together nervously. Wings sat quietly next to her, she didn't move but had stopped crying. "I'm sorry Sparks I... I know there is no excuse... but I couldn't..." he stammered and stuttered trying to put into words what he had in his head. He honestly had no clue what came over him and his love for her was as deep as it ever was. Sparks sniffled slightly still looking between her legs not meeting his sorrowful gaze. She still loved him and that was a fact, it was just going to take some time to heal. Up in Fizzy's quarters, Tarma was sitting sleepily next to his injured crewmate looking at her constantly while his eyes began to close over. He had to try his best to stay awake opening his eyelids rapidly. Neris tapped lightly on the outside of the door, Tarma did not hear so she entered cautiously. She came in to check on her patient but was that all she really wanted. Neris walked over to the nearly sleeping Tarma and patted him on the shoulder. He jumped slightly from the surprise attack and looked quickly around with a bit of shock that eased when he saw it was only Neris. They did not speak and only exchanged smiles. Neris ambled her way to Fizzy's bedside giving Tarma a good look at her swaying hips. He was surprised how much it turned him on, as there were much bigger things on his mind at the moment. She bent over Fizzy stretching the fabric of her trousers making them cling to her firm ass. Tarma was looking intently at this wonderful sight that fell in to his lap, but there was something in his mind that said fight it. Neris examined the bandaged wound trying her best not to stir the sleeping woman. She lifted herself away from the bed and saw that Tarma was yawning with a wide muzzle. "She's fine she should be up and about soon enough, but I'm a little bit more worried about you. You seem to be acting a bit odd, are you alright?" she squinted at Tarma who looked sleepily back at her. "I don't know, I've been feeling rather tense lately and I..." he broke off in mid-sentence. "Maybe I can help release some of that pent up tension," she twirled a finger around his chest fur. Tarma opened his eyes a bit more feeling pleasure all over his chest. "No sorry Neris I'm just so tired, I'm just going to hit the sack," he pushed her off lightly as his common sense final took over and lust subsided. He got wearily off the chair wobbling a little and limped out of the room leaving Neris with a huffed look. In the engine room, Sparks was resting her head up against her loved ones side who murred quietly with his right arm placed over her shoulders hugging her slightly. Not all had been forgiven Sparks just really needed somebody with her right now. Usually, Fizzy would comfort her if she ever got upset not just to hide the fact that her and Wings were intimate, but also because Fizzy could be just as kind and sensitive. She had not said a word the whole time she was in there and the silence was kind of getting to Wings. She could feel the restless heart beat in his chest and realised how truly distressed he was of the whole situation. She raised her head off his body and smiled at him, which came as a great relief to Wings. They kissed passionately holding each other close and rubbing at the others head fur. Sparks' cheeks made it noticeable that she had been crying so Wings gladly licked them clean for her. They unlinked their arms and looked lovingly at one another. "We best get back upstairs or they might get suspicious," she sniffed slightly with another smile. They walked one after the other up the engine room stairs, along a corridor and up another flight of stair to get to the recreation lounge. They found Gekko asleep in one of the more comfortable chairs with a book open in his lap. Both Wings and Sparks were tired and decided it best just to go to bed and get some much needed rest. Still feeling unsure Sparks did not go back to Wings' quarters and instead went to her own quarters to sleep off a trying day. Neris was still wide-awake after her brief encounter with Tarma. Everyone else was asleep, apart from one. Neris investigated the ship a little finding out what rooms are where and what's in them. She came across a grey metal door with the title 'Navigation Room' above it. She heard music being played inside the room and suspected its inhabitant was still awake. She knocked politely on the door but received no answer. Opening the door quietly enough not to be heard she thought how lucky she was to stumble across such a golden opportunity. It was of course Tracker in the Navigation room; he basically lived down there, as he liked being surrounded by computers. Tracker was once again whacking off unsuspectingly with loud music playing in his ears, but this time to a magazine. As Neris got closer she saw that the magazine featured semi-naked bunny girls straddling a set of awesome looking space bikes. Neris couldn't help laugh to herself as she saw him frantically pulling away at his shaft. "Need a hand?" she finally said tapping him on the shoulder, but thought to herself how cliché she must have sounded. Tracker immediately turned around in fright and tried desperately to yank up his pants that were caught under the chair leg so he had no chance of raising them. He gave up eventually and just put his head in his hands bending over slightly to cover up. "That's the fucking second time this has happened to me in as many days!" he shouted a little louder than usual trying to make himself heard over his music. He switched of the minidisk player and removed the headphones from his ears. He sighed to himself and got up off his swivel chair still arching his back over covering his erection that would not disappear. He tried to lift up the chair with one paw and unhook his pants with the same paw. It was a disaster and he ended up falling to his backside. Neris just stood there in the doorway watching him flounder about like a fish out of water. She could not stand idly by and sieved her chance for some action. She picked up the chair with one hand and slid the runaway pants out from underneath it. Tracker stood up once more still covering his genitals and sighed as he reached out to grab the wayward pants. Neris flicked them away from him just as he was about to grab it and gave a seductive smile licking her lips slightly. Tracker, although a horny bastard, was not very good at picking up on things and did not understand the signals she was throwing him and tried to grab the pants again with a somewhat annoyed look. Neris jerked them away from him again and threw them out the door closing it with a foot afterwards. "You won't be needing those," she chimed pressing her body against Tracker's. Now he got the message! He wasted know time at all in taking off his top and watched her remove all her clothes right in front of him. He could see her unshaven pussy was quite swollen with excitement already and he was eager to get inside her. She pushed him onto the chair behind him and he fell onto it with a thud. She straddled him by putting her legs over and around his, which allowed her to position herself directly over his awaiting cock. She suddenly dropped down onto him with precision accuracy immediately sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. He joined her in a long groan, as initial penetration was nearly enough to send him over the edge. Little work was needed on his part as Neris skilfully bounced up and down ridding him hard like a jockey. Tracker grunted in rhythm with her forceful poundings, which sent Neris into sex overdrive. She wanted his seed now and could tell that it wasn't going to be a long wait anyway as she knew he hadn't had any for a very long time. She could tell by the desperate upwards thrusts he was giving her like some sex starved animal running simply on adrenaline. Tracker knew himself that he would be unable to last as long as her so, not wanting to make a bad first impression, he slipped a free finger pad onto the opening of her ass hole. He rubbed in a circling motion and could feel Neris' whole body shiver, as she was about to have her second double orgasm in one day, although he didn't know that. She gripped tightly onto his penis using her cunt muscles as a formidable weapon of carnal delight. They reached orgasm together and both grabbed tightly onto whatever they could find, which was either the chair or the other person. Tracker unloaded his heavy burden in waves washing through her cunt walls that ate it up like sweet candy. Neris sat up off his penis and a flow of juices ran freely out of her now uncorked hole. The mixture of her own lubricating fluids and his bounty of sperm gushed all over his groin covering it completely. Neris was still recovering from her ecstasy but liked the look of their produce glistening all over Trackers still stiff cock. She knelt down between his legs and ran her tongue from the bottom of his ball sack all the way to the tip of his shaft. She closed her eyes licking her lips as she savoured the sweet taste. Tracker felt like he had died and went to heaven as his orgasm was continued by this display of cum loving. She took his shaft all the way into her mouth deep throating him and feeling his tip slide along the roof of her mouth. She tasted the magnificent juices throughout her entire mouth as she sucked it all off groaning lightly at its glorious taste. Tracker could not handle the over excitement of such a long and truly heavenly orgasm. He fell immediately to sleep leaving Neris to once again collect her clothes and leave unescorted. "Rise and shine crew we've got a long day ahead of us," Tarma called over the ship wide intercom. Tracker awoke to find Neris was gone and his pants were still outside the door, which he promptly put on. Gekko had slept all night in the same chair with the book over his lap that hadn't even fallen off. Wings was already awake and hadn't had much sleep last night, his conscience was really making him feel bad about what he did to Sparks. Sparks herself hadn't had much sleep either, she was thinking hard if she was going to forgive him fully or tell him it's over. She really did love him and she knew he loved her to, but how far could the love stretch if he did something like that to her. As usual everyone met up in the recreation lounge to eat and take care of other morning formalities. Wings did not harass Sparks by sitting next to her or even talk to her; he figured giving her space was the best course of action. He ate solemnly to himself trying his best not to look upset but it was difficult to hide with a guilty conscience. Sparks wasn't much better off as she had no Fizzy to talk to. Tracker was actually looking even more chirpy than usual with a big grin on his face and almost dancing about the room. None of them realised that both Tarma and Neris were missing. Tarma did not feel like food and went straight to Fizzys' quarters to check on her. He sat in the same chair as he did last night and watched her sleep peacefully. He could see that she was in no pain while she slept so didn't want her to wake. He brought her some food but it seems she would not need it for a while. There was a knock at the door and before he could answer Neris strolled in, quietly closing the door. "Hi, how's she doing?" She whispered to Tarma as she walked to the side of Sparks' bed. The wound was healing quite rapidly as was the way with her species. "She's fine, just needs some rest that's all," he answered keeping to a small whisper himself. Once again, Neris started to send hints to Tarma, he had an excuse last time but didn't know how strong he was. Neris came on a lot stronger than before; she used a hand to caress around his neck as she walked behind him. She gently stroked down his chest putting her head at the side of his and licked his ear. Tarma was unable to resist and swung his head around to lock lips and kiss. In the recreation lounge, Wings decided to tell Gekko that he slept with Neris seeking his neutral and wise council. Unfortunately, Tracker was listening in on their conversation and was angry to hear that Neris was not just his fuck buddy. "You slept with Neris behind my back, you asshole she's mine!" he shouted accusingly at Wings after bursting violently into the room. Wings was quite thrown back by this surprise attack and took a few moments to collect himself. "Hey calm down Tracker it wasn't anything special it's not like I wanted to do it," he was telling the truth; he really didn't know why he slept with her. "So why the hell did you!" Tracker furiously yelled at him with an angry look. "I-I... it just sort of happened," he shrugged his shoulders slightly. "What so you mean you fell into her then out of her then into her again, is that what you're saying!" his voice was getting more and more agitated although he did not move from his spot. "Look man I'm sorry it was just a fling," Wings was trying not to escalate the situation any further and decided it best to choose the calm option. "Is that what it was huh? Just got bored with me didn't you and found someone else to fuck!" Sparks shouted directly at Wings. She had been listening in the whole time and heard enough to convict Wings of cheating on her. Sparks stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her. It is difficult not to over hear a conversation on this ship because of its size. "You and her! This is just brilliant, so you weren't content with just fucking one person and had to steal from me!" Tracker was completely hysterical with anger clenching his paws to make fists. Out of sheer frustration, deep confusion and rage Wings threw a right hook across Tracker's face sending him half way across the room. Tracker took a few seconds to recompose himself and when he did he pulled out a weapon he had concealed in his jacket and aimed it at Wings. The pistol was capable of tearing a hole in the ship from the inside out. Wings was breathing heavily lifting his chest up high then dropping it. The hatred in his eyes burned like a forest fire, his teeth were bared white and he was noticeably growling. Blood dripped out of Tracker's nose and washed over his lips pooling between. "Tracker what are you doing, just everybody calm down!" Gekko finally found the right words as he came out of his stunned position. Tracker turned the weapon on Gekko but never took his eyes of Wings. "Okay lets not fly off the handle here," Gekko put two scaly claws out in front of his upper body backing off slightly. Tracker once again turned the gun upon Wings who stood there not really caring anymore if he lived or died. He had lost the one he loved because of one stupid mistake and he would never forgive himself for that. The whole ship suddenly surged forward making everyone do the same and the gun fly out of Trackers paw. It was obvious to everyone that they had just been hit and nobody was manning anything, even though Tracker should have been in the Navigation room. Tarma threw open the door where everybody was gathered, stunned by the effects of the initial blast. "All right everyone on there feet lets get moving to your stations now!" he commanded authoritatively. Tracker gave Wings a cold stare as if to say, 'this is not over.' They all scattered out of different doors to get hurriedly to their appointed job. Tarma and Wings reached the Cockpit and took their places. "I have two Alliance Enforcer vessels on my scanners Commander," Tracker clacked over the COM. "Commander if they discover our cargo then we've got big problems," Wings kept his voice low speaking directly to Tarma. "Can you get us out of here then please," Tarma ordered back at him. Wings got ready to switch to full burn and use their speed to get out of this. Tarma got on the COM to Gekko and told him to warm up the Chameleon field. "Incoming message Commander," Wings said with quite a bit of confusion and an odd look. "I've never know the Alliance to be so polite, punch it up," he was quite curious to know what all the shooting was about when all they wanted to do was talk. Wings flipped on the monitor that sprung instantly to life with a loud pop, the screen revealed an Alliance officer who looked as if he had been in the wars. He had numerous scars and an eye patch, which seemed to be covering the wrong eye as his other one didn't look all that good either. "This is Commander Braken of the Enforcer class Alliance vessel. Who is the Commander of this vessel you are not registered on the galactic net," Braken demanded. "This is the good ship Chameleon and I am Commander Tarma," he spoke clearly so he did not sound weak. "Ah yes 'Commander' Tarma, long time no see, I bet you never thought you would ever hear my voice again," he chuckled slightly seemingly enjoying this supposed reunion. "Sorry I don't understand you," Tarma replied with a lot of confusion. "You really don't recognise me do you, let me give you a big clue, Mars University," he boomed seriously over the screen. "Oh crap," It all came rushing back to Tarma now, needless to say these two had some history. "Oh crap indeed, you and your crew are wanted on more planets than I can count and we have a little score to settle, don't we," he was again chuckling with an evil grin. "Any way down to business and if you cooperate you will be pardoned for lets say stealing that space craft. We have reason to believe that you are carrying a dangerous criminal on board your ship. She is wanted for numerous charges against the Alliance and must be sentenced accordingly. Stand down or we will disable your ship, you have two minutes to make your decision." The screen flicked of dispersing the image of Braken. Both Wings and Tarma turned to each other with knowing looks as they knew exactly who it was. "What do we do Commander, if they come aboard they're bound to find the cargo not to mention the other charges we're up for," Wings said worriedly thinking of the public execution that would follow. "If we don't let them on board then we will have a dangerous criminal on our hands," Tarma looked quite concerned himself. He got up off his chair and looked both ways outside the door to check that nobody was listening in. "In the event of being trapped between two evil I say we... leg it," he got a confirming nod from Wings who took the stick and turned power up to 100%. "Activate it now Gekko," he called calmly down the intercom. This was not an all that unusual situation for him to be in because this kind of thing happens all the time. Little did he know that they were now helping an escaped criminal evade justice and they themselves came that close to being blow out of space. The craft became invisible and rocketed away from the two Alliance ships. Braken didn't even have time to put a trace on them, as they were too quick. "Lets get down to the armoury, I think we need a word with our guest," Tarma was a little shocked to hear the news and it showed in his expression. They went swiftly to the armoury to equip themselves making sure to conceal their weapons. Wings and Tamra collected everyone together and told them who Neris was. They were all pretty stunned themselves to hear the news but if the Alliance says you're a criminal that makes it so. The rest of the crew, except fizzy, waited in the lounge. They found Neris reading in her temporary quarters completely oblivious that they now know what she is, a criminal. Wings and Tarma entered the room with serious faces and crossed arms; she looked up at them with a smile that soon disappeared after seeing their serious looks. "What's up guys you don't look so good," she commented trying to hide her rising panic. "We need to have a word with you Neris," Tarma spoke to her in a hardened voice not letting his look slip, not even for a second. "What about?" she asked quite worriedly as the realisation that they know what she is startled her. "Wings, take her to the interrogation room," He ordered still not moving or shifting his gaze. "We don't have an interrogation room," Wings lent over and whispered into Tarma's ear. "Oh... well take her to the Recreation lounge, which will from now on be referred to as the interrogation room," Tarma cursed slightly under his breath as he just made a fool out of himself in front of Neris, again. She sighed lightly with a depressed frown looking down at her feet. She stood up off the bed and allowed Wings to take her by the arm. They lead her to the specified place and sat her down at the central metal table in the room. Tarma sat on a chair opposite with Wings by his side, Tracker and Gekko stood apart at the back of the room behind Wings. "We know that you are, a criminal Neris," Tarma started the interrogation off. "We'll start with the obvious, just who exactly are you?" he continued looking at the disheartened blue woman. "I thought you would have worked it out by now," she said solemnly shifting her gaze around the room in a darting motion. "Worked what out?" Tarma asked quite annoyed at her insolence and evasion of his simple question. "The name Neris, it's not obvious enough for you?" she looked into Tarma's eyes with tears welling up in her own. Tarma shook his head from side to side as none of them realised just what she was. "Say it backwards, then maybe you'll get the picture," she sobbed lightly after revealing her secret. "Siren! You're a Siren!" Tarma almost fell from his chair in a mixture of horror and intrigue. The others in the room almost took a step back trying to avoid her. "I thought your race died out centuries ago!" he abandoned his fear and was more interested than anything else. Neris was still sobbing between her legs with her hands over her face. "They did, I'm all that's left," she whimpered into her hands only letting out a muffling sound. Tarma felt great pity for the Siren, but it did not excuse what she was. The Siren's were and ancient race of people and if the legends are true they lived before the beginning of time itself. Some people say the Sirens created space travel so they could expand and breed throughout the universe. However, the Sirens were far from a peaceful race. Every Siren, male or female, excretes an undetectable toxin that is like a super aphrodisiac to the opposite sex. A Siren would infiltrate a group of people and turn them against each other. When somebody finally went crazy enough to kill the others, the Siren would assassinate any survivors and steal everything they owned including their very souls. Back on her home world there was a high demand for the souls of other life forms. That is what makes them so frightening and so deadly as you never know you have one amongst you. Eventually, the people rose up against the Sirens and committed an act of genocide on their entire race. They were thought to have been all wiped out, until now. "So that's why the Alliance is after you, isn't it?" Wings spoke in a low tone of voice behind Tarma. Neris did not answer and just nodded gently, her eyes were watery and tears were dripping down the sides of her face. "I hate who I am! I have to live with me every day and I can't stop and I can't fight it!" she shouted angrily at herself tensing her entire body like a serpent does when it coils for a strike. She threw herself across the room and grabbed the gun that fell out of Tracker's paw during his encounter with Wings. She had stopped crying and her face was filled with so much rage, so much hate. She loathed what she was and it hurt her deeply to think of all the people's lives she ended indirectly or herself. She was shaking erratically moving the gun between the two surprised targets, Tarma and Wings. "Lets just calm down okay, nobody has to get hurt. We understand your situation you have no reason to be afraid," Tarma tried to calm the frightened Woman. "How can you understand what its like to be me!" She shouted back keeping the gun fixated on Tarma. "We don't know what its like to be you Neris, but we all know what it means to be outsiders as we are all criminals, not one of us here can honestly say we don't regret something we have done in our lives. We are the same, we are equal and we are a family that looks at for one another," Tarma explained to her in his most sentimental tone. "You can change Neris I know you can, look at the way you saved Fizzy, we are all in your dept for that," Tarma managed a partial smile. Neris looked around the room with slightly blurred vision. She had seen first hand just how amazing this crew was and how they all stuck together like a family. But she hated herself even more for trying to break these friends apart. She truly believed she was a monster and didn't deserve the gift of life. She took the gun off Tarma and forced it shakily up into her mouth. "NO NERIS!" Tarma shouted rushing in towards her, a single shot was fired leaving the room silent. "Hey Tarma, so what did I miss?" Fizzy had just woken up to find Tarma leant over her with a smile. The smile faded a little as Tarma looked inside himself searching for the right answer. "Not a lot," he answered choosing to protect her from the truth. He stroked her head and noticed that she still needed rest. Her wound had healed nicely for such a life threatening hit, it wouldn't be long before she was up and walking again. Tarma left Fizzy to be by herself and probably go back to sleep. He strolled to the Rec. lounge where the found the rest of the crew were chatting away. "So how is she," a voice asked from beside him. "She's going to make a fall recovery, thanks to you Neris," Tarma showed his full appreciation to Fizzy's saviour by hugging her affectionately with a pat on the back. He stood in the doorway as he watched Neris join the rest of the crew who welcomed her with open arms. "I'm sorry you guys, I thank you for giving me a second chance," she said with a cheerful smile thinking how lucky she was to have another chance at life and how much she was going to make the best of it." Sparks led Neris to a seat at the opposite end of the room so they could have a talk away from the men. "Wings I'm sorry I nearly shot you I just went a little crazy... pals," Tracker apologised sincerely holding out a paw. "Hey we all went a little crazy," he took Trackers paw in his own and shook it reaffirming their friendship, even if he was a pain in the ass. Sparks and Wings are going to need a bit more time to repair their damaged relationship but at least it is on the mend. At least now everybody knows that they were intimate with each other so they wouldn't have to hide it any longer. Tarma collapsed into a brown comfy chair and exhaled loudly closing his eyes as the stress of the past few days disappeared from his mind. They are now being actively hunted by the Alliance but they have gained a new valuable crewmember. Something crossed Tarma's mind that made him remember back a few days. He looked up at Tracker who was busy on his laptop looking up every so often to talk to Gekko. "Oh yeah, Tracker," he called over to him getting his attention and the rest of the crews as well. "I think there is some business we need to take care of involving a hack saw." * * *
If you would like to see more space adventures from Tarma and his crew in the future then please comment and say. Otherwise, I will just leave it at this two-part story and move on to other stories. * * *