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Of course, the Lishni cruiser hadn't been their main target. The Lishni captain had simply employed the fear-factor at his disposal that came with a cruiser to make sure the bulk of the Jinx's attention was focussed on him, not his accompanying destroyer. And JD, exhausted, strained and still hurting from his time in the medibay, had played right into his hands. Now the Jinx was dead, it's fragmented, broken carcass resting in the artificial debris field of a breaker's yard somewhere deep within Panzaarian territory.

The death of his ship, however, was inconsequential compaired to the loss of life that had been suffered when the Lishni had first struck out at Impart Station. The enemy destroyer had added even more to that tally; Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Ek K'knarlas and Navigation Officer, Lieutenant Mark Wylees. The beam weapon had struck at a canted angle, just nipping the bridge that was buried deep within the ship as it passed through. Everytime JD closed his eyes, he could see the Iguana and Jes'wan woman simply vanish in a super-heated puff of vapour along with their stations as the bridge boiled and warped under the intense force of the energy. He, Spirit and the rest of his bridge crew had only survived due to their battle armour and swift reactions.

No reaction was quick enough, however, to save them from passing out in the bridge's airlock and waking up two weeks later in hospital on Nuam after having been kept in comas for treatment for radiation poisoning and burns. JD was still scarred down his left side, his right eye scorched a dull black. He prodded at his burn scars where the surgeons had peeled away his half-melted battle armour and smartweave vacsuit off of him, taking several layers of skin with them. Consal was in recovery after extensive reconstructive surgeries, his wounds being the most serious as he had been positioned the closest to K'narlas and Wylees. Ari had been transported back to Aarde, the Throne World of the Synthenoid Empire to be seen to by her people's surgeons and carers as no one in the Shadow Stalkers really had any idea about how to deal with such horrific wounds in a Synthenoid. Goldfeather was still in an EHP but otherwise recovering well, and both Spirit and Rojam were already up and about, looking for something to do and enquiring about their new ship.

Overall, of the 250 souls aboard before setting out for Hadras-6, there now remained 109 alive. Tyrant Squad had managed to escape unscathed in the captured Lishni sensors corvette - now named the S.S.M.A Phantom - and Geist Squad had helped Chief Lyten to load as many personnel into the shuttles Banshee-One and Banshee-Two as possible. What remained of Ghost Cat Squadron had been given a temporary berth on the Jes'wan carrier and everyone else had escaped the ship via the few working escape pods which were later picked up by the Eclipse after the Lishni had finally agreed to open up their picket to allow all non-Lishni ships and nationals to leave Impart Anchorage in exchange for the station and surrounding territory.

The following week had seen the medianets flooded with the news of Impart's take over, shortly followed by its destruction not long after the Lishni invaders had apparently settled in for the long-haul, fighting off the Panzaarian's and Jes'wan's probing attempts to take stock of the situation from a military stand-point. Each news outlet had its own theory about how the space station was destroyed, destroying a significant portion of the Lishni's defensive capability in that area; un-checked leakages in the powercore, sabotage, a Lishni soldier pressing the wrong button right down to a suicide pact put into action by the station's remaining staff.

Of course, all military bodies involved in the Battle for Impart came to know the reason not long after Captain Umber had arrived back on Nuam aboard a Tanoovi long-distance scout ship, turning up four weeks after she had been written off as a casualty of war like so many members of her crew. It turned out, that just before the Lishni shuttles boarded the station, the station master had contacted her aboard her trapped ship via a runner - he was a twelve year old trainee technician, scared out of his mind, exhausted and on the verge of tears. Regardless, the young Panzaarian had passed along his C.O's message; a hand-written flimsy stating the time and date for the self-destruction of Impart Station, plus a hastily drawn map of an escape route from Docking Arm 4 to the Southern escape pods, via maintenance crawl spaces and walkways. The moment he had handed it over, he ran off across the warped deck of the docking arm, to pass on the message to the other trapped ships.

She had rallied the remains of her crew and sent them on their way to greet seven other members of Impart Station's personnel who had hidden themselves away inside the escape pods. It took two weeks to get everyone off the Reaper un-seen and another week to be picked up by a passing Jes'wan destroyer and its accompanying corvette only to be passed on to the Tanoovi. She had only discovered just how destructive the station master's plan was when it was unleashed.

When Impart Station blew, it took the Reaper and the other trapped ships with it; a freshly re-fueled star liner, two micro freighters and ten Lishni ships; four corvettes, two destroyers, a frigate and a fuel tender. Impart's debris field had been filled-in with wreckage, making it hazardous for anyone to venture into. Now the Lishni had control of a small chunk of tactically important territory that would take a year or more to clean up. Assuming anyone would leave them alone long enough for them to do so.

'You know, you are allowed to go outside now.' Said a deep, feminine voice from the doorway.

JD turned away from the bedroom window. Shadow was standing just inside the room, the dark blue and black Dragoness giving him a half-hearted glare, her arms folded beneath his breasts.

'There's eight-foot of snow outside.' He said blandly, gesturing to the fat snow flakes that flew by. They were three stories up, their home a two-floor affair that had been carved into one of the giant, black trunked Glexis trees. The massive, crimson leaves had turned a pale pink now that winter had arrived and the binary suns were obscured by a thick covering of storm clouds that were being driven by a howling gale. 'It doesn't look as if this blizzard is going to be ending any time soon, so I'm not going outside anytime soon.'

Shadow rolled her dark eyes, cracking a small smile as she gently closed the door behind her with a soft click. She sauntered over to him, scarred wings held loosely at her back, her sinuous tail swaying gently as she moved. JD, however, was more interested in the sway of the plump slope of the black chunky-knit sweater she wore. She wasn't wearing any trousers and his eyes slid down her body, following the dark curves, his gaze lingering on her midnight blue thighs that glimmered like an oily sheen in the lamp light. She crawled onto the bed and settled into a kneel, her hands cupped between her thighs, fingers playing with the hem of her sweater as she watched him closely, head cocked.

'Saleen's just gone back to bed, so why don't you come here and let me help you with some of that stress?' She purred, her forked tongue slowly playing across her lips.

JD's breath caught in his throat as he eyed her up. She hadn't gotten off light either; fresh scars lined her cheeks, a particularly nasty one scoring her neck from jaw to collar bone where her battle armour's seal had broken after she had taken the brunt of a falling power conduit. Her wing membranes had fresh, neat stitches, holding the flesh together so it could heal. Regardless of her growing collection of scars, and the old wound across her left eye turning it a milky white, she was stunning and he burned for her, his tail tip flicking from side to side in anticipation of her touch.

'Are you sure you're up for it?' He murmered, his gaze sliding to her hands between her parted thighs.

'If I wasn't, I wouldn't be offering, now, would I?' She purred.

He watched as she flexed her wings, tucking them in tight to her back, knuckles-first as she gripped the hem of her sweater and pulled it up slowly, revealing her toned body and its lattice of scars, both old and new. Her plump breasts swayed teasingly as she cast her sweater aside. She was the most perfect creature he had ever seen, and he told her so. Her smile widened slightly, a shyness playing briefly across her face before she schooled it and beckoned him forward. He padded towards the bed, peeling his loose t-shirt off. Shadow stared at his hard, finely toned body hungrily, scrutinizing each scar, watching the ripple of muscle beneath crimson and black skin as he moved, and the perfect V diving beneath the waistband of his grey lounge pants, drawing her attention to the mounting pressure there, enticing her. She rumbled deep in her throat and JD let her take ahold of him, her fingers hooking over his waistband as she leaned forward to trail feather-soft kisses down his stomach, gently tugging his pants down over his hips and down his hard thighs.

JD stepped out of his lounge pants, his shins pressed up against the edge of the bed and he moaned softly as she slowly took his erection in her mouth, her silken forked tongue teasing him, bringing him to rigid attention. Her tongue played down his length, wrapping gently around his girth, tickling around his tip and sliding back down to his balls. He took a fistful of her fiery mane as she sealed her lips tightly around him and sucked, her tongue pressed hard against him, a hand coming up to gently cup his balls, fondling them lovingly. His started moving his hips, gently at first, but then quickly he became more demanding. She purred around his cock, tasting the smoke of his pre, her ministrations sending a deep moan through his body as he tensed, heat flaring as came close to the edge.

He tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut, concentrating on not letting go as she took him closer still. When he could take it no more, he pulled away from her, panting, wide eyed, willing the clenching spasms to ease, the fire to cool to a smoulder. He looked down to see her on all-fours, hands gripping the edge of the bed, wings spread and tail lanced out behind her for balance. She smiled up him, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Her black tongue flicked out across her lips.

'Not yet?' She queried coquettishly.

'Not yet.' He panted, his eyes ablaze, sparks of heat flickering from the runes on his curling horns.

'On the bed,' She ordered, rearing back so suddenly he took a step backwards, 'you'll get a much better view from there.'

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He climbed silently onto the bed, sinking into the plush nest of throws, quilts and pillows they had made for themselves, all the while never taking his eyes off her as she slowly ran her hands across her body, pinching her nipples, cupping her breasts, feeling her taught abs until her hands came down between her thighs. She scooted around on her knees, shifting position until she was comfortable and leaned back, knees spread wide, hips tilted. JD watched hungrily, propped up on a pile of pillows, as she traced a clawtip across her vulva, tickling her labia before coming to circle her clitoris. He watched her intently, fascinated as she played, using her tail and wings to hold herself upright in a comfortable position as the fingers of her right hand teased and tickled while her left hand groped and stroked at her breasts and abdomen. Her breath started coming in short gasps and he found himself sitting upright, stroking himself as he watched, his panting becoming ragged and desperate as he listened to her soft moans as they escalated into an orgasm.

His own voice underscored hers and he forced himself out of his own mounting climax to seize her by the waist and pull her back upright again, lest she fall off the end of the bed. He pulled her close to him, her breasts pressed against his chest, his lips seeking her neck as his hands explored her body, one arm sliding around her waist as his free hand slid down to cup and squeeze a buttock. His cock pressed hard against her stomach as she squirmed against him, purring about how much she wanted him inside her. He growled, deep and luxurious as the heat between them flared again, dragonfire and demonfire clamouring for dominance. He raked his nails across the dark, snake-like scales that coated her body and she moaned into his mouth as he pulled her backwards with him, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He landed heavily against the pillows and grinned up at her as she wriggled into position above him. A soft, barely audible moan escaped his lips as she slid down onto him, her silken, forge-hot pussy convulsing around him. Shadow gasped as she lid down to the hilt coming to rest against his hips. JD ran his hands up her body, tracing the indigo pinstripe of flesh between midnight blue body scales and orange-yellow belly scales to cup her breasts. He rolled them in his hands, massaging, tickling, leaning up to flick her nipples playfully with his forked tongue as his tail wrapped around hers, squeezing gently.

'Comfortable?' He murmered softly. She squirmed, her lips parting ever-so-slightly as he pushed his hips upwards. 'I'll take that as a yes.'

She leaned forward, one hand braced against his chest, the other gripping a fistful of soft pillow by his head so as not to hurt his wounds any more than she already was. She kissed him lightly then started moving, slowly at first, then faster and harder under his guidance. JD had one hand on her hip, helping to keep her pace steady as he thrust up to meet her. With his other hand, he explored; sliding over the curve of her ass, groping, slapping before tickling up her back, her sides and moving across her chest before sliding down her cleavage to stroke her stomach and soon, to tease her clit. Shadow tilted her head as she rocked her hips, her muscles contracting and relaxing with each movement, teasing him and pushing him closer to the edge. He groaned, pulling her close to him, wrapping both arms around her and holding her against him as he brought his knees up to help with leverage as he pounded into her, his desperation building.

Shadow convulsed around him, squeezing him hard with a yelp that descended into a series drawn-out moans. She writhed against him, wings shuddering, tail thrashing as he continued to drive himself into her. She let out a cry of ecstasy, pressing her face into the pillow between his neck and shoulder, wrapping herself around him as he came with a harsh growl, heat rising through his body, years of stress and tension, and being cooped up on a ship in deep space finally releasing in an inferno of lust and love that made the air around them shimmer faintly with heat.

Shadow lay across him for several minutes, his arms still wrapped around her. He planted a kiss on her shoulder and slid his hands down her sides, over her firm rump to tickle the backs of her thighs. She laughed lightly and wriggled, finally pulling away from him, rolling to the side and rearranging her limbs to lay beside him, curled up.

'Feeling a little less tense now?' She asked sleepily.

'Mhm. Still hurt like a bastard, though.'

'Gotta keep up with your meds.'

'I'll take 'em later. Far too comfy to move...' He murmered in reply.

He gazed at the pale ceiling, listening to the soft, purring breathing of his wife beside him as she drifted off into a contented sleep. The fat snowflakes of the day's storm slapped against the window as they fell past, driven down to the ground far below by a howling wind that refused to give up. He reached across to his left and clicked off the bedside lamp. The room descended into darkness and for the first time since waking up in the hospital he didn't see the faces of his lost crew, nor did he see the bridge of the Jinx warp and melt before his eyes. Instead, he felt contentment, a deep relaxation and the curious high of afterglow.

He let it tug him into a deep, dreamless sleep, uncaring of what tomorrow would bring.