Hegomir Torstan looked out over the
ocean from the black slate terrace of his hillside residence. A good
third of Eram's large red sun still loomed over the horizon. It's
light made the gently rolling sea look like molten copper. Hegomir
shivered slightly as a cool breeze wafted up the hill from the
wetland forests that skirted the beach further below. Despite it's
size, this system's bloated sun was comparatively cold. Although the
second planet orbited less than an astronomical unit from the star, it only just received enough
warmth for human habitation, but the immense oceans that covered
nearly ninety percent of the small world's surface had proven very
suitable for a diverse range of cold-water species.
The calm-faced Sebiestor took a sip
from the cup of spiced coffee he had been holding in his hand,
savouring the heat as it infused him. His narrow lips smacked
slightly as his senses dwelt on the taste for a few moments. For a
man his age, the fine features of his face showed remarkably few
wrinkles. Only the carefully coiffed white hair clearly indicated
that Hegomir was a man past his prime. Least of all, his glinting
eyes – lively and awake despite his overall calm appearance –
looked like they belonged to an old man.
A subtle chime behind his back tore the
Sebiestor man's gaze away from the idyllic scenery that lay below the
slope he dwelt on. As he turned to head back inside, he noticed that
the sky had already become the deep violet shade of nightfall above
his house, but the crimson light of dusk and it's reflection off the
sea, was still mirrored in the smoky glass separating his living-room
from the terrace outside.
He entered the tastefully decorated
room with it's sunken circular seating arrangement and activated the
holoprojector of his home-system with a voice command.
The narrow-boned face of his personal
secretary materialised in the room, bathed in dim red light.
Like most employees of Eyfir & Co
she was of Krusual descent. Her hair was shaved, so only a broad
strip remained, running along her skull's centre-line. The
dilapidated sides of her head were covered in swirling tattoos after
the Krusual tribe's fashion.
'What is so important that you have to
call me in my free time Ffeifra?' Hegomir demanded brusquely.
Despite the corporation's preference
for Krusual employees, he had managed to achieve a high status within
it's ranks. Not only because of his technical genius and innovative
thinking, but also by being a ruthless and uncompromising player when
it came to corporate politics. It was part of that game to make both
his superiours, his peers and his subordinates aware of the fact that
he should not be bothered with trivial matters.
'Savant, excuse my interruption.'
Hegomir immediately heard from her tone that this must indeed be an
important matter. 'We have received a message from Republic Security
Services.' she paused as if to see what his reaction would be. The
Sebiestor scientist remained calm and composed though, as if that
hardly mattered at all. 'It is from Internal Security Commander
Uinkin Hrul himself.' she added for emphasis.
'So what does he want? Another checkup
on his agent's implant systems?' Hegomir asked dismissively and
sipped from his coffee.
'Savant.' Hegomir's secretary began
after shaking her head and swallowing. 'One of their spies has found
Halis Ettin.'
This did cause a reaction with the
self-absorbed man. 'The commander of the Project Turncoat mission?'
Hegomir asked rhetorically with widened eyes and put his cup down on
a side-table. 'I will prepare to travel at once!' he exclaimed and
rushed for the door leading to the front rooms of the house.
'It wont be necessary Savant.' his
secretary called after him. 'They have already dispatched an aircraft
to retrieve you.'
Her words were swallowed by the howl of
a small vector-thrust vehicle that touched down on the patio in front
of Savant Torstan's house.
***
'Really, if anyone would have told me
that this would happen a month ago, I would have laughed in their
face.' Keram said as he allowed himself to sink down into Alira's
embrace. Exhausted after he had spent himself, he rested his face
against her neck.
'Yeah, I always hated you.' The Matari
woman whispered into his ear with a satisfied smile on her face.
He pushed himself up and looked down at
her with a serious expression. 'It's not like that. Everyone knew you
had the hots for Cedrien.'
'What?!' Alira's narrow eyebrows drew
together. If her face were not already flushed with the afterglow of
their intercourse, her cheeks would have reddened noticeably.
'Can't blame you.' Keram said with a
grin. 'If I were a girl, or he would swing a different way, I'd have
tried to get in bed with the commander as well. Helps you get ahead
in life' He yelped when she gave him a hard slap on his naked ass in
response.
'Don't say such things!' Alira shouted
with more playfulness than real anger.
'Or else?' Keram asked and
provocatively narrowed his eyes.
'Or else I'll have to make you do me
again.' she responded with a challenging smile, wrapped her legs
around him, and began to contract herself around his girth down
below.
'That is not a good way to make me
stop.' He growled back at her and Alira felt him twitch against her
insides.
'Who said anything about stopping?' she
purred and grabbed a handful of his dark hair to pull him down for a
deep kiss.
Just when he began to grind against her
in a most delightful way, an alarm signal wrested them out of a world
where they enjoyed eachother's bodies and into the cold and stark
reality of the Caldari designed station quarters they occupied.
Keram muttered a guttural curse in
Amarrian that sounded grievously blasphemous even if one didn't
understand the words, and hit the voice-only transmission on the
neocom next to the bed.
'What is it now?' he hissed.
'Come to briefing room six
immediately.' It was Cedrien's voice and Keram cringed. 'Damn, did
I just jump at the boss?' he inwardly cursed.
The Gallente commander didn't betray
any reaction other than urgency from his tone, though. 'Bring Alira.'
he ordered and terminated the connection leaving the Amarrian wondering how Cedrien would know that the Matari engineer was with him.
Alira made a sour face as Keram rolled
off her and left her empty. 'What can be happening at that time, with
our only exit mass-critical and on the verge of collapse?' she
moaned.
'Do you think I can read his mind?'
Keram shrugged while he looked for his underwear among the discarded
clothes strewn around the bed. 'But I don't have to be Sandrielle to
recognise that there's something going on when he gets that tone.' He
paused and looked at the lean woman still lying in his bed. '… and
usually that something is not a good something.' he added and tossed
her top at her when he found it on the floor.
'I guess we better be fast.' Keram
urged her on as he pulled up his briefs.
Alira slammed her head against the
pillow once and groaned. Then she got up and started collecting her clothes.
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