Chiana and Aeryn-Pip

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 41846

Aeryn-Pip

Stripped and helpless, in chains....

This is not looking good.

Yeah, not good.

....

This isn't working. Nothing has worked!

I tried to . . . have a little fun with those who'd snagged me in exchange of letting me go. No, that did not work. Had gotten a blow to the head for my troubles AND got-got a coarse laugh, their leader. He'd laughed, saying for the money I'd bring them all from the Low Men (whoever they were) that they'd be able . . . have the pleasure of dozens of women like me dozens of times over, so forget it!

The blow had been a slap to my face had caused the makeup to smear, spreading itself on the striker's hands (much to his surprise). Makeup and blood (ring had cut my cheek). Again, I felt . . . the wound close almost instantly, so the telltale sign doesn't register. The guy was looking at it (makeup and blood smear) in disgust, beginning to wipe it off his hand whilst his friends finally begin to notice . . . I'm rather NOT like other women on this frellin' planet (a place I'm getting to really hate). Rather doubt that there is a human out there (much less a female human) with purple blood and gray skin.

These idiots had noticed my rather. . . dark eyes but put it down as colored contacts (whatever those are exactly). Whatever those are, they seem to be useful for changing eye color....

Anyway, that course of action failed, so what I have left is either kicking or crying my way out of here. That is to say, right THEN I'd not able to do anything. Greed has blinded them to pity and fighting my way free?! They outnumber me several times over AND had my weapon.

Rather sloppy handling, really. Don't think that the fool who'd been playing with it knew it was dangerous. He could have shot me or himself dead instead of blowing a hole in the roof of his car.

Idiot!

That had gotten me out of their clutches, attracting attention of my new captors. My kidnappers had been hauled away in another vehicle (exactly where and for what I'm not sure, but I don't think it's good). I'd tried to get away, myself but got scooped up AGAIN for some reason. IN passing, when I'd tried the "kicking, crying" stuff, I'd heard they'd wanted to see just WHY the Low Men wanted me.

No, these guys aren't friends of the Low Men but wanted to know just why those guys wanted me. Their leader had quietly, after I'd wound down, that we could do this one of two ways. There was the easy, painless way and come with them. That is, quietly and meekly. The other way was the hard way, which was joining with my former captors. The man, quiet ugly (but not stupid, though his looks made him look it), had said softly that the hard way would be painful.

Of course, that's about the time part of my diguise (clothing) decides to finally fall, revealing some of the unmakeuped skin underneath. It had been torn while I'd struggled, and...

Well, it was the first clue for this man why the Low Men wanted me, I guess. The man blinked, staring at the spot. Next thing I know he's muttering something about "this can't be right". Something about me not possibly being an alien with rayguns and all that dren (though he had seen my "raygun" fire). It had caught his boys' attention....

Soon became perfectly clear that I wasn't human, even after he'd tried vigorously to rub off the gray makeup (with the obvious non- results).

One thing led to another and I'm now naked and chained up in front of this quibo's boss! Chained so I don't make a break for it. Naked to show that the guy who'd brought me here isn't plinking around here! The last of the makeup and hair die washed away, revealing the real me, as it were.

Dripping wet, but real...

Even then, it had taken a demonstration of a blast from my pistol into a dead man laying in a pile of . . . playing cards (look similar to the type I found somewhere in John's room) to convince his boss, who'd been still thinking that this was some kind of joke.

Now, he believes and I believe I'm in deep dren here! Maybe if this "Organization" has money and connections, I might be able to work some kind of deal. High tech stuff and....

"Well....what do we do with her?!" the ugly man asks. "I mean. . . she's an alien!! A real, #$%# alien! What? Call the authorities and turn her in?"

"Hah," the boss says softly, looking first at me and then at the flunky. "Like I'd trust THEM. What, you think that I'd gone into the Business...."

He then looks at me again....

"Then again...." he begins, causing a sinking sensation in my stomach.

I'm about to play my last card in any chance of a hope of not ending up in a laboratory, vivosectioned and studied when . . . A very familiar sounding voice interrupts.

I'd sorta felt someone else in the room before she'd began, but . . .

"Well, you can start by putting your frelling HANDS up in the air!" shouts the interloper, following up with a blast from her weapon. There is a dangerous undertone in that purr... A mixture of the allure that I usually put in MY voice when I'm . . . trying to have fun with a male that catches my eye and . . . steel.

Together, it's something that's both sexy and dangerous at the same time. A tone that says that....

Frell.

Says to the listener that SHE is something that you can look at and lust after, but shall NEVER have!

It's a tone of voice that I've only had, myself, on rare occasions when I KNEW I was in a position of total control....

This owner . . .

From the sound of the blast it's a PK pulse pistol and it LOOKS like one when I twist back and see the wielder....

But right now I'm more . . . taken aback by just WHO is holding it! And I realize just WHY the voice sounds so frellin' familiar!

"You're . . . me," I whisper softly, feeling something sweep through me besides shock....

"More or less," my twin purrs, looking more towards my captors than me. Adding emphasis to her command by zapping the "boss" who'd tried to dive for something in a drawer in his desk as HE screams for his "genltemen" to aid him.

Nobody comes running. Just silence. Nobody....answering his calls.

Somehow, this nixa seems to have neutralized his guards before coming here.... Somehow....

Might be able to get out of here alive and well after all!!

Stilll...

Stun blast. Guy collapses, unconscious. Don't think ugly knows, however, because he's sweating bullets and swallowing. He sees death here. His own....

My sister...?

Why . . . do I suddenly view this stranger as a family member like Nerri?!

Well, the Nebari woman here who . . . Well, she looks like she'd just LOVE to send this flunky to his death here and NOW.

"Chiana, I'd thought the plan was for you to hold them in place a little longer at gunpoint before now," another female voice says, as another person comes into the room.

Another blast and double ugly collapses, unconsious.

"Betty, they moved." my sister (Chiana?) purrs, not looking at ALL sorry. "Lucky that I'd resisted resetting the pistol to something a little more painful than stun! Sure wanted to!!"

Heh, cannot say I'd be sorry myself if I'd been in the same spot.... Sure wished that she HAD killed them, but I can tell (or guess) that while she'd deviated from the plan (another Chiana here means that somehow another Crichton's come along and come to save me?)... Well, she might have jumped a few steps, but no harm...

  1. "Uh, could you talk about plans later and get me out of these chains?" I asks, gesturing at my chains for emphasis.

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