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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
April 20, 2401
“I disagree, brother.”
“Somehow I knew you would, Akoval. Well, let’s discuss this.”
The Shran Brothers had studied every little bit of fact related to Kara Grem’s horrible massacre. Each one had crossed the T’s and dotted the I’s on his own independent investigation report — one of their trademarks, which was part of their special “recipe” for success — and read the other’s report.
“We both agree that there was no normal way to access the cell without being seen or otherwise detected.”
“Yes, brother.”
“There was no way, even for a changeling, since at each of the three checkpoints, everything and everyone is scanned.”
“Yes. So the question became, not who killed the prisoner, but what.”
“Agreed. The manner of the assassination, similar to ancient Bajoran executions, suggests the killer is attached to ancient Bajoran values.”
“And the message carved on her chest suggests that she was punished for heresy.”
“Suggests, yes, but does not prove.”
“And that is where we disagree.”
“Yes, brother. I believe that this is nothing more than a mise en scène, a masquerade designed to conceal the real motive for the victim’s death.”
“You forget the verterons.”
“Part of the masquerade.”
“But why, brother? Once the girl was dead, why mount all this performance? Clearly her death is related to the theft of the Orb and its use to open a conduit in the Wormhole. Who but the Prophets could have arranged such a trip?”
“You forget the Kai and Captain Sisko are looking for a second Destitute. Maybe she has been killed because somehow she would be able to identify the real one, who seems destined to become the next Emissary.”
“And why the label right between her nipples, like in those ancient executions?”
“Obviously to discredit the one Emissary she contributed in bringing back.”
“Or to punish her for abducting her in the first place.”
“But then, how did the Lieutenant become a Bajoran?”
“She was obviously abducted, then operated on and reprogrammed to believe that she is the Emissary.”
“Or she IS the Emissary, and Captain Sisko is dead wrong!”
***
Taleria kissed very tenderly Sabrina’s lips.
Now both nude in Sabrina’s quarters, the two girls had first looked at each other for a while, appreciating how their morphologies were so much the same. They both had breasts — Taleria’s were more generous although just as perky — and wide hips, and their pubic areas also were perfectly assorted.
Then Taleria had initiated first contact with that kiss, being very careful to brush her breasts against Sabrina’s. Oh the warmth of those breasts, the perfume of her skin, her lips …
Now Sabrina took Taleria, very gently, in her arms, and pressed her body on hers, feeling Taleria’s sudden excitement. She kissed her back, playing with her lips, then she opened her mouth wider and let her tongue out. To her astonishment and pleasure, the little Romulan responded in kind, undulating with joy in her lover’s arms.
The encounter was now turning to pure ecstasy. The little Romulan knew exactly where to touch her to make her squirm, wiggle and moan all night long. Sabrina was now learning to reciprocate, with equal success. It was after all her first lesbian encounter with her “normal” body. But Taleria was obviously a very experienced lover, despite her very young age.
Oh she knew what to do, when to caress and when to pinch, when to lick, suck, kiss and nibble, and where. It seemed she was reading in her mind, following every nerve, every pulse, as she now started kissing her breasts, her belly, her navel, her lower abdomen, her p…
“Red alert! Captain Watson on the Bridge!”
Sabrina woke up in sweat, naked as she always slept now, but alone. She acknowledged the call, dressed up promptly and transported to the Bridge.
Damn, Sabrina, it is true she is a gorgeous girl, it is true the two of you are becoming good friends, but do not forget: she is your subordinate, and you cannot do that with one of your subordinates!
***
Onara and Sisko had kept walking. Onara was tired, but she would have walked many more days for the honor of being with the Emissary who had blessed her at her ih’tanu ceremony.
“Let’s go this way”, Sisko told her.
Onara followed. She was meditating on the Destitute Prophecy.
“She shall walk alone with the Emissary.”
She thought she had done that already, walking with Sabrina. But now she was walking with “the Sisko”, and obviously it had to be the accomplishment of that part of the prophecy.
“The Emissary will teach the Teacher of many.”
Yes, the girl had taught her many things, as she was the Kai, the “Teacher of many”, but “the Sisko” now was teaching her another history of Bajor …
“She will give of herself to the Destitute.”
She had shared her clothes with the young naked girl. What would she give to this one when they would find … him? her?
“Look!”
Onara obeyed. In front of them was now a large bush of fire, four meters wide all around, and about the same in height. And in that bush …
“Emissary, there is … someone in there?”
“Of course. His destitution is the worst any Bajoran can think of. Not only here, in these Fire Caves, is he separated from the Prophets, but he also is deprived of his second most important possession …”
“His freedom! Like we were during the Occupation! Oh my gods! He IS the Destitute! Emissary, we must help him!”
“I will go for him. You stay here and get ready to extinguish the flames.”
Sisko walked towards the bush. Onara had a flash at that instant.
“No, Emissary! It is I who will jump in the flames! It is what the Prophets expect of me!”
And, running in front of Sisko, she crossed the fiery wall …
***
Molly was really not used to Annie’s style of command, but she loved the idea of the both of them stripping to the waist in the holodeck and starting to fight.
Annie knew that of course her superhuman strength would force her to go easy on her opponent, but as she had told her:
“And anytime you need a good fight, you come to me and I’ll give you one!”
They both knew now was the time to shut up and fight. There would be no rule. The first one who could not stand up would be the loser.
Annie's heart was pumping wildly in her chest. Then, before she could evade it, Molly's fist hit her in her lower back side. Annie yelped and tried to hit back, but her arm went over Molly's head, who punched her belly with all her strength and made the blonde fold in two. Molly used that time to smack her three times in the face with all her might.
Annie was on the floor, her arms perpendicular to her body. Molly thought to kneel on her and keep beating her up, but she knew that it was not the smart way to fight. She had to keep out of Annie’s reach until she had a good chance to hit her where it hurt.
Annie stood up. Obviously, she had underestimated her opponent. She would not be as nice this time. She was still groggy from the first round, and it took only two punches to land her on the mat again. She jumped back up. Maxine then planted her nails into Annie’s belly, breaking the artificial skin. Then she punched her again, this time missing her face and hitting her left shoulder with all her might. Annie bit her lips not to scream, then fell back to the floor. She breathed heavily for a few seconds, then started to stand up again.
Molly was overexcited now. She felt her blood rushing through her veins and she screamed at the top of her lungs:
“GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
And at that moment the red alert sounded.
