Voided Stace

Posted on 30 Sep 2015 @ 12:17pm by Commander (La) Flektor Stace

542 words; about a 3 minute read

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Flektor Talixa gulped down the last of his scotch as the familiar burn seared his throat. He liked it. It was more akin to nacelle exhaust but he considered it any port in a storm. He sat staring across the bar at the shelves of liquor that promised to take the edge off his sadistic urges. He spied a blue brandy which he pointed to with his glass as the barman lifted it off. "As long as you keep paying," the guy said to Flektor, "you can have what you like. But this is one of the more potent recipes I keep."

"Make it a double, then," the Trill sneered. As the liquid sloshed about his glass, the door to the bar opened and another Trill sauntered into the room. She oozed a sexual confidence that immediately caught Flektor's attention as he knocked back the drink and then, without missing a moment, pulled the stool beside him out for her to sit. The bar was empty and Norvi Stace raised a small smile as the sound of the stool dragged across the floor.

"Suffering for company?" she asked as she noticed his spots. "And we always like to stick to our own, don't we?" She took a seat and then nodded to the barman. "I'll have what he's having. And he'll pay."

Flektor immediately felt aroused at her confidence and just nodded his acceptance. "We're both a long way from home," he said as he swiveled his stool to face her.

"I'm always home," she said as she twisted her chair to his. "You're not Joined, are you?" she questioned with a purse of her lips after studying his features. "I can tell."

He furrowed his brow. "How so?"

"Your eyes lack that sparkle. The knowledge of lifetimes upon lifetimes of satisfaction and desire. Of lust and emotion. Of life." She turned to nurse her drink and then swashed it back quickly. "Tasty."

Something erupted inside of him. A surge of wanting and loss. Of anticipation of what it must feel like to have experienced so much and to have conquered time and yet not to have it himself. He looked the woman over. She seemed so perfect. So in control and so satiated. Flicking his attention inwardly he realised how much he was lacking. And the potential of being joined. "How about we get out of here," he said as he placed a tentative finger on her thigh. "I may not have lifetimes of experience but I know a trick or two."

The corner of her mouth turned upwards. He wasn't bad looking but she chased the dragon to the end and never wasted an opportunity for pleasure. She slid the stool back and stood.

"My place isn't far from here," he added as he joined her on her feet. As she turned and made for the door, little did Norvi Stace know that this would be her last encounter before Flektor ripped the Symbiont from her failing body. The Stace Symbiont would pass to another, to Flektor, but not through the usual channels. She took his hand as he led her out of the bar and on to her death.

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Flektor Talixa
Un-Joined Trill
PNPC NORVI STACE

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