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This was actually inspired by the Star Trek Episode "Blood Fever". The difference is that it's set in the Mass Effect universe, there is no Klingon or Vulcans, and the effects are brought on by local flora! Still a fun write. Let us know if you like it! We appreciate all comments.
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"You know, I really can't
stand
sharing this damn ship with you any more!"
"You're telling
me?"
The woman in front of him shouted back at the top of her lungs. "Back the fuck off, you worthless little prick, before I shove you out the nearest airlock!" She pushed her foot forward, raising her fist as though getting ready to punch him.
He leapt at her, snarling in a way he thought he wasn't capable of. The bitch was
impossible!
He crashed into her, bringing her to the floor and locked her hands with one of his arms.
"Get...." She panted, kicking and kneeing at his body. "the fuck...
OFF ME, FUCKHEAD"
She loosed one of her hands, her surprisingly strong punch catching him square in the jaw.
His vision flecked and his head spun for a moment. He punched her back, striking her nose with a loud "crunch" That reeled her head to the side on the metallic floor of the ship. She grunted loudly in pain.
He grinned in triumph, quickly establishing a locking hold on her body. Below him lay Elizabeth Tah, his fellow scientist. She was of age with him, a young 29, but just like him she was brilliant for her young age.
Her features were a mix of South-american with Scandinavian influences, results of long generations of intermarriages and relations on earth. Her hair was a quite lovely shade of red-brown, and the body he held down was strong and full. The white scientist clothing, cut with a distinct marking and stripes of blue-and-gold which spoke of their allegiance, concealed what he imagined to be a class-A body.
If she had been the last female in the universe.
Even a Volus maiden would be more attractive then this bitch! Michael Qesson panted, catching his breath. They had been running, him trying to catch her with what she had stuck behind her belt. The multi-spectral analysis omni-tool he required for
his
experiment! Of course that wasn't really the extent of it. Not
really
.
He reached down to retrieve his valuable tool, searching the behind of her suit where pants met shirt...
...and caught her full-on facial strike with her forehead straight onto his chin.
Running steps from the corridor behind him only caught his attention through a haze of pain but he managed to hold on to the tool even with her tugging at it and shouting at him to let go.
"You two! This is ridiculous and disgraceful. What are you
doing?"
The avian-featured Turian crossed her arms below two protrusions that in humans would have been called breasts. "Get off her! If you want to fight each other, set up a sparring match and do it properly!"
His vision cleared. They held the tool with iron grips between them, each tearing at one end. He would never quite get used to the Turian view on fighting and bickering, he thought. Another human would have been aghast at the fact that he'd hit a female. Taera was just annoyed at their lack of discipline during the act of battling.
"He...tried to take...my....
TOOL!"
Elizabeth spat, pulling hard at the device he fought to hold on to. "Let go already!"
"You let go, you
cunt!"
"Infantile." The alien commented, glaring down at them. Her features gave her somehow a very....fierce and intense look. Also he remembered that she was older then both of them combined -- well over seventy earth years.
Michael slowed down a bit and noted Elizabeth doing the same. The woman even looked slightly abashed, her face slightly bruised. Both of them held the tool with iron grips however, refusing to let go entirely.
"Elizabeth. Can't you wait a few hours while Michael finishes his experiment until you need the tool? Is there nothing you can do in the meantime?"
"I suppose." The redhead grumbled after a moment, glaring up at him and then at the motherly Turian.
"Michael! Do you always attack and assault women like that? As far as I understand, if what you did had happened on a
human
ship..." she let it trail off, her plated visage grim.
Michael swallowed, thinking about the possible consequences of such an act.
Elizabeth grinned triumphantly. "Exactly! You shouldn't hit girls, moron!"
"You're more a keeper then a woman anyhow, Elizabeth. Women...are different. You wouldn't understand." He countered, grinning at her suddenly enraged expression.
"Both of you,
STOP IT!"
Taera screeched, her flanging voice quality making it a very impressive sound.
"
Curious observation:
Humans do like to fight, do they not?"
Ulsar had finally taken the lumbering steps to join them in the cargo hold of their small science vessel. The Elcor stood at least seven feet tall with four, lumbering and muscular limbs that supported it's body as it moved. It, like all of it's race, spoke in a dull, ponderous monotone, beginning every comment with a clarification of their inflection, mood or tone.
"All the time, it seems." Taera actually ground her sharp teeth slightly.
"
Thoughtful comment:
Perhaps it is an elaborate mating ritual, meant to select a compatible breeding partner, casting out incompatible and potentially unexciting prospects."
Michael was unsure whether he or Elizabeth blushed harder, looking at the Elcor as though he was completely insane.
Taera didn't bother to hide a vulpine smile, looking at them both. "That's true. The way they're positioned, you'd half expect her to tear his clothes off next. Or perhaps him to open her shirt." Her feral, reptilian smile grew.
"Wha...ne...
GET OFF, FREAK!"
Elizabeth sputtered, then screamed, fighting her way from under him and losing the grip on the valuable tool in the process.
He stood, grinning at her as he hefted the instrument. "Trust me, both of you. If there is any....
mating
to be done, Ulsar, I'd rather mate with you for two weeks then with" He jerked a thumb in the woman's direction "
that."
"
Shocked exclamation:
That is very inappropriate, Michael. You should not say such things to me, nor to her. She might take offence."
"Whatever." He grumbled. "She's disgusting."
"Don't worry" Elizabeth Interjected. "I'd rather fuck a bulkhead then let
that
guy get anywhere near me" She sneered at him. "Fucked any Grandmothers lately, Michael?" She sniffed loudly, gave him the middle finger and stomped off towards her quarters, pushing the door open via the access panel with a soft '
wsssh'.
Michael stared after her, until he noticed the looks the two aliens were shooting him. He sobered up and cleared his thought, drying some of the blood from his nose.
"You two really need to stop that. We're going to be out here for another three months. We can't work with the two of you fighting like
Gabak
runts for dominion." Taera told him, still frowning. "I thought as the two humans you'd be much more companionable.
"You have a lot to learn about humans." He replied dryly. "It's thanks to
her
that I didn't finish at the head of my class in the academy. She was too stupid for the experiment we were told to perform and her shoddy work caused it to fail. If not for her, I'd be in the Alliance working for Intel or something more exciting then
Fauna research-
" He growled.
"I know the story." The turian interjected dryly. "I seem to remember either of you telling it whenever it's time for dinner. I personally find her version where your...
fucking..."
she mimicked the human word oddly "... the class professor got you both the lowest grade much more endearing, Michael."
He felt himself flush.
"I don't think there's any race in the galaxy that condones sexual behaviour between student and teacher, you know." She commented dryly.
"I didn't..!" He began, glaring.
"Amused interjection: