"Look at these skies." Ryder whispered, her big brown eyes looking up and over.
Blues and greens, contrasted and cut through with the white and sleek of the ships. Space battles against nature, or in actuality - science battles against military. It is a tale as old as time. The old galaxy's main conflict was Biological VS Synthetic. Milky Way; Machine or Man, who do we prefer to be at the end of the day? More importantly - why must we choose? And the same question arises here, six hundred years away in Andromeda. Science, or military? Why must we insist upon choosing? If we only got a few beautiful places to look at inside the Milky Way, Andromeda more than makes up for the nightmare fuel that is the newly found race, the Angaran. Or better yet, the Kett. The Kett scared Ryder, but she would never admit it. Wouldn't dare.
Sara was outside with her friends. Vetra Nyx, her twin brother Scott. And of course, Cora. They had slept together a few months ago on the first planet founded. The first planet they marked as safe. She wondered about that night. Wondered if Cora thought about it. A small smile was shared between the two highly contrasted women. Sara Ryder looked up at the sky once more. "Meridian." She breathed out, like it was part of her now.
"You know, some people would give their entire left leg to see a sight like this." Gil Brodie spoke up. Her gay mechanic. She gave him a laugh and a nudge. She remembered just two weeks back in the engine core of the spaceship. Sara caught her twin brother and Gil Brodie. They were...well, needless to say. If they were playing Poker, then Gil was definitely winning.
"I'd give my right leg. My left leg is stronger." Vetra spoke up, her voice seeming to echo within itself. Sara let out a laugh at this, shaking her head. A high and tight ponytail swaying as she shook a 'no'.
"No way. Take one of the arms, that way you are still able to run around these mountains. Are they looping in on themselves?"
The squad of the Tempest all looked up at the mountains mentioned. Sure enough, like a scene from the old movie Inception, the mountains seemed to swing up and over, looping in on themselves. Like a mirrored image.
Sara began to jog on from the crashed Ark site. It was home now. But not for her. Never for her crew. The Tempest was her home. Cora and Vetra, they were her home. Her brother, her brother's fuck buddy Gil, even the damned Krogan they had on board. They were her home.
She danced across the rocks, not realizing some of her squadmates had followed her until she nearly fell into a big puddle of water.
At first, they were scared for her. She fell and plopped into the bright seafoam blue water. Sara freaked out briefly, worried it was toxic. Before she realized it was fine.
The monoliths had already been activated. The weather had already been fixed. Sara took off her outer plate of armor to reveal her white Alliance tank top underneath, now soaked clean through. Similar to any wet t-shirt, it showed all. Her breasts, perky and attentive. Nipples, happily greeting the cool air as Sara sat in the water to compose herself.
The skies. The looping mountains. The blue ass water. How the gravity was literally inversed. Sara leaned back against the water, letting it swallow her ears and part of her ponytail. She stared up at the sky as her breasts seemed to float above the water.
A low chuckle was heard bouncing across the water. "Heh, Heh, Heh." It was the Krogan. She tried to ignore him. He stood on the edge of the bright seafoam water. He was staring at her, no gawking. Like she was a piece of skag meat. She kind of liked it. Remained floating in the waters, staring up at the sky. While he stroked his own...ahem 'skag meat' to the sight of her.
Sara felt her tanned legs slowly floating open and the uniform-grade N7 undergarments slowly sliding off. She revealed her lower half to the Krogan now, watching as he stroked his fat slab of meat with a spiked tip. Like a bowser cock, similar to an alligator snapping turtle. He even pulled out his quad to begin fondling that as well.
The pathfinder let out a quiet little moan. Anticipating what he was planning to do with it. Before she had a chance to find out, Scott her twin brother quickly walked between them, breaking up the line of sight.
"Sara, will you get out of that dirty water? They need us back at the Ark. Something is....." Scott Ryder looked over at the Krogan from their crew who had been jerking it to the sight of his sister. A brief look of disgust followed by apology upon realizing a Krogan could headbutt him.
"Something is off." Scott explained. Sara jumped up and out of the water, halfway dressed but covered up enough to begin jogging down the pathways until the twins reached the crashed ark once more. Sara trying her best to cover up her front areas, perhaps peeking to the entire crew.
She walked in mid-conversation on Peebee and Jaal discussing the finds of Meridian so far. "Also, not to mention all the monoliths we passed." The asari spoke up.
Black concrete jutting out from dark overgrown earth, as if it had been trapped beneath the planet's surface for years and only just now popped through the ground to greet you. It's truly so beautiful. Missed opportunities are littered all throughout their old galaxy like this. Sara gave a smile, getting Peebee's attention. She placed her hands on her hips. Jaal spoke up first, however. "What has you so......smiling?" He asked.
Sara shook her head, causing Scott to respond instead. "Sara was giving our beloved Krogan a free show......now everyone knows who the pathfinder is." He scoffed, giving his sister a slight nudge before walking off to speak with the old pilot.
Sara hid her face briefly as Jaal moved to stand by her side. "He is such a grump since.....well, since waking up from cryo." He glanced up at Jaal, still not terribly familiar with angaran cultures. He had stared at her a lot throughout recent trips.
Peebee, forever the flirt, stole her attention away from Jaal by, what a surprise, hitting on her. "I wanna know who the pathfinder is. And I want the pathfinder to know all about who I am...." She teased, flashing her toned blue stomach as a joke.
Sara rolled her eyes and followed her friend into the newly built living quarters. Peebee didn't stay here, she preferred the escape pods. But Ryder took off her soaked shirt and began to change. Not quite caring that the asari was there. She had seen just about everything by this point.
The pathfinder looked around the tiny room. Not much privacy. But there was her big gray bed. A very hollow bookshelf that someone could see clean through. Oh, and of course there was the asari researcher who was head to toe in tight purple leather. Currently inspecting her coffee pot.
Sara, who was still shirtless, walked over to her computer desk. Files upon files. Dossiers littered against dossiers. Not to mention a ton of voice recordings and notes from her dad, now long passed. Also old notes from a researcher by the name of Dr. Liara T'Soni.
The pathfinder picked up a small relic. A toy, of sorts. Probably meant for a small pet of sorts, but she didn't have any pets in her room. Still shirtless, still a bit cold from laying in water, Sara held up the thresher maw toy. It definitely wasn't for a small pet of sorts. It was hidden away specifically for her.
Sara looked over at Peebee who was still distracted. So, she lay on the edge of the gray mattress and began pushing the thresher maw toy in and out of herself. Harder. And harder. And faster. Oh god, it felt so good.
