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Published by eXtasy Books Look for us online at: www.extasybooks.com Champions of Terra Marks of Admar By Viola Grace To the Erotica Superfans!! You know who you are! It is you I write for, so thanks!! Chapter 1 arah sat quietly, meditating in the open air of the arboretum. The metallic steps sounded behind her, then stopped. Silence once again fell over the green oasis in the center of the space station. ?Hey Amy, take a seat. I?m almost done here.? Sarah straightened, then relaxed into the silence once again. Carefully steering her consciousness around her friend. Her mind touched the life pulsing softly in the trees and flowers, as they provided the necessary oxygen and filtration to the station. Each was a bright spot in the stillness of the space that served as the backdrop for the exotic and eclectic blend of flora. With her eyes closed, she identified each species by its living signal, the age by the brightness of that same signal, and it?s origin by the particular tint of the life energy. Sighing gently, she reeled her mind back into her body, and opened her eyes. The world around her seemed lacking in color after what she had just experienced. She resigned herself to living in the physical world, at least for now. ?So, Amy, why am I here?? She stood and turned to view her friend encased in the head-to-toe armor of the Alliance Negotiator. ?Nice to see you too, Sarah.? ?Sorry. There are way too many people on this damned station. This is the only place I can be alone for any length of time, and even then I can feel them moving around nearby.? Sarah shuddered and took a seat on one of the nearby benches and brushed the dirt from her robes. Her grey gloves did not absorb the dirt, but also did not do a great job of cleaning off the soil either. ?I sympathize. I really do. But here is an opportunity for you to get to wander around on an uninhabited world. All you have to do is put up with Professor Ridwal.? Sarah groaned, ?Oh, not that windbag! He?s the reason that I haven?t gotten any good assignments lately. That stupid Mdi disaster.? ?You were proven correct and his theories were debunked. You should be happy.? There was an amused tone to the metallic voice. ?How was I supposed to know that he had done a dissertation on the ?Brutal Mdi Empire?? No one tells me anything.? She slumped down in an aggrieved manner. ?It did stall his career for a while as well, but in the mean time he was able to blackball you with the Archeological Society. This assignment could remake your career.? Sarah paused and tapped her chin with one gloved finger. ?Ok, what have you got for me?? ?Well, remember when you tracked down Kyra for us?? ?Yes. I have never watched so much alien porn in my life. But yes.? She grinned up at Amy. ?Well, she had discovered the hidden jump co-ordinates for a planet called Admar. Admar was one of the first planets in the Alliance, if not the first, and the species of the Admaryn bore a startling resemblance to creatures of human myth and legend.? Negotiator Tyrell continued, ?The Alliance has put together a team to investigate the site and you?re on it.? ?Wow, what kind of species was it?? Her curiosity engaged, Alliance Reader Sarah Marks stood up and faced her friend directly. The metal gauntlets took her gloved hands in a firm grip. ?We aren?t sure, and besides, that would taint your findings. The Stalix leaves in two hours. Be on it.? Tyrell squeezed and shook her hands, then made her way out of the arboretum. As usual, Tyrell had only tantalized her with the information that she had given to Sarah. Left staring at nothing, Sarah shook herself to attention. ?Well, I had better get going then.? She quickly left the relative mental safety of the greenhouse making her way back to her quarters in only a few moments.A surprise of monumental proportions awaited her. The housekeeping robots had packed all of her clothing and effects. On her bed was a package of substantial size. Hands trembling with eagerness, she tore into the foil wrapping of the package, gasping with surprise and then laughing like a loon at the contents. Inside was an MP3 player with a selection of Terran music on the tiny menu, nestled on top of some of the brightest bras and panties that had ever been seen by human eyes. She carefully held up the bras and was amazed that they were in her size. Even on earth, she had had a rather difficult time finding bras that fit. It wasn?t that her breasts were abnormally large; rather, they were just on scale with the rest of her. For a human female, she was above normal in height and probably would not have been considered for the Alliance Sample Project if not for her empathy, as well as her talent for psychometrics. As she held the third brassiere up to her chest and admired the fabric in the mirror, her com beeped for attention. ?Hello?? ?OK Sarah, stop playing with your new toys and get onto that ship. The crewmen will be there in three minutes to pick up your luggage, so you had better tuck your new undies away.? The amused voice of Amy Tyrell was unmistakable. ?I wish you the best of luck, and hope that you enjoy your new assignment. Stay safe and be well, buddy. Come home in one piece. That?s an order.? ?Aye aye, Negotiator. I am not even going to ask you how you got this stuff. But thank you. Those damned restraint harnesses that the Alliance issued me are extremely uncomfortable.? An unmistakable giggle broke out of the com unit. ?I know it is the single largest black market item being smuggled off the earth to date. Apparently, it is a unique form of clothing.? ?You?re dealing on the black market now? Cool.? ?Hey, everybody needs a hobby and the Haldis Imperium is a wonderful place to find people to get you anything you want. Ok, enough idle chit-chat. Get moving.? ?Bye Amy, keep well.? Sarah waved at the screen. ?Bye Sarah, now get moving!? The armored visage disappeared and Sarah quickly stuffed the contraband into a new carryall. She carefully wrapped the MP3 player in the cup of one of the bras and stuffed it into the center of the bundle. Just as she was zipping up the new precious parcel, a knock sounded on the door to her quarters. She called out to allow entry, and three members of the Stalix crew entered her main room. They picked up the luggage sitting on the center of the floor as placed by the robots and one of them made a grab for her new carryall. ?No thanks, I have it.? She slung it over one shoulder, tugging her voluminous sleeve out of the way and smoothing the upper length of her glove to keep all available skin covered. ?As you wish. Please follow us Reader, we?re ahead of schedule and are going to take off as soon as you are on board.? The crewman was Ghirdalan and gestured for her to precede him out of the room, as the others made their way into the hallway. Well, she could take a hint, and clutching her contraband close to her body, she made her way out of her temporary quarters on the Nodak station. The halls were silent, but she could feel all of the living beings in the immediate vicinity. She straightened and steeled her nerves as they reached the more populated area of the station, the docking stations and repair berths. She fought the urge to grab the crewmen and shove them unceremoniously ahead of her, her discomfort was growing in direct proportion to the amount of beings in her vicinity. Her senses were humming with the urge to delve into their minds and emotions. Flashes of the histories of the various ships were flitting through her mind as she walked to the shuttle berth that held their means to board the Stalix. The Stalix was a warship with independent jump engines. It was part of the second largest class of ship that the Alliance had commissioned from the member worlds. It was able to jump from one point in space to another, physically existing in two places for a few seconds, then transferring in its entirety to the target point. As such, the pilots were chosen because they had the ability to make the journey seconds before the ship did, to confirm the safety of the jump site. They were hard-wired into the ship, and it provided all the nutrients that the pilots would need to repair their bodies after the trauma of a jump. The current pilot was a member of the Tival species, with over ten years of experience as a pilot directly wired into the ship. It was a lonely life, but very few pilots ever bemoaned their lack of personal mobility for the life among the stars. They considered themselves lucky to be chosen as there were only a few species that could han...
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