Lorei Corben
CSNS Spirit of Adventure
Lorei drew to a stop as she reached the rest of the group of assembled pilots. As her optics glided across the assembled faces and her other senses took them in, recognition dawned; the lanky, feathered form of a male Zarrah-Kul. This one was etched well into her older memories, and she couldn't help but smile, the graphics of her eyes turning to a happy crescent.
"Anka," she called out as the captain moved away. "It's been a long while; I'm glad to see you here". Her attention shifted across faces and she had another surge of recognition as her eyes fell upon the pretty Lepizari currently engaged in conversation with a female human who seemed almost to be hiding her appearance. She recognised the Lepizari immediately - and well she should; the rabbit-like woman had got 'hands-on' with the synth's body in ways that very few people other than lovers or surgeon/mechanics had. Mii had tended desperate repairs to Lorei's body and likely saved her life in the process. It had been the basis of a friendship that had been somewhat at a distance, but friendly nonetheless. She smiled and waved to Mii once the Lepizari's gaze moved her way, but not moving to interrupt her conversation.
She gazed around further, hefting her bag on her back and adjusting the pack strapped around the base of her tail, until-
Her gaze landed on the only Mon'nnari that was there. That the horned, cloven-hoofed woman was there at all was enough of an unusual thing; there were barely a handful of the species at large within Confederation space, and even less of them in the military. But this woman.
Her appearance was exotically enchanting; beautifully scarlet eyes and dark hair. Dusky skin contrasted with gleaming jewelry and a fit, firm figure that was still enthrallingly feminine. Had Lorei had breath, it would have taken it away; instead it sent a surge through her bodies' systems.
...And a stream of frantic questions and thoughts as she looked at that beautiful face. Recognition, but no understanding of why, or where or who. Memories of touch, and closeness, but not of context, no understanding of how these moments had happened, where or how. What was the history of those moments, how had she ended up close to this woman, when had they been together-
She pressed one three fingered hand to her head-visor, the displays of her eyes flashing orange and screwed up closed. Her long tail lashed and she let out a strained groan as the cybernetic equivalent of a migraine crashed into her brain module.
CSNS Spirit of Adventure
Lorei drew to a stop as she reached the rest of the group of assembled pilots. As her optics glided across the assembled faces and her other senses took them in, recognition dawned; the lanky, feathered form of a male Zarrah-Kul. This one was etched well into her older memories, and she couldn't help but smile, the graphics of her eyes turning to a happy crescent.
"Anka," she called out as the captain moved away. "It's been a long while; I'm glad to see you here". Her attention shifted across faces and she had another surge of recognition as her eyes fell upon the pretty Lepizari currently engaged in conversation with a female human who seemed almost to be hiding her appearance. She recognised the Lepizari immediately - and well she should; the rabbit-like woman had got 'hands-on' with the synth's body in ways that very few people other than lovers or surgeon/mechanics had. Mii had tended desperate repairs to Lorei's body and likely saved her life in the process. It had been the basis of a friendship that had been somewhat at a distance, but friendly nonetheless. She smiled and waved to Mii once the Lepizari's gaze moved her way, but not moving to interrupt her conversation.
She gazed around further, hefting her bag on her back and adjusting the pack strapped around the base of her tail, until-
Her gaze landed on the only Mon'nnari that was there. That the horned, cloven-hoofed woman was there at all was enough of an unusual thing; there were barely a handful of the species at large within Confederation space, and even less of them in the military. But this woman.
Her appearance was exotically enchanting; beautifully scarlet eyes and dark hair. Dusky skin contrasted with gleaming jewelry and a fit, firm figure that was still enthrallingly feminine. Had Lorei had breath, it would have taken it away; instead it sent a surge through her bodies' systems.
...And a stream of frantic questions and thoughts as she looked at that beautiful face. Recognition, but no understanding of why, or where or who. Memories of touch, and closeness, but not of context, no understanding of how these moments had happened, where or how. What was the history of those moments, how had she ended up close to this woman, when had they been together-
She pressed one three fingered hand to her head-visor, the displays of her eyes flashing orange and screwed up closed. Her long tail lashed and she let out a strained groan as the cybernetic equivalent of a migraine crashed into her brain module.