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Eteru Zvonimir
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on Wed Nov 04, 2020 11:31 am
Lincoln could agree on the notion that the Welkin, notably the Zeidaen were quite arrogant. They were quite the dysfunctional bunch. This Ceraunius seemed to be the worse out of them and he was apparently the chief of the household. Still it was a bit fascinating that they lived so long. So while he’s not on the same wavelength as Tulam, he could agree with his general thoughts. He did give a nod to the other thing he was expressing. “I know I have to do this regardless, but I do want to say I’m willing to get you something to eat.” The challenge of that was finding a middle ground to do so. Perhaps connect with a bunch of people in a network and have slivers of their soul be sapped to Tulam over time? Nah, Tulam would want whole food and not the pickings. They’ll think of something later.

He gave a wry grin to the flick. Giving a short chuckle before responding. “I did say you were the professional here.” He then listens to Tulam. There wasn’t much else to say given Tulam was far more experienced at this. Besides the Psion was having fun and he may very well sour the mood somehow. “You’re a natural at this Tulam, which is a given of course. That said, it does sound good.”

Hearing the second thing Tulam wanted was somehow more daunting then the first. At the very least he knows the general location of Tulam’s prototype. But millennium old bones amidst the ether winds? They could be as far as Hadast for all he knows. He’ll still do it of course. It’s not the first wild goose chase he was sent on. “Quite the tall order, friend. I can’t really complain obviously. At the end it’s a bit of a fun challenge to hunt them down.” Lincoln was after all a wanderer.

Meanwhile his mundane self was very pleased with what Alcra suggested. “A delightful idea my beloved Watrike. Recruiting people to our cause must be done smooth and slowly. Plucking them out of their lives right away raises too much suspicion. That said I know a place we can show her what her true purpose in life is. And I’m sure our darling Lucy here would love to let us use her estate.” He gave a sultry look to his pale sister. Lovingly rubbing her arm.

Lucy was ecstatic at the notion of giving Lincoln her place. It made her feel honored that her abode was considered worthy of being used as a place of enlightenment. “Everything I own is yours my brother. Always has been.” Her obedience was rewarded when Lincoln leaned in to give her a deep, passionate kiss. Lucy felt like she could melt in Lincoln’s arms.

Giving Lucy one last kiss he got himself up to the driver seat. Settling then he then reached out with his influence. The Anubite lass, so blissfully unaware of what is about to happen. Is blindly struck with a wave of otherworldly power. Inducing her into a state that seems similar to being ‘blackout drunk’. It felt good to feel himself being soaked into the Anubite’s body. He could even hear the rhythmic beat of her heart. The air moving in and out her lungs. Even feel her synapses firing. In a brief moment he mused at how durable yet fragile the body was before he kept dragging the Anubite mind down into that pleasurable fog. Once Alcra got the ‘drunk’ Anubite to the taxi he would drive them off to Lucy’s rather fancy adobe that she manage to claim on Javalus a long while ago.
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on Thu Nov 05, 2020 2:47 am
Tulam smirked, "A meal is all I need. Doesn't need to be anything special, but it would be preferred. Maybe we'll find some criminal or the like. Or, based on your libido, the husband of a woman you find yourself interested in. That'll be amusing if that happens. But as you can guess, no half measures. I don't take leftovers." He then gave a nod, "I am the true professional here, it is true. I am both a natural and a trained master. Experience makes true power, vessel. Talent is useful but it only gets one so far. Remember that. Regardless, in that case I'll keep going with the peace idea. Give her an aura of calm and peace, that sort of lovely peace one gets in a nice garden or the like. Perhaps do something along the lines of making her appear more trustworthy with a smile. Quite silly, but it is a power. Oh, I could add a siren type voice! That's fun. Or maybe..."

His thoughts trailed off before he looked back to Lincoln, "Oh, if you don't know where to look for my bones, just start searching! Can't be too hard, perhaps they're in museum or the like. But with your little batch of sisters and servants, you have people you can send out to search for information. Utilize that. And find my bones! Specifically the left arm if you can. Oh and the spine too."

The Anubite did get rather noticeably debilitated, falling back further in her seat as she became quite docile and phased out. Alcra walked over, and she put on her acting. In a rather convincing fashion she approached the Anubite as a friend would, waving a hand in front of her face and sighing, speaking audibly, "Oh goodness, you've managed to drink too much again, have we? Come on, there's a taxi over there, let's get you home to rest. I'll get your stuff too, don't worry. Come on, I'll chew you out properly for doing this again later, after you get some rest." With that, Alcra lifted the Anubite over her shoulder, holding her there with one arm. With her free hand she grabbed the Anubite's bag, carrying it with her. She seemed to have been convincing enough, as after some glances the nearby onlookers returned to their own business. It was odd to see a Watrike, as they weren't exactly common, but her being in armor was normal for what Watrike did walk around, and Watrike certainly were the type to take a friend home after they got drunk. Watrike did have a reputation for despising alcohol due to its effects on the mind, and certainly would cut a friend off. 

Once the Anubite was laid down in the back seat, Alcra signaled for Lincoln to start driving. She then also started looking around in the bag, finding a small card. Looking it over Alcra nodded, "Her name is Falai Argen, seems to be working as a security guard. She has a gun in here as well, a heavy plasma pistol. Likely knows how to use it as well. But you did a good work on her, my lord. She's quite out of it. Certainly acting drunk. You should be able to do plenty with her before she comes to."
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on Thu Nov 05, 2020 3:52 pm
Lincoln gave a smirk in return, “And here I was thinking of getting you something special to commemorate our progress so far.” He teased the Psion before brushing the subject aside. “A Museum is always a good start for searching stuff like this. Aztecha is said to have a really good online catalogue so I‘ll give that a check.” Letting tulam have his fun with no distractions he walked back to their shared study. Sitting down in the chair he brought up the search engine on his laptop.

Typing in the name of the company it gave him a page of results. The top being the company webpage. Clicking that he looked for their catalogue. Finding it he went to advance search to filter the results a bit. Then he typed in the word Psion Remains to see what comes up. He doubts there will be a singular result, let alone a low likelihood that it’s even Tulam’s. But it helps to always check. If nothing comes up, he’ll just look for something that could be a good lead.

Meanwhile his physical self ignited the engine again. The airspeeder took off into the sky. Getting to a steady altitude as they head towards Lucy’s residence he glances to the rear view mirror. Falai was just as nice looking as from afar. She had a lovely body. Everyone, well those with similar tastes as him, love the body that security guards develop. Nice and thick. And she has lovely, full breasts.

It was sinfully erotic to think that bystanders will never know that was the last time they will ever see Falai. Because the one who’ll come back will be a Falai molded by his hands. The sense of domination thrilled him. Smiling, he gave a glance to Lucy, “How do you think about our catch, Luce?” He asks. Using her old childhood nickname.

Lucy was notably pleased that he remembered that pet name before giving an affirming gesture, “I’m always happy my dear brother. Falai should be honored that you chose her. Thankful even that you’ll wake her up to her true purpose. She belonged to you before she was even born. Just as everyone else around us.”

Those were pleasant words to her. Although it reminded him of something from her memories. When she first met the Welkins, specifically Lord Aidoneus. She pleaded for the master of death to possibly reach out to him. Only to his surprise that he couldn’t For his being was supposedly too extensive to wake up. Any attempt to do so would be the equivalent to trying to wake up a mountain with a twig.

The presence of his soul was so large in fact that the only reason he could even sense in the first place was by using Lucy’s soul. She has an eleventh etheric cord that had seemingly connected to nowhere. But by following that as a reference, it was connecting to the space around them. Later he was still intrigued by the phenomenon that he sent his lieutenant Pethaíno to head into Auinozoaun to check something.

That universe is cold and empty. To say how long is pointless, for time has become meaningless there. Everything had decayed into nothingness. Entropy stopped increasing because that cosmos cannot get any more disordered. Nothing happens, and it keeps not happening. Forever. Because of this, it was far more easy to sense things that are not natural due to how much it contrasts with an empty universe. Pethaíno came back and shared his findings to Lucy as well. There were traces of Lincoln’s being even there.

It was both fascinating and scary for Lincoln to learn that. The great unknown always did to a wanderer like him. And it made him grateful that he found Tulam. Because he wouldn’t be anywhere near this stable without him. Not to mention more knowledgeable about the arcane aspects of creation than him.

All in all, one small thing at a time. “Sweet words my love, I feel Falai will be a great addition to our little group. Speaking of, Luce. When we get to your place why don’t you and Alcra get to know each other a bit while I spend time with Falai?” His sister gave affirming praise in response. Visibly happy to get to know someone who is an extension of her brother’s will. The sexual nature was an added bonus of course.

They finally arrived to Liucy’s place. Parking on the landing pad he got out and headed to the passenger door. Opening it he leaned in to scoop up Falai in a princess carry. Lucy got out and used a device to unlock the doors. Letting Lincoln carry her into the dining room . Once his sister was inside she would wait idly for Alcra. Waiting for her instructions on what to do next.

Lincoln meanwhile went over and set Falai on the table. Taking a moment he stepped back to take in her motionless body. It made him aroused to see her defenseless. He could guess a lot of people at the pub fantasize about getting their hands on her lovely form. Too bad she’s his now. He went to start peeling her clothing off. Placing aside her hat he had to contort body her a bit. Placing her legs over one shoulder he grabbed her waistband and pulled her pants off but left the panties. Letting her legs dangle over the table he reaches up to push her arms up before pulling her shirt up over her head. Freeing it he tossed it to the pile.

Taking a step back again it dawned on him that clothing was more hotter than simply being naked all the time. It’s so fun to undress people. Like opening up a present. The strain in his pants urged him to stop ogling and get to it. His clothes disperse into motes of photons as he grip her legs to scoot her further up the table. Then he climbed up onto his knees. He rolled Falai onto her stomach. And then grab her hips to pull her ass up by making her go on her knees.

He smiled at Falai's big butt. Giving it a few playful smacks. Falai was still out of it. Once he started to massage that Jackal butt he flows more of his essence into her. Tweaking her very being to be the same as the rest of his harem. Making her nerves so sensitive that if he wanted to, make her explosively orgasm just by giving her butt cheek a clap. Of course that’s not really practical outside of naughty activities. So it was fortunate he can control their body sensitivity with a thought.

Stroking her tail he murmured to her, “Such a sexy thing. You’ll wake up to a whole new you.” Pulling her panties down he then took a hold of her butt. Not wasting another moment he started to rail into her. Hitting her womb nice and deep. Feeling he’s not fucking the Anubite hard enough he reached up to grab her arms. Pulling her body up slightly as he pulls on her arms to get her nice and deep. Falai’s head loll around on her neck. Her tongue hanging over her open mouth.

Lincoln let out a long pleasant moan as he ruts into Falai. His essence remodeled her very soul. All of her memories were being rewritten to make a narrative that everything up to this day was preparation to serve her master. That this was her destiny. Every night in her life she dreamed of serving him in all forms. And now he was here, unlocking her to her true self.

Lowering her jiggling body down he moved his hands back to her butt. Bringing the tempo of the fucking to a lower pace her look over to watch how well Alcra was getting along with Lucy.

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on Fri Nov 06, 2020 4:25 am
In his searches, he would indeed find that there were plenty of results for Psion Bones, as many had been recovered in the Psion Invasion of Iammelon. However, Anubite attention to historical detail would come in great use here, as while there were many bones, the Anubites were also quite careful in categorizing where the individual skeletons had come from, and doing their best to identify the Psion they once were. So first he could narrow it down to Psion bones recovered on Avalantus, as that was of course were Tulam had gotten his body killed. There were still a few of those, but quite handily he would find that a museum here on Javalus actually held a set of bones that were recovered from a fallen space station the Psions had in orbit over Avalantus. While the Anubites had been unable to identify the specific identity of the Psion in question, they had figured out it had the "Run" name. With Lincoln's extra knowledge, he would be able to know that this lined up quite well with Tulam. His skeleton was in a museum on this very planet, quite handy.

As Tulam continued to work on Lily, he continued to speak, as of course he wasn't the sort to be quiet, "I just need to get close to the bones. I would prefer to take the whole skeleton, but oh well. Might be too much complication, and frankly I just need what is inside them. Although, I should inform you of a few things I've figured out, vessel. As I am sure you could have guessed, I've been trying to find a way out of you. It's not because I dislike you, but I do wish I could actually move my soul, instead of being stuck. However, I have begun to learn more about why I can't get out. Now I had some suspicions, but I am fairly certain this is supposed to be like a control seat. I don't know any of the controls, since I seem to be lacking the key that would both grant me better control and an exit, but I can surmise a few things. First of all, there's a way for me to play around with your little consciousness thingy. A way to tap in, I think. Second, there's a number of strange protocols here that the driver is supposed to be able to use that I believe would effect you. I can't tell what they do however. Third is something that combines them both, it looks to be a blacklist of sorts! A way to assign certain things and make them completely invisible to your senses. I can't read it or modify it, but it's not empty. Somebody wanted to make sure there were things you'd never be able to perceive. I can't change the list without a key however, so that ain't changing. But keep it in mind. You could quite literally be blind to certain things. And I do mean literally. This blacklist seems to go for all of your senses, not just your magical one. Fortunately, that wouldn't impact me. Or your servants, I guess. Now if I were to surmise some of the contents, I'd guess whatever Entity that made you is on the list, means you'd never be able to find them except when it decides it wants you to see it. I'll look around in your sisters too, maybe they have this sort of thing in them as well. It would be clever after all to include on this list the presence of any other lists like it. Plus it would explain why even if you searched you wouldn't be able to find anything. A handy defense mechanism. But that won't stop me! Maybe I'll figure out how to take things off the list too, that'd be handy. I'll take a look after I finish this job." He was of course referring to Lily, whom he was making very good progress on.

Back in the real world, Falai was of course defenseless to the changes, and so they began to take effect. The Anubite's mind and memories were being handily remolded, and in the physical world her body showed some of the changes with her tail beginning to wag a little. She was still too out of it to speak, but it did seem she was quite handily converted. As for Alcra with Lucy, the Watrike of course accepted the suggestion. She calmly removed her armor, and spoke to Lucy, "Consider this preliminary training, of the same sort your other sisters have gotten." Once Alcra had fully removed her clothing and Lucy had done the same, she would lift up the smaller Human with her hands to pull her into a kiss. While still in that embrace, she moved them over towards the table, with Alcra taking a seat. She would then break the kiss to direct Lucy's attention to her breasts, as those were two big pearls that each member of the harem would have to get acquainted with.
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on Fri Nov 06, 2020 4:40 pm
This was one of those times he feels this has to be the work of an invisible hand of fate. The Museum was even in the same city as them. In a way he felt a bit robbed but won’t complain. It does save him from what could have been a multi month long treasure hunt across distant stars. Oh well, glory to the power of the internet. He starts to brew up some ideas in getting it as he browses through the related articles. From his read through Lucy’s memories he knows she is connected to Aztecha and is a friend of Montezuria. An element that he can take advantage of. They’ll head in there with Lucy in the lead with Alcra and Falai serving as convincing security detail. His job will be to take care of anyone that can prove a liability. And if possible, find someone to join their little harem.

Glancing through the doorway out to the laboratory he spoke out to Tulam, “I may have just found your bones, coincidentally they just happen to be in a museum nearby. With what we have we can get very close to them.” It was a slight surprise that he didn’t want the actual skeleton. He was imagining that he wanted to take them to try to rebuild his body from it. “Very well.” That aside it didn’t bother him too much anymore that Tulam wanted to actually move around. Just because he was a Psion it doesn’t make it not relatable.

Listening to Tulam findings were rather interesting. Most of it made logical sense. When his physical self first dispersed he had those protocols in him for over a decade or so. Thus they would have carried over with him. And putting a blacklist into him made perfect sense. Anyone would want to be invisible to someone who is supposedly all-seeing. And it was safe to say his sisters have the blacklist in them as well. After all, who wouldn’t want to make sure their powered set of lab rats doesn’t find them in retribution.

Beside that he gave a nod to his comment about tapping into him. “I feel you could draw upon something from my consciousnesses. One of my sisters, Luna, seems to have been doing that already. As I say that, that was probably your first clue. Beside that, there does seem to be different elements in my body. Like how my physical self has blood and bone. There is a well of primordial energies that feels like...sweat Is the closest I can describe to it. It feels like a byproduct rather than being something that I’m aware that I’m generating it.”

Back on the mundane place his physical self was fully aware in generating loads of his essence. Stuffing Falai’s womb with his love. He was being a bit experimental in his naughtiness again. Making changes to his own physical form to spice up the sex. One being inspired by a popular anatomically incorrect trope in hentai where a man can generate excessive amounts of his essence. He did enjoy the sight of his essence pooling down from her rear like a waterfall when he pulled out.

Then he found it to make things too messy. Seems some things are better as pure fantasy. With a thought he made his leaking essence turn into nothing but photons. Giving Falai’s butt a sharp slap he watched in amusement as he made it trigger a powerful orgasm in the Anubite. Her spasms and quivers made her fall down on her side. Juices squirting out of her like a fountain.

A fun idea came to Lincoln. With a thought he tinkered with the nature of the gravitons around Falai. The intention was clear when he managed to lift her up simply by holding up her leg. He made Falai’s body be immune to the gravitational pull of the planet. Making her weightless. Gently spinning around so that she’s upside down facing him. Using his power to clean her core he then hugged her tightly to him. Burying his face deep between her thighs as he ate her out like a thirsty man who had been traveling across Tombuiron’s desert for many days. Down south, as a result of the location of things. Something nice and hot entered Falai’s gaping mouth. Which she would then begin to subconsciously suck on. He was fine with her sleepy tongue as his priority was elsewhere.

Thanks to the weightlessness he can roam his hands all over her fine body without the indeed to support her. All the while he made the finishing touches in Falai’s soul. A new trophy manifesting in his trophy room. Lastly he flips through her relations to see if she knows someone enticing. And an enticing bod he did find. An Locip who is Falai’s superior in their security department. All he needed was one look to know who he wanted next.

He did some more tinkering with Falai. So when she wakes up she will be eager to help him when he tells her what he wants. Make her fantasize him taking the Locip in whatever place from the locker room to her office and simply breaking her in with her cock. Falai would know that the Locip was not a superior but had to act like she was. Waiting for her master to one day come to show the Locip that her place is on her knees like the slave she was born to be.

Lincoln eventually got his full of Falai’s love. Restoring Falai’s gravity he gently eased her down on the table. He let out a satisfied breath as he went off the table to take a seat next to the table. Petting Falai’s pretty head he looked over to watch his other lovers. Lucy sensually strips her clothes off to please Alcra. It was hot to see Alcra pick her up for a passionate kiss. And Lucy seems to lovingly accept it. In a way she was turning out to be as if not more, obedient than Lana.

Alcra came over to sit on the chair beside him. Giving him a good view of their nude forms grinding against each other. Lucy followed the gesture and went to passionately kneads Alcra’s breasts. Squeezing them nice and tight as she sucks on them hungrily. Sending pleasurable shivers through Alcra’s body. Lincoln’s gaze went downward. Taking enjoyment in how lovely her onyx hair looked as it falls over her milky body like a velvet shroud. He could see her cute little butt.

Wanting to be involved he reached a hand over. Once upon a time he was a bit skeptical about anal play when he learned during his early days at a club that the stool actually hangs out higher in the body, above the anus and rectum in a section known as the sigmoid colon. In reality, if you eat healthily and get enough fiber for regular, bulky stools, this should be enough to keep the anal canal clean for play. So he didn’t need to use his powers to clean anything for him to insert his fingers somewhere naughty. Causing Lucy’s body to give a quake of pleasure at the surprise stimulation but she manages to keep focus. A moan reverberated through Alcra’s breast as Lucy kept sucking on it.

He kept his other hand brushing Falai’s cheek. Looking over to said Anubite he leaned over to give a kiss on her forehead. Lifting his head up so he was looking down at her face. He uses his influence to wake her up. The first thing she’ll see when she opens her eyes will be his smiling face. “Hello, love. Did you have a restful sleep my darling Jackal?.” He huskily spoke. Reaching up to lovingly knead her breast to send delightful shivers across Falai’s body. “I’m happy to have finally found you, Falai. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
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on Sun Nov 08, 2020 4:50 am
Tulam got rather amused at the news, "Really now? Well, isn't that a turn of good luck! How fortunate we won't need to go on some grand adventure to retrieve them. Also a bit of a shame, such an event would've provided much. There could have been excitement, intrigue, and all that jazz. But really this is far more convenient. However yes, I only need to get close. There's something inside the skeleton I want, you see. Data chips! I chipped myself, and the data in those chips holds some important info I'll need in order to restart my work. Its a lot of my various notes, you see. The things I would need in order to restart my last bits of work."

He then shrugged, "Waste products from runoff power. I'm aware of it. No use to me. Psions rely on more useful energy and sources of power, not waste. I'd far prefer consuming another batch of soul stuff and memories to augment my understanding of the universe. Although I suppose it is something to look into, might be more to it than I first expected. I'll keep investigating. In case I learn anything I deem you should know, I'll tell you. In other news, the new subject is coming along well. Should be about done when you get back to your ship from your current horndog quest. I will tell you ahead of time they'll be somewhat weak for the first couple days, a little confused. You'll have to reinforce the crafted memories with some actual, lived experiences. This is why I've always preferred modifying existing memories, completely artificial memories lack a certain deal of power. Worthless for magic as the emotions are fake, and brains often struggle to grapple with entirely false memories. Of course my craftsmanship is the finest, so there will be little of the usual issues, but you'll still need to do the legwork. The false memories will only find full acceptance with some real memories to ground them. After the rough initial stages you should see an increase in effectiveness and stability, and then later on it'll be as if she was that way from the start."

Back out in the real world, Alcra finally moved Lucy off her breast and directed her further downwards. That was another region she would have to get quite familiar with after all, in regards to both Alcra and really all the rest of the women of the ship. Good for her to get some experience down there nice and early. 

As for Falai, she finally awoke and regained a good degree of her senses. Her memory reshuffling and tinkering had generally settled into her mind, changing who Falai was. So when she opened her own eyes to see Lincoln, she smiled and her tail wagged. She quickly kissed him back before leaning back to speak, "Restive and enlightening! I'm glad to finally find my way to your arms, my lord! Where do we go from here? Are we gonna got get Vita?" Vita was the Locip Lincoln would've gleamed from the Jackal's memory.
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on Sun Nov 08, 2020 2:25 pm
Lincoln was a bit skeptical that those chips would still be in the bones considering how long it has been in the system. Sure, he supposed it could be sophisticated enough to go undetected. Either way it’s still worth the trip to check it out. At least they won’t have to steal it. He then shook his head slightly to the next thing he said. “It’s not waste. More like parts of an engine. Interlacing systems that function on their own with no need for my direct focus. Luna is using two of them. What they are, I don’t know yet. It does sound something worthwhile to investigate.” He gave a snort to the horndog comment. There was no comeback since Tulam was a hundred percent right that it was mostly fueled by horniness. He gave a smile through the doorway to Tulam. “That’s great to hear, Tulam. I’ll certainly do my part of the work to get her through these next couple days.”

Back to the horndog quest. Lincoln returned the kiss with a kiss of his own. “Of course my gorgeous Jackal. You and Vita are destined to serve me together.” His hand went further down her body to rub her nicely toned navel. “Such a nice, healthy body. You took care of yourself well. And I enjoy that. Everyone in general really should aspire to be in tip top shape. And not take shortcuts when it comes to beauty. I suppose I’m a supporter of the natural side of things.” Giving Falai one last kiss, deeper this time, he sat up from his chair.

He looked over to his darlings. “We just need to satisfy your sisters in bondage.” Smiling in a sultry manner he stepped over. Lucy bending over made her stick out her pale posterior more. Stepping over he spread her cheeks. Using his power to alter her rectum a bit. Making it temporally sensitive as her nethers and strengthening the walls due to them not being as strong as the canal down south. Ensuring there is no possible pain to be caused. He went in slowly before escalating it into an primal tempo.

Lucy’s body deliciously quivers as he plows her deeper between Alcra’s thighs. Despite the pleasure jack-hammering her skull she still manages to dutifully eat Alcra out. Even when her body begins to jolt in delight as Lincoln starts to spank her butt with his palm, reddening it. Lincoln looked back over to Falai. “Go give Alcra a proper greeting. Her breasts are aching to be played with, isn’t that right my beloved Watrike?” Sure enough the Watrike’s breasts will feel heavy and tense as per his word.

He then gave a hiss of pleasure. Thrusting into Lucy one last time he holds it there while he grips onto her hip. Ensuring that her walls will wrench out every last drop. In that moment he was lucid enough to trigger powerful orgasms in all three of his beloved, even if one of them wasn’t being stimulated.

Pulling out he went to clean himself off then recreating his clothes. He helped Lucy up into his arms. Hugging her as he passionately makes out with her. Sucking off the sweet Watrike juices off her face for her. And he went back to kissing her deeply. Their tongues wrangling with each other. Their bodies grind and mold against each other. And Lincoln will keep kissing his sister till both Alcra and Falai get dressed. It was a bit tempting to give in to the rising heat but Lincoln kept composed. He was a bit reluctant to finally pull away to let her go get clothes on again.

Looking at his three beauties he spoke up. “Let's head out ladies. We’ll be stopping by Vita’s place to pick her up so Falai you’ll lead us to her. Next stop will be getting to Lana. She’s on the way to a museum. I have a favor to pay over there. A friend of mine wants some data chips in a set of Psion bones. On the side I get an inkling that we’ll find the next addition to our family. After that we can head back to the ship!”

With that said he leads the group out back to the airspeeder taxi. Lincoln took the wheel once again. Lucy would sit in the back with Falai. And seemingly Alcra will take the seat beside him. Once she buckled in he reached over to hold her hand. Flashing her a smile, “Just wanted to say that I love you.” It was a cheesy flirt he knew, he just can’t help being a romantic at times. The taxi took off into the air once more. Heading to their next destination.
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on Tue Nov 10, 2020 9:04 am
Tulam gave yet another shrug, "Subconscious Engine, waste, byproducts all the same. Still, I suppose if one of your sisters is somehow using it, it's worth deeper looking into. Maybe I can make them more useful with some direct focus of my own. But I hardly need to make myself dependent on your scraps, vessel, engine or no. Besides, I'm getting plenty of energy out of you as it is." He then gave a nod, "Good! Can't expect me to do all the work. Now go out and enjoy your carnal craze. I'll have this one ready by the time you're done with your lewd indulgences. Although it does remind me that I'll need to get some slaves for myself soon enough. Hm, I wonder..." He went back to his work on Lily, thinking of ways to handle his little predicament. 

Back out in the real world, Falai was quite happy. Both for the confirmation that Vita would join her, as now with her twisted memories that was a goal of hers now, and of course for the praise of her body. Falai was quite proud of her well toned body, and Lincoln would be able to know a little more about who Falai was now. The trophy that formed in his mental scape to represent her was actually a small treadmill, as Falai was quite the little athlete, even being a local champion in track running. Thus his praising of her body and encouraging natural care appealed to her a lot. He would also be able to tell that while she was an Anubite in species, she was not Anubite culturally at all. Her family had lived on Javalus for generations, and were pretty much entirely assimilated into the planetary culture. She had never been to Tombuiron before in fact, it was as distant and strange a world for her as it was for a man growing up on Minos. So Falai would not be a particularly good source of information for matters regarding Anubites, she had more in common with the Cerulane Human populations. All the same, she was all too happy to go and assist Alcra, her mind already twisting to accept the Watrike as a person of authority and therefore natural to tend to her needs.

Alcra meanwhile was quite the pleased Watrike. Initially of course for the Anubite quickly nursing her now needy breasts. But after a while of getting Falai nice and familiar with those, and getting release for herself, they all got clothed again. Alcra was made more happy in the car, the cheesiness of the flirt not being an issue for her, as she truly just appreciated the sentiment, "And I absolutely adore you, my Lord." The Watrike was quite giddy just holding his hand for a bit, but kept control of herself. She didn't want to distract him while he was driving. She did however note that Falai and Lucy were together in the back, and those two hadn't gotten too familiar with eachother. She thus sent a little command via the psionic link to both of them to encourage them to spend this time traveling getting to know eachother better, specifically their tongues. The Anubite didn't need to speak to give directions after all, thanks to their unique situation.

Vita's house was easy to locate thanks to Lincoln being able to pry the location from Falai's mind. It was not a very conspicuous building, as it was just one house among many in a sort of semi-suburb section of the city. She lived alone in the small, two-story house with a simple car parked outside and the lights on. Falai had visited it a few times before, and it was a humble little abode. Although what was notable was that she had three separate Union flags in sight just from the outside. One was a small flag on her car, the second was on a pole in her small front yard, and the last one was another small flag on her front door. Pulling from Falai's mind, Vita was technically an immigrant, her parents having come to Iammelon when Vita was young, so she grew up in Iammelon. Apparently Vita had taken quite well to her new home nation and was a diehard loyalist to Iammelon, even from those early days in school. She was apparently very patriotic to the Union as well, and while she was currently a security guard she had been a soldier back in the Civil War, taking her training and experience into private work as her time in the military ended. Although based on the flags, her patriotic fervor was still as strong as ever. Alcra hummed in approval at the sight, clearly liking the nationalism on display, but didn't vocally comment otherwise. Instead she looked to Lincoln for instructions. He would be able to sense that there was somebody inside the house right now, mostly likely Vita.
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on Tue Nov 10, 2020 4:11 pm
Given his history he wouldn’t in fact have minded all that much if Alcra distracted him a bit. Although he wasn’t Vega level of skilled. One time when they were very young, stupid, and reckless. They brought along some hookers with them when they drove someone. One was sitting on Vega’s lap when he was driving in a deep make out session. The fact they got to their destination with no incident was truly a hallmark of his driving skill. And he wasn’t as extreme as his friend to pull something off like that.

Those thoughts aside he gave a smile to Alcra’s response. Softly squeezing her hand in return. The grin grew a bit when he then heard moans from the back as Lucy and Falai got to know each other. Speaking of getting to know, he liked learning more about Falai. He was after all a former vagabond. That sense of sonder as he comes across colorful individuals is something he enjoyed during his travels.

Cruising down to the street level to park near Vita’s house. The display of her many flags was pleasant to see. Lincoln was fairly nationalistic about Iammelon before the war. Afterwards the events he went through had wound up his once laid back approach to politics. He now despises Eskalivi (Tulam is an exception) and gets more easily agitated to things that go against the core values of the state. That was one of the reasons he got angry with Talmia when they first met.

He let out a whistle. “She’s perfect for our merry band.” Looking down the road to the distance he could see an elevation of land in the distance. A small hill where high-end homes could be seen dotting along the hillside. His blue eyes fell on one in particular. Lola’s modern house. Pondering for a moment he looked over to Alcra. “Might as well strike out two birds with one stone. You and Lucy will go get Lola. I’ll stay here with Falai to tend to our newest family member.” It was less suspect after all for them to not all stand at the door. That and he likes to have Vita’s conversion be Falai’s moment considering the narrative he built in the Anubite.

Reaching over to cup Alcra’s cheek he pulled her to him for a deep and passionate kiss. Once he was satisfied in giving the Watrike loving. He pulled back to get out of the taxi. Walking over to the back door he opened it up to see a delightful scene of two women tangled in each other limbs. Thankfully they manage to keep their clothes on. He made a gesture with his head to beckon the Anubite out. “Come on my track star. Lets go get her. You will do the honor in reminding her who she is.”

Lincoln held out a hand to help her out of the taxi. Then he went to use both hands to smooth out her clothes. All the while giving little physical teases her and there. And he finishes it off with a passionate kiss. “I’m excited to see you work Falai. I’ll reel her in for you.” He gave her a nice rear playful slap to get her moving. Giving Alcra a wave he went to follow Falai up to Vita’s front door.

Considering the method of using the sensation of the sublime worked with Clere and Relian. It felt safe to go with that again but more subtle. While his two cuties had tough wills. Proper soldiers were more disciplined than mercenaries. So it was likely that Vita had a stronger will. Not too strong however given he could get to Alcra. And Watrikes are a bar that not many can reach.

Reaching out with his senses he focuses on Vita. The wave that is his presence softly wash over her mind as if it were gentle waves lapping on the beach. His energy worms its way into her being. Giving way to fake thoughts to distract her mind. Vita would feel a sense of pride and patriotism for the thoughts were about her days as a soldier serving the Union. Her mind would go over those years before being directed to something specific. The stories surrounding Lincoln Zvonimir. A low time criminal who rose above his status to fight for the spirit of the nation. Taken the stand to save many thousands from the Avalantus riots rather than flee as many people like him did.

Lincoln was a patriot despite having dirty hands. And Vita couldn't help but feel admiration. In a way there was a loose connection between them. Both came from a background that people wouldn’t expect a loyal citizen from. And yet in the end they didn’t let their past define the choices they make. Beneath that feeling there was a pull of desire to meet him. And then there came a subtle sensation of something pulling her to the front door. Strangely enough, she felt as if her destiny was on the other side.

As this goes down the other pair of their group would head off to the hills. During the drive, Alcra will know what she’s getting into thanks to her connection with Lucy. As spoken before she was currently holed up in her home. Lucy has set up shades on stake out duty to monitor her a few weeks back. The general report was that Lola doesn’t seem to leave much. Thanks to Alcra’s enhanced senses she could see why.

There were visible cracks in her aura. Old scars that have been split open. Many centuries ago she was broken by Lynn, her ego was defanged so utterly that even now she was not fully healed from the incident. News of Lori being put into a coma by Lynn had made Lola relapse. The last few months she has been struggling with the resurgence of her PTSD. A compromised mind if Alcra ever saw one. And with Lucy’s mysticism they can deal with her abilities if Lola tries to fight back.
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on Sun Nov 15, 2020 4:38 am
Falai wore a large smile as she practically jumped out of the car. She wasn't one for careful, slow movement clearly. There was a lot of energy in her, which probably served to explain why she was so into athletics. Such hyperactivity was something that Lincoln would know Vega would approve of. He always enjoyed recruiting such hyperactive individuals for racing, they suited him well. Fortunately for Falai, Lincoln had gotten to her first, and so far Lincoln's recruits had a smaller chance of gruesome death than somebody recruited into Apex.

As Lincoln reached out to influence Vita, he would quickly find that she did indeed have a stronger will than Relian or Clere. Partially from being a soldier, but it seemed it mostly came out of experience. There was a sort of almost instinctual defense that came up at first. While it was quickly pushed back down by Lincoln's power, he could tell something from this. People had to get into Vita's mind before, and she seemed to have built up a few defenses towards it. That likely came from the war, as she was a veteran, and the defenses seemed to have been stirred by the thought of that war. All the same, while Vita was not so quickly pliable, she was still affected. The thoughts of Lincoln came up, although they were not too strong. Vita was not one who kept track of such stories or news, so it was quite a faint bit of existing knowledge. She did become curious and wanting to know more. The thought of going to look it up on the Ethernet came up before the front door called to her in a much more direct means. For while Lincoln was working, Falai had simply gone straight up and rung the door bell, waiting perhaps only half a second before banging on the front door. 

The door opened to reveal Vita, who was wearing a simple tank top and some long cargo pants. Most notable was the plasma pistol holstered at her waist. And if Lincoln looked more carefully, she had a hidden knife in her left boot. Combat readiness was an instinct she never gave up. All the same, she gave a confused look at Falai, "What are you doing here, Falai? Neither of us are working today. Do you need something?" That was when she looked at Lincoln. She was not overwhelmed as Relian or Clere were, she stood strong, but she did get oddly curious about this stranger she didn't recognize. An odd little niggle in her head telling her that he was a lot more important than he looked, and so she decided to try and find out why, "And who is this? Did you drag your boyfriend over?"

The Anubite chuckled at the implication, as it was on the right track yet still woefully wrong. All the same, she shook her head, "Not boyfriend, per say. But he is somebody I met rather recently, and I think you'd like him. We got along nice and quick, and after learning some more I think he's somebody you'll simply find yourself unable to stop thinking about." She gave a curt wink. Then after a few seconds, she filled in the void of the almost certainly incoming next question, "His name is Lincoln, by the way. Think his last name is... Zvonmir! Yes, Lincoln Zvonmir."

At first Vita was quite unamused by Falai's apparent implications that this random human was somebody she might want to date, she seemed to perk up in interest after hearing the name. She looked him over more carefully now, appraising him, "Lincoln, huh? I think I've heard the name before, in some stories. I did want to look into those. Seems fate has given me the chance to hear it from a more direct source. Come inside, the two of you."

Meanwhile, Alcra confidently marched herself right towards Lola's abode. She was feeling quite prideful from Lincoln entrusting this mission to her, and she had no intention to fail. So she would do this right. As they approached, she decided to try and reach out with the powers Lincoln granted her, and she decided she was going to make full use of that compromised mind and PTSD. A little salt in the wounds now would be used to allow for a fuller healing. And so, her first bit of influence was to bring the memories of her defeat to Lynn back to the forefront of her mind, with a little modification. She would add onto the shame of the defeat a feeling of being incomplete. That her single soul and being was limited by something, something she had been missing. Alcra would then attach that same feeling to all the reports she read of Lori's defeat to Lynn, and all the ponderings. Lola had a hole in her very being, and she could not fill it. Utterly hopeless, and nothing she had done could fill that hole. 

But of course, now Alcra had to add a small dash of hope. She simply marched straight up to Lola's door, and knocked hard, mimicking the actions a certain Anubite was taking at that very moment. And taking inspiration from Lincoln, she similarly implanted a sense of being pulled to the door in Lola. The sense that an answer to her woes had just arrived, as if prompted by her realization of hopelessness. Now it was just a question of whether she would take this chance.
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on Sun Nov 15, 2020 2:01 pm
It was always pleasant to see such spryness in someone. They were fun to be around and interact with. Being great in bed is another perk to their personality. Overall he would continue to be happy with getting Falai. And surely the next of their conquests to come.

Oddly he had a bout of horniness for his Watrike lover for a moment. Not even he can stay away for long it seemed. Alcra was his prized lover. No wonder Tulam wanted to bring Vixgor with them (minus the desire to shag). He doubted he could ever leave Alcra behind somewhere.

Reminding himself that she’ll only be gone for a few moments he focuses on the present. Standing next to Falai on the front porch he lovingly rubs her back as he waits for the door to be open. When Vita got close he dropped his hand back to his side.

Lincoln wasn’t surprised to find that she bore basic defenses. He could empathize with that. The experience he had in the war gave him a decent grasp of how people would protect their minds against it. Thus, a way to circumnavigate those walls.

It was a delight to see Vita in person. Smiling in a friendly manner while Falai took the lead in talking. Using the time and close proximity for the basic pokes in her memory. Vita would feel happy seeing Lincoln and Falai. The former more so. Fan that spark of curiosity to a greater degree.

He’ll wait when they’re inside before he brings out the big guns. So he kept his amiable demeanor up. “It’s pleasant to meet you Vita. Falai wanted us to have a friendly get together.” A simple social visit. Of course in a few short minutes, other things will be going together.

Walking inside the Lucip would be able to catch his scent. To her it would smell intoxicating. Strange yet it would feel very enticing. The subconscious side to her would also begin to be tinkered with. She would find herself stealing glances to Lincoln every now and then.

A short ways away the other pair stood in front of a rather lavish entryway. Lucy watched Alcra dutifully as the latter knocked on the door. Seconds pass by without anyone answering the door. Tilting her head she reached out as well before speaking up to Alcra. “You’re reaching her mistress although she appears to be asleep. Her slumbering mind is different. It’s rather difficult for her to wake up at all. Out of all of us before we found our dear lord, Lola is the perfect marionette.”

And with no strings there wasn’t much that spur Lola on. As a result all she does is sleep. “With your permission, my mistress, I can get us inside. As you keep wearing down her outer shell I can slip inside while her involuntary defenses are distracted.”

If permitted she would make a small gesture of the hand to unlock the door. Letting them inside a rather spartan house. The walls and ceiling were a deep red. The clean paint job and lack of smell is an easy way to hide the fact that it wasn’t paint.

They would find their way to Lola’s bedroom. There they would find the sleeping sister in a velvet sleeping gown. Nice and loose for Alcra to take advantage of. Being this close, Lucy took her chance of attacking Lola from the inside.

Lucy could see the cracks. Fissures within her once impregnable mind. A mountain hollowed out by internal woes. Weakened by the gradual erosion of time. The thoughts of Lynn planted by Alcra made Lola briefly drop her guard.

In that opening she astrally flew in between the gaps. Zooming past her many walls that were directed to protect against the sudden burst of emotions rather than noticing the little birdie flying in.

Further in she kept moving. Lola’s defenses were now being her. Now she was diving into a storm of emotions that felt too synthetic this close to it. In a way it felt like padding to make Lola move on her own.

Lucy didn’t feel a sense of consciousness directing the emotions. Reinforcing the fact that it was as if Lola was merely sleepwalking the whole time.

Reminding her of her purpose she dove ever deeper. Past staged dreams. Stolen memories, false hopes. All amounting to a Lola that is not who she actually is. In that case, where is the real Lola?

There she felt it. A swamp of mute apathy. Its essence was lethargic and viscous. Skimming the surface she felt something deep within it. A pinprick of light buried beneath the weight to hide it.

That was Lola’s core. She was hiding in there. Must have buried herself to disconnect from the world around her.

Parting the mire of the marsh. She made her descent once more. Entering a void beneath is. For a time the void was all that Lucy saw and felt. All there was around her was nothingness.

It strangely felt like a long time. For a moment she wondered if that pinprick was actually a trick of the light. But she didn’t get discouraged. Instead she kept searching.

Finally she found that glimmer of light again. A lonely star in a black sea. Oddly enough the further she closes in on it the larger it becomes. Till it became large enough for the light to wash over her.

And reveal a blue sky with puffy, white clouds. Almost too picturesque in its saturation. Looking down she could see the suburbs. A strange inkling flicker in her chest that she recognized as faint nostalgia.

An odd thing. For she doesn’t remember this place. The strangeness continued when she flew down. Even before she lowered herself on the pavement she could see strange things.

Some of the buildings look like they weren’t rendered in properly, some were copies of each other, lots that were simply empty. And the ones that looked normal she could see people about. Humans with a blank, glitching face save for two black holes that mimic the location of the eyes.

Lucy could feel a sense of peace and tranquility in this summer town, it would have been beautiful even if it weren’t for the oddities. The sun here doesn’t move in the sky. Bathing the land in an eternal dawn.

Strangely beside the people, the further she went into one section of the town the buildings became more normal and mundane. There was something here that was the center of it all but she doesn’t feel Lola there.

Instead Lola’s presence was elsewhere. To another anchor of this endless land of summer. Taking to the sky once more she took a scan around the town. Finding it barren. A vast plain melting into the horizon in the south. The town was in one of the two barren peninsulas separated by a strait. From the east to west it was bordered by great lakes.

Lola’s presence was over at the coastline. Looking over she went to glide over there. Landing down on the beach to the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore. The dawn here bathes the sky in a crimson red instead of the pure cerulean above the town.

Lucy could hear nothing but the quiet murmurs of the waves and the sporadic chirping of birds somewhere in the distance. As with the town there were strange qualities to the nature of this scenery.

It possesses a fleeting beauty, one brought about by the setting sun as it melted into the contours of the distant sea. A sort of sight that would normally vanish in an instant, yet as with the town. It would persist eternally, a moment frozen in time.

She doesn’t remember a beach like this in her lifetime. Not even the pristine beaches of Tropicus. She had set foot on foreign sand. A temporal plane far removed from the present. There was a certain nostalgic atmosphere about the place, a sense of stagnation.

In that moment she came to a realization of what Lola was doing. Or rather what she was trying to go back to. Glancing around she noticed a tree on a nearby hill. In its branches she could see a small tree house.

Walking near it she could sense Lola was in there. Her genuine soul that she hid within a sun-bleached memory of forgotten days. Nearing it she felt herself change. Looking over she found that she was reverted to when she was a child. Wearing long striped arm sleeves and stockings, a black dress worn over a striped shirt, and black shoes.

There was a dull annoyance at her eyes being obscure by her heavy bangs. A telltale sign that she was definitely regressed to when she was a child. And further cements the theory that Lucy has in regards to Lola. Whose very presence was shifting everything around it to fit her idealized utopia.

Giving a small sigh. She climbed up the wooden ladder into the tree house. Hefting herself onto the floor it was quick to notice the bundle of pink fabric in the corner. There, curled up in a pink gown was Lola as she was as a child.

Lucy could sense that she was sleeping. Dreaming of dreams that can’t be reached. Of bygone days that can never be returned to. One of the symptoms of advanced dissociative disorder.

It had been so long since she last saw her that it took a while to recall what ailments she was stricken with. She, like herself, was taken away at a young age. At the time, Lola was a brat. Mean-spirited and bossy.

However, in spite of her strident and self-centered nature, Lola was also compassionate as she loves her siblings. She is always grateful for Lincoln's kindness towards her, and usually appreciates her family's company. While the former retained somewhat after their abduction, she became hostile to the rest of them.

At the time she didn’t realize it. (of course none of them but Lisa really understood how badly messed up they were.)  The amnesia, the derealisation, the alteration of her identity, and most importantly the loss of feelings. The apathetic factor she knows the entity tried to produce in all of them.

Lucy knelt down next to her sleeping form. A lonely, old soul down with old world blues. A sight she knows all too well. In her lifetime she has dealt with many spirits who struggled with moving on. From lost children in the woods to desperate shades in Tombuiron’s deserts who lost their way home. All stuck in the past one way or the other.

Everything looks better in the past when you look at them through rose-tinted glasses. See the good and not the bad, the normality of it. Everything felt simpler back then because they were simpler themselves. They are looking back from the perspective of a matured mind.

Lucy can feel Lola’s desire. There was no need to even wake her. Let her continue to have her eyes close. Mind empty of thoughts. Her dream of being home will be fulfilled by Lucy’s grace.

Stroking Lola’s blond locks she began to softly sign a poem to her, “A family is like a circle. The connection never ends, and even if at times it breaks, in time it always mends.” The dream shuddered. For the first time the sun sank all the way beneath the waves. The rays of twilight turned into dusk.

Her pale hand, now an adult one, rubs Lola’s arm. The essence of her fused soul with her brother intermingle with Lola’s. Seeping into Lola’s very being. “A family is like the stars. Somehow they're always there. Families are those who help, who support and always care.”

The land around the hill flaked away back into nothingness. “A family is like a book. The ending's never clear, but through the pages of the book, their love is always near.” Lucy broke down Lola’s other personality states. That shell of apathy was discarded. She brought back the feeling of familial love back into Lola.

Then the treehouse began to fall away. Leaving the siblings to float in the inky expanse. “A family is many things. With endless words that show who they are and what they do and how they teach you so you know.” Lucy was a vessel for her brother’s and Alcra’s will. Their paintbrush to paint Lola’s soul in a new color. To redraw her into the idealized better younger sister who would dutifully do anything and everything for her big older brother.

Lola returned to her mature adult self. The false identities began to crumble beneath the joint effort of Alcra and Lucy. “But don't be weary if it's broken or if through time it's been so worn. Families are like that - they're split up and always torn.” The rest of Lola’s soul submerged in the oversoul that is their lord.

“But even if this happens, your family will always be. They help define just who you are and will be a part of you eternally.    “ With that final verse the sleeping sister permanently changed. She, as with her and Alcra, were Lincoln’s devoted slaves now and forever.

Back in the waking world, Lucy turns her head to look at her brother’s will. Patiently waiting for her next instructions with a smile. They have completed their main adjective. The pleasure of fulfilling their orders was felt by Lincoln who chimed in via their mental link. ”Very well done my loving cuties. I’m proud of both of you, especially you Alcra. I expected nothing less of you. Serving me may be your reward, but I feel like giving you two a treat. You may have fun with Lola before me. So go ahead and enjoy yourselves.” It was thrilling for Lucy to hear she did well. As he said after all, being able to serve him was her reward.
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Vita led the two visitors over towards her living room, which was a pleasant enough place. It had a large couch which could easily seat all three of them as well as two other chairs, all sitting in front of a large display screen. It was currently turned off. Notably there was also a portrait of Vita sitting on a small table nearby, which had her in the center along four other individuals. They were all wearing Excave Enforcer armor, nowadays having been officially rebranded as Union Trooper Armor, since it had been adopted by the newly emerging Union Army. They were all in the heavy plate but all had their helmets removed, so they could pose for a group picture. One could assume this was Vita and her squad in the war. They seemed like pleasant folks, two humans, a Cuthian, and a Melo-Tordelian Bunnygirl. They were all performing a salute. Of course the armor itself was nowhere to be seen inside the house, but such powered armor was of course quite expensive. The Union Military wasn't going to let their troops keep such a valuable piece of military equipment. But right above the display screen was hanged a large plasma rifle. The weapon it seemed was able to be given to Vita, and she hung it proudly in the room.

As for Vita personally, she gestured for her two guests to sit down on the couch. Falai took one of the sides, and let Lincoln take the middle. Vita notably initially went to sit down in one of the single seats by instinct, but visually paused for a moment. She then turned about and sat down on the couch, next to Lincoln on one of the sides. She smiled at him, softer than before. Falai however did take the lead, "So, boss woman, hope we didn't come at a bad time. We're both on break but I know you do like your personal time."

Vita shook her head, "Wasn't doing anything of note. I was considering going out in fact, take a page from your book to relieve some boredom. But you've both saved me the trouble." She then looked to Lincoln, her curious look seeming a bit more intense now, indicating that his influence was working, "You're an interesting fellow. You know, I wasn't born here in Iammelon, but this Nebula is my home. So, I fought to protect it. From itself, in this case, but I'm sure up for doing it again if the Eskalivi come knocking. Still, I'm more curious about you. What's your story? I just heard your name in the news."

Meanwhile, Alcra was quite pleased with letting Lucy work, and so allowed her to go right on ahead. Going inside was quite a handy shortcut, made her job much easier. Catching Lola sleeping was extra easy. Alcra did not disrupt, but she did keep watch as Lucy spoke her words of family to Lola. The Watrike used her connection to give help, sparking bursts of related emotion to support each sentence, keep stringing Lola along. She smiled at the confirmation of doing well, but Alcra felt the job was unfinished. Too much on family, Lucy had left out much. There was going to be an order to this family, now that Alcra was here. Time to continue the work.

First, she moved over to Lucy to pat her on the head, smiling, "Well done, for a first job. But both you and Lola are new to this new order. Family is all well and good, but this isn't just a family. You and Lola, as well as I, are all servants to the head of the household. Tools and property, valued and loved, but ultimately mere aspects to serve a will greater than your own. And unlike the bonds of family, these chains of servitude will never fade, never break. They will last as long as you do." Her words were laced with some power from the connection, to bring up erotic imagery in the minds of both Lola and Lucy, many to do with Lincoln. But also ones with her, such as one of Alcra pushing both sisters to their knees in front of Lincoln. Family did not give authority instantly in this chain of command, they would serve as well as any other.

Alcra then snapped her finger, "Now, we're going to wake Lola. She will not awake in a fully lucid state, but rather a small waking dream. All will be as normal in her eyes, except for me. She will see me for what I am. Not merely just a Watrike, but a physical embodiment of her lord's will and authority. This will be her chance to show her devotion and love. If she can prove that to me, she will prove she is dedicated enough to finally meet her lord in person later to give him a personal demonstration. I want you to encourage her along in this, Lucy. I am going to make her consumed with desire for me, and you will reinforce it. Back up her words, pleasure her as she pleasures me. You are already quite loyal, after all, and I want you to pass that loyalty on to her. Once Lola embraces her lord's mission and values, through me as her mistress, then we can be sure our work here is done. Now wake her." She meanwhile stood up to remove her armor. They were in the privacy of Lola's home now after all, so she could easily do so. All the while she imprinted that vision of desire into Lola. It was time to see if she could back up her newly forged thoughts and wants with action.
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Lincoln was disappointed that Falai didn’t follow his order as much as she should have. He hid it but since Alcra is more closely bonded she would be able to catch that. Especially emotions such as disappointment. He knows how attentive Watrikes are in keeping tabs of what their superior is feeling so they can do proper measures to correct any issues right away. For him he won’t complain too much. He just wanted to give Falai the stage instead of being a wallflower. It seems she still needs some more conditioning. ”Be more assertive Falai. I know you are capable of such. Being a champion in any sport requires a level of perseverance, guts, and spirit that normal people lack. Traits that I find attractive in you. Please, be the best you can be.” He mentally gave his words of encouragement to the Anubite. There was an inkling that Alcra would carry out some more discipline to Falai so he left it at that or now.

Brushing aside Falai’s misstep he took the chance to take in the room. He took notice of the picture. Peculiarly the Bunnygirl. Even in a glance he could already sense her appeal. Sadly he can’t stare too long so it’ll have to be saved for later. Beside that he wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t allowed to bring home her armor. Iammelon is a big nation. It saves a lot of money and resources to reuse equipment.

He liked the fact that Vita sat next to him. Returning a soft smile of his own. As he went to speak he saturated his words with his influence. Dripping his being in her over time as he spoke. “Heh, my reputation precedes me it seems. It amazes me in a way. I never figured it would get that much attention.” He let out a breath. Getting comfortable on the couch. Placing a hand on Falai’s thigh to tease her.

“I suppose I should start at the beginning. When the war kicked off I was in Avalantus. Mainly its lower districts beneath ground. As you can assume the bottom of the social ladder caught on fire. Gangs, businesses, and other groups took sides. Some took up arms for the two factions. Others took the chaos as a chance for more brazen power plays while a few simply took the opportunity to sow chaos. It was outright anarchy in some places. I along with others supported the union. For the first few years I was responsible for a variety of duties. Mainly stuff that involves me having to go from one camp to the next to make use of my abilities. There came a time where I talked with other coordinators that we need to shore the loyalists somewhere more secure and safe. We agreed on a very ancient enclosed stadium beneath ground. It was abandoned shockingly, it had been there all the way back when Avalantus was simply used as a way station. It was quite cool. The structure was well intact and could take a beating. Anyways as I was saying, it was good timing when we decided that. When we got everyone in, the district and others around it was declared No Man’s Land as a result of not enough forces to suppress the riots all over the planet.” He took a moment to pause. Gazing into Vita’s eyes to see how far along she was.

The pause was also a moment for him to think back on those days. “The ugliness in people, especially the downtrodden, was brought to the surface in those months. There was so much fire underground that it choked the streets in smoke for blocks. It looked like hell had opened up in that place. I can’t be more glad that we managed to get so many people to the stadium before it went down. Afterwards I kept doing my duty which was adjusted to gathering supplies and any other requests from the people. For a time this system worked. But it seemed that some people took note of our presence and saw potential to loot us. One of our coordinators out in the field died trying to send us a message that armed forces were on their way to the stadium. And they had very big guns.”

By this time he was speaking for a good three minutes. The slow injection of his control should be having an effect. He would keep doing the small basic things. Making her more fascinated with the story, more prideful in his dedication and loyalty to the Union people. His commitment is more admirable to her. The big thing he’s doing is adjusting the memories of her dreams that stretch all the way to her teenage years. At first they would seem like a normal symptom of her puberty. Many hormonal charged teens have wet dreams after all. But over the years they became more intense. In those dreams she was being massaged by a heavenly being that looked like Lincoln. She was often reduced to a puddle of bliss. At the end of those dreams it got more steamy, the dream Lincoln would wind her up with his hands, and the moment he went to touch her most sensitive place, she woke up. The most agonizing part of it is that afterwards she is left bothered. So she would try to relieve herself. Only to find she couldn’t. For she needs his touch to make her finally release.

Keeping up the flow of control over her he kept talking, “Me and the other coordinators came up with a plan. Two volunteered to lead a makeshift defense force to hold off the threat. I was in charge of leading everyone else down into a tunnel I discovered a while ago when I was mapping out the place. It led to a decommissioned railway tunnel that led out to an above ground park. It was about 800 miles, so it's a long trek and it very much was. The one other coordinator was in charge of gathering able men to protect the entryway and if worse came to shove, which...tragically it did, blow up the entrance with them. A few good thousand stay behind to buy me time to get seventy thousand down the hallways and onto the tunnel. And from there we made our way. It was slow at times. Some parts were submerged, a few cave-ins that we have to clear out of the way, and kept a slow pace for the elderly. With our hope and faith we managed to reach the end and came out to the city park.”

He wrapped up his story there for now. Giving Falai’s thigh a squeeze he mentally spoke to her. ”Vita should be subdued enough, Falai. I’m giving you this opportunity once again to dominate her. To let you fulfill your fantasies. I should be seeing you peel down her walls to reveal her true nature. Make her realize that she’s not your boss, but an equal sister-slave. If you disappoint me again, Falai. I’ll do it myself and you won’t be allowed to join in on the fun. That will be your punishment.” Lincoln trusted Falai enough that he didn’t feel like an absolute command was necessary.

As he would watch Falai carry out her Lord’s decree he would listen in on how Alcra and his sisters were doing. For the most part he approved of what Alcra was preaching but felt the need to clarify some things enough to mentally quip, ”Quick intervention here. Lucy is not in the wrong here. You Alcra of all people should know how much I value the importance of family. It’s why I support you keeping in touch with Talmia because I empathize with that. All the while being risky to do so. With her abilities she may one day want more than a long distance relationship and try to steal you from me. If I didn’t care about family I would have ordered you to cut ties with her. Simply put my loving Trike. Those I enslave to build a powerbase are very much tools and property like all of you. However, because I want a sense of family and that I love all my partners in this large polygamy. You’re all more special because I’m going to marry all of you, so we’re all truly family in the eyes of the galaxy.” He let one of his future ideas drop out in the open. The desire to marry his many lovers. A feat he was sure would make many people on the Zantine side of the nebula proud of him. With that expressed he went silent to watch the two shows.

Lola stirred on the bed. Eyes slowly opening half way as she was brought to the precipice between sleep and wakefulness. That transient moment where colors and sound seem to blur. But this moment was different. In a daze she sat up. Giving no resistance to the pale hands disrobing her with ease. Not bothering to cover her dangling breasts. It felt natural to let them be bare for all to see. The world then aligned enough for to discern what she was seeing. Her blue eyes fell on the scaled beauty before her. There was an orange sheen over her dark green scales. And then she knew.

Gone was the old Lola. All that remained was a little sister who regretted not doing what her big brother said. Back then she knew she should have crawled to him on her hand and knees. She would have been one of his comfort dolls to relieve him of his woes. She felt ashamed that she didn’t prioritize him the most. Now, she knows it’s the time to make things right. Crawling forward on the bed she panted like the slave she was. And like a proper slave she stuck her face into Alcra’s groin. Using her tongue to please her. To please her brother.

Lucy went about to fulfill her mistress command. Going up on the bed to face Lola’s side. Murmuring her in a loving tone as she uses her hands to please her sister. “Good Lola, very good. It’s important to realize the great sin in prioritizing your needs over our lord. He stood by you, and even after all you did still desired you. And the only true way to ever repay his compassion is to submit your body, mind, and soul to him. You, and all of us, were born solely to serve him. To fulfill all that he wills.” Her words spur the eagerness in Lola to express her desire to serve. To pleasure her brother’s will with all the skill she possesses. And Lola’s gaze reflects that to Alcra, her mistress.
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The implication he was disappointed still got through to Falai, which seemed to make her sad. Her ears and tail drooped, and she put on some fierce puppy eyes for a moment. She was more sensitive than the others, clearly, and not taking too well to the implication of punishment. Still, she recovered quickly enough and put on a more determined face, redirecting her focus to Vita, although she seemed to be a bit irritated, her tail slapping the couch in annoyance as she thought hard. Lincoln could tell Falai was absolutely not cut out for this sort of order. Fantasies were ultimately fantasies, and the actual mind of Falai was not the sort to perform such actions, even if she wanted to. She seemed confused on what to do, but at least wanted to give it a good try.

As for Vita, she was indeed quite far gone by now. It was hard to tell if she was even listening by the end, too far in her distant mental scape of frustration. That gave the Anubite some much needed time to think. Falai, while still uncertain of what she was even doing, decided that she had to try and go off this haze and Lincoln's words. She looked around the room, and then seemed to get an idea when she saw that portrait of Vita and her squad all proudly in their armor, snapping her finger to grab Vita's attention. Then Falai gently moved Vita's head to look at the portrait again, and calmly spoke, "You're quite proud of your old service, ain't ya boss? I could always tell this whole security contracting business was never something you really liked. Doesn't have the same purpose, right? That must really leave a patriotic and dutiful person like you really hot and bothered. I'm realizing that too, myself. That's something we're on the same level of. Well... I got an idea for you! How about we both ditch this whole security thing? You see, I figured something out. We're both missing something in this life. And Lincoln here has the missing ingredients! By now you know, he's a patriotic and dutiful guy, and a real leader. Both of us, we're the sort to follow orders. Why spend our time guarding boring warehouses when we can instead have some purpose is service? It'll be like the military again, you following the orders of your superior. And I'm your squadmate. Two of the same, following the commands of their better. Out of respect, out of loyalty, but most of all because that's what we signed up to do. Loyal soldiers, and you're a very loyal soldier, aren't ya?"

Falai's words were working on Vita, but the Anubite lost her steam here. She didn't really have any idea of where to go next, although she did implant the idea of working for Lincoln. Vita had turned her head to Lincoln now, her eyes much more full of respect. Falai was still frustrated because she didn't know what to do here, and that was evident in how she continued, "And, uhm, good soldiers do what their commanders want, right? Well, uh... Oh screw it. Your order is to make your commander happy and do what he wants, and you already know what that is!" With frustration in her voice, she shoved Vita onto Lincoln's chest, and then tore off her top. Vita was surprised, but put her tongue out. She did want to follow orders, and her new desires. Although Falai's ears drooped again, rather sad that she couldn't follow the order properly, and so just resigned herself to sitting it out as Lincoln said she would have to. 

Tulam's voice spoke out in amusement at witnessing this scene, "You can't force things, vessel. You have a lot to learn about being a master of slaves. You see, there's a reason even I need specialized slaves. No single slave can perform every role, or at least they can't do it well. This applies to yours too. So far you've gotten lots of powerful, assertive individuals. Those types can do this whole thing of enslaving and conditioning others in turn, since they already have some potential for that in them. That's not the case in everyone, you know. Not everyone is suited to giving out orders. Even in your sisters you'll find that some are better suited to being in command than others. They're unique cases still, with all their special powers, so the rule applies extra so in other individuals without such power. And in reality, you shouldn't want them all to do that too. Having all your slaves be the exact same is... Well, those are not slaves, vessel. They're robots. And you already have a batch of those. Now, time for you to adapt to that, good luck!" With that, his voice faded, interested in how he would handle this.

Meanwhile, Alcra was in a much better position. She was quite happy with the news of marriage, even if it wasn't exclusive to her in this instance. It still made her very happy, and she responded, "Thank you for the honor, my lord! And I know the importance of family. I have no intent of removing it. I simply need to make all members of this family understand who is the patriarch of it. A chaotic family is a messy family. Better to have order, and that is my role to ensure as your enforcer. But I will not make the mistake of sounding like I undervalue it again, sir."

With that, she looked back down to her work. She was pleased with the new signs of devotion, and pushed Lola in further. Then, after getting some much needed relief there, Alcra proceeded to lift her up. She moved Lola's mouth to her right breast, and stroked her hair as the Watrike spoke, "Your new life will have happiness beyond what your misguided life before. Purpose in understanding your place. But you Lola will have another mission as well. Lynn, your sister, broke your pride once before. That incident is meaningless now, as that pride was of course already misplaced. But soon, a time will come that Lynn too will be made to accept her place on her knees. And I believe this will be the time that you show your new devotion properly. When Lynn comes to us, you will be my assistant in making sure she too accepts the purpose of her entire life. Then you will have your chance to kneel beside her as an equal slave to a mutual master, both of your bodies bursting with joy at acceptance of their purpose. All that came before will be washed away, and new lives brought about in a baptism of pleasure. Do you like the sound of that, Lola?" Alcra made sure to reinforce her words with images in Lola's mind, showing her and Lynn in multiple scenarios as equal slaves. One image of them both kneeling together before Lincoln, then a second image of them both nursing themselves on Alcra's breasts, and finally the last image of them both in a deep embrace together with Lincoln and Alcra looking on in
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Falai could have snapped her fingers there. And would have gone on to make an attempt. But she will never fulfill what could have been. A veil was thrown over Vita’s glaze. Her eyes become cloudy at the hands of a cosmic force. Falai would find herself being pushed back into the seat by a steady hand. The gaze of her lord would draw in her own. His blues swirl darkly. Then she knew that he had changed his mind. The rumble of emotions indicates a different flow of events. “Rejoice my love…” his voice became a husky, erotic whisper. The words spread a strange warmth down her veins. The Jackal would find her body getting hot. Feel her individual tendons tingle as they underwent a change in their structure.

It will dawn on her how sensitive her body is suddenly. More aware of how her clothes shift across her every strand of fur. His soft breaths against her neck were somehow louder. “...I realized I may have been too harsh when you gave me that look. There is no need to feel that. Nor even to remember it.”

To Falai the world would seem to become hazy save for Lincoln who she can still see in stark contrast. Her friend continues to sit on the other side of the couch in a trance. While she was far gone, an inkling came to Falai that Lincoln wanted to make sure Vita won’t notice this. So he used the same trick he did on Alcra the first time they met. Only this time he wasn’t doing anything to Vita except making it seem they were still chatting. In reality however things are going much different.

Lincoln cups Falai’s cheek with a hand. The contact spilled a current of pleasurable fire down her nerves. His essence was interlacing with her body on a micro scale. The other hand went to grab her shirt. Twisting the fabric to make it disperse into light motes. Leaving the cool air to grace her bare torso. Even in that subtle air current was enough to send chills across her body. It would be later that Falai would understand what Lincoln did. He had elevated the magnitude of the dopamine in the brain. Increased the sensitivity of her nerves. She could even feel his presence inside her skull.

Any semblance of coherent thought she may have had would evaporate when he gently grabbed her breast. It would be impossible for her brain to find fitting words to describe the ecstasy filling her. Lincoln was making her feel these intense emotions that no mortal being could ever reach. Not even the mightiest biomancers can reach the level of pleasure that Lincoln was taking her to. This moment was simply transcendent.

And Lincoln didn’t stop there. Oh no, he wants to correct his mistake so sublimely that whenever she thinks back on this moment. Her frustration and sadness would be eclipsed by the love she felt an innumerable times over.

She would find it hard to really make sense of what Lincoln did next. Especially when he made a temporary tweak in her internal clock to make this moment feel timeless. Making what was actually a short ten minutes in real time feel much, much longer to Falai. Falai would feel his hands roam all over her body.

His lips grace her quivering body with sweet kisses and love bites thrown in there. The one moment she would remember with any sense of clarity would be when he was murmuring sweet nothings into her head. Telling her how much he cherishes her, how much he loves her, and that no matter what happens he’ll never let her go. Words that will be emblazoned on her very soul.

It should have been biologically impossible for Falai to remain awake during all this. And she very well would have if it weren’t for Lincoln holding on to her consciousness like a kite in a Category 5 hurricane. Lincoln had changed her body and mind enough for her to withstand this degree of stimulation.

As a byproduct of this change is that it made a much bigger mess. Their side of the couch became drenched in no time at all. The sounds they could have made, the rolling waves of their stench, would have an effect on the entranced Lucip. Still blissfully oblivious to the otherworldly act of passion playing out before her and the dark spot that was expanding in her pants. Unaware that her dear old friend was being clubbed by colossal fists of rapture. To her, they were still casually talking about the olden days.

As last, Lincoln would stop himself. Standing up to take in his work. The sight of a naked Falai sprawled out on the couch, dripping with fluids and still spasming from orgasmic aftershocks. Is something he truly enjoys to see. He really should do the same to Alcra to discover her reactions. Before he continued he took the moment to respond to Tulam, “I was being too forceful there. You’re right about that. I got myself to wrongly assume that she would be assertive. When in reality everyone is built differently.” He admits his failing. Looking at Falai’s face he could see that she was still awake as he ensured.

Granted, at this point she would be functioning purely on her most primitive instincts. A state that is all he needs. Refueling Falai with his endless supply of stamina he spoke to her, “Come.” A single word was all her sex addled yet alert brain would need. His will were strings that directed her over to Vita. They both strip Vita’s clothes off with hunger.

Before Lincoln let his Jackal go to town on her friend. He placed a finger on Vita’s head. In a second her body underwent the same changes. And in the next second she was struck by a figurative bullet train as Lincoln struck her with all the ecstasy Falai felt in that instance. Something that could send her into a violently shaking mess as it becomes whacked by the divine sensations. Her limp, quaking body will be tended to by Lincoln and Falai with primal passion.

The orgy that followed was intense and animalistic. After a time, Lincoln finally let Alcra rest. Her body plop on the couch in a sex induced coma. Leaving her master to play with Vita all to himself. Not that he minded now. He enjoyed giving his lover undivided attention. At the moment she was bouncing on his lap in a reverse cowgirl position. With her mental defenses surely blown away by the nuclear strike that was his influence, he was able to make more changes to her memory. The events that led up to this happened differently.

They were talking. The subjects became more sensual. Then she shared her dreams. Saying that the person felt a lot like the man before her. She would remember his smiling. ”Have you forgotten my touch? You’ve waited so long. Here, the release you’ve been waiting for your whole life.” He then kissed her. Sending her into a world of utmost ecstasy. After so long she finally felt whole. That agonizing, burning itch is finally doused.

This is where she belongs. No wonder Falai gave her all those strange side glances over the years when she thought she wasn’t looking. Falai was destined too, and because of that she knew what she truly was, a devoted slave who’ll do anything for their master. Several rounds later, Lincoln finally let Vita collapse on him. Laying there he made the final touches to her soul and memories.

He let out a content sigh. Cuddling Vita as he got into a more comfortable position on the couch. Relishing the feeling of her naked body against his. That soon came to a halt when he heard Luan’s voice coming to him through their bond. ”My dear brother, the one who calls herself Hekatos came by out of thin air. She brought Leni here. She’s in a daze and doesn’t seem to be hurt. I couldn’t get in any questions before Hecate simply left but not without telling me a bit of “wisdom” to relay to you.”

Getting Leni just like that was good news. But there was something cold about the latter. A sense of foreboding. ”What did she say, Luan?” Some part of him told him not to say that. But his deeply rooted curiosity got the best of him.

“Pulling the blanket over your head doesn’t make the world go away.” A cryptic passage. A warning specifically for him. Thankfully his thoughts didn’t develop further when Luan spoke again, ”Do you wish for me to start on converting Leni, my dearest brother?”

He buries his face in the crook of Vita’s neck. ”I would appreciate that.” Later he felt Leni joining the great network that was his being. As with all their other conquests he made the appropriate changes.

On other matters, Alcra would feel Lincoln’s approval swell within her. ”Good my sweetheart. I just wanted to make sure that was clear.” Lincoln, the mundane side, then went to sleep. It’s likely that they’ll be staying a few days anyway to make their newly acquired lovers permanently join them through a smooth transition. You can’t pluck a person from a place right away after all. So Lincoln will take the time to sleep for now and wait for the others to return. Once everyone is rested they could move onto the museum. He has a strange feeling he’ll meet someone lovely there. Just a hunch.

Meanwhile Lola very much enjoyed the sound of that. The imagery that was planted in her thoughts spur her on. Redoubling her efforts in pleasing her new mistress. Hugging her as she hungrily nurses on the Watrike’s breast. Lucy stood behind her as she played with Lola’s rather large breasts as well from behind. The scars that once riddled Lola’s mind fade away. Making it seem she was never broken in the first place. She was turning into the dutiful little sister she was meant to be. And she is honored that she gets the privilege of assisting Lynn transition into their shared bondage.
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It was quite safe to say that the two canines were both quite happy after that. Falai's moment of insecurity and sadness at not being able to accomplish the task was quickly washed away, replaced with much more pleasant feelings. For Vita's part, she was obviously hit rather hard, but it was safe to say she had been thoroughly inducted into the group. Both of them fell asleep, cuddling up like puppies on the large couch as exhaustion overtook them. Vita would be undisturbed by Lincoln using her fluffy form for a pillow. She was a good one too, as she clearly took good care of herself and her fur, meaning it was in prime fluffy condition, although it was a bit messy now thanks to Lincoln.

Over with Alcra, the Watrike stroked the hair of both sisters, smiling down at both of them. After being satisified, Alcra snapped her finger, making sure to reward both of them with a burst of pleasure that she knew would be enough to finish the two of them. She then calmly stood up and started to put her armor back on, speaking back to them, "Don't fall asleep just yet, you two. Clean yourselves up first, get dressed, and then get ready to start packing. We won't be leaving this planet just yet, but I want you to gather all your important items for travel, Lola. We're going to be moving them aboard the ship so we'll be ready to depart whenever Lincoln is ready. You should go and help her, Lucy, as I will be assisting as well. After we're done packing, then we shall return to sleep, in this bed. It has been a long day, and that little event has tired me out as well. You'll be joining me in the bed, of course." 

As Alcra set to work there in preperation for what was to come, Tulam appeared to Lincoln as he slept. The Psion put on a large smirk, and looked over his shoulder at the trophy rack. Appearing there was Vita's trophy, this one being the helmet of an Iammelonian Trooper's Heavy Armor, a symbol of her pride at being an Iammelonian Veteran. That got a chuckle out of the Psion, "Proud soldiers, ain't that something? Most slave soldiers need to get pushed into doing that, for better conditions or rewards or something. I don't get this nationalism thing you slaves have. So strange. All the same, vessel, seems you're making good progress in both your quests. The more reasonable one to grab up your siblings, and the more... carnal one. I've kept up my part of the deal. The new ones have had their powers sufficiently limited, including the one you haven't even seen in person yet! Likely a good thing, because so many of them on the same planet with their powers uncapped... Almost certainly really noticeable to anybody searching." 

He paused, and then chuckled, "That one with the Lizard right now, Lola, was particularly noticeable. Although as for her, truly shameful. Such a pathetically fragile ego! Let one measly loss upset her that much? Ugh, so much power, and yet still the mindset of a damn slave. That kinda slave is a preferred one for us Psions, you know. The ones that are very useful, and so very easy to control. Truly determined slaves don't give up that easy. But those ones, with such misplaced and fragile egos? Break them once, and they are yours. They never truly recover, and that's delightful. It makes them obedient. And through them, you can make other slaves obedient. Such people are excellent enforcers, because the idea of rebellion is lost from their mind. They lost once, and never consider the idea they may one day be strong enough to win. They resign themselves to loss, and so they do as they are told. In fact, as overseers, they're rather enthusiastic. To regain that semblance of control, they happily enforce the will of the master upon other slaves, taking such joy in the feeling that they are at least better than someone. Never will they consider rebellion against their master, because that means cooperating with the other slaves, who they have assisted in keeping down. Give them the choice of an uncertain freedom, where they may have their egos broken yet again, or certain slavery, where they can at least be higher up among the slaves, and they will always pick slavery. It's one of the ways a Psion like myself can control whole planets by myself."

"Anyways, tangent aside..." He stretched his arms, "Do try and get to my bones soon, if you can. Also, we need to find a place I can set Vixgor loose for a bit. Poor thing needs to stretch his arms, legs, and so on. Go for a walk and shake it up! ...Oh right, and I need something to consume sooner rather than later. I am starving, and it's getting more noticeable with each random furry creature and flesh bag you pick up. That newly acquired one, Leni, seems mighty tasty indeed..." He paused, and then sighed, "And not in that way, you filthy and carnal creature. I'm not so debased. Anyways, now that I've ruined my own cryptic message, just keep that in mind. I got needs too."
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