The Garden of Idin

By 'The Magician'

Chapter 5 (Raiders of the Talisman)

The bedchamber was dark, and the silence was only broken by the sleeping sounds of a man from Earth and a l'majha.
And then there was the inner voice of Donald Talbot. ('Pssssst. Hey, dudeman. Wake up.')
The man mumbled something in his sleep, a moment later and he began to snore.
('Uh, no dude. Wrong way. The idea is to wake up, not slip further into a state of unconsciousness.')
Donald snored and he slumbered in a manner of one who is satiated and gratified from copious helpings of sexual activities.
('Hey, dudeman. I mean it; I think that there is something going down here; you are one lady shy of two; Maritiseis has bailed.')

Donald Talbot continued to sleep.
('Dudeman. Dudeman. Wake the fuck up, now!')
The man from Earth went on snoring.
('Hey, DONNY-BOY! I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP!!')
Donald's eyes came open with a start. He looked around in the darkness trying to focus his vision. He sensed almost immediately that something was amiss.
('See…?')
'See what? I don't see-'
('That's what I've been tryin' to tell ya'; Maritiseis is gone.'
'So? She's the Empress; she can come and go as she pleases.'
('Look dude, we've been here on this battle cruiser about a week now, maybe more. And during that time I've seen a lot of strange stuff; I've seen-and who woulda' thought this-you go from being a pussy whipped wimp with a little dick, into a pussy whipped He-man with a little dick. And all the time you been lookin' like a monkey tryin' to hump a football-')
'If you're trying to make a point, I sure as hell wish that you would get on with it so I can go back to sleep.'

Donald Talbot sat up in the bed. Ianna stirred briefly next to him but remained sleeping.
('God she is fuckin' beautiful; what she's doing sleeping with you God only knows; I will never understand what these bodacious alien babes see in you-')
'It's probably my personality. Now will you get on with your point?!'
('Oh, yeah. My point is this Donny-boy; you're the consort of the Empress.')
'Thanks for the revelation, she's been calling me that for the past week now. What is your point?'
('Well dude, my point is that you're supposedly the champion of Malrishi.')
'And I appreciate that obvious declaration as well. I will sleep better knowing that.'
('Listen to me dude; every He-man stays alive and keeps others kickin' it only as long as he listens to that small still voice inside; call it what you want; instinct, intuition, a gut-feeling, ESP-')
'Oh, I get it; so now you think we got ESP. Screw this, I'm going back to sleep.'
('Dude, if you don't listen to your small still voice-')
'What small still voice!?'
('That would be me, dude.')
'You?! You're my small still voice?! You couldn't be any louder if you were a propane tanker slamming into a moving freight train!'
('Yeah, and your brain couldn't be any smoother if it were a pool ball. Did it ever occur to you that I have to be loud to get your attention? And now that I have it, I really think you need to find out where Maritiseis split to.')
'Why?'
('Because, you dill weed, she isn't here sleeping with your ugly mugly, and we're less than a day from Malrishi.')

As Donald hurriedly pulled a robe on around him the door to the bedchamber slid noiselessly open, standing bathed in the light from the corridor was the Empress of Malrishi.
The statuesque blue-white l'majha was a goddess standing in the doorway. Adorned in a short dark robe that revealed a lot of hip, and swanked her marvelous legs, it was of the same color that Donald was wearing, the glimmering garment accentuated the fiery emeralds that were the woman's eyes, and all at once the man from Earth felt a stirring in his loins again.

"Is my consort going somewhere?" The Empress inquired with a slight tilt of her head.
"I was going to look for you." Donald replied without accusation.
Maritiseis smiled. "Well then, you need not travel far, for as you can see I am right here." Blinking her eyes inquiringly, the Empress added, "Ah, did my consort miss me while I was gone?"
('Say 'yes'.')
"You know very well that I did." Donald answered.
('Tell her that you were worried.')
"I was concerned." Stated the man from Earth.
"Concerned? About what?"
"I thought something was wrong. I was-"
"Ah, how very insightful you are my love, how very perceptive."
"Then something is wrong." Donald said even as the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood out. A small rush of adrenaline followed by gooseflesh, and the man wondered what it was that would have him suddenly feel as if someone had walked across his grave.
"The Sword of Power has been stolen."

Donald said nothing as he let the magnitude of the statement sink in. Donald was almost beside himself with astonishment. The Sword of Power was the weapon and talisman that belonged in the hands of Malrishi's Champion. With it no force on the planet could stand against the Malari Empire. Without it…
"All is not lost." Maritiseis replied as the doors slid shut behind her. A mental command and light slowly illuminated the bedchamber. Still Ianna slept. "Even now we are tracking the raiders that blasted their way from the Malari star system, piloting a Dreadnaught Sol'aris Disrupter. They have already passed through a handful of galaxies."
"Their destination?"
"Unknown as of yet. We will be dispatching a Dreadnaught from the Lilis to intercept them."
"And what if the starship turns out to be a decoy?"

For a moment the Empress was silent. Her mannerism appeared cool and calculating. Then she looked questioningly at Donald and said, "My consort, what would make you say such a thing?"
The man from Earth thought for a moment. He wasn't quite sure. Admittedly, he hadn't recalled saying anything until he heard his own words in question for himself. Finally he answered, "It was just a thought. I'm really not certain. But it would be an ideal way of keeping you from Malrishi."
"It shall not keep me from Malrishi."
"It should." Donald countered, then seeing the expression on the face of the Empress and realizing that she could reduce him to toast in a heartbeat, he added quickly, "It isn't safe for my Empress to set foot on her home planet until this matter is rectified; if we are dealing with a decoy and the perpetrators suspect that you know, they will certainly lay a trap for you on Malrishi."

"How do you know this?" Maritiseis inquired almost in an accusatory fashion.
"I do not." Donald replied "But it's what I would do."
"I see. And what else would you do?"
"I would rage war, if only as a distraction, in an attempt to catch you off guard."
A strange smile crossed the countenance of the Empress. "Even now as we speak a battle rages on the surface of Malrishi, the Umajha lead an army against the Six Kingdoms bordering Mar'es-stine…and the crimson rain falls."
" The crimson rain? I'll have to consult the TeacherStudent.library on that one. On the other hand, that doesn't sound like a distraction, that sounds like double-jeopardy."

"What is it that you would do, my consort?" Maritiseis looked at Donald decisively
"I would, at your discretion my Empress, join the crew of the Dreadnaught that will be intercepting the thieves that have presumably taken the Sword of Power. I would in turn discover if the raiders have the Sword, or if it is just a ruse."
"And if it is a ruse…?"
"Then the real threat will be waiting for you on Malrishi. And you will be flying into a trap. Already a war wages, disrupting balances in power. If the raiders have the Sword, I will retrieve it. And I will allow only those to live that provide me with any further information concerning the war. If they do not have the Sword, I will notify you, and present what information I can glean from those who wish to live."
"So then will it be." Maritiseis said with little emotion lining her words. "However, you will not go at the raiders in the lone Sol'aris Disruptor; I will assemble a task force and you will follow the Dreadnaught in a Stealth Fighter."
"By your command."
"Not just yet." Maritiseis observed. "For it may be quite some time before you return to me again."
And without another word, the tail of the Empress came around and pushed aside Donald's robe. Almost immediately the tip of her tail that was the n'ari gripped the head and shaft of the man's penis, the lips from the bud, quickly moistening the cock of the man from Earth.
('God I love it when she does that. It feels sooooo good. Instant woodie, and Ahhh…fuck! I get so friggin' hard that I could cut diamonds! The n'ari is an awesome fucking aphrodisiac.')

The n'ari of Maritiseis began sucking on Donald's penis as the Empress led him slowly back over to the bed.
Ianna stirred awake. "More candy, my Empress?" the l'majha murmured.
"Yes my lovely, more candy; your Lord will be leaving us for awhile, I think he needs to have his brains fucked out before he leaves us."
"My pleasure." Ianna said sweetly, as Maritiseis momentarily released her grip on the man's cock gleaming and dripping with n'ari love juices.
"Take him my lovely."


And as Donald deliriously slid over into the bed, Ianna was on him in heartbeat, kissing his mouth hard, pushing her tongue passionately between his lips, even as her own tail came around, her n'ari went down on him immediately. She stroked him with the moist lips of her bud and the man began to moan, his dick growing more rigid by the moment. Ianna began to kiss and lick Donald's neck, slowly working her way down to his chest, to his nipples. The stroking of the n'ari on Donald's cock grew more fervent, the man's body went tense with ecstasy, and he forced himself to concentrate lest he come too quickly.
Donald could feel the juices of love like a fabulous lubricating oil drip
on his balls, all at once arousing his testicles with a gift of euphoria. Then suddenly Ianna's n'ari slipped free of Donald's shaft, and before he could blink, the l'majha shoved the bud of her n'ari between Donald's lips, almost making him choke as he felt the tail of satin almost touching the area where his tonsils use to be, then he was sucking eagerly the juices of her bud, savoring the taste of cinnamon laced with vanilla, swimming in elation, while Ianna began to deep- throat Donald's cock, licking and sucking his dick, licking and sucking his balls.

After endless moments that almost brought the man to a climax, Ianna mounted him, even as she slid her n'ari from his mouth and began to massage his balls with the lips of her bud. The l'majha's pussy squeezed the man's shaft as she began to ride him. With a twist of her head she threw her hair to one side, grabbing and fondling her breasts as she drank in the exultation of the moment.
She heard her Empress cry, "Fuck him! Fuck his brains out! Fuck him!" Ianna needed no encouragement as she loved and savored the way Donald's pulsing warm fuck shaft felt inside her hot wet pussy, sill the espousal cries aroused the woman and the l'majha found herself picking up the pace, excitedly bouncing up and down on the length of the man's cock, slapping his balls with her firm and shapely butt cheeks.

Donald grabbed the woman's hips and encouraged the motion until he was certain that he was going to come, and seeing the Empress gyrating back and forth, impaling and pervading upon her own tail next to the bed, fucking herself beneath her robe, the man from Earth could no longer contain himself. He exploded inside the clenching folds of the l'majha's hot pussy as she came down fully on the base of his penis. Ianna continued to fuck the man from Earth bringing him deliriously indescribable pleasure.
Ianna felt her vagina spasm, and then she cried out and climaxed repeatedly.

Donald lay in a heap breathing heavily, perspiring, and all the while knowing that the escapade was far from over.
Ianna rose from the bed and moved over to her Empress, kissing her from head to feet lovingly, stroking and caressing her, feeling the weight and girth of her large breasts beneath the folds of her robe, she squeezed the ample melons and was rewarded with a sigh from her Empress, then leaning forward, she took one of the blue-hewed nipples into her mouth and began sucking like a babe trying to draw milk. She licked and kissed the nipple for long moments, all the while she squeezed the other tit and traced caressing circles around the nipple, feeling it grow hard under her tentative ministrations.

The l'majha kissed the bountiful blue-white breasts, then she moved to Maritiseis's sternum and traced circles with her tongue, then she slowly moved to the firm belly of her Empress, digging her fingers into her ass cheeks, before she finally buried her face in the neatly trimmed pearly white pussy. Maritiseis moaned rapturously and threw her head back, even as her tail came up from behind the l'majha, and found the folds of Ianna's pussy lips, she pushed her n'ari between them. The reaction was the encouragement of licking and sucking the Empress's love pearl all the more. Maritiseis began to fuck the l'majha with her n'ari and the sensation forced the woman deeper into the exquisite mound of the Empress

And then the l'majha heard the words; "Give me your tail." And less than a minute later, and Maritiseis was licking and sucking the woman's n'ari, pushing her tongue between the folds of her bud.
Donald watched the proceedings through half-lidded eyes, and although he should have been spent, his dick was pulsing and growing harder as he watched the two women offering each other their own pleasures. He was ready to fuck again, he wanted to fuck both women now, preferably at the same time, and then he heard himself snore before shaking himself awake, realizing that he had dozed off momentarily. Ianna was screaming now in the throes of ecstasy as the n'ari of Maritiseis fucked her without reserve, and when she came, the climax of the Empress was soon to follow.

The man from Earth reawakened to Maritiseis sucking him off. And
for a moment he thought that his dick had been hard previously even while he dozed, experiencing an exquisitely graphic and organized wet dream, but as he came fully awake, his penis seem to grow an inch longer inside the fucking mouth of Maritiseis. The Empress by this time had discarded her robe, swanking her gorgeous body. And again Donald started to moan, while Ianna came up from behind the Empress and with her own breasts pressing against her back, the l'majha reached forward and began squeezing the large boobs of her Empress. As Maritiseis sucked off Donald, Ianna brought her tail around and pushed her n'ari between the lips of Maritiseis's pussy. And there came a moment that the man from Earth felt the teeth of his Empress on the shaft of his dick, dragging across the still sensitive head of the man's cock causing another wave of ecstasy to rip through him like chained lightning. A wave of endorphins raced through, and skyrockets exploded behind his eyes.

Maritiseis, relishing the sensation of Ianna's n'ari fucking her pussy, decided to return kind for kind. Even while the l'majha was kissing her Empress's shoulder blades, Maritiseis pushed her n'ari once again between the folded lips of Ianna's pussy. The l'majha as startled, as she was pleased, fell from her perch behind Maritiseis. The n'ari of the Empress followed, not missing a beat as it fucked Ianna's pussy. So the escapade was thusly; the Empress was sucking off Donald while the Empress's n'ari fucked Ianna, and Ianna in turn fucked the Empress. The rhythm was like a tempo of any song, slowly at first, than picking up speed, then slowing down again, only to increase cadence quickly without warning. The three moved as one, their pace quickening by the moment, hips gyrating, moans turned into vocalized cries of heated pleasure.

With the screams that spilled out from between Ianna's widely parted lips, Donald thought for certain that she would be the first to climax. But even as the man from Earth erupted deeply into the mouth of the Empress, the lips of Maritiseis squeezed the man's cock with significant force as an orgasm was forced out of her simultaneously, she swallowed cum even as she moaned deeply into Donald's shaft, forcing another orgasm to burst from the man as his dick shuddered from the vibrations of her tight lips covering his cock and trembling from the sublime climax, and then swallowing the last vestiges of Donald's cum, the Empress threw her head back and allowed herself to scream, as her body went into orgasmic convulsions, and before she finished with her cries of delight, Ianna let out a piercing scream to reflect her own explosive multiple orgasms.

Donald awoke again in the midst of a wet dream to find Maritiseis
straddling his rigid penis. Evidently she had been fucking him for quite some time as perspiration in a glimmering sheen was spilling down off of her magnificent body, drops of sweat fell atop the man's chest. He felt the exquisite sensation of the Empress readjusting herself as she sank back down into position on Donald's pulsing rod, at the same time, Ianna was pushing her tail between the cleavage of the Empress, titty-fucking her. Maritiseis sucked and licked the l'majha's n'ari, even as Ianna was finding ways to kiss her Lord from head to toe. With exploratory attention to the man's erogenous zones the woman took her time kissing Donald's lips, licking them, and then again pushing her tongue between them. She kissed his forehead, she kissed his eyelids, and then she kissed him on the mouth again, passionately, vigorously, letting her tongue explore the inside of his mouth, letting Donald know that he was a much her slave, as he was her Lord and Master. Maritiseis moaned ecstatically as she rode the sex piston between her consort's legs. Gods it was wonderful! With deliberation Ianna kissed her Lord's chin, his cheeks, and his neck, then she moved down toward his chest, once again finding his nipples, stimulating them through a series of kissing and licking expositions.

Ianna looked briefly into her Lord's eyes then she straddled him as well, just below his neck, pushing her pussy up to his face and Donald earnestly began to eat her out, the l'majha's groanings were heaven to his ears. He fingered her hole as he licked her clit, and by the response that he received he knew that he was definitely doing the right thing.

And then something occurred that Donald had yet to be witness to, and would never forget; the l'majha double-climaxed; between her titty-fucking her Empress and Maritiseis in turn sucking off her n'ari, all the while the man from Earth ate her pussy, Ianna's n'ari erupted down the throat of her Empress, and simultaneously Donald felt the l'majha's pussy clench and then spurt copious amounts of orgasmic juices all over his face, he closed his eyes and savored the moment, the man licked his lips even as Ianna squealed and bucked, and tried subconsciously to avoid hitting her Empress in the head while she rode the flood of exultation, sinuously back and forth, up and down, like a swimmer riding the waves, like the dancer that she was, moving to the sound of music that only she could hear. Then Ianna let loose another scream and fell limply to the side, landing softly on the bed. Maritiseis leaned forward so that her massive tits rubbed up against Donald's face, rubbing the orgasmic fluids all over, encouraging her consort to lick and suck the spilled juices from her bounteous breasts, while keeping her enthralling rhythm of fucking the man with her heated pussy. And again her pace increased almost frenetically, reflecting her moans and cries of paradise drenched in sex. Donald felt like he was going to come again, but the sensation was soon to pass, evidently he had already climaxed as much as he was going to. So with no great effort the man from Earth rolled his Empress over in the opposite direction that Ianna had fallen, and with all the vigor and vitality left in him, he pounded his cock almost furiously in and out of Maritiseis's pussy The woman went crazy with pleasure, her head shaking back and forth as if caught in the embrace of a wondrous dream.
"Fuck me!" The Empress screamed. "Oh gods yes, fuck me. Hemmmn…Unnnh….Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh….YES! Oh fuck meeeeee!"
With his eyes open, Donald saw the shaking and bouncing of Maritiseis's marvelous tits, and found the activity to be extremely arousing, and then the Empress lifted her legs and almost wrapped them behind her head, allowing for further penetration. Donald took her up on the offer and slammed his cock into the all-embracing pussy. And Maritiseis screamed louder. The man from Earth couldn't help himself; he began to grope and knead the woman's boobs, all the while pushing himself further and further inside his Empress. Groping her boobs, Donald continued to slam his cock into the woman's pussy.

Then in almost one fluid motion, the consort of the Empress turned Maritiseis over on her stomach
('Uh, waitaminute dude, this isn't in the script; what are you doing?')
'What does it look like I'm doing'
('But dude, you've never done 'doggie-style', I think you might find it a little awkward.')
'There's a first time for everything, and besides, this bitch has got me so fucking horny, I can't help myself.'
('Hey dude, that's my line.')
and grabbing her ass, Donald pushed the woman up onto her knees. Admittedly, the experience was a little awkward at first, and the man rubbed the underside of his rod against the crack of the Empress's ass, then feeling his way, and with little hesitation, he pushed himself inside her pussy once more. He thought it was probably his imagination, but it felt as if his cock swelled in size. Maritiseis gasped and groaned as Donald fucked her doggie-style, pushing and pulling her back and forth so that her ass cheeks slapped against his balls, all the while he held fast to her breasts, groping and kneading, and he knew that if he hadn't come three times already, he would have shot his load into her then and there. Instead Donald embraced the elation, the exultation, and the rapture of seventh heaven's euphoria. Recognizing that with each thrust Maritiseis lost her breath-she loved every second of it. Donald pulled the Empress's hair to one side, and kissed, and licked, and nibbled her neck, even as he continued to pound himself into the woman's all-inviting pussy. Time and time and time again Donald slammed his manhood inside the sublime love box, not pausing for a moment, pounding the Empress repeatedly, until it became difficult for her to even form syllables. "FU-UHH…AHHH…UHNNH…AAAHHHHHH…" It was fucking music to Donald's ears.

As pleasurable as it was, Donald discovered that he had gained more penetration the other way. And so, turning her over on her back again, the man from Earth encouraged Maritiseis to put her legs back up, close to the side of her head, and again began pumping her. Slow and deliberate at first, grinding with his hips, caressing her buttocks with his inner thighs. Then he picked up the pace until he felt like he was pounding the fuck out of the woman in a heated frenzy.

"Come for me…MMMHNNN-AHHH…my Empress." Donald breathed heavily. "Oh won't you please…AAAHHNNNN-UNNH-AHHH… come FOR MEEEEE…?"
And Maritiseis did just that. Her hips tightened, and her pussy was like a heated satin vice constricting Donald's penis, her shoulders shook in the process, even as Donald felt the woman's vagina spasm. She bucked once, twice, three times, four times, all the while screaming her satiated concurrence. "GAAAAAWWWDDSSSS…OHH… FUCKING GODS…YESSSSS…!!"
Donald began kissing her neck, her breasts, her nipples, even as his Empress slowly sank into the bed sheets, the man from Earth kissed her tight belly, licking his way toward the woman's clitoris one last time. Maritiseis bucked again as she felt her consort's tongue licking her pussy, tickling her pearl of love. She readjusted herself on the bed, and then she pulled Donald down to her, still breathing heavily.

"That was…deliriously satisfying." The Empress replied between gasps of air.
Donald said nothing; he merely snuggled up to the gorgeous woman and rested his head on her right breast. He was ready to sleep now. For about a week. He whispered, "My Empress, my Goddess, you and the l'majha are walking aphrodisiacs, you have taken me places that I thought I could never go."
"And don't go thinking that we're finished, my consort. I'll give you two maybe three hours to rest. And then we will do it all over again. And then again. Until it is time for you to leave." She sighed then added, "But I think we broke Ianna; it will be just you and me, my love."
"Fuck that; not if this dancer has anything to say about it, My Empress." Ianna's words were quiet, filled with sleep. "I'll be more than willing to fuck my Lord in a few hours."
"Do I have anything to say about this?" Donald asked sheepishly. "I'm exhausted…and quite satiated."
"Then it will be up to our lovely and myself to do most of the work."
"You will get no argument there." Ianna replied.
Donald said, "Does the term 'nymphomaniacs' mean anything to you?"
"Yes." Maritiseis said agreeably. "And they need love as well."

The stealth fighter, H'jarmoon occupied the large docking bay in a solitary fashion. Had it been in another area of the Dreadnaught, the fighter would have stood out like a titan amidst the other aircraft. More than half the size of the Sol'aris Disruptor, the streamlined crescent ellipsoid vessel was peppered with numerous anti-aircraft weapons and laser cannons, including pulsar, and quasar cannons, and it towered almost thirty feet over the one hundred and fifty armored-clad soldiers that waited at-ease quietly while Maritiseis went over their orders one last time.

"If in the event that a fighter from the raiders breaks off from the group during confrontation, it will be allowed to land on the planet of its choosing. It will be followed in stealth, and its UC transmission shall be monitored. If it is discovered that the planet is harboring the criminals willingly, that world will in turn be reduced to a thimble."
Looking more closely at the Ael'strom troops clad in armor the color of midnight; the observer would quickly be drawn to thirteen warriors that stood out among the throng, as they were not clad in the usual armor of the Imperial militia. They instead wore armor of their own choosing, selected specifically for their distinctive skills. Some were fastidious; others were busy and unkempt if not nondescript.

Each carried weapons and the aura of men and women and sentient beings prepared to die for the cause of the Empire. The races among the thirteen were dolarians and l'majha, however their were also two marachni among the group, as well as parthias, demurgh, daivischi, xan'stafar, and a single individual whose race and sex was unknown to Donald as they were hidden behind the dark robes that they wore, carrying an intricately designed staff that shimmered like a mood-ring with an inner fire.

Two individuals, among the thirteen warriors, were addressed by the Empress; a male parthias standing one foot shorter than the tallest of the two demurgh, and a stunning l'majha, looking as beautiful as she was deadly.
"Commander Arjh'temis, Commander Jholeen, you will be leading your team of Marauders in the event that it becomes necessary to engage the enemy face to face. All those present will respond to your orders. In turn you will take orders only from General Vjiker, and the Champion of Malrishi, Aaros Rantori."

At the mention of his name, all eyes regarded the man from Earth, each l'majha in turn suddenly found themselves momentarily short of breath. Their n'ari did somersaults inadvertently, whereas their breasts could be seen heaving under their uniforms and thin and glistening mei'hres armor, their tails flicked briefly, while more than two of the women licked their lips as they studied the man known as Aaros Rantori. Their reactions did not go unnoticed, and Donald all at once felt an almost compelling stir in his loins, even as he felt the temperature in the docking bay grow increasingly warmer. The man from Earth did not feel altogether out of place among the other warriors. Point of fact, Donald felt quite confident, self-assured, almost…belonging.

Donald Talbot was adorned in specially designed Imperial armor interwoven with light mei'hres. Fastidious and regal, and sporting two blaster cannons, a viro-dagger, and a sword. The viro-dagger was as small and elegant as it was lethal; when ignited the dagger was charged with micronoized particles, while the width of the blade was that of an atom, making the dagger utterly without friction, all the while micro-circuitry integrated into the handle responded to cybernetic commands, making it impossible to achieve 'unforeseen accidents', each viro-weapon when not in use, was contained in a sheath or scabbard constructed of unstable molecules, and was magnetically sealed; this allowed for the viro-blade to be ignited, and or returned to its housing and prevent destruction to the scabbard or sheath. Finishing off Donald's individualized weapons arsenal, was an inimitable sword of black indigo-onyx and obsidian; inlaid with mei'hres alloys, and encrusted with gems that glistened like stygian diamonds and rubies; and-like other arcane weapons, the blade was infused with enchanted and paranormal properties. The sword was called Schi'tigios, it was a sable sabre', that was specifically chosen for the presiding Champion of Malrishi, by the Empress herself.
Aaros Rantori stood poised like a solitary sentry, a talismanic sentinel for the Malari Empire.

('Did you see how those l'majha slut-tarts were scopin' you out dude? Looks like we're gonna' get laid tonight! Yessiiree' buddy-roo, blondes, brunettes, redheads, with acres of n'ari, and canyons and valleys of glorious cleavage. Ohhh-yeah, cold stone-smokin' hotties! I do so enjoy variety, 'tis the spice o' life doncha' know.')
'Cold hotties? Do you even know what you're talking about half of the time? Why don't you just shut the fuck up?'
('There you go again; friggin' prude-boy, analyzing' everything. We all know that you can't deny that you want to fuck each and every one of those bodacious babes. Just imagin', licking, and sucking, and-')
'SHUT the FUCK UP.'
('Friggin' prude-boy. You could fuck up a wet dream.')

"Also, in times expedient, Ja'jhana will act as Advisor for the team." And with that, Maritiseis finished by saying, "You have your orders. Commander Jholeen, Commander Arjh'temis, initiate loading procedure."

No sooner had Maritiseis finished speaking when a column of light ignited from beneath the belly of the ship, it was perhaps twenty feet in diameter, and as the soldiers stepped into the light they all at once vanished.

An hour later and following informal introductions made by the agents known as the Marauders, the man called Aaros Rantori retired to his cabin to study. He was particularly interested to find out more about this Mi'jhanth character. He poured himself a drink that resembled a Long Island ice-tea with twice the kick, and after taking a couple of swigs Aaros turned himself over to the portable Teacher-Student assimilator. It was a relatively small unit that reminded Donald of a Walkman. cd player with a visual visor.
As he waited for the proper file to load, he thought about those individuals that he had met.

Most of the Marauders said little if nothing at all about their background. They seemed more intent on impressing the Champion of Malrishi with their prowess and special training. And some of the men were just downright suspicious of the man from Earth.
Commander Arjh'temis was an evident warrior who appeared not much older than Donald himself, with a fair complexion resembling fine gold, silver-gray eyes and dark hair that was pulled back in a knot, falling down his back passed his shoulders. Here was a bladesman, a swordsmaster, known reverentially as the Warlord by those who knew him. His weapons expertise was extensive, and he could usually be seen carrying on his person no less than six weapons of the blade; including--but not limited to-a vibrosword and dagger; a broad sword with arcane properties infused within the blade; three throwing daggers, and a sword-catcher.

Donald had been quite intrigued with the armor that Arjh'temis wore-actually he was intrigued with all the various types of armor that the Marauders had chosen to wear, as they all seem to violate the conventional standards of armor worn by the Imperials-however, the man from Earth was most impressed with the Commander's; appearing to have been spun from a mixture of bronze and gold, the visage carved into his breastplate mirrored that of the helmet that he wore, it was beautiful and horrifying; an elegantly intrinsic hellish looking thing, that when worn, gave the Commander the appearance of a demon. Arjh'temis did not say where or how he acquired the armor and helm, it would seem that everyone had their own secrets to keep. Along with wearing the title of Warlord, the Commander was also quite possibly the finest star-pilot in the known galaxy and surrounding territories. All of this going for him made Arjh'temis a formidable opponent, and Donald was as honored as he was relieved to have him on his side.

Commander Jholeen was a l'majha warrior with dark lustrous hair of crimson, piercing almond eyes of green, ruddy-gold skin; a statuesque fighter with a flat belly, shapely legs and very full breasts. She was also a bladesman, and like Arjh'temis her weapon proficiency was quite comprehensive; she carried two swords, a blaster, and a viro-dagger. Her attire was not unlike Donald's although he was certain that she probably looked better in her armor than he did in his. She wore an unusual looking amulet around her neck, and a thin crown of mei'hres encircled her brow.

There were two marachni among the group that wore special-designed battle armor even heavier than the standard Imperial's that covered them from head to torso. Xavatar, and Yanos could only be told apart by their size, and when in melee they chose to use specially designed weapons resembling short-handle scythes, not unlike kamas, that were known as flesh shredders. The marachni also specialized in the schillis, which were essentially two swords that joined together at the base of their handles, melding two into one for a formidable weapon indeed.

Not unlike the marachni, the demurgh, standing almost seven feet tall and full of muscle also used duo-weapons; Canderil and Eumatheir both chose the double-headed battle axes called d'haba, that were as sharp as they were balanced for superb handling in combat. The demurgh looked like some Cro-Magnon creature that had stepped out of the dark legends and frozen wastes; their heads and faces looked to be the cross between a gorilla and a pig; with pseudo-pointed snouts and slightly jutting tusks, while their skin pigment ranged from gray to green; they were as strong as a bear and had the stamina of a horse; they chose to wear furs with their scalemale armor that was also interlaced with mei'hres.

There were two daivischi among the group, Amid and Dimel; male and female; leathery winged humanoids, that although looked thin at first glance, still displayed knots of muscle in their arms and legs; their overall appearance, although bipedal, was feline in nature, while their faces looked quite shy and innocent; this presentation belied their true nature which could be quite ferocious and sadistic at times. They wore no armor that would hamper their movement, and if they carried weapons they were either hidden or were found in the form of the rings that encircled each one of their fingers.

There was a solitary dolarian among the Marauders whom was called Lassiter. The humanoid, like most of his race, was of charcoal skin with silver-gray eyes, long white hair, and a goatee, and yet he looked as if he had been cursed by the gods of Malrishi; he appeared malnourished, and sickly by disposition, almost coming across as one about to keel over, barely supporting his own weight, not to mention the weight of his thin armor of glistening mei'hres the poor soul look as if he could barely lift a sword, let alone wield it. In spite of this, Arjh'temis made it quite clear that next to himself and the l'majha, Jholeen, and-"but of course, the Champion of Malrishi"; Lassiter was to be the most feared of the group. 'And let those blessed by the gods of the world, never live to discover why…

There were two other l'majha among the group; there was Eusarra who looked like she stepped out of a story about buccaneers, right down to the wide black hat and the red sash that she wore around her waist. Her hair was glistening waves of amber, which made her dark eyes appear all the more darker and prodigious. She was svelte with very full breasts, while her skin was ruddy and beautiful; Eusarra had a flat belly, and shapely legs. She brandished two swords that looked not unlike those akin to a cutlass, a blaster-cannon, and a viro-whip. Obviously her partner, Caros was an extremely beautiful l'majha with full pendulous breasts that wore a tight and very light gray jumpsuit that revealed her dark areolas through the thin fabric. A mane of hair, dark and full of curls, crowned her extraordinary countenance. Caros was the sharpshooter of the group, and carried a sniper's blaster-rifle slung across her back. She carried two hand blasters, and two blaster-cannons.

And what team would be the paradigm of the paradoxically stereotypical elite without its misplaced deadhead? That would be Nubis, known as 'Nubie' by his friends; he was a xan'stafarian bard that perpetuated the appearance of having pinwheels in his eyes; that is when they weren't half-closed, and he reflected the apotheosis of sex, drugs, dance, and music. Decked out in torn armor, this piece of work refused to carry a blaster or sword, and relied solely on his mastery of daggers, and the music of his double-necked guitar. The mei'hres-stringed instrument was the artist's catalyst for eldritch properties and their formidable results.

And then there was Ja'jhanna, and although Aaros suspected that she was also l'majha, there was no way to tell because all that he was allowed to see inside the cowl of the gorgeous long flowing robes and veils, were her eyes, which were of the deepest blue that Donald had ever seen, they almost appeared white, like the foam of the sea. Apparently the only weapon that she needed was the glimmering staff that she kept with her at all times.

And that was the Elite Task Force known as The Marauders.

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(...Mi'jhanth-history of:-

Not all things happen for a reason, at least that is how it was initially interpreted by the l'majha when Mi'jhanth Mordil was born from the race of the High parthias; for with the coming of entities of such paranormal powers that were evidently inherit within the child, the masses might have expected there to be a reason for a Messiah. And according to a small majority of dolarians perhaps there was. However, the year of 541 brought about the Golden Age for Malrishi, when the nations of the world were at the very pinnacles of power. And the first floating city was made manifest at the hands of the Archmages known as the Umajha; vast summits were sheared, raised, and literally inverted, allowing for cities to be constructed upon the bases of the floating mountains. At that time the Umajha were not recognized as death mages, instead they were the catalysts for all things arcane, eldritch, and paranormal; that is at least where most of the fundamental infusing of enchantments was involved; among these participants there would be Mi'jhanth Mordil...)

--To be continued…

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