There was an over-flow in Nathan’s head, all the pain that had been caused to him up to that point; the multitude of life or death situations, all of them rolled back through them. Gnashing his teeth together, he had taken everything that had hit him; however, now there was a different kind of rage passing through them. Both of his pupils dilated, nostrils flaring as he had seen what the bastard had done to Lily, the fucker had stabbed her, then left her for dead in a huddled heap atop broken glass. He had knocked out Tesla and dragged her in some wild goose chase through this filthy city, what came next was what forced Nathan’s heart to pound that much faster in his chest. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, through his heart and brain as his muscles tightened up along with his fists.
“Garrus….” Nathan whispered under his breath, just as Zephyr turned from tossing the kid off of himself and across the building. Neither of them bothered to watch as the grey skinned teenager caught himself in the air and landed casually on his feet, falling from the wall to the ground. Zephyr was busy looking over at Nathan, whom at this point was trembling.
“Go home, you coward. No proper warrior would ever show fear like you do.” Those words were enough to send Nathan over the edge, he imagined Zephyr taunting Garrus. He knew the red-head would have been terrified facing down someone who was clearly his better; yet, the pilot had done it. Both of his fists tightened up, then finally, he just snapped. Images of his friend splattered across the hood of a car, the spray of blood….that image kept coming to him. Soon, his entire world was nothing more than a red mist, as he started to run forward at his opponent.
“FUCK YOU!” The captain bellowed, his body moving harder than it ever had before, Zephyr didn’t bother moving, smirking as he tightened up his stance. Solidifying his grasp on the ground, his thought process already predicting exactly what Nathan was going to do.
Come on, come on. I’ll put you down like the dog you are, He thought to himself as Nathan burst into his range, Go ahead and throw your right hook so I can dodge and smash you across the jaw. As his thought process ended, Nathan did exactly as he predicted, throwing his fist outwards in an arc which Zephyr started to move around. Just as he was about to claim victory, Nathan’s arm bent into a ninety-degree angle; his elbow now perfectly in-line with the material of mask. They collided and the Yor’zvin male was forced to take two back-steps in order to regain his balance. Maybe, this will be more fun than I thought it would be.
As the kid watched for a moment, he looked over towards Tesla; wondering just how special to Nathan she must be in order for him to fight this enemy. Shrugging his shoulders, the teen gripped both of his daggers and started to catch his breath; the fight with Zephyr had been at a stand-still, but it was obvious that the Yor’zvin had much more endurance than he did. Inhaling, he just prayed that the stranger could hold the assailant off until he refreshed him.
As the teen regained his bearings, Nathan and Zephyr were brawling, the alien having just barely regained his footing enough to block the next blow that Nathan threw at him. Stepping backwards again, he felt the snap of former janitor’s fist against his arm; pain laced through Zephyr’s wrist as he felt the forward jab pound at him again and again. Left, right, left, right….the guy is so fucking predictable, but he’s got a nasty punch. Still, I can use that to my advantage. Zephyr had been trained in all manner of martial arts from various different cultures and races; seeing Nathan’s raw street fighting and boxing, just made him all that much surer he could win. Waiting for a moment, he watched Nathan throw a hard left straight again. At that point, the Yor’zvin only smirked and stepped around the gap, throwing a cross counter; just as the cross was beginning to form and Nathan’s jaw about to be struck, Zephyr felt an odd sensation in his arm.
Nathan had changed the trajectory of his punch, pushing his elbow outwards and sending Zephyr’s arm off-course, brushing past his head harmlessly. A vicious smirk grew across the Captain’s face as he suddenly swung upward, nearly jumping off the ground as his fist connected in a savage manner against Zephyr’s chin. Bells rang in the warrior’s ears as he took a step back, rattled from the blow to his exposed point; just then, his opponent lunged forward swinging out again in a heavy haymaker. “Not that easy.” Zephyr stated as he ducked it before pounced forward into Nathan’s chest in a bull-rush. Colliding with him, the pair fell backwards to the ground, Nathan grunting as his spine connected with the cold steel roof. Zephyr at this point had managed to straddle the captain and began to swing, aiming all of his blows directly for his enemy’s face.
“I would be disappointed if it was.” Nathan responded calmly, his voice like ice as he held his arms tightly together against his face, blocking the blows as they rained down upon him. Gritting his teeth, he began to pull up his legs, getting them into a position where both of his knees were up. Another heavy grunt escaped him as he felt another three blows connect against him; his arms now blacked and bruised from the constant hits, both of them with next to no feeling in them. That didn’t matter to him, instead of dwelling on that, he shot up doing a sit-up between the punches and bashing both of his fists into Zephyr’s throat. As soon as the blow connected, Zephyr toppled backwards over Nathan’s knees, coughing and hacking as he struggled for air. As he began to kneel and stand up, he was greeted to the sight of Nathan running at him. Both of the captain’s hands wrapped around Zephyr’s skull as he leapt forward with his full momentum; one knee coming up as he sailed through the air. Feeling his head being pulled down, the trained fighter closed his eyes; as the impact occurred.
Black shards shot outward through the air, each refracting light like glass as blood splayed through the air with it. Rolling across the ground and standing up hurriedly, the Yor’zvin hunter rose up plucking two shards of glass that had buried themselves into the sides of his head out. Blood was dripping out of his slashed lips, cut cheeks and from his forehead, standing there without breathing heavily; he wiped the blood from his eyes and stared directly at Nathan. Eyes that were as black as night itself greeted him; however, the rest of his face wasn’t what he expected. Zephyr’s face was human in construction; however, his mouth was covered by four interlocking plates, two to either side and each one atop the other. Curling over the nose, the first pair had formed like mandibles from the cheeks that thickened out until they covered the space from the bridge of his nose to the tip of his upper lip. Meanwhile, the other two plates had formed from the tip of the chin and crawled upwards with proliferations slightly thicker than a pen running in a row of three past the other two. As Zephyr breathed, they rippled slightly, his black eyes locking onto Nathan as the warrior drew out the pair of shock-sticks that he had used earlier.
Nathan didn’t move, rather, he let his seething anger be the only thing that was fueling him right now; Zephyr extended one hand outward, holding the staff back behind him. Every few moments, he would motion for Nathan to come to him as they circled around one another. Tension began to fill the air between the two as they sized one another up; Zephyr with some respect for his opponent, while Nathan was just waiting for the smallest of openings. Which came in the form of Zephyr howling in pain as a knife was submerged into his back; more blood trickled down to the ground as he hissed in agony. Spinning around to attempt back handing the teen who had refreshed himself; as he swung, the kid had already ducked and slid between Zephyr’s legs. He didn’t need a cue to know what was going to happen next; Nathan was already running forward and as he passed by, they had an exchange. The teen’s hand shot forward exposing the handle of his other dagger, which Nathan took hold of in his charge.
Just as Nathan was about to stab into Zephyr’s throat, the Yor’zvin ducked down despite the pain it caused him; pushing his staff backwards and hammering it into Nathan’s gut. An immediate jolt went through the Captain’s body as all the kinetic energy that had been built up from each swing was released into him. In a split second, Nathan went from simply being pushed back to being thrown clear across the rooftop; hurtling through the air, he crashed onto the adjacent rooftop, rolling for a moment before smashing into a dirty pile of mattresses. Groaning, the captain sat up, nearly buried in the dirty pile, blood ran out from his lips before he managed to pull himself up. Dizzy and almost completely incapacitated, Nathan paused before stumbling back down and vomiting onto the roof top. Wiping his mouth, he got back up and breathed for a moment to recuperate from what had just happened.
The kid on the other hand, now weaponless was doing his best to dodge the flurry of staff swings that were continually being hurled his way. Again and again, he would duck, sway, then bob and weave to get past the numerous attacks that were sent sailing at him; yet, the knowledge that with each passing strike, the stronger the hit that would come when it did started to weigh heavily upon him. Stepping backwards, the kid watched as Zephyr started to swing faster, obviously wanting to end this quickly. A hard swipe came long ways towards him, yet the Warrior was holding the staff with his hands separated by a good distance. As he dodged the one end, the other end came backward in a snapping motion; dodging became much harder and his swings much less predictable. Jumping over a low sweep that came his way, the kid caught hold of Zephyr’s shoulders and tossed himself over them. In the next second though, he regretted it. The Yor’zvin’s arm darted backwards and without looking, the warrior had caught hold of the teenager’s neck; yanking him back down, Zephyr flung him back overhead slamming him into the roof and paralyzing him. Shaking violently for a moment, the kid grimaced and coughed before Zephyr rose up his staff like a bat, getting ready to swing into the kid’s skull for the kill.
Tesla’s eyes began to open slowly; the light hurt her head and made her close them back hurried. Continually trying to get her eyes to dilate as the feeling in her body seemed to be completely gone; she could see something in the distance. A figure running and taking a leap across the rooftops, it flew through the air, being upheld only by its own force. Nearly coming short, the fuzzy outline stumbled and forced itself back up into a sprint; as it grew closer, it became clearer. Much like a magic picture, when held at a certain distance the image became clearer and clear; suddenly, she could see the contours of Nathan’s face. Joy danced in her heart for a brief moment, but she didn’t know why that was so, then it all flooded back to her; Zephyr had kidnapped her. Still feeling the effects of the drug, she tried to move, but found herself unable to. Nathan vanished out of her line of sight, only for a loud no to resound through the area.
Nathan screamed, his voice a roar above the vehicles that zoomed by them. “NOOOOOOOO, YOU WON’T TAKE ANYMORE LIVES YOU ASSHOLE!” No sooner had he said this, did Zephyr start his swing down and did Nathan slam his shoulder into the side of Zephyr’s body. The pair both toppled as their bodies were carried along by the momentum that the Captain had built up; looking down, the two combatants could both see that there would be nothing to catch them if they fell from the roof. Beneath them was nothing more than the black void that eventually ended in the vacuum of space; while there were the fields that would scan them as they fell, there would be nothing to save them. Falling here meant certain death and they were both about to go plummeting over the edge; the kid whom was still recovering from the blow scrambled. Crawling rapidly and grabbing Nathan’s ankles as he went sliding downward; meanwhile, Zephyr caught a hold of upper arms, clinging to the fabric for dear life. As the additional weight took hold, the kid began to slide forward being pulled down with both Nathan and Zephyr. “LET GO OF ME!” Nathan roared back at the Yor’zvin, but found he couldn’t swing because of the grip.
“Are you insane? Do you think I want to die!?”
“You’re just going to get us all killed, if you don’t let go! Aren’t you supposed to be some noble breed of warrior or some shit like that? Do the noble thing; sacrifice yourself, so that we can live!”
“What kind of backward fucking notion do you think I follow, we fight to better ourselves and to improve our status in life. This isn’t some knight in shining armor bullshit; I’m doing my job so I can get my WIFE back.”
“WHAT!?”
“TESLA IS MY WIFE, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU TOOK HER FROM ME AND I’M GOING TO KILL FOR IT! WHEN YOU’RE DEAD, I’M GOING TO TAKE HER BACK HOME, BE TREATED AS A GOD DAMN KING AND FUCK HER TILL SHE CAN’T FUNCTION.”
“YOU THINK I KIDNAPPED HER!? JACK-ASS, I WAS THE ONE WHO GOT HER OUT OF HER CRATE ABOARD THE SHIP I WAS SERVING UPON; IF IT WASN’T FOR ME, SHE’D PROBABLY BE DEAD RIGHT ABOUT NOW.”
“WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU!?” Zephyr shouted back at him, the revelation causing most of the rage inside of Nathan to shrivel for the moment. Empathy was in his eyes now; however, he was still pissed off about the whole stabbing and beating his two closest friends to death or near death. Groaning as the weight stretched him out, the kid tried his hardest to tug Zephyr and Nathan back up; yet, no matter how he might try, the combined weight of two relatively large adult males was too much for him.
“WOULD YOU TWO JUST MAKE UP YOUR GOD DAMN MINDS ABOUT WHAT TO DO, BEFORE WE ALL END UP DEAD!?” He shouted, now almost hanging for the edge and getting dangerous close to dropping the pair; both of his arms burned with the build-up of lactic acid. A constant dull thump was resounding through them as he attempted to use his body weight to drag them back a bit. A few centimeters worth of progress was made before slipped and the three were sent flying forward. Zephyr, whom had dropped his staff on the roof when he had been tackled, rolled forward shouting as he managed to spot a ledge and latch onto it after falling three meters. Getting his body about half-way pulled up, both Nathan and the kid grabbed onto his legs; which in turn made him lose some progress.
“Come on, big guy….pull us up. You can do it!” The kid shouted, until he noticed that his knife was still plunged into Zephyr’s back; searing pain was clear across the warrior’s face as the additional weight stretched out the skin, causing him to lose more blood and for the wound to widen. Nathan saw this and looked at the ledge, which happened to be a replica of a cast-iron fence. Gulping, he figured that it was his best shot and flung himself off of Zephyr grabbing one of the rungs; one of his hands slipped leaving him dangling by one before fixing himself and pulling himself up and over. Once finished, he saw that the teen had done it as well; which allowed Zephyr to pull himself up and over as well. As the Yor’zvin pulled himself back over, he looked at both Nathan and the teen for a second; his eyes becoming narrowed in frustration before he spoke. Each little hole in the plate growing wider and shrinking depending on what syllable needed to be made.
“Safe to assume the fight is over?” He asked, only for Nathan and the kid to turn to each other; the kid just shrugged and started to make his way over to a lift that he knew about. The captain on the other hand, smashed his fist directly into Zephyr’s face, watching him recoil backwards before punching him in his stomach; as the alien started to bend over from the pain, Nathan finished by grasping his head and slamming it down into his knee. Blood gushed from a new open wound between the warrior’s eyes as he leaned backwards against the rail for a moment, his brain rattling from the force of the impact before Nathan wrapped his hand around Zephyr’s throat. Squeezing around it tightly and cutting off his air supply, Zephyr’s own hands wrapped tightly around Nathan’s wrist nearly crushing them which managed to ease the Captain’s grip on him slightly. Yet, the human willed himself to keep going, reclosing his grasp as Zephyr stared at him, nearly stunned.
“Yeah, I know if this had been a fair fight, you would have mopped the floor with me. I had help and all that shit; so it wasn’t a ‘real’ victory; you know what though, I don’t give a fuck. You left my two best friends for dead, dropped one over the side of a space-station and walked away when he smashed into a vehicle and became red paste. You stabbed a woman in the stomach, whom just happened to be trying to protect a friend; yet, you know what the fucking worst part of this shit is?” Zephyr was sending knees at Nathan’s stomach at this point, causing him to grunt every now and then from the pain; yet, Zephyr was losing strength as his face started turning blue. “The worst part of this is that I can’t kill you. Those little words, the fact that you told me that Tesla is your wife and you were trying to get her back; it saps away all of my desire to watch you rot in the ground like the dog you are.” Releasing Zephyr’s throat and dropping him to the ground, the alien panted and gasped for air; however, Nathan’s boot punished the open wound between his eyes yet again. Kicking him up and causing Zephyr to actually yelp, the Captain stomped at his chest and stomach until he was gasping for air due to lack of energy.
Both of them were panting and covered in blood at that point. Nathan’s knuckles and hands covered in both his and Zephyr’s, while his boot was coated in a layer from the warrior’s face. Looking up, the alien groaned in pain, the knife in his back sliding out of the widened wound and toppling into the recesses of space. Laying through, battered, bloodied and bruised, he looked up at the man who had defeated him before a deep oomph escaped his lips; a sharp pain in his side erupting from the fact that Nathan had just kicked him in his ribs. “Get up….we’re going to get Tesla. Don’t get me wrong, I hate you and I hate everything you did; yet the simple fact that are trying to get back something precious to you….would make me a hypocrite for saying I probably wouldn’t have done the same thing in your shoes.”
Reaching down, Nathan offered his hand to Zephyr, who batted it away and pressed himself up; wavering weakly from side to side before Nathan caught him. Too woozy to deny the aid, the Yor’zvin swallowed his pride and allowed himself to be propped up; both walking along, until they came upon the kid, whom ushered them up through a grav-lift that lifted them back up towards the level they had fallen from. Continuing to move, the pair made it back to the house that they had descended from, where upon they saw the three women that had been left behind waiting for them. Nathan eyed the two that had been there before Zephyr had arrived; one of them was wearing a yellow sun-dress that was a little too small for her, her significant bust was threatening to burst the fabric wide open. Her eyes were sweet and she seemed to have a disposition like that of a mother figure; her skin was a dark-chocolate color, while her eyes sparkled in clear pools of amethyst. A pair of plush lips were currently kissing across the kid’s head as she embraced him, squeezing his head between the titanic mounds of her breasts.
When she did so, Nathan noticed her bending over slight, exposing her large heart shaped ass and the fact that she was not wearing any panties. Her feet were covered in a pair of ramshackle sandals, while her hair was hanging down from her head in a French braid that moved from her temples and rolled back around thick braided tail that hung past her shoulders; while the rest of her hair hung in waves around it. Looking her over again, Nathan could see that her forehead had a series of three red dots arranged in a circle on her forehead and that her ears were fringed in six different places; that was, when he could take his eyes off of her intoxicating ass. Blushing a bright red, he realized that she had noticed him staring and was now shaking her head at him and poking one of her fingers into his chests.
“You don’t have enough money to play with all of this, honey.” She stated bluntly, while her companion, a small mousy girl with a mess of short blue hair and dull grey eyes looked at them. Roughly a b-cup and mostly legs, it was clear that she was timid as her knees were shaking slightly at the number of people around her; the kid merely touched one of her arms, which seemed to calm her down a bit. Keeping her mouth, tightly closed, she continued to say nothing; when suddenly a series of small bead like eyes opened around the ring of her skull, her face developed a few spider-web lines across it as well across the back of her hands. Pausing, she nodded to the kid, who looked back towards Nathan.
“Gil, stop harassing him, it’s not his fault that you were shoving our merchandise right into his face.” As he said this, the woman in the yellow dress, whom was apparently named Gil stopped and pulled back; then bowed to Nathan.
“I’m sorry, Jack, I promise to be more thoughtful next time.” As the kid walked up, he slapped her ass hard enough that the other four could hear it audibly; to which they were all surprised when Gil let out a delighted moan of approval.
“You’re full of shit, Gil, we both know you’re going to keep that cocky attitude so that one of the customers will eventually lose their cool and really abuse you, freaking masochist.” As he finished talking, the woman blushed but didn’t deny it leaving the kid with his hand extended outwards towards Nathan. “My name is Slacker Jack, don’t know my real last name, never have and likely never will; people have always just called me Jack because it was an easy name. As for the slacker part, well, I used to avoid work a lot.” Laughing for a moment, he pushed his hand towards Nathan again, whom took it slowly and shook it while Zephyr and Tesla argued in a nearby corner. Both Jack and Nathan could see that Zephyr was in pain and was being treated to some degree by Tesla; whom at the same time was laying into him for his actions. It devolved into a shouting match between the couple, though Tesla eventually did turn a bright shade of pink from something Zephyr said and kissed him afterwards. Yet, as soon as she had finished doing so, she slapped her partner in agitation.
“Umm, anyway….nice to meet you Jack, my name is Nathan Blackholm. The red-head back there is Tesla and you met our….acquaintance, I actually don’t know his name; though I’m sure he’ll introduce himself to us soon enough. “
“I see, well….the loud-mouthed one that nearly suffocated me with her useless tits, is Gilarose and the shy one is Arachne. She never talks, so we don’t know her real name; we just call her that, since she can see in all directions and can sense the vibrations in the air. So, she knows where everyone is….all the time.” Shivering at that last statement, Slacker Jack only chuckled for a bit before Nathan rose an eyebrow at him, he could see both of the girls and Jack were dirty and were putting on a rather….elegant shoe.
“Look, you guys seem nice and Gilarose is very nice to look at it, but I don’t have any money and I’m rather loathe to pay for sex.” At that point, Slack Jack erupted into laughter, though immediately started coughing due to the injuries that he had suffered from earlier. Still, he continued until he had to sit down and catch his breath, the sound of his laughter still resounding a little bit. It was light hearted and pleasant to the ear; which when he finally stopped, it made Nathan a little sad.
“So you, figured out what we are huh? Well, it isn’t like it is exactly a secret around here; though, business is shit.”
“I can imagine. I landed in a pile of what I’m guessing were the mattresses where your girls did business, not exactly comfortable or discrete. Not to mention, you’re what…seventeen and Arachne can’t be more than fifteen or sixteen.” Another round of laughter erupted from Slacker Jack, while Arachne seemed to fume for a moment, folding her arms across her small breasts and blushing profusely across her rounded face.
“Oh….dear lord….you’re a riot. My race metabolizes food very slowly, everything we do happens slowly, our aging process takes hundreds if not thousands of years. It would take me at least a full two years without eating to finally starve to death; which, considering my frame right now, should tell you that it has been a LONG time since I’ve had any subsistence. My girls need to eat in order to bring me in money, so I live with a bottle of water and a single slice of bread every week. As for my age, I’m fifty-eight and Arachne over there is twenty-eight; her race takes twice as long as yours to fully mature. Granted, her body is ready for sex and she can produce children, likewise her mind is ready for it as well; she just hasn’t adapted what humans expect yet. She’ll get some curves and fill out more in the next three years.” As that final statement, Slacker Jack leaned backwards against the crate he was sitting on and let out a soft sigh.
“Maybe I can help you?” Nathan asked before stretching his hand towards Slacker Jack. “I just started staying at a hotel, where I’m working to put up my crew, which just gained a member; if their conversation was any indication.” As he said this, he looked over to Zephyr and Tesla whom were speaking in a much more civil manner at this point; though it was clear that Zephyr was uncomfortable. Nathan could only guess that Tesla was informing him of everything that had transpired…..to the dot from the looks of things, as the red-head had a rather….dreamy look in her eyes about something. “Anyway, the owner of the place isn’t getting many customers and seems desperate for more income; maybe if we split the profit that your girl’s make three ways, we can all come out on top? You guys get to eat and have a place to stay for free, I can work in fixing up and cleaning the inn to make sure everything is functioning, the owner can bring in more people to his place and expand and eventually….we can all get off this rock.”
Slacker Jack’s eyes lit up in both disbelief and utter amazement before he took a hold of Nathan’s hand and shook it profusely. “You sir, have a deal!” Both of them at this point, before Gilarose wrapped Nathan up in a bear hug and shoved his head between her breasts; the sweet scent of Tesperian roses nearly intoxicated Nathan before he was released, head spinning before the woman grasped his crotch.
“You’re getting one on the house tonight darlin’.” Giggling, she walked away, swaying her ass seductively as she wrapped one arm around Arachne’s shoulder; the pair both going to get their things to leave.
“You just made her life, I hope you know.” Jack stated with gratitude in his voice, as Nathan gathered his wits and wrote down the name of the inn for Jack. As Jack looked at it, his nose wrinkled lightly. “I thought you meant somewhere a bit nicer; I know this old run down place, well….it ain’t much, but it sure as hell is better than this dump. We’ll meet you over there.” At that, Jack left to go talk to the girls, while Zephyr and Tesla walked up to him. Zephyr seemed to have something on the tip of his tongue and only a sharp stomp against his toe from Tesla brought it about.
“I wanted to apologize to you for everything that has happened; I deserved the beat down that you brought upon me, I should have been more rational in my thoughts when I saw Tesla arrive here. While my intentions were to return her home safely to her father and to continue my life with her; I can see now that I was out of line. I am beyond forgiveness, so I humble myself to you and beg that you would take me as a servant, if that does not please you, then a slave. If that is still not enough, then I ask that you allow me to commit suicide to atone for my actions.” Nathan raised an eyebrow at Tesla, whom was looking at her husband as he got down upon his knees and bowed his head in shame; the female of their group had rested her fingers against the military cut of Zephyr’s hair. Stroking it slowly, showing signs of affection if somewhat diluted.
“I figured that Tesla would make you do this; though I also figured some code of honor would make you do it as well. Pull your weight and protect everyone in the crew, beyond that….don’t overstep your bounds; you’ve gotten off to a bad start with everyone, so you’re on thin ice.” Looking back at Tesla, Nathan paused before huffing out a brief sigh and putting his hands into his pockets, letting his thumbs stick out from the top. “You mind telling me what this….husband business is?”
Telsa only giggled a little bit in response, playing with the top of Zephyr’s head as he stood up before slapping his ass. The taller male almost whimpered before, Tesla looked back towards Nathan with a coy smile. “Oh, Zephyr was one of my many, many, many suitors on Yor’zvin; of course, only someone who I choose to become my husband or could actually defeat me in combat could take me. Zephyr challenged me and ending up putting up enough of a fight that I decided to make him my own; granted, he was subservient to me. Oh, I can still remember how he screamed those first two nights…..it brings back such good feelings.” Both Nathan and Zephyr shivered at what she said, though Nathan more so at the fact that Zephyr showed a great deal of both ire and shame in his body language as those words passed.
“I really….don’t want to know anything more about your sex life aside from what you created with me and my crew Tesla.” Nathan commented quickly, which to his surprise didn’t cause any reaction from her husband. “Umm…aren’t you upset that over people have had sex with your wife?”
“No, why would I be?”
“I dunno, shouldn’t a husband usually be protective of who or what sleeps with his woman?”
“On Yor’zvin, monogamy doesn’t exist; in fact, it is a mark of status for someone to have multiple wives or husbands. It is reflected favorably upon the person who happens to be that person’s husband or wife, as it means that though they could have many partners, they choose that specific person to share in their life.” Zephyr explained and Tesla nodded in affirmation, before Nathan just shrugged for a moment, and then looked at Tesla as he uploaded a map to their new safe house onto her data-pad.
As they started to walk away, hand in hand, Tesla paused for a second and looked up at Zephyr slightly confused. “What a second, if you were coming to rescue me, why did you knock me out when I started to question your actions.” Zephyr paused for a moment as Tesla glared him angrily, but he finally squeamishly replied.
“I wanted to be the dominant one for once.” At which point Tesla punched him in his ribs and huffed walking along without him as he doubled over in pain, mainly because she had just jabbed a rib that Nathan had broken. Exasperated by the events of the day and the various twists and turns that it had just taken; the Captain rubbed his temples slowly and then rubbed his arms to produce some heat. Suddenly, Gilarose kissed his cheek and wrapped a very patchwork, but incredibly warm, cover around his shoulders.
“Bundle up darlin’, you humes ain’t used to the cold like the rest of us are. You can borrow that for now.” As she said this, she gave him a brief tap of the ass before vanishing back into a nearby alleyway. Nodding back at her, Nathan started to walk away, pondering where he should go next.
A. Return to the scene of the abduction and find out where Garrus and Lily are.
C. Find Zephyr and question him about Yor’zvin and Tesla.
D. Find Tesla and question her about Zephyr.
E. Help Gilarose, Slack Jack and Arachne move.
F. Try to find another job.
