Jack Of All Trades (Erotica)

“Ah! Our apologies! Here, have them smell this. It neutralizes the effect of the flower’s scent.” The Chuuruthian handed Gee and Bal some small white fabric packets. The Altarians distributed them and demonstrated how to use them.

Leo and Maxim both took a deep sniff and within seconds they were both frowning in embarrassment at their earlier behavior.

Nann indicated she was fine but the Major took a packet and inhaled deeply. Her grin softened and she looked at the Altarian curiously. “What was that?” she asked.

Gee pointed to the flowers. “The scent of the Chella Orchids can sometimes have a mildly intoxicating effect.” She turned back to the Chuuruthian. “We need to speak with a Tik elder if any are available as we believe the Mahrell Drun are back.”

“I’m not familiar with the name Mahrell Drun,” the clerk said nervously.

“It is our belief that the Allsa Komanae are actually descendants of the Mahrell Drun. We have evidence that one of their Prime’s has returned to reorganize and revitalize the Allsa Komanae. Comparatively the Mahrell Drun’s skill at disrupting peaceful societies puts the Allsa Komanae to shame.”

The Chuuruthian’s long whiskers were trembling with nervousness. It didn’t seem to know how to proceed.

“Perhaps you could point us in the direction of transportation to the Tik Enclave and contact Chuuruthian Security to have a representative meet us there. We will share our findings with them at that time,” Gee suggested and the clerk nodded quickly. It pointed to the doorway at the far right of the building.

With a nod Gee led the group to the door and outside. There was an automated taxi service. Gee entered the number of people in their group and was notified a larger vehicle was on its way to pick them up.

The Major leaned in a little closer. “Why did that clerk become agitated when you mentioned the Allsa Komanae?” she asked.

Gee looked up. “The Allsa Komanae attempted to kill the Chuuruthian population with a genetically engineered virus. That’s why you won’t find any Allsa Komanae on the planet. They’ve been banned.”

The commandos looked around the grounds of the Gate Terminal and were impressed with how beautifully landscaped they were.

A large, open vehicle with rows of seating descended next to the platform they were on and they climbed aboard once it stopped. Gee gave their destination and the vehicle slipped back up into the sky to rush towards the southern horizon. The speed of the vehicle increased until the land below rushed by in a blur but there was no wind distortion within the seating area.

“Outside of a few covert operations I can’t go into the details for I don’t think I’ve ever travelled this quickly at such a low altitude before,” the Major remarked.

“Yes, this haste seems to indicate we’ve been given quite a high priority by the Chuuruthian air traffic authority,” Gee agreed.

As they travelled they admired the scenery in the distance as the nearby terrain was moving far too quickly to watch comfortably. Soon they saw something glittering on the horizon and their speed began to diminish. They also saw a second vehicle moving on a trajectory similar to theirs. It was much smaller and enclosed. Their speed dropped quickly as they approached the source of the glittering. Dozens of brand new chrome Tik were flying here and there over a large building. All of them moved with a sense of purpose. Nann likened it to a bee hive.

The taxi settled to the ground outside of the building and the smaller vehicle settled down next to it where two Chuuruthians stepped out and walked over to meet them.

“Greetings! I am Security Minister Stenn and this is Secretary of Defence Kressel. I was informed that you have information regarding a possible Allsa Komanae mobilization. I was contacted by the Altarian Security Minister earlier indicating I should expect you. Am I speaking with Gee and Bal?”

Gee stepped forward. “I am Gee and this is Bal. Our companions are from Earth’s Security Council Force.” Gee made the introductions.

The Major stepped forward holding out her comm. “I have the data from Queen Elissa regarding the Mahrell Drun, a race that had their Gate revoked because of their destructive influence on the other worlds. We are going to speak with an elder Tik if any are available to get confirmation and potentially any additional information we can get on the Mahrell Drun.” She looked over a Gee who nodded so she continued. “We have reason to believe Earth’s chain of command may have been infiltrated and subverted by agents working with the Allsa Komanae and ultimately with this new Prime.”

They began walking towards the entrance to the building and Gee continued. “Our Ambassador, Jack Danner, was abducted by mercenaries on Earth who passed him along to someone who used to be a senior Director in Earth’s Trade Commission, a Mr. Goodson. He in turn smuggled him through a Cargo Gate with help from a smuggling ring to Rehm where the ones who ordered the abduction killed Goodson and took possession of the Ambassador. It was the Allsa Komanae. The trail goes cold at Rehm but it is our belief that the abduction was just one element of a plan to disrupt relations between Earth and Altaria.”

The Chuuruthians looked at each other nervously, whiskers trembling. “We have long believed the Allsa Komanae were a blight on civilization. To hear they may be the descendants of a race excised from the Gate Network for exactly these kinds of crimes seems to validate our concerns.”

“Indeed. However, we need more information on them so we can present this to people on Earth in positions of power that may be able to counteract the insurgence. We have no idea how deep the Allsa Komanae’s influence goes within Earth’s government.”

“Do you know of people you can trust?” Minister Stenn asked.

The Major looked to him and nodded. “The difficult part will be contacting them. My team and I are all being charged with Treason so my calls will be blocked. A call from a Tik would not be.”

“A call from the Chuuruthian Secretary of Defence would also go through I’m sure.” Kressel offered.

The commandos all looked at the Chuuruthian in surprise. “Yes, that would be extremely generous of you. However, it might also put Chuuruthia’s relations with Earth in jeopardy as Altaria’s is now.”

“There is no other race in the entire Gate Network we would be more honored to stand beside in such a conflict. The Altarians and the Chuuruthians are both known for our strict adherence to honorable and civilized behavior. The Allsa Komanae are the exact opposite. Someone needs to take a stand against them,” Kressel said firmly.

“Thank you.” Gee and Bal said with a nod towards the man.

They reached the doors and the two Altarians handed over the weapons they were carrying before they were admitted.

The team looked towards the Secretary of Defence to see how he reacted but he just smiled at their concern. “Not to worry. You entrusted your weapons with the Altarians. There is no better signal of your mutual trust which means the Chuuruthians can trust you as well,” he said.

A Tik with some interesting stylized markings all over its chassis floated towards them. “Hello! Welcome to the Tik Enclave on Chuuruthia. I am BassDrop. How may I assist you today?”

Gee stepped forward. “We would like to speak to any senior Tik or any who might have information on a race called the Mahrell Drun. We have reason to believe they have returned and are attempting to destabilize relations between the Altarians and the Humans.”

“There are Altarians and Humans present in this group as well as Chuuruthians. I see no hostility,” it replied.

“The disruption is between our governments. The individuals you see before you are harmonious in our resolve to see this disruption end peacefully,” Gee explained. “Is there a senior Tik present at the Enclave?”

“Yes, there are two. I will contact them. Please wait here.” The Tik floated off down a hallway.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“BassDrop?” Maxim asked.

“Another human naming though I don’t know what it means.” Bal offered with a frown.

“Is music. Dance club music. Loud. Powerful. Is good,” Leo grinned and Maxim rolled his eyes.

They saw the Tik returning.

“They will see you now. Please follow me.” It set off down the hall and the group fell into step behind it. They exited out into a huge inner courtyard which was beautifully landscaped. In the distance they saw a low platform situated in the middle of the open space. Two Tik were sitting upon raised sections of the platform.

Leo suddenly made an excited sound. He moved closer to their guide. “Excuse please. You were in Moscow? On Earth?”

Without stopping its forward momentum BassDrop turned to face Leo. “Yes I was. Shortly after I was Instantiated I worked the Cargo Gate in the Moscow Gate Terminus. How did you know?”

Leo pulled up his sleeve and showed the Tik a tattoo he had on his thick right forearm. It was faded with age but it was a Spade shape with white beams of light emanating from behind it. The Tik chirped excitedly.

“Ah! I would often spend my enrichment time at Club Spade. The music was exceptional! I was allowed to make my own music there two nights a week. It was exhilarating! The club manager gave me my name!”

“That tattoo is from a Russian dance club?” Nann asked with a smile. “I thought it was military!”

“Music is good!” Leo insisted.

BassDrop extended one of its metallic tentacles and touched its chassis and the group saw the identical symbol painted there. “We are similar in our love of good music! Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”