The Siren of an Angel

Chapter 2- Entertainment Deck

The dark tunnel of the lift soon gave way to the bright glow of the overhead lights. Selura felt her feet make contact with the deck, the feeling of gravity returning. Before her stood a wonderland of flashing lights and alien entertainment. The foul smell of petroleum and oil on the engineering deck was quickly replaced with a sweet alien smell that wafted through the station. Selura closed her eyes and sniffed the air savoring the sweet scent.

She stepped through the crowed streets, searching until she came across a large purple building marked on the map as Palace Galactica, she had found it. She stood before a set of polished durasteel doors that lead into the massive structure. The doors parted for her as she stood in the grand lobby, it was awash with alien and plant life. She approached the desk, behind it sat a droid typing reports on computer beside it, oblivious of her existence. <Cough> “Ah hello and how may I help you madame?”

“I’d like a room, please.” She asked

The robot typed into the computer.  “Ah yes we have a room available on the 5th floor. That will be three hundred energy.” Selura passed over an energy chip. The robot slammed his metal hand down on a bell next to him. Within seconds an insect like targ -dressed in a bellhop uniform- arrived at the desk to assist her. “Please escort this woman to her room” The targ squawked spoke in his strange insect language as he raised his stubby arm, direct Selura to her room.

 

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The creature lead her up a twisting course through the confines of the building finally arriving at the door to her room. The targ bellman removed a keycard from the pocket of his uniform, inserting it into the receptacle. The door hissed open as he handed the card to Selura; she accepted the device as he walked down the corridor without a word. Selura pushed the door out of the way as she walked into her room. “Wow”

She stared in awe at the lavish sweet that waited before her. “Oh… my… YEEAAHH!!!!!” She screamed as she ran towards the bed, slamming down onto it. She curled her legs up to her chest rolling on the soft cotton sheets and squealing with delight. Her wings curled into a cocoon around her feminine form, until she spread her arms and wings flat against the bed her legs dangling over the edge as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

 

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After a quick clean up in the lavatron, Selura hit the entertainment deck to see what the station had to offer. Consulting her datapad she cycled through all the major entertainment facilities, primarily her species own Love Nest.

She stood before the heart shaped doors as she watched Turrekans and Targs all fight for a waiting seat, and a chance to see the sirens. She strode into the pink stained building, a sense of heat and warmth washed over her. She sat down on one of the waiting seats, watching the other customers that floated in a sea of red bliss and the other unlucky that still sat upon the cold hearted waiting seat.

A Kasvogorian floated in the harmony of a female siren, until his service was done and he fell back onto his feet. The gor shock his head clear, still feeling unsatisfied winked implicitly at the siren. She was not amused as she raised her hand, and slapped him clean across the jaw. The massive gor fell back a few steps, rubbing its cheek. It stared at the impertinent siren, its glistening fangs bared to the frail figure before him. She simply returned the gesture with a cold hard stare of defiance, surprisingly unphased by her opponent’s large and brutish stature. Eventually the battle was done, and the gor surrendered and left in a grumble.

The defiant siren lowered herself into her padded chair, her legs folded and a smirk of victory engraved across her face. Selura rose from her seat and approached the brave siren, intrigued by anyone bold enough to hold their ground against a gor. She stood in the centre of the blue and pink circle before the sirens chair. She looked Selura over once, twice… She rose from her seat stepping down from her pedestal. She circled behind Selura, as if evaluating her of her worth. She sat back down in her seat a look of inquisitiveness across her face.

“Well, you are a pretty one aren’t you.” The mysterious woman spoke with a fluid voice.

Selura blushed at the compliment. “Well, thank you”.

The mystery siren raised from her seat her wings flapping through the sky. She lifted from her seat, her feet hovering mere inches from the ground and still managing to star down into selura’s eyes. Selura rose from the deck, a rain of hearts washing down onto her. The mystery siren waved her hand over her head, raining a wash of red down upon her. The siren swerved from her seat wavering behind her. Selura closed her eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of the girl’s hair as she drifted by.

“Imagine the silent waters of the Daros seas, the sweet scent of the Garg lily as it wafts through the air” She brushed her fingers through Selura’s hair, tapping her finger over the top of her ear. She circled around the front of her, running her finger across her neck up to the tip of her chin. She leaned forward brushing her lips across selura’s, until they lay to rest on her cheek.

Planting a soft kiss on her silky chin. Selura’s eye shot open at this sudden contact. The sea of hearts slowed as Selura was lowered back onto the deck, the soles of her bare feet touching the cold metal. She stared in awe at the siren before her. She simply lowered down onto her seat, giving Selura a devilish wink. Selura bowed to the siren in a polite farewell as she left the love nest. Once she was clear she felt something on her ear, she brushed her finger over the top of her ear feeling a small piece of something there. She removed a small piece of metal from the top of her ear, turning it in her hands she found the name ‘Sakura’ inscribed on the face of it.

 

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After her experiences in the Love Nest Selura felt she needed to clear her head. She sat down at a table in the cocktail bar as a smartly dressed robot waiter came to her side. “Ritstik” She dropped an energy chip down on his tray. With lightening speed the waiter returned with her drink balanced on its tray. She retrieved the beverage as she sipped the drink. She flipped the name tag in her fingers remembering the siren from the Love Nest. She placed the drink down on the table closing her eyes and listening to the sweet melody of the floating pianist that circled the bar. She felt a sense of calm wash over her as she listened to the sweet notes it played.