Jupiter Brains All Over The Wall

Two years later...

Human colonies were disappearing and no one would speak of who was causing it.

She had stayed two years in the system that had once “birthed” her progenitors. Collecting what she could from the dessicated corpse of their ruined cities. Mot much remained untouched by the mutated plant life that had taken root in the ecosystem. Her travels took her to Kobol and New Caprica and what had been the Earth of the thirteenth tribe. Nothing remained of her brothers and sisters, she missed them, mourned them, wished for them to comfort her.

She had hid with the last of her brothers, away from prying eyes until she knew as much as she could about the races around them. As they crawled through the dead end systems of the Terminus they took out pirates and made upgrades to their systems and themselves.

She settled on going to Omega, the underbelly of the galaxy. There she could blend in and pick apart the random bits of information until she could find out what was happening to the human colonies. In the back of her mind she felt it right that she try and save what she had once tried to destroy. Even if humanity had no idea of their past.

The walkway surrounding the Nightclub known as Afterlife was busy with a multitude of races wanting to drink and dance and be around each other and apart from one another. She didn't bother to wait in line at the main entrance instead going up to the door where two batarians stood with data pads full of lists of names. One of the batarians nodded at her as she came up the stairs.

“Go on through, sweetheart.” he leered and the door opened.

Six's perfect smile was stark against her tan skin and red dress. The batarian came up to her “There's another Afterlife, in the back of the markets, with a turian standing guard. Tell him that Jaruut sent you to where the real party is.”

Six studied him for a moment and nodded. “I'll do that.” she replied and left him at the front door.

The sides of the entrance of the club was dark with splashes of red from the holographic flames on the walls. Through the second door she could feel rather than hear the bass of the music. It was like the underground dance clubs on Virgon. Asari dancers on a floating platform surrounding a central column that showed vids of dancing asari. She looked around for something to catch her eye. There was a bar on either side but nothing hooked into her. Maybe she would take the batarian up on his offer.

She made her way back through the entrance and shot the batarian a grin. “You're right.”

He chuckled. “Told ya.”


Afterlife VIP was smaller but had the same throbbing of energy of it's larger sibling. She spotted the bar off to her left and went over to order a drink. Next to her was a gorgeous asari in tight black armor, eying a mousy young woman who danced timidly in a corner of the dance floor. There was something about the young woman, so fresh, a sweet blossom just starting to bloom. She ordered a whiskey on the rocks and started over to the woman. Coming closer she saw that her cloths weren't that great but she tried to be pretty.

She could feel eyes burning into her back but she didn't turn around to see who was glaring at her, or ogling her. Carefully she started to dance and let the music that pulsed through her body move her closer to the young girl. After a few moments the girl noticed her and she couldn't tell if it was the lights or she was actually blushing.

Six pounced on the moment. “ The music here is very thrilling here, don't you think?” she asked with a friendly but small smile.

“Oh, y-yes it is.” she answered softly, almost too soft for most people to be able to hear her but Six could.

“Just sort of carries you. Lets you shift and move like water or leaves on the wind.” she replied thoughtfully.

“Like you.” the girl answered shyly and Six made herself blush.

“Me?” Six took a large swallow of her whiskey and let her eyes. “That's the sweetest thing anybody has ever said to me.”

That wasn't a lie, either. With her brothers and sisters she was a part of a collective and her sisters, though she loved them, did not play idle compliments. The music changed and the rhythm was lost to them so they stepped off the dance floor. The burning feeling on her body continued. It wasn't lust that was searing into her but anger.

“What's your name?” the young woman asked.

Six didn't let her smile waiver as she remembered: she didn't have a name. Her smile grew sweeter. “What do you think my name should be?”

The girl tapped her fingers on the chin in thought. It was an adorable little reaction and the girl's eyes brightened as she came to a decision. “Layla.”

Six's eyebrows rose at the name and she grinned. “Layla it is, then. What is your name?”

“Nef.”

“Is this your first time here too?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Layla sighed in relief. “Splendid! We can experience it together and not feel like we're embarrassing each other.” she put her hand to her mouth and giggled. “But only if you want to.”

Nef seemed unsure but Layla's disarming smile seemed to put steel in her spine and she nodded excitedly. “Okay, that sounds like fun.”

Layla placed a hand on her back and steered her to the bar. She saw the asari was eying her as if she was a rival, stalking the same prey. This young girl was going to be her prey but Layla had snatched her away. Coming closer to the bar Layla sent the asari a “Don't be a sore loser” look and the asari stalked off.

“You are sadly bereft of a drink, dear.” she replied softly and waved over the bartender.

Nef looked lost and smiled. “What she's having,” she pointed at Layla's whiskey.

The bartender nodded and poured her a whiskey on the rocks. Nef took the glass and took a sip, letting the icy liquid travel down her throat to warm her chest and stomach. Layla smiled approvingly and spied an empty table off in a corner. The two women made their way over and Layla made an effort to to keep a comfortable distance from the younger woman.

“So what do you do, Nef?” she asked with a dazzling smile.

“I-I'm a sculptor.” she answered softly.

Layla leaned forward and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. “Really? I've never met an artist before.”

Nef's cheeks blossomed pink and she took a large swallow of her whiskey. “It's nothing, just something to do. What do you do?”

The question was meant to steer the conversation away from her and Layla would let it go...for now.

“I explore. Wander.” she replied nonchalantly. “What do you sculpt?”

Nef brushed her hair out of her face, drawing Layla's gaze to her slim hands and her flawless cheek. “Whatever pops into my head. Sometimes its shapes or a movement that I find entrancing. Like people dancing, some of them move like water but with form and shape. I've had a couple of galleries interested in buying a couple of pieces but I-I'm not sure. I'm just dumb trash from Omega.”

“You are not some dumb trash from Omega,” Layla replied smoothly. “I can tell that much from these few moments with you that you have a creative spark that most would kill for. Sell your pieces! Get out of here! Go live your life!”

“I don't know...” Nef's voice trailed off with uncertainty but finished her drink. “The money would help my mother and I.”

Six was in. The young woman was confiding in her and she knew she hadn't lost her model's touch at seducing and lowering the guards of whoever they put their sights on. An asari waitress came over with a tray and set down two glasses of their drinks of choice with a big smile. Nef's brow furrowed as did Layla's.

“We didn't order these.” Layla replied with a smile.

The waitress nodded and turned to point at the asari that Layla had competed with for Nef's attention. “She did. Don't worry she didn't touch the drinks.”

Layla's smirked. “Should we take them? Put her out of her misery?”

Nef took the gift whiskey and downed most of if trying to give herself some backbone. Layla smiled and took the other drink as the waitress left them. She took a sip of the drink and raised her glass to toast the asari across the dance floor. It was a foolhardy move but she was confident she could beat the asari again. A thought of seeing how far she could push this little artist in front of her flitted across her mind.

The music got louder and Nef scooted closer so that she could listen to whatever Layla had to say. The waitress brought another round of drinks. Layla's body could metabolize the whiskey faster than Nef's and she could see the younger woman's eyes go hazy. She smiled and placed a hand on Layla's leg.

“My dear Nef,” Layla whispered, her lips delightfully close to the girl's ear. “You've had too much to drink.”

“Maybe what they say is true.” Nef answered back. “A drunk person does what a sober person wishes to do.”

“So you would never try to seduce a beautiful woman sober?” she teased.

“I would be too afraid to.” Nef choked.

“You have fire coursing through you're veins.” Layla chuckled. Her hand lay over Nef's and she slid her fingertips over her wrists.

“Maybe you should put it out.”

Nef shivered as their whiskey laden breath mingled and she tilted her head back and pushed herself up. Layla met her lips halfway, slipping her arms around her waist and pulling her closer her. Fire burned in her body and Nef slipped her hands through her hair to keep herself attached. Their tongues sought each other out and dueled top put out the flames their bodies held.

Layla pulled herself away, reluctantly, from the delicious body.“Lets get out of here.”

“Can't go to my place.” Nef growled. “My mother.”

“I-I have a ship.” she grinned. “With a beautiful bed and you would look beautiful on it.”

“Take me to bed, Layla.”