Jupiter Brains All Over The Wall

Yay new chapter!

Here's some steamy stuff that FF.net would see.

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The Six named Layla was lying naked next to a woman who was as skillful with clay and metal as she was with flesh. Her lips trailed over her lover's body like droplets of rain that quenched the skin and the soul. Layla had let herself ride out the impending wave like a twig with one shiny green leave. Limbs tangled together, sweat lubricating their joints and cooling their bodies. Soft sighs and heavy gasps filled the room. Crescendoing until two sharp cries ending the piece.

They lay, satisfied, fulfilled, on the large silky bed that made up the centerpiece of the cabin inside the ship Layla had stolen. The pirates who once owned the ship were dead before they could get to their intended prey. A silky haired head lay on her shoulder and an arm wrapped itself over her stomach.

“I've never felt anything like that before.” Nef breathed, squeezing Layla's stomach lightly.

Layla kissed Nef's forehead and smiled into her sweat dampened hair. “Neither have I. My dear Nef you have hands that would make the angels weep.”

She felt Nef's curve in smile and then felt those same lips on her skin in a feathery kiss. “I think I made you weep a few times.”

Nef's hand dipped to Layla's sex and a thin finger slipped between the lips to rub at the sweet pearl that lay within. A growl rumbled deep in Layla's chest at the playful act making Nef's smile to grow. Layla pulled Nef's hand away from her delicate area and rolled over so that she was on top of the smaller human. Nef's smile was matched by her own.

“Are you calling me an angel?” she teased and dipped her head down to kiss the valley between Nef's breasts.

Her tongue snaked out quickly to flick an air hardened nipple and Nef sighed at the intimate touch. The young woman arched her back to receive more of the ardent touches from the blond and Layla was more than happy to oblige. Layla held Nef's hands down and away from her, making her helpless to her ministrations.

A tongue slithered around nipple and then switched to the other causing the buds to harden further. Layla lightly bit one nipple and Nef hissed at the pleasure mixed with pain. Nef wrapped her legs around Layla's waist and tried to roll the blond back onto her back. The Cylon was too strong for her human lover to move and she chuckled as the girl strained against her.

“Sweet thing.” she whispered trailing kissed down Nef's stomach, smooth and soft like the rest of her.

Her lips stopped just above Nef's sex and looked up at her. The girl's chest was heaving with anticipation for a continuation of what they had done earlier. There was a fire in the girl's eyes, a spark that set Layla's skin ablaze. She watched Nef's face as she licked and sucked her clitoris and labia, the earthy scent of her body driving a strange need in Layla's body. For long moments she worked her tongue and lips over her lover's sex and the noise that emanated from the sculptor and drove the smaller woman over the edge a second time.

“Layla!” Nef cried as her body arched and collapsed from her release.

The sound of Nef crying her name made Layla smile as she slid up the girl's body and rolled them onto their side. Their arms wrapped around each other with Nef snuggled onto Layla's chest. Layla felt Nef's breath even out and deepen signaling that she was falling asleep. She couldn't help the languor coming over her body and she let her cheek lay on Nef's hair she let herself sleep.

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She dreamed of laying next to a Two and an Eight, childlike innocence intertwining their limbs together as they sped away from New Caprica. Can't force love at the end of a gun. They had found this out the hard way. Fumbled at trying to right their wrongs like a child trying to fix their mother's favorite vase with scotch tape.

Beyond the partition that separated the room from the hallway she could hear a lovely shushing sound, comforting and she wanted to see where it was coming from. The Two that had his arms around her waist groaned at the loss of his cuddle buddy. She padded barefoot across the room and as she drew closer the lights around her grew brighter. Her eyes squinted shut and she opened them again.

It was a dream and Nef was leaning over her with a soft smile. Layla had almost forgotten where she was and who was with her. She smiled pleasantly up at her lover. “Good morning.”

Nef chuckled. “Good morning.”

Layla scooted herself into a sitting position and ran her hands through her platinum blond hair. “Did you sleep well?”

Nef blushed and bit her bottom lip. “Yes, I did. You did too by the smile on your face as you slept.”

It was Layla's turn to blush. “Your fault.”

Nef got out of the bed and padded over to the shower. “I wish I could stay longer but I have to get back to my mother. She'll be worried.”

“Of course,” Layla replied and rolled out of the bed grabbing a silky blue robe from off a nearby chair. The fabric felt cold against her skin. “I'll make breakfast. Anything in particular you want?”

“No, I'll eat whatever you make.” Came the reply from beyond the sliding metal door that separated them.

Layla exited her quarters and made her way to the galley of the ship. She passed a few Centurions and smiled at them in greeting. They paid no mind to mind to her robed state. They had seen her in far less many times before and it did not offend them.

“You have the strangest mechs.” Nef replied coming into the galley. “One of them was making your bed.”

Layla spun around and grinned at her. A spatula was in her hand and the smell of real eggs and bacon wafted through the air. Nef wore the clothing that she had worn to the club but her hair was clean and soft. She across the galley and reached up to give Layla a soft kiss on the lips.

“Really? Well I'll just have to thank them.” she replied and inhaled the scent of her shampoo in the girl's hair. The vanilla and apple scent was better suited to Nef than herself.

“I did that already out of habit.” Nef replied sheepishly looking over Layla's shoulder to the two frying pans on the stove. “Is that real eggs and bacon? I haven't had that in ages!”

Layla's grin went lopsided and shrugged. “I have connections.”

Killing pirates and pillaging their food stores and fuel after they were asphyxiated by their own 'malfunctioning' life support systems. This ship was a prize from one such attack and it suited her purpose well for when she couldn't use the baseship.

“There is juice in the fridge and glasses are in the shelf to the left of the fridge. Hope you like scrambled eggs because that's all I can make.” she replied turning back to the stove.

She heard the clinking of glasses and the opening of the fridge. It was a nice scene to be in and she almost wished that it wouldn't go away. Maybe Nef wouldn't act like the Colonials and try to not hate her. The bacon was nice an crispy without being burnt and the eggs were fluffy and marbled white and yellow. She turned off the stove and slid the eggs and bacon onto two plates nearby.

Nef was just pouring orange juice into two glasses when she exited the galley into the mess area. She looked up and smiled at the food. “That smells delicious.”

Layla carefully put the plates down and sat next to Nef who picked up a slice of bacon and took a hardy bite. The pleasure that swept over Nef's face at the taste of real bacon from the pig made Layla giggle. They matched their pace bite for bite the hunger their lovemaking worked up causing them to wolf down their food. Layla was finishing drinking her juice when Nef turned and kissed her hand.

“That was the best breakfast I've ever had.” she blushed.

Layla caressed her cheek and wiped a fleck of egg off the corner of Nef's lips. “My pleasure. Now let me get dressed and I'll walk you home. I don't want anything to happen to you.”

She got up and took the plates and her glass to be cleaned later, leaving Nef to finish her juice in peace.
The Centurion who was straightening her room when she came in looked up and straightened, a dainty pair of pink panties in it's metal hands. Layla blushed and gently took it away from him.

“Thank you,” she replied softly and kissed the Centurion just under his optical visor. “I'm going to walk her home after that I'm going to go see if there is any news.”

The terminal on her desk flashed on. “Another Colony attacked: Horizon. Half of the colonists gone.”

“Shit!” Layla hissed and glared at the Centurion. “Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

The Centurion pointed at the panties and then at the bed. The gesture meant: You were busy. She quickly threw on a black jumpsuit and laced on a pair of mid calf black boots. Her hair was pulled back by a couple of barrettes. It was an unassuming look and easy to move in. She slipped on a gun belt and made sure it had enough heat clips in it.

“Have the ship ready to leave when I get back so we can meet up with the baseship.” she replied and started for the door. “Thank you.”

Nef was waiting for her by the airlock with a couple of Centurions standing guard like two silver sentinels. They straightened as she came forward and Nef gave her a relieved smile. Layla returned it with a reassuring on and hooked her arm with Nef's. The airlock opened to the docks where her ship was and they made their way down the street past Afterlife. The ship wasn't far from the tenement that Nef shared with her mother. They stopped in front of her door and Nef gave Layla a sad look.

“How long will you be here?” she asked.

“I'm leaving as soon as I get back to the ship but I'll be back as soon as I can.” Layla gave her a concerned look. “I won't forget you if you don't forget me.”

She slipped her finger under Nef's chin and lifted her face up so that their eyes met.

“I promise I will come back.” she replied and pressed her lips together in a sweet kiss.

“I won't forget about you.” Nef replied quietly. “I have to get inside before my mother wakes up.”

Layla watched her sadly as the sculptor pressed in the entrance code to her apartment and slip inside. She didn't know how long she stood there but a buzzing of her comm told her that she needed to get back to her ship. Her feet carried her in a sprint that matched a gazelle so that she could be gone and back quicker.

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The baseship met them right outside the asteroid field that held Omega and the pirate ship slipped inside the largest hanger bay where the heavy raiders were housed. The FTL drive was already spooling up as they docked and Layla ran towards the command center where she could oversee the Hybrid's jump. She slid past Centurions as they went about their business muttering 'excuse me' and 'sorry' if she had to move or hit them. It was easier to think of them as brothers than as servants. They had saved her, the last of her kind, and they had a connection to each other.

Two of the Centurions were inside the command center waiting for her. They were hooked into the central console and looked up to watch her enter. She pushed up her sleeve and slipped her hand into the clear liquid that conveyed her requests.

Ready for jump.

The Centurions could not communicate vocally but the data stream allowed them direct feed to each other, the hybrid and her if she was in the stream.

Take us to Horizon. She replied and the ship fired it's FTL drive causing the asteroids around it to coming crashing together at the sudden loss of mass.

Through the stream she watched the planet where Horizon resided pop into view. She switched to a scanning mode to see what type of trails she could see. Two distinct signatures were found, one was Alliance or something of that nature and the other was different. It was not like any signature by any engine she had encountered in her short time in this new galaxy.

Calculate the trajectory of this ship. She ordered the Hybrid.

It took only a few seconds for the calculations and the Hybrid showed her what systems the ship might have gone to. Four systems were on the list one of them near Alliance Space and two of them near the Galactic Core.

Send scout Raiders. Have them attach themselves to the ship and open trackers until we can catch up. If they aren't there then have them set up a tracking position until they do.

She pulled her hand out of the console and looked up at one of the Centurions. Luckily the ships that they had plundered from had revealed many systems that were rarely visited by any but the pirates. The charts made for incredibly accurate FTL jumps that would make the best navigator blush from embarrassment.

For hours it seemed that she paced the center until a Centurion motioned for her to leave the room. She pleaded silently for him to let her stay but was politely rebuffed. Frowning she left the room for the adjoining office area with its sleek white and silver furniture. There was a terminal on the desk that interfaced with the comm buoys the Alliance and it's allies used to communicate. Lazily she scrolled through dozens of articles pertaining to the Collectors and then she switched to the classified sections.

The Colonials learned that Cylons were masters at hacking and that fact had not changed in all these millenia. It had taken her a blink of an eye to slip through the Alliance firewalls without calling attention to herself. There was talk of a dead Spectre, a lot of talk in fact. He was working for Cerberus, a paramilitary human first party headed by someone called The Illusive Man. She read over every report known about this Illusive Empire and grew sickened. Humanity first no matter what. Experiments to further advance human technology and genetics and goals while losing their humanity in the process.

Cerberus was after the Collectors. Were they looking for acceptance or something much more sinister. She would have to met this Illusive Man and maybe kill him if she deemed it necessary for the preservation of the human race. He couldn't get a hold of her body though. Humans with resurrection would disastrous.

In the back of her mind she heard the metallic clanking of metal feet belonging to a Centurion. She looked up and it. “You found something?” it nodded and she dashed out of her chair, causing it to fall over.

She slid to the center console just in time to see them exit FTL over a ship to ship combat. It was a turian vessel and it was getting hammered by the Collector ship. It had to have been the Collector ship the signature was the same as Horizon.

"Open a channel to the turian vessel."

“This is Captain Peltrasius of the Turian frigate Parthian Rage state your business.”

“We are here to offer assistance. Fall back and let my Raiders disable the ship.” Layla replied over the center's comm.

Parthian's shields down to 30%

“You're shields are going to fail soon, Captain. Get the hell out of here!” she cried.

Deploying 1st and 3rd squadrons to knock out the Collector ship's engines.

“Mass Effect Drive is down we can't jump.” The turian captain replied evenly

“Affirmative Captain, get behind us we'll try and hold them off.” she replied.

Enemy ship's engines are off line. Life support functioning. Shields down.

Datamine their systems. Expect heavy firewall and virus defenses. Scan the ship for human lifeforms. She ordered the ship's second hybrid

The centurions could not save the resurrection ship as a whole but the hybrid and most of the resurrection pools had been saved. Layla had made it a point to use the hybrid if a electronic warfare suite and centurion anchor. The main hybrid stayed hooked into the ship and kept its main function. The hybrids were far more sophisticated than any AI that the present species could design and she moved faster than most computers.

Datamine complete. Partitioning hard drives for maximum security. 21,365 viruses detected. 2 days until analysis complete.

300 human life signs aboard. Centurions wish to launch rescue party.

“Parthian Rage to unidentified vessel, our thanks. Reinforcements on the way. ETA: 2 hours.”

“There are 300 humans hostages aboard that ship, Captain. I'm sending in a rescue team.”

“Affirmative, ma'am. Rescue teams will be standing by. Launching when you're ready.”

Layla shut off the comm and turned to the nearest Centurion. “Get a Heavy Raider and twelve Centurions ready I'm going to go to the ship and see what they do to the Colonists.”

The Centurion nodded and turned back to the console to do as she asked.


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