STORM SLAVE: THE STORM PLANET SERIES: VOLUME THREE

by M. Garnet

  The second twin was a Captain of a small jump ship, sent out to the far reaches of the common systems, handling military problems.

  Dee was not fooled. He knew the twins were being kept apart due to the rumors of the Twinned Dissnue affect. This was something that frightened the populated systems about a possible weapon. When the King and Queen were gone, it was Dee who protected the boys, as the Council tried to make changes that would allow the Council and maybe outsiders to take over the wealth of GigasVnee.

  But the storm planet, the twins and Dee all had a different idea.

  Chapter Eight

  The war is almost over….

  At this time, with all the items he needed to handle and the beings he needed to face, why was Quill’s mind slipping back constantly to Minel?

  Since he had been old enough to enjoy sex, it had been available to him in any manner he wanted. Too often, females approached him. There came a time when he got underway to draw away from what was offered, both females and males.

  The Assassin that he shared time with, was not celebrate. The rumors went around that Bogdan was good and made sure the females he honored also found satisfaction. Yet Quill couldn’t talk about this issue with that handsome killer.

  He looked at the Assassin and the others he had gathered. Quill finally got his mind off the female that didn’t want him and got his mind on business.

  “You have been hand picked to help me find some special items my fathers left here in the city cave. Assassin Bogdan found the first weapon that my fathers left and I believe there are more. They may not look like the one he found, but they will be so different and special that intelligent hunters will know one when they see it. This is what the first one was and it created the green expansion that took out the first ships above us.”

  Quill waved his hand and even without a floating screen, a copy of the large green gem floated, turning slowly in front of the Heir.

  “Now I want to warn you that the items may be dangerous. Don’t touch them. Commander Sachim is going to give each of you a special contact unit. He will be available around the clock for the next term and will let me know the location of any items that you might find.”

  Quill looked at the chosen searchers in front of him. They were mostly of a type, tall but thin and strong. They were all born natives of this planet, use to climbing the rocks and facing the storms. He realized that Dee had probably personally chosen these few males and females.

  Looking closely at each one, he like the way they had dressed. They were in individual very soft leathers, with climbing gear and small weapons. “Any questions?”

  No movements for a moment, before two hands were raised. Quill nodded.

  “Sire, is any place off limit?” It seemed both were asking the same question as the second hand went down with a nod.

  Commander Sachim stepped forward. “Along with this small contact unit, I am giving you a pass that will keep anyone from stopping you.”

  The meeting broke up. The hunters were allowed on their own instincts. The Assassin was going to handle the Royal Apartments himself. Quill was going to go down to the main floor and release his mother, prepared for her wrath.

  ****

  Guita was having a hard time containing her excitement. Holding onto the pass and contact that had been handed to her, direct from the hand of the Commander, was like being given an award.

  To be told that she could now go anywhere upward that she wanted to, was like a better award. All her life she had climbed and worked with the other military that were needed to assault the face of her planet’s rocks. That meant climbing both inside and outside.

  The cavern city she had been born in was one of the larger ones. There was a lot of trade between it and the Royal Cave. It was natural, with her high scores and abilities that she was sent to be part of the military, when rumors of war circulated.

  A few specialists from each city cave was sent to the Royal Cave, due to its size and its outside contacts. She came in with a new group and moved up fast to a special group. But to be picked for this special hunt was something she was going to tell her brother, claiming bragging rights.

  Sure it had to be a secret, but eventually the war would be entirely done. She could listen to her brother brag about the ships he had repaired. Smiling as she moved forward in the dark, she would tell about climbing the walls of the Royal Cave.

  She knew where she was going. She was taking the wall at the side of the great opening where the ships came in for landing. Guita had only taken a few steps away from everyone else.

  Since everyone scattered, she was alone in this dark area, as she unzipped a pocket to put her prizes away. But she wasn’t alone. Someone was there, behind some boxes. She was too well trained, knew immediately that he wasn’t suppose to be here. Someone was spying on the Royal Heir.

  Guita drew a small knife as she turned to yell out to others. He was on her before she had completed her turn. One long arm whipped around above her breasts, catching a strong hold of her other arm, pinning both to her sides. His other hand was over her mouth, suppressing her shout and twisting her head with one sharp warp. Guita knew she heard her own neck bones shatter.

  A sadness filled her, as her last thoughts were that she would never be able to tell her brother about meeting the Royal Heir and her last adventure.

  ****

  Joo was inside the garden tunnel when the green flash embarked to rise off the planet. Her own fascination drew her back to watch the sky turn the strange color. She stayed inside the safety of the rock tunnel. At last she saw the distant white explosions as the green disappeared.

  She didn’t know where she would go if she went down into the cave. She also knew it wasn’t safe on the plateau. Some type of war had broken out and power bombs were blasting the planet. Somewhere deep in the caves there would be the Commander and safety.

  It was a long time, as she huddled against the wall before another explosion hit the plateau. There was a flaming explosion with the contact, as she watched. Something dropped and then slid across the surface, breaking and burning at the same time.

  It was not a bomb, Joo realized, but a space ship falling apart as it slammed into the surface. She moved back further into the tunnel. There was no way she was going to go out to see if anyone survived that spaceship’s fall from out at the edge of the atmosphere.

  The Commander would be sending soldiers, armed and in proper suits to protect them from the weather. They would help any survivors and take prisoners, if any one lived through that fall.

  Surprised at her own thoughts, she wanted to find the Commander, sure he would make sense of this insanity. He would provide protection even if he required some cost from her. She was more than willing to pay his price, no matter what it was, as she needed some security.

  It took her until well after dark to find her way to the rooms that she had been locked into, before he let her free. She had to hide twice to avoid soldiers and the lights went out once. She hesitated to move in the blackness.

  Miraculously the lights returned and she found she had missed the turn off to the down steps to the level she needed. At last she was at the wide doors, wondering how she was going to get them unlocked. Surprise, as she turned the handle she found they weren’t locked.

  She moved inside, closed the door in the dark room with no lights. She didn’t want to turn anything on and she was so exhausted she just slid down on the thick carpet. There was another shift in the rocks as something big joined the rocks of the mountain outside. She didn’t mind now, as she was inside.

  ****

  Minel was organizing the small group of workers that were in the closed off section of an unloading supply storage area. It took her two days before her own need to take control had her giving orders.

  No one was surprised, least of all her, that everyone did what she required. Suddenly the pads of supplies were now being unloaded and stored faster than they were being pushed in from the side bay.


  It took no time at all for her to convince everyone that if they got the work done correct and fast, they could take a break and have more time to enjoy their food breaks.

  The prisoners assigned here were also military, but all low grade. They actually were grateful for someone to take over and made them feel like they were a group again.

  For Minel, this kept her mind busy and off a pair of green eyes. The last thing she needed to think about was a male that was out of her reach.

  She stood at the end of the line, doing her part with the others, lifting and moving the small cartons, as she thought of her stupid choices. She really hadn’t felt any attraction to a male, faking or forcing some type of interest.

  Now her damn traitorous body was throwing off heat just thinking of a tall male with the slender strength that this storm planet produced. Yes, where would that alliance go between her, a low born off world military prisoner and the ruler of the wealthiest world in the system?

  Even if she did believe the same heat she felt from him was returned, it couldn’t lead anywhere except more heartbreak. She wouldn’t be another discarded sex toy to another male, even a male so important. She would not surrender.

  Chapter Nine

  War negotiations….

  The Slave/Queen was moving with strong steps across the bay floor, looking for her son. As the official future ruler of this planet, Quill was the only one who would have had the power to keep the door locked on the vault.

  Loralei had come awake in the luxurious rooms of the vault and knew immediately where she and Tet were located. She went first to the intercom and of course it wasn’t working.

  She spent the next couple of short periods, what she would have called hours on Earth, trying to override controls for the door. Nothing worked.

  Tet kept quiet, as in her small bare feet, she prepared a meal.

  “Tet, who brought me here?”

  It took Tet a while to find her tongue, but she wanted to please her queen, so she wouldn’t lie. “It was the Assassin, Mistress.”

  The woman sat down with a sigh. “Well, I can really give my son a loud complaint and a lesson on how to treat his mother. But it is a little difficult to complain or shout to a killer who is hired to protect me.”

  They spent two full day and night periods in the locked rooms. There was no inconvenience for them, as the rooms were set up with food and drinks for a long stay. There were different types of entertainment and bathing available.

  Still Loralei paced and worried and frowned to such a point that poor Tet constantly worked, trying to please her Mistress.

  At last, to the relief of both females, there was a small click as the vault door unlocked. Loralei was about to tear open the door and run out to scream at her son, when the small voice of Tet stopped her. Such wisdom from a sweet small child brought sense to the adult.

  Tet had a pair of black boots sitting at the side of the bed. She was swinging a full black skirt that would be ankle length once Loralei put it on. There was the Royal green colored blouse, but Tet had a military jacket in black to wear over everything.

  Loralei only took long enough to braid her hair tightly in one long twist down her back and let Tet tie s simple green thong in the bottom.

  Right before she went out the door, Tet came running up to her. The little girl was also dressed in a military uniform, worn by the young trainees. She handed her Mistress an expanding cane that had a plain gold round cap.

  It didn’t symbolize anything, but Loralei was grateful to have something in her hands. It would crack a skull if necessary. She wondered if she looked like a warrior queen or just a joke. She would have to wait and see the reactions of her troops.

  Tet’s choice for her had been a success. There were still streams of burning metal streaking through the upper atmosphere. Many troops were already dressed in the heavy suits for going topside. Others were laying out sets of the same items, or helping groups get ready.

  There was a type of organized chaos, as workers using large movers were shoving damaged items aside. Suddenly, as people saw her, they drew to attention, as if she was a high military official. Others, non-military beings turned and bowed low or bent down on one knee as she moved forward.

  There actually was a calm silence of circle that moved with her, as she came out to find her son. There was a strange noise and she became aware that there was a cheer beginning to rise up behind her. She slowed and looked around with Tet at her heels.

  A young soldier stepped forward and went to one knee. He held out s small piece of metal with a symbol engraved on it. She recognized the mark as a representation of one of the attacking governments.

  “Something that is part of what your world is bringing down, your Majesty.” This brought out another cheer.

  She realized that she didn’t need to yell at her son in the middle of this tragedy that was harming her people. She needed to give succor to her world.

  Loralei accepted the scrap and handed it to Tet. She placed her palm on the face of the youth and then turned. She raised the cane and said in a loud voice. “Bless you all.”

  These three words brought out a loud applause from military and workers together. Suddenly the circle around her made room as everyone drew back, due to the dark shadow of the Assassin appearing at her elbow.

  “Mistress, it is kind of you to greet your troops. We need to get you up to the Command Center for reports.”

  ****

  Advisor Dee Con DeArmond was setting up a large conference room. They had gotten contracts from two different Military Governments. These governments wanted to talk about negotiating some peaceful settlement of the standoff.

  He had the right type of workers bring contact and floating screens and top security to prevent anyone from tapping into the communications coming into this room.

  There were ten of Commander Sachim’s top privately picked Elite Guards, all dressed in the black with green trim and braid. Next he had brought in ten trusted men dressed in the uniforms to go to topside. These heavy suits would be hard for off-worlders to understand.

  Dee hadn’t been able to find a throne, so he sat a large chair up on some boxes. He called the supply area and requested green velvet blankets to be brought up immediately. Evidently his voice put fear in the workers, as each item he requested was delivered stat.

  Most of the items were stripped from the room with a small table brought in. He sat at the end of the table near the throne.

  He turned and addressed the twenty soldiers. “I think it would be impressive if there was no movement from any of you. Those of you in the Upside Suits can use the respirators to keep comfortable. I think the breathing sounds might be impressive.”

  Dee stopped and rubbed his head. “I’m not your military leader, so for the other ten, you must decide what would be the best positions to take that would seem to be not moving. Damn, does that make sense?”

  There was an energetic silence before one male stepped forward. “Sir, there is always the need to move. But we can move together in the right way and at the right time that will still show respect and protection. When guards are at attention, there is a regular set of movements done at regular times to ease the muscles and keep the guards on alert. We can work out some items that might impress anyone watching.”

  “Good, make your own plans.”

  Now Dee had to get the Slave/Queen here for this conference. He had already been told that the son Heir had refused, claiming the protection of the world was more important than talking to cowards.

  Unfortunately, Commander Sachim and the Heir were out playing games of hide and seek, trying to find the toys that the fathers had left for their son.

  Dee noticed that the military group must have worked out a plan as they started lining up behind the throne, making sure the screens would show both teams.

  Dee turned as Loralei entered the room. He loved this female from a far-away world that now accepted all these problems.

 
He acted as a director, getting her on a throne that left her with a frown. He put Tet outside and that created a problem, as everyone objected. He was firm, as he was looking for a ruler of a wealthy world who was comfortable as a war leader.

  It took a little talking, to get her into the seat and to get the Assassin, completely covered in his dark cape, behind her. Each time she moved the soldiers took a different position, all tandem as if they were one.

  Loralei heard the pings, as the announcement came in that contact was being made. “They seem to be anxious to talk.”

  Dee nodded. “We will wait. Let them be a little nervous that we don’t answer immediately. After all, we are taking the position that we would be glad to accept their surrender.”

  Loralei felt foolish, setting in the chair covered in the plush green blankets. She leaned back, since she had a moment and closed her eyes. It was then that her husbands entered her.

  They pulled her from the room and took her above the mountain. It was like the first time they both had made love to her on the storm planet. Leant was slowly sliding his long organ into her core and it felt wonderful. But better, Bleak was behind finding a way to relax her. He softened that special spot and convinced it to let him enter.

  The electrical contact of both twins, deep within her body brought her to an instant orgasm. Mentally, as she came down from her peak, she wanted them to reach one also. It had to be complete, but they slowly withdrew.

  She felt her body drop down into the room with the guards and troops and floating screens and Dee. She was in her dark garb and sitting on a strange throne, waiting to talk to greedy individuals. She took a moment, closing her eyes one more time and then knew her husbands had given her strength and a message. If she could handle sex with the Twinned Dissnue, she could handle this.

  She was a cop on Earth in a interrogation room with the usual thugs. She knew how to handle these individuals. You started out slow and then you hit them in the gut. You showed them the proof and watched them flinch.