The Lost

Chapter One: Path of the Ancients

Lord Bastian was having trouble sleeping. His body would not settle down, as an ominous shadow crept into his dreams while he slept. He found himself back on the Ios, moments before the attack. He could not shake the painful images of his body being blown back, or the burning sensation of shrapnel that sliced into his flesh. He relived the sensation of losing his breath as the hatch was blown, and the air venting out into space. For a mere moment, he saw the stars shining off a black velvet background, and in an instant of clarity, was shocked to see Lord Iason and another man being taken by a bright light. Before he could be sucked out into the vacuum of space, the safety hatches were engaged, and he was spared.

Damn them all to hell.

Bastian sat up in his bed. His body drenched in sweat, as the nightmare never changes. The images of Iason’s perfect body, made the scar over his left eye ache. His plans had been laid out perfectly, as the Elders wined him, dined him extensively, and signed him- on their plot to take the Head of the Syndicate hostage. Bastian had used the influence of his family business, Advance Technologies, to acquire forensic tools, and preservatives used by the Elders over the decades. They required large quantities, to keep their Vault of Specimens intact.

It was no secret that the Elder Clans were not as intelligent as their counterparts, the Intellects. They also did not have the physical traits of the Warrior Clans. They depended on their mystical powers, and spells to do battle. When faced with conflict, they ran like cockroaches, afraid of the light. So they craved technology.

This was not an issue for Jupiter or Amoi. She held her technology tight in her grasp. The secrets to birth her specimens- even tighter. Over the centuries, she learned by trial and error. Though she was pained by her first failures, she advanced. She, having unknowingly been given a conscious in her programming, by a young Iason Mink, she would eventually succeed. Much to the frustration of the Elders.

Their experiments were nothing like Jupiter’s failings. No, her results only failed in the length of time the viable specimen lived. The Elders had no such sense of moral responsibility. Failures were left to fend for themselves, or die horrible deaths.

Lord Bastian reflected on their many failures. And as the saying goes, knew where all the skeletons were buried. When it came to his association with the Elders, he was wise to keep an accounting of such matters. Promises made to him regarding his part in rescuing the Blondie Lord, were never fulfilled. Nor meant to be kept.

Bastards, all of them!

That they would leave him for dead, and flaunt it in the face of his suffering, would drive anyone...mad.

His many scars would be replaced with flawless skin graphs. Yes, it was painful, but he would endure. But he would not be able to replace the sight to his left eye. Unlike Iason, who looked the picture of health. He was reminded of their betrayal every time he looked in the mirror, and swore to get his revenge...on all of them.

“May eternal darkness be upon whoever did this!” Bastian swore under his breath. Little did he know, that the God’s of Darkness would smile upon him as if hearing his ill-spoken curse.

They had all been destroyed. The City of Elders was reduced to ash in a matter of moments, and he still had no explanation, as to how Lord Iason was rescued. He wanted to see this city himself, and was heading to Rhea to find those answers. Gerard had found a man who claimed to know what happened, and would only be on Rhea for a few days. He also claimed that not all was lost on that fateful night. Of course, the answers would not come cheap.

Bastian rose from his bed, and walked into his bath stall. He removed his nightshirt, and entered the shower, triggering the sensors. The cool water calmed his fevered brow. He looked at his reflection in the glass doors, and often wondered what his life would have been like, if he had succeeded in bedding Jupiter’s golden boy. He was physically well endowed, and was quite the hunter. His sexual prowess, had garnered the eye of one Commander Voshka Kosi, on more than one occasion. That Iason would fall under his spell so easily, made him confident that had he had the opportunity, surely Iason would have fallen for his charms.

His mind wondered off to a place he knew intimately, and true to his desire, his hand roamed to his nether regions, predictably. Iason was a prize many a man desired, and Bastian was one in a long line of such men. He stroked his arousal, and imagined Iason down on knees, with his mouth eagerly pleasuring his erection.

“Mm..yes..that’s right...just like that..” He whispered.

Bastian breathed hard, as he imagined Iason relaxing his throat. He would hold his head in his hands, and with very deliberate thrusts, press his cock as far as he would take him.

“That is quite a skill you have Lord Mink...I see your qualities excel in more than just your looks. You are truly perfection incarnate.”

“I am here to please you my love, your wish is my desire..”

Bastian began to thrust into his hand. The mental image of Iason pleasuring him deliciously, was too much. He tilted his head back, and moaned his excitement. He imagine the stunning man now standing up, and turning his back to him. He pressed his perfectly toned ass against his cock suggestively.

“Oh....Bastian...I can’t wait another moment! Take me now!”

Iason would raise his ass up for Bastian, who pressed his throbbing cock into the tightness that he only imagined, would be absolute heaven. Bastian could not hold back his rising essence, once his mind dove into the inner sanctum of Iason Mink. He imagined thrusting so hard, Iason would cry out in pain, and absolute pleasure.

“Holy Jupiter! I’ve never felt so alive! Harder Bastian! Let me feel ALL of you inside me...or I’ll simply DIE! Stroke me, don’t let me come without your hand around my cock....ah!”

Bastian clenched his jaw, as he thrust into his hand once, then twice, before he climaxed. He could feel the warmth of his sex drip down his hand. His perfect encounter, now washed down the drain. Bastian breathed hard, as the residual spasms made his mind feel lightheaded. He held himself up against the wall of the shower, as he steadied his gait.

“Too much...my Lord Iason...you are too much of a man, for even a wet dream.” Bastian whispered under his breath.

As he turned off the water, he reached for a towel and dried his body. He once again, looked in the mirror. The steam of the shower distorted his reflection, bringing him back to reality. He cursed his body for desiring one such as him.

Suddenly, he heard the chime of the com-center in his room. He wrapped the towel around his waist, and answered the call.

“What is it?”

“Sir, there is...something you need to see.” Came the voice of Gerard. He sounded nervous, with the same tone he had when he came to report on the medics.

“Oh? And what would that be?” Came the cool response from Bastian.

“I have intercepted an interesting report from subspace chatter. It..concerns Lord Iason Mink.” Gerard hesitated.

“I’ll be right there.” Came Bastian’s reply.

He tore the towel from his body, and quickly dressed. He was eager to see what had Gerard so worked up. He wondered what that report was about; not that the renown Head of the Syndicate needed an excuse to be in the media. But any opportunity to be see his ideal, was worth the rush he felt in his mind. Bastian pulled his boots on, and tied his long black hair with a leather strap, without bothering to finish drying it.

He walked down the corridors, adjusting his eye patch, and picking up the pace as he neared the bridge. As he passed the infirmary, he noticed the doctor fussing over Martin. He caught only a few words, as he was ordering his assistants rather frantically. He stopped dead in his tracks, as he heard him yell for another hypo-transfusion. Bastian turned around and entered the infirmary.

“Setsuro- what has happened? Why are you so worked up?” Bastian’s voice made the physician juggle a tray of instruments.

“Lord B-Bastian.”

Setsuro’s attempt to catch the flying instruments failed, making a loud crash on the floor. Which did not help his heart from skipping a few beats, and nearly scared the attendants out of their shoes.

“I am attempting to stabilize this young man, as his vitals keep fluctuating. A few moments ago, he nearly succumbed due to his injuries, and in the next moment, all his readings went back to normal.”

The doctor rubbed his neck, as he tried to think. “ I have no explanation for it. But I’m not going to risk a second such dive in his vitals, so I’m pressing fluids intravenously in order to keep him stable.” The elderly man caught his breath, as his assistants picked up the fallen instruments.

“I will remind you Setsuro, that they are important. However, they need only live long enough to be interrogated when the serum arrives. After that, I can care less whether they live or die. Make it happen, I care not how it’s done.”

Bastian looked down at Martin who was now breathing calmly. He seemed at peace, and if he didn’t know better, looked as if he was having a good dream. This did not sit well with Bastian, since his own dreams were anything but pleasant. But that was not important at the moment, he had a more urgent matter to attend to. He gave Setsuro a pointed look, that told the old physician where he stood in Martin’s care. He turned on his heels, and walked out of the infirmary.

Setsuro looked down at Martin, and almost regretted saving his life. Little did he know, it was not by his hand that the young medic was improving, but by the actions of Iason and Riki. The physician watched the monitors in silence.

“Damn shame.”

He cursed under his breath for having agreed to work for such a man as Lord Bastian. A man he would otherwise avoid, had it not been for his gambling debts. Bastian had eagerly accepted his services, in exchange for payment, and it never sat well with him.

Bastian headed straight for the bridge, where Gerard waited nervously. Bastian stood near the monitor over the comm-center, as Gerard pushed several commands. It was a media report beamed from Amoi. The gossip program was reporting from the “Lords Dance Gala,” held for “Lord Iason Mink, and Prince Riki Oskuro, Lord Heirs of Amoi.”

Bastian’s jaw dropped as he watched Master of Ceremonies, Omaki Ghan, introducing two rather impressive Lords as the Lord Fathers of Iason Mink, and Riki Oskuro. What really stuck in his craw, was the fact that these two Lords were being introduced as “Lord of the Warrior Clans, and Lord of the Intellect Clans of Ancient Amoi.”

Royalty.

Bastian could have been knocked over by a feather. He watched these four men, transform into beings he had only read about from the Elders most prized archives. Iason was a vision; never had he seen such stunning features glow so beautifully. Bastian’s eyes danced from Iason’s head to his feet, taking in every angle of his beauty. But when he saw Riki’s transformation, his dark eyes, and his tempest making the flower petals dance in the air, Bastian became furious, slamming his fist on the console.

“H-How old is this footage?” Bastian growled, “Who are these...these Lords?, and why have we not heard of them before?!” Bastian trembled in his anger.

“This event was held last night, it has only reached us now, due to our travel...”

“Excuses! That is all I ever get from you! How can two Lords such as this Kai and Raimen exist, and no one know anything about them?!” Bastian threw his hands in the air, as he paced on the deck.

He watched the images of Iason and Riki dancing, and this only made Bastian turn red with contempt. The dark-haired Prince was being held ever-so-tight by Iason, who danced gracefully. He had never seen Iason dance, or move so suggestively in public. And he would know, as he followed all media reports on his ideal.

It was the last straw, when Iason bent down and kissed Riki passionately before all in attendance. This public show of affection had the guests cheering him on. The highlights included the gala’s many festivities, but when images of Iason dancing oh-so-close and seductively to their “dedicated love song,” Bastian stormed out of the bridge, nearly knocking over several crew members.

Gerard knew better than to go after him. He knew Lord Bastian would vent his anger at whoever crossed his path. The men looked at him, and Gerard just shrugged his shoulders. He knew there would be hell to pay, as the picture his “source” painted of two men with glowing faces, was no longer a tall tale. Then Gerard remembered Jake's words:

They are Gods!

*~*~*

They ship entered the “Path of the Ancients,” and immediately, they were within view of a number of beacons. Jupiter had programmed several paths, that were used in the past. Ones that were reliable. These coordinates were kept classified, and only the Firm of Shield of Honor was ever given clearance to travel. It was no secret, that strange things happened in that part of space. That region of space was laced with tales of lost souls, who haunted the many beacons that lit the path’s many portals.

It was said that darkness cloaked the stars, and dimmed their appearance. This fooled space travelers to enter that region, only to find themselves lost in a wormhole, never to be seen again. There were a select few Ancients that had the ability to use their inner powers to guide them in that region of space. It was a paradox, that such beings could navigate the stars using only their power. It was then decided that beacons would be placed as guide posts, that would lead to the right wormholes.

These portals would empty out light years away, crossing the lengths of the know universe. But many of those beacons were now centuries old, having been launched by Ancient's who led Amoi to the stars. Ancients like Lord Raimen Mink. These were from a race long gone, and since then- many no longer held their original positions, thus were unreliable.

The “Sentinel’s Chariot” was not new to that region of space. Many voyages had been flown by the Firm, including the trip to Aristia after the Ios was attacked. This led to the trip to Rhea for Iason’s rescue. But this time, the ship carried a host of Royalty, and truly was a chariot for the gods. Sir Luis Raymone was piloting the ship, while Lord Am continued his tour with Lord Kai Oskuro. There was very little time for pleasantries, but Kai would not have it any other way.

One does not enter the field of battle without first testing his sword, or the shield that would protect him against his enemy.” Kai was overheard saying to Raoul.

Kai had much experience on the battlefield, and whether it was on Amoi, or in space, he would not bypass his ritual of seeing to his troops. As he entered the open squad bay, he observed the team in various activities, some were cleaning their weapons, and others sparring in hand to hand combat. There were no lines drawn between men, as this team would not be divided as once before. With the young Prince on board, it would not take much for him to detect such deception.

The Warrior Lord was impressed with the many advancements in weapons, and carried only a few on his own person, having his inner powers to summon at will. However, he did fancy the new laser pistols, and a long scarlet handled whip. Unlike Raoul’s C-20 Spider, Kai was pleased with a more simple, yet equally deadly whip in the C-20 Talon. This whip would slice one’s flesh with surgical precision, and with it’s jagged edges, gave the sensation of being torn to shreds as if by a bird of prey.

This whip was not available to just anyone. But seeing that Raoul was Head of Security, he opened his weapon’s locker to Kai. His eyes danced with all the tools at his disposal. He loved the craftsmanship of each item, almost choosing none, as he could see they belonged in a collection prized by Raoul.

The team of specialists immediately stood and bowed, as Kai entered the squad bay. They were extremely proud of being on such a mission, being hand picked by Raoul and Sir Luis. Most were of the original team that brought Iason and Riki home from Rhea, and since they knew what the Ancients were capable of, made them good candidates for this mission. Sir Luis had James at his side once more, and Raoul had Lord Leonard.

Leonard had to fight his way back into Raoul’s good graces, and worked tirelessly after returning to Amoi. He volunteered to take on any assignment Raoul would toss at him, and thanked him humbly each time. At the Gala, he volunteered under Raoul to shadow Ayuda. This of course would have been an insult to a specialist such as he, but he dared not complain. Ayuda was Lord Iason’s “Sentinel at Arms,” and held in high regard by Iason. Not only that, he was the son of Lord Hector Stone, the Director of the Firm. Should anything happen to him, he knew he would answer to Raoul.

But having garnered Raoul’s trust once more, he was not about to make the same mistake twice. Leonard studied the archives religiously once they were released to the public, and was in awe of the Ancient’s past. He saw firsthand, the power both Iason and Riki possessed, and now that their Lord Father’s had been brought back, he wanted to bond with them, and prove his loyalty. Raoul was one such as them, and he learned perhaps he was also an Ancient. He did not know if he would have such an awakening, but he would certainly not take that for granted.

Kai was most pleased with the team of men, and as he left the crews quarters, he noticed Heiku entering the med-center. Kai was anxious for an update on Lady Erin, having left her side for this mission. He knew she was not ready to awaken yet, but hesitated to leave. Riki had reassured him, his mother’s mind was not conscious enough to travel that barrier of fog that separates one from death, and the light of awareness.

As Kai walked into the med-center, Heiku was taking inventory of his instruments, and medications. He hummed quietly to himself, preferring to roll up his sleeves and care for his patients, than relay on medics, or assistants. He fought Raoul on this issue, but lost the argument indicating he would be at risk in the heat of battle. Raoul preferred to have him remain on board the ship to triage any injured. Raoul assigned two assistants, stating there were six on board Commander Darius’ ship that would join them.

“Ah Lord Kai, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Heiku bowed, “You are well? Or do you require anything?” Heiku recalled Riki’s motion sickness, and wondered if it ran in the family.

“No- Lord Quiahtenon, I wanted an update on Lady Erin. With all the rush to leave Amoi, we did not have an opportunity to speak.” Kai’s voice betrayed his worry for his Queen.

“Oh, yes my Lord. The Queen is making steady progress. I checked on her before I boarded the ship, and found her vitals stable. I believe she will be able to awaken in a few days, perhaps a week from now. I have her vitals uploaded to my station, where I can keep an eye on them.

Please be at ease my Lord, if the fair Queen should awaken, the staff is quite capable of caring for her. But as Lord Riki stated, she was not aware yet, and still sleeps. I have given my assistants explicit instructions that should she begin to awaken, she is to be sedated until our return. We don’t know what she may experience in her mind, and Lord Riki is the best qualified to guide us.”

Kai would have remained on Amoi, to be with his Queen, but knew the mission was of vital importance to her, and Lady Yuri. Raimen was hard to read when it came to his Queen, having spoken little of her reanimation. He sensed a shadow of guilt about his lover, perhaps it was survivor’s guilt in reverse. He died, and she lived on to suffer hardships. To see her die through Omaki’s eyes, could not have been easy for him, and he has yet to open up about his feelings.

He also noticed he has not spoken to Omaki with regards his late wife, except briefly after the gala. Perhaps he felt envy that anyone, let alone Omaki- had intimate details of his wife’s life. Details that he did not get the opportunity to share himself. Kai looked at Heiku who waited to be excused, not aware he was drifting off in his thoughts.

“Oh, please forgive me, Lord Quiahtenon, I was thinking of my wife’s secret project with the Lady Yuri. It makes my mind spin, that in the midst of unbridled chaos, the fair Lady Yuri was able to carry out her mission, with the absence of Lady Erin. I know it could not have been easy for her to keep the tally of the dead. Which reminds me, Lord Ghan has brought on board a dear friend of yours- Lord Xu has joined us on our mission and...”

“What?! How? Why? And by whose authority?!” Heiku was now quite angry, to learn Yousi was on board. “How can this be my Lord?” Heiku looked at Raoul, who cleared his throat. Heiku did not realize he was screaming at Lord Kai, and abruptly closed his mouth, after making eye contact with Raoul.

“Please...forgive my outburst Lord Kai. But of what use could a simple, defenseless, and innocent soul like Yousi be to this mission?” Heiku was anxious, as Kai looked on.

“Lord Ghan’s awakening has revealed an interesting connection with Yousi, and Lord Jensen.” Raoul spoke, “He will be reporting his findings, just as soon as Lord Iason and the young Prince awaken. Heiku, please be patient, I believe Omaki intended to ask Iason and Riki to peer into his mind. If anyone can see what’s going on in there, it would be those two.”

“I don’t know if that is possible Raoul, you know what kind of damage a mind modification has on one’s mind. This is not a mind block we’re attempting to unlock, and even if Yousi is willing, it will be a frightening experience. What if it does more damage than good?”

“Heiku,” Lord Kai soothed, “I have experienced this “mind’s eye” they share, and I have to say, it is an amazing ability they possess. You are the medical authority on this mind manipulation, is this not so? Well, then I’d have to say, that my son’s ability to probe one’s mind is extraordinary. And if Yousi is indeed hiding in his mind, Riki will find him.

This briefing is in a few hours, so I encourage you to hold judgment on our funny Lord. Omaki has his best interest at heart. Not only that- Yousi has information on the data crystal we’ve been searching for, and we can’t pass up the opportunity to discover what happened to it.”

Heiku looked at Kai, and shook his head. He knew how easily Yousi was frightened, and this whole trip would surely cause great stress on the simple Lord. He loved him dearly, and to see such pain and confusion in his eyes, made Heiku angry with Omaki. He had said goodbye to the handsome Lord after the gala, having loved him so passionately just a few hours before. The gala was quite exciting for him, and he loved how much Yousi enjoyed the music, and all the sweets served. Of course the spiked food made for an exciting night, and was told this was also done by none other than Omaki himself.

“Is this so? How can Yousi hold such information- you mean to say he was involved with Omaki?”

Heiku felt as if his mind was experiencing whiplash with all the twists and turns involving the past. His Yousi was an Ancient? He knew Yousi was extraordinarily intelligent, and was punished for his attempt to shut down Jupiter, which begs the question- what was he really up to?

“Yes,” Raoul spoke, “Yousi was involved with both Omaki and Argent, in carrying out the Queens mission. Heiku, Yousi was very brave, and incredibly loyal to Amoi. It seems we only know his present persona. I believe we will learn that he was much more.”

“Indeed he was,” Kai spoke, “He was in charge of my fleet, and I thought him lost in the wars. I’ve since learned he had a part in safeguarding the Maidens. I believe, Lord Ghan will tell us much more of what occurred.” Kai placed a hand on Heiku’s shoulder, “You can be of great comfort to Lord Xu, and perhaps something wonderful will happen. So keep your chin up my good doctor, I get the feeling if -and when- you awaken, you will have a tale to tell yourself.” Kai smiled.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Heiku forced a smile on his lips, that trembled slightly. “If I am ever to awaken, I hope my memories are pleasant ones. But I don’t hold out for such luck, as it seems the final chapter of all our lives was a tragedy. If it’s all the same, I’d prefer to stay blissfully ignorant! But if Yousi is a slumbering Ancient- I’d risk hardship to remember him from a time long past.”

Then it occurred to him, that there was the chance he and Yousi were not lovers in the past. Which brought on a whole new set of worries for the anxious physician.

“Well, we’re off to finish our tour of the ship Heiku,” Raoul nodded, “We will meet shortly in the briefing room.” Raoul and Kai walked out of the Med-Center, leaving Heiku to his thoughts.

He would have a few choice words for Omaki, but at the same time, he felt a glimmer of hope for his lover. To see Yousi as he was before, would be the greatest gift he could think of for the gentle Lord. But what important secrets hid in his mind? Heiku felt his heart ache for his friend.

*~*~*

Raimen sat in his darkened quarters looking out at the stars. He would watch as the ship passed one beacon after another wondering what his late wife thought, each time they harvested a Maiden’s remains. Although no one spoke of the “Lost,” he knew this mission would be like an open wound that was purposely ignored. Maybe for the sake of not dwelling on how this “wound” was inflicted, or how that mission was accomplished. What was known at this point, was that it had been accomplished. They succeeded in what they had set out to do.

He recalled Iason’s doomsday scenarios, and how he would admonish him for such a dark thinking. He was after all, the top scientist of his time, his intellect brought space travel to Amoi, and all was golden. Life on Amoi was the envy of the known universe, and every world visited was unlike any they had imagined. Iason’s travels as Ambassador, brought an incredible amount of knowledge to Jupiter’s Matrix, he was certain there would never exist a civilization such as theirs.

Raimen was a lover of life, a creator of things beautiful, and simple. Though his intelligence was often praised, he was quite humble with regard his gifts. He felt, if he could be this jovial fun loving man, who would rather bed his many lovers, than mix quantum formulas of time and space. Then all he had to offer his people, would bear fruit in their prosperity. And for many centuries, that is exactly what happened.

But that was not the end of the fairy tale. Darkness loomed in the winds, and his son saw it as a possibility. Yes, even for a golden race of Intellects, Warriors, and Elders. Raimen recalled Riki’s journey to Rhea, and the darkness Erik brought back. A darkness his son Iason, would hypothesize, and often program into Jupiter’s matrix late into the night. Iason often questioned “if darkness enveloped Amoi, who would survive such darkness, and how could he make such survival a reality?”

Raimen tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair. A simple experiment was all it took. Raimen thought to himself. Iason was excited his lab experiments showed promise. He was only a child himself, when he began his reanimation theories, and often tugged on his sleeve wanting his approval; to show him his new results. Ian was even younger than Iason, and the two were inseparable. At times they were found asleep each others arms, exhausted by their many late night experiments. He even wondered if Ian would become Iason’s lover, but then realized, Iason already loved him dearly as a brother.

As Iason grew into a man, he sent him off to space, to learn what made the universe tick. Raimen loved reading the many entries of his personal logs. He was quite the ladies man which he found amusing. He often teased Lady Yuri that Iason would someday bring home his bride from some exotic world. He never dreamed, it would be a young Warrior Prince, and not a Princess. Riki was always destined to be his, he could see this now.

Now his fair Queen would once again walk among the living. And he didn’t know what he would say, when the moment came. She suffered much, like Kai did, and did not have the luck to die a quick death, as he and the Lady Erin had. Would she hate him for dying? He thought seriously on this, which made his head hurt. He would need to find the courage to be the strength she most surely would be looking for.

“Lord Raimen?” A voice was heard in the darkness, “The briefing will begin in a few minutes.” It was the voice of James calling from the bridge. “All are assembling in the large conference room, do you need an escort?”

Raimen rose from his seat, “Only if he’s handsome and willing,” Came the smooth reply. Raimen was teasing of course. He may have brought Amoi to the stars, but he still didn’t know his way around.

“That won’t be necessary.” Came the voice of Kai, as the door to their quarters opened. “I’ll be escorting Lord Raimen, Sir James, thank you.”

“Yes Sir.”

Kai stood near the hatch, as Raimen put on his best smile for his lover. But this did not fool Kai. Raimen was many things, but to see him in a dark room, was out of character.

“Come love, why are you sitting in the dark?”

“I was looking at the stars..” Raimen paused, “And was counting the beacons. There are so many. I don’t recall there being so many..”

“Well what did you expect? We’re only ten thousand years out to of the loop, no?”

Raimen walked up to Kai and stroked his ebony hair. He looked deeply into his eyes and then kissed him softly.

“Raimen, you are not yourself, are you feeling well?” Kai grew concerned.

“I was just thinking about our fair Queens. Of Lady Yuri. Kai, you carry a similar hell in your mind, I should know, I saw it. I know we don’t speak often of what you hold in your memory. But what Yuri did, with Omaki, Argent and Yousi is equal to a mortician. A reaper of death, and sorrow.”

“Raimen..”

“I know it is painful my love, but I can’t imagine what you lived through, and what she had to do in order to assure our future.” Raimen’s voice trailed off into a whisper.

“Raimen, Lady Yuri was not a reaper of death. She was a giver of hope. She remembered what we forgot in Iason’s youth. Remember how excited she and Erin were when we reanimated Elder Jonas’ old mutt?”

Raimen smiled when he remembered their celebratory foursome after “smelly Kali” was reanimated. It was truly a wonderful day.

“Yes. I do Kai. It was truly a beautiful thing to hear that pup’s first cries.” Raimen’s eyes lit up. “I guess I feel guilt over her suffering. But Omi, for being such a social butterfly, really impressed me.”

“Well, it was a time of great upheaval my love. We all had to adapt, and become much more than what we were. Yuri did so much Raimen, she saved millions, and we must find them.”

“Yes, we must bring our daughters back to Amoi. Lady Erin and my fair Queen, will be overjoyed to know their mission did yield fruit.”

Kai embraced Raimen gently, his lover, and dear friend was finally processing all that had occurred in the past. He was brave in his eyes, for he dared not give in to the black hole that was his memory. He needed to have purpose-- to calm down the dead in his mind. Though seeing many of the dead “birthed” by Jupiter dancing at the gala, went a long way in silencing the past.

“Come now, let’s not worry our son’s over this. You know Riki will be feeling your thoughts, so let’s agree to see this mission as one of rescue, and salvation. And not one of sorrow. We both have been given an opportunity to embrace our lost children, and listen to the Maiden’s Song, so put that beautiful smile back on your face, and hold your head high my love. We shall “dance with the ladies,” as our good friend Omi often said.”

Raimen wrapped his arms around Kai and kissed him passionately. He was right, they were going to find what was lost, and to do that, he would have to be positive, and encouraging. After all, every person on board has a personal connection with the Queens treasure.

*~*~*

Omaki’s Logs Part III

It was quite frightening for a few weeks, as we settled the vault of specimens and the Am Household on the small green planet. We had yet to name it, for we were too busy with the excavation and sealing of then new vault. Lady Annabelle quickly organized the living, while we lay the dead to rest- yet again. It was a close call. Had it not been for our dear friend Yousi, we would have certainly have been discovered. Though I wouldn’t like to be in the same room with those Elders, as the discovered their fate was to die many light years away from any inhabited worlds.

The underground caverns worked out nicely, and the water is fresh and pristine. That is, until we all jump in and clean up. We are not looking forward to leaving the women, but we have to give Lord Kai the data crystal with the new location, and the path Yousi marked, or the Queen’s Treasure would be lost forever. I feel confident that in leaving the women here, with a much greener landscape and fresh water, they will be more comfortable in their mission. Guarding the vault, will at least be in a world filled with beauty, pleasant days, rather than being on the barren planet where they had been living on for nearly two centuries.

It is with a heavy heart, that I now must record a special request for Lady Annabelle Am. She indicated that some in her household, was getting up in years, with the rough environment they have endured. When they began their journey, they started with 45. So she requested that and additional chamber be built next to the vault of specimens. It was to be the final resting place to lay the dead as they expired. She was kind in her words, yet I could see the sadness in her eyes.

Thirty two.

We carved thirty two sarcophagus’ out of the bed rock. They would hold the remains of the members of the Am household. Each one was carved with the names of women, some of the household even carved special decorative designs, to speak for them, when they were found. Argent, being the keeper of the archives was quite useful, in marking them. But felt moved to tears when he worked on them.

“It is just not right that we must do this while they yet live Omaki” Argent complained, “The remaining women are all quite healthy, even though some are pushing past their second century.”

“Shh! Don’t say that too loud! You know how sensitive the women are about their age.” Omaki hissed, as they worked on the final touches to the entrance. The tomb was complete, and they were working on the vault’s main door.

“I just feel as if I’m walking on their graves.”

“Well my love, they have been mentally prepared for such an end. I can’t imagine looking at my own resting place. We have been fortunate, in that we’ve kept our lives so preoccupied with the harvesting and transporting, that we seem oblivious with the fact of what we’ve become.”

“And what is that Omi? Grave diggers? Reapers of the fallen?”

“We, my beautiful lover, are heroes!” Omaki raised one of his hands, and pointed at Argent. “And so are you my dear friend, yes YOU! Can you imagine what the newly animated Maiden’s will have to say about us three handsome Lords? And I actually like the sound of “Reapers of the fallen,” by the way, it has a nice ring to it.” Omaki mused.

Argent was not as easily convinced of the title, but knew his lover was just trying to lighten his mood. They didn’t speak much whenever they were out harvesting. It was a somber assignment, and half the time, the fallen lay where they landed. If they were buried, at least they felt the deceased had been honored. But to find them exposed, only made their anger towards the Elders, run that much deeper.

They didn’t need much, just a fragment of bone, or a tooth. A piece of flesh, or a strand of hair intact. Depending on the situation, they often did not have the luxury of burying the dead, they had just become more proficient in their techniques. They were much happier when they were transporting their samples to the vault, knowing friendly faces were eager to welcome them. It was a home away from home, and a place where they could feel safe, and walk with confidence out in the open.

“Well, Yousi won’t like any title. If I know our young friend, he prefers Sentinel. You know how much he looks up to Lord Am, especially the Father, Rene’. He feels guilty enough taking Lord Kai’s flag ship...”

“Now that was Lady Yuri’s doing, so we can’t be held to blame if it’s dented here and there.”

Omaki laughed as Argent shook his head. “Well, it’s way too late for that, look at her,” Omaki pointed out toward the ship, “She is so banged up, it’s hard to tell she was once the flagship of Lord Kai Oskuro, Lord of the Warrior Clans of Amoi.” Omaki did his best to imitate Lord Rene’s voice. “I wonder how the old man is doing?”

“Alive, last time I looked.” Argent sat down, shaking the dust off his hands. He was putting some finishing touches to Lady Monique’s sarcophagus. “He was still shadowing Lord Kai when we delivered Lady Annabelle’s letters. I wonder how he’ll take the news of us having to relocate his household.”

“Household?! We’ve built and moved the vault in less than three months! I’ve never worked so hard in my whole life! Lord Kai would be proud of us, my moody friend, so stop being such a sour puss.”

“Well, I don’t enjoy this any more than you or Yousi. Which brings me to my next issue. How long should we record this project?” Argent pointed at the recording devices mounted in the vault, and surrounded cavern. “It will get kinda rough once they begin to die off don’t you think?”

Omaki looked at the recording device pointed at them. He knew it was better to record all aspects of the mission. It was not just for the sake of the archives, it was a bird’s eye view of what life was like for the Am household, and more importantly, it was proof of their sacrifice, and reminder of what was precious. They women of the Am household, Lady Erin and Lady Yuri deserved that much.

“I think,” Omaki paused, “That we should leave the devices to run their course. They will outlast the youngest maiden, and I think, that if Lord Kai is victorious, he will be looking for them. Which brings me back to our mission, we will have to get the data crystal to Lord Kai as soon as possible. Has Yousi finished downloading our logs from the ship?”

“He said he was doing some special work on the crystal, as you know we can only push the buttons, only he knows how to make them work. I was surprised you were able to retrieve it from Jupiter, considering your similar lack of technological know-how.”

Omaki feigned offense, “Well! I can go see Yousi if I want to be insulted.” Omaki pretended to storm off, which made Argent run after him.

“Omi...”

Argent quickly ran after Omaki who quickly turned around, and caught Argent in his arms. He smiled playfully, as Argent’s saddened eyes, made his heart skip a beat.

“Gotcha!” Omaki smiled, “Do you really think so little of me, that I would be offended by your words? We’ve been so busy with the mission, you and I have not been intimate for going on...”

Argent did not let Omaki finish his sentence, as he took his lover’s mouth passionately. They were standing close to one of the fresh water springs, Omaki playfully tugged on Argent’s dirty shirt. This made them both lose their balance and fall into the spring. The water was cool, and made them shiver slightly.

“Whoa!” Argent giggled, as the two lovers made a loud splash in the water. “What will our viewers think when they see our bare asses splashing about my love?” Argent continued to laugh, as Omaki tore his shirt off, and nearly drowned Argent pulling off his pants.

“Well, if they are us reanimated, we’ll be able to enjoy the show. However, if it’s anyone other than us, then I hope they like what they see. Besides, if we die and are forever lost, we won’t care will we?”

Omaki wrapped his arms around Argent’s body. He pulled his hips against his own body, enjoying the warmth of Argent’s skin against his own. Argent raised his arms up over his head, reaching to pull Omaki’s head closer to his own. He smiled, as he kissed his lips. Omaki loved the sensation of their wet bodies sliding against each other, as he caressed Argent’s cock from behind. Argent moaned softly, rubbing his backside against Omaki’s erection. He loved the soft kisses Omaki planted on his neck and shoulder. As the passion grew, Omaki began to thrust against Argent’s ass, searching for his inner sanctum.

“Ah! Omaki...I can feel your passion my love...”

“Yes, I want to take you my sweet, but first I will taste you...”

Omaki quickly spun Argent around, and kneeling down in the cool water, took Argent’s cock into his mouth. Argent’s cock stiffened right away, with the warmth of Omaki’s tongue. He thrust his hips forward, and held Omaki’s head in place with his hands.

“You feel heavenly Omaki...yes, just like that!”

Omaki’s tongue found every pleasure spot, knowing Argent would not be able to resist. He felt his body tremble with pleasure, as he took all of him in, relaxing his throat. He could feel Argent’s cock throb and pulse, as he thrust into his mouth. His moans became more intense as Omaki now used his hands to caress the inside of his thighs, reaching underneath, to spread him and insert a finger.

“Ah...nnn Omaki...that is...perfect.”

Omaki looked up as he saw Argent arc his back, squeezing his grip around his finger.

“Yesss, that’s right my dearest, you are ready for me now, is this not so?”

Argent could do nothing but moan, his reply. Suddenly Omaki stood up taking Argent in his arms, he embraced Argent, raising one of his legs up and in one swift move, penetrated Argent. The fit was tight, as Omaki’s pleasuring arts, had him anticipating the pleasure of his cock.

“My goodness, but you are trembling. Is that because you are cold, or is it the one who holds you tight?” Omaki smiled, as he took Argent’s mouth once again. The impassioned lover raised his other leg, and Omaki then began to thrust with all his strength. Argent rode the waves of pleasure, straddled on Omaki’s hips with his arms around his neck.

“Omi...I can’t hold on!”

Argent moaned his rapture, as he held Omaki tight. Taking his mouth once more, his cock erupted between the two of them. This proved to be too much for Omaki who came hard.

“Oh...Argent.”

The two lovers seemed to melt with their release. Time was never on their side, as all things seemed to keep them forever preoccupied. The pleasures of the flesh were rare, but their undying love found a way. Omaki slowly knelt in the water, their bodies cooling down from their rather intense coupling. Argent collapsed in his arms, as he also was weary of many months of intense activity.

“Will we ever find peace Omi? Will we ever see Amoi as it once was?”

“I don’t know my love....we can only do our best. If all things return to their source, then I believe we will one day see Amoi restored. At least that is my belief. A people such as ours does not deserve such a fate as this, to become the dust the wind blows away.”

“My, what do we have here?” Came the voice of Yousi. “I believe you two are set and determined to have every recording device keep an account of your romps!”

Yousi kicked up the water, splashing the two lovers back to reality.

“Now if you two are finished, we do have quite a bit of work to do before the sun goes down.”

“You are just jealous my dear friend, that your lover is still on Amoi.” Omaki teased.

“Oh? And who would that be?” Came the cool response by Yousi.

“Pu-leez!” Argent rolled his eyes, “You mean to say, you have not noticed a rather brash young doctor giving you the once over?”

Omaki joined Argent in teasing Yousi. “Yes! I know who you are talking about! An up and coming surgeon. What was his name?”

Yousi blushed a deep crimson red, as Argent and Omaki dressed. Of course he knew who they were talking about, it was inescapable. But he was not about to admit to anything.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. There is no one interested in me.”

“Oh will you take a look Argent, it seems we have hit the nail on the head! Look at him blush!”

“Yes, it seems we are correct in our observations. Did you notice how he gave Yousi the best first aid kit he had! I believe he said: ”Take this Yousi, it is too dangerous to be without one, in these troubled times.” He was rather tall, and quite the looker.” Argent did his best to imitate Yousi’s admirer, pretending to re-enact the scene.

Suddenly Omaki’s eyes lit up. “I remember! His name was Heiku! He treated my hand when I got that nasty cut near Lord Sung’s plantation!”

Yousi’s eyes grew as big as saucers, with Omaki’s words. He did have the worst crush on the young surgeon, but didn’t think he had gotten his attention.

“Wah? Are you sure?” Yousi finally gave in, once he heard that. “Did he say something to you? Don’t leave me hanging in the lurch guys!”

Omaki laughed, seeing Yousi drop his guard. This young surgeon was actually quite smitten with Yousi, but had not had the opportunity to get the young Yousi all to himself, with all the injured filling his triage center. He was always on the go, as the center always followed closely behind the front lines. The three of them only came by to “tally the dead.” No one knew of their actual mission.

Whenever the three of them caught up with a triage center, two of them would keep the doctors busy, while the third took the samples from the dead. This was early in the wars, when they were at first taking both male and female samples. When the men began to outnumber the women, it was then that Lady Yuri decided to only collect the females. After that they only saw Heiku occasionally, but always stayed to visit with the young surgeon.

End Log Entry

The conference room was full, as all members of the mission were in attendance. The Royals were all seated, waiting for Omaki to walk in with Argent and Yousi. Iason and Riki sat in silence, their minds seemed “preoccupied.”

One hour earlier...


Riki had awakened when Yousi was brought on board, but lay quietly while Iason slept. Their little trip did exhaust them both, but Riki couldn’t help but reach out in every direction. He was cautious about being blindsided with any unexpected danger, as once before. He remembered how anxious he felt when Iason was taken, the first time.

He felt Omaki’s anger, when he confronted Raoul. And Raoul was equally strong in his protests, but what really intrigued him, was the innocence of Yousi’s mind. Was he better off living a simplistic life? One away from the drama of a tragic past, and certainly an untimely death. Omaki had mentioned Yousi had “sacrificed” his life for the success of their mission. And for that alone, Riki knew the right decision would be to bring the slumbering Ancient to awareness. Yousi did not deserve to live a life without being acknowledged for his heroic past.

When Iason woke up, he found Riki sitting up in bed. His body was semi-transformed, as his hair danced serenely about his head. His face was peaceful, and calm, so Iason felt no threat.

“Riki, what is it love?” Iason reached up at the meditating Riki, “Do you sense something?”

Riki opened his eyes, and looking down at the drowsy Iason, smiled.

“No Iason, I was just doing a once over across the ship. It seems the crew is anxious, just as before, when we set out to rescue you. But just so you know, Yousi is on board.”
“What?” Iason was surprised, “Who would bring Yousi...”

Iason caught his own words, before it dawned on him that only one person would be as bold as to bring the gentle Yousi on board.

“Yes, Omaki and Argent brought him right before we departed Amoi. I believe Omaki mentioned to Raoul, that Yousi was with him and Argent on their mission.”

Iason sat up on one elbow. “I suppose they want us to see if we can help him somehow?”

“Yes. Apparently, Yousi has the information locked in his head, you know, the data crystal?” Riki sighed.

Iason thought back on Yousi’s unfortunate punishment. He wondered why he, being such and intelligent person, would try to bring Jupiter down. Was there more to this than they all knew?

“Riki, what if Yousi was not trying to sabotage Jupiter? What if he was trying to do what his past persona was naturally meant to do?” Iason sat up and hung his legs over the side of the bunk. His naked backside made Riki’s loins tighten up. “Didn’t Argent say that Yousi was guarding the data crystal?”

“Yes, he did. I think Yousi was trying to return what was missing. At least, that is what I heard Omaki tell Raoul.” Riki’s eyes followed the natural curve of his back, and he licked his lips when his eyes settled on his perfectly round ass.

“Yes, but perhaps, he didn’t know what he was actually doing. Think about it. All of our peers were birthed, and yet their ancient persona’s are still there in their minds. Jupiter stated that she could not always filter out their personalities. Just like Omaki’s awakening, it was slow, yes, but it was due to his being exposed to us four.”

“Yeah! I bet Omaki is trying to see if the same will happen to Yousi!”

Riki jumped up on the bed, his naked body exposed to Iason who felt the immediate visual stimulation too much to take. His own eyes ate up Riki’s taught body, and well defined abdominal muscles. But what made Iason’s eyes really dance was Riki’s state of arousal.

The two lovers stared at each other for a long moment. The natural attraction between them was too much, and thoughts of passion began to permeate their minds. Riki was the first to break the silence.

“Iason, do you ever think, there will be a time when you and I can see each others bodies and not get a flaming hard on?”

Riki’s street talk only seemed to ignite one very aroused Blondie. Iason stood up and turned around, exposing his state of arousal.

“I doubt that is possible my love...” Iason swallowed hard, “My every pore seems to react to you. And I, for one, have no desire to ever lose these feelings, or allow them to diminish.”

Iason stretched out his arms, and motioned for Riki to jump. It didn’t take any special powers to read what was running through their minds. As the two lovers passionately kissed, the lights flickered slightly, which caught their attention.

“What was that?” Riki blinked, as he looked at Iason.

Iason was breathing rather hard, as if his blood was on fire. His eyes dilated, then turned a shade darker. “I don’t know, but the feelings I have seem so intense...”

Iason kissed Riki once again, and this time his hair began to float serenely. The silence was broken as two tiny bells rang softly.

“Wow! Look at you Iason, you are all worked up. And you’ve transformed! But I have to admit, I feel the same as you. Its as if my body is on fire, and I can’t help but want to pounce your ass!” Riki’s eyes darkened slightly, as the air became filled with static electricity.

Their minds began to drift, and only their heavy breathing, and quiet moans could be heard. Iason kissed Riki’s neck, feeling the vibrations of this voice against his lips. He then lay him back down on the bunk. His mind was wild with desire, kissing his body from head to foot. Riki was equally charged, and could hardly keep his hands off Iason’s body. He gently pulled on his hair, wanting the golden locks to rain down on his body. This made his body shiver. Iason tweaked his nipples, then gently bit down on them. Riki bit his own lip, as Iason’s scent made his head spin.

They moved without words, driven by the need to feel their flesh pressed upon the other. Iason made his way back up Riki’s body, with other plans in mind. Riki made a surprise gesture, and raised his head, gently nibbling on his abdomen, as he wrapped his arms around his waist. He then reached under taking Iason’s member, and gave it a few eager sucks. Iason gasped with delight, as he paused to enjoyed Riki’s playful nature.

After a few moments, he reached his destination, and sat against the wall, taking Riki’s hand and pulling him onto his lap. Riki straddled Iason’s hips, and without thinking Riki mounted Iason’s cock, barely allowing time for him to adjust. Making Riki break the silence.

“Oh...mm...ouch!....damn your so hard Iason, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Iason grinned, and watched Riki through half-closed eyes, completely transported to another realm. His facial expressions needed no translation, yet Iason did not speak. Riki tilted his head sideways, did the next best thing- enter his mind’s eye.

There he found Iason standing before a golden waterfall. His eyes would not leave the strange, albeit beautiful sight. As Riki approached him, Iason reached back with his hand, and pulled him in front of his body, caressing him eagerly.

“Iason?”

Riki could feel the heat from Iason’s body. It was just as hot as his physical body. They stared at the waterfall, entranced by the mere fact that it was golden, and quite cool.

“Riki, I’ve never seen anything like this. In all my travels, those I can recall, I never saw a golden waterfall. Have you?”

Riki shook his head, “No. I would think, it has a symbolic meaning. Because if something like this actually existed, it would be a real treasure.”

Riki caught his own words, and looked at Iason, whose face lit up.

“That must be it! But I see nothing else but the waterfall, no land masses, no sky, not even the pool where this is falling to. Where it must gather and run.” Iason’s voice now trailed off.

The image of the waterfall suddenly disappeared, and they were brought back to their own awareness. They had been thrusting and grinding against each other, as Iason raised and lowered Riki on his cock, and Riki had his hands over Iason’s urging him on.

“M-My love, I am not hurting you am I?” Iason gasped, as he became aware of his actions. Riki’s body was trembling, his own member was bobbing rather hard with their thrusts.

“Mmm, no....my rather...excited Lord...you feel...just right.” Riki breathed deep, “But...I’m going to be...walking rather funny...when we’re through.” Riki smiled.

Iason’s body trembled, as their intense coupling had a rather predictable outcome with the ship’s functions. They could not help themselves, and before they caused any serious damage, the communication light blinked on, and a rather perturbed set of voices was heard.

“Now don’t make us come in there with a hose you two!” Came the rather comical voice of Raimen.

“You two are blowing up circuitry all over the ship!” Kai’s angry voice blared through. “And if you two can’t control your liaisons between point A and point B, you will be sent to opposite sides of the ship, and made to stand in a corner!” Kai’s attempt at being stern fell flat.

“Kai, you know they can do this in their mind...”

“Never mind that!”

Well if that didn’t put a damper on the moment, nothing would. But unfortunately, Iason and Riki were rather lost, transported elsewhere as they both came hard. Iason’s eyes flickered between sapphire and gold, as did Riki’s from black to gold. They were stunned with the sudden change. And as their bodies released their passion, they once again saw the golden waterfall. But beneath the mist that rose from the base, they could hear the song of many maidens. It was like the experience they had when Omaki was awakening. They did not see any one, just the song could be heard. It was loud, as if millions of voices called out...like the sound of roaring water.

Iason and Riki collapsed on the bed. Their bodies were drenched with sweat, and the copious release of Riki’s sex. The two lovers twitched with residual spasms.

“Iason?”

“Riki?”

The call from Kai and Raimen turned from one of jovial teasing, to panic. The ship had come to a dead stop, began to drift, and had gone dark. The sounds of footsteps running down the corridor were heard, and the door was manually opened. Kai and Raimen held torch lamps in their hands, as they looked for Iason and Riki.

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