I have a Job for you [CONTENT]

Posted on Thu Oct 13th, 2022 @ 4:39pm by Lieutenant Clara Lawson

Mission: Tales from the other side of the Mirror
Location: Various
Timeline: 13 October 2397 / 1754 hours
5196 words - 10.4 OF Standard Post Measure

***MATURE CONTENT BELOW***
THE AUTHORS OF THIS JP WISH TO CAUTION THE READERS THAT THERE IS SEXUAL CONTEN BERWEEN TWO COBSENTINH ADULT CHARACTERS DEPICTED BELOW.


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It had taken Clara ages to track down the man she had been sent to find. Her orders had been very clear. Find him and bring him to Erisia. Now in the dingest of bars she found him.

Dressed all in black with her long black hair braided down her back and visibly armed, Clara walked up to the table that held Micheal Robertson. "Micheal Robertson." She stated, not questioned. "I have a job for you. And it pays very well."

Still drinking his beer, Micheal didn't react right away to the woman who had just interrupted his day.

After finishing the drink, he set the mug down and turned his eyes towards her. Well, one eye. His right eye moved over every square centimeter of her form. His left, artificial eye glowed a steady red.

"And just who the hell are you supposed to be, darlin'?" He drawled with his thick Texas accent.

"The Erisian Emperor sent me." Clara replied as she placed a Padd before him.

"The Emperor?" He asked incredulously. "Don't you mean High Lord? When did the Palus prick name himself Emperor? And more to the point, since when would he send a human, and a woman at that, course a very attractive one, on an errand to hire another human?"

"You are behind the times. Pallas is dead. His sister, Empress Penelope gutted him herself on her wedding day to Emperor Mattias Richardson. It is he who sent me to find you."

This news caused the big man to perk up. "Mattias? Is Emperor?" He glanced off into space and chuckled. "That maniac always did have his sights set high." He chuckled as he reached for the PADD. "So, what does His Excellency want with an old war dog like me?"

"As to that I am not sure. He wants you to come to Erisia to speak with him. As you can imagine he is very busy to leave it at this moment." Clara stated. "The Padd I am told explains things."

Micheal made a short noise in his throat as he moved his right eye from the attractive brunette, down to the PADD. For a few seconds, he was silent while he read. Then, his face turned to stone and he stood up suddenly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a few credits and dropped them on the table. Looking back up to the brunette, the earlier joviality gone from his voice. "Where's your ship, we're leaving now."

"Docking port 12" She said casually. "This way." She turned on her heel with military precision and headed for the door.

Micheal stay right with her, pulling un his black leather duster and Stetson.

In moments, they were entering her ship and then got ready to lift off.

"How fast can you get me there?" He asked, his tone professional.

"Two days" Came the reply. "Maximum warp is 8.9 in this scout." The ship was not tiny, but it was not big. It was an arrow class prisoner configuration. But the cells were empty.

"Good," he replied. Looking over at her as the ship lifted off, he asked, "So what's your name? Or should I just keep thinking of you as the very attractive woman who pulled me out of a run-down bar?"

"Clara" She said over her shoulder as she brought the shuttle up and out of the docking bay. "Lieutenant Clara Lawson. Erisian Intelligence."

Micheal was impressed. "Exactly how much has changed on Erisia? As you said, I am behind the times. Been scraping by just to survive since the Admiralty tossed me out of the Fleet."

"The High Lord is dead, as are his supporters. His sister rules and her husband rules with her." Clara said. "There are changes around women happening. No longer are they a second class. And there have been a few .... murders."

"Oh?" He asked, his curiosity certainly peeked. "All of worthless excuses for Erisians, I imagine?" He then added, "How long have you known Mat....the Emperor?"

"A few years. I was recruited by him a few years ago to help with his building of his own team."

Micheal nodded as he listened. Mattias was nothing if not an excellent judge of character. If he had brought this woman onboard and then sent her to bring Micheal to meet him, then she was completely on the up and up. "I've known him since Academy. We were friends then. Though, over the years, and various missions, we lost touch." The fact that Mattias hadn't stepped forward and helped him when he was thrown out of the service made Micheal now think that he was preoccupied with other pressing matters at the time.

After the ship broke orbit and jumped to warp, Micheal stood. "I'm going to go get cleaned up and then eat something. Would you like anything?"

"No thank you. Your cabin is on the left as you leave here." Clara replied. "You may find his Excellency much changed from that time."

Micheal chuckled softly. "His Excellency...hehe..that's going to take some getting used to." He started aft, then stopped and looked forward at the back of Clara's head. "Huge responsibilities aside....how is he? Does he seem happy?"

"From what I have seen, he and his wife, the Empress are deliriously happy. Almost disgustingly so." Clara said glancing at him. "Servants report also that their wing is off limits for certain hours."

He grinned at that bit of news. "The two of them were smitten with each other the day they first met. I was with him at the time, though, I much better looking then," he indicates the artificial eye and arm. "I'm glad they've got each other finally. At least someone out there's not alone." He got a bit quiet at that point. Then he shook his head a walked aft.

Clara watched him go and with a frown turned back to her console. She plotted the course and the Shuttle went to warp.

A few minutes later, Micheal was in the shower, running it as hot as his skin could take it. It had been, well, too long, since he had had a proper shower, and he was going to enjoy it as long as he could.

Clara finished setting the shuttle to autopilot and moved to the small crew area and replicated a meal for them both.

A short while later, Micheal emerged from the head, clean and his bread neatly trimmed short. He had a robe tied around him as he used a towel to finish drying his hair.

As he stepped into the corridor, he stopped, picking up the enticing aroma of delicious Terran food. His mouth instantly started to water. "Did you...get dinner ready for us?"

"Figured you would be hungry" Clara stated. "From what I see you have not had good food for a while."

Moving to sit down next to her, Micheal reached out and lifted the lid to the large serving dish located in front of their plates. "Steak, mashed potatoes and creamed spinach?" He looked over at Clara and grinned. "You are quickly becoming my favorite person!"

He picked up her plate and served her first, then himself. "What did you choose for drinks?"

"Terran Ale for you. Water for me" she said calmly. "And the Emperor may have mentioned your favorite foods."

He lifted his stein and took a heavy draw from it, savoring the flavor of home. Putting it back down on the table, he politely stifled the belch that ensued, then excused himself. "Why only water for you, if I may ask?"

"I don't drink alcohol." Clara said. "I had a bad experience as a teenager. I don't want a repeat."

A look of concern crossed his face. "I'm sorry to hear that." And as odd as it was, he was telling the truth. There was something about this woman that seemed...special to him.

"So I will fill you in on the process when we get to Erisia. The Emperor is normally on his command ship during daylight hours. If we arrive during that time zone, we will land on his Command Ship. If it is not, then we land on the planet after being scanned." Clara stated as she ate.

Micheal nodded as he listened. "How large is the military under His command? And are there any current threats to his safety that I need be made aware of?"

"He controls the entire Erisian Fleet, Nearly 3000 vessels all told." Clara said "As for current threats? It's complex to explain. Her excellency has two siblings. Both are loyal to her and the Emperor. But they are pawns in the marriage stakes and if they marry incorrectly..." she left it hanging.

He nodded as he finished the thought, "...then a threat could easily sneak in under everyone's noses. He picked up the PADD from earlier, which he had left on the table when he went to go shower. "So, it seems that His Excellency wants me to fill the role of Chief Close Order Protection. He knows my qualifications in the field, so it makes sense. Do you know how many protection agents will be on my team?"

"A team of about 30 at last check. They are to protect the Royal family." Clara replied.

Micheal nodded again. "I'm going to need to see their personnel files. I want to go over them before we arrive. While I'm sure they have been vetted, they haven't been vetted by me. And I will not have anyone I don't fully trust anywhere near the Royal Family."

Clara nodded. "Over there is a pile of Padd's. From the Emperor for you." she pointed to the pile. "I should warn you though, one is non-negotiable by her Royal Highness's own request."

Micheal arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And who is that?" He took another biteful of food as they continued to speak.

"One Jhoraelal Belos Triston Montgomery." Clara said "He is of personal interest to the Empress's sister."

Micheal thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Well, if the Empress demands it, and we are working for her, I supposed this Triston is staying on the team."

Clara smiled. "I'll let you in on a small secret. Triston's parents are newly crowned king and queen of a sector of Erisia. They are Terran. And it is... assumed... that he and the Empress's sister will eventually make a match... once she is over her trauma."

Micheal was suprised by this revelation. "Oh really?" He took a sip of his ale. "What trauma is she recovering from?

"The late High Lord, sold her to a pleasure house." Clara said coldly. "And in a race where virginity is highly prized, what he did was an abomination."

Micheal felt his blood start to boil. Though he didn't know the Princess, to hear that a young woman had been treated that way, especially by her own brother, infuriated him. "It's a shame the prick could only die once," he growled menacingly

A few moments later, dinner was finished and Micheal was sitting back in his chair, slowly enjoying the rest of his ale. "Let's change the subject," he said. "Tell me about yourself. Where are you from, are you married or seeing anyone, that kind of thing."

Clara raised an eyebrow. "Widowed. My husband was killed by Pallas's men. About 2 years ago, shortly after he forced his sister to marry him. We had no children. No time for it."

Micheal's demeanor softened slightly. "My apologies for your loss." He suprised himself as he reached forward and gently covered her left hand with his right. "Yet another excellent reason that he was killed."

Clara nodded "Thank you but it was not a love match. My parents and his arranged it."

Micheal nodded. "Still, it was a warm body that you could use to hold back the cold of the universe, even if there was no love between the two of you."

She merely let her lips twist into a smile. It was distant. She had definitely had no love for the man she had married. And there was no friendship in the relationship either. "And you?"

Here, Micheal's features darkened with sadness. "I'm a widower. My wife and out twin infant children, were brutally murdered eight years ago. I haven't been with another woman since."

"Did you avenge their deaths?" Clara asked curiously.

He looked up at Clara, the unmistakable look over vengeance served, present in his eye. "With prolonged agony," he growled softly.

"Good, then you will be well suited to the Erisian Court." She studied him. "Which reminds me." She stood and walked over to a box near the wall. "With your position will come a new rank and a new uniform."

Micheal's gaze followed her, dropping to her very nice rear end before he moved his line of sight back up again. "Oh?" He asked, curious about this new revelation. "The Empress and Emperor don't use Terran ranks for their Terran subjects?"

"No, not all of them." Came the reply as she pulled out the items. "my Erisian Rank is Jhoraelal. It's Lieutenant equivalent." She turned. "You will need to accept a promotion. The Emperor will deal with that though." She held out the uniform.

Standing up, Micheal moved over to Clara and took hold of the new uniform, the index finger of his right hand briefly brushing the back of her left hand. "A promotion? To what, the equivalent of a Master Chief? I was a Senior Chief when Imperial Starfleet kicked me out."

"In the Erisian Empire, that rank will mean nothing. I believe the rank mentioned is the equivalent of a Terran Major." Clara smiled. "You will need it to be able to snarl at the officers in the team."

A look of surprise filled Micheal's face. "A major?" Then it sunk in and he nodded, a small smile causing his mouth to twitch upwards at the corners. "That's very interesting. What is called in Erisian?"

"Tazys" Clara said softly.

Micheal felt a zing run up his spine when Clara spoke. Stepping a little closer, he lowered his voice and said, "Say that again."

She raised an eyebrow and with a puzzled look repeated the word. "Tazys, what is it?"

Micheal let out a small sigh, then shook his head. "I shouldn't say. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He started to turn away as he spoke.

"I want to know Micheal." She stated firmly.

Looking back into her eyes, the big man sighed and deflated some. "I...I think you are extremely attractive and...when you spoke that Erisian word, it...it turned me on a bit." His cheeks flushed slightly as he admitted his feelings.

Clara smiled and spoke in Erisian "Tanya lamya ve'thel"

Mattias felt goosebumps run over his back and arms, plus, a bit more arousal under his robe. Growling softly, he moved a step closer to Clara, a spark of hunger starting to build in his right eye. "What does that mean?"

She smirked "You should look it up" she said casually. "When you learn the meaning, we can discuss it more. You need to learn Erisian. Not many know Standard."

Micheal nodded to Clara. "Care to teach me what I need to know? Wouldn't want one of the Emperor’s oldest friends to sound foolish, would you?" He returned hersmrk with one of her own. He was finding her fire very appealing...very sexy.

"I can give you some rudimentary lessons. I mainly learned through interactions with Erisians. " Clara said with a smirk.

"I will gladly take...anything you choose to give me." As soon as he said it, he felt like a fool. Using such a cheesy line! Clara would never want to be with a beast like him. As beautiful and clearly highly intelligent as she was, he was certain that she already had somebody, or possibly several somebody's who she was more interested in.

"Then you should refer to his Excellency as "Taurn Aran" It means High King, but it is the closest word to Emperor they have. And her Excellency is "Taurn Cel" high Queen. And when you introduce yourself, say "Amin essa naa Micheal Richardson."

Micheal repeated each word carefully several times, until he was comfortable with their use. "Do you have a file I can read for more of their language and culture?"

"Sure." Clara went and found a PADD with the Erisian Language primer uploaded onto it. She handed it over to Micheal. "This should help you."

"Thank you," he responded softly as he took the offered PADD with his right hand. After bringing it closer, he lifted his left hand in front of him and blinked his right eye. The tip of his index finger opened and a small plug extended slightly. Moving his hand to plug his finger into the charging post of the PADD, the screen started to flash as all of the information it contained sped over the screen.

In seconds, he was done. After disconnecting from the device and revealing his finger, he looked over at Clara and said, in flawless Erisian, "Cormamin lindua ele lle. Vanimle sila tiri."

"Show off" Clara rolled her eyes at him. "And flattery gets you nowhere" she added with a teasing lilt to her voice.

Lifting his right hand up to cup Clara's left cheek gently, Micheal stepped closer, leaving mere inches between their faces. In a tone that conveyed his attraction to her clearly, he asked, "And what would get me somewhere with you?"

Clara considered him, her dark eyes taking in his face and the obvious desire. "hmm" she mused as she absently toyed with a strand of her own hair, "These days it is hard to find anyone worth spending that type of time with, so I would be hard pressed to say what would get you anywhere with me..." her lips curved. "But for you Tazys, I can tell you that actions speak louder than words."

The hunger that filled his right eye was clearly obvious. "Two days until we get there, you say?" He growled softly. "Plenty of time." He then leaned in and kissed her. And kissed her quite well for someone who hadn't done do in so many years.

Clara returned the kiss without hesitation. It had been years for her, since anyone had touched her with anything other than duty. There had been no passion in her marriage. And she had known better than to seek it elsewhere. But now, yes she could seek it. She lifted her arms up and around his neck as they kissed.

As soon as he felt her arms move around his neck, Micheal stepped right up to Clara and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up against him. All the while, his lips never left hers. It was as if he was kissing her as if his life depended upon it pleasing her.

Clara's hand moved into his hair and she gripped it firmly as she pulled her mouth from his. "You want more?" she asked

The hunger in his voice was clear when he growled again, "I want everything you will give me!"

"really?" she drawled. She drew back and let her hand slide down his arm and took his hand. "Come with me then" she led him to her cabin.

Micheal did as bade, and followed Clara aft to her cabin. While he was feeling a growing excitement, he also hoped that he would not disappoint her in any way.

Clara entered the sparse cabin and turned to face him. "Its sparse because I do not spend much time here. But the bed is comfortable." she began to undo her uniform top.

Micheal watched her start to undress and he undid his robe and shrugged it off, standing in just a pair of boxer briefs. "It looks comfortable," he said as he stepped forward and turned Clara around towards the bulkhead. He then stepped up behind her and started to pull her uniform oof of her a piece at at time. As a piece of skin became visible, he lowered his lips to it and alternated between planting kisses and leaving small bite marks.

Clara moaned as he did so, her body shivering as each item was removed. His nips had her whimpering and pressing back against him.

Reaching up with his left hand, he took firm hold of her hair ND pulled her head to her left, fully opening her slender neck to him as he leaned in and started to nibble along its length. As he did so, he slid his right hand down into the front of her pants and started to rub his fingers against her.

Clara gasped and shifted her hips back against him. "Micheal" she gasped his name the accent of her Terran province quite clear as she spoke. It put a small lilt on the end of his name. "Do .... what you want... hurry..."

And he did just as she begged. After removing the rest of her clothing, then his underwear, they started to explore and enjoy each other's bodies, finding what they both had been needing for so long.

Hours later, they collapsed in a pile on the bed, sheets pulled out and wrapped around them both as Micheal held onto Clara as she rest against him.

"You're...amazing!" He said Truthfully and breathlessly.

"So are you." She answered just as worn out. "Never have had that much... fun before."

"I'm glad that I appeased you," he admitted. "As I said earlier, I haven't been with anyone for eight years."

"It does not show" Clara said softly. "But word to the wise, if you are going to sleep with an Erisian girl make sure you wed her first."

"Well, even though you're Terran, I guess I'll have to marry you, as I don't want to be with anyone else." He paused, suddenly feeling unsure. "Unless..you wish to be with someone else?"

She raised her head. "You do not know me Micheal. One night of great sex is not a relationship you know." she said gently.

"I know," he nodded. "I'm not saying we should get married tonight. I'm just saying that I don't want to be with anyone else. Unlike most Terran men, I am a monogamous partner."

Clara considered him and then nodded "Very well. I am not one to sleep around either."

"Good," he replied. "Then I won't be forced to rip anyone's hearts out. At least not for sleeping with you that is." He smirked slightly as he spoke.

Clara smirked at that. "As long as you can keep up with me" she teased.

"Oh," he chuckled softly as he tightened his hold on her briefly. "I'm fairly certain that I just showed I can do just that, darlin'."

Clara gave a mock sniff. "We shall see how well you do after a full days work with the Royal family, Tazys" her tone was light and teasing.

He grinned a wolf grin at her as he moved his hands over her body. "Oh, I'm pretty confident that we will be fully hooked on each other before we arrive at Erisia."

"Hmm we shall see if you live up to that promise" Clara said and kissed him.

Micheal returned the kiss with equal passion, and soon, they found themselves entwined with each other for several more hours.

Several hours later, they were now laying on the deck in front of her bunk, her blanket haphazardly wrapped around them as they both gasped for breath.

"Told...told ya!" He finally got out.

Clara gave him a breathless laugh and rested her head on his chest. "Hmm guess you did."

He smiled and started to lift his left hand to move some of the hair plastered to her forehead, off of her face. Unfortunately, when he did lift his hand, a popping could be head inside of it, and in dropped back to the deck like a dead weight. "Fuck!" He grimaced and cursed as he tried to lift the whole arm but couldn't. "Well, this is embarrassing..."

Clara sat upright. "What's wrong" She asked looking at him.

He seemed embarrassed to say, but did so. "Blew a damn circuit in my arm." An angry frown filled his face. "I've had to use substandard parts since I was kicked out of the Fleet. I've been having to repair it more and more lately. Pretty soon, I'll just have to junk it and go without an arm." his right eye moved away from Clara's beauty. He was certain that after seeing just how subpar he really was, not only would she not want to be with him, he was sure that the job with Mattias was now gone.

"If you want to just get rid of me and tell the Emperor the truth about how broken I am, I'll understand "

Clara smiled. "You think he didn't know?" She asked softly. She rolled to her feet and walked out of the room, only to return a few minutes later with a box. "I am not a medical doctor or an Engineer, but lets see what we can do until we get you to Erisia."

His eyes shot up to hers in suprise. "You...you don't think I'm worthless?"

"No. I don't" She said firmly, "Erisian Medical tech is better than Terran."

Looking in the box, Micheal pulled a tool out and tried to work on opening the access port on the outside of his shoulder, but couldn't get the angle with the current state of his arm. He kept trying to reach and started to get frustrated.

Deftly, Clara took the tool and opened the port.

Micheal sighed in relief. "Thank you...do you see the diamond-shaped hole, at the bottom of the access point?"

"Yes?"

"Use the end of the tool to depress the interior mechanism. When you hear a click, my arm will detach."

She frowned, "Ok.." She did as he said and the arm came off his shoulder.

Nodding, Micheal told her to put the arm up on the desk and then he asked if she could get some more light over it. As he did so, he stood and picked the box of tools. He then moved over to the desk and sat down. "Thank you," he said to her along the way. He then started to work on his arm as best he could one-handed.

Clara stood there naked and the moved to help him, figuring it would be easier with two hands.

"Thank you," he said again, looking up into her beautiful face. "Rotate it so the incident of the arm is pointed upwards, please?"

Clara did as he said and then said "Erisia's medical tech is way more advanced despite their cultural outlook. You should be able to get this sorted."

As he worked on the malfunctioning arm with her help, Micheal looked up at Clara and asked, "they could give a better artificial arm? That's a relief!"

"If you wish or a biological arm grown from stem cells."

His eyes lit up at that option. "Y-you mean..." he looked at the stump that was his current shoulder. He was almost scared to ask, for fear that she was just fooling around with him.

She nodded. "It is a standard medical procedure since the Emperor and Empress came to power, before that it was for the wealthy only. One they never shared with the other powers"

"Could...could they fix my eye as well?" He had never thought it possible to be made whole again. Especially after what the butchers known as doctors, who cared for the Terran enlisted military, told him, after they removed his eye and his arm, instead of healing him.

"I am not sure but you can ask them" Clara said softly.

He nodded slightly, then got back to work. A few moments later, he had the burnt circuit removed and had a temporary replacement reinstalled. After putting the tools down, he picked up the arm and pressed it back against his shoulder cap. There was a slight click, then the arm went through it's reboot procedure.

Finally, he raised his left hand up and worked the wrist and f8nger joints. Everything seemed to be working. Looking over at Clara, he stood and, with his right hand, lifted her chin so he could look down into her mesmerizing eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, then leaned down and kissed her deeply.

She kissed him back and when they broke apart she smiled. "No problems"

He smiled and said, "I'm not sure about you, but I could use another shower, and then some sleep. Care to join me?"

"You go get started, I need to check our course." She brushed her lips across his and headed for the cockpit.

Micheal returned her kiss, then his gaze was glued to her perfect ass as she exited the small cabin. Sighing happily, he moved to activate her shower, then got in and started to enjoy the hot water for the second time that evening.

Clara checked their course and smiled as she watched the scanners. No Terran ships or Alliance ships or any other ships. Content they were safe, she returned to the bedroom and the shower room. She stood watching him shower.

After a few beats, Micheal turned and his artificial eye flashed a bit brighter. Moving to the shower stall opening, he reached up and grabbed a support beam, stretching his muscles as his gaze moved over every square centimeter of her body. "You gonna stand out there all night, or are you going to get that sexy ass in here with me, darlin'?"

Clara laughed and walked into the shower with him. "I was just admiring the view."

Releasing the support, Micheal put his arms around Clara and gently pulled her close. "Where have you been all my life?" He leaned in and kissed her gently. Not enough to truly start anything, but enough to let her know that she was very special to him.

"In the Erisian Empire." She replied.

He smiled at her, then leaned in to kiss her. That kiss lead to other activities, and for the next hour, the new couple enjoyed getting dirty and clean all at the same time.

Afterwards, as they were laying in Clara's bunk, Micheal spoke softly in her ear. "Whatever happens on Erisia, I am glad that you came into my life, sweetheart."

Clara smiled sleepily. "Hmm same." She whispered and pulled the blankets up to them.

Moments later, the new couple were both fast asleep, content and feeling a sense of peace for the first time in a very long time.


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===TRANSLATIONS===

Tanya lamya ve'thel - that sounds like fun

Cormamin lindua ele lle - My heart sings to see thee

Vanimle sila tiri - Your beauty shines bright