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Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time: Descent

I do not own any of the rights to Star Ocean III or any of it's characters. The words, however, remain property of the author.

Ch.4: Rendezvous
A cold rain blew down on the hamlet of Aquios. Nel Zelpher, formerly a renowned Crimson Blade of the Aquarian throne, stood calmly on a small knoll outside the city, looking in at the bustling village, full of construction and activity, despite the inclement weather. Taking the first step from her perch towards the settlement below, a crack of lightning split the sky, sending workers scurrying down from ladders. "This is like a bad story", the red-haired warrior mumbled to herself, setting off down the gentle slope.
Reaching the town, Nel took her time to stroll around and refamiliarize herself with the place. It had been six months since the resolution with Luther, and in that time excursions to 'outside' were not exactly a priority. However, things hadn't changed much, and a few people nodded in recognition, but none approached: word had long since spread of "monastery" in the training facility. Having familiarized herself with the surroundings, the blademaster stepped forward, to the guard in front of the central mansion: local Aquarian HQ. Unlike Nel, Clair Lasbard, confidante, commander, friend, and lover, had not cut all ties to the military, remaining on some sort of leave for extended periods as she visited her comrades outside Kirlsa.
"Is Clair in?", Nel asked. "No, m'lady", replied the hapless guard, stammering at the appearance of a legend. "She checked in here recently, but left again. I believe she may have simply headed home." "Home? She has an abode in the area?" Nel raised an eyebrow; Clair had always lived within military property. "Yes, m'lady. She moved out recently after a heated argument with other personnel.". The former Blade muttered to herself. "Peculiar. Very well, soldier. May I ask directions?"
Having been told where Clair had taken up residence, Nel strolled the village, pondering what had caused such a change. The Clair she knew - knew so well - would never have lost control of her temper in such away. While evidence of aberrant behaviours had been rampant as of late, notably the treatment of Peppita, one could hardly compare a military environment to a sexual playpen, though Nel knew Clair sexually just as well as she did militarily. She looked up in the middle of her third circuit, nodded once, and set a straight line to Clair's door.
It wasn't what Nel had been expected, but in retrospect, nothing else had stayed the same: why should this? The three-story house looked fine on the outside, but the lawn and garden had already run wild with neglect. Breaking her stride for a brief second to glance around, Nel stepped up to the door, knocking twice.
Albel held onto a thick piece of iron chain. One that was firmly secured around the neck of an attractive blue-haired girl, former commander of the Diplo. Maria's shackled feet clanked as she shuffled down the hallway after him, eyes burning. Albel stopped and turned, chuckling at her anger. "I'm continually amazed you still hate me - us - so much! Though it's really only confirmation of what we all thought at the beginning." Withdrawing a bronze key from the folds of his robe, he deftly unlocked a door in the wall, in a remote corner of the first corner. Pushing it open, he tugged on Maria's lead, motioning towards the revealed set of dirt steps leading downward.
After a few seconds of staring contest, Albel chuckled. "Very well, then." Giving a forcible tug to the chain, he started down into the blackness below, pulling an unwilling but angrily acceptant Maria, who condescended to move her feet just enough to keep her balance. A short dozen steps later, he paused, lighting a solitary candle, illuminating a small cellar, approximately a 6 foot cube dug into the dirt, barren and windowless, with a stout steel post sticking out from the middle of the floor.
"Dog." Albel raised an eyebrow at his companion. "One of these days, you'll accept this is for your own good. I do respect you enough to believe you've long since realized it's good for you." With that, he took the hanging padlock and securely locked the young girl to the steel beam. Maria continued to stare at "the Wicked" as he stepped back, digging the candle into the dirt in front of her. Without pausing, she lunged forward, scraping her neck on her iron collar, hurling the flaming candle into the space Albel had just been standing in. He chuckled. "Always. Pepitta will be carting around food eventually. Enjoy!" And he disappeared up the stairs, leaving her bound in the total blackness.
The door swung open. Clair Lasbard, officer of the Aquarian army, stood in the entrance. Her hair had changed from dark grey to a dull black, as had the entire trappings of her outfit, though she retained the bright purple ribbons that ran through her hair. Despite the minor changes in shade, the tone had definitely gone from successful and competent commander to intelligent and reclusive. Nel wasn't surprised - this was old news.
"What brings you here?"
"Don't tell me you don't know." came the reply, accompanied by a foot sliding over the threshold.
"...You're mad? Why?" A hand shot out, being placed gently on a soft chest.
"Just because you earned my respect doesn't give you the right."
Eyebrows twitched coquettishly. "Oh, it was harmless."
"A contrary opinion to what I heard. And I trust Albel." She stepped fully inside, pressing her flesh taut against an equally sensous body.
She ran a hand down her comrade's svelte curves. "...Forgive me?"
"Only this time." With that, the ruby warrior swept her obsidian counterpart up off the floor and continued inside. To say the interior was Spartan in this day and age would be a colossal understatement. Most of the rooms were painted dark shades, alternating between black, grey, and red, with odd pieces of luxurious furniture, but decoration stopped there. Nel carried Clair through the peculiar domicile, the latter giggling to herself and clutching her comrade's chest as they proceeded up the circular staircase, the light of the setting sun streaming through the windows.
The second floor wasn't of interest - more of the same, and neither bothered to even say a word as the pair strode up to the door leading to the third floor. Clair grabbed the handle from the warm embrace, swinging it open to reveal an exact copy of Clair's room in the palace. Looking up at Nel's dropped jaw, Clair deftly came to her feet, whispering in her ear "Don't you like it? I know you never go back...it was wonderful there."
"I do...more than you know." With that, the pair broke into a long, passionate kiss, hands exploring areas they hadn't seen for weeks, tongues reestablishing the intimacy so well remembered. While neither of them took the time to say it, both knew their love had waited too long in the light of others. Falling to the bed ontop of Nel, stripping away clothes until the obisdian kneeled over the smiling, slender body of the ruby. Looking down at her svelte, toned curves, Clair reached down to lightly tweak a nipple, only to suddenly find herself on her back, being quickly disrobed by her companion.
The two combatants lay next to each other on the bed, purple rays of sunshine caressing their equally alluring bodies, tongues traveling over familiar parts, fingers being inserted and released, covered in ambrosia, prized by both. Screams of pure ecstasy shook the room as they alternately set each other off, knowing the innermost secrets of the other's pleasure. As the sun slipped behind the horizon, shrouding the room in darkness, Clair bit Nel's shoulder gently, as Nel slowly placed three fingers inside her lover's warm, shaved confines, who quickly returned the favour. Seconds later, both let out a final soft moan, collapsing against each other.
Far away, a pair of frazzled pigtails fell back into pillows as Welch let out a scream of pleasure, withdrawing fingers from her wet sex. Cutting the video feed to Clair's third floor, all three fell asleep.

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With respect to requests, I am more than open to doing them, quite possibly in detail as long as they fit within the confines of the story and the roles I have laid out for the characters. If anyone wants to contact me about doing requests, you're more than welcome to leave reviews or email me at salerio3@yahoo.com. With regard to Mirage v. Peppita, I would say you're in luck.
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