An Eye for an eye.

[Stoat]

Major Thorsten Waap disembarked from the RNC Stahlauge with a sigh. The past ten weeks had been stressful, as the newest addition to the mighty Rheinland fleet was put through her paces. This was the first proper shore leave he had taken in the last eighteen months, and he was determined to enjoy it. So much so that he had booked himself into one of the top resorts on Planet Baden Baden for a fortnights R&R.

The liner he boarded on Planet Hamburg was insanely luxurious. Each thickly padded, leather covered, reclining seat was encased within a small cubicle of finest Stuttgart teak, polished to a lustrous golden sheen. The finest Bretonian scotch was served in delicate, hand carved crystal. Wines newly smuggled into Rheinland from Gallia were surreptitiously served to military officers and politicians alike. Wondrous foods from all across Sirius were constantly available from a buffet with stretched a full 30 feet in length. And the hostesses, he had never seen the like. Stunning, young, nubile ladies all, dressed in skin-tight clothing that showed every bump and curve of their bodies. He was, he decided, already in heaven, and settled back into his seat to enjoy the ride.

The trip to Baden Baden was leisurely and untroubled. When they arrived he was so drunk he had to be taken to his lodge on a trailer. He awoke several hours later upon silk sheets. I didn’t occur to him to think about who might have undressed him and got him into the bed. He didn’t care one jot. As he rose from the bed he was confronted by a glittering panoramic view across the most beautiful bay he’d ever seen. This was, he knew, just what he needed.

Alerted by a soft knock, he donned the cotton robe at the foot of the bed, and headed for the front door to the lodge. He paused, checking that the robe was fastened, and gently opened the door. Standing there smiling was a woman of exquisite beauty.

“Major Waap?” she queried, her voice instantly sparking an excitement deep within him.

“Yes Fraulein?” he responded, eyes travelling up and down her frame, as subtle scents teased his nostrils. He opened the door fully. “What can I d…………..”

He had no opportunity to finish the sentence. Her arm snapped forward with terrifying speed, and her fist slammed into his throat. As he choked and staggered backwards she followed him into the lodge. He stumbled, falling to the floor, his head smacking onto the slate floor. Stunned, he watched, terrified as she stepped close, straddling him. She bent close, a syringe in her hand, which she stabbed gently into his neck. The pain and panic receded, leaving a warm, comfortable sensation in its place. He smiled benignly at the new figure that crouched down next to him. The eyes of the figure glowed an opalescent purple hue, yet he continued smiling, lost in the colour. Even as creeping, grasping tendrils touched his lips, he remained unaware and uncaring.

The nomad slid quietly and untroubled into its new host.

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