Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180216215824


 * Nightfire watches them and rolls his eyes. He walks out of the bridge and through the corridors. As he walks, he is grabbed from behind and pulled into a small room that could equate to a janitor’s closet. The hands grabbing him reach into his pants, to his surprise. When he turns and sees who it was, it was the love of his prolonged life, Zeitola. He soon grabs her and the two of them end up on the floor making love. When they finish, she gets off him and they lay next to each other. He looks at her.

Nightfire: Why are you here?

Zeitola: I sensed something terrible is coming.

Nightfire: The vampires?

Zeitola: No, something else. It’s where we are headed.


 * He begins putting his clothes back on.

Nightfire: Something else? Whatever it is I can handle.

Zeitola: No, it will more likely handle you and ways you would never imagine.


 * He smirks.

Nightfire: Like my love ambuume and making love to me in the closet of a space ship?


 * She frowns and slugs him, much to his discomfort. She gets up and dresses herself.

Zeitola: This is serious.

Nightfire: Isn’t it always.


 * The two of them leave the closet and head to the bridge.