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Chen leaned back against the wall. It wasn’t a wall as in most structures. The walls of the dwellings Chen had walked through on other inhabited planets were made of arbors, earth, and metals. The Eloheem Mothership was a living, breathing being. Her exterior, a chrysalis, impervious to the harsh elements of the Heavens. Her internal cocoon molded into the shapes and structures of whatever its inhabitants needed.
Right now Chen needed a soft, warm place to fall into. The place at his back molded into the shape of his shoulders, allowing his head to fall back and release pressure on his neck. The temperature of the wall adjusted a few degrees higher than his core body temperature to help relieve some of the tension running throughout his back.
Chen sighed and smiled his thanks to the ship. It had known him since he was an embryo in his mother’s womb, just as it knew every male on board. The ship was the only mother they all had left and she was sick. The blasts she’d taken from the Marred Eloh had been filled with some toxic element, likely an invention of the Grey Reticuleans. The enemy ship had taken direct aim at her energy mines, the very heart of the ship, the lifeblood of all on board. The aim had not been to take down the Mothership through fire power. It had been to sicken her, with the full knowledge that her death could spell the death of every thing inside. To cut all the Eloheem onboard off from its source of sustenance, of healing, of livelihood.
It was elegant, effective and no one knew how to stop it.
Motherships were a rare breed of living creatures. Though they were called Motherships they had no actual gender. They were purely asexual, which meant that they had no means of reproduction. This ship had been this tribe of Eloheem’s home for generations. They were as connected to the ship as the ship was connected to them. They fed of the energy she provided and in turn She cultivated and then recycled what they gave back to her. A perfect symbiotic relationship. Neither party fully a parasite taking stock nor a host setting up stores.
The Eloheem and the ship had been wandering the universe and surviving for many revolutions. But true survival meant procreation, the ability to reproduce yourself thus ensuring the future. At least that’s what it meant for Hsing and most of the Yins. Chen ached for a deeper, mutually beneficial connection.
He reached out to feel for Shanti. She still wandered the ship looking for a way out. Chen hated that he misunderstood her desires to come with him. He’d felt so certain that she’d wanted him, that she’d wanted to go with him. From the moment he touched her warm, supple skin to remove the poisonous venom, he’d felt a growing connection. Once he was inside of her, he’d reached the highest level of awareness of his life. He saw everything so clearly. He saw Shanti bound to him and Hsing. He saw her happy, smiling, content…and large with their sons. He’d touched Nirvana, and perhaps that clouded his judgement. The effects of Nirvana had long since worn off and it all seemed like a dream to him now.
A body crashed to the floor before him.
Pakua’s purple head smacked into the floor right on his nodes. All assembled, Chen included, winced. The nodes of an Eloh’s head were particularly sensitive. But Pakua grinned as he looked up at the cause of his demise.
Hsing stood over his brethren, his hand outstretched offering assistance. Pakua waved it away, sprung to his feet, and assumed another fighting stance. The two went at it again. Hsing easily besting Pakua who was without a doubt the best warrior on the ship. But not at this moment while the Nirvanic energy ran through Hsing’s veins.
When the two were done, they clasped hands, huge grins on their bruised faces.
“If that’s the power a female brings, I suppose I’ll need to think about acquiring one,” Pakua said as he and the other males filed out of the room to return to their duties.
Hsing grabbed a pice of cloth and wiped at his face. “I never put much stock in our Yang father’s visions,” he said to Chen. “I’d always assumed that our Yin father was simply a mighty warrior with unparalleled skill. But after what I experienced, the high between our mate’s thighs and the residual effects, I’ll never doubt any of it again.”
“She wants to leave.”
Hsing’s hand paused in the wiping of his face. He tossed the cloth aside. “She can’t leave. She’s ours.”
“Hsing, there was a misunderstanding.“
“It doesn’t matter. We’re bound. You know what would happen if she were to leave.”
“And you know what it means if she never gives herself fully to us. We can’t plant our seed with in her.”
“We can’t worry about that now,” said Hsing. “We have more pressing matters. Namely, the energy mine. The ship should be able to heal herself, but she’s not. Whatever the Marred One blasted us with its infected her.”
“We can continue the Chi Kung maneuvers of pulling the toxins out of the energy stores,” said Chen. “But that will not eradicate the problem.”
Hsing tied on his robes with agitated fingers. “I will think of something.”
“You do not need to add more weight to your shoulders, Hsing-I.”
Chen regarded his brother. For the first time in such a long time, Hsing looked light. There had been a gleam in his eye and a quirk to his lip when he fought Pakua. Even earlier, when Chen greeted him, shortly after he left Shanti’s rooms, there had been something of a pep in his step, an ease to his gait. Hsing was relaxed.
Chen knew it was from his time with Shanti. His Yin father, Chou, had told him that the unique brotherhood of the Eloheem provided balance. But males could still wobble too far into their opposite natures from time to time. It was a woman who provided stability to a brotherhood, along with the ability to access the other side of their natures.
For many revolutions after their parents passed on to the next life, the males aboard the ship had no access to the stability of a female. Hsing and Chen were the oldest and so everyone deferred to them. Hsing, being Yin with a more commanding personality, took the lead. Chen was always at his brothers side or back or wherever Hsing needed him to be to keep them all together. It had been rough, but they had been able to provide a sense of stability for their fledgling tribe. Most of that stability had balanced on Hsing’s back.
So when Chen suggested that Hsing did not need to take on this new problem of the energy mines, Chen expected push back.
“All right, brother.” Hsing clapped Chen on the back.
Chen wobbled at the unexpected acceptance.
“Do you have any idea on how we can solve the problem permanently?” Hsing asked.
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure something out. We always do.”
“You should go and lay with her,” Hsing’s eyes looked hazy and unfocused with the memories of pleasure. “Perhaps if you touch Nirvana once more, see things from up high, you’ll see a way through.”
Chen reached out to Shanti again. She was near the rear of the ship. He felt her frustration that she didn’t see the way out of what she thought was her predicament, her prison. He was certain that she wouldn’t allow him passage into herself or to Nirvana again.