So what if a thing exploded? And so what if some silly little lifeforms were thrust into space while on vacation? The galaxy was cruel. Time kept moving, and as it lurched forward it became harder to remember how exactly most humans liked to be approached, especially when panicked.  What worked the last time?  'I like your footwear...would you like to fornicate?' or did the 'Ah , I see you're imbibing alcohol, would you care for a drink?' work best?  Truth was Sister Ioz couldn't remember anymore, and that worried her.<br/><span style="color: #000000">It had been near three..no..four federation years since she and her penitent had successfully passed genetic information on to another race , and the clock was ticking. <br/>
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The most holy of duty of each Visiri priestess was their pilgrimage, due to repeat every 5 cycles. And while annoying, Ioz had no one to blame for that but herself. She had been fool enough to fall in love with one of her own kind but that part she didn't mind so much. She loved her penitent very much, adored her even.  But as in-breeding within the species was strictly forbidden, their lives were ...hard. Since they each chose a life with another Visiri, it thrust them both into the roll of priestess and penitent, bound together by ancient ritual to alter the priests anatomy to 'male'-ish through deep mental bonds and spread their genetic material throughout the galaxy.  <br/>
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Visiri were just lucky most races within the galaxy couldn't say 'no' to two writhing female forms, and generally, once the 'change' came about, they were already too invested in copulation to say 'no thankyou'.  They were just as lucky that their advanced psychic bonds allowed them to speak with one another  silently, and even -MORE- lucky the galaxy hadn't caught on to the Visiri's subtle acts thanks to gentle mind altering and excellent propaganda.  They were by and large the galaxies great secret if only because Visiri children looked like their mother race. The only thing that bound them was the aching psychic call to Algerion upon their maturity. <br/>
   Ioz sipped on her drink and stared at her partner, her brow ridge sculpted by hard round masses that increased in size , framing black, lifeless eyes. She blinked, and thought to her penitent </span><span style="color: #330066"> ~Well this was a waste of time...~</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>