<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">Megan Jefferson / Zaldira Horas</span></div><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/8Yh8pWE.png)</div></div></div></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Music (listen to the whole thing to "feel the vibe" of this small piece)</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/gsGVW01tPRA?t=1m36s</div></div><br/>(http://img0.reactor.cc/pics/post/full/%D0%BA%D1%80%D0%B0%D1%81%D0%B8%D0%B2%D1%8B%D0%B5-%D0%BA%D0%B0%D1%80%D1%82%D0%B8%D0%BD%D0%BA%D0%B8-Sci-Fi-art-Shahab-Alizadeh-3602306.jpeg)</div><br/><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i.imgur.com/IwOUajn.png)</td><td><em>"Where is this wretched thing?"</em> A soldier was nerveously shaking, looking around like crazy, aiming his rifle at the trees, into the grass, at stones.<br/><em>"I don't know. I think you're having halucinations already."</em> the second soldier was also nerveous, but way less than his collegue. He even turned on the safety on his rifle. He was worried for his partner. <em>"You have a fracture on your helmet. Take it off, put on a rebreather, Jaris."</em> He even tried to move closer to help, but Jaris just backed away. <em>"It's the air on this planet, it makes you see things... Calm down, it's gone now. Five hours passed already."</em> <br/><em>"No, I definitely seen it just now!"</em> The first soldier did a full 180 and shot an auto burst of around 15 bullets into nothingness.<br/>These two soldiers were walking in an alien forest, chasing a "beast". An alien, who killed the rest of the team. To them, this "beast" was a threat and they came to destroy it... But they didn't think that it would fight back.<br/><em>"There, see it? A shadow!"</em> - the nerveous soldier fired another short burst at the "shadow" he seen, but the bullets went into nothingness.<br/><em>"Calm down, Jaris... There was nothing there."</em> - the second soldier took his weapon off safety though, just in case.<br/>Indeed, there was nothing <strong>there</strong>, where shots were fired at. <br/>But <strong>she</strong> was watching the soldiers. <strong>She</strong> was above them. <strong>She</strong> was ready to attack... And made her move. <br/><br/>A loud avian screech, sharp claws on her feet stretched to the full length, aiming right at the soldier's head. Helmet, split in half, exploding like an egg shell into hundreds miniature pieces. A lightning fast move with two daggers in her hands, used as scissors while standing behind the soldier. Head sliding down from it's usual place, falling on the ground like a lifeless hunk of meat. The body still upright on it's feet for a second or two, leaking green blood from the neck, then following it's head, smashing on the ground lifelessly.<br/>A loud yelll - "Jaris, noooooo!" and pain in the chest. A piercing pain, again and again. Shots fired, one after another...</td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><strong>---</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gk61qVCfzxM</div></div><br/>(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/HFBjfzsOtx0/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><br/>Megan woke up in cold sweat, siting up, grabbing her chest, breasts and stomach, checking it for injuiries. The phantom pain from the dream was still there, but her body was perfectly okay, still dressed in a simple sport white sleeveless shirt and pink panties. She was still in the so called bed<strong>room</strong>(shared with the kitchen, living room and the rest of the stuff, except the cockpit) of their small shuttle, autopilot working perfectly. Readings on the nearby screen say everything is within normal parameters and ETA to destination is still 5 hours.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"What was that..?"</em>She asked that aloud, even though there was no need. No answer followed. She knew the reason. She and Zaldira shared not only one body via a symbiotic bond, but also a mental connection of their two minds. Megan knew that Zaldira wasn't sleeping... She was ashamed of imposing such nightmares at Megan. Her own nightmares. Her memories.<br/><em>"Zaldira, answer me."</em>Megain asked again, mentally this time as she laid back on the bed again. And her intonation this time was more persistant. And she called her full name instead of just "Zal" only when there was something serious to discuss.<br/><em>"That was... A memory."</em>Zaldira answered reluctantly. Her soft voice echoed through Megan's mind like her own. That's how they were usually communicating.<br/><em>"Tell me. Please."</em>Through all these years they were together, both of them shared each other's moments of joy and sadness. Hope and despair. Love and hate. And other emotions, feelings, both from their past and their present life together as well. And still both of them have secrets from each other, sometimes not even realizing it.<br/><em>"I already forgot this one. It was... A long time ago. They followed me to an uninhabbited forest planet and hunted like I'm some beast. A scout group, four men. one woman. Three were easy targets. The other two - more sturdy and experienced."</em>Her tone changed from relaxed to tense at some points of her story, then going back to calmness - they are in bed right now after all, middle of the night. No need to get all emotinal and agressive in this state due to them sharing strong emotions with each other.<br/><em>"You killed them all?"</em>Megan asked for some reason, even though the answer was perfectly clear.<br/><em>"Yes."</em>Zaldira answered after a small pause. She needed it.<br/><em>"Don't worry about it, Zal. Put this memory away again and try to forget. For good this time..."</em>A small pause and she added:<em>"We still have quite some time. Let's rest some more..."</em><br/><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/af/a9/52/afa952e39a66a3b5e8b7c19bdc622020.jpg)</td><td>The shuttle continued slowly aproaching the destination. Meg and Zal both decided to switch off the hyperdrive to conserve fuel and instead mask their energy signature to stay invisible to radar scans. The diplomatic shuttle they bought wasn't equipped with any kind of stealth field, but the size, color and shape of it was perfect for remaining undetected - its not like anyone would look out the window in space to actually see a small shuttle going at sublight speeds. The silent humming of masking device created a rather chilling atmosphere, not getting in the way of sleeping, unlike the very distracting noise of the hyperdrive shoved into this small vessel basically "by force" to accomodate the needs of diplomants and their constant travels here and there. On bigger ships there is a lot of sound isolation around the drive, but over here, every centimeter of space was precisely calculated and there was just not much room left for that.<br/>Even though on full speed they could reach the space station in around five minutes instead of hours.... They decided to go slow. They both needed some rest, so this additional time to their trip was just perfect. Middle of nowhere in space on a basically invisible ship is the best place for rest without being disturbed - like pirates, raiders or robbers who will definitely try to get inside the shuttle when it's docked to a space station with rather "shady" reputation. Nothing else comes to mind that would disturb them two. Unless it's bad memories or dreams...</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><div align="center"><strong>---</strong></div><br/><strong>Exactly 5 hours, 3 minutes and 23 seconds later.</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Meg finished putting on her light grey flightsuit, zipping it up all the way with the high-neck. Next she put on the white leather jacket on top of that as additional warm clothing, plus some style. Dark grey boots - perfect shoes for both space stations and most planets' surfaces(unless it's acid or radioactive that could easily melt even rubber in seconds). A quick fix for the dyed short hair(white with cyan tint to it, like ice) - some slight touch of sprayed gel to make it look fitting in the current galactic "fashion trend", the blown away with wind harcut, something like that. The long hair were gathered in a ponytail behind, while leaving quite a big amount of locks in the front for this stylish look. Besides, it's fitting to her and Zal to look that way, considering what their powers are. Then she applied some really light-colored makeup to her eyes, also one of the latest trends out there - pale blue-ish white, almost the same as hair, but less saturated blue. And light blue lipstick. Some disliked this, saying its like if women with that lipstick are either froze to death or drowned, thus the blue lips. Those who used that color thought differently - it gave them the look of the "Ice Queen". Strong, independant, cold and calculating. Meg didn't mind that look as well. Even though wasn't as "cold" as she tried to look.<br/><em>"We need to refuel."</em><br/><em>"I know."</em><br/><em>"We also need power cells and ammo for your weaponry."</em><br/><em>"I know that too."</em><br/><em>"And we need to meet those contractors."</em><br/><em>"Zal, stop. I know."</em><br/><em>"I'm sorry, Mag. I am still wind up. Didn't sleep through the rest of the route here. I am sorry."</em><br/><em>"Don't worry, Zal, your life was way more rich with events, compared to mine before we met. And I AM glad we met. Even though... The circumstances were a bit dark. But we will always have each other, no matter what. Always had since that day. Right?"</em><br/>Meg hugged herself. If anyone else would be in the ship, they'd look at her like she's a weirdo. Out of nowhere, a self-hug, for no reason or words. Them two were speaking mentally after all.<br/><em>"Yes. I will be grateful to you forever for accepting me. Not that we both had much choice though..."</em> Zal let out a slight snicker.<br/><em>"Yeah, fun times, I guess."</em> Meg smiled too. It was <em>that</em> kind of smile. When you're trying to overcome and forget the bad memories, but they still haunting you for years already. Zal's snicker was just the same kind.<br/></td><td>(http://i.imgur.com/MgHwAVS.png)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>"Aproaching space station. Docking permission requested. ... ... Docking permission granted. Auto-pilot disengaging in 30 seconds. Prepare for manual landing." Autopilot announced over the ship's speakers.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Weird how they easily granted us the docking permission. Guess it finally pays off that we bought this "diplomat" shuttle instead of that fighter you wanted. It still has that transmitter and diplomatic codes. Can work to our advantage, you know."</em>- Meg said aloud as she walked over to the cockpit and sat down into the pilot seat.<br/><em>"How long will you continue nagging about it though? Years? Trust me, we have quite a while together, it seems. You don't really age as a human should due to our bond, do you? And don't lie to me you didn't notice it around 50 years ago. We never talked about it though, taking it for granted... Weird. Wait... Waaaaaaaait... Did I forget again?"</em>Zal suddenly went silent...<br/><em>"Yes, I guess you did, hun. Yesterday."</em>Meg answered and smiled.<br/><em>"I'm sorry, Meg. Again. Happy birthday. Was it... 89? Yes?"</em>Zal tried to remember the Earth years numbers again. Even though they both spent quite some time on Earth, she still was confused with the year cycle humans had back there.<br/><em>"Don't worry about it. You had a rough patch of flashbacks lately, you are stressed. I understand, it's ok."</em>Meg relaxed in the seat, giving the control over body to Zaldira.<br/>Her pupils became little slits, like animals have. Zal was "the pilot"(both body and the shuttle) now, while Meg is "the passanger".<br/><em>"You definitely need to learn how to pilot a ship, Meg. What if some day..?"</em><br/><em>"Don't. Don't start that old song. I told you before and I will tell you again countless times."</em>She said with slight anger in her speech. After a pause, she added:<em>"You know, we have a huge disadvantage about us."</em><br/><em>"Yes, yes, I know. Not being able to "not talk", like you humans do if angry at each other. And ignoring is impossible as well."</em><br/><em>"Yepp. Anyway, take us in so we can finally get all the stuff and then head to that bar for the appointment with that shady group. What was the name of the bar though..?"</em><br/><em>"I don't remember either. But the station is small. Not too many bars, I guess. We'll find it."</em><br/><em>"And people always think of how it could be cool to have two memories... And here we are, two of us and both forgetting something. Great."</em><br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Don't worry, Meg. Everything will be all right." </em>Zal whispered as she finally landed the shuttle and closed her eyes. Did the same gesture as Meg did - hugged herself. Their strange symbiotic relationship is a real complex one. A man once asked - if separated, would they start making out? Do they love each other? Do they have any... Sexual attraction... towards each other? The answer was simple - no. They are friends. Close friends, as close as you can get. Who hug from time to time. Who share secrets, feelings, emotions, even one body for two. But is it love in a sexual way? No. Both of them are still attracted to men... And they seem to have quite similar tastes.<br/>After around a minute of hugging "both", Zal finally gave the body back under Meg's control(It was<em>her</em>body after all). Meg didn't say a word up untill that happened. She also enjoyed the hug and silence.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Let's go now."</em>Meg said aloud and got out of the shuttle, inhaling a slightly stale air of the space station, filled with all sorts of smells - spilled fuel, spices, organic trash, fumes... As always on such "shady" places. And the sounds - constant humming of people speaking different languages, laughter, machinery working, some gunshots in the distance, regulator sirens...<br/><div align="center">(https://isrartistic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/hangar_isracarrion-com.jpg)</div>