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Sharing Too Much	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Atomic Betty Views: 5957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Originally posted January 12, 2007, 11:55 AM
"I found her," Noah said while nervously fidgeting with the phone cord. His freshly-washed brown hair looked rather dark as he stood in the hallway wearing only a bathrobe and a damp towel around his neck. "She went for a walk after school and now she's sick again. I'm sure she feels terrible about not meeting you. Yeah, she's always pushing herself," he explained uncomfortably, even though he hadn't actually lied. "Okay, I will. Bye."
After hanging up the phone, he quietly pushed open the door to his darkened bedroom, letting the hallway light cut a path across the floor and up onto the bed where Betty was laying. She groaned and raised her right arm, shielding her eyes from the dim yellow light. Noah stepped in and closed the door just a little, enough to get the light out of her eyes but not all the way because he didn't want his mother to get suspicious, or worse, tease him.
He went over to the bed and gently shook her shoulder a few times. "Your mom's gonna be here soon," he whispered. "I just let Dylan know that you can't study with him tonight, and he's going to e-mail you an outline later."
Betty put her hand on his, lifting it from her shoulder and using it to help herself sit up. Instead of letting go she pulled him over to sit next to her. "How'd you find me?" she asked wearily while rubbing her eyes.
"Penelope told me that you went off with Duncan after school, but I didn't believe her until Dylan called me looking for you. That's when I went out to find you."
She leaned to her side and rested her head on his shoulder. "But how'd you find us there? No one ever goes to those woods," she noted before turning her face into his neck and taking a deep whiff of his clean wet hair.
"Duh! Because everybody knows that's where the bad teenagers hang out!" he snapped while pushing her away, and then he glared at her. "What's wrong with you, Betty? They were really going to hurt us!"
"I know, I know," the redhead admitted almost tearfully. She leaned in and hugged him loosely, pressing her head against his chest and fingering his robe. As she spoke, he could feel her lips and breath against the bare skin just below his neck. "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"
Noah relaxed a bit and sighed. "No. My mom was asking a lot of questions, so I told her that you were just trying to teach me how to wrestle. I hate lying to her."
Betty held him a little more firmly. "I'm sorry. Everything just seems to be going wrong for me lately and I just keep making it worse. It's like everything's just a dream, and I'm scared that I'm gonna wake up and find out everything that made me happy was a lie." She hung onto him silently for a long moment. "I just want to feel good again."
Noah shifted uneasily, struggling to keep his breathing steady as her closeness and gentle touch threatened to either excite or tickle him. Still, he managed to put an arm around her back and subtly take hold of his robe's lower flap with his other hand, hoping that he wouldn't accidentally expose himself. "Is this about your mom and dad? 'Cause everyone's parents have problems sometimes, but your dad's a really great guy and your mom's nice. I'm sure they can work it out."
"That's not it," she whispered into him with her hot breath, sending a shiver up his spine. "I feel like I'm only doing what everyone else wants 'cause no one will love me if I don't."
Anxiety getting the better of him, the young boy put his hand on her chin and guided her face up off of his chest. She looked at him, wondering what was wrong, but he slid his hand to her shoulder and looked straight into her beautiful green eyes. "That's not true," he croaked softly while managing to calm himself a bit. "I'll always like you, no matter what, and I'm sure your family feels the same way. You just have to let them know if something's making you sad."
Then he dropped his hand in his lap and looked down sadly. "I'm sorry if I make you unhappy, too."
Betty cringed for a moment, but she grabbed his shoulder and tried to look into his down-turned face. "What are you talking about?"
"I like being friends with you, but if you'd rather hang out with Dylan or the jocks then that's okay," he forced himself to tell her. "At least they can protect you from jerks."
"No, Noah, I don't want to stop being friends!" Betty lifted his face and looked into his misty eyes. "You were so brave to do that, getting them off of me," she tried to assure him, despite not remembering everything clearly.
He tried to say something, but before he could she gave him a long, slow kiss on his cheek. Noah turned red and smiled uncontrollably, and when she saw this she kissed him again, this time rubbing her lips and nose against his face and working her way towards his mouth. Betty put her hand behind his head before licking and tenderly pulling on his lips with hers. He froze in place, trembling as she resolutely worked her tongue between his virgin lips and ran it across the front of his teeth.
The young boy felt his erection pushing aside the bottom of his robe, so he quickly spread his legs a little and pulled down on the fabric, terrified that the green-eyed girl would notice his growing predicament. Betty felt his sudden movements and instantly knew what was happening to the little man. Without breaking contact with his lips, she pushed him back on the bed and then laid on top of him, straddling his stomach. Noah felt the cold air hit his hardness as it sprung straight up somewhere behind her bottom. In a near-panic he quickly reached down to cover himself, trying desperately to reach over or under the impassioned redhead, but he only managed to feel up and down her hips and excite her even more.
Betty gripped his head with both hands and forced her tongue deep inside his mouth, making him fear that she might accidentally choke him. Trying to push her off was futile because he could barely move her when he had good leverage, and she actually seemed to relish his struggling beneath her. Instead, he turned his lower body sideways and bent his legs, hoping at least to keep his boner from coming in contact with his best friend's backside. Then he tried to lift her face off of him, but she took hold of his hands and pinned them down next to his head.
He turned his head sideways and whined, "Betty, no…" She ignored his protests and began kissing and licking his left ear and neck, occasionally pausing to give him a gentle bite as she worked her way down to the crook of his neck. Noah nearly started hyperventilating when she slid herself down his body a little. Without even looking, she used her right foot to hook and lift his legs back up. At the same time she nuzzled aside part of the robe covering his chest and began biting and sucking on his tender boy nipple in earnest.
The brown-haired boy tried to slide himself down underneath her, pulling his feet up to his exposed buttocks and arching his back to keep his manhood from poking her. Feeling his legs against her, Betty spread hers and started grinding her bum and thighs against them. Her humping started to have an effect on her nether regions, so she rested the side of her face on his heaving chest and continued grinding against him more slowly and intensely.
Under this less intense stimulation, Noah regained just enough control to pant, "We can't! Your mom's gonna be here any minute!"
"You're right!" she whispered while catching her own breath. After giving his chest a quick kiss she pushed herself up over him and he quickly covered himself with his hands. But instead of getting off of him, she slid down on the bed and easily pulled his knees apart. Without hesitation, she crawled in between his legs and took his hands away, bringing her face next to his fully-exposed hard-on. Noah gasped in shock, freezing up while the beautiful redhead took the tip into her mouth and began moving up and down on it a little. Then she backed off and brought her mouth down to the base, sticking her tongue in where the base meets his balls and letting the tip of her nose graze the side of his penis. Then she licked it all the way up in one long, hard stroke.
Next she playfully ran her hot tongue over the head, pushing his joystick around wildly as her spit drooled down onto his shaft. Then she kissed it deeply from the side, moving from the top down to the base and then back up again. Noah only whimpered as he felt himself nearing the edge, and this was Betty's cue to take it into her mouth again, carefully flexing and licking as she slowly worked herself down on all thirteen centimeters. Noah shuddered as her warm nose pressed in just above the base of his cock, and a puff of her hot breath made his scrotum suddenly tighten up.
The boy tried again to push her away, but she tightened her grip on his hands and pressed them into the bed by his side. This aggravated the injury he'd received from Duncan earlier and he had to fight to keep from yelping in pain. "Oh, Betty!" He winced and as a lone tear streamed from the corner of his eye.
She backed off of his shaft, giving the tip a quick swirl with her tongue before taking him all the way in again. Then Betty gave him several firm strokes with her mouth before pausing to lick the excess drool off his balls. He tensed up and tried to squeeze his legs together, but they were firmly trapped by her outstretched arms. She moaned knowingly and nibbled her way up his tool with her lips before pressing the tip back into her mouth and suckling it for several seconds. Then she resumed face-fucking him, bobbing her head up and down slowly as he writhed and strained against her attentions.
"Betty, your mom's here!" Noah's mother called from the downstairs, but both children were too worked up to answer. Instead, Betty began moving down faster and harder on his boner, feeling that he was close by how much his hands were sweating.
"Betty!"
The girl pulled her face off of his tensing pole and shouted, almost right into it, "Coming!" Then she began working it again, furiously jerking half its length with her mouth and lips as Noah began bucking his hips in time with her. Betty let go of his hands and immediately started yanking the base of his erection against her sucking while also groping and petting his balls. A gurgle escaped Noah's throat as his shaft tightened up all the way. Betty moved her lips up to its head and started sucking and swallowing as jets of his thin white juice spewed into her mouth. As his spasms slowed down her lips milked the full length of his sensitive member a few times.
Betty lifted her head up and gave his tool a long firm squeeze, forcing out the last few drops which she then tenderly kissed off of the tip. Satisfied that her work was done, Betty leaned back and looked up at her friend, lying there with his robe disheveled enough to reveal most of his pretty young body. She giggled at how adorable and perfect he was, but Noah just lay there perfectly still with his hands over his eyes as his penis slowly shrank back down onto his thigh.
Hearing footsteps down the hall, she quickly slid back off of the bed and stood up, facing him. She leaned down into his face, gently lifting one of his hands to plant a final kiss on his cheek. But her heart sank when she noticed the thin line of tears leaking out of his tightly-closed eyes. Noah quickly pulled away from her and rolled over to face the wall, yanking the robe up over his pearly white bum before burying his face in his hands again.
"Noah!" she creaked while touching his shoulder, but then the door burst open and the sudden blast of light made her squint.
"Betty, let's go!" her mother's voice boomed from the doorway. Seeing Noah in bed she dropped her voice to a whisper, "Aw, he's so cute. You really got him all tuckered out, didn't you? Anyway, say your goodnight so we can get a move on."
Betty looked back down at her shivering friend for a moment and gave his upper arm a slight squeeze. Then, after reluctantly letting go, she turned to leave with her head bowed in shame.
Suddenly her mother walked into the room. "Wait a minute." The blonde woman tiptoed over to the bed and leaned over the boy, pulling the bedspread up over him. "Sweet dreams," she said before planting a kiss on the back of his head.
After they left his bedroom, Betty's mom put a hand on the back of Betty's head and ran her fingers through the girl's hair, making her even more uncomfortable. "You should have him come to our house more often," she softly purred. "Ooh, maybe we could get him and Kyle to play together sometime."

"Mamoola, what are you doing here!" Sparky blurted out in surprise as he and X-5 were about to enter the stealth ship. Roger and X-5 were equally caught off guard, but no one was unhappy to see Sparky's mother there, especially since she was carrying a large picnic basket.
"Oh, I just made a little something for Betty to help her feel better. Be a dear and give this to her when you visit. Ooh, I didn't realize that little spaceship was so cute!"
The three guys looked at one-another curiously before X-5 asked directly, "How did you find out that we had acquired a stealth vehicle and were planning to use it to contact Atomic Betty?"
"A mother just knows these things," she said while handing the basket over to Roger.
"Oh, I'm not going," the pretty boy softly huffed as he handed the basket to X-5, who then placed it inside. "I have to watch the ship while Sparky and X-5 go."
"What? But you're the only one who looks human. Sparky, take Roger here with you instead," Zulia politely insisted.
"But mom!"
"Perhaps your mother is right, Sparky," the robot interrupted. "Even with the clever disguise I chose, my presence would greatly increase the risk of detection, especially with an unknown agent watching Betty."
"And, like I keep telling you, coffee machines on Earth don't float around and talk," Roger reminded him.
"Besides, sometimes it's easier to talk about difficult things with people you don't see every day," Zulia added.
Sparky sighed. "I guess you're right. Okay, Roger. And you can even fly it."
The blond's eyes lit up. "Really!"
"Sure. At least you won't be banging up my ship," he smirked. "Stringtheory told me a bunch of things to watch out for, but it'll be fine."
"In that case you'd better get going. By my calculations you'll arrive about an hour before her bedtime if you leave right now," the robot advised them.
"We're on it!" Sparky said while jumping into the ship, quickly followed by smiling Roger.
Zulia wrapped her arm around X-5's as he escorted her to the bridge. "I know you're really worried about her, but you have to be extra careful right now."
"I understand," he answered sullenly.
"Anyway, I'll keep you company and make you some nice fish-oil soup while you're pretending to search the nebula." When they entered the bridge, X-5 took his station and Zulia sat in her son's pilot seat. She looked at his workstation and frowned before wiping a finger across the surface and examining it for dirt. "Tsk tsk! Obviously my little Sparkykins hasn't been eating enough if it's this clean," she noted.
"Actually, your son has displayed an uncharacteristic fanaticism for sanitation ever since Atomic Betty became ill."
"Hmm, really?" she answered curiously.
The main screen turned on, showing Roger in the mini ship's pilot's seat and Sparky in back. "Okay, we're clear of the cargo bay and we'll try not to stay too long," Sparky told them before turning his attention to Roger, who looked confused by all of the controls and gauges. "Well, if Roger can get us going."
"Oh, wait a minute," Roger said with a sudden grin. "I'll just use the autopilot."
"No, wait!" Sparky yelled as Roger pressed the button. The communication link closed and the main screen showed the outside view. The small black ship suddenly spun around and blasted into hyperspace.
"They're going the wrong way," X-5 reported as he engaged the engines to chase after the much-faster craft.
"Oh no!" Zulia cried out. "I forgot to tell them that I packed some sandwiches for them too."

Betty sat in the back seat, quietly sulking. Her mother adjusted her makeup in the rear-view mirror, nearly oblivious to the fact that she was driving the car. The blonde suddenly spoke up, "You know, the other day your father said to me that I should try to be more interested in what you do."
"Ugh," Betty quietly groaned.
"That's what I said!" she happily blurted out while smiling at her little girl in the mirror. "Though, after what Noah's mother showed me I think maybe he's right." Then the woman held up the tiny vodka bottle, making Betty's eyes go wide with fear. "She found this while cleaning your jacket, young lady, and I must say that I'm really disappointed."
Betty sank down into her seat without a word.
"You know, I have a nip to relax now and then too, but you're really wasting a lot of money with these little bottles. They're a rip-off."
"Huh?"
"And you should keep it in a juice bottle or thermos so that others won't notice. I mean, you wouldn't believe how upset Mrs. Parker was. My god!"
Betty's green eyes went wide in shock. "You mean, you're not mad at me for drinking?"
"Well, you probably shouldn't, blah blah blah, but I was your age once. It was lonely growing up all alone on the farm, with my father missing and your granny always running off. So, yes, I used to sneak a drink now and then to pass the time. But I turned out all right." Then her mother flashed her a quick smile in the mirror. "You're a lot like me. You won't let it get out of control. As long as you aren't hurting anyone then I don't see the harm in it."
Though more disturbed than ever about her drinking problem, the little redhead let out a small sigh of relief.
But then her mother added one piece of advice, "Just don't let your father find out, okay? It would crush him."
Betty's heart sank yet again.

With a bright flash, the Starcruiser popped out of hyperspace around a beautiful green and blue planet that was surrounded by many rocky, brightly-colored moons. In the cockpit, one of the instruments beeped slowly, prompting X-5 to guide the ship towards the planet. "Its transponder is broadcasting from the planet's surface."
Zulia's eyes lit up. "What a pretty planet. What's it called?"
"It's known as Trixonia, a planet with an abundance of natomic crystals in the mineral layers," X-5 explained while bringing the ship into the atmosphere. "Unfortunately, they are scattered such that the planet would have to be strip-mined to access them efficiently, so it was restricted to protect its plant and animal life." He spotted the stealth ship in a large clearing surrounded by dense forest, so he brought the Starcruiser down next to it.
"That was nice of them," the kindly woman noted as they both left the cockpit and headed down the ramp.
Sparky was waiting for them, leaning against the small black ship with his lips tight and his nose wrinkled up.
"What happened?" his mother asked.
"I suppose it's kind-of my fault. Stringtheory warned me that Maximus had been taking the ship out and had pre-programmed an encrypted flight plan for the invasion. Borg-9 thought it could be decrypted at headquarters so they didn't clear it after stealing the ship back from him."
"Why didn't you just return after the program ended?" X-5 queried with obvious frustration.
"As soon as we landed Roger just jumped out and ran off into the jungle."
While X-5 floated around and peered inside the small ship, Zulia just sighed, "He should have made tinkle before leaving."
"I think I found something," X-5 called from inside. Sparky stepped in to find the robot pointing at one of the pilot's monitors:
STATUS: SHIP LANDED.
PILOT ACTION REQUIRED: RETRIEVE THE GIRL TRAPPED INSIDE THE PYRAMID.
Press any key to continue . . .
"Oh, maybe I should've looked at that," Sparky admitted, prompting X-5 to sigh and slowly shake his head.

Meanwhile, Atomic Roger cautiously climbed up the slippery, overgrown steps of a mostly-buried Pharaohtine ship. He entered the decrepit craft and flipped on his belt light, looking far ahead into the long, crooked corridor. "It's about time I get to be the hero again!" he announced to himself while taking a confident step forward right into a pit trap. After sliding down the chute for several seconds, his butt landed on the worn stone floor at the end of a deep two-meter wide tunnel. "Whoopsie," he laughed to himself. Then he spotted a light farther down the passage.
The blundering blond stood up and brushed off his uniform before noticing a tangled pile of snakes a few steps away. They started hissing menacingly at the intruder while separating from one-another and preparing to attack.
"Hmm," Roger said curiously before raising his left wrist and pressing a few buttons on his bracelet. The slight beeping noises seemed to irritate the serpents even more, and they began swaying to and fro while edging ever closer to the cornered Galactic Guardian. His bracelet produced a miniature bullhorn, though in place of the central cone there was a faux snake tongue that wiggled and hissed as he spoke, "I come in peace, and with goodwill."
A few of the vipers started making mock strikes at him. Roger laughed nervously and then explained, "Hey, I'm only here to get the girl, not to cause trouble." The snakes suddenly went quiet, looking curiously at one-another and then back at him. "Then we'll leave and never bother you guys again," he added.
A bunch of them instantly sprang forward onto the surprised guardian, wrapping around his chest and neck while others crawled forward and surrounded his feet. However, instead of biting or strangling him, they happily rubbed up against his body, and one repeatedly planted little snaky kisses all over the side of his face. After a few moments, most of the vipers on the floor opened a path for him while a few anxiously tugged at his pant legs, urging him forward. Roger even imagined they were smiling as they led him down the tunnel into a large, bright antechamber full of debris. He had to shield his eyes for a moment until they adjusted to the sunlight that poured in from a gaping hole in the high ceiling, and he noticed that the trees and vines above had been torn back recently.
With a few last head rubs of joy, most of the snakes released the blond and silently crawled back down the corridor. Just one stayed briefly to wave her head towards a shady corner, so the guardian patted her affectionately and then quietly stepped towards the spot. As he approached he could hear a soft yet sweet whimper, and when his light shone into the shadows he saw a shapely young girl lying on her side, her back towards him. He paused to marvel at the pre-teen's slightly rounded bottom pressing out nicely against a dusty red gown which nearly melted over her petite form. The prisoner's long, dark plum-colored hair fell into a frazzled yet soft pool behind her thin, creamy-white neck.
"Oh, what did I tell you serpents about staying on your side?" the girl grumbled weakly.
"Have no fear, 'cause Atomic Roger is here to rescue you!" he announced triumphantly.
The girl went completely still for a few seconds. "Oh, brave sir, please don't look at me!" the youngster sobbed without looking up. "I'm not worthy of rescue after the awful, humiliating things Maximus I.Q. has done to me. Let me rot away in my shame, for no one could ever love or even respect me now."
Roger's expression immediately changed from proud to confused. Forgetting his own melodramatic tone, he simply walked over and knelt down next to the weeping girl. "Oh, come on now. It can't be that bad," he told her sweetly. Then, the guardian put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "No matter what that big meanie did to you, it's not your fault and no one's going to be mad at you."
Unfortunately, his reassuring kindness only made her cry harder and pull away from him. At a loss, he began rubbing her arm and stroking her hair for a long while. When her tears finally started to subside, he leaned over her and lifted her delicate chin before brushing away the tears on her cheek. Slowly, the sad little girl's eyelids opened and she gazed up at him with sparkling violet eyes. Though she still looked frightened, Roger couldn't help but smile when he saw a glimmer of hope in her face.
"Come on. A good-looking girl like you shouldn't be crying," he said while sitting her up on the floor. He playfully ran his fingers through her hair as she let out one last sniffle. "I know what'll make you feel a whole lot better," he said with a wink.

"Granny!" Betty shouted when she walked into the kitchen and found her grandmother cooking dinner. The redhead immediately ran over and Beatrixo knelt down so they could hug each other tightly. "What are you doing here?" She couldn't stop a few tears from forming in her eyes, but that didn't keep her from giving her grandma a family kiss on the lips and then hugging her again, cheek to cheek.
"I wanted to see how my favorite granddaughter was doing, so I whipped up some prairie dog pie and brought it over." The woman leaned back and looked deeply into her granddaughter's eyes, wiping away the tears with her finger. "Hey, don't get all weepy on me, soldier!" she laughed. "Now why don't you go wash up for dinner, and afterwards we can do whatever you want until it's time for bed."
Beatrixo watched Betty happily scurry off to the washroom, but as soon as her granddaughter was out of sight, her smile faded and she looked down sadly at the tears on her fingers. Carefully, she slipped a test tube out of her pocket and scraped the droplets into it. After capping it and putting it back in her pocket, she continued getting dinner ready.
"Isn't she growing up so fast?" Betty's mom proudly announced from the doorway while taking off her coat.
Beatrixo casually replied, "She sure is, but I just hope it hasn't been too fast."
"Oh, don't worry about her, Mom. Betty will be just fine. Heck, she's becoming more like me every day," the blonde bragged.
"Then maybe I need to spend more time with her," the older woman muttered.

"Thank you, kind sir," Zulia giggled as X-5 helped her across the same pit that, unknown to them, Roger had fallen into earlier.
Sparky breathed a sigh of relief and led them down the corridor. "Any idea where they might be?"
"Even with the ship in this deteriorated state my sensors can't penetrate the walls," the robot reported.
"I think I hear something," Zulia chimed in, so they came to a stop and listened closely.
"Oh, you really like that, don't you?" Roger's distant voice asked.
"It feels better than I ever imagined," a sweet girl's voice followed. "I thought it was really going to hurt, but you're so amazingly gentle."
"Well, I have lots of experience," they heard the blond boasting. Sparky and X-5 looked at each other nervously and then quickly continued down the tunnel.
"Oh, I could tell when I first looked at you!" the girl's voice answered.
Zulia had no trouble keeping up. "It sounds like he found her all right."
"Okay, other side now," Roger instructed.
"Of course!" she eagerly replied. "Oh, you have to come to my planet and we can do this at least twice a day — heck, all day long even."
"Oops, I got a little on your face there…" Roger said just as the others came to a ledge above the chamber. They looked down to see the guardian facing the girl with his back towards them, and his arms appeared to be on her head. "Ah, that's much better," he sighed.
"Oh, look who made a new little friend," Zulia innocently commented.
The blond's hands didn't stop moving as he turned his head back to look up at them. "Oh, there you are. What took you so long?"
"Stop that!" Sparky yelled.
"What?" The blond turned and shrugged, revealing a brush in one hand and a can of hairspray in the other.
Behind him, the smiling girl looked up, showing off her beautifully coifed purple hair: the long tresses were clean and wrapped in neat buns above each ear. Sparky gasped and X-5 sighed as the girl's smile faded and she wrinkled her nose at them. "Oh, it's you," she huffed.
"Nice to see you, too, Empress Narcissitad," X-5 grumbled.
Roger looked back and forth at his new and old friends with a big smile. "Ah, so you know each other? That's great!"

On the view screen, Admiral DeGill's eyes bulged and the bubble pipe almost fell out of his mouth before he regained his composure. "I must say, I'm quite impressed with your performance, Sparky! Now that we know the target, we'll set up an extra defensive perimeter around Trixonia. And finally recovering the empress… well, I think I can talk her people into taking her back."
Sitting in the guest chair, Zulia beamed with pride. "That's my son!"
"Aww, mom. Besides, it was really Roger's doing," Sparky answered from the captain's chair.
X-5 glanced back at Sparky and then turned to Zulia, giving her a nod before he returned his attention to the screen. "I've cleared all of the programs in the stealth ship and Atomic Roger is securing it in the cargo bay now. We'll have it back at headquarters in a few hours."
"And about Empress Narcissitad?"
Zulia answered, "She's still pretty upset and won't say a word about Maxy's plans. I put her in Atomic Betty's room so she can take a nice bath and maybe nap a bit while I make her something nice to eat."
Sparky cut in, "Whenever we ask her anything about what happened she gets very worked up and won't say a word. She wouldn't even come with us until Roger talked her into it."
"Maximus wouldn't have put off an invasion unless he's planning something much bigger, and I'll bet whatever was in that Pharaohtine ship is involved in his latest diabolical plan," DeGill fumed. "We've found no mention of that ship's symbols in the recorded legends, and no one here can figure out why it would be deactivated and left in such a hidden location when all of their other ships are left in prominent places and remain fully operational. Any thoughts, X-5?"
"Considering that the ship was from the same time period yet mostly stripped before it crashed, it could be that this particular technology was so dangerous that they wanted to destroy it. That would also explain why there's no record of its existence, lest someone try to re-create it."
Sparky cringed. "Too dangerous for the Pharaohtines? That can't be a good thing."
"Most certainly not," the admiral agreed. "In any case, it's imperative that we find out exactly what it is, so do whatever it takes to get her to talk."
"Yes sir!" Sparky answered with a salute. DeGill saluted back and the screen faded.
X-5 rummaged around inside his chest and pulled out a cattle prod, sparking the tip a few times in the air. "I believe this will get Empress Narcissitad to tell us what we want to know."
"No, that's no good," Sparky said while pondering the situation. "As tempting as it might be, she's really shaken up about whatever Maximus did to her, so we have to be nice."
"She and Roger really seem to get along," Zulia mentioned. "I bet he can get her to open up."
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