Love Is Always Write Volume 4

reconnaissance expedition to a nearby system and ignited an ancestral flame since these abandoned monuments were similar to ones registered in old records from Terra Prima.
    Six expeditions had been sent to XZ345; all had lasted on the planet less than a few standard months. No mechanical dysfunction had curtailed the research expeditions, but there were severe symptoms of stress and melancholy in the human members of both military and archeological crews.
    Ancient scrolls discovered during Expedition One, and finally translated by the return of Expedition Four, spoke of the evacuation of the planet. Wars had decimated the population and plagues threatened what was left of their civilization. A great search was issued to find a family that would remain on the planet to safeguard the sacred temples of Meha until the return of the fleeing expatriates. One male of the family would serve as supreme wielder of the protective curse. If such a family had been found, it was not registered on the recovered scrolls.
    That has to be the most effing purple byotch raffle in the Universe.
    Baptized after Regulus H. Perth, the General in command of the Reconnaissance Fleet, the pyramids consisted of impressive and extended temples on the southern hemisphere of the planet. The dry climate had conserved the ruins in excellent condition, from an archeological point of view.
    Plans to repopulate the planet with a human colony had never crystalized due to the inability to maintain an archeological site at minimum.
    Darien turned the screen off. Why send another expedition if six others had already failed? A bigger reason must exist to divert resources to such a cause. At any rate, the Federation's persistence in exploring "Planet Xad" (as it was known in archeological circles due to the melancholic and depressive outbursts of the crews) was unfathomable.
    The seventh expedition consisted of three humans and a hundred androids, divided into field researchers and military contingency.
    A nasty feeling churned Darien's guts. Perhaps, he'd just gotten the winning ticket in another byotch imploding raffle.
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    Honeyed Agate
    Orange Flames
    Outlander Minister
    Heart of Gold
    "Seriously? That's what the Oracle said?" Kekoa banged the control panel, making Commander Ur and the screen jump. "Sounds more like a fucking joke than a riddle. That could be anyone. Is it a male at least?"
    "Yes, that much was affirmative." The old man obviously forgave his temper because he understood Kekoa's ordeal: stuck on an empty planet guarding sacred temples for another thousand years.
    "And did the Oracle say how I'm gonna meet this Outlander Minister ?" Kekoa growled, frustration winning the race against anger.
    "He will come to you, Kekoa. Have patience." Commander Ur implored, more father than high-ranked officer.
    "Nobody comes to this planet unless you send them. The only other option would be a crash-landing. Who knows what that might bring?" Kekoa caressed his growing erection, hidden from the commander's eyes. "I can't wait for my mate to appear, Ur. I need to fuck now."
    "Entertainment can be arranged; give me a couple of hours." Commander Ur smiled, complicit.
    "Make it one hour, and send two strong ones. I'm in a mood." This time Kekoa squeezed his rock-hard cock. He grunted mutedly. "Thanks, Ur."
    Commander Ur nodded solemnly. "May Meha guard you." He became a dot on the screen.
    Funny since Kekoa was the guardian of Meha's temples. He was truly in a mood today. Something boiled inside him, and he couldn't guess what it was.
    "Master, your bath is ready," the head android murmured behind him.
    Warm water awaited him in the adjoining room. He thanked the android and disrobed, walking nude toward the welcoming retreat. Perhaps after a relaxing bath he would not be as destructive as he felt right now. He counted on being in a better mood by the time his entertainment arrived.
    Less than an hour later, the expert hand of another household android had untangled all the knotted muscles in his body, and he waited, degusting aged liquor.
    Just a short satin robe covered his frame as the two men entered his alcove. Both were tall and muscled, much like him, with the same white hair distinctive of his race. More than courtesans, these two seemed to be from the military elite, which was excellent; Kekoa aimed for a rough session.
    He rose to his feet, swirling the liquor in its concave goblet with his left hand. "Gentlemen, drinks?" His steeled weapon