The Galactic Federation; The Rebellion

A Different Kind Of Ship

It was late. Wiknar had found it hard to sleep after being warned of potential danger ahead. Warrion tended to one of the many panel rooms while Wiknar manned the control panel. All seemed peaceful; the vast stars ahead scalding with grace, and the space dust floating adrift like smokey cloth. It was calm, and Wiknar herself wasn't so vigilant as she previously was. She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. She let out a deep breath. Warri examined the control panels, looking carefully for any damage, but there was nothing; everything was all clear. He headed back up to the cockpit. 

"It's about time you chilled out," Warri teased. Wiknar's eyes popped open, and she shot straight up. She turned to Warrion, who was leaning in the doorway in a 'cool' manner. "Whatever," she responded antically. Warri walked over to her, observing the scenery from the windshield. "Wow," he aired softly, "after all these years of intergalactic travel-"
"-the universe is still so fascinating," Wiknar finished.
Warri looked at her. She was still looking at the stars. He smiled at her, but it wasn't a friendly or forced smile. No, his smile was out of affection and emotion. He loved her. He'd never felt like this about anyone; he'd been with his fair share of female spiders, but all he felt was lust, especially when the females were in heat. This, this was love. Wiknar had trusted him enough to tell him when she was in heat (due to her abnormal behavior), and he didn't seem to feel any fervor; in fact, he felt honored that she could be that honest with him. She was his best friend. They shared so many great times together, so many laughs and memories. Sometimes he swore he couldn't be without her. They were constantly more worried about each other than they were for themselves. He was pretty sure she loved him, too, but he was too shy to ask.

She looked at him. "You okay?" she asked. He shook his head. "What, me? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he stuttered. She smiled and laughed a little. Their eyes met, but their spiritual bonding was quickly interrupted by the ship rattling violently, followed by muffled hissing and pounding. Wiknar stood up, and both of them stood in a battle stance. "I knew it," she spoke. "I thought I saw a Tameranian base." They rushed to the ship's roof doors, grabbing weapons as they passed through the armament room along the way. A quad of Tegerian jockeys awaited them. The jockeys were fuzzy and white with gray stripes, with six legs and hook-like claws to support grip. One of them hiss and waved its front two arms, while the other three hissed and charged at the two warriors. "Stay low," Wiknar warned. One of the vaulted at Warrion, but missed as he ducked at first notice. "They can only jump high and far. If we're lucky, we can get them to launch themselves out of control."
"And then what," Warri scowled.
"They'll drift off into space until they reach gravity or a black hole. They might even be dead next time we encounter them."

Wiknar swung to her right, stick her left leg out and sweeping a jockey off the ship. "It's that easy." Another jockey lunged at Warrion. He caught it mid-air and hurled it off into the distance. "Or you can do that. Whatever works." Two left. The jockeys were becoming aware and were quite smart, despite their small figure. Wiknar met eye-to-eye with one, arousing a standoff. Wiknar slyly grabbed a spear from behind her and jolted at the opposing jockey, impaling it with little effort. "Grab the last one before it gets away!" Wiknar shouted. Warri pounced at the final jockey, but it leaped over him and hopped on his back. Wiknar took the opposite end of her spear and shoved the jockey off of him, batting at it with the attached corpse as well as flicking the carcass off. "Damn," Warri exclaimed. 
"Yeah, I've had my fair share of these pests. They're actually kind of fun."

The two headed towards the doors, but halted at the feel of violent shaking and a metallic slam. A full four-armed Tegerian warrior landed on the ship with a large club. "Shit," Wiknar grunted. The gorilla-like albino roared at them, but no sound was very loud. "He's not used to ambient conditions," Warri declared, "he's an easy target." Wiknar stood in a battle stance, her spear pointed and stained with blue blood. "I got this," Warri announced as he launched a dagger at the Tegerian, but the bloodthirsty beast grabbed it and threw it aside. "He's used to ambient conditions," Wiknar teased, "he's just not made for them."
"Whatever." 
While Warri had his head turned to Wiknar, the Tegerian darted over to Warri and grabbed him before Wiknar could alert him. "Warri!" Wiknar fretted. The beast held him by the neck tightly, leaving Warri to only sway and flail. He elbowed the monster, and it launched itself back. It refused to let go, even as it slid off the edge of the ship. Wiknar raced over to them, stabbing the Tegerian in the face as it held onto both the ship and Warri. She offered her hand, and Warri grabbed it firmly. The Tegerian screamed as it fell, its blood streaming out of its face and into the endless universe. "Come on, I got you," Wiknar huffed as she hoisted Warri back onto the ship. 

Warri fell into her as he got back onto the ship, wrapping his arms around her. Wiknar froze up. Both were in shock for different reasons. Wiknar held him in return. They sat like that for what seemed like hours, when it was only a few minutes. Warri let go, but Wiknar held on until she realized it was over. It was over, everything was okay, and they were done holding one another. She looked up at him and stood up, heading to the doors without saying a word. They dropped back into the ship one at a time and went their separate ways. Warrion stopped, though, and looked back at Wiknar who was walking away just as feral as he was. He inhaled to speak, but decided against it last minute. He turned back around and awkwardly went on his way.

Wiknar sat back at the control panel. She pressed a button, and a holographic screen appeared. She called Jackie. "Wiknar," Jackie greeted cheerfully, "... Sheesh, you look upset. What happened." Wiknar sighed, letting out a distressed grunt as she did so, "I messed up, like, bad."
"What'd you do?"
"Well, we were fighting a battle, and Warri almost got knocked off the ship. When I saved him, he held me due to shock, but I went a little overboard and held him for too long."
"Hey, at least he looks at you for comfort."
"He's a male arachnid. Any male who can sexually reproduce looks to females for comfort."
"Not always."
"He might trust me. Probably as a friend, though."
"Why can't you look on the bright side of things?"
"I'm not good at this kind of stuff."
"Yeah, obviously."
"Rude."
"Oh? Looks like you've got company. I'll let you go. Hi and bye, Warri!"

Warrion stood in the doorway nervously. Wiknar turned around in her chair. Their eyes met, followed by an awkward silence. Warri leaned against the wall and swayed his foot. He walked over to Wiknar, and she stood quickly. He got close, unusually close. The two locked eyes for a minute, reading the passion in each others' eyes, at least until their lips met, and their eyes closed. The kiss was so sensual, and it lasted quite some time before they separated. Both were flustered beyond words, but managed to pulled one another into an arm's embrace.