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Sentinel-Spanked Samus (for NoMoeWoes)
The dual suns rose over the lost world of Iridia. Far away from the towering crystalline fortresses of the Core Provinces, and beyond the watchful eyes of the Sentinels, was the Wyldlands. An endless expanse of wilderness and an ecosystem filled with danger and monsters on par with Zebes.
Darius and Daria strode across this landscape on their ironsteeds. Strange fungal trees reached towards the sky and ponds of fluorescent algae dotted the plains. They saw something curious. Ahead was a valley, inaccessible to their ironsteeds, and a plume of smoke rising from it.
"What in the Ancestor's name is that? A Malefactor camp?" asked Daria.
"No, that's not a campfire. That's wreckage of some kind." answered her brother. "Let's get a closer look."
The two dismounted their ironsteeds and ventured forth. Iridians had azure skin and silver hair. Taller, by far, then most humans. Darius was 7'6, with long silver hair indicating his experience. His little sister, Daria, was merely 6'11, with her boyishly short hair indicating her status as a neophyte Sentinel. Their armor was bronze and engraved with the symbol of Sentinel Order: a snarling Leonine beast bearing a Las-Spear in one claw and a Med-fruit in the other: to heal the weak and defeat the evil-doers was the goal of the Sentinel Order.
Inside they saw a crashed orange star-vessel. It had been torn open, somehow, by the strike of a giant claw. Maybe it had been star-debris, but the uniformity of the breaches seemed to suggest a claw; one of them apparently targeting the cockpit.
"What could have done that? No Dire-Bird can fly that high or attack a star-vessel in flight, and those claws are bigger than any Dire-bird I've ever seen." said Daria.
Darius moved closer and checked the cockpit. No one was there. He expected to see a mangled corpse, but...nothing.
Turning around, he got his answer.
Daria was holding her. An Earthling woman. Tall by the standards of their species, a stunning 6'3; she had a blonde ponytail and light skin, and wore a skintight suit of shimmering blue, not unlike the same tone of Iridian flesh. To Darius' annoyance, Daria was holding her by the left ankle, dangling her limp body high off the ground as she examined her, as if she was an interesting bug or rock that she had found. Such was an Iridian's strength, even an Iridian woman, that the tall Earthling girl was like a toy in her hands. She kept one hand on her hip, casually and gently swaying the blond, athletic Earthling back and forth.
"Daria, you dim-sunned neophyte." said Darius, irritated. "She is an Earthling woman, not a doll for you to play with. And she might very well be injured."
"No. She's not hurt at all. I already scanned her. This little Earthling maiden is tougher than she looks. She's just sleepy."
Daria, in a display of strength that most Earthlings would find either impressive or frightfully stunning, tossed the blonde girl up in the air by her ankle, flipping her head-over heels, and then deftly caught her by the waist in her hands. She examined the slumbering survivor's face a little more closely as she twirled her aloft like a dance partner. She was unconscious enough that even this didn't wake her.
"And she's preettyyyy!" young Daria said, in a sing-song voice.
"You are just too much sometimes, sister." Darius said as he approached. He took the girl from Daria's arms, eliciting a little pout from his sister, and held her in one arm; around the waist, her legs dangling in the air as her torso leaned backwards and her blond hair flowed towards the ground. He examined her a bit more closely. The beauty of her face, her slender, athletic body. She must have been considered very attractive indeed by Earthling standards.
"It's not often I agree with you, my naive little sister. But your assessment of her beauty is accurate."
"Awww, are you in love, brother? You haven't even said a single word to her yet; are you that maiden-frenzied that you vow your heart to any girl you find in a star-vessel wreck?" Daria said, mockingly.
"You're one to talk. I saw the way you looked at her while you toyed with her. But that's a matter of distant stars, not of the suns*. The Sentinel Order obligates us to shelter any outsider who crash-lands or is stranded on our territory. That is law. And if you have read the Sentinel-Codex as diligently as I have advised you to, you'd know that applies doubly so in the case of a woman. We are expected to be chivalrous. Even our women, to the women of other species."
"Yes, my dear brother. Protect the foreign maiden beyond our suns as if she were our flesh. Buuuuuut..."
"Yes." said Darius, understanding her implication. "She is an Earthling. Possibly of Federation origins, even though that is not a Federation ship, apparently. If she is with the Federation, then she is violating the Treaty of the Sentinel-Federation-Malefactor War"
"Well, that's what the Feddies get for backing the Malefactors and trying to take our planet's resources."
"Even though they did see reason eventually and switched sides to help us. Cuff her, please."
Daria retrieved two sets of cuffs from her utility belt. Snapping one onto her dangling ankles, they were quickly bound with hard light. She took the girl's wrists and snapped another pair of cuffs onto them, with the same result.
"Sorrrry, Earthling girly. We have to find out whether you're naughty or not. And if you are..."
A small smile crossed Daria's face as she raised a hand and mimicked a swatting motion. The implication was clear.
"You think you're going to *warm her bottom, Daria? You're scarcely older than she is, yet you want to discipline her like a mother over a daughter?"
"Hey, I can be motherly if I need to." said Daria, rolling her eyes.
Choosing not to engage in the bottom-warming discourse any further, Darius lifted the Earthling up and over his shoulder, draping her over him as her bottom was hiked up beside his face and her long legs dangled down his chest, as her breasts pressed into his back. He chose this position to carry her as efficiently as possible; but she was not an altogether unpleasant burden to bear. He carried her, followed by Daria, out of the valley and back to their ironsteeds. The matter of the ship would need to be resolved later.
Samus awoke, in her bonds, floating upright in a kind of stasis chamber that kept her aloft. A cool, blue light surrounded her. Passive healing nanites. Despite Daria's insistence of her toughness, Darius figured he'd keep it safe and heal her just in case. Around her was a small room of medical instruments, and what appeared to be a floating robot with several arms and a crystal in place of it's head was examining her.
A beam emanated from the crystal, sweeping Samus up and down to no noticeable effect.
The doors slid open. In walked two aliens, azure-skinned and wearing saffron robes, one male and one female: the male long-haired with a mane of silver, and the other with a silvery pixie-cut. The girl beamed when she saw Samus was awake.
"Pardon us, foreigner-maiden. That is just an ancestor-machine, Vertex. He was simply scanning you. Is my Federation Common comprehensible to you? I am Sentinel-Errant Darius Proudblade. And this is my sister, Sentinel-Neophyte Daria Proudblade."
*Meaning, "That's aside from the point" or "that's neither here nor there."
**Iridian euphemism for spanking.
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