Legacy of the Pleiades: Legacy of the stars

By Jens Fitscher

Tarik Connar sets out on new adventures with his new companion Aruru, his old companion Wayne-Zeno Uelisch, his companion Tarja, as well as Jet'ha, the Zisslies warrior. After Connar accepts the gift of immortality from her, a new era begins for him as well. His body develops strange properties.
Wayne-Zeno Uelisch and Tarja are on the trail of their past. They are transported to a distant star kingdom. The star kingdom of Bahrein was formed by three nearby star clusters. When Zeno and Tarja materialize on the planet Soleit, they are immediately confronted with their past through so-called virtual reality rays.

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Apr 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9783966745932

Jens Fitscher

Jens Fitscher war bereits als kleiner Junge begeisterter Leser von Science-Fiction und Fantasy Büchern. Insbesondere liebte er die gängigen Taschenbücher der 70er und 80er Jahre des vorigen Jahrhunderts. Ein starkes Interesse zeigte er dabei für die Protagonisten mit außergewöhnlichen Fähigkeiten. Seine Geschichten handeln immer von starken Persönlichkeiten, die durch ungewöhnliche Umstände über sich selbst hinauswachsen und dafür mit übernatürlichen Fähigkeiten belohnt werden.

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Emotional chaos

I looked over at Tarja and had to smile involuntarily. Since her outer shell was confusingly similar to the human skin structure, she really no longer had anything robotic about her. She looked quite pretty in her new outfit.

The white and yellow jumpsuit with stand-up collar and tie belt fit skin-tight and she had the zipper open a bit too wide, so that her cleavage, which I was now consciously aware of for the first time in a long time, showed more than revealingly much skin and curves.

Perhaps a whole new perspective will emerge. This Chron bastion here aboard the universe ship has already saved our lives once. It's quite possible that it's much more accessible than the stations we already know. I just need to learn more about the Kriib'ist people, who Aruru says are the builders of the stations. I think that would be in Tarik's mind as well.

I walked slowly towards Tarja and stopped close in front of her, unable to take my eyes from her deep eyes.

Why are you looking at me so strangely? That wasn't really a criticism, it was just meant as a comment.

Tarja misinterpreted my expression. When I abruptly took her in my arms and tried to kiss her, she fought me off with both hands.

What's gotten into you?

I almost can't remember the last time we kissed. Why are you so brittle?

Zeno, you're crazy. Both our bodies are made of metal, or at least a similar alien alloy. You don't want me to believe that you get a longing to kiss a robot!

Now I was a little irritated after all.

What do my feelings have to do with your appearance?

Of course, I was already aware that her exposed cleavage and tight clothing aroused certain feelings in me.

We hadn't really gotten closer since the physical transformation, let alone physical caresses.

Why not? Do you have to be the flesh and blood to have feelings? Look at yourself in the mirror. You almost can't tell us apart from normal people since we changed our outward appearance. The shiny silver, metallic-looking body has become a human likeness. Not only does our skin color resemble that of a human to the smallest detail, but our bodies are also as lithe as those of flesh-and-blood people.

Tarja noticed my glance at her breasts. Immediately she pulled up the zipper of the jumpsuit so far that no skin was visible.

Let's concentrate on the Chron Bastion. There are still many unanswered questions, and of course I'm also very interested in finding out if there can be no reversion of our bodies, she attempted to resume the original theme.

However, she could not prevent her gaze from being directed, albeit briefly, at my lower body.

My pants were also very tight, and she must have been overly aware of some arousal on my part.

But that could not exist at all according to her imagination, after all our bodies were made of metal! Quickly she turned around and turned to the bulkhead.

I followed her with mixed feelings. My artificial body had undergone a change, I could feel that clearly.

My physical desire for Tarja was growing by the hour and I didn't know where the journey was going at all. After all, she was right in principle, of course; we were half robots.

The ground shook and shook like a wounded predator. I could only keep myself on my feet with difficulty. Tarja was also completely surprised by the vibrations that began. The vibrations became stronger and stronger. What was at first a low rumble became a loud thunderous boom in no time. Real explosion noises tortured our auditory nerves. Even inside the Chron-Bastion Urschanabi it was so loud that we could no longer understand our own words. The universe ship, in which we were, must be under very strong fire. Suddenly Tarja got a push and fell directly into my arms.

Not so stormy, I tried to joke and held her tightly against me, which didn't seem to go down well with her at all. She immediately broke free from my embrace again.

Urshanabi, what's going on here?

Again there was a heavy push, but this time she was prepared for it. With a quick shift of her weight, she kept herself on her feet.

The universe ship is under a steadily increasing bombardment. The protective fields are already at 65 percent. Aruru would do well to leave this system immediately. The main attack is from the planet's surface with a myriad of different types of beams. The shield projectors are overwhelmed!

Tarja now looked at me for help. Events were beginning to rush in. We didn't know what was really going on in this solar system.

However, one thing had been clear from the beginning, they were hostile to us.

Why hadn't Tarik insisted on leaving this system immediately?

I was about to seek him out when the bastion reported again: I have received a request for help from the Chron bastion Tilmun. However, it has not been verified. The contact broke off immediately after the first guiding pulse. This Chron bastion is located very far from here, at the computational edge of this universe, in the star empire of Bahrein. The realm is formed by three close star clusters. Unfortunately, I do not have further data. I could establish a bridge connection with the help of dark matter. Unfortunately, this connection is not stable and can break down at any time. You must therefore decide immediately whether you want to go this way!

You want us to just get out of here?

I was frankly more than taken aback. Extremely loud explosion sounds shook the room.

The surface structure of the universe ship was destroyed over an area of 230 square kilometers. Punctual failure of the protective fields. My energy reserves are running low, and I can't get supplies. Decide immediately, I can no longer guarantee your safety. This violates my basic directives.

The Chron-Bastion Urschanabi was in a dilemma, I could see that clearly from their statement.

Their program structure did not allow their charges, namely Tarja and I, to be exposed to danger. At the same time, however, their free will to make decisions was also to be respected.

Zeno, we can't just entrust ourselves to this machine. Who knows where it will take us!

Tarja grabbed me by the shoulder with both arms.

To the end of the universe, you heard me, I replied sarcastically, convulsively trying to find a way out in my mind. Final decision initiated, destruction of the universe ship is imminent, we suddenly heard the telepathic voice of Chron Bastion, when it suddenly went dark around us and I lost consciousness. 

Chron bastion Tilmun

I had a headache. How was that possible? In our artificial bodies, there had never been anything like pain again.

I opened my eyes. There was a semi-darkness that limited my field of vision considerably.

I could not see further than a few meters. The ground seemed to be made of rough rock, at least that's what my sensory impressions told me.

Tarja, where are you?

I carefully felt over the hard ground and then, simultaneously I saw her silhouette and felt her body.

She did not answer. I was wondering why my artificial eyes hadn't switched to residual light amplification when Tarja came to. She gave a short groan, and I couldn't help thinking of my own headache.

You seem to be feeling the same way I am. I have a bad headache, too.

Why is it so dark all of a sudden?

She straightened up slowly, holding her head.

I don't know. The only thing I can say with certainty, we are no longer inside the Chron bastion Urschanabi, and therefore probably not on the universe ship.

Suddenly, the surroundings brightened. A multitude of sunbeams pierced through the now visible stone arched cutouts in the wall, which looked like windows without panes.

Tarja stood up, spun around once, and walked the few feet toward the wall cutouts.

I had little interest in the immediate surroundings at that moment, but only admired the suppleness of her body.

Especially from behind, the sleeveless jumpsuit with its classic wrap-around neckline and side pockets looked very attractive.

The zipper at the back extended to the buttocks and stood four-fifths open.

The highly visible tanned skin underneath made my feelings for her come alive.

Hadn't the jumpsuit she was wearing been orange? Thoughtfully, I now rose as well and slowly walked toward Tarja, who had leaned over the brick parapet and was gazing down as if fascinated.

I carefully grasped her hips with both hands from behind through the open, gold-colored overall.

In doing so, I noticed with amazement that my shirt was an orange color.

Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? Her jumpsuit orange and my shirt yellow?

I only briefly felt the warmth of her body under my bare skin when she already tore herself away from me while turning around.

Don't do that! I've already reprimanded you once. You'd better take a look at the goings-on down there.

Only now did I have a view of the surroundings. We were apparently in a medieval castle.

We were staying in the highest tower room, and the view was appropriately expansive. I could make out the breast weir about ten meters below, a protective wall projecting outward as a battlement, which continued to the left out of my field of vision, coming from the right.

Not there, just look down!

Tarja had stepped next to me and pushed her upper body further over the wide, brick parapet to better look down.

I did the same and at first did not believe what I saw.

Down there, men and women in different colored, tunic-like robes were cavorting.

They were clearly humanoids, I could see that clearly, for the women were not wearing any outer clothing. 

What are they doing?

Tarja was as puzzled as I was.

They're playing chase," I blurted out. She looked at me questioningly.

A childhood game from my youth, I added to my cheeky answer, trying to make sense of what they were doing.

I didn't believe, of course, that they were reenacting an old children's game from Earth.

We won't know from up here. Let's jump down!

Tarja climbed onto the parapet.

No, are you crazy. That's at least ten meters. I rushed toward her and yanked her off the stone parapet, which was about a meter high.

We both landed on the hard stone floor.

I don't know why I had pulled her down; after all, our bodies were high-tech machines and could have withstood even a fifty-meter jump.

Ouch, you ruffian. Now I'm getting bruises because of you, too!

Tarja looked irritated into my eyes.

What am I saying. I can't get bruises at all, just as I can't feel pain anymore.

What do you think you would have felt if you had jumped down the ten meters?

I was still holding her by both arms, and we were both even more confused than before.

We possessed robotic bodies, transformed by soulless alien technology.

I squeezed her left arm a little tighter and immediately I heard her cry out loudly.

Ouch, don't do that.

I looked at her speechless. Before she could say anything, I pulled the zipper on her neckline all the way down with one tug. Her breasts fell towards me like ripe fruit.

They were breasts of flesh and blood; I saw that even without touching them.

Nevertheless, I helped myself and Tarja even let me. She seemed as stunned at that moment as I was.

This is not a metallic alloy; I can feel it!

I stroked my right hand up her neck to her mouth. Tarja looked frozen and didn't say a word.

Then she bit my finger. My awakened feelings were wiped away and the pain brought tears to my eyes.

I reflexively withdrew my hand and watched in disbelief the small trickle of blood coming out of the bite wound. Tarja also seemed to have only now realized the full implications.

But that really didn't have to be the case. There were plenty of other ways to find out that we have our old flesh and blood bodies again, I said, putting the bleeding finger in my mouth.

I don't believe it!

She pulled the finger back out of my mouth and examined it, turning it several times in all directions, her eyes widening.

I, on the other hand, couldn't take my eyes off her breasts, which were rising and falling elegantly as she took deep breaths.

I carefully slid my other hand under her right breast and enjoyed the up, -and down of her movement.

I have my Tarja back, it flashed through my mind. She also seemed to think similarly because we kissed very intensely.

The first time ever, after the transformation of our bodies.

I miss you, she breathed into my ear.

The feelings pent up in me suddenly took over. I sought eye contact with her.

I looked into two deep lakes and could see her longing and mine in them.

We were still holding each other. So much had happened.

We thought we had lost each other; had given up on each other, our feelings, our love. Was it really love?

An irrepressible feeling suddenly overcame me. It was more! In her eyes I saw her soul, something I had not really perceived in her high-tech robot body.

I felt the warmth of her body and felt her hands on my upper body as they began to open the shirt.

Tarja felt like me; now again. I couldn't believe my luck. Our clothes were scattered on the floor in no time.

Even Tarja's sandals with the leather-covered 95mm block heel flew off in a high arc as she lunged at me.

It was almost like the first time, only this time the floor we were on was a little rougher. My hands were just clutching her buttocks when something happened that completely threw me off at first.

Tarja groaned. The sound of her voice came from the left. Just a moment ago we were lying close together, body to body in anticipation of our intimate togetherness, suddenly we were separated.

I could not believe it.

I stood motionless next to Tarja. Completely unsettled, I looked down at the sleeveless orange jumpsuit she was wearing again.

I, too, was wearing clothes, and it got worse. Our bodies were high-tech machines again.

I thought I could feel my heart racing. Tarja slowly approached me. I will probably not soon forget the look she gave me at that moment.

Close in front of me she stopped, then lowered her head.

Was I dreaming? Zeno, that wasn't a dream, was it? You were so real and so close!

I took her hands in mine and replied, It was our dream. I felt and experienced the same thing. I don't know who is playing with us and our feelings here, but I'm going to find out.

I lifted her head and gently pulled her towards me. When I tried to touch her lips with mine, she pulled away from me.

Where are we?

In the place where we were, the color white dominated. In the middle of the room, which was about forty square meters, there was a round pedestal that looked familiar.

My guess is a Chron bastion. You remember the information Urshanabi told us just before we passed out?

Not exactly anymore. It was, I think, about a received request for help from another Chron bastion!

Tarja was now walking slowly toward the clearly visible pedestal.

Chron-Bastion TILMUN was the designation! I spoke a little louder, as she was now about ten meters away from me, when a strange voice resounded in my mind, which could also be heard loudly from the walls at the same time. 

Virtual Reality

I greet visitors with the print. You are welcome!

What's going on here? Why are we being suggestively influenced?

Tarja's questions literally burst out of her.

The influencing is not subject to my decision-making. The VR radiation is equally affecting my hadronic control routines. Accordingly, a request for help went out to all Chron bastions.

So you are the Chron-Bastion TILMUN, and you are in trouble, Zeno interrupted the beginning dispute between her and Tarja.

Tarja was still far too emotionally upset to ask factual questions.

Correct. For exactly 21.53-time units, the Estral continent of the planet Soleit, where I am located, has been afflicted by an unknown radiation. So far, I have not been able to find out the exact origin nor the type of radiation. Especially since this type of radiation is affecting part of my sub internal as well. 

So we were abducted into a virtual world when we arrived.

It was more of a statement than a question. Tarja became curious.

I saw another life form. Can you tell me more about it?

Negative. Access to the VR world is not available to me. The program could not be verified by me.

Surely it must be possible to find out the point of origin of the radiation by vector determination. After all, is this planet so heavily technologized that it could interfere with the infrastructure?

Zeno simply could not believe that such advanced technology as that of Chron Bastion was incapable of determining the origin of a radiation.

Soleit is uninhabited. The fifteen landmasses consist mainly of steppe-like areas and karst landscapes.

Zeno looked up in amazement and gazed directly at Tarja's bare breasts. He clutched her buttocks with both hands as she sat on top of him.

Tarja's emitted a muffled sound and immediately stopped with the rhythmic movements. The situation was no longer real.

Both didn't know what to do at the first moment. The virtual reality had more than a seductive effect on them. They enjoyed seeing and feeling themselves in their human bodies.

Zeno dreamily stroked her belly with one hand and smiled as nerves reflexively contracted there. Tarja did not dare to move nor to say anything.

With a questioning look she looked at Zeno.

It's our life together and we should enjoy it when we get the chance!

He was far too much of a man to react otherwise. But Tarja also seemed to welcome feeling her old body at that moment, even if it was only present in a virtual, fictional world.

Slowly, she began the rhythmic movements again. Zeno enjoyed the increasing pressure in his loins. This was Tarja, his barbarian wife.

The scream came from below the castle wall. The tumult of emotions between the two of them had just died down.

Tarja was already standing again and was just zipping up the front of her jumpsuit, while Zeno was still lying where they had made love, watching her with a smile.

Suddenly he jumped up and rushed towards the parapet.

Tarja also ignored the overalls still half open at the back and looked down over the wall. What we saw was nothing.

Where there had been dozens of locals last time, there was now yawning emptiness.

Where did the scream come from?

I don't know. Somewhere from there, Tarja pointed to the left. Zeno nodded.

Let's go downstairs and have a look. I want to finally learn more about this animated world. Maybe there will be a connection to reality.

Zeno let Tarja go first and looked smiling at the still open back closure of her jumpsuit, which allowed the view down to the butt approach.

Over old, overgrown stone steps they reached the forecourt of the castle. The scream seemed to have come from there.

However, it was completely deserted. On various wall edges and cornices, however, stood metallic shimmering plates and pot-like containers filled with all kinds of fruit. In some cases, they lay scattered on the floor.

This looks like an uncontrolled escape here. Would like to know what could have happened here!

The only way out of here, if you exclude the upward access we just came from, is over there.

Tarja pointed across the wide atrium to the almost exact opposite side.

I let her go ahead and feasted my eyes on the still-open jumpsuit.

So I just trudged along behind her without taking a closer look at the immediate area. It was only a fictitious world anyway. Tarja, on the other hand, was real.

Except for the body, a thought suddenly stabbed through my head.

Curses! I abruptly walked a little faster and when I was right next to her, I put my arm around her waist as if by accident.

She just smiled at me without pushing me away.

Virtual reality really does have its good sides, I thought just as she stopped abruptly.

A small grove opened in front of us, almost seamlessly joining the end of the castle wall.

We were on an offshore plateau that stretched like a hill over half the area to the horizon.

A multitude of similar structures, like the castle we were on, could be seen in the near and far vicinity. Some of the buildings looked like small, baroque castles.

Mighty gables and facades with wide rows of windows could be seen, and decorated portals formed the entrances.

Look at the colorful hustle and bustle!

Tarja snapped me out of my contemplation, and I turned my attention to the immediate surroundings.

Middle-aged men and women, some bare-chested, seemed to be enjoying themselves at a festival.

There was no music to be heard, but many female creatures were dancing around with swaying hips and mostly also with bouncing breasts. As if by chance, my hand slipped from Tarja's waist down her open jumpsuit to her bottom.

She showed no movement, which surprised me at first, but then left me with a good feeling.

Let's join the party! There's something to drink there!

I pointed to several wooden barrels lined up against a brick wall. There were also wooden tables and benches there.

Loud shouts among the dancing women and hand clapping drew our attention to the right. There we saw men with musical instruments coming up a small path. They were immediately taken up by the young women and began to play.

Now I'm starting to enjoy it! I pulled Tarja along with me.

Absorber field has been initialized. Chron Bastion is protected!

Zeno and Tarja looked at each other in irritation. They had just returned from the VR world. In their minds, they were just walking hand in hand toward the musicians.

The source of the radiation could also be located. Guests with the print are requested to pay a visit to this location. Your print is being adjusted accordingly as we speak, so that no new VR manipulation can occur even outside the Chron Bastion.

I don't like this at all!"

Tarja stood motionless and Zeno also took a while to adjust to