Wanderer Ch 35: Sisters Revenge, The Man With All The Answers!

(Eclipsa) 

Eclipsa floated amidst the wreckage like a cosmic storm goddess reborn, her body still glowing faintly from the residual energy of her release. The tiny black ships that buzzed around her like angry insects barely reached the size of her fingernail, and to her, they looked utterly ridiculous.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," she said with a smirk, her voice vibrating through the void like the opening chords of an apocalypse.

Her eyes began to glow a deep, wicked crimson, casting a hellish light across her already fearsome face. With a playful flick of her wrist, she reached out and flicked one of the ships between her fingers. It crumpled like tinfoil before bursting into a silent explosion. The debris hadn't even finished scattering before she snatched another, this time bringing it toward her mouth.

"Mmm. Crunchy," she said as she bit down with a grin, metal and energy vanishing behind her fanged smile.

The ships, clearly not expecting their enemy to eat them, tried to scatter. Eclipsa laughed—loud and amused—and chased them with gleeful swipes, grabbing clusters of the fleeing vessels between her fingers and casually crushing them like stale crackers. Each time her fingertips met resistance, a burst of light flashed across the starscape, another tiny fleet turned to dust.

She could feel her heart beating faster as these little mites flew around her, her cheeks flushed as she tore at her clothes ripping them off and allowing them to become nothing but sparks as they floated off into space. 

Eclipsa licked her lips as she looked out at her microscopic toys that continued to attack her body, their harmless attack explaining against her stomach. 

"That's not the place you should be aiming." Eclipsa laughs as she looked at the explosive lights. "You should aim here." She said stroking her nipples, "or here." She said as she stroked her clitoris, moaning with pleasure as she did so. 

Eclipsa couldn't help but admire her massive body, she had always been a marvel, a force of nature, but it wasn't everyday that she truly got to compare herself to such feeble creatures that would be willing to attack her. These little mites weren't worthy of her time, how could they be when her nipples where bigger than they where, even if her coochie where to swallow dozens of this useless fleet she would hardly feel anything, and yet Eclipsa still licked her lips, she would have to give it a try, after all this little things dared to disrespect her and her little sister, they would need to be punished. 

Eclipsa opened her legs wide, her feet slammed into near by moons as they extended out towards the void, and yet the Wanderer barely felt a thing as she grabbed as many mites as she could, being as gentle as she could so they wouldn't break, and gently placing them against the walls of her vagina, which was big enough to swallow a planet. 

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(Thalassa)

I watched Eclipsa go to town on the poor little ships, her crimson eyes glowing like blood-red stars. The way she flicked them, chewed on them, and toyed with them like a bored cat with a room full of laser pointers—it was all so very her, giving into her lustful urges. I couldn't help but shake my head with a sigh. There'd been times I'd had my own... let's say fun with mites before, sure. They squirm, they scream, they flatter you until they burst. But now wasn't the time.

No, I had something else on my mind. Someone else.

The little mite. The one I had gone through all this trouble to capture. The one who might just hold the answers we'd been searching for since the stars were still cooling. I needed to find him—had to. Something deep in my bones told me he was more than just another curious bug with a death wish. He was a key. Maybe the key.

"It would seem that I wasn't needed after all," came a cool voice behind me.

I turned—and there she was. Eris. Floating just behind my shoulder like a shadow that had remembered how to smile.

A grin broke across my face. "Guess you weren't," I said, wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug. "But I'm still glad you came."

Eris didn't really do warm and fuzzy, but she hugged me back all the same, her presence like a swirling current of calm and chaos all at once.

"What even happened?" she asked, leaning back with one brow raised. "You and Eclipsa disappearing like that? I was halfway through a sunbath."

I rolled my eyes. "It's a long story. We were tracking a mortal—a clever one. Or so we thought. Turns out he wasn't just clever. He was prepared. Caught us both. Had this whole setup. Machines that sapped our power, ships that wrapped us up like presents..."

"Let me guess," Eris interrupted, arms crossed. "Mad scientist with delusions of grandeur?"

"Bingo," I said, pointing a finger at her. "He wanted to use our energy. Harness it. Turn us into cosmic batteries or something. But that's not the strange part."

Eris raised an eyebrow. "There's more?"

"Always," I said, letting out a breath. "This mortal—the one I captured—he might know something. About us. About where we came from."

Eris blinked. "You think this one little microbe could house the secrets of our origins?"

I nodded, more serious now. "Yes. I think he does."

And if I had to tear through a thousand more ships and madmen to get to him, I would.