The CHornicles of Durjaya Act 2 18+

this is nothing close to porn so don’t expect anything super sexy to happen. the warning is here to let you know that it is only mild sexual refernces, and nothing else.

I shadowmann am very proud to present

THE CHRONICLES OF DURJAYA CHATPER 1 ACT 2.

Disclaimer:

i don’t own tenchi muyo, if i did OVA 3 would have been good. I denfinitly don’t own the idea of the shivan race, nor the jurain or the ryoan.

the ryoan race was created by EvilPii of deviantart.com

Permission to use the race has been granted, otherwise i would be using the vasudans.

I DO own the rights to my form of shivan society, culture, technology(that isn’t explained by Violition), supspace drives, abilitys and idea of monarchy.

i do not own the rights to freespace the great war or freespace 2.

first i would really like to thank EvilPii for his fanfictional works on deaviant art, they are wonderful and inventive, allowing me to use his race is truly a kind act, as it has taken me 12+ years to dream up the shivans.

also to my friend For Wahuu, for the helpful constructive critisim adn helpful ideas.

The Chronicles of Durjaya

Chapter 1

Act 2

The silent void of space, a fullness of nothingness. Darkness dominates, but light can still reside. There placed in the former Cappela system, floats an immense gas cloud. It’s dense fog sparkles in deep red, blues, and purple; energy discharges in massive pillars of silent lightning nearly engulfing vision. Contrasting amidst the nebula two sets of triplets rotate in opposite directions of each other. The massive conduits of the subspace portal loom in the distance, silhouetting against the hull of a seemingly wooden cruiser. It’s top outer layer is covered in branches producing a small canopy. Protruding along the left and right sides of the hull are 6 light anti-fighter pulse turrets, 2 front and rear point defense turrets, and 4 shield generator domes. At the ship’s bow are 3 ovular opals rotating along a tight axis; the primary ship–to-ship pulse cannon is housed inside the massive stones. Inside the dark hallways of the vessel, scores of plasma burns mar the walls and ceilings. The corpse of a Jurain officer comes into view his skull stained a permanent black, left unrecognizable by a direct headshot. The officer tag reads:

“Jethro ‘Evilpii’ Jenkins”

“Captain Of The PJN Esylum 7th Battle group”

// PJN = Parliamentary Jurian Navy \

The body is slumped against a door marked “maintenance shaft to command bridge”. The doorway parts in two as a figure sprints down the hallway. A burst of sound exits the doorway, only a split second after the energy pulse that proceeds it. The figure now remains in a crumpled posture his face a mixture of pain and terror as he clutches at his thigh. The sound of metal against soles announces a second figure, his boots brush aside the former leg before coming to a stop at the sniveling man’s side. The incapacitated Jurian reaches for his waist jabbing his fingers into his belt. A solid white flash obscures sight for a moment, fading into a shimmering wall of force. The illumination briefly lights the standing figures face, revealing bowl cut brown hair and tiny wiry eyebrows. The Jurain stands relatively short at 5’ 3”, he is dressed in an officers uniform. The identification tag reads: Jethro Jenkins captain of the Eslyum 7th battle group. The crippled man begins to smile.

“You.. you can’t fool me! I know…I know you aren’t our captain…. Jethro was much shorter than you!!!”

The captain frowns, “And here I was thinking you had more brains than that.” He said.

The officer casually reaches for his waist, unholstering a bulky metallic object.

“All you Jurains are just to trusting of each other. None of you ever second guessed the reassignment of more than half of the Esylum’s personnel on the dawn of a highly secretive mission?” mocked the captain preparing to execute the downed man. Sudden realization crosses the Jurains face

“RY..RYOAN SCUM!!! How dare you engage a unarm- GLEGHG!”

The Jurain’s voice pitches into a gurgle as the half inch diameter projectile shatters his personal anti-radiation shielding then proceeds to bore into his lower jaw. The captain hesitates a moment before killing the handicap.

“Not to mention annoying” he says.

The captain seems to shift in place, ignoring the laws of physics. His form fades revealing a tall cat-like terran, purple eyes seem to be distant as if thinking of other things. The Ryoan stands roughly 5’9” with long tan hair that flows to her waist, her ears jut out from her tan mane and end with rounded square tips. The feline eyes look to the floor, picking up the ejected casing as she re-holsters the primitive weapon in a smooth motion. Striding back through the doorway the regal woman puts a hand on her hip.

The bridge is surprisingly small, built to accommodate 10 personnel; the bridge has only one object of comfort. The captain’s chair is made entirely of wood; its fashion and style seem to have been rushed halfway through production. The other stations have only a wooden backing their seats and legs polished steel. Each station occupies only a small amount of room; granting its user a keypad and a visual projector. The captain’s chair is no exception; its larger keypad is split into each of the luxurious seat’s arms. The walls of the bridge are nothing but reflective steel polished to near reflection. The ryoan woman walks alongside the captain’s chair, gliding her index finger in-between the keys and onto the knee of a Ryoan.//to my readers: the last sentence has some hinting in it CAN YOU GUESS WHAT IT IS?\ The male would have stood 6’ 3” if he was standing, his hair gleams a bright cyan his face is soft, almost like a newborn’s contradicted only by his sharp yellow eyes and muscular arms. Upon touching the male the officer grins as he panics and attempts to stand. The female deftly pins the male, placing her knee into his groin and pushing against his chest with her hand.

“In order to lead you must first harness power. Leading without it is just begging for a court marshal.” says the officer.

The male stammers a response “Le-Leutenant Nanabi!! I-I was just-“

his words are interrupted by Nanabi as she shifts her knee deeper and places her hand behind his neck.

“Do tell me ensign, are you willing to risk a court marshal?” says Nanabi seductively bringing he face closer to his, granting him a taste….. //AS HE RIPS OFF HER HEAD WITH A SINGLE MASSIVE BITE BLODD EVERYWERE!!!!! I had to do it.\

The twin doors behind the captain’s chair slide open as the lieutenant grips the back of the ensigns uniform and somersaults him over her shoulder with ease. Three Ryoan‘s stride through the doorway, weapons on target, who is jammed headfirst between a chair and a key pedestal. Nanabi seats herself and holds a fist in the air

“Hold fire” she says dully.

The other three lower their weapons their faces beginning to lighten at the sight of the rookie’s predicament. As the three approach the scene it becomes apparent that two of the three are women, the male speaks first.

“so I was right he does have a nice ass” he says with a lisp//yes he is a homosexual\

His hair is quiet short for a Ryoan just enough to touch his eyebrows. His face has a strange powdered look; pink cover up highlights his cheeks. He raises his hands to his cheeks as he shakes his head form side to side.

“I’m so glad we were drafted a man this time!”

The lieutenant sits forward as the ensign breaks free.

“You get three chances to make it in RSOF//Ryoan special operations forces\ ensign. I think you should use some caution you only have one strike left.” She says

The rookie looks up from form his kneeling positions

“Two strikes ma’am?” the ensign asks.

Nanabi reaches over the side of the chair and retrives a rifle without looking.

“One strike for breaking the chair of command.” She says as the ensign cringes at the rifle.

“Two for abandoning your weapon” Nanabi states, hurling the weapon at the ensign.

Another one of the females steps into view, she is considerably shorter than the others at 5’2” she has Two large fox ears, each with white tips and yellow fur, green eyes and slits for corneas; nine tails also jut from her lower back, each colored gold with white tips.

“You should call yourself lucky kid, you got so lucky treatment from the lieutenant” says the child. “she took you under her wing on your first mission!”

“if a team cannot function with every part, it isn’t a team at all, you learned that after your fourth try Tamamo.” Says Nanabi.

“I was only rejected because of my age, my skills were far superior to the garbage for competition.”Tamamo boasts brushing aside her golden hair.

“I just hate how he is so stupid, I mean how did you even qualify for RSOF?” Tamamo says changing the subject.

The third finally enters view, she stand the tallest at 6’ 8” her hair is also the longest stretching down to her buttox. The silver strands sway as the woman bends to speak.

“All crew members have been found and neutralized, all systems have been check, including the experimental subspace drive. We have also learned the prototypes origin, as was expected the Jurain royal academy; So far only one has been produced. I was also able to procure a copy of the original plans from the academy’s data banks, although there was much more resistance than expected, the security protocols were eventually overwhelmed. I took precautions to destroy a many of the original plans as I could find, but if they posses a physical blueprint….” The lieutenant nods and takes the disk.

“Excellent work Tatyana! All that is left to do is upload forgery in their stead, the longer we keep the jurains from this the bett—“ Nanabi says before being cut off.

“What do you mean I’M not qualified!?” Shouted the Ensign at the gold haired girl. “I’m still having problems telling your front from your back!!”

The shorter Ryoan’s face begins to tighten and redden.

“I’ll Show you whos not developed!!!” the tails behind the girl whip into fury and shoot towards the ensign.

“ENOUGH!” the lieutenant shouts “man the stations, we still a job to do.”

“the reconnaissance fighters?” the ensign begins to say

“We will deal with them soon enough.” Nanabi says as two blips appear on the ships radar….

THE END OF CHAPTER 1 ACT 2.

i am quiet tired and i think ill add the picture link tommorrow..

ENJOY!

as usaul critisism is welcome good or bad!