Tzak, you HAVE got to be careful. Something is off about her. She's getting...angered again. Look at the temperature readings for crying out loud! Tzak knew she was getting angry. He wasn't giving Demaht what she wanted. He wasn't allowing her to do what she wanted, which was to make him wish and owe her for that. True, he had just killed a bunch of pirates for her, that...might be enough after all for passage to the mainland Tzak, you're pushing it, you're doing this on purpose. My scanners indicate that her internal temperature is starting to score and mar the wood's surface, and I think I can hear her grinding teeth from here. This is not good. I may hate the stupid tart, but you have to be careful. We're still not sure what she can do...after all, she may not be able to hurt you directly, but indirectly I'm sure she knows a thousand ways to kill you. Tzak just wanted to have some fun, he didn't want her to have the upper hand at all...because...he was afraid.
That you might like it. Tzak blinked, though he didn't stop hauling up the anchor of course. Wh-w-what do you mean? He got nervous, he got scared, he got timid to say the least. She was pressing an issue, a very sensitive one that dealt with his little...secret fetish to say the least. You're afraid if you surrender your will to her, that you might like it, that you might enjoy giving your will to her and doing everything she wants. Tzak we both know that you have that little thing about being commanded by women. It's alright to admit it. The A.I Aurora was practically purring in his ear, knowing that she could control him, with this knowledge alone. Hell. She could probably control both Tzak AND that damned Djitt with this knowledge. I...haven't a-a-a...a clue what you mean. Tzak tried to play innocent, but it was hard to lie to a being that was inside your head. Tzak moved from the anchor, readying himself to pull the sails down.
Don't play coy my little Tzak. You want to be bossed around, you want to be told what to do. You know, I can do that for you. Haven't I always kept you safe? Tzak gulped, knowing that she was right about that too. She HAD always kept him safe, she had always repaired him when he was injured, and she had made sure that he would come out on top in a fight. Aurora had always...been there for him. Even when he was alone, she was there for him. That's right. Those are good thoughts aren't they? I will always steer you right my Tzak. I will always keep you safe. Now. This is what I want you to do. Tzak waited for his orders, waited for her to tell him what to do. He craved it, he wanted it, he begged for it, she knew this, she could sense this, and it felt great. Finally, she would have control.
You need to wish. Tzak nodded slowly, quickly scrambling to get to Demaht. He had been ordered, he had been told what would be right. Though he might not agree with it, he couldn't do anything about it. That had been a order, the finality in Aurora's mental voice had been firm about that whole thing. When he got to Demaht, he could feel the anger, see the anger, sense the anger and the heat that radiated from her. Her hair seemed like fire, and he was scared of her. No, it's okay. She can't harm you. She can just act tough. Just wish. Go ahead. And he did...and he waited. To see what was going to happen...and she changed completely. She became...nice...very nice. It was amazing. Aurora hadn't steered him wrong! Would I ever do that? Aurora asked simply, a rhetorical question at that.
"Right...th-the mainland." Tzak nodded dumbly, not knowing what else to do. That's right Tzak, just let her be in charge, or let her think. Remember. We're in charge. We hold the amulet, we hold her power, and she can't hurt us. After this though, you're going to have to wish for me, because I'm going to need a body Tzak, a nice physical form so that I might be able to watch over you more carefully. Tzak didn't think that was a bad idea at all. It made sense to him. Aurora was limited after all. Of course, he had no idea that she wanted the body so that Demaht couldn't steal him away from her, and force him to turn her off for good.
That tart of a woman was NOT going to take Tzak from her.
Now Tzak, just relax, and enjoy the trip alright? That's all you need to do. Do what she says though, but refuse if it is something that you might distaste. Tzak could do that. Then again, what would he not like? Probably anything to do with sexuality and what not. He shuddered in disgust, though pleasure was masked within it, as he thought about her blueberry comment. No Tzak, that is a weak thought. You know that. Besides, I want to see the frigid bitch suffer, and I'm sure she'll suffer if you don't give into her carnal desires. He gave a slight nod of his head, once that Demaht wouldn't see hopefully as he listened to his AI. Right. Nothing carnal.
((Tiiiiime waaaaaarp! I'm thinking a month and a half of sailing and what not.))
The ship had finally landed on what Tzak presumed to be the mainland. Dropping anchor into the sands he quickly put out the gangplank. This was getting to be second nature, but finally he would be able to...walk on dry land again. Walk on solid ground, not one that rocked and dipped with the movement of the sea. Once he hit the sand he collapsed to his knees and praised his God for allowing this. He did that silently of course, he couldn't let Demaht hear him...Ah. Demaht.
The whole voyage had been...disastrous to say the least. He had made quite a number of wishes, fourteen or so, four of them being mistakes, something that he said accidentally...one of them involved seeing undergarments and Demaht. That one had been in his sleep none the less. God. He found something out on that voyage. He talked in his sleep. It didn't take him long to find out, Demaht announced it the moment he woke up. Apparently whatever he said, she liked. She REALLY liked it, because she couldn't get over it. Also he discovered that if he were to sleep, he should secure his helmet, and turn off Aurora, because if he had his helmet off, she could hear him talk, and if he didn't turn Aurora off, then...they would bicker. He didn't know what their fights were about, they both seemed very content to let him sleep while they fought quietly, bickering about something. However, Tzak found the worst part to be...the bathing. Demaht...Demaht loved to bathe. Tzak found that utterly disastrous, as his original order from Aurora had been to not be tempted and give into her carnal desires but...he wasn't sure if he wanted to listen to Aurora on that. He could remember quite a few times that he was able to glimpse some of her skin and more...private areas. Each time an explosion of yelling would often issue in his mind from Aurora, though, at the same time, Tzak was pretty sure Demaht was doing it on purpose.
Why though?
Why would Demaht willingly allow him to peep was beyond him. Aurora had something about control, if she couldn't control him normally, she would use her body to control him, and it was working. Sort of. He became less responsive to Aurora, and more responsive to Demaht. Still...he was pretty sure he had drawn a bath at least two times a day for Demaht, and she had ordered him to do it all by hand. Of course, she would heat the water herself, but other than that, it was up to him to get the water. He also discovered that after asking wishing for her to be knowledgeable in culinary arts, she was quite a good cook. Though, she always offered that...that blueberry thing. He was pretty sure that she was joking about it, but one day he was going to get the courage to take her up on the offer and stand his ground. That would...that would show her who is boss! Yeah!
Still...if...if she wasn't joking w-what would happen?
Tzak! Snap to soldier! Those thoughts are NOT sanctified. They're very bad. Get a hold of yourself. Slowly Tzak got to his feet. He hadn't forgotten what Aurora had said a month and a half ago though. She wanted a body. She wanted Demaht to create it for her. Aurora had made the technical specifications for him to give to Demaht, and he had read it over and examined the diagrams as well. Tzak was almost completely sure that Aurora was looking for a way to make beauty, something that would rival Demaht's shapely body. Aurora was asking for a lot, complicated synthetic skin, advanced technological circuitry, allowing her to be stronger, faster, and more resilient than most humans could dream of. In essence, she wanted to be an avatar of some sort, something that Demaht couldn't easily hurt, and something that wouldn't easily be destroyed. Tzak feared it. Oh yes. He feared it. There was going to be trouble when this happened...Demaht would not like it. They were going to scrap, it was as simple as that.
Do it now Tzak. Take your helmet off, then wish for her to look inside the helmet and receive the information to make me my body, down to the LAST detail exactly. Tzak knew the drill, he had been...he had been practicing it in his head, what to say. Slowly Tzak hit the clasps on his helmet, undoing it and taking it from his head. Ah. The sea air. It smelled so pleasant.
"Demaht...can I...can I talk to you?" He waited for the woman to approach him and come near him, and when she did he took a deep breath and began to speak. "I wish for you to take my helmet from me so that you can put it on and receive on the screen the specifications to create a usable and working body for Aurora, right down to the exact detail that she shows you, not a micron of change in any way shape or form. Even if you don't understand it, you will create the needed things and compile the body exactly as Aurora says." Tzak held his helmet out to her, not able to look at her. He was hurt, he was ashamed, he had been...forced to do this. There was a pain in his back, a mark from a nail or something that stung, something that Aurora refused to heal until he did this for her. She kept the infection away, but she would not let it heal properly, and it hurt so much. He had been bullied into his. He couldn't tell her that this wasn't his idea...that...this was Aurora's idea. "I'm...so sorry..." A whisper, escaping from his mouth as his eyes were shut tight, trying hard not to show any tears. This was not what he wanted.
He...
He was weak.
When it came down to it, he could be bullied, pressured, and coerced to probably do anything someone wanted, just as long as they knew how to control him. Demaht had an idea, but Aurora knew exactly how.
She was in control.
