fragments from "Moongirls Assault the Prison Planet of X2b"
Luna's chem-alien suit glowed faintly blue against the black, star-strewn sky. The several figures walking across the dusty sea were the only illumination on the surface of the moon lit only by the tiny lights above. Electrical pulses like static filigree sparked through the fine film of sweat that separated her from the formfitting uniform. These sensations lightly stimulated her muscles constantly keeping them in tone in spite of the low gravity of the moon. Born on earth, she had a short, sturdy frame, unlike her lieutenants, the slight waiflike spirits that flitted about on hoverbikes, checking craters for bugmines. Exploding and devouring at the same time, one bugmine could eat a heap of moongirls.
The suit was grown from DNA harvested from the sentient creatures that live on the heatvents of the Triton seas. In its original state, the skin looks a little like a jellyfish. In the absence of water, it clings to any warm, moist surface. Sensitive to temperature, pressure and the fashions of the day, it detects changes and respond appropriately. Luna looked down at her wrist. The suit's round face winked at her and the numbers for lunar hours, minutes and seconds appeared in each of its three eyes. Her crotch began to warm and tighten, for the suit lived for any kind of attention. "Cut it out, you know I'm working," she whispered through her teeth.
As head of security for the Gravity Games at Artemis, Luna coordinated three teams of scouts. She compelled them with electrical orders given off by her suit. It detected sublingual murmurs in her throat. She said not a single word for two rotations. She didn't need to. And her employers trusted her implicitly. They stayed the hell out of her way. You didn't want to make an earth-born angry. And that's why they chose her.
As they searched, a blue glow appeared on the severe horizon, softening the sharp metallic grey curve. A sudden spark ignited making her heart leap as it always did. This herald brought the earth into full view. The effell view. The effect was magnificent and caused her legs to ache with the memory of striding in the gravity with the wind whipping across her naked legs.
Ah, Earth, they don't even know we exist, at least most of them don't, she mused. What a mess, she sighed. No one really knew what was going on there, so many groups were vying for control, nonhuman and human alike. The colony managed to survive over the years, owing to its placement here on the darkside. It was started by an somewhat enlighted race who foresaw some of the problems the burgening mammilians would stumble into. If they were gamblers, they would have booked some serious odds against any lasting success of the clever simians, who seemed to enjoy squabbling over food for the sake of it. Sometimes when she looked down at Earth, she imagined a planet full of angst-filled apes staring back up at her, beating their chests. To think she could have spent her life there, knowing no better.
Their progenitors abducted select individuals over the millenia, till they could begin to do the work themselves. For reasons obvious to them and now to Luna, they chose almost exclusively females over males to run the colony. Vestal virgins to the cult of Diana were often spirited away before sacrifice. These cults served as training programs for the colony over the years, however pressures from the Illuminiati had closed down many of their programs. T programs. The earthquake at Minos was one of their famous disasters, perpetrated by ancient Greeks who made a deal with the aliens best known as the colonizers of Pluto, who specialized in such elemental disasters. Their representative became known as the God of the Underworld.
The Moongirls dance in the tender gravity, trails of orgone leaving blue streaks across the sky. A lazy rain of crystals fall from the sky imbedded with eyelashes, luminescent with multicolored beads of sweat. Fossils in opals. A city looking as if it were grown instead of built clings to the rim of a deep crater, overlooking the immense courtyard where the games will soon commence.