When an Affini just charisma checks their way through a stealth section
>Be you
>Working aboard an Accord colony ship
>The colonists are kept in stasis, and the captain is really only here to relay a information to the company, so aside from a skeleton crew of engineers it’s really just you expected to steer the ship, monitor things, report emergencies, and occasionally take potshots at asteroids with the point defense guns using the touchscreen interface
>The Accord are fighting these upstart plant-based Xenos, but the front is far away, there’s no way in Terra an Affini ship will happen across you out here in the middle of nowhere
>Looking at the usual data feed and idly pondering what meal paste flavor sounds good for lunch, there’s a blip on the deep range scanners
>A big blip
>A blip that’s bigger than should be feasible, barring some TCN engineers figuring out how to shove around a small moon
>Your hand hovers over the red landline phone, the captain should really know about this…
>Suddenly there’s a crackle in your headset, a dulcet voice reverberates through your ears, imperiously occupying the space in your skull without raising its voice beyond a hushed tone
>”It’s nothing, just relax and lean back”
>A lightness rises in your chest from relief, thank goodness it’s nothing. You were getting so comfortable in your chair, more comfortable than you ever remember it being, and having that feeling disrupted would be a shame
>A gentle warmth rises through your body, your joints melting into a glowing puddle of softness
>Stars above, this place has never been so nice to be in, just you feeling so nice, comfortable and lethargic as you gaze half-lidded at the monitor, observing the familiar sight of pinpricks of distant stars, as well as the impressive multilayered, spherical object which was coated in pulsating flowers and vines and the onboard computer helpfully measured as having a diameter of 65 kilometers.
>After a seconds pause, your breath hitches and eyes widen in sheer horror, a cold fear snapping you from your reverie, the dread of an ant watching an ancient eldritch empire march right over you-
>”Shh, don’t worry, there’s nothing there, see?”
>Sure enough, the voice was right, there was nothing there for you to perceive. You relaxed backwards, breathing in a sweet scent and letting out a sigh as the warmth returns and smothers your anxiety, everything just feels too good to even worry about worrying
>But it’s weird, instead of watching the stars, there’s a great sphere of nothing on your screen. Not a dark spot like a black hole, that would be something, this was nothing. Nothing was somehow blocking the stars behind it and getting closer to the ship. How could you be observing a massive nothing anyway? By all accounts, what you were looking at was logically not only physically impossible but damn near indescribable with human senses! This was all getting so confusing
>”Aw, don’t you work yourself up over this, little one. Just let me help you really relax, let alllll your stress drip, drip away petal~”
>A small prickly sensation tugged at your neck, before that gooey warm lethargy magnified tenfold. Every little shimmy and twitch was divine, the softness embedded into every fiver of your slackened muscles. A phantom sensation began gently massaging small circles around your temples and squeezing the stress from your shoulders. The delightful voice chuckled warmly as it loosened moans from your lips and the peaceful warmth drew a sticky joy throughout you
>A small part of you felt a gratitude for the voice that provided these feelings, this wonderful sensation of relief and this awe inspiring view of nothing at all. You wished that you could tell the voice how much you appreciated the gesture gave to face, and not just by moaning into your earpiece. A deep, feminine laugh elated you by proxy as it coiled around your ears
>”Oh my goodness petal, have the Class H’s been so strong for you? Oh you sweet little thing, you’re gonna love this part.”
>The wondrous massage is amplified as it seems like a strand or strands of something stretch forward and down from your shoulders, coiling around your throat and working their way downwards to squeeze and rub along your arms, chest and back. The hairs at the base of your neck rise to attention as a hot breath gently grazes the back of your head
>There never was a headset, little one.
>You open your eyes as you find the swivel chair you work in being turned around, the upper portion of your body covered in a thick, comfy mesh of reddish purple vines and leaves. Meeting your gaze is a towering figure, it looked like a living shrubbery that tried to emulate Terran femininity by attempting to copy the Venus de Milo, apparently interpreting the lack of arms as something necessary to copy as well. The vines over you poured across the floor before disappearing at her “feet”, giving the impression that her vines disappeared up her pseudo-skirt
>Her face was distinct, a hood made of layered leaves left only a black void to be observed, barring the three glowing lights swirling within that you presumed served as eyes. They danced to and fro with vibrant swirling colors, always seeming to just escape close scrutiny and inviting a deep desire to calm down and let this odd plant woman make the tough decisions.
>You see little one, there’s nothing to worry about with an Affini around. Once we learned you cuties were moving a whole bunch of you to a new dangerous place to colonize, well, we just had to make sure they were all delivered to loving owners instead. You were so wonderful delivering them for us, such a good petal!
>Even without being able to see her smile, you could feel the kindness and love radiating from her and suffusing you. Vines crawled over your lower half, picking you up in a princess carry before bringing you up to her chest, swaying gently back and forth.
>Don’t worry about my name, petal, you’ll only be referring to me as your Guardian Angel from this moment onwards. Well, I’ll have to put it in the contract, but we’ll worry about that after we get you fitted for a collar, m’kay dearie?
>Oh, okay. Yay!