Lightship Chronicles Chapter 7 : Animebot



  Lightship Chronicles

  Book 1 : Sacred Warriors

  copyright©2015

  Florin Nicoara

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  Chapter 7 - The Animebot

  Lightship Chronicles

  Book 1 : Sacred Warriors

  copyright©2015 Florin Nicoara

  The sound of the beat is deep, vibrating the night. Nayaa is leading an entourage as they come round dome rock. They head towards the club. It looks much busier than last time. Lots of lightships out front. The guys can't help but gawk at them. This time Nayaa too shows more interest. Dirin starts to show off his expertise explaining how the lightships work, with the best guesses he can concoct. Gono looks flustered but doesn't say much at all. Nayaa mostly admires and comments on the beautiful sharp lines, the clean shiny chrome and copper features, and the overall beauty of the ships. After taking in as much of the technological wonders as they can, Nayaa, with Gono and Dirin, take lead again as they head for the entrance. Following them are Dirin's friends, and a few more people from the outcrop.

  "The line is this way." Dirin points and turns off.

  "Do I look like the kind of girl that waits in lines?" She replies to Dirin with a cocky smirk. "Follow me." She waves at them with her left hand and heads through the crowd to the front entrance. As she clears the crowd at the velvet ropes, she sees who she was looking for. He is where she last saw him, sitting on his stool, on the right of the entrance. Two more door guys are standing on the other side. He looks up and notices her stepping over the velvet rope.

  "Hey! It's Mist!" Domie shouts happy to see Nayaa again.

  "What did he call you?" Gono directly behind her asks surprised.

  "Don't worry about it." She dismisses him. "He-eey! It's Domie-from-the-door." And she starts doing her little twisty-hip 'Domie from the door' dance.

  "Ha-ha-ha Mist! You sure were right. You're the girl I want, but missed." Domie responds laughing, excitedly slapping his knees.

  "Awe, I missed you too..." ...and continues her booty dance. "Domie-from-the-door, Domie-from-the-door." The burly man starts clapping, laughing, and dancing on his seat with excitement.

  "Come and sit here on my lap." He invites her with a big grin.

  Nayaa pouts in a cute exaggerated way. "But I'm a good girl." And gives him big eyes flashing her lashes. Domie howls with laughter and slaps his knees. And than leans sideways and looks past her at her entourage. Dirin and Gono are right behind her.

  "Where's your gandpapy?"

  Nayaa reacts with a big smile and a giggle. "Ah, he's tucked away in bed. It's nappy time for him." Domie chuckles and slaps his palms.

  "Is this your crew here?" Pointing at group behind her. She meekly agrees with a nod of her head. "You're in of course, and you can bring one of these dudes, but the rest have to pay."

  "Ok." She agrees with a big smile. She looks over her shoulder at Gono, and then at Dirin next to him. Gono is holding his breath. He seems to want to say something, but doesn't. Nayaa points at Dirin. "Come on."

  Gono's face drops like a stone. The disappointment and frustration is blatantly visible. Nayaa never notices as she casually walks in followed by Dirin. The rest are stalled behind. They have to pay but at least get to skip the line.

  "How do you know that guy?" Dirin ask curious as they step into the colorfully lit glass octagon.

  "We go way back."

  "Really?"

  "Nah, not really."

  "Oh." He seems confused. Not sure if he should say anything else.

  "Don't worry about it. Hey D, can you dance? Can you keep up with me?" And she takes off for the dance floor. Dirin rushes to follow.

  They head through the much denser crowd, but the dance floor is less crowded. On the other hand, the steps up to the mezzanine are packed with people. At the top of the steps, more security, and a velvet rope holding the people from entering. It seems the mezzanine is VIP on this night, with several of the pilots arriving from the races as distinguished guests.

  But Nayaa could care less. Her eye is on the dance floor. She jumps down, followed by a somewhat reluctant Dirin. She starts moving, casually at first, watching Dirin, assessing his skill. Confronted by Nayaa's strong personality he feels obligated to show off. He undulates his tall slim body like all the other dancers around him, but he can't relax his stiffness. His moves are choppy and awkward. He is clearly no dancer. Nayaa is moving smoothly with the grove, like riding a wave of sound, gentle and in step. She's not thinking about it. Her body just grooves, moved by the music itself. She watches Dirin push himself clearly trying to impress, yet completely out of step with the beat.

  One of the 3D dancing anime steps up to Nayaa and starts mimicking her moves. The furry animal-like anthropomorphic hologram joins Nayaa and both start exaggerating their moves. Nayaa is now dancing with the 3D anime and elevates her movements far beyond anything Dirin can keep up with. He steps back while Nayaa takes over the dance floor. Like last time, the other dancers step away giving Nayaa and her 3D hologram-partner the floor, which they turn into an acrobatic stage. It doesn't take long until the entire club is focused on her and her alone. No one else in that club can dance the way she does, except it seems this hologram. It keeps up with Nayaa all the way through. It mostly mimics her, but after a while it begins anticipating her moves and complementing her action with its own. They can't physically interact, but Nayaa makes it look like she is dancing with a partner. She twirls, tumbles, and spins. Torques and contorts her body as if it was made from rubber. The dance goes on until she is glistening in sweat, and now the entire club is her audience. When she finally stops and takes a bow, everyone applauds. Gono rushes to her with an ice cold cup of berry-fizz.

  "That was amazing. Here." Handing her the berry-fizz. "I got this for you."

  Nayaa, a tad surprised by his accosting approach, looks at him funny for a moment but eagerly accepts the tasty cold drink.

  "Thanks Gono. You're a good friend." Gono nods satisfied with himself. A loud smacking sound of forceful clapping makes Gono turn and Nayaa look past him. It's Dirin and he is exaggeratedly applauding as he approaches with broad wide sweeps of his arms.

  "Absolutely stunning. I can't believe how much time I wasted trading jabs with Andee and never noticed what a stunning woman you are, until I saw you dance."

  "I am a pretty good dancer, I have to admit." She winks at him confidently, smiles, and takes a sip from Gono's berry-fizz.

  "Yes, and so beautiful. Your body is the envy of any woman, and those eye, those pretty green eyes, they are like jewels." Nayaa similes exaggeratedly with a hint of shyness.

  "Why thank you sir. Aren't you in a complimentary mood."

  "I can't help it. The more I get to know you, the more amazed I am by you."

  "You know, I already knew these things about you." Gono intercedes with an aura of desperation. "I just, you know, I'm just not that up front that's why I didn't say anything."

  At that moment one of the many club bouncers steps between Nayaa and her two competing suitors.

  "Mist right?" Nayaa looks at him with a frown. "You're Mist, no?" The big bouncer, dressed in all black, is asking Nayaa.

  "Ah-yes, that's me. Is Domie looking for me?"

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sp; "No, actually you have been invited up to the mezzanine, at the VIP party."

  "Oh, really? Why?" Nayaa reacts extremely surprised.

  "Maybe someone was impressed by your dance. Follow me." She turns to Gono and Dirin and shrugs her shoulders expressing both a sense of mystery and curiosity, and then follows the bouncer up the packed steps. On her way up the other club goers congratulate her on her dance skills.

  "You're amazing. Wow, you're so hot. You're the best dancer ever." Random people compliment and praise her. Her curious expression changes into a big beaming smile, as she is let past the velvet rope onto the mezzanine. It's quieter and less crowded up here. Most of the people are sitting on the many lounges. The bouncer takes her to a circular lounge with only one gap for the entrance in the round sofa. The circular sofa surrounds a low glass table in the center filled with bottles, drinks, and snacks of all kinds. Sitting in a circle are seven people, all sharply dressed except one. He is wearing a