Given her size, looks, academic excellence, work ethic, training for brave service, and decision/nature to do whatever it took to survive, it should come as no surprise that the Inisfreeans noticed and saved her when her own kind, as they so often did, failed her.
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Table of Contents:
- Introduction
- Spec’s
- Etymology
- Dimah & Auz
- Clubbing
- Cadet (Images Begin)
- Casual
- Trying Brunette for a Moment
- How She and All Hotties Prefer I (Auz) Cum on Her Tongue, Especially While Others Watch
- How She Prefers Cum be Poured into Her
- 2023 July Update: Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates
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Introduction:
Dimah was born on the colony-planet the humans named Reach. Her family had an extensive military background, both her parents being high-ranking UNSC officers. She went to planet Circinius IV to complete her cadet officer training at the Corbulo Academy of Military Science (CAMS).
On 26 April 2526, a Covenant force surprise-attacked and invaded the planet, killing everyone except for a handful of students from that academy, their survival completely due to the timely arrival of a team of Spartans which included none other than the famous Master Chief John 117. Dimah was in the last group to attempt to evacuate via the Space elevator/tether, it being destroyed by a Covenant spaceship laser just seconds after its ‘car’ had started taking her/them up. It looked to everyone there like she had surely been vaporized or sent falling to her death, but the Inisfreeans, now with centuries of all-of-Creation-monitoring and instant-recall teleporting expertise, seamlessly got her out of that moving elevator car right in time.
Further details are here and here.
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Spec’s:
- DOB: 2510
- 5’3″
- platinum-blonde
- brown eyes
- petite feminine physique
- perky A-cup tits
- presumed dead: 26 April 2526 (age 16)
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Etymology:
- Dimah means “rain that falls without lightning or thunder”
- Tchakova’s meaning is not yet revealed
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Dimah & Auz:
When Dimah was rescued by an Inisfreean portal, Auz was in the Spring of his 16th year ‘sailing’ aboard TNH; he had almost completed a “20 and back” Space deployment of his own design. Most people who made it to his secret city, Inisfree, were not yanked to safety out of otherwise-certain death, so he made sure to portal back home to greet and debrief her personally; he was all too familiar with traumatic events and having to relocate unexpectedly faraway many times, so he wanted to do all he could to calm her nerves and give her the good treatment he never had been during his earlier years. He met her in the private room/suite she’d been walked to in his city’s acclimation facility, politely introduced himself, and they went from there.
When he arrived outside her suite’s door, she was sitting on the foot of her bed, facing the door when it opened, revealing the man.
Auz: “Miss Tchakova,” he smiled politely, in a friendly way, “may I come in?”
Dimah: She nodded, still seated, clearly more than a little in shock about it all.
Auz: “Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Auzdein. I am the designer and manager of this place.” He was calm and approachable, genuine and agreeably focused on her, the perfect gentleman.
Dimah: “…Hi. …Where am I?” She was understandably tense, unsure if he was going to be intense and demanding like her CAMS professors and instructors always were.
Auz: “Earth –on its southern continent, to be more precise.”
Dimah: “Earth? …How?” It was so faraway from where she had been. It seemed like it had only taken her an instant to go from that doomed elevator car to here.
Auz: “The UNSC has gotten good at moving their ships across vast distances in Space. We have gotten good at also moving individual people across such distances.”
Dimah: “So you’re not part of the UNSC?” She frowned a bit, wondering.
Auz: “Correct. I am part of my own Space-faring organization.”
Dimah: “…Am I a… prisoner?”
Auz: He cracked a smile, almost laughing, but making not a sound, “No. Of course not. You are a guest. You are free to leave at any time.”
Dimah: That calmed her a bit, but she still wondered if it would turn out to be true. “…The last thing I remember is being in the elevator.” She became visibly tense again, turning a hint paler, the memory still so fresh and horrifying. “Am I dead?” Her eyes became a bit watery as she looked to him.
Auz: “You are alive and well, Dimah. I assure you. We opened up a portal that allowed us to get you out of that elevator before any harm came to you.”
Dimah: “And the others…?”
Auz: He looked down for a moment, then back to her eyes, his own answering that question, but he spoke anyway. “It has always been our policy to only rescue those who are compatible with us, as our civilization is based not on democracy, diversity, and expansion, but volunteerism, full compatibility, and sustainability. We sensed that only you in that elevator were compatible with us.”
Dimah: She was frowning again, trying to process that. “So you just let them die. …You could have saved them, but you let them die.” Her lower lip was flexing; she was getting angry. Her cadet training -brainwashing- was really kicking in.
Auz: “Yes,” he admitted, his own lips pressing slightly together in that standard apologetic/empathic/understanding facial expression. “While all of you were doing impressive cadet training, it is only the destiny of some to live. If we had brought the others here, they would not have liked us or fit in. We also were not monitoring or tracking anyone who was not prescreened for compatibility with us; we did not have time to attempt to save any of the others, even if we’d wanted to.”
Dimah: Almost fuming for a moment, she finally took a normal and audible breath, trying to calm down; at least he had saved her, and at least he was being kind and honest with her. “Did we win?” She wanted to know the outcome of the attack.
Auz: “The UNSC sent a team of Spartans to evacuate the survivors. I am aware of some of your classmates having been found and rescued by them. As for that planet, it was overrun by the invaders. It may be a while before the UNSC is able to reclaim it. The war out there remains undecided.”
Dimah: “I need to call my mom and dad. They think I’m dead.”
Auz: “I am happy to arrange that, provided you do me a small favor in return, Dimah.”
Dimah: She looked at him almost like a little hawk, wondering what he was about to ask of her.
Auz: “Where you and I are right now is a secret. As I said, we only allow people fully compatible with us to know of it and come here. I ask that you honor our privacy and secrecy when you speak to your parents.”
Dimah: Relaxing again, she nodded, “OPSEC.”
Auz: He nodded twice, “OPSEC.”
Dimah: “If those who attacked my school learned where we are, they might attack here, too.”
Auz: Nodding again, he said nothing this time. He knew Dimah would fully understand at this point. She was a good cadet, after all.
Dimah: “…Thank you, …Auzdein, …for saving me.”
Auz: He bowed his head, then offered to shake her hand.
Dimah: Accepting his hand, she quickly stood, her cadet training kicking in, this time in a good way.
Auz: “It is a pleasure meeting you, Miss Tchakova. If you need anything, please feel welcome to ask anyone tending to your quarters. The screen on that wall over there will connect you with your parents. Speak with them as long as you like. If you want to shower or get anything to eat, the shower is in there,” he pointed to the open doorway into one of the back-rooms of her suite, “and we can prepare room-service for you or show you to our restaurants.” Bowing once more, he turned and walked to the door to the hall, it opening in anticipation of his approach.
Dimah: “Auzdein,” she raised her chin, calling to him before he stepped out.
Auz: “Yes, Miss Tchakova,” he stopped politely, turning back to face her until she let him know their conversation was at the stopping-point she preferred.
Dimah: “…With my school gone…?” She did not know how she would complete her training now, or if it was even safe to try attending another military academy, hers having been so rapidly brought to ruin.
Auz: “You and your parents can decide what the next chapter of your lifepath shall be. If you would like, you can attend some classes and training here; we are much safer than any UNSC colony-world, and have a broad range of excellent military and other programs you can choose from. Training here would make you a worthy officer of your parents’ military. I would also offer you the opportunity to represent the UNSC, liaising between them and us someday.” With that, he excused himself, stepped out, and the door closed behind him.
Lost in thought for a moment, she then looked around her room. It was familiar in many ways; its color scheme, how simple and functional it was, and how well-lit, reminding her of the spartan academy conditions she’d been in her freshman year back on Circinius IV. If Auzdein hadn’t told her she was on yet another world, she would have guessed it was any other standard UNSC facility somewhere on Circinius IV.
Dimah approached the screen on the wall he had indicated, and it turned on by itself, making the connection to both her parents at the same time. “Mom! Dad!” she almost cried out, so glad to get to see them, feeling so lucky she was in a place that had both prioritized and respected her.
Her parents were greatly surprised and relieved to be hearing from her; the invasion of her school’s world was still going on out there, the lone Spartan team daring to scout a few spots on its surface for the only known survivors… not yet having reported whether they’d found her or not. “Dimah!” her mother cried out, feeling chills, wanting to reach through the screen and embrace her. “Daughter!” her father exclaimed similarly. They had so many questions.
“Where are you?” She honored Auz’s request, telling them she could only say that she was safe, no longer near her school.
“How were you able to contact us?” They’d lost all contact with the world she’d been on, and it was usually very difficult to call directly to either of their offices.
“There’s no address for your signal,” they noted; it was very unusual for either of them to receive an untraceable call, especially given their ranks and technology.
“Can you get back to us?” they both, of course, wanted to know. She could and she would, she assured them.
They then discussed every last detail she had witnessed. She only left out the part about getting in the elevator that had been destroyed. She told them it had been destroyed, though, which they likely already knew.
They wanted to ask if it was the Spartan team who had rescued her, but even mentioning that program’s name was considered way too risky, violating OPSEC in the worst of ways, especially in the middle of the war in which they so completely relied upon those enhanced troops.
They worried about her return violating the Cole Protocol, too, but again chose not to bring that up; they wanted their daughter home, period. The Spartans had gone out there, and to many places and back, without ever being tracked by the Covenant, so, since it was likely the Spartans who had saved her, it shouldn’t be that big of a risk for her to go straight to them now.
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Dimah was given the chance to tour the rest of the place she had been evacuated to, and she accepted it. She was not asked to stay for the full 41 days of an official tour, though; she needed to be reunited with her parents. In time, she could return and see Inisfree in its full detail.
The effect of being around Auz and Inisfree had begun; she was starting to feel healthier, calmer, happier, and more sexually-curious than ever before. If she’d had any minor incompatibilities before, they would soon be eased out of her personality and system, never to return, her compatibility with him… total at this point. Every time she left him and Inisfree, she would begin to miss him, becoming determined to always return, just like all the other hotties in Creation now felt about him and his realm –and always would.
A portal got Dimah to where her parents had planned to reunite with her. It was a very happy reunion. They asked that she stay on their world with them for a while… and only travel beyond it to complete her new secret training… in the place they still had not been given the details of. (While obviously an unsettling notion, their logical military sides could not deny the extreme benefit and leverage of having one more useful ally during the costly war that had nearly robbed them of their only child.)
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During one of her returns to Inisfree for more of their exceptional military training, she found herself that evening really overcome by the idea of at least texting her deep appreciation to Auz; she didn’t want to mess things up between them, or risk her free training there in his amazing realm. To her surprise, relief, and delight, he texted her, letting her know he could sense her internal debate, and that he would love to hang out with her if she wanted to. The two saw the sparks in each other’s eyes immediately, and started dating very soon thereafter.
She came to understand, respect, and appreciate Auz’s way of life, and the culture of his people, so she never tried to change his mind about decisions he’d made, such as not to meet her parents or intervene in their war. It was never fully revealed to her just how invincible he, his kind, their realm, and their allies had become, or how easily they could have swept aside the entire Covenant. One of the things that was explained to her, however, was that humans and other beings would continue manifesting that which they assumed had to be ‘true’; it would not have mattered if he and his fleet had intervened at all, because humanity would end up triggering even more horrors to form and come at them out of The Abyss; they would have to stabilize on their own, if ever they were to know stability and peace.
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A few years later, Auz had completed his chosen time aboard Persephone and TNH, and was back in Inisfree regularly (almost daily; most of the days of each week). Dimah was seriously romantically involved with him at this point, having been dating him every month or so for all those years; whenever his schedule and her training aligned, they were fast back together, hand in hand, arm in arm. One day she was eyeing him, starting to suspect and consider something; she asked him, “…Are you a god?”
Auz’s dimples began to show, and he looked to her, not really answering one way or another, “I suppose that depends on how you define the term. I’m just me, but I don’t mind you seeing me as such.”
Dimah’s dimples were now showing, and she stepped up close to rest her chest on his, looking up at him, she standing a full head shorter than her man; the appropriate and perfect male-to-female height difference. “That’s a bullshit answer, Mr. Himmler,” she hugged him without looking away from his face, her smile big. “I think you’re a god…”
He kissed her, and she rose up on her tiptoes to eagerly kiss him back. They continued kissing for a while, then she hugged him tightly, resting the side of her head on his chest. “And I love you.”
“I love you, too, Dimah. I really do.”
He had saved her life, let her go right back to her family, and given her free training. He had sensed her interest in him, and helped her get past her initial fear of coming on too strong, she not yet familiar with how receptive he and the rest of his kind there were to such interaction with those compatible with them. Dimah knew she belonged to him now, and loved that, and knew she always would.
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The Human-Covenant War raged on for a few decades, ending in 2552. Her kind lost some 38 billion of their people, leaving only ~500 million humans out there, including those still allowed on Earth. (This did not affect those isolated in systems such as 34 Tauri.) Inisfree never helped the UNSC, as they were not compatible with them, but they made sure to keep an eye on anyone in their population/s who was, saving their lives every time it became necessary.
Dimah was 42 when that war finally came to its end –and still looked like the 16-year-old cadet the Inisfreeans had rescued; her repeat exposure to them and their realm had ended the aging her kind manifested by assuming it was natural and unavoidable. Her parents hadn’t taken much notice until she was in her late 30s, previously just thinking she ‘aged well’. Even Dimah hadn’t really noticed her exterior didn’t decay at all like humans in the modern times had assumed was what ‘aging’ involved.
By that time, her parents had come to understand the position maintained by her secret savior and training installation; humanity had made it through the war, they had gotten their daughter back, against all odds, and they knew they could count on whoever had saved her… to keep watching out for her, ensuring her safety and ongoing meaningful life. They did not discover that the Inisfreeans, at least after the Human-Covenant War, had also started clandestinely making sure UNSC intelligence “conveniently”/”miraculously” discovered more Covenant worlds and Space stations. It was never enough to wipe the Covenant out, but it certainly re-boosted UNSC morale, and gave humanity out there a chance to start reclaiming some of their lost colony-worlds. Dimah just smiled at her parents when that subject occasionally came up, and they could tell that she knew just enough to know that her savior/s had been somehow helping with a lot of that, if only indirectly, thus that her ongoing secret life as a liaison between them and the UNSC was paying off; her good relationship with Auz was turning the post-war tide like she had never dreamed possible as a cadet.
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Four more decades after that, and Dr. Catherine Halsey made it to Inisfree. She of course eventually met Dimah. The two, having been exposed to Auz and Inisfree, became friends and more, often treating their savior, Auz, to many polyamorous dates.
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Clubbing:
We (she and I, Auz) love going on fuck-dates to my clubs Astroglide and Stargasm.
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Cadet:
Casual:
Trying Brunette for a Moment:
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How She and All Hotties Prefer I (Auz) Cum on Her Tongue, Especially While Others Watch:
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How She Prefers Cum be Poured into Her:
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2023 July Update: Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates:
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