Battlestation Takemikazuchi

[such_a_bad_man]

Well there is some tension in the are everyone is trying to be friendly and go about their business. Near the center of the square there are a group of young women who look Syreen with the long dark hair, but there skin is more of human flesh tone. They mostly wear sarongs and sandals, and are chatting among themselves.

One girl with her hair in black cornrows over to you though and smiles. She says something in Syreen and looks for your reaction before she says in the Empire trade language. "Welcome to the market I'm Jewel. Do you help finding anything? Want to go to the country side? Want to have some fun? For a small fee I'll be happy to be your guide."

As Dash walked, he drank from the tumbler that the wine vendor had given him. He had to admit that it was what he liked from his wine: not a lot of aftertaste, but enough flavor to be memorable. He made note of the name on the glass for future reference; he'd probably go back and buy a box of bottles for entertaining in the future.

In the spirit of being a good tourist, he dropped a few lower denomination chits in the cup of the performer dangling from the tree. Mostly, he wanted to pay for the right to just stand and look at a living tree for the first time in months. Between station stops, ship to ship trades, and staying on orbiting platforms, he hadn't been on a planet for the better part of this year. The cool breeze and rustling leaves were a welcome change and Dash found himself standing and just enjoying nature for a moment.

Eventually, he tore himself away from the view and strode around the market, smiling at the flurry of activity that continued around him. Even so, there was a current of worry that permeated the market. Everyone seemed to know that the war was close but didn't want to talk about it. If anything, the debris from that exploded ship might be hitting the atmosphere pretty soon and they didn't need more reminders.

When Dash spied the small circle of women at the heart of the market, he stopped, curiosity keeping him from moving on. He knew about Syreen and their love of all visitors, but he'd never seen any hybrid Syreen before. They were quite striking; so much so that when one approached, Dash didn't respond. He spoke Syreen out of necessity, but she took his silence as ignorance and repeated in Trade-speak. He smiled, slightly embarrassed, and nodded. "I'd love a guide. This is my first trip to this particular planet and could use some local company to help me around."

Dash couldn't look away; it was something about her eyes. Dash had always been a sucker for a woman with beautiful eyes. He offered Jewel his arm before they walked from the market. "I'd love some real food. Not tourist trap food; eat where the locals eat." He asked as he looked at his beautiful tour guide. Suddenly, he was wishing he had more than one day here.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

Jewel nods understanding completely and takes you by the hand. "Come with me. Just so you know you pay for my food too as part of the service."

She takes you out of the busy square to one of the side streets. You can see in the distance another butling market place, but yous stop off long before there though. You enter the The Palm Tavern one of the small local establishments on the ground level of the many three story alien brick buildings that were here before the Syreen settled. Besides the wooden sign with a large palm tree outside once inside you see man small trees growing on shelves in the rather bright dinning room.

As you enter you notice Jewel has a large leather bag over her shoulder behind her back. She greets the business owner who is standing inside with a data slate warmly, and they speak and talk quickly.

The tall woman in traditional garb and with an apron on nods and smiles at you. "I promise you no processed food and all if it is home please be seated."

She gestures to a table and once seated to large jugs of tea with handles are brought out which Jewel immediately picks up and clinks against yours. "Welcome to our simple farm planet sir. So what else can I show you besides good food. There are several markets, brothels, and other places of entertainment. Things are hectic, but we're told no invasion evacuations as of yet. You might want to bring one of these plants back. They don't get much bigger and the fruit is very good."

She smiles as a large platter is brought out filled with vegetables with three dips on it. She smiles and says, "appetizers and then we will have soup and then we will have a main course oh and we have adapted something from the Empire you might enjoy. Homemade chocolate cake. This place is one of my favorites for it. Though I'm sure you'll like the fish and fowl she has to offer."

"Nahaliel is a very good cook and gardener. I try to eat here often she says, " as you look back to the woman smiling and cutting up veggies and tossing them into a large pot on a heating unit. Her expression changes from one of dread to one of fear. You quickly see Jewel pulling a heavy blaster from her bag and pointing it in your direction.

Before you can react she fires quickly and shots fly by your shoulder and towards the door way where a Zeta alien is running passed. She hits the creature who swings around to fire, but his shots go wild. She stands up and keeps firing until it goes down. She begins flipping tables on their sides, and Nahaliel jams a large knife into a cutting board as she takes down a rifle from off the wall.

Jewel looks at you as she changes out the magazine and gestures for you to look outside. A number of Zeta are running by, and at least a few are curiously looking at the body in the doorway. Most have the surgically attached gas mask, but not all do though for some reason. She finally says, "two years militia what about you? Any chance that ship of yours is leaving sooner then later?"


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[JawnKarTurr]

Chief Engineer Karl McKay

When you finally make it home you're greeted by your robots, and the living chess piece ones even salute you as you enter your first level. One does note to you that you have a visitor, and that she was cleared so they let her into your apartment though no appointment was scheduled. She arrived on Fleet business and has been waiting a bit. Once you make it to the second level where you spend most of your down time you're greeted by a very pleasant smell.

Isis Nakamura walks out from the workshop area and says," I hope you like chicken soup. I got groceries and there were some good deals at the Syreen market down the block, so I just had to share.. "

She smiles and looks at you. "Good to see you boss. What ya been up too? I've been in a healing tube for awhile. It felt so good to get up and walk around and enjoy a turbo shower.

She walks passed you into the kitchen area smelling fresh and clean. She's wearing a blue surgical scrub top and a leather sidearm clearly displaying a heavy retro revolver pistol. He hair is up in a messy bun and she has on Fleet issue khaki work pants and boots.

From inside the kitchen you hear,"I made fresh biscuits too I hope you don't mind. I had the rest of the stuff delivered to my place. I'm sure the fridge is empty. I'll have to have Shiba my android at it to the list of things to clean. Oh hope you don't minded I signed on to your computer as support staff."

She walks out and hands you a tall glass wrapped in a napkin. "Hope you like Empire Green tea. Anyway Yeoman Jenson wanted a list of perspective personnel for the new combat engineers unit. I think you're going to get us both promoted chief. I shot him a list of 130 possibles so he can get it down to around 90. I think you'll be pleased with a good mix. So what else can I do for you?"

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Stella Bremer

With your apartment secure and ready to blow up if any unsuspecting thieves or corporate agents decide to take closer look. The tunnels are just another odd fact of many buildings and you have to wonder why the Fleet neglected to investigate so many areas like this when they were refitting the space station. Many think it was just a matter of not having enough time. After all refitting a planet isn't something that you can do in your average ship yard.

The Pimmons base almost all their businesses around cafes where you enjoy coffee and deserts any time day or night. Many choose to branch out and offer other meals while still more build on convenience stores. One entrepreneur has a place where you can look at military grade weapons while you sip your coffee. Your inn keeper is simply a man who made use of all the extra rooms after friends and family settled elsewhere. With an alien species where so many look alike being a novelty is an asset to any one mingling.

Those on the shuttle are a little surprised by your behavior and a few take pictures and film you flying down. The pilot contacts his dispatcher simply to note what's going on, but keeps flying the assigned route. Most people take ground mass transit, but those with the military are on the outer "surface of the sphere" so they need the shuttles like this one. Still though others use rocket packs.

As the smoke clears.....You begin to look around at the carnage and realize a few important things. The club wasn't that full at all. Sure it's a week night, but you didn't kill all that many patrons. Also the front doors they were running too were already sealed. They're heavy duty armored glass doors like the windows on a starship. Way overkill for any security. The security guards here are armed well for private security, but nothing special about the weapons.

Still though you hurt all over. They got a few good shots in and more then a little debris hit you. You seem okay for now and the drink tastes good to you, but you feel the adrenaline fade. Your eyes search the room and all you find is fire and death and blood. The thing is there is very little human blood.

Well there are pools of it, but not everyone is bleeding red. It seems the strippers and the security personnel are bleeding this nasty smelling brownish liquid. It smells horrible, but it's clearly different from the patrons. These clearly aren't standard clones.

By now Fleet security is searching the area for someone diving into the red light district or rather the one for this neighborhood. They're held up though in the streets dealing with all the other petty crimes. At one point they get held up by some monstrous muscle enhanced maniac. When they make their way into it's apartment they find women shackled and beaten. This is all news for you tomorrow if you make it to a TV, but that assumes you survive your current encounter.

It seems the place is fairly well stocked with the basics. Well three different kinds of bottled alcohol that can hardly be called top shelf and three kinds of beer. You see this in the store room behind the bar, and on the other side is the dressing room for the dancers. You've spent enough time with other women to know this isn't the typical locker room space. Interestingly there are half a dozen upright cylinder sleep chambers. Well at least they look like them.

In the back you move through the tacky VIP room with special entrance. It seems it has a heavy blast door and then another hidden entrance leading to a turbo shaft going down to the next level. If you remember the map right from the data slate there is some dead space. That has to be where they have at least one queen. How many of those other nasty creatures is anyone's guess. If they've been bringing down patrons it could be a lot.

Besides the turbo shaft itself there is a stair way around it's outer frame that looks like it goes to the bottom. Most shafts have this feature in case the go down and for routine repairs. There is also a maintenance tunnel that was on your map, and you see another opening which looks similar to the tunnel you used in your building. The next move is up to you. There are weapons about, but nothing really better then what's you're already carrying. The balcony above space should only be tables.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Her expression changes from one of dread to one of fear. You quickly see Jewel pulling a heavy blaster from her bag and pointing it in your direction.

Before you can react she fires quickly and shots fly by your shoulder and towards the door way where a Zeta alien is running passed. She hits the creature who swings around to fire, but his shots go wild. She stands up and keeps firing until it goes down. She begins flipping tables on their sides, and Nahaliel jams a large knife into a cutting board as she takes down a rifle from off the wall.

Jewel looks at you as she changes out the magazine and gestures for you to look outside. A number of Zeta are running by, and at least a few are curiously looking at the body in the doorway. Most have the surgically attached gas mask, but not all do though for some reason. She finally says, "two years militia what about you? Any chance that ship of yours is leaving sooner then later?"

Dash frowns, diving below the tables as Jewel dumps them over. 'So much for getting some real food for a change,' Dash thought as he peered over the table. Pulling back his jacket, Jewel could see a collection of devices and weapons hanging from straps and combat netting inside. From the look of it, Dash must have a much more slight physique than it looked. From inside, he pulled a strange looking device. Part grenade, part tin mint containers, it was hard to figure out what exactly it was. With a push of the button, it started beeping.

"You might want to hold your breath," Dash said to Jewel beside him as he lobbed it at the door. As it flew toward the door, the beeping sped up before there was a blinding flash from the door. What looked like embers and ashes burst from it. As those motes of burning light drifted down, the haze of hot air hung in the door way before suddenly the air itself burst into flame. The heat is so hot that there are flashes of yellow and green flame. Then, just as suddenly, the fire puts itself out. Whoever had meant to follow the first one were gone as the heat subsided.

Dash looked over the top of the table and sighed, drawing in fresh air. "Good, it was contained this time..." he mutters to himself before pulling himself over the table. Pulling up a bit of the scarf he kept tucked under his shirt to cover his mouth, Dash runs to the door and checks outside. He still wasn't sure of the health effects of breathing in his concoction after it caused the air to auto-ignite. "My ship is welcome to everyone that wants to get off this rock." He answers Jewel's question finally as he pulls two very heavily modified blasters from inside his coat. Turning to his would-be chef, he adds. "There's space for your trees too. Just be quick about packing."

Dash didn't wait for recognition or confirmation; he was already firing on a fire team of Zetas coming down the side street, trying to keep their heads down.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

From outside you hear Sustorn throw a impolite applicant into a pile of brawls before he calls for the next applicant. For one so physically intimidating and derived from primitive stock he's very well spoken and thoughtful. The three privateers in front of you seem of a similar nature. They might be rough around the edges, but they're far from stupid. Your latest revelations have brought more concerned conversation.

Rip strokes his beard and looks you over again. "Well you aren't exactly a spy, but you seem to be playing both sides against the aliens. Look kid the fact is we can use you, but you can't run off and tell them every little thing you see. This is a rough business, and the reason it works is the government don't need to know everything."

Drifter after taking out another cigar and taking a few long puffs rejoins the discussion by saying, "you want to keep up morale that's fine. You don't want to lead, but be a useful expert I guess that can work. You don't want cash though that makes me wonder. Still though we recover a lot of stuff that we can't use. Having someone who can fence it for us that's useful. Still this ship won't be ready for another week. We're trying to bring in people to rush it, but I don't see it much faster."

Casement get's up and walks over by you and looks you over and then leans in and get's close and whispers, "you know what a treasure fleet is? Ancient custom goes back to the days of sail and it seems the aliens use it too. They take a lot of scrap and humans in their ships for processing. I don't need to tell you about that unpleasantness, but they keep the cold hard cash separate. People figure they work with unscrupulous merchants, and because of one of them we have a line on where that fleet is going to be."

He walks back to the table and doesn't turn around, "that will be all be ready to go in soon though. You'll get a cabin provide your own gear and birth control for that matter. Prepare yourself though. Might be slave ships there as well."

As you walk out the ape creature Sustorn smiles at you and gestures for you to go to the right side of the repair docks. Like with most bays that is the living quarters and from a second floor balcony you see a brightly lit tapestry hanging. The two neon females wave to you and gesture for you to come up and join them.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Mistress Indodakazi

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Your computer being a secure work station buzzes with information on some of the items you've been looking over. The spa in question is in section 17 and has a very good reputation among visitors. There is no membership required and the wealth mingle with those enjoy a rare escape. It is a stone complex with many fresh water pools always kept at comfortable temperatures and the staff is a variety of humanoids. Also noted is the spa has a very high level of security and patrons are searched upon entering the facility for their protection. Items are kept secure in the security office until the client leaves.

Your accounts are up-to-date, but a concerned message from the crew asks for activities while in port. There is also questions about off loading cargo. Never mind your women are lonely. Your contact who demanded commodities still needs his delivered, but his associates have at least have made it fairly easy to pass along and get the help you need. The harbor master does want to know your intentions though, because despite everything nobody wants any space going to waste.

A human renegade Miles Frodge approaches your through your sail master on your ship. A tough pirate with plasma burns and a reputation for being well hung he makes a proposal to you through your personnel. Right now he has several troop transports filled with breed alien warriors (see below). If you need marines or a security force he has plenty. He leaves you contact information.

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While your trade discussion went so well you feel the need for a spice cigarette. Well that and other reasons you have to wonder why the Pimmons hadn't passed this technology on to their old allies before. Still though there is a war on and the chubby blue creatures have always been hand with technology. Their only fault is not pushing military applications further.


Otherwise all the other details are downloaded to your data slate so you can go about your business without issue.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

The cook walked up behind Dash and fired a few shots from her weapon doing damage to several items in the alley exploring in a mess of wood and other debris. "I checked my data slate this is a raid. I'll stay a little while longer, but you may come back for my garden yet. Now go!"

Jewel makes her way back towards one of the many central squares and it is filled with pandemonium. Robots are blasting at enemy aliens, the streets are strewn with corpses, and vendor booths are on fire. It seems there are more then a few alien snipers, but are they aliens? They seem the right shape when you look at them, but they have what look like heavy chemical hoods over industrial work suits with heavy gloves.

Some of these types are in the streets as well. Shooting at unarmed victims at close range with heavy blasters or using the heavy knives you know that are favored by the Zeta. It seems though the local civil defense force of the Syreens is arriving though. Females clad in light metallic silver colored battle armor with backpack blasting units are moving down the main streets into the areas of activity. There are more then a few heroic individual acts of courage.

An ape humanoid settling exotic fruits from off world bashes several Zetas with a pry bar and actually decapitates one of their officers with a machete before being killed. Several bar patrons smash glasses and throw bottles at Zeta on the street and the sniper on the roof is thrown off by a Syreen bartender after she stabs him in the back. Also several of the wolf like creatures your contact has attack the aliens and cause their owners to rally and fight. It's hard to say who's winning, but this would hardly be called a successful raid.

There seems to be a few explosions coming from the landing bay area though, and there are still more then a few enemy fighters between you and your ship. Jewel for her part has been fighting along side you as you've went and has even slung her weapon and picked up heavier carbine with spare magazines off a dead space mariner.

She looks at you as she fires from the protection of a garden wall. "We go to the ship or find a place to hold out here?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

There seems to be a few explosions coming from the landing bay area though, and there are still more then a few enemy fighters between you and your ship. Jewel for her part has been fighting along side you as you've went and has even slung her weapon and picked up heavier carbine with spare magazines off a dead space mariner.

She looks at you as she fires from the protection of a garden wall. "We go to the ship or find a place to hold out here?"

Dash looked around the area where they stopped, taking in as much as he could. There was no lack of danger no matter which direction he went, but the people needed close air support. There were too many snipers and people covering the wide open spaces around the city. He looked back to Jewel as he switched out his barrels on his blasters. He'd been firing too many blasts and the standard blaster barrels couldn't handle the output he'd dialed up in his last modification.

"We make for my ship and fly back over to give these people cover. Hopefully, we can figure out how to pick up your friend," he said as he locked in the new barrels. Charging down the road towards the starport, Dash leveled his blaster at Zeta after Zeta, firing blast after blast. He didn't wait to find out if Jewel was staying with him; there was too much incoming fire to look. Besides, she said she worked in the armed forces; she would understand and try to keep up.

Reaching the space dock, Dash crept inside, unsure of what parts of the city the Zetas attacked in force. He kept to side halls and areas with tight sight lines as he tried to get to his ship.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Xenonaut Christina 'Tina' deSousa

With a smile Tina stepped back out into the repair bay, walking with a lively step back towards the entrance before being intercepted by Sustorn. With a little confusion the survivor looked over to where the siminoid was gesturing and noticed the two Neon girls waving her up to what looked like some sort of private residence, the tapestry reminding her of the decorations in Selacia's room back in the apartment building.

"This'll be the medical I suppose," Tina muttered to herself as she made her way over to the residence block and quickly mounted the stairs. As she stood outside the door Tina trembled slightly as she rapped her knuckles on the unadorned metal panel.

As it slid aside the two Neon girls greeted her with smiles, playful eyes and very little clothing. Tina was used to the sight of Selacia's naked body, despite her best urgings the girl still seemed to have trouble grasping the concept of underwear while lounging around at home, but these two girls were something else. It looked as though every penny of their earnings with the crew had been spent on body modifications, with piercings glittering on their nipples, between their legs and in strings up their arms and across their chests. Their natural electric fields sparked between the metal adornments in a strangely soothing pattern as Tina watched them entranced.

"You seek Jamaharon?" One of the girls asked, waving her hand over to where the candle Tina had given them sat on the low tabletop nearby, surrounded by seating cushions and elegantly woven tapestries on all sides, giving the apartment the feel of an ancient desert dwelling on Old Earth. Beside the candle there were three cups and several bottles of what Tina presumed were beverages, but in reality they could be anything. Each container was of a totally different design to the others and hinted at exotic and alien origins.

Before she had a chance to speak Tina heard the door closing behind her and one of the Neon girls quickly activated the locking mechanism before smiling over at Tina and winking seductively. "Wouldn't want to be disturbed now, would we?"

Too late, Tina thought to herself shifting in her armoured suit uncomfortably as she felt Junior stirring, her heightened state of arousal causing the parasite to begin seeping chemicals into her blood. I'm already pretty disturbed myself.

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: 1 set of Alien Battle Armour, 1 sets of Cheap Trashy Lingerie, 1 set of "boar tusks" Earrings
Carried Gear: 1 Environmental Worker Data Slate, 1 un-sealed Weapons Case (1 Alien Plasma Laser Battle Rifle, 1 Exotic Alien Hunting Rifle, 1 Colonial Katana, 1 Vibro-hatchet, 2 Hunting Knives, miscellaneous ammunition)

 

[Jezebel1669]

Mistress Indodakazi

Standing under the full body air blower Kazi allowed the swirling wind to suck away the last few stray drops of moisture from her body. For once she felt totally sated, her body and mind having been rewarded for her hard work with enough orgasms to leave her skin buzzing comfortably. Moving back over to her desk she quickly looked over the report from her ship, frowning slightly at the comment about the state of the crew.

With a few quick taps she brought up the contact details for Porall's friend, the huntmaster, while at the same time lowering her helmet back over her face and locking it into position. Kazi had planned on leaving the call until the morning, but her new plan had something else in mind. "Good evening, sir," she began politely, unsure how to address the aging hunter. "I was wondering if you'd be able to accommodate a large group of my crew for a hunting trip, tomorrow if possible."

While she waited for the man's reply Kazi quickly tapped out a quick message to the ship's quartermaster Isibele enquiring what was happening with the goods onboard. The woman was supposedly in charge of routine operations such as offloading cargo and arranging shipments to delivery destinations and had never caused any problems for the trader in the past. If something was wrong and goods hadn't arrived to their intended customers Kazi may need to step in to help smooth things over until the situation could be rectified.

After tapping the send icon and watching until the system confirmed receipt of the message, Kazi typed out a quick message to Miles Frodge thanking him for the offer, but with your ship's complement of Class-12 Death's Head Enforcement Droids ther crew are more than adequately protected while in dock and so won't be in need of his services for now. Should matters change and additional security be required she'll certainly kep his offer in mind, and perhaps meeting at the hunting grounds in the morning would provide an opportunity to discuss the matter further.

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: 1 Dampening Helmet
Carried Gear: 1 Data Slate

 

[JudeRodney]

"Uh... Isis?" Karl was completely confused as to why she was here. She should be resting, after her ordeal. How did she get out so soon? Why was she wearing hospital garb and... why was she armed? Something was definitely wrong.

"I just need to get changed, first," he said to her somewhat truthfully.

In his room, he quickly locked his door, not wanting to take any chances. As he logged onto his computer, he made sure his weapon was handy and sent the hospital a priority requesting Isis' status. While he waited on the reply, he started changing into his usual jumpsuit. Once dressed, he checked for anything that Isis may have done while she was logged in.

How could she have so many recommendations!? She knew as well as he that most of his team were on the take in one way or another. Could she be in on it, too?

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

Dash looked around the area where they stopped, taking in as much as he could. There was no lack of danger no matter which direction he went, but the people needed close air support. There were too many snipers and people covering the wide open spaces around the city. He looked back to Jewel as he switched out his barrels on his blasters. He'd been firing too many blasts and the standard blaster barrels couldn't handle the output he'd dialed up in his last modification.

"We make for my ship and fly back over to give these people cover. Hopefully, we can figure out how to pick up your friend," he said as he locked in the new barrels. Charging down the road towards the starport, Dash leveled his blaster at Zeta after Zeta, firing blast after blast. He didn't wait to find out if Jewel was staying with him; there was too much incoming fire to look. Besides, she said she worked in the armed forces; she would understand and try to keep up.

Reaching the space dock, Dash crept inside, unsure of what parts of the city the Zetas attacked in force. He kept to side halls and areas with tight sight lines as he tried to get to his ship.


You counter Keselth in the lounging area exotic weapon in hand. He levels it out you but soon realizes it's you and goes back to what he was doing. Sadly it seems he was standing over his faithful pet, and goes back to caressing his badly wounded creature. He nods and takes out a long dagger and clearly sighs before jamming it into the back of the animal's skull putting it out of it's misery.

He rises and looks to you again wearing his mask and armor. "Pour thing was suffering since early on in the attack. I let him wonder the complex. I head the barking which alerted me and the crew. They're safely in the security room, but this breed has a particular hatred for for Zeta and I think he attacked a whole bunch of the little bastards. They fell back to the street and I resealed the side door."

He changes the power pack on the strange looking rifle you've never seen before and politely says, "who is your friend lurking about in the shadows."

With that Jewel steps out with an improvised cloth bandage around her thigh carrying an alien dagger and her blaster. She looks to you and says, "I got hit. It isn't to bad but knocked me flat and one of those creepy things without a helmet and came up over me. Was going to cut my throat and probably rape me. He's dead by the fruit stand. Sorry about your pet."

"Yes a friendly creature and a noble retainer to the end. I put out a communication to the station and judging by the number of ships and their activity they think it's a raid or rather a reconnaissance in force. What we see outside is a group cut off from their craft. Allied and local defense forces have them surrounded. They're still fighting hard, but they won't be picking up anyone. The bloody trouble is there are thousands of them on the planet right now. It could take week to mop them up."

He walks over by the doorway leading to the hall that goes to the landing bar area. "Your robots are doing an admirable job defending the place and they helped prevent any snipers from taking up positions on the roof. I believe one is slightly damaged. Your cargo is loaded fully and my maintenance engineer gave your ship the once over and found no real issues. What you do next is up to you, but let me know what I can do to help."

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Xenonaut Christina 'Tina' deSousa


The two Neon women look back and forth at each other curiously and giggle. "I'm Lura the smart one."

"And I'm Lixiss the smart one, and I just happen to be the smart of the two of us. We were on the out on one of outer frontier space stations working as dancers when we joined up with these guys."

"We do more then dance now, but we're still great entertainers."

"She came here for fertility treatments not our life stories Lixiss. She wants to fill the ship up with little bastards. I'm all for it it's a generational crew after all."

"Do not refer to the children we babysit for like that. Besides their father's are someone on the crew. Besides I think it's very clear she was just giving us a lovely gift from a member of the clergy."

Lura walks over by you and hands you a chalice which clearly smells like wine and goes behind your and begins gently rubbing your temples. "Do you have any piercing or tattoos? We know a great place."

"Not now I think we need to give her the warrior blessing. That we can do for free for our newest friend. Besides she's good at killing the invaders."

"Oh yes we shall do that and she'll love it."

There is a flurry of activity around you as the women move alters around, pickup different items only to toss them to the other side and more candles are lit. They actually bring out a large brass bath that is in the shape of a large bowl. It has a host of different symbols on it and the pair stretch out a hose from another room and put it over the side and tie it with a length of rope to the rail along the side.

They then come around you and begin removing your armor and weapons. You're assured it's all part of the ritual and every weapon is within hand's reach as the armor is neatly stacked by the two females who do it expertly. It seems they've done it a time or two and then you're set down almost completely naked on a chair next to the tub. Lura goes into another room and the tub begins filling with crystal blue water. Meanwhile her partner begins rubbing you down with a exotic smelling oil which feels rather good and is scented like peaches.

She's very thorough to the point you feel like you had a medical exam, but with the warm caresses of a inmate lover's massage. Then they help you into the bath of slightly warm water and begin scrubbing you down vigorously and you notice the scented oil comes off and you flash has a lovely glow to it as you're body is thoroughly cleaned. Your hair is gently washed and put in to tight cornrow braids.

Lixiss stops and takes time to disrobe completely and that includes all her many piercings it takes time but you get to enjoy the warm scented soak. Once nude she slips into the large brass tub across from you and takes your left foot in your hand and begins massaging it and looks at you curiously. Her partner begins lighting incense around you and a large fan made from palms and begins waving giving you a relaxing breeze.

Your tub partner smiles and nods. "So you don't seem to be a war captain, but you're a warrior aren't you? Not by birth but by choice. Where do you want your path to lead?"

Mistress Indodakazi

You haven't seen many older members of the species, but the blue creature on the screen is clearly and elder and has the scars and wrinkles to prove it. Most seem to die from an excess of good living you're told. This one looks a bit tougher then most. He consults is data pad as you speak and nods no.

"Not tomorrow the whole day is booked, but in two days I can give your crew the full attention they deserve. There are some large beasts dwelling in those wilderness preserves, so it can be a team work building exercise."

Isibele takes a little while to reply having purchased through trade on her own a new pleasure device. She's using it for extended hours rather then sleeping. Still though she shows that a 3rd of the goods have been sold to buyers on the station and the rest have been offloaded to the storage bays where the ship currently is docked. She says with so many other merchant traders arriving there is a lot of competition and she's looking for the best deal. She can move it all today, but there won't be much of a profit.

Miles Frodge hides is displeasure for not being about to make a deal with you, but makes it clear that he'll be happy to come back to you once he's moved his current stock and brokered a few deals. He does ask you in his message that if you have anything particular in mind to let him know otherwise he'll contact you the next time he has a fresh deal to make. He wishes you well and signs off.


All caught up for now....

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Chief Engineer Karl McKay

After going over your computer and messaging the appropate people you soon get replies back. Isis Nakamura was released after a period of time in a healing tube, but was put on limited duty basically paperwork and after the battle under the street non-combat personnel are being required to carry their weapons. Her's is probably an off duty weapon, after all revolvers aren't in the military's inventory much these days.

A contact to Yeoman Jenson does give you more information. It seems she and he did talk about they went through the list of possibilities to make it easier on you. She was eager to get back to work, and he needed to start forming the unit of combat engineers. Seems they'll be needed sooner then they thought. At this stage applicants can still turn down assignments like this, so they have to get a good idea of what their numbers are for the unit.

He wishes you well though and to enjoy your time off. It will be busy in the near future. Meanwhile Nakamura is working in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the soup and taking biscuits out of the oven. Your guard robots watch her curiously, but she seems to have disrupted nothing. The computer only shows her accessing files she should have access to, and everything else remains secure. Though it seems she's looked at some picture files.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Your robots are doing an admirable job defending the place and they helped prevent any snipers from taking up positions on the roof. I believe one is slightly damaged. Your cargo is loaded fully and my maintenance engineer gave your ship the once over and found no real issues. What you do next is up to you, but let me know what I can do to help."

Dash turned to Jewel as Keselth gave him a Sit Rep on the spaceport. He knelt down to check her field dressing; it was in an awkward place and he knew it could be tough to get the bandage tied correctly. He looked up at her and spoke softly to her. "Nice work. I have a med bay on the ship and we can patch you up later, if you're still interested in getting off world." He didn't linger for a response. He'd said his piece and she would let him know her intentions in time.

He turned back to the man in the encounter suit who looked to be getting ready for another round of this. He looked down at his pet and put one hand on the man's shoulder and the other over his heart, bowing slightly at the beast. "No truer sign of a good master than for the animal to lay down its life for you. There will be a time for mourning, but his sacrifice is allowing you to continue the fight. Get on the line with SCSL; tell them to scramble any and all contract pilots with emergency supplies. Get them here ASAP. Tell them to offer hazard and expedite fees for any pilot willing and able to come. There will be plenty of customers and people in need, I feel. You take command of the droids I brought and use them to secure the spaceport. This may have been a test of planetary defenses and I have a feeling this isn't the end of it. The spaceport is going to be vital in the days to come and it cannot fall." He clapped the man on his shoulder as he turned to Jewel.

"Let's go, my ship's this way." He started walking down the hall, heading for his docking bay. As he went, he looked back at Keselth, calling out to him as he walked further into the starport. "Also, get a hold of the local military and constabulary. Tell them that I'll be in the air in 5 an can provide close air support, but I need recon and coordinates from people on the ground. You know the comm channel. I'm not gonna leave them like this..." The last comment was made more to himself than shouted back at the SCSL rep. Turning to Jewel, he offered her an arm if it looked like her leg wound was causing her to hobble a little slowly.

"Any good with ship mounted weaponry?" he asked as they rounded the corner and Dash's ship came into view. He saw 1 of the droids lingering in the area and flagged it down. "I'm turning over control of you and your brethren to Keselth, the local SCSL rep. He's going to need your help holding the port, understand? He's waiting out front, go." He slapped the droid's back on the way past as he ran up the gangplank and readied the ship for take-off.

 

[JudeRodney]

Everything seemed in order, but coming straight to his apartment uninvited and armed was still awfully suspicious. Still, if she wanted him dead, why didn't Isis shoot him already? He decided to keep his sidearm under his shirt and in his waistband, just in case.

"Whatever you're cooking smells good!" he shouted through the door. He was lying through his teeth - well maybe he was. It was merely a delaying tactic trying to keep her from getting suspicious.

One last check. He queried his computer to see what those pictures were. If nothing else, it might clue him in on what might be going on - if anything indeed was going on. Still, no harm in indulging his paranoia for a bit longer.