Battlestation Takemikazuchi

[JudeRodney]

In other words, which hell do I want to be in? That was what went through his head. One one hand, the front line as quite dangerous, and could lead to a swift death. On the other hand, he had corrupt and/or incompetent engineers under his command that he did not have the authority to discipline. However recent events made the danger on this side just as real as the front line. Moreover, the front lines did have better equipment and armament - possibly even competent personnel. It seemed the path was clear.

Karl decided it was time to move on from this crappy assignment. Calling to Jenson, he made his feelings known.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

The man laughs as he drinks his beverage and nods approvingly before he says, "I think they're very sharp, but no it's only for company staffers. Our subcontractors can pretty much wear anything they like, and all that we ask is you be diplomatic. This is an allied outpost, and while we understand you might need to defend yourself and have a little fun, but do your best to follow the rules and not cause any trouble. So we've covered your pay rates etc is there any question you have?"

He walks back behind the workstation and hits a few yes and looks over the screen and nods. "Well we don't have any connection with Milya Tvorine, but we'd like you to not involve the media on this assignment. We want to see how it goes, and if things go well and we do business again we'd love the free advertising as well. Feel free to do interviews and the like though. We just have to think of the company."

"On a brighter note though let us know if you wish to purchase anything for the voyage like extra security, computers, and the like. We have many contacts that can get you things at a discount and if we think it's necessary we've given people credit or even paid for the item entirely."


Nicola Beneletto

Charmian with her short raven hair and wearing regular attire of sandals, black leggings and white tank top goes about your quarters in order. While she does setup your office complete with furniture and paintings she does do as you requested. The mini bar is in the main room and the coffee station is setup there. She placed the sauna in a section of dead space off the bathroom and the therapy bath just fits into the bathroom itself.

She sets up your portable bed up and lovingly puts your large teddy bear in a Johns Hopkins t-shirt on the bed. In another dead space off the office she sets up the meditation area for you to relax. She does show you on a data slate that the living spaces can be customized more. Seems the aliens had very large living spaces or whatever they did in them, and living quarters were divided up smaller. Long as it doesn't impede on a neighbor or interfere with work access there are no issues.

The Rest and Rehab Tube goes into your bedroom along with the makeup table and she unpacks your clothes and begins putting them away. She breaks down the food crates and stocks the kitchen. She still leaves some decisions up to you though or at least your direction. While you're working at your workstation she enters the office with two bowls of gourmet tomato soup and griddle cheese slices and two ice teas.

She smiles and sits down across from you and says, "you need to rest yourself. Either use the tube or sleep in your bed. I can place the rest of the house as you like tomorrow. Shall we eat? When would you like to get back to yoga or shall I begin learning new training programs?"

When she moves to place your food she glances at the screen and what seems out of character for her says, "Oh you plan to get a kitty cat? We'll can setup a box for it and water and food...and, " she pauses and gains her composer and sits down again.


While you don't get spam the Fleet generates a ton of routine emails and messages from officials. The church is continuing to convert the alien pyramid temple into a cathedral, and they're asking for workers and money for the final push. The media is all over a strange shootout that happened at a local human restaurant in Section 17. Also there are several announcements about the arrival of more allied aliens on board the station who will be assuming support and frontline roles.

The email replies you get besides issues with patients including a staffer from the terraforming division telling you they'll be happy to bring you a kitten to your office. Soon afterwards hospital staffing says they have just put a new batch of nurse/personnel assistant female clones through the program and will have one waiting in your office at the start of your next shift. They note that having a male is no problem as several are still in the assignment pool and are working in records.

Chief Engineer Karl McKay

Yeoman Jenson answers your request happily and tells you they need good men like you to lead in the Fleet Combat Engineers. Allied installations need repairs, additional help with ship repair, and of course clearing and destroying enemy installations. It won't be easy duty, but it will be more rewarding then fixing toilets in section 17. He does ask you to write a report to hand over to the alien support engineers who will be coming in to take over the work. He also asks that you make a list of any personnel you'd like to transfer to your new assignment. Also you'd like to recommend for promotion, medals, or even reprimand before moving on.

He tells you to work from your quarters and take three days to put your house in order and take care of personnel business. After that go to the Fleet technical school and select from the students that will be graduating to from the school soon. There is a good mix of military brats, port rats, and veterans. You have permission to select 90 individuals for your new unit. Use the school as your starting point, they'll have an office waiting for you to use temporarily. If you want to bring over some of your people as well great, and if you have other recruits in mind less us know.

Contact me with any questions about forming this unit. Good work and good luck.

 

[divacarolina]

Nicola Beneletto

Nicola doesn't know how if it all she can use the sample she'd collected from the monster in the hospital lab, and the emails about hospital security hint that she'll have even fewer opportunities to take advantage of her access to the medical facilities. She decides to make an early morning visit to Section 17's cathedral, to think about her future on the station. She wonders if taking the sample was a mistake - she had planned to help her patients, but her curiosity about the station, its mission, and its inhabitants had gotten the best of her.

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The cathedral is a beautiful mix of old, new, human, and alien. Instead of finding a place to pray, she browses the images and symbols hoping to find something familiar. Her parents had taken her to St. Paul's in London, where they were influential members, and she knew much of the Bible well, and some Buddhist symbols. There was so much in the alien ruins here that she felt she nearly recognized, and she sees why some people thought the aliens worshipped the same God.

There's something slippery about the alien symbols, a little too unsettling when she already has so much to think about. She finds a pew in a darkened area of the sanctuary and kneels. An altar is in place at the far end of the nave from the end where she'd entered, a table covered in a cloth with a large cross behind it that seemed to be made of left-over scaffolding. There was still debris scattered through the space and she was surprised anyone was using it for worship.

A small crowd is gathered around the altar, where several bodies are on display - victims of the recent attacks on the station. A priest and a dozen or so mourners, and just at the edge of the shadows a first row of monks in the plain robes of their order. Nicola could see a few more behind in the shadows.

Nicola closed her eyes and let her mind drift, letting go of everything except her breathing. After a few minutes the faint voice of the priest leading the funeral ended, and out of that silence the monks behind him began to sing. Nicola tried to return her focus to her breathing, but their voices were troubling: not commending the recently deceased to God, but warning Section 17 that none of them were safe now that the violence had risen above the station's disciplined appearances.

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[such_a_bad_man]

Captain Dash Claynor III

The man laughs as he drinks his beverage and nods approvingly before he says, "I think they're very sharp, but no it's only for company staffers. Our subcontractors can pretty much wear anything they like, and all that we ask is you be diplomatic. This is an allied outpost, and while we understand you might need to defend yourself and have a little fun, but do your best to follow the rules and not cause any trouble. So we've covered your pay rates etc is there any question you have?"

He walks back behind the workstation and hits a few yes and looks over the screen and nods. "Well we don't have any connection with Milya Tvorine, but we'd like you to not involve the media on this assignment. We want to see how it goes, and if things go well and we do business again we'd love the free advertising as well. Feel free to do interviews and the like though. We just have to think of the company."

"On a brighter note though let us know if you wish to purchase anything for the voyage like extra security, computers, and the like. We have many contacts that can get you things at a discount and if we think it's necessary we've given people credit or even paid for the item entirely."

Dash nodded and frowned slightly at the SLSC rep as he informed him that media entanglements were a "no go" on this trip. It made sense; this company had no idea whether or not Dash could do the job in the first place without any sort of foul up or interruption to their business. This was going to be a trial run for the both of them.

When the conversation came to purchasing equipment, Dash raised his hand and shook his head. "No offence, but I like my ship set up a certain way. It's taken me a number of years but it's just the way I like it. As for upgrades and the like, I have other connections for that sort of thing. However, I will keep it in mind if I'm stuck in this portion of the galaxy for a while. My people don't do a lot of business by mail." Dash let that sentence hang over the room for a second to see if the rep understood what he was really saying.

"If there's nothing else, do I need to sign anything as part of the paperwork for this job and what sort of schedule am I looking at? The sooner I can get turned around, the sooner you can pay me for the privilege." Dash said, finishing his drink and stepping around the table to shake the man's hand if that was all for business today.

 

[JudeRodney]

Never before had a shower felt so good. With all the crap that happened, and the dirt, sweat and blood (both human and zeta), the first thing Karl did after accepting combat duty was go back to his quarters and let the hot water run down his back for a good long time. More than anything, it help him to think on what to do next - his report.

What happened was nothing short of a disaster. Granted, a team of engineers would not be able to handle a squad of zetas, but had they done what they were trained to do, they would not have been torn up like they were. Unfortunately that would have to go on his report, along with his repeated attempts to maintain discipline and report his subordinates' violations.

As for bringing anyone along, he had considered Isis, but she was too badly injured to go anywhere anytime soon. Other than her, there was really no one he wanted to take with him. they could all go to hell, for all he cared.

With his report completed, he clicked the send button and went straight to bed. When the time came, he would report to wherever he needed to go and be done with this post, for good.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

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Nicola Beneletto

The visit to the cathedral is a moving experience for any citizen of the Empire. Great efforts have been made to remove any trace of the alien presents through ceremony and reconstruction, but it's clear this is not a terrestrial house of worship. Still though platforms that once held fierce looking alien warriors have been replaced by Saints of the Empire. With the Church being a state religion absorbing all ancient belief systems of the Earth humans it's become a diverse faith.

You look upon an impressive mural of Jesus one of the sons of the Empire as he leads a choir of angels and ancient imperial legionaries against hordes of demons. Mary Magdalene at his side carrying his banner with Mark Matthew and others depicted as warrior nights. Buddha is nearby in another mural walking with followers along the outside of a great haul of an ancient starship near a Buddhist Temple.

While there are many like you visiting the cathedral others come to make offerings and pray at the many different shrines about the massive structure. Monks and Holy Women are are also about taking to their duties though some are clearly in the role of teachers to the masses. Many orders are present either in black or brown robes with women being allowed headdresses rather then the hood and they also wear sashes for their specific order. The males wear the traditional heavy black belt with pouch and dagger.

While it seems like there is a convention of clergy in the main hall there are a few standouts that catch your attention. The Sisters of Forge and the Light are out in force. There members shave their heads but allow for a long braid and wear Gothic style makeup and custom battle armor. Today only a handful are wearing the armor, but each is followed by a group of acolytes. Several carry urns and banners, symbols of power of former members of their order.

There is also a young Abbess there and you quickly realize how a younger woman could hold such a post. Half her face is scared and she wears an eye-patch on that side though she's opted to replace her missing arm with a bio-mechanical replacement. She wears a simple cloak and chain-mail made from ultralight body armor adorned with her orders symbols. There order is known for making holy weapons...

The other impressive group that is there in great numbers is the Order of the Flaming Sword or the Hand of the Emperor. An ancient order founded centuries ago when the empire was little more then the solar system around earth. Noblemen's sons with few prospects for wealth, but who had a fanatical devotion were chosen. They still practice devotions that include tattooing, branding, and going out on to alien worlds with little more then a broad sword.

Today their members are all about in their crimson robes with black trim. Rope belts where their ceremonial yet deadly broadswords hang and many carry the Emperor's halberd. They're less pleasant then many of their peers and actually use the short pikes to push back onlookers who get to close.


Along with other emails from the hospital you receive one is from your pharmacy contact. He's hacked into the hospital's network and while he's staying away from what the military is up to he's got plenty of information for you if you're interested. Most likely he's accessing drug records, but that can benefit you as well. He does mention casually there is a great underground market for battle drugs. Any drugs that can enhance speed, strength, and improve endurance. There is a very profitable market among mercenaries, and while the military discourages it they do not actively search out sources.

Captain Dash Claynor III

Shidfar Nikamresh gives you a hardy handshake and gives you a nod. "Well sir let us know if we can help you with anything though. We have a lot of contacts and many times we can get things at cost for our valuated contractors. Just check your business inbox on your date slate and you'll find the contract. Just review it and sent it and then you can contact the supply warehouse, and they'll deliver and load the parts on your ship."

He walks back over to his desk top and his a few keys and looks over at you and says, "our operative on the planet will contact you midway and let you know any special instructions and keep you updated with the war situation. No matter what those parts get delivered though. We don't let our clients down even if they do sometimes."

The woman in the company blazer comes back in pushing a handcart. She takes off two duffel bags which are no surprise the company color on the floor next to you she smiles and says, "company sweatshirts, blankets, data pad covers, and water bottles. Oh I did include several cylinders of the beverage you just enjoyed, "she says with a smile before she walks off into the other room.

Shidfar Nikamresh smiles at you and gives you one last hardy handshake. "Good luck to you sir and let's make this the start of a good and profitable relationship."

Chief Engineer Karl McKay

You're work six robots have been busy around your quarters hooking up your computer system including server, workstations, and have a run a diagnostic on your personnel scout ship. They still have to inventory all the scrap metal you have in storage, but they'll get to it. Your home workshops is up and running and the robots hooked up their recharge station next to it. To your amusement as they recharge holographic images of sheep fly above it.

Another feature they did begin to install is one of the sleep pods. After your shower you find laying down it very restful and soon drift off without issue. One of the back generators is hooked up to this unit as well as other systems so even if something happens inside your living quarters that could prove hazardous you could ride it out in one of these pods which has enough room for two people.

Your robots have seem to have some affection for you or at the very least know how to take the initiative when the situation is updated. All your weapons systems have been thoroughly checked. They're all laying out on the work bench and it includes:

• One heavy blast rifle, but without a magazine and instead a power backpack giving you 75 shots before a brief recharge is necessary.
  
• One standard combat assault rifle, Four jumbo magazines, One crate of 800 rounds of armor piercing weapons
  
• Two heavy Fleet Blasters, Five blaster magazines, One blaster recharge unit

To improve security around your place though the robots have taken what can only be described as an interesting route. The 14" human looking robotic chess pieces you had for your board have been given additional programs including security. So once the lights are off and the power goes down 32 medieval style chess pieces patrol your quarters. They're a bit like heavily armed children, but they seem to be learning.

When you wake in the morning your report has been received and you're told to take two days off to relax and begin the selection process. You receive personnel files, and you're told that Isis is on the mend in a healing vat and should be back to duty within a week or so depending on the physicians report. You can visit her at Fleet hospital in Section 17 in a few days. The data files give you many technicians and sailors with not only good mechanical skills, but a variety of combat experience.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Captain Dash Claynor III

Shidfar Nikamresh gives you a hardy handshake and gives you a nod. "Well sir let us know if we can help you with anything though. We have a lot of contacts and many times we can get things at cost for our valuated contractors. Just check your business inbox on your date slate and you'll find the contract. Just review it and sent it and then you can contact the supply warehouse, and they'll deliver and load the parts on your ship."

He walks back over to his desk top and his a few keys and looks over at you and says, "our operative on the planet will contact you midway and let you know any special instructions and keep you updated with the war situation. No matter what those parts get delivered though. We don't let our clients down even if they do sometimes."

The woman in the company blazer comes back in pushing a handcart. She takes off two duffel bags which are no surprise the company color on the floor next to you she smiles and says, "company sweatshirts, blankets, data pad covers, and water bottles. Oh I did include several cylinders of the beverage you just enjoyed, "she says with a smile before she walks off into the other room.

Shidfar Nikamresh smiles at you and gives you one last hardy handshake. "Good luck to you sir and let's make this the start of a good and profitable relationship."

Dash smiled and shook Shidfar's hand. "I'm sure this will work out for our mutual benefit. I'll be in touch." Hefting the duffle bags onto his shoulders, Dash walked back into the entry where he saw the assistant that had brought in the cart. Walking up, Dash took a moment to admire the sharp blue uniform draped over the SLSC rep. Maybe an office job wouldn't be a bad thing if he wanted to retire from shipping.

"Thanks for the forethought to add in the canisters of drink. I'm sure I'll remember my friends at Sapphire Line whenever I drink it. Now, I know that Shidfar is a busy man and he made an offer to help load out my ship through your company. However, I don't know how what you're offering would work on my ship. Perhaps your trained eye might be able to see what I'm missing and what Sapphire Line might provide. My ship is docked at Bay... well, I'm sure you'll find it." Dash waited to see if he'd piqued her interest before turning to the door.

Dash caught the next transport to the docking area. Seeing that he beat the cargo's arrival, he walked into the dockmaster's office and looked around for someone to speak to about finding a room for when he came back to the station after this shipping trip.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Stomping her feet heavily as she made her way down the central concourse Tina shifted the heavy-duty case full of tools slung over her shoulder as she made her way back to the residence block she'd been assigned to. She'd been on the station for over three months now, but every lead for employment ended the same way.

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As soon as they asked about her medical history and she told them about her little hitchhiker the doors closed in her face. No-one wanted an employee hosting an unknown alien parasite on their back, even one Fleet Intelligence had deemed not a risk to the general populace.

It was starting to become bothersome, her years of first-hand experience with colony terraforming and environmental systems seemed to count for nothing while the short time she'd spent as the fucktoy for perverted aliens seemed to mark her out as an attraction for certain clientele in the shadier bars on the station. Once word of her condition had spread, which had been within hours of her release from immigration control, she'd started to receive offers both professional and personal from complete strangers willing to pay good money for her to perform sexual acts with them, to them or for them.

With her current limited stipend from what the Fleet termed 'Victim Support' Tina was barely able to afford any decent food, let alone any new clothes or equipment. She shifted uncomfortably at the reminder of her clothing situation, the 'standard-issue' thong she'd been given as part of her welcome package to the station riding up between her lips and putting unpleasantly pleasant pressure on the adornments 'granted' to her by her former captors. They'd told her the decorations were a form of rank insignia, earnt by her excellent performance as their pet, but she guessed they were more just another form of torture the sick perverts had made up to toy with her nubile young body.

Not that she was as young or as nubile as she once was anymore. Years of sustained abuse at the aliens' hands had taken their toll, and more than anything she feared for the fate of the six hybrid offspring which had been removed from her surgically and spirited away each time she'd become impregnated by one of the creatures, either accidentally or as part of one of their depraved experiments to learn more about human reproduction.

As she stopped at the crossroads Tina's eyes wandered over to the stripclub on the far corner, her hand dropping down to the duffel bag hanging at her hip. She'd packed the burlesque outfits, spare lingerie and sexy librarian costumes with the intention of selling them at the first opportunity, but now, with other employment prospects seeming few and far between Tina's options seemed to be forcing her hand.

Before making a decision the environmental technician/alien servicing whore pulled out her datapad and quickly scanned for any new entries, hoping something better than life on a stage being oogled and fondled by whatever creatures had the money to pay the cover charge would be on offer for her.

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: 1 sets of Work Overalls, 1 sets of Cheap Trashy Lingerie, 1 set of "boar tusks" Earrings
Carried Gear: 1 Work Duffel Bag (1 Hunting Knife, 1 Environmental Worker Data Slate, 10 sets of Cheap Trashy Lingerie complete with Heels, 6 Sexy Librarian Outfits, 8 Burlesque Costumes), 1 Work Case (1 set of Power Tools, 1 set of Hand Tools, 1 set of Environmental Technician Tools)

 

[littlesisters]

Stella Bremer

----- Laboratory(HAMMER Industries Special Projects Systems off branched site - 0800 Hrs.) -----

Stella walks in casually on her employer's newly established outsourced lab, while she was waltzing, she saw young upcoming men and women candidates lining up for some screening examination which is mot likely the same project she came through. Stella wasted no time in going to her designated area. Finally, a HAMMER security officer informed Stella that her "boss" is waiting for her.

HAMMER Security: "Mr. X is waiting for you at the conference room.

Stella didn't exchanged any acknowledgment to the guard, she passed by him passively as he stepped aside. As Stella goes inside, she saw nothing but a glowing circle on the floor, Stella stepped inside the blue glowing circle then suddenly it flickered to life firing upwards a holographic cylinder shaped scanner that scans Stella. After the scanning, Stella finally sees her boss through a hologram imagery. Mr. X is sitting in an ankle-knee cross while drinking a glass of Martini and smoking an expensive class of cigarette.

Mr. X: Specialist Stella.

*Mr. X blows out a round of smoke before drinking again. While Stella crosses her arms as if showing that she wasn't surprised.*

Stella: Mr. X, I thought we'd be meeting face-to-face.

Mr. X: A necessary precaution. Not unusual for people who know what you and I know.

Stella: You may be the reason why I am still breathing, but that doesn't mean I trust you.

Mr. X: Perhaps you should, after all I am the one who offered you not just a second chance but also a clandestine opportunity while you were running away from the army. Most importantly, you need to put your personal feelings aside, for humanity is up against a threat never encountered before.

Stella: And that's why you call me for an upcoming field test?

Mr. X: That's the purpose of the Project Perseus, I need to see for myself if HAMMER's very own super-soldier program would be humanity's edge against a sentient race far superior than us.

Stella: You could've trained an entire army for what you spent to make me a glorified killing machine.

Mr. X: You and I both know that this isn't a war that can be won by conventional means, Project Perseus is here to lessen the number of soldiers needed to be sent so that casualties will be mitigated as much as possible. And for the record I am not treating you like an expendable asset, as of now Project Perseus is still in its beta phase and HAMMER scientists are working around the clock to eliminate the high fatality rating as soon as possible. You are fortunate that even just having a 9% DNA compatibility your body managed to adapt to the genetic augmentation and survived the process.

Stella: Other than having my breasts expanded into 3 cup sizes as a side effect?

*Mr. X stares passively at Stella's breasts which are very visible from the silhouette of the catsuit.*

Mr. X: Consider that a bonus, not many female Perseus candidates get that boon after the augmentation procedure.

*Mr. X shows a holographic display of an alien weapon that looks like a hand-held rifle.*

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Mr. X: Now, for your first assignment I want you to field test this new weapon our alien allies gave to us, they said it belonged to the hostile alien and it might be better if humanity would use more advanced weaponry than the ones we are manufacturing. According to some of my eggheads, they say that this weapon is totally unique and very reliable due to its partial organic composition which gives it a self-repairing feature, thus, rendering the weapon maintenance free. The best part is it has microfusion cells which refills itself in just 5 seconds once you've expended it, virtually giving the weapon unlimited ammunition and eliminating the need for magazines and bullets. The weapon is already delivered to your quarters, take your time in getting used to it. For now enjoy the remaining weeks and make use of your spare time conditioning yourself, you will be having a tour in hell once this battle station reaches the enemy alien's interstellar territory.

After the briefing, Stella heads back to her quarters and took a bath, after bathing she checks all of her army issued equipment and weapons she smuggled out from an armory back in Earth during the time when she was still training to become a soldier, she checks each one carefully while wearing only a bathrobe.

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[divacarolina]

Nicola Beneletto

Nicola rose from her meditations and began walking across the cathedral's main hall. At 5'8 even without the heels she was wearing, she knew she stood out to anyone observing the crowd. Her skirt was a few inches above the knee, and with her long legs, she was probably catching a few extra glances for revealing a bit more than some would in a church. Distracted by her mild impropriety, some wouldn't notice the small gold pin on her blouse, a sword surrounded by tongues of flame. As the flames curled around the blade, there was a small gap to either side of the sword - a void in the midst of the flame.

Instead of approaching the monks directly, she circled around the edge of the crowd until she had a clear view of the men in the crimson robes. It wasn't clear quite what they were guarding, but with so many members of the order in one place, there must be something important to the safety of the Empire nearby. She had never seen more than one brother at a time before.

Her hair was pinned up and she pretended to adjust a strand, then tugged at her collar so the pin would reflect toward the monks. It was a token given by the order to its most generous supporters. As the emperor's favored disciples, the order received unimaginably large contributions from wealthy aristocrats from Earth and beyond, and Nicola's branch of the Beneletto family was no exception. With strict rules against most individual possessions, each brother remained poor while the order itself maintained secret stores of unknown trillions. Nicola knew that to use her connections with the order, her best bet would be to offer something more than money. She'd have to find something only she could offer, and with her scientific background and access to Section 17's research hospital she had a few ideas.

The crowd had begun to thin out as they realized they wouldn't permitted down the passage the monks seemed to be guarding. A monk caught her eye, and he briefly nodded down the hall, then looked away. At first, she wasn't sure what he meant by the look, but scanning across the hall she saw among the renovations a statue of one of the Hand of the Emperor's more controversial saints, a general responsible for conquering an alien race on the planet that would become one of the first off-world colonies.

As the crowd dispersed she drifted towards the statue, knowing it probably represented something related to the pin. She didn't know exactly what her pin stood for, only that it wasn't quite the same as others she'd seen at the secretive gatherings the order hosted to raise funds from its most generous contributors. The gap in the flames in the background seemed to symbolize some special dogma held only by a select few of the brothers.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the brother approaching and couldn't quite make out the tattoo on his wrist - but it seemed to match her pin. Even as she was wearing heels, he was several inches taller than her, certainly beyond six feet. His head was shaved, but not recently - the stubble looked unruly. He was still carrying the halberd he'd lowered just a hint towards the crowd recently. He moved quietly but the halberd seemed to weigh almost nothing in his hands.

He nodded at her and then waited for her to respond, staring her down - she knew she wasn't the only woman who found the brothers of the order a bit fascinating. She caught herself blushing. She thought over the scandal of seducing a warrior monk while separated from her husband, and guessed it would probably be worth it. Might even make her husband jealous.

"Peace of the void be with you", she said, trying to remember the phrase she'd heard the brothers exchange at the fundraiser she'd attended. He just nodded again. She guessed that even if she'd gotten it right, he probably figured she didn't understand its significance.

She didn't feel she could turn back at this stage. To have the pin, to know even that it had meaning, marked her as someone willing to break the station's regulations or worse. The order's lay supporters were expected to obey without question - knowledge of the empire's real inner workings was the perk that paid returns beyond any financial donation. She continued -

"I'm here working in the hospital - we're doing some research you may find interesting. Some promising compounds that seem to increase strength and other attributes that would help any fighter. Perhaps I could arrange a sample for the order, or access to some of the experiments for you to view the results?"

He watched her for another moment before responding.

"Perhaps. Give me a way to contact you. If the Hand can use you, we'll let you know."

She handed him a printed card with her name and email address - another of her extravagances that stood out on a station where some residents lived out of backpacks. The thick engraved cards were unnecessary when all communication was electronic. In a case like this, using a physical card was an advantage. Only she knew who she'd given it to and why, without leaving an electronic trail.

As he walked away, she bit her lip watching the way his shoulders moved - he never stopped scanning the hall. No one could have approached him without his knowledge. She wondered what he looked like beneath the robe.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

With your coffee like substance and company chotchkies you head out back into the station. Before you leave though the attractive blue blazer wearing woman assures you that things will be put in place to make your mission for the company easier. You don't find out what she means until later, but you seem to have the full support of the home office. It's curious about them and the referral that brought you here though.

The transport ride over is pleasant enough shared with a variety of civilian technicians, and a few aliens. A Syreen female has several potted plants in a hand cart, and a reptilian alien has a stack of metal containers smelling like a hot lunch. One of the human workers inquirers and the lizard happily opens one of the boxes and shows the human it's filled with yellow rice and large chunks of chicken or at least you think it's chicken. A trade is stuck for a small power tool and the worker has a hot lunch.

The Dock master's office for Section 17 is a busy place and despite many advances you end up waiting in a seating area until you're called by one of the assistance. A chubby man with a bushy mustache wearing the uniform of Fleet reserves greets you and happily gives you a data slate download of housing options. He does give you a brief run through though and tells you all the options are on the file and you just need to contact them before you return.

They range from the public bays which you use now and a small room nearby to multiple bays and large living areas meant for the larger medium size vessels that can still dock inside the station. He outlines a few options for you though including private bays with storage and standard living areas to bays with multiple living quarters. Then there are options like workshops, conference rooms, and control centers. The fees are clearly listed and you can pay in cargo if the situation get's tight.

When you do make it back to the area where your ship has been waiting you find some interesting things. Firstly the cargo has been loaded by master cargo workers and there is actually extra space. Secondly they actually cleaned after they completed their work and the ship looks in very good shape. Thirdly it the most interesting development. There are three armed combat security robots there to greet you at the space dock.

The lead unit address you, "Greetings Captain we're here to escort the cargo as per company policy. We will travel with you and return. We simply need access to a power hookup, and one of us will always be on duty. Do you have any instructions?"


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[such_a_bad_man]

When you do make it back to the area where your ship has been waiting you find some interesting things. Firstly the cargo has been loaded by master cargo workers and there is actually extra space. Secondly they actually cleaned after they completed their work and the ship looks in very good shape. Thirdly it the most interesting development. There are three armed combat security robots there to greet you at the space dock.

The lead unit address you, "Greetings Captain we're here to escort the cargo as per company policy. We will travel with you and return. We simply need access to a power hookup, and one of us will always be on duty. Do you have any instructions?"

Dash was flipping through the images of the possible bays he could use as a residence when he got back when he heard a robotic voice commanding someone or something. Looking up, he saw the 3 robots standing beside his entrance ramp. Immediately, his eyes narrowed. Why was SLSC so insistent on packing along extra security on this run? Did they really not trust him? Maybe Dash wasn't meant to inspect the cargo and these 'bots are here to ensure he doesn't sneak a peak. These questions and more bounced around the walls of his skull as he walked to his ship.

The "leader" seemed cheerful enough, though his domed head was a little off putting. Dash had no problems with droids. He had assembled a few himself in his younger days, but something about this style of helmet was especially disturbing. The rep hadn't said anything about sending droids along on his ship. Dash turned to his data pad without answering the droid and began scanning the contract. Maybe they had buried such a detail down in the fine print. Hearing the droid shifting, he looked up.

"Sure, I'll check this later. I'll show you were you can jack in." Dash walked past the droids and up the ramp, heading toward one of his cargo pods. This one he kept mostly empty for return trips and a work space. Pushing aside a mostly open table, he showed the droid a power point. "That should be high enough wattage for the 3 of you." Dash left them to it as he went to double check the loaded cargo. He wasn't sure how they went about the loading process, but it was better than what he would have done.

There wasn't much else for it but to get underway. With a sigh, Dash went to his cabin and unloaded most of the equipment he carried with him when he was away from the ship, filling his footlocker with all manner of guns and tools before finally hanging up his long coat. Settling in to his pilot's seat, the same usual blissful calm settled over him and he went about the process of asking for clearance to take off. He knew he'd be back, but he'd need some cash in his pocket to truly take advantage of all the things the station had to offer. His trip here had been a wash, even with the extra bump from his side job for the station commander.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Things could be worse then life on the Battlestation, but they certainly could be better. The housing isn't that bad, but there are reasons nobody purchases these units during the housing boom when the expedition was first announced. First almost all of them are above a store of some type, and in some cases like your neighbors on the other side of the street there are three levels of store front doing business at all hours. With the Fleet someone is always on duty so business hours are around the clock.

The other issue is your living quarters aren't like most other buildings. They aren't the automatic two level deals that most people enjoy on the station. You still have a storage area, but it's on the same level along with everything else. There is also a strange "shrine rooms" that has stone carvings against the wall. The archaeologists assigned to Fleet Intelligence say they're for quite reflection and animal sacrifice, but sadly you know better. They aren't as well polished in general, but everything works.

Your neighbors are a human terrafarming clan named Meyer that lived a life similar to you. The family includes Karen Meyer a nurse, Joel Meyer a heavy machine operator, their son James Meyer a technician, their daughter Iris Meyer is a cook. Also there is Mary q survivor adoption though she's technically and adult but she's in combat nurse training. They've been friendly and thanks to Iris always have plenty of food to share. He's used your kitchen a few times for extra baking, but has always left you a basket of goodies.

There is also "Raquelle" and "Blaze" to survivor refugee "sisters" who live across the hall and have an arts and crafts business which includes leather work. Mostly gift baskets and the like, but their real money comes from the shady strip clubs that rent small rooms to dancers and don't observe what they're up too. The girls are friendly enough and don't bring their work home with them, but they're clearly making more then enough to get off of assistance. They often barter with clients so always have stuff to trade.

There is one other vacant unit after the family moved out with the children going to grandparents and the parents both taking jobs on an alien barque. The other two closest units are occupied by strange, but friendly enough aliens. One group 7 that you're not sure are friends or family but they all play in a band. Many describe them as "stringbean aliens" sine they're tall vegetable aliens. They practice their music which sounds a bit like jazz all of the time though. They work the local cafes and bars and you've seen them out on the street a few times.

The other family are of another group of unclassified (at least by Fleet anyway) are a short fury family of 8 humanoids that look like beavers. You often find the children playing in the halls a strange game that is a bit like hockey. They also can't leave anything mechanical alone. They're always bring something back to mess with and are perfectly happy to do that to any machines around the building to their parent's dread. Their parents work for one of their electrical companies, and are very skilled with tools and getting in tight access areas.

The Strip club Wild Things is busy as always with street vendors trying to sell food, drink, and even flowers to those waiting online. The place is more on the up and up with a lot crammed into a small space, but girls have been known to pass along contact information. Through the window you see a bartender juggling flaming bottles. You have to wonder if people in the apartments above get any sleep with that place.

Your data slate hums to life and thanks to your past searches a number of options come up for your area. The jobs range, but for the most part they follow your searches. Some options are just blanket sent to everyone.

**(OOC: These are jobs offered all over Section 17)

The local community watch is being reinforced by the civilian police, and is offering part time positions for anyone who wants to patrol their buildings. Weapons and equipment offered free of charge.

Section 17 Local Union for River Tenders & Recycling Systems Engineers is hiring technicians to maintain the local water systems. They have a training program and offer good pay with regular work at the station.

Broadcast Cargo a Space barge company is offering jobs as deck hands and cooks. They'll be hauling large equipment to the allied planets that continue terrafarming and are building defense installations.

Ad and information
The Triceratons have secured two large compounds in Section 17 and have the need for more personnel until they have more of their own people on board. Right now it's a large group of males and only a handful of females who are either wives of leaders and or scientists working on setting up their egg laying machine. It can produce up to 800 young warriors if done correctly, but the science is new. Since it's development a robust and large Empire has only grown.

Right now they're offering a host of different positions and one only needs to apply at their liaison building at the gate of their compound. They proudly display Zeta skulls on the walls, and up until a few days ago displayed human empire skulls. Also noted is they're having a number of human "boxing" (while blood sports they promise medical treatment and matches aren't to the death)competitions for Empire Silver.

The Survivor's Processing Center in in Section 17 is setting up offices in the local Fleet Civilian hospital. They're looking for office personnel, maintenance workers, and even councilors. They're offering training for emergency medical technicians and security forces. Survivors who meet standards have first preference of work.

MacLaren's Pub & Grub one of the best known chain restaurants in the galaxy is looking for managers and servers. Typical bar food and drinks....the same at every location. Generic deep fried delights. They're appearing on what seems like every block, and now one is being built in your neighborhood.

*They just made the local news because they setup one location and while working on what was to be an additional bar in their basement they discovered another hidden cell of alien fighters. The staff fought along side Fleet members and continued to handle the dinner rush. They won the "battle of the pool room," and scored a great PR victory.

Annex Inc. has acquired a large complex that the aliens probably used for their own research. They're filling a number of engineering and scientific positions and are looking for advisers with military experience especially on the frontier.

**Annex Inc. a well known Empire defense contractor that dates back to World War IV when humans only fought humans is setting up new facilities. They've set it up as their special weapons division and isn't far from the joint Fleet hospital, and in fact SWD is a partnership between them and the International Frontier Institute. They're a think tank that has a relations with the Imperial Court and Fleet intelligence. They have bishops, military governors, and academics on their board.

Xenonauts is a privateer fleet with 11 Heavy Aegir Class Destroyers. They're looking for "hardy" recruits willing to fight and board alien craft on the frontier. They have several letters of marque, and while they don't offer a wage they offer medical and large cuts of prize money. The more skills you bring the more shares you receive.

*** Their SOP is often to fight and badly damage the larger alien craft and board and take whatever they can. They're known for their brutal treatment of aliens and an unsavory reputation when it comes to smuggling. They're part of the human renegade fleet or Brotherhood of the Frontier. The peaceful aliens have to rely on them more then they'd like.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Specialist Stella Bremer

At least your quarters are comfortable, and despite a new name you're surrounded by familiar objects and memories. You also have an unauthorized arsenal which would put most Fleet Marines to shame. The bath was very enjoyable and the tub appears to have room for several people which is curious since the aliens are roughly human size. Still the water jets are heavenly and you know you're very clean.

You have your weapons spread out on clear packing plastic in the middle of the floor and it appears everything is in good condition. No need for repairs or replacement. You could go on operation tomorrow. The new captured alien weapon is sitting on a custom made box that has a keypad and very secure locks. While the allies captured a ton of weapons when they took the station this one stands out as unique and few have access to them outside the allied nations. A covert weapon for a secret operative.

Not long after finishing when you're debating what to do next the digital bell goes off at your front door. When you look at the monitor for the front camera you see someone in a hoodie putting down a package and running off. By the time you get to the door the package is sitting there and it is familiar you. HAMMER Industries is a strange place to work, but among the more typical oddities is how they transport documents and items internally. The have metallic silver boxes for everything they pass internally, and this one opens up with a fingerprint ID.

If you were to open it you find several items inside. An print out of a note from Mr. X, an encrypted data file, a package of cigars, a lacey High End red thong and a bottle of off brand vodka.

The note printed on fine paper is from the boss. He tells you to read the file within the next few hours and get ready to move within the next 8 hours. Also to enjoy the cigars and vodka after the successful operation. He does mention he'd love a selfie of you in the thong.

The vodka and the cigars you believe are the brands you believe he enjoys. You'd think someone with his money and power would enjoy something more high end.

The thong is new with a price tag still on it.

The data file tells an interesting tale and has a lot of attachments giving you the layout of a strip club named Pleasure Perks as well as diagrams of the surrounding area. It reads more like a casual memo then a military action plan, but you don't have any questions by the time you read the whole thing.

It appears one of the groups of aliens left dormant on the ship was more prepared and much more sneaky then their peers. While you've heard of fights and people going missing in every section it seems section 17 has a particular problem. More then a few terror cells are active, but the worst operation is the one you're going to deal with.

According to an informant in Army Intelligence (who just retired to the private sector) a number of Zeta aliens, he believes 6 took over the strip club mentioned above. They had the help of at least 4 human collaborators who are members of a new pro-alien cult. This happened why the club was being formed and they have staffed it with cloned human females. The place is moderately popular, but don't go to the VIP room.

"Preferred" customers go in and are drugged and dumped down an old access elevator and brought down to a old cargo storage area. There they're kept as food for at least 1 chryssalid queen and her spawn. She lays about 30 eggs in every cycle and isn't exactly mobile in that time. She stays close and keeps them warm and protected until they're born. The first ones to be born are warriors, but after that you could get at least 2 queens every cycle. This all isn't set in stone, but you know what could happen if this get's out of hand?

You have only a little time to take action before Fleet goes in there in force! The do that and there could be lot's of deaths and other problems. You go in there and cut them down before things get out of hand and well kid there could be looking at a bonus and a few other rewards. Fuck up you're alien chow or I've heard they like to rape captives. So show me what that weapon can do in your hands.

Clock is ticking and I know this package has been open and read.


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[JawnKarTurr]

Civilian Consultant to Fleet Nicola Beneletto

The rest of your visit to the holy site goes without incident. Monks and laymen are busy working on the cathedral to make sure it's in good order for the reclaiming day which is coming soon. Still though many of the faithful in section 17 are making the trip to pay their respects. Noble and average citizen alike along with curious alien visitors.

While all go to the shrines and look over the new art only construction barricades keep people from accessing all of the cathedral, but for one area. If one was to view the Gothic style building around the main pyramid building one would see another attached building jutting out like a the bottom portion of a letter "T".

Like similar Terran holy sites it's safe to assume that is the living quarters and administrative area of the cathedral. While this section is much bigger it isn't out of place with the other alien buildings. Initiate brothers in light brown robes happily tend trees and shrubs around the area, but by the large door ways, all of them there is always a pair of church knights in heavy battle armor standing watch. The blast weapons they carry are normally reserved as infantry support weapons.

Whenever you do get home Charmian is happy to report she's cleaned the place, setup the workout area, and has made chicken soup with noodles which is on the stove. She also reports you received a package that was delivered by a monk. The man didn't wish to give his name, but blessed her "mechanical soul" and instructed it for your eyes only. She placed it in your work area on a table.

The package is a fine handcrafted wooden box with a number of rose symbols carved into it that are associated with the line of Empresses. It easily opens and you find several items inside.

• A long set of prayer beads with different icons on it. These are used by the Sisters of Croydon Abbey who still maintain a chapter in London back on terra. These are originals.
  
• A long pure white silk slip. The kind women wear when performing meditations and prayer in private long with sandals that a nun would wear.
  
• 7 alter candles and 1 tapestry of a rising sun.
  
• 1 Package of newly order and numbered scientist scrubs (2 sets), 1 lab coat, and medical crocs. Included is a silver chain with the symbol of knights Hospitaller on it (full members have gold), and church undergarments.
  
• 1 Hospital Chaplin's Pass key. These have almost unlimited access around the hospital, but this one clearly notes it's for visiting clergy and has an expiration date of one week. Your digital picture is on it, a common thing for visiting staff.
  
• 1 official church attache case. They're carried by diplomatic couriers, and has a small compartment for easy access to a dagger.
  
• 3 glass bottles of wine made in the church vineyards wrapped in cloth. Inside you find a note....The note is written on heavy church paper and is actually done by hand.

The church is always in the need of arms to defend its gates and protect the faithful. We have accepted your offer and wish for you to take all the samples and data you can without being detected. We have give all you need, and once completed you may bring the case to Brother Adam who is currently tending the gardens outside the shrine at the hospital. There will be earthy and spiritual rewards.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

The computers of the Swallowtailrun through their regular checks and all systems begin reporting more then satisfactory checks. The ship is running well and the navigation computer puts up several different ship routes to your destination. The news feed gives you a pretty good idea of what's going on along with the standard reports the Fleet issues. Neither are to far apart in their facts, but presentations vary.

More then a few alien raiding task forces are operating in and around your destination, but you should be able to make it through without incident like most craft. For those traveling being near the station with it's patrols and heavy tragic it's safe. Most allied planets are on a defensive posture so their fleets will protect new arrivals, so the only real danger is the space in between. "Raiders Alley" isn't a place to get caught, so always be careful where you come out of jump.

One of the robots walks the hallways between the different cargo areas weapon in hand. Any encounters are pleasant enough, and the other two are recharging. They can quickly come back to full active status in a matter of seconds though. The robot does react to a banging though and when you look outside you see two lizard aliens in cloaks common for their merchant class. They're outside with a large pile of food containers on a work skiff.

There is an older one and young one and it seems the older one was doing his best to get your attention. Once he sees that he has your attention he stops waving and yells out," Need fresh food for trip? Three meals each container, how many you want? All fresh food and drink."

He steps back and points to several liquid cylinders, and the other lizard takes the lids off two large pots showing what looks like stew and chowder. The older lizard of the two continues and says, "you buy all the food you need or you take my son. I have many sons but this one he cook, he work as deck hand, and he tough."

The younger lizard man smiles a toothy grin and gestures to the heavy blaster and long knife on his belt. He smirks and says, "I killed 14 boarders on Captain Hector Adonijah Brogley ship The Golden Pride where is was cook. You look and see. I kill 10 pirates and 4 combat robots, " He says hissing at the robot standing next to you.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

The local community watch is being reinforced by the civilian police, and is offering part time positions for anyone who wants to patrol their buildings. Weapons and equipment offered free of charge.

Section 17 Local Union for River Tenders & Recycling Systems Engineers is hiring technicians to maintain the local water systems. They have a training program and offer good pay with regular work at the station.

The Survivor's Processing Center in in Section 17 is setting up offices in the local Fleet Civilian hospital. They're looking for office personnel, maintenance workers, and even councilors. They're offering training for emergency medical technicians and security forces. Survivors who meet standards have first preference of work.

Annex Inc. has acquired a large complex that the aliens probably used for their own research. They're filling a number of engineering and scientific positions and are looking for advisers with military experience especially on the frontier.

Xenonauts is a privateer fleet with 11 Heavy Aegir Class Destroyers. They're looking for "hardy" recruits willing to fight and board alien craft on the frontier.

As she lounged on the street corner Tina's eyes darted over the information on her slate. Quickly discarding several, placing them n her 'For Review' folder in case the other options didn't pan out Tina called up further information on the rest.

The Systems Tech job sounded like something the old her would've jumped at straight away. Her skills and talent at repairing filtration systems made the job almost a perfect fit, but since her imprisonment Tina's more vicious side needed airing too, and the job sounded a little too safe and she'd really prefer the chance to hit something other than a recalcitrant water pipe every once in a while.

Annes Inc. sounded promising, and if they had ties to Fleet Intelligence the recent arrival may be able to make use of all those 'counselling' sessions and invasive medical tests they'd performed to get herself a little leverage into employment with them. And speaking of connections the cute young desk worker at the Survivor's Processing Center had certainly let it be known that he'd be willing to help her out in any number of ways, and although she doubted he'd meant an offer of employment he was sure to be favourable to having the former sex slave working in close proximity, where he would at least be able to 'keep and eye on her' on a daily basis.

For a moment her eyes danced over the Triceratons' offer, but she could feel Junior squirming at the mere thought of working for aliens so soon after her previous imprisonment, especially since the advert almost made it sound like they needed females to keep their soldiers company while setting up a breeding programme, something which had Tina flinching at the thought of.

Tapping her fingers on the Xenonauts and local watch posts Tina considered them both for a moment. Her little companion certainly gave her an edge in a fight but she hadn't really had the opportunity to train herself up in real combat. Both offers sounded like she'd get some experience there, along with some newer, better equipment than the junk she'd been managed to salvage from her Fast-Attack Assault Raider.

With a quick decisive tap TIna posted off her credentials to all five of the prospective employers with a heavy sigh. In most likelihood she'd shortly hear back from them with a polite but dismissive message letting her know they weren't interested, just as she'd read hundreds of time before over the last few weeks.

Finally the technician turned down the streets and headed towards the leather works shop own by the two girls who seemed a lot more intimate with each other than true siblings ought to be, but she wasn't really one to judge and with things like incest it was always best to keep it in the family. Stepping through the door Tina was immediately greeted with Blaze's welcoming smile.

"Hey girl, how's it going?" The sprightly Syreen asked as she stepped around the counter and handed Tina a cool drink. The blue-skinned girl and her 'sister' had been good friends over the last few weeks and it was getting to the point where Tina got the impression the two of them would soon be making her an offer of employment in their side business if she didn't manage to find something more salubrious.

"Not too good," the technician replied, shaking her head and she dropped her toolkit on the floor and lifted her duffel up onto the counter. "They took one look at the little guy and kicked me out as fast as I could run. You know they've got a trained Hubrix in there which they feed unwanted guests to? It almost had my arms off!"

"Oh, poor thing," Blaze said as she fingers the duffel with curiosity, "But you came bearing gifts?"

Opening the bag wide Tina showed the artisan the collection of clothing she had inside. "This is some of the junk they issued me when I arrived, as well as some piece that were left on my ship when I... acquired it." Almost everyone locally knew about the circumstances of Tina's arrival, and the small scout/fighter packed with refugees she'd brought with her, and tended to look the other way to her having looted the vessel before Fleet Intelligence took it away for 'inspection'.

"Ooo, there's some nice pieces in here. Are you sure you don't want them?" Blaze asked, holding up a particularly garish slashed one-piece which would leave her naked body almost spilling out, and on Tina would've made her genetically enhanced chest even more of a display.

Pushing the duffel across the counter Tina wrinkled her nose with distaste. "I'm ready to be rid of the lot of them, but just need to find the right seller. Any ideas?"

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: 1 sets of Work Overalls, 1 sets of Cheap Trashy Lingerie, 1 set of "boar tusks" Earrings
Carried Gear: 1 Work Duffel Bag (1 Hunting Knife, 1 Environmental Worker Data Slate, 10 sets of Cheap Trashy Lingerie complete with Heels, 6 Sexy Librarian Outfits, 8 Burlesque Costumes), 1 Work Case (1 set of Power Tools, 1 set of Hand Tools, 1 set of Environmental Technician Tools)

 

[such_a_bad_man]

The computers of the Swallowtailrun through their regular checks and all systems begin reporting more then satisfactory checks. The ship is running well and the navigation computer puts up several different ship routes to your destination. The news feed gives you a pretty good idea of what's going on along with the standard reports the Fleet issues. Neither are to far apart in their facts, but presentations vary.

More then a few alien raiding task forces are operating in and around your destination, but you should be able to make it through without incident like most craft. For those traveling being near the station with it's patrols and heavy tragic it's safe. Most allied planets are on a defensive posture so their fleets will protect new arrivals, so the only real danger is the space in between. "Raiders Alley" isn't a place to get caught, so always be careful where you come out of jump.

One of the robots walks the hallways between the different cargo areas weapon in hand. Any encounters are pleasant enough, and the other two are recharging. They can quickly come back to full active status in a matter of seconds though. The robot does react to a banging though and when you look outside you see two lizard aliens in cloaks common for their merchant class. They're outside with a large pile of food containers on a work skiff.

There is an older one and young one and it seems the older one was doing his best to get your attention. Once he sees that he has your attention he stops waving and yells out," Need fresh food for trip? Three meals each container, how many you want? All fresh food and drink."

He steps back and points to several liquid cylinders, and the other lizard takes the lids off two large pots showing what looks like stew and chowder. The older lizard of the two continues and says, "you buy all the food you need or you take my son. I have many sons but this one he cook, he work as deck hand, and he tough."

The younger lizard man smiles a toothy grin and gestures to the heavy blaster and long knife on his belt. He smirks and says, "I killed 14 boarders on Captain Hector Adonijah Brogley ship The Golden Pride where is was cook. You look and see. I kill 10 pirates and 4 combat robots, " He says hissing at the robot standing next to you.

Dash sat, cross-referencing his news updates and his proposed hyper-space routes, while the new droids patrolled his ship one more time for stow-aways, etc. He didn't much care for elongating his jumps to avoid raiders, but this was his first job with a new company. He may have to to make a good first impression by keeping the cargo as safe as possible.

Dash was midway through plotting a viable alternative course when he heard the banging from outside. He sighed deeply as he had a feeling about what it was. Looking outside, he nodded slowly. As usual, the dockworkers were out in force, trying to make an easy buck off of captains that hadn't planned ahead. Still, he wasn't so uncouth as to send them away without hearing them out.

As the lids came off, Dash's stomach did let him know how good the food smelled. In all honesty, it had been some time since he had tasted a handmade soup and not something that was a reasonable facsimile. His demeanor changed as soon as the man started insisting on taking his son along. It also was troubling to hear the young lizard admit to how many men he had killed. A real professional didn't keep track of that sort of thing.

"I must say, sir, that soup is pretty tasty, but I'm hard pressed for space as it is. My employer stuck me with some travel companions..." Dash gestured over his shoulder at the guard robot. "So space is at an even higher premium on this run. As for your boy, I'm afraid he wouldn't have much to do but sit and get fat on your wonderful soup if I were to take him along. This is just an A to B delivery job, not the sort of fun and excitement as befits a man of his energy." Dash clapped the youngster on the shoulder and gave him a smile.

"You might try the next ship over. I hear they are always in need of bodies." Dash had seen the ship he'd referred to when he came in. They were in dry dock for at least a month's worth of engine repairs. If nothing else, he'd be able to get out of here while the two of them were checking in with them.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

As the sisters look over the garments commenting and deciding what they'd like to keep your data slate flashes a few times as message come back.

The local community watch board is happy to take your application and says to come by to the closest location to your building to have an interview. No appointment necessary, but more interviewers are available between 0900 and 1800. It tells you that there is a survivor's center a few blocks over where they have space.

Section 17 Local Union for River Tenders & Recycling Systems Engineers gives you a standard response and it say you passed the initial scan, so just come by to the union hall and sit for the test at one of the terminals. You'll be graded and in the training program or sent directly into the field depending on how proficient.

The Survivor's Processing Center sends you a note saying you're in the pool for possible candidates at the hospital. Also they've received several harassment complaints from females coming through the center about your "friend" and are asking you to fill out a report if you had any issues with him. Seems he was doing some things with females in the reserve file rooms.

Annex Inc. actually sends you personalized email from a real person working for Personnel Resources! They're very interested in talking to you about alien technology and what it would take to fight these savage creatures. They're asking if you're interested consulting or working for the company. Either way they'd like you to contact them at your earliest convenience.

As a show of good faith though they've contacted Fleet Intelligence who says it was an "oversight" not to pay you the Bounty for the craft you turned over to the Fleet. You'll find that your survivor account will be credited with the amount for the capture of a Fast-Attack Assault Raider, and a generous bonus for the other items left on the ship. Please contact us too.

* Your bank balance does beep and interestingly enough there is a very large deposit which is greater then one might get for capturing a craft alone. What's more is it's in Empire Silver Certificates. You can spend these anywhere and from the finest bank to a black marketeer will take them.

Xenonautsrespond as well and the reply back is positive. They like having hardened alien fighters especially with so many rough recruits joining up. A good killer will always rally the ***scrubs, the scum, and the spaceport rats.

Scrubs men and women who are from some army on some planet recruited in mass and barely trained. They're brawlers...

Scum take the above group, but rather then grabbed from farms and factories they were taken from prisons first.

Spaceport Rats can be both good and bad. They are adaptable and have all kinds of skill sets. They'll sign on to do just about anything on board ship.


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Raquelle and Blaze's shop isn't much more then a prefabricated shack on the unusually wide side walks, but they're just one of many who are plying their trades hoping to get enough money for one of the store fronts. Those are mostly high end items, but for the masses vendor booths like these are how most do business, and the Empire Credits Dispenser and two vending machines in near the entrance show that they're part of the business community.

The blue skinned women go through the pile of clothes putting aside ones that will look good with their skin tone and talk as you read your data slate. When you look up they nod and Raquelle says, "We'll take these six they look fun and they'll fit. We can take the rest off your hands and hang them with the fetish stuff," she gestures to the items behind a tapestry.

"We can display them, and we'll send some messages out to some dancers we know. I'm sure they'll be interested in buying or trading. Give us a week or so? We'll pay you for the ones we like." The both start giggling.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

The older lizard rubs his chin and nods in agreement about moving on, but he's not going to give up so easily. In the Empire there are more then a few species that fall under the broad definition of lizard men, but these are Dossk a desert dwelling nomadic people who are known as merchant warriors. Meet one at a dock side bar he'll gladly take your coin to kill the next man at the bar and before you leave will happily sell you his belongings. Still once they sign a contract or are otherwise commissioned to do work they're loyal to a fault.

"It's always good to take a warrior with you, but if you don't fine. We come back next time after you have viewed references. A captain should be free to pilot his ship"

He hands you a small data card like many vendors have before saying, "you do need to eat though. How many containers do you wish? Or perhaps just soup and rice? We have cabbage grown on the station in stew, and fresh loaves of bread, ah and Syreen root beer. I enjoy sweet drinks. Fresh food is always better then just rations."

His son looks a little disappointed and walks back by a bedroll and pack on the end of the hover skiff. He leans against it as he watches his father try to sell you on the food. It does smell very good though. Whatever you decide you should get underway soon. While you might not want to take these strangers going solo might not always be the best thing.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

"Hang on a second, I might have some good news," Tina said as she checked her slate for updates. With a smile she quickly opened the messages pending, surprised to get a response from them all so quickly. Before her capture and confinement the environmental tech had been used to living on frontier worlds where pigeon post wasn't just a saying but a fact of life and the marvels of the station

The responses from both the Community Watch and the Engineers' Union seemed to be polite brush offs, while they'd no give her an outright 'no' straight away they'd be sure to show her the door as soon as the topic of her 'little friend' came up, and the Survivors' Centre was definitely a brush off. 'Pool of Candidates' was code for 'We've already found someone better than you, but they haven't formally accepted the job yet'.

The last two messages though got Tina's heart racing. Annex sounded like they'd be willing to bend over backwards, lube themselves up and help fasten the straps for her to royally fuck them in exchange for her time, and with the offer of consultation work she could still take up the Xenonauts' offer of combat at the same time. What really made her gush was the comment about her financial reimbursement for the fighter craft she'd 'voluntarily' handed over to Fleet Intelligence. Finally, after months of scrimping every penny she could get her hands on, as well as doing several things in back alleys which she really wasn't proud of just to afford food, she had some money to spend.

Pushing the duffel over the counter towards Blaze Tina smiled at her friend. "Y'know what, why don't you just take the stuff as part-exchange for the bodysuit?" She said, nodding over to the centrepiece of the shop's display, a fully-sealed drexilian leather-composite suit complete with bioelectric channelling and internal Syreenian silk lining. The thing was a piece of art, and Tina had been drooling over the possible things she could do with it and just a few spare parts carefully added to its design.

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: 1 sets of Work Overalls, 1 sets of Cheap Trashy Lingerie, 1 set of "boar tusks" Earrings
Carried Gear: 1 Work Duffel Bag (1 Hunting Knife, 1 Environmental Worker Data Slate, 10 sets of Cheap Trashy Lingerie complete with Heels, 6 Sexy Librarian Outfits, 8 Burlesque Costumes), 1 Work Case (1 set of Power Tools, 1 set of Hand Tools, 1 set of Environmental Technician Tools)

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Dash rubbed his chin. As usual, it wasn't going to be so easy to get rid of this persistent cook and his boy. He'd escaped the initial gambit of him trying to get his boy on a ship, but getting out of his food offer was going to be something else. He looked at the steaming containers and his stomach lurched again. His lunch had been a while ago at this point, but he wasn't going to let his body make his decision for him.

"Tell you what, I will take a sample for my dinner tonight. It will save me a trip back to the residential district as I'm already running late to take off. If I like it, I'll let you fill my galley for the next trip. How's that sound?" Dash waited, curious if that would end things and he could get on his way. Dossk are descended from desert lizards; tenacious survival is how they became a sentient species. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be the end of it.

 

[JudeRodney]

Karl decided to make the most of his days off, but how to do it? He was going into combat situations, meaning he might not be coming back. Might as well do something daring, he thought to himself.

That left what to do. He wanted to push his limits, but he did not want to do anything that would potentially get himself hurt. Something social, then. He's been dancing, before (and totally sucked at it). He'd been to a strip club once or twice - Even had a lap dance, once. The beach, he had been to a bunch, and he knew how to swim, but what if...

He realized that he had never been to the nude beach, before. That was what he'd do! All he would have to do was pack everything he usually did for a trip to the beach, except his swim trunks. After just a few minutes, he was on his way.
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"Here we go," Karl sighed to himself. He was standing at the exit to his changing room naked, except for the towel over his shoulder. It was his first time going in public and his excitement showed in more ways than one! He had gotten quite erect at the prospect of what he was doing, and was unsure how to handle it.

Peeking outside, he realized that very few people were even paying attention to each other's nakedness. Why would they even pay attention to him? Still there was the fact that he could see no man displaying any kind of arousal. Determined to make the best of things, he simply draped the towel to cover his erection and took the bold step out into the sun.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Mistress Indodakazi

Determined to make the best of things, he simply draped the towel to cover his erection and took the bold step out into the sun.

As she lay back on the beach, her helmet the only apparel covering her body as it filtered out the screaming cries of the creatures surrounding her, Kazi found her attention drawn to the newcomer. The male was the first she'd seen properly displaying his full manhood it a way which seemed to suggest he was seeking a willing mate, and licking her pursed lips the alien trade envoy let her mind contemplate adding another species to her ever growing collection.

Lifting herself up to her full height the Cho made her way over to the man, her head a full foot higher than his own as she stepped up in front of him. "I see you're a man unafraid to display himself," Kazi stated openly, smiling inside her metal helmet. "This one has the pleasure of being named Mistress Indodakazi, a trade representative of my people and very much interested in forming meaningful relationships with others."

As she spoke Kazi reached out her hand as though offering to shake Karl's in greeting, but instead of waiting for his response the Cho moved the hand a little lower and slipped it under the engineers towel and deftly wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard shaft. "Mmm, a fine specimen, although this one has little to base its judgements on."

Ignoring the fact that she was in the middle of a packed beachfront, with strangers all around her, Kazi dropped down to her knees and quickly unfastened her helmet. Wincing slightly as she 'heard' the electromagnetic pulses of all those around her in full volume the Cho dodged her head forwards and inhaled deeply, letting her senses become overwhelmed with Karl's thick masculine musk.

"Truly delightful scent," she said as way of a compliment, turning her gaze up to smile at the engineer as her hands continued to coax his erect phallus mere inches in front of her face.

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: 1 Dampening Helmet
Carried Gear: 1 Casual Carryall (1 Data Slate, 1 Microbikini, 1 Boarding Blaster, 1 Gamblers Box, 1 Fair Play Scanner, 1 Bottle of Essence of Pleasure, 2 Battle Ready Ceremonial Daggers), 1 large Beach Towel

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Station Update

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Blaze takes the whole bag a little surprised and begins taking everything out and giving it the once over again. An explanation of the change in circumstances helps and the two "sisters" begin a back and forth in their own language. While you've picked up a few words in the past they're simply going to fast for you to understand.

Blaze stops and clears her throat. "Well if you really want it. We grabbed it during the escape and figured one of our would want to buy the thing."

He sister interrupts her and says, "problem is we've gotten interest but nobody really wants to acquire it, and those who use them well have their own gear. So I think we can part with it for trade. No need to report the transaction either for that matter," she says with a giggle.

Blaze takes the suit down and get's a measuring tape and takes it into one of the changing rooms. She looks back at you holding one of the sheets that hangs before the room and says, "come in we'll see that it's sized right and if we need to make changes for you."

While you get sized you receive an email from someone reportedly part of Annex's personnel department. Blayne Maxwill who would like to see you in his office at the Annex complex first thing tomorrow morning. He wants to go over with you your options if you wish to join the company and what positions. It's possible for you to start right away.

The Xenonauts are a little less formal in their email. They their escort ship The Pride of the Sargasso is being refitted and needs new crew and marines. Just come by repair bay 79 and meet with a representative of the company any time in the next three days. They'll hammer out a fair offer if you can do what they ask.

Captain Dash Claynor III

The older lizard sensing the situation rubs his jaw again and nods and says, "you will be underway right after you collect dinner sir."

He seems to be willing to take a chance at earning a feature customer so he goes into the large containers he has near the back of the skid. He begins filling a food storage container with a large cylinder of the pleasant smelling soup with noddles. Next to it he places several small loves of bread, several small portions of cooked veggies, a large amount of rice and many pieces of a fowl that is popular on the station and is similar to chicken. He seals the container and looks up at the robot and thinks better of walking up the rear walkway and sets it down.

He's about to collect his fee from you but shakes his finger and goes back and get's a four pack of rootbeer in a wood container and sets it down. "So you're not thirsty, " he then puts his hand out to collect his fee which it turns out is very reasonable for so much food.

As he walks back to the skid his son looks over. "You contact us for food and security. I have more brothers, and the food only get's better."

They leave the docking area finally, but you see them heading over to the next one already. The dock master soon contacts you and says you can be underway at any time and intel updates don't report anything new on your route or destination.

Chief Engineer Karl McKay

There are 25 Sections on the station along with plenty of other livable spaces, but the sections seem to come closest to what most people would agree is a city. The aliens had buildings in grid formations, and that included temples and living spaces. When they allies took it they found many things they didn't understand. Seems prior or during the plague they aliens were killing each other. One has to wonder about the two factions and how they lived together.

That was all several years back and with a lot of cleaning and rebuilding there is a thriving community on the Fleet station. How it will fair now that war is merely another space jump away is anyone's guess. The aliens did have large artificial living spaces though and with the light cycling through there are days and nights. These tracks of land have a number of environments ranging from tropical to woodland. Both seem popular and are being explored. Perhaps the greatest wonder is something you won't find on most space stations....

Inland seas or lakes if you'd prefer, but the sections have reserve reservoirs if the impressive water recycling system ever goes offline. There are a variety of contingencies to keep the water following, but the supply gives people comfort and enjoyment. You've choose the clothing optional beach which is complete with fresh water, a pine tree lined perimeter, and best of all waves created by machines.

It's pleasant and popular as you can see when you first set foot on the beach. It's considered adult only and while humans seem to be the dominant group on the beach there are a variety of aliens exploring the relaxing setting. For those raised in space and used to standard relaxation and entertainment facilities a city with parks and beaches is a slice of heaven. It doesn't take you long to meet a friendly woman either...