Battlestation Takemikazuchi

[such_a_bad_man]

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.

Dash stood there, watching this guy getting his dinner put together. He hadn't expected so much food for one dinner, but clearly this guy was trying to earn his future business in a big way. When he added the root beer, Dash smiled. It had been a while since he'd had any sodas like that since he was back in the core systems. The aliens out here didn't usually care for that sort of thing, finding it unnecessary for fulfilling needs. The Syreen were a different story; being lizards they valued aromatics so they had developed a tasty root beer that wasn't unlike what humans made. Seeing those telltale bottles, Dash smiled and nodded.

"Alright, you crafty trader. That will do." Dash reached for his inner jacket pocket and found some smaller denomination trade bars and placed them in the old lizard's hand. Walking back inside, Dash found a cart to wheel all this unexpected food inside. By the time he got back, the duo had already moved on to the next docked ship. Dash smiled at his entrepreneurial spirit and headed back inside to unload it all in his galley. "Come on, Clank, we're shoving off soon." Dash called over his shoulder to the droid that had come out with him during this negotiation. He doubted the metallic protector would get the reference, but that didn't matter.

Finally getting back to the pilot's seat, Dash reaffirmed his departure clearance and undocked from his bay. His ship slip through the aperture to the exterior and soon he was at cruising speed to the outer marker for the station. Once clear, Dash's heart began to pound as his ship warmed up to make its first jump. He loved this part of the trip and his eyes widened as everything slowed down and the view out his viewport got slightly distended like someone had pulled on the balloon that surrounded the ship. And just as suddenly someone released the tension and his ship was racing past stars as he went FTL. With a sigh, he sat back and listened to his ship in flight. There was something so soothing about it that it nearly put him to sleep.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

*Fun fact The Syreen who enjoy tropical climates produce a very high quality sugar and enjoy treats like soda from time to time. Lizards generally enjoy sweet treats so many of the trade merchants are eager to purchase soft drinks because no special permits are required and they're more then happy to drink it themselves. Mixed drinks are also becoming popular in bars.


A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.-Lao Tzu

With the lizard merchants on your way and you're cleared to leave the station you head out among the stars and soon jump out into space. Your destination flashes before you on your navigational computer:

Geirrod System consists of the following:

Rock Planet

Rock Planet

Geirrod C751686-8
1 moon *Destination

Rock Planet
2 moons
Ice Planet
Asteroid Belt


Starport: C Rated with a quality installation. Refueling and reasonable repair facilities available. Fleet Scout base may be present.

Naval Base: The Pimmons have a planetary based defense complexes along with planet based combat fighters.

Size: 7000

Atmosphere:Breathable without assistance.

Hydrography: 20% water

Population: 6 Millions inhabitants 80% Syreen

Government: Civil service bureaucracy under territory governor.

Law Level: Permits required for firearms

Tech Level: Current this is year 30 of a Terraforming project. Most industry supports the infrastructure with farming close behind.



This trip goes off well though as you spend the time in warp without issue mechanically or otherwise. The navigation computer updates your route as information comes in and you're able to avoid any issues with the Fleet or alien raiders. You fly without issue and soon your destination is within sight of your instruments at least, but Asteroid Belt has to be navigated by you manually. Once you're clear it's only a short jump to the starport which looks like from long range scans is very active.

The ship remains secure and all systems are running normally. At least one of the robots is patrolling the ship. There does seem to be a good amount of debris in the asteroid belt that isn't rock though so tread carefully. Swallowtail should be able to make it and you know from your charts you'll be clear once you pass the warning buoys on the other side.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Dash returned to the cockpit as he felt the deceleration throughout the ship. He'd arrived in the system and knew the next part was going to be the best part of the trip. The asteroids that split the system like the Sol system bobbed in space, dancing around each other in the massive gravitational interactions that linked them all together.

He had thought about plotting a course up and over, taking him out of the disk of planetary revolution, but that would cost time and fuel that ate into his bottom line. Besides, navigating an asteroid belt was much more fun. He didn't get much chance to keep his piloting skills up so he throttled up the ships thrusters and pointed it at the asteroid belt.

Normally, pilots rely on the maneuvering thrusters to make their course corrections and maneuvers through a hazard region. Dash learned a long time ago that balancing power and redirecting energy around the ship allowed for more control and maneuverability than usual. With one hand on the course console and one hand on the engineering console, the Swallowtail dipped and spun, weaved and danced around asteroid after asteroid. As he neared the edge, he saw two spinning around each other. With a flick and a few key clicks, the Swallowtail started tumbling, matching its rotation with the space between them. The engines fired to full blast when he'd nailed the alignment and with a spray of asteroid dust, the Swallowtail burst through the other side.

Dash sat back with a smile and a sigh of excitement. Powering down the engines momentarily, he made the calculations for the short range jump to his destination. Munching on the last of his bread from his dinner, he felt the ship lurch forward one last time before he was orbiting the station, waiting for clearance to land.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Blaze: "come in we'll see that it's sized right and if we need to make changes for you."

Stepping behind the curtain Tina felt a little nervous. This was the first time she'd had to do anything like this since arriving on the station, and before that the immigration services had used the new hypersonic scanners to map out her body shape without needing an antiquated measuring tape, or for Tina to do exactly what she was expecting to be asked to next.

"Would you mind taking off the coverall? It'll help me get a good measure, since the suit's skintight," Blaze said, holding up the tape to help support her suggestion as her eyes darted down towards Tina's genetically enhanced chest for a moment before bobbing back up to make eye contact once more.

Tina wasn't exactly sure what the aliens had done to her, some sort of gene therapy or genetic grafting, but whatever it was had left her breasts growing at an accelerated rate for almost two months. By the time they stopped her breasts hung down from her chest larger than her head, and her nipples were far more sensitive than they had been before. At the time she'd been horrified, but now she'd learnt to live with them. Whatever the treatment had been seemed to have also strengthened her back muscles, leaving her with no pain or discomfort despite the additional weight of her new 'improvements'.

Those weren't what Tina was worried about though, even if they were the first thing Blaze's eyes locked on as she stripped out of her overalls, letting them fall down around her boots before kicking them aside. The slick, shiny skin on her shoulder, which she'd done the best to disguise with the intricate rambling rose tattoo as soon as she'd arrived on the Takemikazuchi, scarred her upper left chest and arm from where one of her captors had blasted her with a low-charge plasma weapon after her sexual performance hadn't met his requirements. Just having it on display made Tina wince, and as Blaze reached out and ran her fingers over it Tina had to fight the urge to pull away, or hit the blue girl.

"Wow," Blaze muttered her fingertips dancing along the rose vines as she admired the intricate artwork. "That's beautiful," she added with a smile. "Did it take long to do?"

Tina was taken aback, unsure what to say. She was expecting the girl to be horrified by the ragged scar tissue, but instead she seemed to not even notice it. "Umm, not long... she used a computer-assisted laser..." the technician mumbled as the leatherworker pulled her hand away and stretched the measuring tape tightly between her fingers with a smile.

"Well, it really came out well." Stepping forwards almost uncomfortably close Blaze reached around Tina's back, her own silk-clothed breasts rubbing against Tina's as she fed the tape around the girl's waist causing a thrill of excitement to shoot up the survivor's spine. Tina leapt back, her trained reflexes expecting to be punished at any moment after having experienced a moment of pleasure, but as she stood shivering in front of Blaze the Syreen girl simply smiled at her in confusion as she watched the survivor's bra-stuffing breast swaying from side to side.

"Are you okay Tina?" Blaze finally asked, watching Tina's chest carefully, before quickly lifting her gaze to look into the other girl's eyes.

"It's okay. I'm okay, I'm okay," Tina replied shaking out her arms and smiling back at Blaze as she got ahold of herself. "I'm okay."

Lifting her arms Tina closed her arms and braced herself. A moment later she felt it again, the tingle of pleasure as Blaze pressed her breasts against her customer as her arms reached around Tina's back. Taking a deep breath she let herself enjoy the moment, assuring herself she was still safe that the moment would pass and she wouldn't get hurt. When Blaze's lips pressed against her mouth Tina's eyes shot open in surprise, darting around as she tried to work out what the hell was happening.

Breaking away, with her arms wrapped around Tina's waist, Blaze smiled at her friend. "Doesn't that feel better?" The Syreen asked, moving her hands down to stroke Tina's backside provocatively as Blaze darted a look back over to the curtained entrance. "If you promise to be really quiet, I could make it feel even better for you," she whispered with a playful grin.

"What do you mean..?" Tina began to ask, but already Blaze was dropping down onto her knees, her hands sliding over Tina's hips as she peeled the survivor's panties down to reveal the her bare pussy, another gift of the alien's genetic tweaks to her body.

Before Tina could stop her, or even get her head around what was happening, Blaze pressed her mouth against her customer's crotch, her talented tongue quickly working its way up into Tina's cunt as her hands held the girl's buttocks steady. It didn't take long for the pleasure to build inside the survivor, it had been months since she'd last 'been' with someone, and before that she'd 'been' with different people on an hourly basis. As he legs weakened beneath her Tina's weight fell forwards onto Blaze's tongue, only helping the Syreen drill deeper up into her.

With her hand pressed against the wall Tina quickly pressed the other over her mouth to stop herself from screaming as Blaze brought her to orgasm after orgasm before finally pulling her mouth away, licking her lips as Tina gasped and panted from long overdue pleasure. "My. Fucking. God." The survivor finally panted, smiling down at her blue-skinned friend with a dopey look in her eyes. "If I'd known this is how you treated your customers I would've bought that jacket off you last month."

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: 1 custom-fitted set of Advanced Leather Body Armour, 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, 1 set of Work Overalls), 1 Work Case (1 set of Power Tools, 1 set of Hand Tools, 1 set of Environmental Technician Tools)

 

[JudeRodney]

"What the...!" Karl pulled himself away from the rather forward alien woman in a bit of a panic. "What the hell's the matter with you!?"

There went his day. He totally was not expecting someone to walk up and take a hold of him like that, and now the commotion he just created attracted everyone's attention. Completely embarrassed, he half-walked, half-ran to the changing room. He just needed to be away from all of this. So much for being daring...

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Chief Engineer Karl McKay: A Day at the Beach

"What the...!" Karl pulled himself away from the rather forward alien woman in a bit of a panic. "What the hell's the matter with you!?"

There went his day. He totally was not expecting someone to walk up and take a hold of him like that, and now the commotion he just created attracted everyone's attention. Completely embarrassed, he half-walked, half-ran to the changing room. He just needed to be away from all of this. So much for being daring...

It strikes you that not all alien customs are all that similar to you human Empire customs. Some seem to be more friendlier or intimate then others. For what it's worth as you run naked into the changing room nobody seemed to notice until went running. Perhaps talking to the alien and taking things "slower" might be the better approach. After all one will encounter many different aliens on the station.

Your data slate does have a message from command asking what progress you've made in selecting personnel for the new unit.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Mistress Indodakazi

Pouting her lips Kazi tilted her head in confusion. The human male, at least she presumed it was male, had been clearly signalling his desire to mate, and yet when she'd offered herself to him he'd acted as though she'd offered to shake his hand or something. Very peculiar indeed.

Shaking her head as she refastened her helmet in place the Cho made her way back to the lounger she'd been occupying and laid herself back down under the light from the captive star at the heart of the station. On this part of the inner surface the rays of the star were perfectly attuned to cause light burning in her outer epidermis which was far more pleasurable and the anatomical dissection of the process would suggest.

After a few moments the tentacle-headed creature laid out beside her, whose anatomical configuration seemed to imply was female, leant over with a smile. "Do you need any sun cream?" the young female inquired, much to Kazi's confusion.

"Sun cream?" She asked, puzzled by the idea of curdled dairy products produced from stellar phenomena. "No, thank you. I am not hungry." She replied with a smile.

The tentacle girl giggled, her cleavage bouncing in a particularly pleasing manner which caught Kazi's interest. "No silly, it's to protect your skin, so you don't burn too much."

"Oh," Kazi answered, clearly taken aback by her mistake. "A protective ointment? Yes, I think that would be best." the Cho replied, glancing down at her data slate to check if any messages had arrived yet. She was hoping to receive at least one invitation from the ambassadors on the station, in order to discuss business and trade contracts with them while the goods stored on board her ship rotted away too much, but so far she'd heard nothing other than the general advertisements for employment. "It seems I may be here quite some time."

Rising up from her lounger the tentacle girl reached down to pluck a bottle of sun lotion from the floor beside her, causing her ample bosom to hang down in a pendulous manner which had Kazi licking her lips. Her own chest was a gorgeous sight to behold, but the natural curves of this girl's body were certainly no slouch in comparison and the trader soon began wondering just how open this human society was to interspecies, gender-matched public sexual displays. If the encounter with the male was anything to go by the race seemed highly frigid and skittish when it came to matters of the body and Kazi wouldn't like to offend her hosts so soon after her arrival.

"Do you want me to start on the front or the back?" The tentacle girl asked holding the bottle up with a smile.

"May as well start with the front, as it is already freely available," the Cho responded after a moment's thought.

Wasting no time the tentacle girl squeezed a generous helping of the white lotion out onto her palm before setting the rest of the bottle back down on the floor. "They have a new sun cream which can be sprayed directly onto the skin, but I just love the sensation of spreading this stuff over myself. Don't you agree?" The girl chattered casually as she smeared the cream onto her hands and knelt down beside Kazi.

The trader jumped as the girl's hands pressed against her chest, the chilly cream causing her outer epidermis to tingle and throb as she began to slowly work the lotion into Kazi's breasts. "Mmm, yes," she purred, lifting her back up off the lounger to give the tentacle girl better access to her mammary glands. "This does feel good."

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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

 

[divacarolina]

Nicola

Nicola returned home to find Charmian waiting with the package sent to her. She arranged the tapestry and candles around her bedroom and tucked the prayer beads into her desk drawer, and slipped the chain around her neck.

She packed the scrubs and chaplain's ID into the case, to take to her office the next time she headed into the hospital. The ID would be especially helpful - even at face value, it would get her access to areas she'd ordinarily never see. To those who understood how power flowed through the empire, an association with the order of the Hand of the Emperor would give Nicola an advantage in any sort of negotiation, and possibly save her from being caught in awkward circumstances.

Ready for her next day of work, she settled into and read the note that had been enclosed with her package before nodding off to sleep.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

With skill and a good navigational computer you are able to arrive and are soon being signaled by the starport to identify yourself and state your business by a strong demanding female voice. The message is underlined by a number of patrol ships that look similar to Lancer class medium escort ships the Empire uses. While these look less polished in their design they're clearly well armed. They fly the Syreen standard and are clearly marked as station security.

You do notice a wagon train of ships jumping into the area at the far side of the station. You see a variety of alien craft are coming into the system with a number of them badly damaged including military vessels. If you didn't notice in the beginning though your attention is drawn when one of the ships explores in a ball of flame and flying components. Several ships are damaged and some of the escort craft leave you, but others seem adamant on guiding you to the correct approach coarse.

One ship flies particularly close and runs a scan probe over your vessel. It makes the robots hopping mad and screws with all the electronics on board until the beam passes through. You almost thinking you're going to lose control of the ship, but just before you panic everything is fine again. The similar forceful female voice orders you to head to the planet's surface and the available landing bay will come up on your navigational computer.

While you're descending to the planet's surface a number of signals come up on the radar, and you can soon see clearly a large number of ships come into view. A line of pocket battleships flying Syreen colors fly towards the station, and each one is escorted by a pair of Medium Destroyers that look to be Dagger class. Additional pods have been attached to these ships which you know usually carry marine boarding parties (Marines and fleet security). The first to arrive being setting up orbit around the space station, which is much smaller then the one you came from.

At Bay 41 your robots barely have time to inspect the landing pad before a man walks from the shadows wearing environmental survival armor and a long flowing dark blue cloak. He's also wearing the heavy filter mask helmet and he walks towards the entry way. This is pretty unusual since the climate is tropical and hot, but not one that would require anyone to wear a suit like that. Your robots crisscross their rifles in a form of protection in front of you activating the vibro bayonets.


The reply from this masked stranger is to laugh from behind the mask. He shakes his head and laughs again before saying, "well that's gratitude they don't even remember you after you commanded a unit of 1,200 of these metal bastards into battle."

He looks over to you and explains, "clients like battle proven items and as you know the Syreen are big on using robots for things. I mean they want 1/3 of their army battle bots before the end of the year. You must be Captain Claynor, the boys at the home office said you'd be coming along no trouble I take it?"

He walks away beckoning you join him as he waves his hand. As he does a pair of two loader mechs walk out into the open air docking bay. Your robots take up security positions around your craft. The man stops at the blast door under an overhang by some equipment and asks, "no repairs systems running fine? You haven't gotten any legal issues with Syreen security? Oh where are my manners. I'm Keselth your deal broker. I don't care for the blazers much myself."

On the other side of the blast door is a rather comfortable yet spartan office. On the table there are two large bowls filled with ice. One contains glass bottles of local spring water, and the other is filled with ice cream bars. The host is walking about looking at a wall mounted star chart which continually updates information.

He glances back at you before saying, " don't worry those are enhanced bars for a full nutritional meal while still being very tasty and the water is from natural wells. We'll get you off loaded shortly though. Are you planning on staying overnight with us? I can understand if you'd like to rest I have quarters available here. I've been trying to secure everything I can before prices go through the roof. If you didn't know the aliens overran 870293991. It's a frontier world. A shame really class M with no need for terrafarming. The Syreen leased it to human settlers."

Just then a gray wolf looking creature pads into the dinning area from another room and growls at you. "Now now Blue be nice he's not an alien. " He does what you think is a smile with the mask and kneels down and pets the animal with a gloved hand and looks up at you and says, "these lovely creatures are bred to detect those nasty enemy aliens. A side project in a predator re-population program."

He sits down and tells you about 870293991 to new to even have an official name. It was attacked swiftly and it's estimated that only 25% of the population escaped and a good percentage of them died as alien fighters attacked evacuation ships. A group of some 250 Triceratons made a stand at a temple they'd constructed to their God of Fire and Strength knowing they had no chance. The fact is the aliens are moving faster then thought.

He raises a glass bottle and says, "to the 250 Triceratons I'm sure they will be praised for an eternity. "

He then drinks the water from what you have to think is a modified filter mask. He then goes on to say. "Not everything is being stockpiled, but these prices are going insane. Also with the way they're advancing you might be dropping supplies to resistance cells here in a few months."

He tosses you a data slate of available cargoes before going off to arrange food. He tells you that you can take as much or as little of one item as long as you think they'll sell on the station and he suggests you leave with a full load. Also to think about anything you'd like to do while on planet. He has connections.

Broker's List: (All to be moved in tonnage size portions )
Basic Electronics
Basic Machine Parts
Basic Manufactured Goods
Basic Raw Materials
Advanced Electronics
Illegal Cybernetics
Luxury Goods
Pharmaceuticals
Precious Metals
Uncommon Ore
Biochemicals

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

After what can only be described as a very pleasant retail experience your friends size up and make the changes while you wait. They offer to share their beverages, spice cigarettes, and order sandwiches from a local stand you know as well. The grateful widow was more then happy to fill your food container for watching her children while you dealt with the late night rush. He's since found a new potential husband, and as the war begins in earnest you know those kinds of arrangements will only happen more. Still though she remarks he's very kind and lovely to her three children.

Soon the sister's have your suit altered, checked, and packaged and are wishing you well as you head out with it in an ordinary box in a bag. The streets are teaming with life as people in uniform make their way to duty stations and vendors human and alien trying to sell them are variety of items. The Fleet operates on three round the clock watches, so people always coming and going and most businesses run all hours to carter to their clients.

The majority of the Fleet personnel in your neighborhood operate the missile defense systems above section 17. This includes actual defense work and building missiles in the alien factory. They're actually a hybrid of alien and Empire design. You actually pass your stringbean alien neighbors leaving the building who excitedly tell you they're playing at a local dive bar.

When you do arrive home you find that your data slate has an urgent message from your new potential employers at Annex Inc. They wish to meet with you at 0900 tomorrow in their offices in section 17 where they have setup their corporate compound. They took over a who square of alien buildings built around a park area and have setup labs, manufacturing facilities, and office blocks. The military also has presence.

What is known about them locally is that they refitted all the laser defense modules that are part of section 17, and they're now manned by Annex employees rather then Fleet personnel though there are officers assigned as supervisors. Otherwise they're subject to a lot of rumor and speculation.

Your invitation is to the corporate offices on the corner to meet Amaera Madison a woman with personnel. Madison is a name that is very common in their corporate culture for some reason. She wants to sit down with you and General Carpathia (retired Space Ranger) to discuss your future with the company. She assures you that she will discuss options as a consultant or full time employee, and they also want to feel you out as well.

Mistress Indodakazi

It's safe to say humans are confusing creatures, but a number of males and a few females give you the mating signal as you enjoy the sun. You do see several Syreen females keep company with male humans. One of the younger females is amazingly curious of the blond haired blue eyed human she is with. They sit on a towel together and she keeps caressing his blond mane and smiles. She is more then happy to reach down and caress his swollen cock at the same time as well though.

Most seem to be there to enjoy a rare swim. While many stations have small pools or relaxation centers this station is joy. Further down the line of the sandy coast you can see several different species enjoying the water clothed and even see some scuba diving from boats. Some read data slates and even books, but all seem relaxed.

One human female clad in helmet and flight suit stumbles out on to the sand and smiles. She takes off her helmet and slides out of her flight suit and soon her sports bra and panties follow after her boots are off. She just runs and dives into the water and takes a long time to come up before happily sighing and floating naked on the water. What appears to be a friend comes running along in sandals and a cover up and shakes her head and collects her friend's stuff.

Your data slate begins flashing and several messages pop up when you get the chance too look at it.

Your Sail Master (an ancient term for the officer left in charge) informs you that the crew are practicing to repel boarders. She asks about the status of the cargo, and if she may purchase some local foods to break up meals on the ship. The issue of having to few crew for proper combat patrols or privateer is also mentioned in the note.

Your contact in the trade Guild who frequently visits the station and empire space writes you a long letter filled with political gossip. Aside from who is sleeping with who in the ministry it is mentioned that a massive privateer fleet is being organized among the Cho including many inside the human empire. No old warship is being allowed to sit and gather dust. It is also mentioned a trade group will be coming within the month. An attached file also gives some insider trading information.

Your contact at the diplomatic/trade mission on station on the station tells you how they're now online and operating so feel free to contact them. You are told that the Syreen haven't fully setup their embassy, but are talking informally. The Pimmons are in talks with the Triceratons to broker a massive purchase of warships. Apparently the Triceratons have access to a large number of pocket battleships.

The Pimmon Hunt Master Porall tells you that he will be traveling with his chief to purchase high end hunting weapons and asks if there is anything you'd like to get from him. He promises a fine selection of meat. On a more personnel not he tells you of the death of one of his son's on one of his master's hunting estates. He wonders if they will return to their home space.

The minor diplomat Brauesia of Syreen League of City on station contacts you, but not one her personnel account but rather an unofficial encrypted account. She says she has a job for you that will pay in Empire gold, but has to be done discretely and may even need to have someone take the fall. She gives you access to a private way to contact her.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Stepping into her apartment cube Tina took a moment to simply lean back against the door and let out a relaxing sigh. It felt good to be safe in her own little space once again, with no-one there but her own demons and the blue Neon girl who even now was in the process of calling out the names of some of the many deities her people worshipped, although based on the moans and screams accompanying the calls Tina very much doubted it was a prayer session she was engaged in.

Checking her chrono, and syncing it up with the work terminal she'd set up in the corner of the small living room she shared with the oversexed roommate, Tina quickly headed into her room and hung her new leather bodysuit up in pride of place. It truly was a masterpiece and the girls had outdone themselves in tailoring it to fit Tina perfectly, but right now she needed to make a different kind of impression and doubted the skintight curves of the outfit would work.

Moving over to one of the storage trunks provided to her by Fleet Intelligence the survivor pulled out one of the suits of Alien Body Armour which she'd been permitted to keep. She wasn't entirely sure where the armoured suits had originally come from, and their design was obviously the wrong size for the creatures who'd held her captive for so long, but they certainly looked impressive enough for her purposes. Loading some of her better quality weapons in a secure case, one which the local law enforcement officials would be happy with her moving through the station with, Tina slipped back out into the apartment.

Without disturbing her roommate, who seemed to have covered most of the major pantheon and moved onto the minor household deities, Tina quickly headed out of the apartment and made her way towards the transport terminal. It wouldn't take too long for her to make her way over to the Xenonaut's repair bay and as she made her way down the street Tina quickly typed up a message to the Annex representative to let them know you'd be there for the appointment on time the next morning.

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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 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

As her data slate pinged Kazi moved her mouth away from her new friend's neck, which she'd been nuzzling against for the last few minutes. The application of proactive lotion had led to a traditional exchange of thanks using the Cho's preferred sign of respect and as she slid her fingers out of the girl's forward sexual orifice the trader made sure to let the tentacle girl lick them clean for her before reaching for the pad.

Leaning back on the sun lounger with a nod of thanks, a human gesture which seemed alien and strange to Kazi, she quickly scanned the messages, letting out a mournful sigh as she read of Wapha'kahle's passing. She'd only met the boy a couple of times but his sexual organ and hers shared a deep enough compatibility that she'd considered inviting her to join the trade negotiations, acting as a spokesperson for the foodstuffs of her people.

In the end she'd decided against it, his bonding with another broodmate of hers, Ngokobulili, who was currently acting as navigator aboard her cutter would have led to too many complications for the relationship to last long, and would've put her own pleasures at risk if she'd been forced to return home without experiencing all the races available on the station first.

Now in hindsight her fear of consequences had indirectly led to the boy's death and with a heavy heart, and dry cunt, she quickly tapped a deeply felt message of condolence to Porall. As an afterthought she asked for further details to be sent on how the boy had died, Ngokobulili would need to be informed and would undoubtedly want to know the circumstances for herself.

Taking note of the message from her guild contact Kazi quickly sent a comm request through to the Pimmon Colonial Trade Ministry. She'd met a man at several important functions there while travelling through the Pimmon Republic and while she found his sexual tastes repugnant, as he was happily married with two children but for some reason hadn't been interested in mating with her in front of his family at a state banquet, he had still remained in touch with her for some time and she often had diverting conversations over the comm channels with him on nights when her libido was running low.

Hopefully the man would be able to put her in touch with the Triceratons, whose ships would be very useful additions to the privateers and the profit from which would help her forge new alliances with the previously unknown race. Such an expansion in her race's influence would surely come with a great reward from her government, perhaps even a brood hatching of her own.

With business done for now the Cho set down her pad and moved back to her new friend's side. "I'm sorry for the interruption, now where were we? Ahh yes, the tasting..." Reaching up Kazi unclipped her helmet and lay it down beside the tentacled girl before spreading the girl's legs apart and lowering her mouth to kiss the exotically scented folds nestled between them.

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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

 

[such_a_bad_man]

He sits down and tells you about 870293991 to new to even have an official name. It was attacked swiftly and it's estimated that only 25% of the population escaped and a good percentage of them died as alien fighters attacked evacuation ships. A group of some 250 Triceratons made a stand at a temple they'd constructed to their God of Fire and Strength knowing they had no chance. The fact is the aliens are moving faster then thought.

He raises a glass bottle and says, "to the 250 Triceratons I'm sure they will be praised for an eternity. "

He then drinks the water from what you have to think is a modified filter mask. He then goes on to say. "Not everything is being stockpiled, but these prices are going insane. Also with the way they're advancing you might be dropping supplies to resistance cells here in a few months."

He tosses you a data slate of available cargoes before going off to arrange food. He tells you that you can take as much or as little of one item as long as you think they'll sell on the station and he suggests you leave with a full load. Also to think about anything you'd like to do while on planet. He has connections.

Broker's List: (All to be moved in tonnage size portions )
Basic Electronics
Basic Machine Parts
Basic Manufactured Goods
Basic Raw Materials
Advanced Electronics
Illegal Cybernetics
Luxury Goods
Pharmaceuticals
Precious Metals
Uncommon Ore
Biochemicals

It had been a slightly more eventful end to his journey that Dash had expected. He knew the droid parts were most likely for ongoing combat, but he didn't realize the fighting was so close to the planet that it was still in jump range from the battle lines. It wasn't his first foray into a war zone, but he didn't expect this as a first run for a new company contract. When the ship detonated in space, he muttered a brief smuggler's prayer for the souls aboard.

"May you return to the stars from whence you were born,
May your family look to the skies to mourn.

May your ship stand sentinel in space,
and bear witness to the glory of your race."

There weren't many space-faring races in the galaxy, but each was worthy of respect. Also, no pilot wants to see another ship go down, no matter how little connection there might be.

Following his contact inside, he tried to get a read on his species. There weren't many that wore encounter suits and even then it was hard to tell the difference since those races opened trade with the galaxy at large. When the "office pet" walked in, the old trader had an inkling of an idea, but he hadn't worked with them enough to be sure so he settle back in and listened to the SLSC rep lay out the particulars about what had happened.

He'd heard of the planet mentioned; it wasn't often that a planet changed hands between races, but seemed to be the norm more and more as evidenced by the Takemikazuchi station being in human hands these days as well as more and more borderland planets being opened to human colonization. Cracking a bottle of the spring water, Dash joined in with the solemn toast to the dead Triceratons, wishing there'd be fewer stories like that soon.

When Dash's data slate sprang to life with the potential list of cargo he could take on his return trip, he remembered why he was here in the first place. The laser focus that only comes when money is on the table returned to him and he lazily flipped from contract to contract. It looked lazy, but that was all part of the negotiation tactics. He looked across and leaned in.

"Look, I can see that things are a little dicey on this station. The war is coming and you gotta get things turned around and set up for dealing with the busted up ships coming back here to repair and refit. You give me the luxury cargo so I can get it out of here and spare you the space its taking up. I guarantee that it will be the first thing that gets taken if the fight comes here. What do you say we finish the paperwork, I hang around for a day while you guys get things all squared away and I'm out of here in the morning?"

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Jezebel1669

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Your lovely roommate who goes by "Selacia" claims to be a Neon priestess taught on her home world to perform missionary work and has setup a large shrine in her bedroom to help in her work. One night though over several drinks of Victory Vodka (a cheap military issue beverage she got a case of) she tells you more of the truth. It gives you incite into how Neons are fitting into station life.

Only a handful of males are there to represent the government, and they seldom leave their luxury confines. They go to meetings and diplomatic functions and enjoy hedonistic activities behind closed doors. The yellows are few on the the station, but almost all scattered through the Empire of Earth are students. Some are here to take advantage of the rare opportunity to learn about such a powerful space station. The few orange Neons on the station, which she thinks are very pretty are attached to the diplomats and only come for short visits. They usually buy or sell goods in bulk and are on their way.

When it comes to her group she giggles wildly and says they're the artist class of their people free spirits and open to intimate and spiritual experiences. The Empire though was tired of receiving visa applications for entertainers and students especially since so many of her peers had started side businesses. So she and others put down spiritual adviser or priestess on their application. After all with so many of her kind building communities on the station they needed to have religion. Amen

Since the Empire considers that an important role she receives a stipend and housing allowance as well as being allowed to collect donations. For her being a priestess is the best business move she could make. She spends most of the time wondering about the Neon community, and as you become well aware she brings people back for "prayer group." What you do know of the faith she has a full dedication to the full pantheon. She is very friendly though and refers to Syreens as her sisters from across the cosmic sea, and ministers to them as well.

Today though she's in rare form chanting all the names in the pantheon as she walks about and shakes her hips to traditional music in her candle lit room as the incense burns. She beckons to the four humans, three male and one female to shed their clothes. Once they're nude she places a icon on a necklace on their necks and have them lay out before the alter. They stand their nervously but she smiles comfortingly and slides out of her her dress and removes her sandals.

The light dances off her lovely blue flesh as she passes out three gold goblets to the three men that contain a potent herbal aphrodisiac from her planet. She smiles and fetches a large silver one with symbols of the fertility goddess decorating it and hands it to the female. She lights a hand rolled spice cigarette and watches the results as music plays in the background. She takes a few puffs as she watches the humans react to the potion.

The males all become very sweaty and their cocks become hard and painfully long. They're filled with nervous energy and can barely contain themselves as she teases them. The female human already nervous and embarrassed to be nude with others besides just her husband is gushing in her wetness. Liquid goes down her thighs and her knees are weak, breasts full and are warm and tingly. Selacia caresses her face her wet bush and whispers into her ear. The woman moans and nods.

Soon the married couple are on the pile of cushions and carpets before the alter with the wife opening her legs laying back for her husband to take her. He moans and she cries out as he penetrates her and they begin sharing a sweaty lustful moment. This primal and they begin fucking like animals. The wife screams at the intense pace only to begin crying from joy as she enjoys a chain of orgasm. Her husband orgasm and cums as well, but even after he releases seed her remains hard and keeps going.

Meanwhile Selacia goes with the other two males and she has the blond one lay down and she slides down his swollen cock still smoking her cigarette. She doesn't have long to wait before the other man penetrates her from behind after spreading plenty of love lube. In the intensity of double penetration she cries out in her native tongue her satisfaction. She rides her partner hard but soon all three have a passionate rhythm.

After many orgasms and much seed spread there is a switch on partners. The female is willing, but doesn't want to risk anyone else's seed. She is persuaded though to orally pleasure her male friends, and even let's one penetrate he anally as she gives oral pleasure. Her husband hesitates but is encouraged and enjoys some intense foreplay with Selacia. He ends up cumming hard on her breasts to her delight.

Several lines were crossed that night and the friends who all went out to get a drink together and met Selacia in a bar as she was offering a blessing for the new owner. They all hurriedly wipe down with moist towels before putting back on their flight suits and boots. All agree to go to the missile defense center's locker rooms to clean up further. Selacia remains naked, but walks around with her stone donation bowl promising that everything that happens in prayer group is private.

All eagerly fill the bowl with credit strips, bar tokens (something local bars issue when people often don't have credit but trade items) , and more then a few Empire gold trade coins. As they begin to realize what they've done they hurry out of the apartment. Selacia wishes them well and tells them to bring more friends next time as she counts her money.

That night things are a little uncomfortable at work as all the friends try to figure things out, and what exactly has changed. The married couple still filled with lust enjoy another tryst in a secure room at the defense platform, and once home they make love several more times. Selacia left out that with the potion it doesn't just increase odds of pregnancy, but the more love making in a short period of time increases the number of potential children.

When you do return home you do find one of her gift boxes by your door. Inside no surprise is one of the many blue goddess candles she has, but there are a number of bar tokens and a number of trade coins. A small note inside says thanks for the use for the use of the apartment and that she hopes you over look her taking some of your Love Lube. She hopes the money is compensation enough.

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Before you arrive at the Xenonaut's repair bay you do get quick confirmation about the meeting tomorrow which gives you all the necessary information. It also suggests business attire. While at the the Xenonaut's repair bay you soon realize they're not so formal in their interview process. The Pride of the Sargasso is there being worked on, but only a few crew members are doing the work.

Human males who look like all kinds of dock scum are brawling, having target practice, and drinking gallons of SW rum. The SW brand is available in pretty much every starport in the galaxy and comes in blue or red depending on what mix you like. It's a great drink if you want to get drunk and walk up on a different ship in the morning. Here it's being given out liberally. There is a line of new applicants though standing waiting for their turn at a make shift desk.

They mostly look like human renegades displaying a diverse array of weaponry with a few different lizard men mixed into the bunch. Three officer looking types review data slates and talk among themselves as applicants step up to make a case of why they should be hired. Those with promise are directed to go into a room off to the right while some are just told to go. One hulking brute recently kicked out of the Imperial Navy doesn't take well to being told he doesn't make the standards.

He slams his fists down on the desk and in response an older looking white bearded privateer steps back and blast him with a high powdered stun carbine. He's dragged off and business continues, but the rest of the applicants are more cordial when they are rejected. Finally it's your turn to step up in front of the ships officers.

The older man with long gray hair and a beard you saw blast the large man identifies himself as Rip the ships mate and addresses you as young lady. The next man who looks like a middle age battle scared veteran tells you he's acting captain, but to call him Casement for now. The third man looks like the cover of a dashing space pirate novel, and two blue Neon females hang off of him in flak jackets and bikini bottoms. He laughingly says he's the Xenonaut's director and he goes by Drifter.

"So tell us a little about yourself..."

Mistress Indodakazi

The message related to you isn't a pleasant one in relation to Wapha'kahle's passing. It seems that he and other guides decided to fight a guerrilla war against the aliens on the great estates. It probably would have worked out if the aliens hadn't done the unimaginable. They landed hundreds of the clawed aliens into some of the more rural villages. They raped and wounded many impregnating those they found, and when the creatures were "born" they killed the host 90% of the time. These increased numbers spilled out into the valley killing everything. Porall does include a group picture from after a hunt including you and several crew and him and his sons as well as others.

He wishes you well and hopes he will see you in his travels in the Empire. His master wishes to buy estates for hunting in the Empire now that he's risking the loss of so much property. He remains positive that they will retake the worlds one day.

Your man in the Pimmon Colonial Trade Ministry isn't as helpful as he was before. Perhaps there are pressures on his side, but he says he can help you, but the favor can't be for free. He has contacts at the embassy at the station and anything you have to offer and be left there and they can broker the deal. The Republic as you know is desperate for heavy warships.

Brauesia of Syreen League of City on station messages you again through encrypted email.

Your lustful display attracts several on lookers at the beach. Any not approving of it simply shake their heads and move on down the beach.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

Keselth returns shortly with a large platter of meat and veggies. He kneels down and feed's his pets bowl before placing it on the table, but only places down one place setting remarking he'll eat later. He does sit down across from you though.

"The market place is wonderful. I will so miss it when the chaos begins, but it will open again one day I'm sure."


He listens to what you have to say and before you're finished he begins typing away on his heavy duty work slate. A few minutes after you finish talking he looks up and says, "that won't be a problem. I'm having the crew load your ship with the items in question. Have room for anything else? I know some freight haulers have extra compartments. I take it you don't take passengers?"


"As to leaving tomorrow that's fine. There a very comfortable couple of rooms in the space about the office, "he says as he slides a key card across to you.

"Just be careful out there, and if you buy anything in a good size number contact me. It's easy to add to the paper work, but anything that couldn't be considered personnel. Six cases of rum no problem sixty we have issues. Otherwise they're not really cracking down. So have fun and I'll see you here tomorrow morning."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Keselth returns shortly with a large platter of meat and veggies. He kneels down and feed's his pets bowl before placing it on the table, but only places down one place setting remarking he'll eat later. He does sit down across from you though.

"The market place is wonderful. I will so miss it when the chaos begins, but it will open again one day I'm sure."


He listens to what you have to say and before you're finished he begins typing away on his heavy duty work slate. A few minutes after you finish talking he looks up and says, "that won't be a problem. I'm having the crew load your ship with the items in question. Have room for anything else? I know some freight haulers have extra compartments. I take it you don't take passengers?"


"As to leaving tomorrow that's fine. There a very comfortable couple of rooms in the space about the office, "he says as he slides a key card across to you.

"Just be careful out there, and if you buy anything in a good size number contact me. It's easy to add to the paper work, but anything that couldn't be considered personnel. Six cases of rum no problem sixty we have issues. Otherwise they're not really cracking down. So have fun and I'll see you here tomorrow morning."

Dash wasn't particularly hungry and so he picked at his food slowly. He didn't want to appear rude by not eating, but most of the food was still there when he finished. He picked up on Keselth's comment about the marketplace and filed it away for use later.

Moving on to the business part, he nodded in appreciation at the fact that the rep was already loading his second load already. The idea of adding another load to take back made him bristle. One of his cargo bays wasn't really a bay anymore, but rather a home away from home. It was full of his workshops and leisure activities that he was able to stay out for a lot longer than the usual freighter pilot. At least the majority was about his personal use...

He grinned at the mention of rum, thinking about whether or not the flight jockeys would enjoy some non-military issued rum and how much he could charge. He nodded as he slid the key card in his inner coat pocket.

"I'll keep that in mind. I'll leave the loading process to you and your team. Oh, and I assume the 'Tin Men' will be staying behind?" He asked as he got up and gave the lupine critter a skritch between the ears as he stepped to shake hands with the SCSL rep.

Once his business was concluded, Dash stepped back to the ship for a moment to get his "day bag" before he went up to the rooms the SCSL kept for its employee's use. Dumping his bag and a few items he didn't need in the room, he walked the station, looking for the marketplace this station was known for.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Shaking her head Tina quickly slipped the candle into her bag as she made her way out the door. The 'love lube' was actually a specifically prepared lotion given to her by the medical section for treating skin irritation around her implanted companion. After she'd confessed to her flatmate that the gel caused her skin to tingle in a very provocative manner the 'priestess' had taken to applying it to any and every orifice available, both on her own body and on those of her 'parishioners'.

Luckily Tina's status with Fleet Intelligence meant she had an almost unlimited supply of the goop, and up until now the extra income from her friend's donations had come in very handy, but with her recent windfall Tina was beginning to wonder if the Neon's church might be better served with her finding another place to stay. One where random strangers wouldn't walk into her bunk in the middle of the night thinking she was part of the festivities. While the misunderstandings had been laughed off by station security the first couple of times, after Tina had had to break an engineer's arm to stop his wandering finger wandering quite as far into her pussy as he wanted them to suddenly the laughing had stopped.

As she waited in line at the repair bay Tina was a little surprised to see the number of applicants lined up. She'd thought the invitation for an interview would be more of a private, professional procedure but instead it seemed far more like an old fashioned coin toss. When the lumbering brute had started to make a scene her hand was already inside her pack, fingers gripping the katana tightly as she prepared for the worst, only to relax again as the blaster bolt knocked the man out cold.

Stepping over the body as it was hauled away Tina took her place in front of the panel but before starting spread her arms over her chest in the manner taught her by Selacia which seemed to make a greater display of her cleavage than would be expected of a religious greeting, and said the words "May your harvest always be bountiful," to the young Neons in the manner which Selacia had assured her would be respected among all her kind. Reaching into her pck Tina brought out the prayer candle and handed it to the nearest girl before finally turning to address the First Mate, who from her limited knowledge of shipboard etiquette she knew would be the man running the interview process for new crew members.

"My name is Christina deSousa and I'm a survivor of an alien attack which left me incarcerated in their prison for eight years. In that time I taught myself about their language, their technology and their style of fighting. When I was ready I managed to lead a rebellion which not only took out all my captors but also allowed myself and the other prisoners to seize their ship intact," As she spoke Tina reached into her pack and pulled out her data slate, quickly transferring the reports of the captured ship written by Fleet Intelligence to her prospective employers. The report had full details of the Fast-Attack Assault Raider Tina had arrived on, but didn't mention the fact that Tina's fighting style had involved her fucking the entire alien crew to the point of insensibility before leading the prisoners to cut their throats in their sleep.

"I've got some skill with ranged weapons of alien manufacture," She continued, pulling out the Alien Plasma Laser Battle Rifle and Exotic Alien Hunting Rifle she'd brought with her for examination, "However my main skill is in close combat." She didn't need to pull her sword all of the way out to let the panel see what she meant by that, and her body language was enough to tell them she knew how to move. The fact her combat style was based entirely on striptease performances and using her body as a distraction as she forced her blade into the alien's most tender organs wasn't something which needed to be explained right now, and she was sure the crew would be more than eager to ask questions after they'd seen her in action for the first time.

"There's also this," Tina said with a sigh, pressing the release on her gauntlet which caused the rear armour of her battle suit to fold away, revealing her naked back, and her passenger. "During combat it floods my system with chemicals which enhance speed, reaction time, strength and endurance. Fleet Intelligence believe it was part of an alien experiment to create super-soldiers, but something about the biochemistry made it incompatible with their own physiology." She didn't want to mention the other effects of the parasite, or the theory that it was really a tool to make the host into a more effective 'sex worker' for the ship's crew.

"I think that's everything you need to know, so you can either offer me a place on your crew ort I can go find another merc company hiring good, close quarters fighters with a grudge against the invaders." She finished off, packing her weapons away and taking a strong stance as she glared at the panel, daring them to turn her away.

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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 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

Laying the tentacle girl down Kazi could feel the gaze of the others on the beach watching as she slowly ran her tongue up and over the swollen lips between her thighs. The girl's flavour was, as with all other races ther Cho had sampled, totally unlike anything she'd tasted before. There wasn't even a way for her to describe the flavour in normal terms and as she worked her tongue deeper into the girl's embracing cunt the trader fell back on abstract concepts instead. She tastes like green, mixed with the sound of rose petals falling on silk sheets, the Cho finally decided with a smile as the tentacle girl's hands gripped the back of her head and pulled her face harder against her crotch.

Kazi knew her saliva had enzymes some races found uncomfortable, her biochemistry designed to hasten the breakdown of meat foodstuffs with a high acidic content than most races, but the girl seemed to be responding well to the stinging sensation within her birth canal as she gasped for air and clung to the Cho's smooth skull with both hands. Smiling with satisfaction at a job well done Kazi rolled her highly adaptive tongue around inside the stranger's sexual crevice, exploring every millimetre as she mapped out the unique differences of the alien's racial traits and savoured the full array of her senses as the girl orgasmed explosively onto her face.

When the girl was finally finished and collapsed in a heap onto the lounger Kazi finally moved away and lay back down beside her as she licked her lips clean and slotted her helmet back into place. While the experience with the girl had been a memorable one the roar of electromagnetic radiation coming from the crowd around her was making Kazi feel lightheaded, especially the surge from the two human males who seem to have been fixated with Kazi ever since her greeting to their fellow Earthling.

She hoped she hadn't overstepped some racial boundary in some way, raising their anger towards her. Both seemed highly aroused, but neither had made any attempt to mount her from behind as she'd tasted the tentacled girl's pussy, which seemed to be sending mixed signals as to their intentions. Turning her attention away from them, hoping they wouldn't cause a scene which would deprive her of the opportunity to sample a few more of the races on offer around her, Kazi checked her slate for messages.

The news of Wapha'kahle's death was saddening in a way, but at least he'd gone down fighting, which would bode well for his broodmates when time came to select a new progenitor. Bravery and fighting ability were often prime attributes in the choosing of the template for the race's future, despite the drift towards more peaceful pursuits. Sometimes Kazi wondered whether this was just a sign of sentimentality within the Council, harkening back to older, simpler times, but still it certainly gave rise to some very promising body types for the new generations.

As she read through the details of the attack she noted the report of one girl who'd miraculously survived birthing siox generations of the clawed monsters, although whether to call it lucky or not would be open to debate as each successive batch of offspring immediately turned on their 'mother', raping and impregnating her over and over until finally relief crews had managed to fight their way to her and surgically remove her seventh 'child' before it could impregnate her again.

Making a quick note of the battle reports Kazi quickly forwarded the information to her contacts in both the Pimmon and Syreen governments, in the hopes that the tactical analyses could open new combative options for the troops in dealing with terror attacks such as these. There was little chance anything new could be discovered from the massacre, but every iota of information helped to make the battle computers' predictions more accurate, and besides her contacts may decide the information is worth some sort of reward, and she was still hoping to receive a request to mate from the Pimmon.

Thinking of the Pimmon Kazi quickly opened a reply to her previous message from her other contact in the Trade Ministry and read over the contents with a scowl. SHe knew exactly what the old goat was hinting at and luckily could accommodate his needs. Quickly pulling up an inventory of her ship's supplies she located a crate for fairly common hygiene products which the civil servant had commented had had a very satisfactory effect on his wife's sporadic mating urges and with a tap of her slate ordered a few bottles to be forwarded to her contact as soon as possible. Sending an acknowledgement along with a request to be introduced to the Triceraton delegation as soon as convenient, as well as specifications on some new shielding technologies which may possibly be made available to his people should a favourable outcome be reached, the Cho moved on to the next message.

Unfortunately the final message was encrypted and had been forwarded to Kazi's personal computer back in her quarters. With an unhappy sigh and a final glance down the beach at the plethora of alien species yet to be sampled the trader quickly rose to her feet and packed away her articles before heading towards the entranceway.

It wasn't until she was just about to step out onto the street that the Cho remembered the odd human habit the security officers had advised her about the night before, and reaching into her bag she quickly fastened her microbikini into place to cover her mammary ducts, not quite understanding how the small disks of metal hide anything important from view. Wrapping her towel around her waist to cover her dripping sexual opening the Cho finally moved out into the accessway and made her way to the transit terminal. As she rode the mass transit system the Cho couldn't help but notice how many of the humans seemed to be paying her attention, but it was unsurprising. Her people were still an oddity in this part of space and it seemed there were very few other races whose custom of revealing their sexual availability to any who would wish to partake in their offer were few and far between.

Stepping into her quarters Kazi handed her bag over to Trixie, waving off the offer of a sparring session as the trader quickly moved into the cordoned off area she'd designated as her official workspace and taking a seat at her desk. With a few quick biometric scans the Cho was into her personal files and quickly brought up the private email which the Syreen seemed to be taking such extreme measures to secure.

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

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Captain Dash Claynor III

Keselth's pet reacts positively and rolls around on the floor before his owner replies to you. "Your 'tin men' will be a welcome addition to security. I'll make sure they're charged up and stay on duty. I assure you your craft will be as you left it with us. The loading won't take to long so you may even sleep in the craft if you like. If you have any issues feel free to contact me.

Once you're a block out from the landing bay area you're in a flurry of activity. You're in a small square flanked on all sides by impressive alien buildings with store fronts, and Syreen statues showing the females doing a variety of tasks. While the statues were added the buildings predate even the terrafarming done over a century ago. The market place is filled with tents and shacks where a multitude of alien races are doing business with the native Syreens.

Everything from fresh food and simple meals to fighter engines and space suits is up for sale. You also see a number of animals similar to Keselth's pet being used as watch dogs over piles of stock. There are only a handful of Fleet uniforms in site, and most of the aliens are of species not involved in the conflict.

A female wine merchant smiles at you happily and offers you a glass mug with contact information on it and wishes you well. She tells you drink because she knows you will be back. A female human performance artist swings from several lengths of silk hanging from a tree. The crowd below claps and tosses money and trinkets into a large stone bowl below guarded by a short, but tough looking lizard man who has a blaster and cutlass on his belt. It seems the merchants are particularly motivated today to move their inventory though.

You really don't have time to miss your security robots, because there are constant reminders of them throughout the market. Electronic Termination Devices as they're are billed by their manufacture patrol the square and stand in small groups. To anyone who has been in battle with these mechanical brutes their names nicknames usually contain at least one expletive. In a way they look like a throwback to a different age. They look like 6ft walking suits of plate mail armor with a bright metallic finish, and carrying a vibro broadsword and heavy blast rifle. They search the crowd looking for any potential dangers.

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."

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Selacia counts up what she has left and fills her expense jar which most of what she has left and smiles. Not bad for a nights work. Going to one job and finding another randomly. She knows they all paid so much out of embarrassment, but that's not her concern. She enjoys a spiritual cleanse, a shower and bath before putting on her night gown. She sighs and picks on of her sleep pads, and wanders over to your section of the living quarters. She goes inside your "portable library," and falls asleep among the stacks of books.


At the repair bay you encounter first the Neon females there. They listen to you and one does take the candle and they both nod happily. They return the greeting and happily say thank you in their Native tongue before going off. They do look back and both happily wave to you. It seems you made an unexpected positive impression.

This continues with the three men who listen and watch as you perform your presentation. The older man with long gray hair known as Rip nods approvingly several times as you speak. Casement listens, but keeps looking at his data slate then back you, but the sex part very much catches his attention. Drifter seems interested in you physically, but has a look of someone being wowed. When you're finished they gesture that they need a minute and step away from the table and begin talking amongst themselves.

Drifter lights up a cigar and comes back over to the table and looks at you then gestures for someone to come over. A large gorilla humanoid walks over towards the table. He's probably one of of the races of intelligent apes breed as warriors. These experiments never seemed to workout as planned, but scientists kept trying. He's massive in size and has on heavy battle armor and is carrying a vibro pike.

Drifter hardly reacts to his presents which makes many in the crowd uneasy. Without even looking back he says, "Sustorn take over would you please. You know the criteria. We have an applicant we need to talk too now."

The large ape nods and picks up the data slate from the desk which looks tiny in his grasp. He looks over at you and gestures for you to go to the room off to the side next to where the other applicants have been going. In a rather refined voice he says, "please move along madam. There are many more applicants to see and I'm sure you have things that need to be discussed. Good day."

As soon as you walk away though you hear his thundering voice yell, "Next!"

Inside the room once again the three sit down at a table with their backs to the inside wall and you're offered a chair in the middle of the room. Drifter puts out his cigar in a glass of ice water and leans back and says, "well we don't get many like you. In fact I have to wonder if you're not just some plant from Fleet intelligence trying to..."

The old man interrupts, "they don't send people like this. They send people trying to be unassuming. I don't think an alien survivor who is been modified is exactly low key Drifter. Besides what's the bloody point of spying on us anyway. They're always more then happy to confiscate the good stuff once we've hauled it back to the safety of space dock."

"Hope you got paid for the bit of work you did honey. Now the fact is we could really use someone like you for what we have planned, but we need someone who is really committed. We're thinking you get two shares for being an officer. I'll explain that in a second and another share for your special abilities let's say. So you're looking at a pretty good percentage."

Casement looks at his companions before speaking up and saying, "you'll make some good money with us. Now if you want to do any side business with the crew well that's your business just don't let it get out of hand. We have more trouble with camp followers then we do with the goddamn mercenaries. We're offering you a position as one of our boarding party leaders. So what do you think?"

Many privateers overload on crewmen since they often board enemy vessels and if they're lucky capture intact ones and need a crew to operate them. Along with that on particularly long cruises they take non-combat personnel ranging from cooks to whores to make the journey more comfortable. They don't receive shares, but make their money servicing the crew.

From what you understand of the pirate/privateer codes you're being offered a good number of shares. It's in line with a surgeon or engineer and other valuable positions on board, but your skills are very unique. So far the company has turned a profit. The position mentioned is often one given to someone commanding both crew and "marines" when boarding. They have few other duties on ship other then prepare to attack the enemy craft when the opportunity presents itself. High risk, but also high reward.

 

[JudeRodney]

Sitting on a bench in the changing room, Karl looked thoroughly embarrassed at what had just transpired. He had no idea that going to a nude beach meant getting his junk grabbed out of nowhere. It took him awhile to calm down.

Before getting dressed, he decided to check for messages. There was the usual spam offering great deals on whatever to webcams offering the hottest sluts on the internet. Then there was the all-important message from HQ. They wanted to know if he decided ob anything. He sent a reply requesting Isis Nakamura for the assignment, but only if she was medically cleared. Other than that, he had no further candidates.

With that bit of business done, he got himself dressed and went back to his apartment. With his day ruined, he just wanted to get some rest. He just hoped tomorrow would be a better day.

 

[littlesisters]

Stella Bremer

Stella was quite repulsed at the actual figure of the alien plasma submachinegun, it really looks organic, the fleshy composition of the gun looks like its beating with life, when she tries to hold it she was disgusted at the rough skin of the weapon but despite its creepy material, the weapon is ironically more sophisticated than the Fleet Marine's standard issue.

Stella's examination of the alien weapon was interrupted when she heard the doorbell rang, she looked at the video feed from her security camera, there she saw a young man wearing a hooded cloth sprinting away just after he dropped the metal case.

She goes outside her quarters picking up the metal crate and brings it to her room, Stella examines both the outer and inner part of the box carefully, even using her omni tool to make an x-ray scan to see if there's any rigged explosive inside but to her surprise, the x-ray vision of the omni tool couldn't provide any internal imaging of the box, HAMMER Industries is really good at concealing things at the highest level.

So, having left without any other options to look into the box without opening it, Stella finally decides to check the box in the most common fashion. She pressed the biometric device of the box and within a few seconds it quickly verified her fingerprint and recognizes her HAMMER ID. Once the verification was done the box immediately opens itself up revealing before Stella the contents.

She was expecting another batch of exotic lethal firearms but to her surprise, Stella saw the things that almost made her burst into laughter. Inside the box were a pack of Cuban cigars, a 40 years vintage vodka, a datapad and of course her favorite, a luxury red lacy thong.

Setting aside trivialties first, she took the datapad and read its contents, and just what Stella wanted, she was given a classified mission briefing regarding hostile alien cells brooding in the city's red light district as well as small information regarding human accomplices who are giving the Zetas a safe haven within the city's debauched places.

Orders are straightforward clean sweep operation by eliminating all of the clubs attendants including the customers.

Other important information includes of the Alien Plasma Submachinegun's prioritization safety, that she should not let it get captured by anyone else not even the Fleet's local authorities. In the event that should the weapon get destroyed during her mission, she must rid the weapon of any traces.

Another thing is that she must avoid getting the attention of the local authorities, once she is inside the Pleasure Perks club, she is going to be alone for the rest of the mission without receiving any backup.

There is also an alarming information regarding the event of failing the mission, in the event that should Stella gets captured and subjected to interrogation, she must deny herself of any involvement with her employers and put up a facade that she is with the local authorities, if this fails and the interrogation breaks her, HAMMER will deny any involvement and information regarding the incident and will consider Stella's employment to be summarily terminated...... Permanently.

Then on the last part of the briefing, Stella reads that Mr. X would like her to make a selfie while wearing the red lacy thong and to enjoy the vodka and the cigars.

After reading her mission briefing, Stella immediately rigs the Alien Plasma SMG with small explosive detonators enough to completely destroy the weapon so she could destroy it if in case the weapon would be lost from her.

Since she has a few hours more before her mission, Stella goes into the bank and withdraws all of her bank deposits in her primary account and divides them into her two other accounts with different names.

Then as she gets back into her home she took some of her best weapons excluding the Alien Plasma SMG and rigs her quarters with explosives that will trigger should anyone trespass into her home. Before leaving again, Stella strips herself of all her apparels and wears the red lacy thing and made a full body selfie of herself wearing the red thong and completely topless with her left arm above her head to show her armpit, then she made another one showing her sweet ass as well as the back string of the thong and finally a sideview. Stella sends all of the snapshots directly to Mr. X's private line.

Then Stella dresses up and leaves her quarters using a secret tunnel that is connected to an underpass which was constructed by the aliens who formerly owned the Battlestation. Once on the surface near the district that is mostly populated by Pimmons, Stella heads out to a cheap inn that is being run by a Pimmon. Upon getting there Stella was welcomed by the blue skinned alien innkeeper with such courtesy that he only gives to..... Well, female humans. Stella made a checked in for a one week period.

Once insider her room, she took a bath again then took a nap for a few hours. As night falls Stella wakes up, ordering a hot meal from the motel which was courteously served by the Pimmon innkeeper himself as if treating Stella like a honored guest but Stella knew better on why the Pimmon acts so "politely" and "punctual" despite the fact he is so subtle on where his eyes are gazing now tha his customer only wears a bathrobe, Stella just let it pass, at least the Pimmon innkeeper seemed to be just friendly.. After eating she washes her face, then contemplates in front of the mirror, trying to think what she would do should HAMMER moves in to erase her. She hopes that her plan B will keep her alive for as long as she needs to get away from the prying eyes of HAMMER agents.

As she clears her mind, Stella gears up for the mission, she puts on her fortified suit and check's the suits integrity, core functions and other features like the optic camouflage. Then she straps in her sidearm and grenade bandolier, she checks both of her omni tools on both of her arms, checking the electronics and other gadgets as well as the tech power ammunitions like the incendiary rounds and cryo rounds, then finally she straps in the Alien Plasma SMG on her back.

Stella heads outside using the balcony of the room and rides a rent-a-shuttle to head to the club. While the shuttle is still airborne, she sets it on autopilot so it would remain circling around the air until otherwise commandeered to go directly to her designated location. She dons a glider pack at the back of her shoulders and attaching wings to her arms

Stella then jumps out of the shuttle in mid-air then and activates her glider, swirving down from the sky with ludicrous speed. While she is gliding down she triangulated her drop point directly on the club's rooftop.

With precise maneuvering Stella was able to land quietly on the Pleasure Perk's rooftop, from there she accessed the emergency stairs and goes down to the fire exit door of the main bar area, upon arriving on the fire exit she activates her optic camouflage making her completely invisible to the naked eye, then she puts a grenade on the locks and readies herself.

Showtime, the fire exit doors suddenly blows open sending a quick alarm to the building as well as triggering mass panic on all of people in the bar. While the customers and the cloned strippers and GROs were rushing away for the main entrance, Stella breaches in and throws three guided rounds of tech power incendiaries to the main entrance, engulfing it in flames which forced the fleeing people to run and stray anywhere. The Stella made a strafing run, firing streams of rapid plasma rounds to the bouncers and security officers who are assisting the club's patron and other personnel. Stella quickly dispatched the bouncers and usherettes in quick succession as well as managing to hit some customers who get into her line of fire.

As the other guards from the upper balcony saw the tracers of the Alien gun, they relentlessly shoot everywhere from above, not bothering on who gets shot as they provide suppressing fire for the floor managers and the main human collaborators who are running this illicit strip club, some stray bullets have accidentally hit drunk customers and waiters, it was becoming quite of a killing spree. Stella rolls in a large sofa then fires continuously on the guards who were shooting at her inaccurately, thus it made the Alien Plasma SMG to overheat. Stella let's the built in coolant of the weapon do it works as it ejects an annoying spray of hot air which is somehow drawing out her location that the guards quickly noticed. Then they fire again, barraging the sofa with bullets that flips and destroys the expensive couch. Stella tumbles out as soon as it was flipped, she then hastily retaliates by lobbing a fire bomb disc to the balcony that killed some of the guards who were closed to each other. The rest of the guards got dissuaded, they fall back to the VIP section escorting the fleeing key figures of the club.

As the smoke clears, Stella decloaks her suit revealing herself to a few people who were stranded from the firefight. She saw three frightened clone strippers cowering in fear. As per HAMMER orders Stella kills the 3 strippers in cold blood with her sidearm while having a devious smirk plastered across her face as she put bullets between their eyes. Then she goes to the counter getting an expensive alcoholic orange juice and drinks two glasses before setting out to the VIP room's special delivery access elevators.

Probably right now the human collaborators are fleeing and leaving their lackeys to defend the ZETA aliens especially the queen that is immobile and nesting. Of course the ZETA soldiers will be ready to fight tooth and nail just to guard their queen with their lives.

Stella in Fortified Suit

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Mistress Indodakazi

While humans have come a long way you realize in their sexual development there is still much diversity in their thinking. Most do refrain from open displays of affection, but those same people are more then happy to be unconventional behind closed doors. What does seem clear to you is that humans enjoy having some level of relationship status before engaging in intercourse of any kind. How intimately they need to know someone is completely subjective though.

Still on the beach nobody made any effort to stop your pleasure making and those who looked were pleased by what they saw. It seems many males and females were aroused and you know several couples walked off to the changing tents nearby. While you might not of received outward approval, but nobody was displeased either.

The Pimmon Hunt Master Porall does send another thank you reply, and gives you an attachment. It seems an associate of his who is a skilled armorer has taken up residence on the station. He has a storefront shop close to one of the alien parks which allows regular hunting. Says he's a friend and provides many fine weapons.

One fact comes to light that you hadn't previously heard about, but makes sense when you think about it. Seems these clawed beasts have no problem raping men as well for their breeding, but there is no chance of their survival. Interestingly enough though they do butcher and eat any livestock they find. Their "partners" the Zetas seem to take any food they find and throw it into their cylindrical food processing units. There is one note in the report about a fight between the partners though at one location.

Your the Trade Ministry contact let's you know once his contacts are satisfied and the rest of the delivery can be arranged he'll send you all the information you require. He is very interested in the shield technology though, and asks if you're willing to provide it free or defer payments until the end of the conflict.

Covering up on the transit ride seems like the right choice though you see many other species at least wearing revealing clothing. Also there are always those who are oblivious to such things. Several dependents of a mother wearing a Fleet uniform play nearby and are perfectly happy to smile at you. One even says she likes your helmet.

Run through your coded terminal as well as your standard security message you feel that nobody will know you're receiving this message. Your Syreen contact Brauesia of Syreen League of City works as a diplomat, but you know here duties are essentially "handling the black bag" regardless of her job title. While the Syreen aren't acustom to war they've always been great believers of having good intelligence on friends and enemies alike.

One of the ways you became intimately acquainted with Brauesia was turning on of the Syreen true passion parties. These grew out of a need for the diplomatic corp to meet with their agents in a discrete manner. Framed as cultural events the parties serve dual purpose. The Syreen have been known, to discretely marry off young females as trophy wives. These marriages aren't to heads of state, but often to members of their staffs or mid-level leaders.

They become valuable sources of information, and the program has evolved over the years. Now many of these women are simply mistresses to the powerful. For those who don't have that freedom though the parties are a way for them to check in with their handlers. They spend time being debriefed during the weeks' festivities, and the rest of the time is filled with hedonistic orgies. Among the Syreen many females think the only meaningful relationships in life are with other females of their species. While they'll have sex with and even breed with males from other species, some only look on it as a fun exploration.

Brauesia included you in several discrete lesbian encounters with the Syreen mistresses of many powerful trade magnets and ministers. Besides enjoying yourself you brought in many human and neon pleasure women to a well secured compound on land owned by the Syreen government. As of late she's passed on information in exchange for favors, often times smuggling people and materials. In diplomacy covert actions are everything.

Normally she hasn't used this level of secrecy, but as you read the message going passed gossip and familiar topics she finally addresses her issue on the station. It appears Xedu a daughter of a powerful family who has massive property holdings in the Empire is behaving badly. Drunken orgies, servants trafficking in illegal drugs, and if that isn't enough she's speaking against the war.

Right now it's just speaking out at cocktail parties, but she's been an embarrassment at several state functions. The family is doing little to calm her behavior, and recently more disturbing reports have arrived. It seems she has secret contact with the invaders. She's trying to broker some kind of deal that will allow her house to keep holdings for their support. Whether her family endorses this action or not is unknown at this time.

Someone who isn't part of the political landscape needs to handle this for the good of the nation. How this threat is neutralized is up to you, but it needs to be handled. Xedu cannot be allowed to speak out the way she has, and being a traitor simply cannot be tolerated. Your old associate awaits your answer.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Survivor Christina 'Tina' deSousa

Getting a little nervous as the three men invite her into a back room, her previous experience with such situations usually only ending one way and she'd prefer to keep her battle armour clean from male bodily secretions at least until leaving the station. Luckily the men seem far more interested in actually talking business, rather than 'talking business' and soon Tina relaxes, the chemicals trickling into her blood from Junior beginning to dissipate even as she felt her heart rate pounding and her crotch moistening, much to her embarrassment.

"I've a few connections with Fleet Intelligence," the survivor openly admitted to her prospective employers, after all with their connections they were sure to find out about her monthly interviews and medical check-ups so it'd be best to come clean with the straight away. "If anything they should be an advantage for you. They trust me enough to wander around the station with this... implant and I can't see them wanting to stop me from leaving at any point. Also with a few words in the right ear I should be able to steer the spooks off of anything you'd rather I not see. Just let me know what you'd like them to hear about and what you'd rather them not knowing and I'm sure we can help each other out."

It was tricky business talking so openly about counter-intelligence, especially since she barely knew these three men and for all she could guess they may be working for FI themselves. It was a risk she was willing to take though, if they were as paranoid about the new recruit as they seemed they probably knew each other well enough to spot a traitor in their own ranks, and the secured room they were in seemed sound-proofed and signal scrambled, which made some talk a little less dangerous.

"While I'm being honest with you I have to let you know I've never been formally in command of other people before. I know how to motivate people sure..." ...in her own special way... "...but as for commanding them in combat, I'm not sure if I'm up to the task. I'd make good as squad tech support though, with both my training and experience with alien technology I can pretty much bypass anything onboard one of their smaller ship, and I'd probably be able to mess up systems on their larger ships enough to give a definite advantage to the boarding party once I get onboard ship.

"On a side note, I've been offered a consultancy position with Annex and I'd be looking to take a portion of my share as technology and any looted data we could obtain from captured ships. Would that be okay for your guys? I'd be happy to forego payment in lieu of captured gear if that makes things more even for you." With her recent windfall Tina's finances were comfortable enough that the loss of income shouldn't be too much of a problem, and the bounty for any recovered technology, especially anything returned intact and in working order, should more than make up for her losses.

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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

Pushing all other messages aside for now Kazi concentrated on the secured package received from her old mating friend. Even for a Syreen Brauesia had been an energetic and creative lover and Kazi looked forwards to every occasion where she could share bodily fluids with the female, but right now it seemed there were more pressing issues at hand than their mutual physical indulgence.

Leaning back in her chair Kazi reached up and unfastened her helmet. Her quarters had been specially shielded from electromagnetic radiation so they were comfortable enough not to need the headgear, even if it had become a tradition among her people to wear them even when out of mixed company whenever offworld. The cheeky thrill of being unmasked, even if only in her own quarters, sent a shiver up her spine and as she contemplated the problem Xedu posed to the war efforts the Cho gently slipped her hand down between her thighs and began to idly stroke her smooth pussy, her lips still oiled from the tentacle girl's massage, as well as Kazi's own natural lubricants.

If the child was working with the enemy then there was an opportunity which Kazi could turn to her advantage, especially if it was treated with a little discretion. The problem then lay with exactly how to approach the girl without drawing undue suspicions from her. Teasing her fingers up along the inside her her labia the trader reached out with her other hand and opened her social calendar. There weren't any events in the near future booked where she'd be able to casually bump into the girl, in fact for most of the next two months Kazi would be busy with diplomatic functions and religious events as she tried to establish a reputation for herself on the station after her recent arrival, but she did have some time free which could easily be used to engineer a happy coincidence and bring her into close contact with the girl.

It only took three calls for Kazi to discover which of the station's beauty spas Xedu used, get herself accepted as a VIP member and book an appointment with the Syreen's favourite masseuse at a time when the child normally attended the salon. With any luck that should have the two women in the same place at the same time, everything else would be down to Kazi's own natural charms and her ability to smooth talk the alien into a favourable course of action. And right now that meant getting introduced to the girl's new alien friends.

With the hard work finished Kazi lifted her leg up onto the desk and rewarded herself by slipping a finger up into her birth canal. For her people the organ was vestigial as far as being used for breeding was concerned the inner lining had grown more sensitive over the last few generations, making the experience of her fingertip stroking over it cause the trader to purr loudly and soon begin to moan and pant with sexual desire. It didn't feel as good as when another was the one manipulating her sexual organ, but it was more than enough to keep the trader's mind focused on her work for now.

Once she'd experienced her high Kazi turned her attention back to the data terminal, quickly glancing at the stock reports and shuffling a few sales and goods transfer orders before transferring the profits to her private account. Such small trading not only help finance her personal endeavours but also generated new contacts within the station's network of traders, suppliers and salesmen and before she'd finished the Cho had already received a couple of requests for personal information from established firms. With a tap of her data slate she quickly forwarded her resume to the contacts, complete with her full medical file and details of her breeding habits, as was customary among her people.

As she gazed at the message from her Syreen trade contact Kazi set the message aside for a moment and quickly opened a channel to her own government representative at the diplomatic mission on the station. As the screen lit up the trader quickly donned her helmet once more, not wanting to send the wrong signals to the recipient by offering to mate over an open channel before the business at hand had been completed.

Moments later she was greeted with the familiar mask of the male undersecretary of the delegation, a man she had dealt with many times in the past. While his physical endowments weren't as developed as Wapha'kahle's had been the male had an adventurous spirit and creative mind that more than made up for his shortcomings and Kazi couldn't help but feel her flesh flushing with arousal at the sight of him.

"Good day, Ocansini. Is the Ambassador available?" She asked with a clear crisp tone, trying to make it clear that this was a business call, not a personal one, despite her physical reaction to the sight of him.

"I'm afraid not, Ubulili Nomuntu Ongathandani," the civil servant replied, using his pet name for her and letting her know he was alone in his office right now. "Was there something urgent I can help you with."

Kazi didn't need to be able to see the male's eyes to know exactly where his vision was focused as he replied to her and shifting in her seat a little the trader spread her legs wide to make sure he got a good view of her engorged, post-climatic cunt as her juices dripped out of it. "I was hoping to arrange a trade of technology, shield generators compatible with military vessels."

Turning his attention away from the sight of her pulsing cunt for a moment Ocansini consulted something on his desk, his fingers quickly calling up some information out of range of Kazi's camera. "Who are the buyers?" He asked, his voice focused and professional even though his own sexual organ could now be clearly seen rising up between his legs.

"The Syreen. I was looking to offer some basic schematics as a sweetener as well as low-grade models for immediate installation. Once they approve of the technology and are satisfied there are no compatibility issues with their other systems we should be able to offer them higher grade models for a good profit." The trader replied even as her fingers began to slowly play over her sex once more, her fingertips tracing over the swollen folds as she pried them apart and let her juices drip down onto the seat beneath her.

With his gaze fixed steadily on her Ocansini cleared his throat and quickly turned away as his pulsating cockhead began to drip secretions onto the desktop in front of him. "That shouldn't be a problem. We currently have several obsolete Mark-VII ship-grade units in storage which could be transferred within the day. They were marked for destruction now that our own ships have been fitted with the XXIIs but should still offer a sizeable improvement to the Syreen's current systems."

"That should be perfect," Kazi said, smiling inside her helmet. "If you have them shipped over to my personal hanger I'll arrange the transfer of ownership immediately." With a few quick taps on her slate, and two fingers slipped up into her cunt again, spreading her opening wide enough to illicit a loud moan of approval from her friend, Kazi prepared her crew to receive the shipment of supplies. "And tomorrow you and I can get together to discuss your own reward for the transaction," the trader finished reaching up and unclipping her helmet to let Ocansini watch as she licked her juices from her fingers.

As the screen cut out she saw in the final instant of transmission the civil servant as his hand darted down and took hold of his throbbing sexual organ and Kazi knew right now he was violently masturbating at the thought of feeling her tight, wet cunt wrapped around his shaft. Rising from her sticky seat the trader headed over to the refresher unit. Business always seemed to leave her in a mess, but at least she was helping the war effort in her own little way.

Standing under the flowing water the Cho relaxed her body, letting her pores open as her sex-fueled scent filled the chamber. Tomorrow should be a day of excitement, with a trip to Porall's friend in the morning to see about arranging some hunting before meeting with Ocansini for a good hard fucking in the afternoon. For a moment Kazi wondered whether a trip to her favourite Neon priestess in the evening would also be too much for one day, but as the flowing water seeped down between her legs the Cho smiled happily to herself. There can never be too much of a good thing, she reminded herself, and slipped her fingers inside her cunt once more.

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Character Profile: [LINK]
Owned Equipment and Supplies: [LINK]
Equipped Gear: -nothing-
Carried Gear: 1 Data Slate