Deep Space IC

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room

No one ever went to Med School to have a good time – that includes Grace. Intensive classes, competitive students, long hours of studying, followed by the real work of internships and residencies means it had been a long time since Grace just relaxed and had a good time. Even though she was the girl known a “the fun one”, when put into perspective that wasn’t saying much. No matter how much she wanted to enjoy herself, responsible choices had to be made and she always made them. Not since the break between her junior and senior years in college has she let of control long enough to do something just for the fun of it for very long.

She still had no recollection of getting the Rod of Asclepius tattooed on her hip, but when the vacation was over, there it was.

Now, school is over and here she is. God knows where but Grace sure doesn’t. When the party is over, she is ready to return to her hard work and responsible choices but at that moment she had a very comfortable, if temporary, seat.

Playfully, she took Corcin's bottom lip between her teeth and sucked off the last taste of the whiskey. The Jameson's wasn’t to her taste, but the rest she thought she could develop a taste for.

A very nice delivery system.

But to be sure, she had to test it.

Positive results need to be duplicated for the test to be valid.

She strained to pull him closer without lifting her weight from his legs. Her still decently covered breasts were pressed against his bare chest and for a second she regretted her habit of wearing clothing. She held him to her and kissed him, hard.

Abruptly, she pulled away. She released his head and leaned back, smiling as she stood up.

“I don’t want to have all the fun at once“, she said with a questioning cock of her head.

 

[Nordican]

Corcin sat their just looking blissfully content. When she sucked on his lip seeking the trace elements of his drink he'd felt the little shiver down his spine not wholly prepared for the doctor's surprisingly in depth approach. Then he had felt her lips against his and he returned the hard press as the two just sat their and when she pulled him closer he couldn't help but let a little grin play on his features when he'd felt her chest press against his bare skin. It had been quite an invigorating experience to say the least and one that the helmsman was interested to see a repeat of.

'Nothing helps make you feel more alive after cryo sleep than a beautfiul girl planting her lips and body against yours.' Corcin thought as she stood up and it was hard to keep a straight face when his hands found themselves clutching air.

At her comment he gave her a sly smirk as he just slowly rested back in his chair. "Of course. Just let me know if you ever want to run any more tests. I'm sure you'll find I'm a very capable and willing subject." He said as he just sat there and idly saw Victor moving over to Kat. Then his eyes were back to Grace and a little flash of red was on his cheeks for a moment as he looked at her then brought his hand to his lips.

 

[EuphoricDysphoria]

Rylee Scott: Engineer - Rec Room

She sat back happily in her chair, rocking it back onto two legs and admired the scene unfolding in front of her. Two women were dancing in one corner and one of them was half naked. Rylee admired their bodies and assessed their strength in comparison to their own. Kat looked like a handful. Rylee smiled and took another pull on her cigar.

Across the table, the doctor was kissing one of the helmsmen lustily, which just made Rylee cackle with glee. The woman looked so conservative but she straddled Corcin like a two bit hooker and was attempting a rather unorthodox version of mouth to mouth.

Then she noticed the card Adam had turned over and it took a moment for her to remember what it meant. She set her chair on all four feet and stared at Adam combatively. If he wanted to try truth or daring her, he better have a spare pair of panties to hand.

Of course he might not challenge her. There were hotter, drunker women in the room and there was an outside chance that Adam was bi or hetero, with a functioning cock. Maybe he'd challenge one of the guys? Corcin looked like his type, if he swung that way. Adam had always been tight lipped about his personal life, which told Rylee that he had something to hide, since he was tactlessly frank about pretty much everything else.

 

[HotKittygirl]

“Coulda fooled me,” Kat laughed huskily under her breath, even if she was impressed by the rather bountiful package she had found she wasn’t going to like this bastard know. Victor didn’t need an ounce of help with his already big ego. As she settled back into her chair there was no doubting the look she got from the jarhead and if his words struck any cord with her those cybernetic crimson orbs didn’t show it. Instead she simply smirked, raising one leg up into the chair as she lifted her hips lightly and made to grab the crotch of her pants.

“I might be, but I got the bigger cock,” She flashed that lopsided grin, her slender brows arching above her gaze for a moment before more cards were drawn and Grace literally pounced Corky and slid her tongue down his throat. She couldn’t help but laugh at that, her hand slipping from her crotch to slap her knee before she turned to watch the busty Russian continue to dance and sing. There was no denying those jostling mounds of flesh, though as Victor teased her that grin faltered.

“Do I look like I’m about to get my ass up and dance? I think you lost count on how many drinks I’ve down. You want to see my shake my tits you better get to pullin’ more cards,” With that she leaned up and snatched a card off the top of the deck and threw it over, her crimson gaze fluttering towards it as she did.

The nine of spades fluttered onto its back and Kat was the first to laugh at it. She knew exactly what that meant and for all her bluster and fire she wouldn’t falter.

“Well looks like I’ll be butt ass naked before I even get another shot,” She snorted and shoved up from the seat. Her hands slid towards the buckle of her belt and unlatched it in one swift jerk, though she did not move to take it off. Instead she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her pants and jerked them down off her sleek hips, revealing the black boyshort panties underneath and nothing else. She turned and bent at the waist, giving Victor a rather tempting display of that well-defined backside. That lush frame was taut and toned from a life of constant activity and if Kat had a feature that stuck out it was that rear. She turned again as she rose and snatched up her pants, only to toss them over Victor’s head.

“How’s the view, Vicky?” Kat rumbled, a hint of something flickering in those crimson gaze as she poked the bear with the stick.

 

[HotCider]

Victor Caldwell

Do I look like I’m about to get my ass up and dance? I think you lost count on how many drinks I’ve down. You want to see me shake my tits you better get to pullin’ more cards.

Victor stood by to watch the red-head draw a black nine and the mischievous grin was back on his face. What was she going to take off this time?

Well looks like I’ll be butt ass naked before I even get another shot.

He watched as she unfastened her belt and immediately thought, Pfft, what a bitch. Even though he was clearly one to talk. When her thumbs curled into the waistline of her pants and her pants came down to unveil her backside, the grin on Victor’s face immediately shrank. It dissolved behind lips that came together in a manner to conceal all emotion. As she bent over to draw her pants from about her ankles, Victor felt every alarm and engine going off inside him as his libido lit on fire. He had already felt hot from the alcohol, but the extra heat he was feeling was making his cotton shirt feel like a heat blanket against his skin. As her black boy shorts rode along her toned and creamy cheeks, creeping closer to being tucked within her crevices, he saw the hump of her muffin, her panties practically molded against it. It was that moment when Victor realized that he had lost this battle.

He was as hard as rock, and there was so much lewd energy coursing through his arms, hands, and fingers as his conscience viciously scolded him for not grabbing her ass and shoving his girth inside her. His tattoos were brighter than they were before, exciting a soft glow along his left sleeve and back. It was embarrassing, and his teeth clenched within his mouth as Kat straightened and tossed her pants at him.

Victor was caught off guard and had been slow to block the teasing assault that tumbled over his head. The pants legs flopped over his shoulders as the crotch sank over his face. He reached a hand up to remove the garments as he overheard Kat’s quip: How’s the view, Vicky?

The Marine jerked the pants from his face and whipped them onto the table that sent a few cards fluttering to the floor. Without a word, Victor stormed away from the table, and out of the rec room in a clear fit of anger.

Hallway Outside the Rec Room

Idiot. He had only had four shots, and he felt far from inebriated, but apparently, he didn’t see that he was being fucked with. The bitch was lucky they were in public for the captain was right there, and if he had done anything, he would have been the next one in the brig. That probably had been her plan all along, and it wasn’t worth getting blue balls over.

Once he was in the quiet hall, the music a humming murmur behind him, Victor stopped, closed his eyes, and exhaled a deep breath. It had been one of his calming exercises to deal with his temper. He needed to cool off in more ways than one. His silver eyes flicked to the blue symbol of a man that marked the men’s lavatory.

Men’s Lavatory

The Marine stepped through the door as it hissed back to grant him access and he approached the sink. Raising his hand over the basin, he tapped the air as square, disc-like buttons appeared beneath his finger on a milky glow. He set the temperature of the water he wanted, and then cut on the faucet as a gush of water flowed from its mouth to swiftly fill the basin. The faucet cut off once the water reached the selected level and Victor stepped forward to dip his hands into the cool liquid. He eased over the basin, cupping handfuls of the liquid and dousing his face. His pores screamed a little at the chosen temperature before a relaxing sensation rushed through his mind like a river, clearing it of his irritations.

Combing the cool water back through his raven hair, after finally calming down, he no longer felt angry at Kat, but felt slight humiliation from his own behavior. He must have looked like a jackass. Straightening, water rolled down his jaw and dripped from his chin to leave dark spots along the collar of his grey shirt. His hair was wild and messy, having become unkempt from the moisture he had carelessly raked through it. For a moment, he stood there frowning at the floor and at himself. He would have to go into the stall and take care of his problem in a second. The weight of his testicles was bringing him further discomfort.

 

[Nordican]

Corcin was momentarily distracted from looking at Grace for many reasons. For one there was still a drunk Russian chick dancing around topless, secondly Kat decided to perform a little strip tease to tantalize more than just Victor and then thirdly the marine's abrupt exit from the room.

He was thrown off a bit himself given he would have been perfectly fine if the price of seeing Kat or any of the other girls just in their panties was well worth some pants in the face in fact he would probably have just laughed it off. It was Christmas and it was all in good fun but apparently not the kind of fun Victor was looking for it appeared.

He didn't know what to say but he felt it the storm off was a potential party killer and the music just seemed to keep playing around them as his eyes looked back around though mostly they settled on Grace given her proximity.

It really wasn't his place to go get involved, he didn't know Victor, or Grace or Kat or any of the other ones for that matter. But they were a team now right? A crew who had to share success and failure. Maybe it was the beer talking but all the same Corcin stood up slowly from his chair.

"Not sure what's that all'about." He slurred ever so slightly. "Maybe I should go check'things out." Corcin said though his eyes looked towards Grace for a moment trying to discern any sign that perhaps he should just let the security trooper go and stick around. Corcin really wanted to stick around but he felt like someone should do something but then he was slightly already feeling the effects of his own inebriation.

'Should have eaten more..'

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room

From the corner of her eye, Grace watched Kat remove her pants while teasing Victor with a close up view of her fine ass. Kat’s control was impressive and more so was her ability to turn Victor’s words and actions around to suit herself. Grace admired the way the young security officer gave as good as she got, and then some.

The doctor was leaning over to pick out her next card for the game when an incoming pair of pants slapped on to the table, just missing her head. She looked up in time to see Victor stomp out of the rec room. She glanced over to Kat, but she found her face to be unreadable. Was she happy to have chased him off the field and clearly be the winner of their little game? Or was she sorry that it had proven to be so easy? Grace couldn’t say for sure.

"Maybe I should go check'things out."

Grace was not happy to hear Corcin’s offer and her good spirits slipped slightly. But being honest with herself she had to admit that was mostly because she simply didn’t want Corcin to go. She was having fun, and looking forward to drawing a card that would land her back on Concin’s lap – if she was lucky. And she hoped to get lucky.

Really, if Victor wanted to act like a child, let him go to his room to throw his tantrum or sulk.

But is was Christmas and every dysfunctional family Christmas party had at least one blow up. “If you could bring him back in a better frame of mind, that would be great.” She shrugged, “But if not, well, an angry, belligerent drunk…” Her words trailed off but her meaning was clear.

She knelt down on the floor and started collecting the scattered cards, then turned facing up to Corcin, “I’ll straiten up and see if I can find some snacks to go with the drinks.”

Without looking, she reached up to the table and grabbed one of the shot glasses. She didn’t hesitate, she downed it at once.

“Don’t be gone too long.” She said with a cheeky grin, “The party is just starting.”

 

[Nordican]

Rec Room.

Behind his eyes Corcin fought a little struggle. He felt like doing what was right by some standard of brotherhood. It was only the nature of Victor's break away that had really made him feel the need to act but it appeared the sentiment wasn't really shared by others. Worse when Grace shrugged and gave her sentiment he felt like he could just pick up on the feeling that she didn't want him to go chasing off after him.

First she'd just taken another one of the shots and his teeth ground slightly together.

“Don’t be gone too long.” Then he'd watched her grin at him as she picked up the cards that had dropped and he'd felt his resistance breaking a little bit more. “The party is just starting.”

Corcin bent down a bit and helped her with some of the cards to bring them together to her hands.

"I won't be..."

Then he returned her smile and when they were below the table hopefully obscured from the others he leaned forth and gave her a little peck on the cheek.

"In case the belligerent smacks me into a bulkhead. But then again I'd get to see more of you then wouldn't I." He said before he stood up and then moved quickly for the door cause if he was slow he wouldn't leave.

'Dammit.Swear to God if that marine gets in the way of my night I don't care how strong he is he's getting a punch right in between the eyes.' With that Corcin was out of the Rec Room. He looked around back and forth down the hallway and saw no trace of Victor but that wasn't surprising.

'Bogus fool probably went back to his room.'

 

[HotKittygirl]

Rec room

She had expected more of a reaction that this. Her pants were tossed aside onto the table and the neatly stacked cards, much to her surprise. The first time she had called him that the jarhead had swelled up on her something fierce, she always liked to get a rise out of a man and Victor had proved to be a fun target.

Yet as he tossed her pants aside and stormed off he did nothing but ruin her fun. The little game of one-upmanship had been fun, for Kat it was just something to do especially when the other proved a little too cocky or arrogant for their own good. Someone said it was always good to bring everyone down a notch now and then, least they start thinking too much of themselves; though at the moment Kat couldn’t recall exactly who said that. The tip of her cigarette smoldered once more as she took a deep breath and released it out through her nose, those crimson orbs watching Victor storm off before they flickered towards the rest.

“I guess the cock joke hit a sore spot,” She said in an off-handed tone, stifling a chuckle behind pursed lips. “Maybe ole Vic is hidin’ a twat behind those cherries.”

She snatched up her pants and threw them on as she took a few steps with a practiced grace, doing just one button to keep them in place, walking around the ship in her skivvies just didn’t feel right to her. “He isn’t getting away this easy. If he’s gonna be a lil bitch then I’mma put him in a pink dress and give him a dolly.”

Watching Victor storm off only caused Kat to want to give chase, the way a large hunting feline would run after whatever fled their field of vision. It wasn’t going to end like this, not without a few more laughs or at the very least a punch or two.

The hallway leading from the rec room

Before Corky could get very far Kat’s surprising strong hand on his shoulder. She shoved past him and snorted out a response.

“I got this,” Was all she said in a tone that brokered no argument. If there was a problem here it was between Ghost and her and no one else; they’d settle this one way or the other. The light of the crimson orbs intensified as her vision filtered through several different light spectrum’s before settling upon on, the visible heat his feet had left on the otherwise cool, smooth floor undeniable. He left little trace in his wake save this and Kat easily followed the dissipating heat to the mens bathroom. The little blue sign wasn’t a deterrent for this security officer, with a push she was inside before the door could fully swish open.

The Men's Lavatory

Those still glowing crimson orbs found him hunched over the sink, washing away his shame or at least it felt that way to Kat. This wasn’t over till she said it was over.

“There’s the big girl’s pink blouse,” She rumbled lightly, her pants still dangling about her hips by a single button, her belt left undone and unbuckled. Her arms folded over her chest as she regarded him with that lopsided smirk. “You got a problem with me, soldier? If so say it to my face. Don’t walk off like a little bitch. You ruined a perfectly good time and I hadn’t even gotten a buzz going on.”

 

[HotCider]

Victor Caldwell

Victor raised his head when a certain red-head barged into the men’s room. His brows lowered over his coin-like eyes in a deep frown that etched itself across his lips.

There’s the big girl’s pink blouse.

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” was the Marine’s grave response.

You got a problem with me, soldier? If so say it to my face. Don’t walk off like a little bitch. You ruined a perfectly good time and I hadn’t even gotten a buzz going on.

The right corner of Victor’s mouth quirked in a smirk. He couldn’t believe how ballsy the female security officer was to storm into his bathroom (so he believed by right of the sign that designated males only) and call him a bitch. If he really had a problem with her, if she had been just any dude running his mouth, Dr. Weston would have had to end her Christmas, tending to some shithead in the infirmary.

The Marine prowled across the space toward Kat with his fingers curled and back-straight in the distinguished march he had drilled into his mind for seven years. His shadow fell over her as he stood not even inches away from her, staring her down like the bear she had been prodding all day. His eyes were glaring sharply into her own when he answered gruffly, “First off, I’m not a soldier. I’m a Marine. Second, don’t call me a bitch unless you’re plannin’ to get what’s comin’ to you. Third and final; yeah, I got a big problem with you.”

Victor and Kat

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room

In her colorful socks, Grace’s toes curled when Corcin kissed her cheek.

Aw, how sweet…

"In case the belligerent smacks me into a bulkhead. But then again I'd get to see more of you then wouldn't I."

Grace nodded. Concern briefly clouded her face before being lit by an encouraging smile. “I’ve been hoping to practice my bedside manner.”

As he left, Grace picked up the last of the cards. She hoped that Corcin was walking in to meet his DOOM without someone to watch his back. Wondering if it wouldn’t be wise to run to the infirmary for a traq, just in case, she was setting the cards on the table when Kat grabbed her pants. A few of the remaining cards fluttered in the breeze but none fell to the floor.

“He isn’t getting away this easy. If he’s gonna be a lil bitch then I’mma put him in a pink dress and give him a dolly.”

“That, I’d like to see”, the doctor replied truthfully, as Kat stepped into her pants. She doubted any direct confrontation between the two fiery personalities would end in quite so comical a manner. Unless…

“You get ‘im, tiger. Just leave a little meat on the bones for me to patch up.”

As Kat left, Grace gathered some snacks. There wasn’t much to be scavenged but she set on the table a few crackers and some cheese. She looked around and considered the rapidly dwindling number of partiers and wondered if maybe FUBAR was no longer the best game to play. Pulling up a chair, she sat at the table and deftly shuffled the deck. Her long, nimble fingers effortlessly fanned through the cards with practiced ease. She was about to suggest a change of game, maybe poker, strip or otherwise, when Corcin returned to the Rec Room to even the numbers again.

Unbloodied and unbowed. Outstanding.

She was undeniably pleased with his return and happy to see that he had escaped unscathed.

“I’m going to guess they didn’t need a third wheel and now you won’t need my attention?” She feigned a coy little pout to match her teasing tone but she couldn’t maintain the expression and it was quickly replaced with a welcoming grin.

 

[Nordican]

After entering back into the Rec Room Corcin found it much the same and wondered if everyone was just content to watch Lena to her nice drunk dance. He flashed a quick smile to Grace before moving over to her and settling back into his chair while he took one of the shots. If people didn't want to keep playing that was fine by him he had the attention of a beautiful doctor with cute very interesting looking socks Corcin noticed.

"Hehe hey I was just trying to be a good guy. But when the fiery redhead tells you she's 'got this' well I'm incline to let her handle things." He said before he downed the shot and then shook his head. As the smash of sweetened rum crashed through his throat and burned at his brain a bit for a second he thought he felt a bit droopier then he had before he walked out without a shirt.

He looked at her and recalled her comment about not needing her attention any more. For that moment he was glad the others seemed preoccupied as he reached out a hand to grasp hers. "Come here..." He said with any allure he could muster from drinking a bit too much too quickly as he tried to pull her towards him hoping perhaps she'd find her unique seat again.

"Any attention you'd give me would be very welcome Doc. But if you wanted to practice that bedside manner you mentioned earlier well I won't be stoppin you." He said with a sly smile.

 

[kittenofdeath]

A dare... seemed simple enough, the basics of a dare were anyway, a challenge of will and resolve, intended to make people do things that go against their best nature. Adam didn’t quite get the attraction of them himself, but he had occasionally used the phenomenon to good effect on other people to get what he wanted, so he was familiar with it. The trick was integrating it with the current game, he had to make it amusing to keep it a good spectator sport, and it couldn’t be too time consuming or labor intensive so he didn’t break up the game.

The second consideration was the target, not only would the dare itself be tailored to the individual to keep it challenging as something they don’t really want to do, but what they were doing already had to be considered, many of them looked like they were about to jump each other and do something nasty, two of them practically already were by this point with the doctor on top of the helmsman. Splitting up such pairs wouldn’t be nice, or would it? It could certainly fit in with what he assumed the humor of the group was, but it could also easily be quite wrong.

However, by this point, that particular problem solved itself, with Victor storming out of the room and breaking up the other two in the process. On one hand, less people to choose from for the dare, good thing, less choice simplified the decision making process, on the other, Adam had absolutely no idea what had just happened, and it went against all his expectations of what should have happened in that situation. If that were the case, then he may have completely misread what was happening around him, which would mean different expectations upon him for the dare.

He had an idea, he thought it was good, but with the new influx of unknown variables he just couldn’t act on it, to much chance for his foot to end up firmly lodged in his mouth “Uhh..” he turned to Rylee with a somewhat confused look on his face, she understood all this crap, so she could figure it out for him. “Was any of that part of the game? I mean, we just lost players, does the game even keep going?”

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room

Grace allowed Corcin to pull her to his chair and although she straddled his legs, she did not resume her seat. Instead she stood close to him, the inside of her thighs pressing against his legs as she touched the side of his jaw with the palm of her hand. Her warm fingers gently probed his neck until she felt his pulse beating beneath her touch. As her eyes searched his face a little smile lifted the corner of her mouth.

“Well, sir. I am seeing a slight flush to your face, and I detect an elevated heart rate. That could be a cause for concern.” The weight she gives her choice of words is contradicted by the twinkle in her eyes. “And your skin…” She glides her hand down his neck and over his shoulder. “...it does feel a little warm.”

Her other hand moved to Corcin’s chest and paused over his beating heart. She shook her head.

“But it can be so difficult to make an accurate diagnosis without a full medical history and additional testing. Body temperature isn’t always a reliable indicator; some bodies just give off more heat than others.”

She pulled away from him. Standing back, she crossed her arms and nodded her head.

“I am convinced your condition needs further examination before I can provide you with suitable relief.”

She reached down and took his hand. “I’m afraid I must insist you come with me to the infirmary.” Her smile returned full force as she gave his hand a firm tug. “You must not worry about a thing. I am most diligent in the providing of comfort for those under my care and I promise not to rest until I relieved you of your obvious discomfort.”

Without releasing his hand, she bent over and picked her boots then turned to the remaining crew still sitting at the table. “Excuse us, but there is something that needs my attention in the infirmary and I think Mr. Nacern can provide me with all the help I need.”

She finally let go of his hand. On her face there was first the question of a raised eyebrow and then the invitation of a sly grin. Without another word, she left the rec room and headed silently down the passageway in her socked feet to the infirmary.

 

[emipet]

Rec Room

Lena was dancing almost in her own little world. She was entranced in the music and was adding stripper jiggles and booty thrusts with more and more abandon. She wasn't totally gone yet though. She could see the liquor and it called to her more and more.

She whispered "Nyet! I not drink until I turn card over. Must be control of dis." She shook her head slightly to change mental gears and cast around for a dance partner.

"Come on! Need dance partner! Or another card to over turning! Party, party, party! WHOOP-AHHH!"

 

[Nordican]

'Well this is quite new.' Corcin thought behind slightly wide and very curious eyes as the good doctor seemed to give him a nice little preliminary examination of sorts. His flush got a small hint darker when she made the clinical examination while he just caught the twinkle in er eyes and found himself feeling a slight tugging.

In his slightly addled state he heard the words true enough but was much more focused on the gentle caress and press of her fingers and hang against his bare chest as she listened to his pulse and heartbeat and made mention of his body's heat forcing a sly smile to break across Corcin's face.

When he felt her hand tugging at his and the insistence in her voice there was little Corcin could do or want to do that would keep him at his seat.

'Best damn doctor's orders yet.' He thought and his eyes flashed with that mischievous glint of his that she had spied earlier in the night. Eagerly he moved out of his chair and then almost went and downed one of the shots but fearing it would be a knockout punch decided not to risk it.

Looking up he saw Lena's wild one girl dancing continue and he gazed at Adam and Rylee and the others around. "All you dudes enjoy the party. I'd tell you I'll be back but I know how long diligent examinations can take." He said with a sly smile before he followed out after Grace to the infirmary.

[URL="http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=816997"http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=816997] Corcin and Grace[/URL]

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Yeh,

Rex watches as Lena. "Yeh, well I was going to go to bed any way." The game looks like it might be breaking up. Rex stands up. "Try and stay out of the brig guys, its no fun!" He smiles, and gives a little wave to every one and walks out of the rec room. In a fex minutes he is in his quarters.

He looks down at his bed. Then over to the com terminal. I think I better tell the Captain what I'm going to need. He walks over and sits down and turns on the Com Line.


NOTE TO CAPTAIN: Please have some one go down to Stellatography and see if they can scare up a star chart of the areas. Thanks-Rex

He sends the message. He stands and takes off his clothes. The bed looks good now. He climbs in. He is asleep in just a few minutes.

 

[emipet]

Lena slowly stopped dancing realizing the party had sputtered to a stop. She shrugged a sort of unsatisfied look ghosting over her face, then started to clear away the reminders of the game and party. Not being a wasteful person, she knocked back a few shots of liquor remaining and put the glasses in the receptical for later cleaning. She actually did feel tired, strange after all the time as a cryo-sleeper, and quickly shrugged into her shirt.

She saw two bottles, one of whiskey and the other, well, it was out and so lonely, so she rescued them both and headed to her quarters. There she secured the bottles to save them for medical needs later and stripped tossing her clothes wherever they fell.

She looked at herself and tried to think positively. I am fat. Grossly, obscenely fat. She sighed and shook her head at herself in the reflection. NYET! I am plump, yes, but I am sexy and very nice person. I like to be helpful to others.

She had always fought her body and as a child in Grozni, been called Balloon because of her weight. Then puberty had blessed her with some height and a figure. She lost the roundness of childhood obesity and had decided to try and keep a regimin to stay under 65kilos. She was only 2 kilos over that goal, and she was near the upper limit on spacecrew weight tolerances according to the regulations, but her dream was to be svelte and not "Balloon" ever.

She laid down and idly fondled herself until sleep took over.

 

[HotCider]

Rita and Dr. Calvin

December 26, 2094
Director's Quarters

Rita was sitting on her bed before a floating screen. She was wrapped comfortably in a fluffy, bathrobe and her hair hung like molasses about her shoulders. Before her on the screen, was a man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties. His blonde hair was slicked back with moisture, his complexion fair and tanned by artificial means. Eyes like the sky of earth gazed with superiority upon the director as he sat in an ornate chair. It was Victorian in style with a gleaming buff done to the wood. His right leg was foured over his left, the dark hairs on it coarse and thick. He, too, had been wearing a robe. His was comprised of fine silk and was red and gold.

The man was Dr. Calvin Denver, president of the Oracle Corporation, and practically one of the princes of Earth. It hadn’t been an official title, but compared to the iconic royals of other countries, his wealth and importance to the survival of the nation had given him the alias of Prince from the media. Since his invention of cryosleep back when he was 27-years-old, Dr. Calvin had ensured the survival and eternal progression of his company for a century. The seemingly thirty-years-old man was actually 142, and was one of the oldest men alive. For being so old, he still wore his handsome.

His right hand held his head as his left clutched the ankle of his curled leg. He regarded Rita stoically, while she graced him with the vibrant smile he had given her.

“I have awakened the crew from cryosleep. All is well, and we’re ready to start the mission,” Rita reported. “How are things back home, Dr. Calvin?”

“The usual. Nothing has changed in the last two years since you’ve last seen me,” he informed. “I’m still as rich and as powerful as ever.”

“And handsome,” Rita added.

Dr. Calvin smirked snobbishly at her flattery. “I’m sure you’ve missed me, Rita.”

“I still do, Doctor.”

The president sat up in his chair and dropped his leg. His eyes glanced off screen to what could have been a digital clock floating in his bedroom.

“Get them up. It’s 6. We’ll give them an hour of grace. I expect no one to be late. I will be monitoring the investigation.”

Tiny squares appeared like glints of light in Rita’s eyes as she probed through Odysseus’s systems. She triggered the wake up call, a horrible siren that had been built into every crewmate’s room but her own. The alarm would continue to scream until they had awakened to shut it off.

“Wake up call is in progress,” Rita relayed.

“Good girl,” Dr. Calvin praised. He then undid the ties on his robes, letting the silk slide down his built form. His muscles had been more than show. He had been conducting research in bioengineering, and he had constructed his god-like physique himself. He was fond of the works of Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Benini, and other Renaissance artists. They had captured beauty and power at its finest. It had been immortalized for several centuries…just like him. It was an understatement to say that Dr. Calvin thought himself to be a god. No, he believed he was more than that.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. He picked up a device from his tea table that resembled black shades. There were thin needles protruding from the legs that he slid onto his face. Then, delicately, he pressed the syringes through the sides of his head, baring his teeth as he did so.

As Rita shrugged free of her robes, revealing her milky, pristine skin, a blue, glowing form of a man materialized before her. Her eyes widened with anticipation as Dr. Calvin’s tall frame stepped toward her. His hand wrapped about her throat as he eased her back across the mattress and mounted her.

 

[Nordican]

En route to Mess Hall

Corcin moved weary eye through the corridors of the Odysseus. The ringing from the siren still blanketed his ear drums and his mind for that matter. The helmsman drank from a bottle of water as he moved towards the Mess Hall assuming that was what the alarm was intended to direct them too. His hair had been hastily prepared to it still looked slick and stylish despite the weariness on his face but it had been well earned.

The thought brought a sly grin to his face as he walked along in his uniform and also wondered whether or not he would still be working as the main helmsman since Rex was back out from the brig. Of course then it was a quick trip back to thinking about the lingering taste of Grace's lips on his, then his neck, then other places that kept a smile plastered on his face before he squandered it as he wondered what the heck was going on and why they'd used a klaxon alarm to get everyone up and going.

"Whoever triggered that alarm should die." He muttered off handily before he made it back to the mess hall and took another deep drink of water before he entered in and hoped for some form of breakfast to be waiting for him.

 

[HotCider]

Victor Caldwell: Victor's Bedroom

In a tangle of blankets, arms and legs, Victor slept with his nose buried in Kat’s neck. The warmth of her skin and the feel of her resting breath against him had brought him comfort along with the air that circulated in his room. It cooled the sheets, drying the damp remains of their passions. Victor wished for this moment to last for eternity. Even in his sleep, his blade hadn’t forgotten the feel of Kat’s snug sheath. She had been the Holy Grail of fucks.

Just then, a horrible noise tore through the peace and quiet of his bed chamber. The harsh lights flashed on and Victor jolted awake. He raised his hand to shade his eyes as he glanced about his room for the fire, but from what he could see, there wasn’t one.

“What the fuck?” he hissed. “Cut that shit off!”

The siren instantly stopped as the A.I. informed: Wake up call for 0600. The time is now 0600.

“Cut the lights.”

The bedroom sank back into soothing darkness. The Marine plopped back upon his bed, massaging his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shit; barely got any sleep,” he moaned. They had been fucking all night and he didn’t know what time it was before the bitch finally came. Turning over with his back to Kat, he folded a pillow over his head and grumbled something about her being a stubborn fuck.

 

[Carreira]

Rukka Nova woke up startled with the alarm sound and he looked around confused. He was in the lab with his book on his lap and he rose his hand to massage his eyeballs. "Aff, must have fallen asleep yesterday. At least I got some decent sleep, the guys that stayed in the mess hall might not have been so lucky with their partying around and all that".

Nova stood up and stretched his arms up in the air making his spine stretch with noise and he looked down to see his clothes full of wrinkles. "Meh, not like I'm worried about what the others think".

Rukka started to head to the mess hall and found Corcin finishing up a glass of water.

- So! How was the night? - he laughed while asking.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

morning wake up

The peircing niose made Rex sit up in bed.
"WTF" he said. Then the the AI voice started to drone on: Wake up call for 0600. The time is now 0600.

Rex blinked and looked at the over head speaker and gave it his upthrusted middle finger. "This is one rude ship." He gets up and silences the allarm. He looks up at the speaker again and growls"ARRRGG!" he walks into the bathroom and takes care of his morning needs.

After he's done he looks at his closet then walks over to it and looks inside.
I miss my old ship the Star Dreamer. He sighs and looks through his selection of "uniforms".

Some how a touring band shirt did not seem the right "uniform of the day". He pulls out a faded green field sirt and special forces "tiger strips" pants and got dressed. After putting on his SAS boots he stands and looks around. He grunts and walks out to the hallway. Messhall here I come!"

 

[HotKittygirl]

Nothing existed but the blackness of sweet unconsciousness. It never came easy to her, though when it did it was hard and without much comfort. Kat slept soundly when given the chance and after such a night she was dead to the world through and through. The bed wasn’t much made for two people, though the two security officers managed to squeeze against one another in a more or less comfortable position. A sense of personal space was no present, though that wasn’t anything new. She lay smashed against Victor’s bigger, powerfully built frame, the warmth of his welcomed even if Kat didn’t truthfully realize it.

With a harsh and brutal screech Kat was wrested from her slumber; she wasn’t sure which was worse that horrible electronic buzz or the glare from the lights. Those crimson orbs flashed open instantly and the brilliant light caused havoc with her cybernetic eyes. They adjusted quickly enough, though it was sheer agony for that brief moment. Kat shoved up with grunt, her hands covering her eyes even as Victor shut the lights off and flopped back down onto the bed. The realization of exactly where she was slowly began to sink in, as was the fact she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. All too quickly the memories of the night’s events came flooding into her mind, which only caused the security officer to laugh aloud. After the rather odd beginning to their encounter it had taken her some time to feel her true release.

“Yer not gonna get much more,” She said huskily, her throat dry and sore; a combination of her cries and the amount of alcohol she consumed leaving it raw. With a grunt Kat pushed up from the bed, kicking the covers off her and him in the process. She stood and stretched out that athletic frame, arching her back and stretching her shoulders before she bent at the waist and touched the floor with her palms.

“Get the up you lazy fuck,” Kat grumbled lowly, casting a disdainful glance back at the man on the bed.

 

[HotCider]

Victor hadn’t made an effort to move when he felt the sheets fly off of him, exposing his frame to the crispy-cold of his room. With Kat no longer against him, it was almost like getting out of a hot shower. Setting his pillow back in the empty space where Kat once laid, Victor rolled off the edge of the bed and landed on the floor in pushup position. Curling his right arm behind his back, Victor executed a few one arm pushups. It was pointless trying to do normal ones when he didn’t have a real arm. He was certain he could do two hundred or more in two minutes with the cheating strength of his right arm helping him. It might not have been safe because it could possibly strain his other muscles, but it would have proved a point.

“Dim lights,” Victor ordered as the ceiling lamps bathed his room in a honey hue.

Settling on his knees, he rolled over onto his back, and rested his hands on the back of his head just at the base of his neck. He proceeded to execute a series of sit ups and for each time he came out, he glanced at the chaos that was his room. Their clothes were all over the floor, sheets and blankets everywhere, and one bottle of spiced rum. The air smelled of sex, which reminded him of the crap all over his sheets. He was going to be sitting in the laundry room tonight.

Sitting upward, Victor rested his arm upon the edge of his bed and brushed his fingers back through his hair in a light scratch.

“All I’m gonna get, huh?” Victor asked in response to Kat’s old quip. Tilting his head against his hand in a lazy manner, his grey eyes dabbled in Katherine’s beauty. Tough love—no lie. “I’m sure we’re both plannin’ on takin’ a shower. Third time’s the charm, right?” He gave her perhaps one of the roughest, sad puppy faces she may have ever seen. It wasn’t an expression he was used to wearing on his face. He never had a reason to do it until now. His dark brows had twisted upwards and he pursed his lips.