Shore leave

[Finadien]

Leon made sure that the docking clamps where engaged and then he switched off all systems besides life support, unbuckeled and pulled his body along the bars towards the exit. He had docked in the zero-G section on the space station Aurora which was orbiting the planet Gluron IV. Gluron IV was some backwater world and he didn't have much info about it besides the fact that they would pay good credits for coffee beans and so he had loaded his "Rusty Bucket" with the finest brasilian coffee beans and jumped out here. The whole journey had been pretty uneventfull and he really could consider himself lucky because there had been no pirat attacks or such things.

All he had to do now was to sell his beans and then he could see what kind of entertainment Gluron IV had to offer. He floated to the exit hatch, waited for it to equalize the pressure and then opened it to the typical stale air of an space station docking bay.

His "Rusty Bucket" was fixed with it's "bottom" to a "wall" of the bay which also had bars for people to pull themself along. Not far from his hatch was a hole in the wall with a sign in different languages reading "customs" and after sealing his ship he made his way towards this hole.


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One hour later he was sitting in the rotating section of the station and sipping some kind of local fruit juice. Everything had gone smoothly and fortunatly the buerocracy out here wasn't as bad as in the central systems so he had been able to seel his coffee very quick for a sizable sum and now he had money and time to spend.


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OOC: Obvisoulsy this is a Sci-Fi thread. I would like to continue it with one woman with the option of people joining later. If you wish to join pm me with a basic character idea. You should also be able to help me fill out the universe around us, I only have some basic ideas.


Leon Leander Ostrov
6'
short black hair, blue eyes, muscular body

 

[softandpink]

Roanwen

The water dripping in her cell was black and thick. The whimpering child next to her started at every sound coming from the block. Roanwen reached down and picked up the little girl, cradling her and cooing gently into her one good ear. Being picked up on her outlying planet during the Great Raids had left her without a family, and she decided that the child deserved a little comfort, even in a place like this.

All of a sudden, the gate to her cell slammed open, and the metal clad guard slapped the child out of Roanwen’s hands. The child fell to the floor and lay still. “On your feet whore. His excellence, may he always be in the favor of the lords, is to have his way with you. Give thanks, wench.” The enhanced grip ground the bones in her shoulder, and she was lifted from her crouch, and thrown into the hallway. Hatred began to overwhelm the eternal cool that Roanwen kept prevalent inside. “Be careful,” she whispered menacingly at the hulk beside her.

“Move it along, it’s time for you to be treated to the presence of the emperor, may he always …” She stopped paying attention as she fought to hold her temper. The drab, dirty walls of the cellblock quickly gave way to the bright, shining walls of the ship’s main decks. Roanwen quickly caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she passed. Her once long flowing black hair had been cut uncomfortably short, and made her appear far younger than her 28 years. Her clothes were ragged, but they did little to hide the magnificent body that had quickly made her the object of the young emperor’s desire. Her breasts were firm and full, her waist flaring out gently to slender hips. She was dwarfed by the guard alongside her, easily 2-3 feet shorter than the monstrous combination of flesh and steel.

Entering the emperor’s chamber, she saw the young Emperor lounging on the dais, naked, his small hands stroking his smaller erect cock. “She is beautiful,” he whispered “she is the one who held the child, yes? That weak creature, so easily disposed of.” He gave a slight giggle, and beckoned Roanwen forward. The smoldering fire she had fought so well finally billowed to the surface. Within moments the guard lay on the ground, his head twisted at an unnatural angle. The Emperor quickly exited as more guards came to dispatch of her. Quickly they were eliminated, and in a blur, Roanwen made her way off the ship.

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She lay huddled in a corner of an alley. It wasn’t the first time she’d ended up in a spaceport alley, not entirely sure how she’d gotten there. After a few moments she realized that the throbbing she felt wasn’t from her head, but from the music in the bar at the other side of the wall.

The door was propped open, and she stepped inside, hoping to find some clue as to how long she had been out … and how she could get even with that sadistic bastard.

 

[Finadien]

Leon looked around the bar and wondered for the umpteen time how such a thing could exist. It was filled with beeings of more kinds then he could coun't or even know. The galaxy was such a big place but somehow he allways thought there would be some finite number of difference the universe could think of, but there apparently was not. There where some humans, like everywhere in the galaxy and then the more "normal" aliens that could be best described in human analogs, like cat-people, or dog-people. It got stranger from there on and some of the faces would make most humans that had stend all their lifes on terra sick.

The funny thing was that all those "aliens" where mostly harmless if not entirely peacefull, there where only few races that where hostile or dangerous (some of them more so then others) but up to now the most dangerous beeing had been humans. Humans had perfected the art of violence and cruelity.

He looked back at the entrance and caught the sight of a women enter. She seemed to be mostly human but somehow the picture wasn't exactly right but he couldn't place the difference exactly. She was beautifull though, even with her short cropped hair and the raggs she wore.

He tried to follow her with his eyes without her recognizing, but didn't knew if he was successfull.

 

[softandpink]

Roanwen

The crowd made it easy to blend. The dive bar swarmed with all types of creature, and a young looking woman with torn expensive clothes didn’t draw too much attention. A long thin tentacle crept over her shoulder, and a deep resonating voice echoed in her head. “Hey sweetheart, looks like you need a friend. You should check out my other tentacles.”

A smile crept up on her face. “Jimmy, you dirty shit. You still selling the chips?” Ajimnal had been a big time drug dealer on Roanwen’s home planet, but had left before the raid. Her outbursts had gotten her bumped out of society, and he had protected her, for a while.

“Yeah, baby. You shouldn’t stay around. Things are looking hot for me. Plus, there’s a boy over at the bar looking at you. You got friends here or what?” She glanced over at the man sitting by the bar, tall, dark, handsome, and looking like he had a few bucks to spend.

“I’m gonna go check it out, babe. You shouldn’t stay around … I’ve got some heat.” Jimmy nodded, and smiled.

Roanwen crossed the bar, and sat next to the man. “You looking at me or for me?” she whispered, looking at him in the mirror behind the bar.

 

[Finadien]

The woman in the rags, that revealed interesting parts of her body, talked to a sleazy looking beeing with to much tentacles for a moment and then walked straight over to him, sat on the chair beside him and looked into his eyes through the mirror. "You looking at me or for me?" she asked.

Leon returned her gaze through the mirror. "Depends" he answerd, "You look like trouble and frankly I'm not looking for trouble, except the kind that gets me money or anything else of worth."

He turned his head and openly examined her body.