Space Pirate

[BadForm]

Space is deep and long...

I sighed and put down the electronic stylus of my personal journal. I was doing it again, writing double-entendres because of sexual frustration. Space was deep and long... but most of all, lonely.

I was captain of the Federation Ship Malacorp, a moderate sized escort ship. I had three crew: a gunner, a navigator and a co-pilot. Had at least one of them been a woman, then maybe some arrangement could have been made. Unfortunately, the Federation didn't think about crew morale when setting up long-distance flights. Now we were a year out from Homeport, having shipped supplies to a robotic mining operation, and had another year or more left on our tour.

Suddenly the computer spoke up.

Captain Parii, I am receiving a distress call.

Beside me, the co-pilot sat up.

"Put it on screen," I commanded.

The holoscreen opened with a crackly picture of a man begging for attention.

"Pirate" was the only word I could make out.

"Ok, stations crew, we have a pirate. Lock in and set course, arm weapons and be ready."

The location was only half a parsec away, in a dead part of space off the major trade lanes. We arrived in time to see a private craft disintegrate under fire from a single-person combat vessel.

"Lock on target," I commanded, "this one's going down for murder. Now pull him up on screen, we might as well give him a chance to surrender."

My co-pilot snorted at the ridiculous rules we had to live by. Nobody who had just been seen committing piracy and murder by a federation ship was going to surrender - they would be killed anyway. But it was the rule.

The cockpit of the pirate craft flicked onto the holoscreen. Together, my copilot and I gasped. The pirate was a woman, and a beautiful one at that.

OOC: Whoever wants to play the woman needs to know the combat vessel cannot (she knows it and we know it) outfight or outrun the Malacorp.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Tara

It had been a reckless attack, but Tara had nothing else to loose.
After all she had seen, all she had witnessed, she was beyond caring, beyond feeling almost.
Her face lit in satisfaction as she watched the ship explode before her eyes.

”Bastards!”

She uttered triumphantly.
She had vowed they would pay.
It was their folly that they had not spotted her escape; their arrogance that they had not noticed her trail them into this obscure part of the galaxy.

Even as she was celebrating, the sight of the Federation Ship hove into sight.

”Fuck!”

Much as she tried to outmanoeuvre it, she could tell that the ship had locked onto her tiny vessel. She’d be willing to attempt to outrun them to go out in a blaze of glory, but in truth her fragile craft had very little left and was barely holding together.

She looked down at the console and saw the hailing signal from the Federation Ship and defiantly hit the button, which made the screens simultaneously spring to life.
The Federation were scum as far as she was concerned.
They had NEVER done her or her kind ANY favours.
It was only because she could not rely on their justice that she had taken matters into her own hands.

She stared at the image of the Captain as he declared his ultimatum, accusing her of a “Piratical Act”. She smirked. The irony of it! No she admitted. She hadn’t taken that action because the Federation would have refused to act. She had pursued them without reference to the law, purely in order to get revenge and to see them blasted out of the universe. She cared little about what happened to her now.

”I agree to your terms Captain.”

She flicked the switches to close down the weapons, knowing that the Captain would see the ejection of her remaining ammunition and organise for her capture.

”Ready for surrender.”

To all intents and purposes she had given herself over to his custody, yet her eyes were hard and rebellious as she awaited her arrest.


Tara :
5 ft 6, curvaceous, wild red hair, determined and single minded.

 

[BadForm]

Captain Parii

"Take down her shields, engines and weapons. Bring her into bay 2. I'll meet her there."

I barked the commands to my gunner who set up the tractor beam and disruptor. Two shots. The first disabled her shields, and once they were gone, the second took away the controls. A few minutes later, I watched the small fighter being tractored into our dock and stood to meet our captive.

"Sir, it may be wise to take backup," said the co-pilot with a look of hopeful lust on his face. "What if she's armed?"

"Then she's stupid. The security systems will have her unconscious as soon as she can draw."

I saw him squirm in his seat and understood his eagerness to be with a woman again. Stars and novas! So was I.

"I think we should all remember that she is now a prisoner of the Federation and as such is protected by Prisoner Codes 35/6-AAA through 42/99-FZZ..."

"Only if we report her capture..." muttered my co-pilot.

I chose to try to ignore that and walked towards the cargo bay. When I arrived, I saw why she'd been so willing to surrender. The ship was a mess. It was lucky not to be leaking reactor fluid from its port side. Standing before it was a Star-Siren... or rather, the pirate woman we had just taken aboard. I could feel myself growing erect. Decorum was going to be difficult to maintain.

"You are now a prisoner of the Federation," I said and began to read her her rights. "You have the right to be taken directly to the nearest police base. You have the right to maintain silence until your arrival in the police custody...."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Tara

I closed down the panel as the first shot took out the shields.
Fuck him! I wasn’t going to watch him gloat, or let him see my reaction whilst he picked pieces off the carcass of this tin can.
I sat and considered as the tractor beams drew me closer and closer towards the Federation Ship.
Images of faces, familiar faces played before my eyes.
Blinking, I turned and stared at the remaining debris that had been hurled into the infinite darkness surrounding me.
Whatever my fate, it would be worth it, I decided.
It was already assumed that my attack was an act of piracy and as it was well known that the Federation dealt swiftly and harshly with pirates, I decided that it would be the simplest course merely to submit their “justice”, such as it was.

The craft shook as docking procedure was completed.
Taking a deep breath, I stood and hit the button to open the cockpit and climbed out into the bay beyond.

Blinking under the intense, beams, I shook out my hair and turned to face the man I instantly recognised as Captain. My eyes swept over him, taking in his appearance from head to foot. His gaze was less than … impersonal … and despite my intention to passively accept his custody, I felt anger; anger that my ship had made it impossible for any attempt, no matter how futile at an escape; anger that I had to endure this man’s … gloating!

"You are now a prisoner of the Federation,"

My eyes held his steadily and he recited what I assumed were the conditions of imprisonment.

"You have the right to be taken directly to the nearest police base.
You have the right to … “

So many rights!
How bizarre that my rights now seemed much clearer, now I was at the wrong side of the law than before when …
I averted my eyes making the shutter close securely on those thoughts.
Fuck.
I just wanted to get this over with.

”You have the right to maintain silence until your arrival in the police custody...."

I raised my eyes to him with a smirk at that one.
Silence sounded like a good option to me.
I shrugged and met his eyes insolently, holding his gaze as I moved to lean casually against the side of my vessel, then turned to stare upwards and around, a deliberate expression of detached curiosity on my face as I took in the appearance of my surroundings.

In truth I was attending to every word, but to all intents and purposes, I gave the impression of one bored with such trivial formalities.

 

[BadForm]

Captain Parii

I continued with her rights, watching her arrogant posture of nonchalance as she stared around the hangar bay. It was infuriating. The damn Code was infuriating - it granted so many rights that it handicapped officers such as us and let criminals such as her act like they were so damn superior.

Perhaps it was the length of the journey. Perhaps it was the sexual frustration. Perhaps it was they way she was acting. Something made me snap.

"Further, I give you the right to stop acting like a bitch, comply with all requests from crew, and spend your time in relative comfort rather than swimming out the aft airlock."

I stilled my breathing and saw that had gotten her attention. I couldn't tell whether she cared about living, but she didn't seem to like the fact that it depended on someone else.

"Look, we're four months from the nearest police base. You'll spend the time until then in our cell. Let's just go."

I led the way to the back of the ship where the small prison cell stood and directed her inside. She strode inside as though it were a perfect habidorm and sat down on the bed. I flicked a switch to turn on the security shield that prevented her leaving and headed back to the cockpit.

I should have given her a sleepsuit and change of dayclothes. I should have checked if she was injured, if she needed food. But until she was acting less arrogant I was damned if I would provide more care than necessary to survive.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Tara

"Further, I give you the right to stop acting like a bitch, comply with all requests from crew, and spend your time in relative comfort rather than swimming out the aft airlock."

My head snapped around to attention, shocked at first by his words, then a smile curling upwards realising that my attitude had gotten to him.

"Look, we're four months from the nearest police base. "

God... I hoped my consternation didn't show.

"You'll spend the time until then in our cell. Let's just go."

I knew it would be foolish to resist. Rather I decided to act as if I were a guest. He wanted me to be polite, then that's why I'd do!
I followed him silently through to the back of the ship, not hesitating to enter what was obviously a small cell. My eyes swept around before moving to sit demurely on the small bed.
My eyes never left his as he stepped out of the room, flicking on the security shield and then leaving without further comment.

I exhaled, releasing the tension I had been aware of until then.
Without my audience to play to, I looked afresh around the cell in which I was to be confined. Four months in here!?!? It was tiny ... with just the most basic of sanitary and washing facilities, no clothes, no change ... nothing save the basics.

Without loosening my outfit or kicking off my boots, I lay out on the bed and closed my eyes with a sigh. What if ... I eyed the shield. Perhaps it would prove deadly ... I had no idea just what level of security had been programmed into the system.

Standing slowly, I walked towards the entrance, seeing the beams vibrating and taking a deep breath.
Could it be set to stun... to injure ... or would it kill ...?
Tentatively I lifted my hand.
FOUR MONTHS .... no way ... I'd rather ...
Taking a deep breath, I thrust myself forward, crying out as the vibrations coursed through my hand and up my arm.
I felt my body being forced back uncontrollably.
I felt nothing long before I hit the floor.

Nothing but blissful oblivion ...

 

[BadForm]

Captain Parii

OOC: If anyone wants to take one of the other lonely boys, please feel free to PM me. I think most who read will have an idea of DM's style and my style - ie, prefer to work with reasonable writers - but they're open. That said, I am about to start using them myself so some details might get set before you join. Doesn't mean they're not still available to be taken.

IC: I watched over the cell-cam apathetically. It was predictable that she'd try to get out. Most captives of the federation did. It didn't work - but they tried. The electric shield hurled her back across the room where she landed in a crumpled heap. I shrugged and turned back to the monitor.

"Er, sir... what if she's hurt?" asked my co-pilot and first mate, Radny.

"The defences are set to repel, not kill. She'll be fine."

"I know that sir, but she went down hard. Perhaps we should check on her?"

I looked at his eager face and gave him a smile of understanding. Well, it wasn't legal, but it might relieve some of his tension at least.

"Feel free, if it will reassure you," I said, knowing full well that checking her injuries was the last thing on his mind. "Just remember, the prisoner is to remain... unmolested."

Radny almost lept from his chair and barely restrained himself from running to the cell. When he arrived, the pirate was still unconscious on the floor. He disabled the shield, entered the cell, and as per training, gave the computer a command to reenergize the shield again.

He lifted her onto the bed and lay her on her back. Then he began to check her for injuries. His inspection started with obvious and legal tests. He felt her arms and legs for breaks, running a medceiver over them to double-check. Then he started to work on her body.

"I think this suit she's wearing may be constricting her breathing," he announced to the camera he knew was watching, and then began to unfasten her.

"Radny," I said. "Not too far now..."

"Of course, sir, but her health must come first."

His hands parted the buttons over her breasts and she awoke.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Tara

The oblivion she felt was blissful, but short lived.
All too soon, Tara felt the tug of consciousness, a return that she fought, but could not resist.
Slowly she became aware of the tingling sensation down her right side; the side she had pushed through the security shield. She yearned for numbness, but instead her limbs felt alive and tender, as if the molecules were on overload. She groaned and turned her head, wincing, to raise a hand to her skull.
Great … now she had a killer headache too!
Mercifully the cell was dimly lit, she remembered as her eyelids fluttered reluctantly open.
Her eyes widened at the sight that met her eyes.
She was no longer on the floor and she was no longer alone!
Her gaze met that of the young officer who sat beside her on the bed.
She blinked and looked around beyond him and then back.
How long she had been out, she had no idea.
Not long she suspected and yet …

Looking down aghast she noticed that his hands were working on her suit and that he’d already pulled the material open, releasing her breasts.

”Get your hands off me!”

She exclaimed annoyed to find her voice less than commanding.
Movving to wrench the material free of his grip she halted half way, crying out in pain as she realised that although full use of her arm was returning, sudden movement was painful.
And so she lay, still open to his hungry gaze helplessly determined not to react in any way as he began to move his hands over her exposed flesh.

”Officer Radny! Medical report to the Captain. Immediately!”

The order rung out in the cell.

The man’s hands held still; his eyes held hers, making her shudder.
Abruptly he stood, disabled the shield and exited, reactivating it once more.
He had not uttered a word to her.

Tara breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him moving away down the corridor.
What the hell had happened there?
That had been no ... medical ... examination ...
With effort, Tara turned onto her left side, pulling the fabric of her outfit together and curling up, her eyes fluttering closed.
She would summon enough strength to secure her bodice … soon … in a minute …
She groaned, cradling her right hand, her head throbbing.
What kind of place was this?
How dare they ...

”So much for my fucking rights…”

She muttered, knowing her helpless comment would go unheard in the isolated cell.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Repeating Casting Call .... *ggls*

Crew Wanted for Federation Ship Malacorp:

Under the command of Captain Parii.

Positions to be filled:

a gunner, a navigator and a co-pilot.

Requirements:

Team player ...
Total loyalty to your Captain ...
Oh ... and ...
Suffering from acute sexual frustration with no immediate ... relief ... in sight.
You're all law-abiding Federation Officers ... and would NEVER dream of compromising a "helpless prisoner".

You only have to last out for four months, after all.
Though this will probably delay your arrival at homeport.
But ... duty calls ...

Welcome aboard "gentlemen"!

I look forward to submitting to your ... custody ...

(PMs as requested by BadForm.)

 

[Lateral]

Radny

Radny traversed the halls of the ship with a scowl on his face, shaking his head and looking quite dissapointed.

"Being a space pilot does have its disadvantages, after all," he thought, trying to remember the last time he was with a woman. "Jesus. I can't even remember when it was..."

One thing was certain: flight school had never prepared him for this. The erection he had grown during his brief encounter with the pirate was only now dying down, he noticed with amazement. "This can't be healthy," he diagnosed.

Radny took a left turn, an automatic door slid open and, taking a few steps into the room, he stood to attention. "Captain," he said after taking a deep breath, "Officer Radny with the medical report you requested, sir."

 

[BadForm]

Captain Parii

I took the datapad from Officer Radny with a nod. A glance told me all I needed to. Bruising. Minor scratches where she'd scuffed her skin in the fall. No breaks, no sprains. She was going to be hurting for a while, but that was all. I considered talking to Radny about the liberties he'd taken in copping a feel, but the truth was I knew that would happen. Besides, I'd stopped it before anything major could happen.

This time.

”So much for my fucking rights…”

The voice on the cellcam was muted, depressed and frustrated maybe. Most didn't realize federation ships constantly monitored their prisoners in the hopes that they would reveal something that could be used against them in court, or in the case of war prisoners, used against their armies, when they thought they were alone. It was amazing what a person would say "to themselves."

Fucking rights...

I smiled an uncomfortable irony, reflecting on how easy fucking rights would be to arrange for her. Four sexually frustrated men, one helpless woman. It would be difficult to prevent it.

"Radny, what are your initial thoughts on the prisoner?" I asked.

Generally, a human was better at assessing someone's psychological state than was a computer, but in this case I just needed to take my mind off her "fucking rights."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Tara

All was silent in the cell.
I just wanted to sleep ... to sleep and not wake up.
I wondered how large the crew was:
So far I had met the Captain and young Officer.
Did they have a sick bay?
How "official" was this pseudo medical report anyway?

With effort I dragged myself upright, feeling disorientated, but without the physical discomfort I'd had before. I looked down to see my firm breasts spilling forth from my bodice. Moving slowly this time, I adjusted the fabric and easing it upwards and together, secured my ... assets ... making myself "decent" once more.

Shuddering, I remembered the expression on the man's face, the sensation as he'd touched me. I ran my hands across and down my breasts, smoothing the material, trying to blank my mind from the "liberty" he'd taken and hoping he'd be justly punished. I smiled comforted as I remembered the brusqueness with which the Captain had requested the medical report.

Reassured, I settled down on my bed, stretching out with a sigh and closing my eyes. I hated this: hated being trapped, being at someone else's mercy. It wasn't that I cared what happened to me now ... I simply wanted things over with. If only I could escape into sleep ... forget reality for a short time ... perhaps then I'd know more about the set up of this ship ... and be able to formulate some plan ...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

I heard that Lateral had gone AWOL and saw that he has been replaced in another of his threads.

His non-appearance is certainly holding the story back ...

Want to continue without him Badform?
Or should we await other players?

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Where is everybodddddddyy!?!?

Badform ... did you disappear aswell?

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC Note:

I'm assuming this thread is dead ... so if there's anyone who would like to take this idea or story onwards in a new thread, would you please PM me and discuss ideas...?

Thanks

DM x