intriguess
sexual catalyst
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- Sep 3, 2000
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I had named my ship a word that's closest translation was simple pleasures of a sexual nature. I was at an odd point in my career when I had to replace my entire crew as in the past six months their contracts had ended and none had renewed.
It wasn't unusual as I offered three and six month contracts for those that wanted to get away, and I worked them hard and trained them well, many of my former crew had gone on to work for commercial carriers.
So here I was on the best planet to hire a new crew, I had posted notice that I was hiring five and was now hanging out in a dingy little bar known for it's pilots. I myself was a jack of all trades, but one had to sleep and I did hate to cook.
I stepped up to the bar flinging back the hood of my long sleek violet cape and ran my fingers through my nearly black purple hair. I glanced at the bar keep, "I'll have Kallerian tea."
"We don't see many Caladorian's round here."
I glared at him and he scurried off for the tea, not there was anything wrong with Caladorian's, just that we were normally planet bound and few had the desire, much less the talent to fly. I was glad I had already made my sale here and had loaded on new cargo before my last crewman left, my second in command who was going on to fly a ship of his own for a major shipping company.
I felt a little crowded in the bar, standing at only 5'2" short for most species but tall for a Caladorian. My lavender skin a result of our pale sun, my dark violet eyes a genetic throw back defining me as having an innate telepathic ability.
(so looking for one to five crew members preferably evenly divided among genders at most three men two women)
so just pm me or approach me or send a resume or whatever I'm thinking I'll shift crew as thread continues so feel free to jump in anytime there is not a full crew compliment.
It wasn't unusual as I offered three and six month contracts for those that wanted to get away, and I worked them hard and trained them well, many of my former crew had gone on to work for commercial carriers.
So here I was on the best planet to hire a new crew, I had posted notice that I was hiring five and was now hanging out in a dingy little bar known for it's pilots. I myself was a jack of all trades, but one had to sleep and I did hate to cook.
I stepped up to the bar flinging back the hood of my long sleek violet cape and ran my fingers through my nearly black purple hair. I glanced at the bar keep, "I'll have Kallerian tea."
"We don't see many Caladorian's round here."
I glared at him and he scurried off for the tea, not there was anything wrong with Caladorian's, just that we were normally planet bound and few had the desire, much less the talent to fly. I was glad I had already made my sale here and had loaded on new cargo before my last crewman left, my second in command who was going on to fly a ship of his own for a major shipping company.
I felt a little crowded in the bar, standing at only 5'2" short for most species but tall for a Caladorian. My lavender skin a result of our pale sun, my dark violet eyes a genetic throw back defining me as having an innate telepathic ability.
(so looking for one to five crew members preferably evenly divided among genders at most three men two women)
so just pm me or approach me or send a resume or whatever I'm thinking I'll shift crew as thread continues so feel free to jump in anytime there is not a full crew compliment.