ariosto
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Okay Sienna, let's blast off!
On the far Spinward Marches of the Sigma Draconis arm the hand of Imperial authority rests lightly.
Defense and protection of the far flung settlements scattered across a thousand worlds is often in the hands of mercenary war lords or else lacking all together.
The essential trade necessary between these frontier outposts has fallen to the roving free traders. Unaligned with any of the conglomerate shipping cartels of the Empire, they take their small heavily armed ships into the jaws of danger to fulfill the vital role of commerce and communication where no one else will dare.
The profit and the risk are enormous....
Free Trader Merchant Ship...MILDRED GREER,
Registered, Freeport, Ibiza...#Ib07-809997-R5
to Adam Sandoval-Roykirk....lic# Ib-II505572
http://www.ariosto.homestead.com/files/sship.jpg
The 'Greer' had seen better days since her comissioning almost fifty years before out of the Ling Standard ship yard on Gran Columbia.
She was of a type well known in Far Spinward and had been plying her trade with mediocre success for nearly 5 decades.
The Buusward Class cargo ships, could be put to many uses, heavily armed they often appeared as independent corsairs or as part of the patrol fleets of the local warlords..
Stripped of weapons they could haul a fair amount of cargo with minimal crewing between the scattered worlds.
It was this last feature that caused Adam Roykirk to mortgage his soul and every credit he possessed to buy the 'Greer' when she went on the auction block at Freeport.
Adam was a 10th generation Spacer, who had worked his way to Masters papers before he was thirty years old.
He was also a hard drinking, hard living, gambling man and it was this last trait that caused him to lose his precious ship over a baccarat table in a Freeport casino before she'd even finished refitting.
The most galling part was who he'd lost her too. A young, green eyed hellion of a junior ship's officer in the Ibiza Space Corps, whose pert round breasts had intrigued him more than smart card playing.
When he realised the enormity of the loss, he holed up in a cheap hotel room with 4 quarts of rot gut and a death wish.
The next morning the young woman found him, jerked him off the bed, poured coffee into his aching body and offered him a deal he couldn't refuse.
Partners.
Since her only experience had been on insystem haulers, he would still be the Captain of the Greer but she would retain 51% and be the Owner of Register.
The fact that she had the ready cash to complete the refit was certainly something to consider.
But it was her dynamite body and gorgeous face that sealed the deal.
He signed the papers and shook hands. Later that night they consumated the 'union' in the same hotel room.
This is aclosed thread for Sienna and Ariosto, though others may be invited along the way.
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IC....
SD 20-07-221-16:35
Ibiza far system...approaching point of departure POD
aboard the Free Trader Mildred Greer...
Adam frowned over the ships papers one last time before strapping in for Jump.
"We can't keep calling this ship the MILDRED GREER."
His shapely young partner worked on in silence.
"You hear me...We need something more...aggresive...more, dynamic!"
Sonja whistled to herself. It was an old argument by now. She didn't like the name either but they could not agree on another and so she remained, the 'Mildred Greer'.
"Bad luck too change a ships name anyway Adam. You know that."
He turned away from the display and looked at her.
"What are you doing with Hulk's cock anyway. We'll be going deep in three minutes."
Hulk stood in majestic silence, two meters tall and rampantly erect.
"Malfunction somewhere."
She continued to punch numbers into the pad.
"Something's scrambled and he won't go down. He'll break it off working cargo...and that would be a pity."
"Yeah...for you."
Adam grinned, his own sexy cyborg 'DaiseyMae' was monitoring the consols back in the engine room.
Hulk and Daisey had been last minute frivolities when it became apparent that two more crewmen would be needed for the long hauls they were planning to make.
Buying the 'borgs' was killing two birds with one stone.
They could have their cake and eat it two.
The problem was, both droids were second hand and had come with more than a few 'eccentricities', like Hulks proclivity to carry an erection at the oddest and most inconveniant times.
Adam wasn't fond of Hulk. Though well endowed in the physical department himself, with swarthy latin good looks from his mother, a stocky muscular physique from his father and sporting a pretty good 'tool' himself...very few humans could match the steely horn that Hulk carried so effortlessly.
"Okay, I can mess with this after 'jump'."
She grinned back and slid into her position next to Adam.
"We're clear for FALWELL, then...Cargo all up and up.
You know those people are pretty tightassed."
"Yep...no problem, were squeeky clean."
He tightened his straps and lay back, his mind on the six brand new pleasurebots in stasiswraps that were hanging in the freeze hold.
She'd find out of course...but once they were out of Ibiz gravwell, it would be to late.
He smiled at the thought of the wealth those six verbotten droids represented.
*Captain, crew...please prepare for deepspace transition.
POD in one minute.*
The sexy voice of Vixen, the onboard computer could just about give him a hardon every time she spoke.
On the far Spinward Marches of the Sigma Draconis arm the hand of Imperial authority rests lightly.
Defense and protection of the far flung settlements scattered across a thousand worlds is often in the hands of mercenary war lords or else lacking all together.
The essential trade necessary between these frontier outposts has fallen to the roving free traders. Unaligned with any of the conglomerate shipping cartels of the Empire, they take their small heavily armed ships into the jaws of danger to fulfill the vital role of commerce and communication where no one else will dare.
The profit and the risk are enormous....
Free Trader Merchant Ship...MILDRED GREER,
Registered, Freeport, Ibiza...#Ib07-809997-R5
to Adam Sandoval-Roykirk....lic# Ib-II505572
http://www.ariosto.homestead.com/files/sship.jpg
The 'Greer' had seen better days since her comissioning almost fifty years before out of the Ling Standard ship yard on Gran Columbia.
She was of a type well known in Far Spinward and had been plying her trade with mediocre success for nearly 5 decades.
The Buusward Class cargo ships, could be put to many uses, heavily armed they often appeared as independent corsairs or as part of the patrol fleets of the local warlords..
Stripped of weapons they could haul a fair amount of cargo with minimal crewing between the scattered worlds.
It was this last feature that caused Adam Roykirk to mortgage his soul and every credit he possessed to buy the 'Greer' when she went on the auction block at Freeport.
Adam was a 10th generation Spacer, who had worked his way to Masters papers before he was thirty years old.
He was also a hard drinking, hard living, gambling man and it was this last trait that caused him to lose his precious ship over a baccarat table in a Freeport casino before she'd even finished refitting.
The most galling part was who he'd lost her too. A young, green eyed hellion of a junior ship's officer in the Ibiza Space Corps, whose pert round breasts had intrigued him more than smart card playing.
When he realised the enormity of the loss, he holed up in a cheap hotel room with 4 quarts of rot gut and a death wish.
The next morning the young woman found him, jerked him off the bed, poured coffee into his aching body and offered him a deal he couldn't refuse.
Partners.
Since her only experience had been on insystem haulers, he would still be the Captain of the Greer but she would retain 51% and be the Owner of Register.
The fact that she had the ready cash to complete the refit was certainly something to consider.
But it was her dynamite body and gorgeous face that sealed the deal.
He signed the papers and shook hands. Later that night they consumated the 'union' in the same hotel room.
This is aclosed thread for Sienna and Ariosto, though others may be invited along the way.
*************************************************
IC....
SD 20-07-221-16:35
Ibiza far system...approaching point of departure POD
aboard the Free Trader Mildred Greer...
Adam frowned over the ships papers one last time before strapping in for Jump.
"We can't keep calling this ship the MILDRED GREER."
His shapely young partner worked on in silence.
"You hear me...We need something more...aggresive...more, dynamic!"
Sonja whistled to herself. It was an old argument by now. She didn't like the name either but they could not agree on another and so she remained, the 'Mildred Greer'.
"Bad luck too change a ships name anyway Adam. You know that."
He turned away from the display and looked at her.
"What are you doing with Hulk's cock anyway. We'll be going deep in three minutes."
Hulk stood in majestic silence, two meters tall and rampantly erect.
"Malfunction somewhere."
She continued to punch numbers into the pad.
"Something's scrambled and he won't go down. He'll break it off working cargo...and that would be a pity."
"Yeah...for you."
Adam grinned, his own sexy cyborg 'DaiseyMae' was monitoring the consols back in the engine room.
Hulk and Daisey had been last minute frivolities when it became apparent that two more crewmen would be needed for the long hauls they were planning to make.
Buying the 'borgs' was killing two birds with one stone.
They could have their cake and eat it two.
The problem was, both droids were second hand and had come with more than a few 'eccentricities', like Hulks proclivity to carry an erection at the oddest and most inconveniant times.
Adam wasn't fond of Hulk. Though well endowed in the physical department himself, with swarthy latin good looks from his mother, a stocky muscular physique from his father and sporting a pretty good 'tool' himself...very few humans could match the steely horn that Hulk carried so effortlessly.
"Okay, I can mess with this after 'jump'."
She grinned back and slid into her position next to Adam.
"We're clear for FALWELL, then...Cargo all up and up.
You know those people are pretty tightassed."
"Yep...no problem, were squeeky clean."
He tightened his straps and lay back, his mind on the six brand new pleasurebots in stasiswraps that were hanging in the freeze hold.
She'd find out of course...but once they were out of Ibiz gravwell, it would be to late.
He smiled at the thought of the wealth those six verbotten droids represented.
*Captain, crew...please prepare for deepspace transition.
POD in one minute.*
The sexy voice of Vixen, the onboard computer could just about give him a hardon every time she spoke.
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