The Trade Ship Tkar

[White Queen]

Hellcat

Hellcat remains pointing her gun at Evan... " I dont trust this human male captain... but it is your choice to let him into your ship I will keep an eye on him... ". Hellcat pushes the cold metal of her gun against Evans head.

" And like is said before, I wont hesitate on hurting you... ".

 

[Crimson Chaos]

Evan Karrde

*starts to regan his usual composure and charm. He flashes Hellcat a confident smile that hides lecherous thoughts*

Relax, Sweetheart, there's no need for force.

*he wonders where she's as much of as animal in bed as she looks*

 

[intriguess]

Morgana Wild

His thoughts were so blatant that his body language betrayed them and I merely smiled and narrowed my eyes briefly as I glanced back at Hellcat as I knew where her loyalties lie. The cybernetic bounty hunter was a slightly tougher read but I felt that she had plans for the young man, beyond physical pain and torture. It would certainly be an interesting trip out to Keltar and on to Andromeda.

 

[SwampThing]

Ravanna

Ravanna laughs. "Well, that was very exciting. Evan, I must admit I'm a little disapointed. It's not like you to come so quietly. So, it's all settled then. Captain, you'll take my captive and myself to face the Andromedan law. You'll receive your fee when we arrive."

Leaving Evan with Hellcat's gun pointed at his head, Ravanna walks away towards the lovely captain. Her firm ass strains against her tight leather shorts. She stops at Hellcat's ear. "You're very good, sweetheart, but so is he. I know. I suggest you take away his gun before we take off. You know he likes tail."

 

[Crimson Chaos]

Evan Karrde

*stares at Ravanna's ass as she walks away, an obvious bulge growing in his pants. Of Course he's coming along quietly. Alone on a ship with three beautiful women. This was gonna be fucking fun. He smiles, focusing on her ass again and already planning on sticking his cock in it eventually*

 

[White Queen]

Hellcat

Hellcat bounds Evan´s hands behind his back with handcuffs and takes his gun into her coat. She pushes him back and he falls into a chair.

She heads to her seat and puts away her weapons. " Well Captain, will you be recruiting more crew? I cant wait to get into space and off this place... ".

 

[Zircon]

Tar

Real Name : Tarion Eäràlith
Race : Symbor Half-Breed
Appearance : About 6’ 3”, with shoulder length black hair, deep brown eyes. Medium built. Human looking, and very strong.
Occupation : Starship Mechanic/Engineer

Bio : Tarion was born on Symbor IIIA, deep in the Small Magellan Cluster. A little bit about the history of Symbor. Symbor was first colonize by the humans. But these colonist were different from other off-worldly colonist. These, Symborians, were “techies”, meaning that technology was divine and God. They embraced the fusion between machines and humans with such fervor that it was almost religious like.

It was not long before the cold metallic machines were replaced with the technology of organic machines. No matter which way the puzzle is sliced, these humans became Symborian Half Breed, half human, half machines. Their strength were equivalent to 5 normal humans, but it was in the brain which the greatest mechanical revolution took place. The normal brain synapses work in conjunction with organically created and implanted synapses, thus making the Symborians very smart and excelling in all things mechanical and computational. Implants were made as soon as a baby is born.

Life on this cold mechanical planet was seen as a Utopia for many Symborians. It was true even for Tar. Despite’s the machines’ dominance in the Symborian psyche, there still remained ancient human blood flowing through his veins. The lust for adventure and travel, and the innate and insatiable curiosity, which had defined the human race since the dawn of time, could never be replaced by machines. It was this curiosity which drove Tar to seek adventure and travel across the far-flung galaxies. From the Nomdel to Findir, he traveled, satisfying and yet increasing his taste for adventure.

It was in Glolith that he met Hasuk, an unscrupulous Glund, if there ever was one. The Glunds were traders, merchants of such wit and sharpness, that they were feared across numerous galaxies. It was Hasuk who persuaded Tar to part with his credits and join a merchant ship. It was Hasuk who gave the merchant vessel’s whereabouts and defensive information to the bloodthirsty mercs and pirates. It was Hasuk who planted false evidence, evidence that pointed to Tar over the deaths of most of the crew. It was Hasuk who handed Tar over to the authorities.

And now it was Hasuk, who had fled to the planet of Keltar, unknown of his pursuing vengeful adversary. Keltar is such a natural place for Hasuk to conduct his dealings, after having made a “killing” from that merchant ship that Tar was on.

 

[Zircon]

Tar

Tar glanced around furtively.

His sharp eyes, able to see in moonlight and complete darkness as well as daylight, missed very little. A little water, for that was all he could afford until he disposed his ill-gotten goods. Something simple to break his fast would be welcomed after a full night’s exertion. It was a long story of how a law-abiding, upstanding guy like Tar, was now a fugitive and a thief. The fugitive part was easier to explain. Let’s just say that the two guards at the prison where he was sent, now had to have four cybernetic arms to replace those that were torn out from their sockets. The thieving part was a bit harder to explain. Let’s just say that he had not learnt his lesson yet, in trusting another Glund.

He turned the corner of the alley to face a bar, which some residents say were frequented by Starship Captains. Tar knew that he needed to get off this planet, and quickly too. Intergalactic cops were to be respected, and some say, feared. The Prison colony on P2 was however something to be feared. Located in the middle of nowhere, on an asteroid, there were no sunlight. Just despair and the hope for death.

Tar crossed the intervening street and into the bar. He noted that the place was not yet full, and so he relaxed a little. A bartender brought him a glass of water, mumbling all the time about the lack of credits on some folks, and why would one drink water in a bar full of alcoholic beverages. Tar for most part, ignored the surly bartender, concentrating instead on both his stomach’s rumblings and the opportunities to get off this planet.

To the untrained eye, Tar appeared to be drowsily concentrating on his cup. and the scant satisfaction that it would bring. Even with his eyes averted, Tar’s sharp ears could and did pick up snatches of conversation. Shifting through the myriad of speeches and conversations, he listened with glee in the knowledge that his life might not be so bad after all. Like the two dock men in the far corner, drinking themselves into insensibility just because their wives nagged them too much at home.

But it was the dark, purple-colored haired Captain, so resplendent in her uniform which caught his attention. She and her companions of course. Especially in addition, the bounty hunter. The bounty hunter did set off alarms in his head, but this was a chance that he had to take. Because the Captain had said the magic word, Keltar.

“Well Captain, will you be recruiting more crew? I can’t wait to get into space and off this place…”

Hellcat had said aloud when his mind and heart was wishing fervently for.

“Good day to you Captain. And to the rest of you fine folks as well. First, I must apologize for this intrusion. It was rude of me to overhear your conversations. My name is Tar, and I’m in need of a passage to Keltar. Perhaps your fine ship is in need of a mechanic or an engineer. I don’t have any credentials to show you. Perhaps there is someway I can convince you of my skills in running and repairing starship engines?”

Tar was smiling when he asked, in small hopes that he would not recognized to be an arms-and-heads-ripping fugitive.

 

[SwampThing]

Ravanna

She looked the newcomer over. Nice body. Cute face. Loved the hair. He seemed polite, but he was definitely hiding something. Inwardly, she sighed. The pretty ones were always trouble.

"Well, I'd let you poke around under my hood, but it's her ship." She jerked her spiky head towards the captain.

 

[intriguess]

Captain Morgan Wild

I sized him up long before he walked over, interesting, tough, with a ferocious edge, and a bit of a techno head as well. Mechanicoids were always good mechanics, whatever he was running from it was not his fault, that I knew and I stood up and shook his hand. I had a strange feeling about him, then again my whole crew and passengers were quite the mix.

"Sounds like a fair deal, we're heading to the ship now, we'll be blasting off as soon as everyone is settled and I get authorization."

I head out feeling them fall in line behind me and I sense that all of them are the come as you are sort with little or nothing to leave behind. My scanners went wacky when the bounty hunter boarded, because of her cybernetic implants. They did the same for Tar and I smiled and shrugged it off even as I knew he was carrying more than he led on to. I locked her up and showed them their quarters, with Evan and Ravenna sharing a room. I let them settle in and get ready for take off.

I loved take off that split second of gut wrenching high gravity followed by the euphoric low, it gave me a buzz as we broke free of the planet's gravity and headed for Keltar.

I hoped I could manage a day or two on the planet's surface I could use a good body massage and a Keltarian Delight.

 

[SwampThing]

Ravanna

As the motley crew filed into the sleek silver T'kar, the bounty hunter drew close to Hellcat. "It looks like you've got a few tricks I could learn. Anytime you want a sparring partner, just come by my quarters. Or any time you want a turn with the prisoner." As she added the last part she gave Evan's firm, round butt a hard, electric smack.

Onboard, Ravanna settled into the room she was to share with Evan. She chained him standing to the wall, and stripped him naked. "Have to make sure you don't have any concealed weapons," she purred. Then she gripped his large member with her cold metal hand, and turned on the current. It would hurt like the bitch she was, and the involuntary muscle reaction would leave Evan throbbing hard. Ravanna gazed appreciatively at his full length, stroking it in her iron grip.

"So, was the princess' tightest hole really worth this, Evan. Why don't you tell me exactly what it was like, what you did to her, how it felt?"

 

[Zircon]

Tar

Tar smiled some more at the Bounty Hunter. Yes, the double meaning and sexual innuendo inherent in her sentence totally escaped him. He was still a virgin by all accounts, having not yet the opportunity to test out his organic nanomachines-enhanced equipment. And yes, the Captain was holding the key to his freedom, and more importantly, his revenge against Hasuk.

“Thank you very much Captain. I’ll not disappoint you.”

It would do him well to avoid the Ravanna completely, as much as prudence dictated. On the other hand, he could try to get to know her better, and perhaps be on her good side when she finally realizes who he was. Moreover, even if she did not know, he could sure use her assistance in his confrontation with Hasuk. And the gentleman, until proven a scoundrel, was interesting to say the least. A fugitive from Law, like he was. And No, anal was not illegal on this planet, as far as the Roravian prostitute had claimed in her sales pitch.

The more he thought about it, the prospect of getting to know a female intimately, the more appealing it was becoming. So appealing that he began to look at the females in the group more closely than he should. The feisty Hellcat, a rather apt name he thought, was a more daunting task. The cool and collected Captain remained an enigma, for now. He was the last to board Tkar. So he got an excellent view of the swishing behinds as they all filed in.

This ship was carrying more than it was shown on the sleek skin. Lots of weapons and more than a few nasty tricks, to repel boarders abound. Tar headed straight for the engine section. The Captain sure did know how to indulge. It was a TX-2003-VA, a souped up version of the famed TX-2000 series. Top of the line stuff. Little tendrils of organic fiber optics snaked their way from his finger tips to the engineering console. He wondered briefly if any of the Ladies would like a massage with those fiber tendrils…

Through the intercom, “Captain, umm… I think we should let the engines warm up a little bit before…” Tar felt his balls roll down to his feet as the ship gained speed to escape the planet’s gravitational embrace. Although it did feel good to be finally be rid of that planet, and for a while, the Intergalactic cops.

 

[intriguess]

Captain Morgana Wild

I set the auto pilot for Keltar and relaxed as gravity adjusted and I unstrapped myself and stood up. I chuckled as Tar said I should let the engines warm up. "I know my ship quite well thank you Tar, you'll have plenty of time while we are at Keltar to give them a thorough tune up. I'll be in my quarters if you need anything."

I walked slowly to my private quarters and strip off my uniform and step into the sonic shower for ten minutes of bliss. I stepped out rejuvenated and tied my nightgown around me. I loved how the fabric felt, and it looked terrific. The blue violet snakeskin pattern accented my violet skin as I ran a comb through my hair and knew it would be a good day until we reached Keltar. I could feel the subtle buzz of the people aboard ship and smiled as I felt Ravanna was working Evan over. I meditated and blocked them from my mind so I could get some work done. I dialed up my Keltar contact and informed them of our arrival and smiled as he offered to show me a good time if I promised to wear what I was wearing. I smiled, made a half promise and said good bye.

 

[Zircon]

Tar

Everything looked spick and span, as well as it should. The Fulcrum crystals need a little bit of attention, but that can wait until they get to Keltar. They actually needed replacing, but it should hold until they reach Andromeda.

Tar looked out to the vast emptiness that is space from one of the small portals in the engineering section. But space was not empty. Take that in the distant for instance. The NCG 6543, the Cat’s Eye Nebula, the florescence really bright in the darkest of nights. Or that truly magnificent Supernova 1987A, in that Large Magellanic Cloud, so reminiscent of home.

Home was distant, both in memory, and space and time.

They were soon passing by a Blue Straggler, a star that formed in a globular cluster from the collision or merger of two stars. It was bluer and hotter than its non-coalesced counterparts. This was one of the signposts that we were already in the lanes, although far from the normal shipping lanes. It was one of those “quiet” back lanes, where smugglers, mercs and pirates abound. Tar was a slow learner, in terms of gullibility, but he did learn. The back lanes just made him smile, as he knew that it would be less patrolled by the authorities.

The exploration of the rest of ship hardly took any time at all, the same as his long overdue bath and dinner. It just felt good to be clean and fed again. It felt good enough for him to courageously think about going to see the Captain. Courage which of course left him when he was standing in front of her door. The Captain, no doubt, intimidated him. Well, it was more that the female kind intimidated him rather than rank.

He continued walking, looking at everything, storing in his vast memory, every inch of the ship. And yet, the thoughts rambled through his mind. The feel of Hellcat’s body on his, while she purrs in contentment was alarmingly in the forefront. So too was the feel and smell of the long, silky purple hair in his nostrils, and the analyses of the organic structure while his sense were reeling…

“Captain…” The sound barely registered through the intercom, making it sound like a mumble. What excuse would he come up with for disturbing the Captain has not yet been finalized…

 

[intriguess]

Captain Morgana Wild

She was looking over ships stores and made a mental note to pick up more food on Keltar, among a few personal items that were only available on the pleasure planet. She heard his voice echo as he called out, "Captain," she doubted he knew that the coms were set to alloe conversation between any two people in the ship. Of course all communications were routed to her. It informed her of everything that was going on. Only the crew quarters were private and she smiled as she whispered, "You need something Tar?" she called out in her sultry voice as she slowly picked up where he was wandering in the ship.

 

[Crimson Chaos]

Evan Karrde

*winces in obvious pain at the shock, not one for S&M but intrigued at being tied up nontheless*

Why the fuck should I tell you anything?

*he narrows his eyes at her but can't help wanting to feel her lips around his shaft*

 

[SwampThing]

Ravanna

"Aww. Evan doesn't want to play?" She smacked the side of his penis roughly. "I thought you'd love reliving your memories of the princess. I'd certainly love to hear about them. I'll bet she loved it, didn't she?"

Ravanna switched hands, and now stroked Evan's shaft with the warm, soft fingers of her good hand. "You know, I can be nice if you'll play along."

 

[White Queen]

Hellcat

After going to her room and unpacking hger equipment, which consisted mostly of weapons of all types mostly and a few skimmpy clothes which served a double purpose. She distracted her opponents with her looks and also gave her freedom of movement.

Hellcat removes her coat and weapons belt and slipped into a white thong , tight low cut top and white knee high boots. She grabs her Kassar Steel blade and her stun gun, straps her weapon belt on and walks out of her room... she has to get aquainted with the ship...

 

[Zircon]

Tar

“Umm… Nothing important Captain, I guess it can wait until we get to Keltar… Sorry to disturb you, Sir…”

That was just plain lame, and more to the point, gutless, as the ancient humans might have said. It had always been like this, for the when the moment came, Tar would just lose courage. Chickening out…

He sighed and just looked out of the big window in front of him. He was in one of the aft weapons nacelle, but he had scarcely taken notice of the huge multi-barreled plasma cannons on either side of him. To observers, he was just looking at the contrails of a comet that was traveling perpendicular to them. He wondered briefly what it was like to be engulfed in the icy cold tail, to cool his ardor, when he began to realize that he was warming up, especially his passion…

Mischievously, he took off all his clothes, and switched off the gravity inside the nacelle. He allowed himself to float up, being suspended. He knew that in Zero-G, the nanomachines inside his body would repair damages faster. Beside he just liked the feeling of being unencumbered by clothing. He closed his eyes, and hoped that dreams will come, sooner than later. The nanomachines emitted a biomass light from within his body as they worked, making his skin glow with tiny pinpoints of light.

As he stretched put his hands, in suspension without the benefit of gravity, he felt his cock rising very hard to attention, when his dreams did not materialize but thoughts of the wild cat, Hellcat and the Captain did. He had not really thought about it, but with his cock at full attention and tiny halo-like lights emanating from it, it might seemed strange to people.

An ancient song arose from the audio stream player imbedded in his ears. A song culled from his grandfather’s priceless antique collection. A song from Michael Learns to Rock, a rather funny name, although the song title was quite apt, Blue Night. A song that filled the room with soft music…

Lately you have been asking me
if all my words are true
Don't you know I'll do anything for you

Sometimes I haven't been good to you
Sometimes I've made you cry
And I am sorry for everything

but I promise you girl
I promise you this

:

When the blue night is over my face
on the dark side of the world in space
When I'm all alone with the stars above
you are the one I love…

 

[intriguess]

Captain Morgana Wild

I smiled and replied, "Call me Morgana, or Captain Wild, sir makes me feel as if you should be saluting me." I smiled and stretched my mind to sense what he was doing. I slowly became aware of the life of the ship and let myself drift among the emotions spilling from Ravanna and Evan, sensing Hellcat was prowling around as curious as a cat, I smiled as I felt Tar had made himself comfortable and was aroused, I slyly spied on the image in his mind and gently nudged Hellcat to explore where he was and let myself enjoy the mischief that would result as they met.

I stretched out on my bed and wondered what dreams would come considering the feelings of my crew.