[SpaceYiff 5671] Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!
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				Title: <strong>[SpaceYiff 5671] Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 20:08:00</strong>
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				<em>Here is what the Galactic Encyclopedia of Worlds has to say about the planet Pocatello:</em><br><br><strong>World A-662469-9 Naval Base<br><br>Name: Pocatello (Adar Delta)<br>Starport Type: Class A (Excellent) Refined Fuel, Annual Overhaul and Shipyard available.&nbsp; TAS facilities.<br>Size: 9,600 km diameter<br>Atmosphere: Standard<br>Hydrographic Percentage: 20%<br>Population: Approx 500,000<br>Government Type: Captive (Military Government)<br>Law Level: Weapons Prohibited<br>Technology Level: Low Average Imperial</strong><br><br>"This dry world was originally settled around Imperial Year 550 by a group of Armadillos.&nbsp; Although the founding members were part of an isolationist religious sect, their modern descendants are much more open to outsiders.<br><br>The present government is a provisional military structure provided by the Imperial Navy at the request of the population after a rogue meteor strike destroyed their capital city.&nbsp; The current regrettable state of affairs is expected to change within the next few years."<br><br><em>And here is what most visitors have to say about Pocatello:</em><br><br>"Ye gods, it's dull!"&nbsp; <br><br>The only decent thing to see on the whole miserable planet is the starport and its adjoining naval base.&nbsp; See, the thing about Class A starports with naval bases is that there's always a bar close by.&nbsp; Usually several.&nbsp; Also strip joints, brothels, fast food restaurants, and other establishments that cater to the needs of off-duty service personnel (read: great places to meet interesting people).&nbsp; There are worse places to do business, especially around here.&nbsp; The locals are a touch xenophobic and react poorly to 'morally loose off-worlders' wandering around their fair little utopia.<br><br>This brings us, eventually, to here: The Old Tin Can.&nbsp; This particular establishment is a combination watering-hole and sometime brothel known to allow outside business discussions.&nbsp; The owner even has a electronic billboard that allows for interested parties to advertise their needs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 20:40:13</strong>
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				Marcus strides into the Old Tin Can.&nbsp; He's still dressed in his usual armor and backpack, mostly because he's grown accustomed to it, although sadly his cutlasses have been impounded for as long as he remains on-planet.<br><br>Which, he reflects, could be a while.&nbsp; Another term with the Marines wouldn't be <em>that</em> bad, but he'd really rather find something more interesting to work at, and who knows when there'll actually be a decent employer available?<br><br>He takes a seat at an empty table near the billboard, and orders a mug of half-decent ale.&nbsp; While he waits, his eyes travel upwards to scan the listings...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 01:54:16</strong>
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				The young man walks into the bar, skin pitch black, and he sits at the bar, quietly ordering a whiskey. Term is over, not sure what to do... He is, by his nature, a rather nomadic person.<br><br>He quietly sits back, cloth jacket crinkled softly, as he lets his eyes roam over the people in the bar. He's always been the sort to like other people. Why he joined the Marines, who's modus operandi is hurting people and breaking things, is anyones guess, but, for the time being, he's clearly enjoying the peace and quiet.<br><br>For the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>28-02-2006, 21:43:22</strong>
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				Job looks around quietly, and sees if he can find a dart board. If he can, he starts thowing darts, and while he's not bad, he's not good, seems like an easy mark for a hustler.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>28-02-2006, 21:57:55</strong>
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				Marcus drains half his mug, before rising and heading over to the dartboard.&nbsp; Might as well make things interesting while he waits for some kind of work to rear its ugly head.<br><br>"Five creds a game?" he asks the other man, reaching over to pick up a dart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>01-03-2006, 13:27:05</strong>
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				" certainly." says the man, accent slightly unusual, but in a ' I'm not going to describe why I'm not using capital letters' way. He continues to play rather poorly, and is beaten without too much difficulty, taking it all in good stride all the while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>03-03-2006, 03:48:14</strong>
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				Beatrix walked slowly around the station, her mind not really anywhere and her body following.&nbsp; She had pasted this bar before, but now felt herself being pulled back to it.&nbsp; With a sigh of unknowing fate, she walked in casually and moved to a lone table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 16:49:35</strong>
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				Marcus is, predictably, the better dart-thrower, even if the attractive cat-woman entering the bar does prove mildly distracting.&nbsp; He makes a point of focusing on the game rather than letting his eyes wander, partly out of general respect and partly so he doesn't start a fight.<br><br>"Another game?&nbsp; Or's that enough betting for now?" he asks mildly.&nbsp; It just wasn't sporting to take too many creds off this guy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 18:13:50</strong>
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				There is a sudden flurry of movement around the doorway, with old salts and off-duty starmen alike scrambling to get out of the way.&nbsp; A tall and slender Siamese, wearing a peculiar little half-cape over some sort of uniform, has pushed the door open and is calmly scanning the room as if daring someone to do something foolish.&nbsp; She has a gun holstered on one hip and a sword hanging on the other.<br><br>After a moment she stands aside to allow another Siamese entrance--this second woman is smaller than the first, with a much less aggressive air.&nbsp; She is wearing a similar outfit and bearing a roll of blue velvet cloth under one arm.&nbsp; Commandeering a table, she tosses the cloth over it and then has a seat, propping up a holographic projector.&nbsp; With the flick of a switch, a modest sign appears overhead.&nbsp; It reads:<br><br><div align="center">Now Accepting Applications</div>[/glow]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 18:19:40</strong>
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				"Hold that thought."<br><br>Putting the darts up, Marcus strolls over to the occupied table.&nbsp; His mind wanders a bit, trying to recall just what the exceptions are that allow the Siamese bodyguard (for so he imagines her to be) to carry weapons planetside.<br><br>"What sort of positions are you looking for?" he asks mildly as he approaches.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 18:21:31</strong>
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				The smaller, meeker Siamese clears her throat.<br><br>"General crew," she pipes up.&nbsp; "Military experience preferred."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 18:48:28</strong>
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				"And what does the job entail?&nbsp; And pay?"&nbsp; Beatrix spoke from her lone table.&nbsp; She studied the two carfully, unsure if she should apply or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 18:50:34</strong>
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				"That will depend upon further negotiations, but the base rate is two thousand five hundred a month...with bonuses to be determined by those negotiations."<br><br>She glances at the taller Siamese for a moment then clears her throat again.<br><br>"Discretion is a plus."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 21:51:20</strong>
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				"If by discretion, you mean you want someone who would ask questions not from across the room, then you are foolish enough to plaster a sigh for everyone to see.&nbsp; If, on the other hand, you mean someone who won't blab about what ever mission you wish done, then that's another matter entirely."&nbsp; Beatrix replied as she rose from the table she sat at and walked towards the two Siamese, her movements skating the look of one ready to pounce, much like the cat she was.&nbsp; Her tail bobbed from side to side with each step she took towards the two girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 21:53:45</strong>
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				"Our employer is seeking the latter, yes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 21:58:12</strong>
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				"So this is just a set up for the real interview then?"&nbsp; She asked, pausing only for a moment to study the man who had walked over before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:02:01</strong>
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				"Much will depend.&nbsp; Our employer is somewhat capricious about these matters.&nbsp; Now, if you've got a resume, I can take that..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:15:47</strong>
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				Marcus opens his pack -- slowly, so it's clear he's not going for a weapon or anything threatening -- and removes a folder, from which he obtains a copy of his resume.&nbsp; The document is understandably short given his singular tour of duty, but includes the highlights of his skills and medical training, as well as the commendations he's received, and includes his current on-planet contact information.<br><br>He closes the pack and lays his resume on the table.&nbsp; "Will there be anything else at the present?" he inquires, unsure if they'll have more questions just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:18:57</strong>
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				Job quietly walks up to the table, slipping out a small folder of his own- Admittedly, his is likely to be nowhere near as interesting as the others, but then, that'll just mean he's cheaper to hire. He places it down, not speaking, not particularly seeing a need to yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:27:07</strong>
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				"Oh!&nbsp; I almost forgot.&nbsp; There may be some unorthodox personal services required."<br><br>The 'bodyguard' rolls her eyes at this.<br><br>"Certain entertainment-related duties and so on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:49:30</strong>
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				"I thought as much."&nbsp; Beatrix said.&nbsp; "I'm afraid that I don not have my file on hand, but I can leave and return with in in short order."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:51:44</strong>
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				"That would be most acceptable.&nbsp; We will be here for the next hour or so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 23:41:05</strong>
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				<em>Entertainment-related duties?</em><br><br>Marcus raises an eyebrow, but otherwise fails to let this oddity shake his composure.&nbsp; After all, he does need the creds.&nbsp; "I see.&nbsp; I'm interested, if my file seems suitable.&nbsp; I'll be at the address listed for the next week, at least."&nbsp; <em>Unless someone else hires me, but I don't see that happening any time soon.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 00:06:04</strong>
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				"A decision will be made by this evening.&nbsp; You will be contacted in the event that your file is pleasing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 00:43:39</strong>
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				"All right.&nbsp; Thanks for your time."<br><br>Marcus heads back to the dartboard, wondering just what he might be getting himself into...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 01:34:15</strong>
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				Beatrix left with a slight bow from her head.&nbsp; The walk out the door and to the small place that she had been staying was uneventful, which was just what she wished.&nbsp; Gathering her portfoilo, he briskly made her way back to the bar.<br><br>"I believe that this may prove to be to your liking."&nbsp; She said as she handed over the folder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 01:38:25</strong>
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				"Very well."<br><br>The meeker Siamese looks a little more frazzled by this point.&nbsp; The pile of hardcopy files on the table beside her has grown considerably...<br><br>"A decision will be made, possibly by tomorrow morning.&nbsp; You will be contacted shortly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 01:57:35</strong>
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				Beatrix nodded and left them to mull over there pile of papers, feeling no need to discuss the matter further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 10:29:48</strong>
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				Job walks back to the dartboard, rather more deeply in thought, and while his eyes look at somewhere else, who knows exactly where, he hurls the dart with surprising accuracy for a bullseye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 19:36:30</strong>
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				Marcus gives the other man an odd look, but instead of asking questions that he probably doesn't want to know the answer to, he simply begins throwing his own darts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 21:47:56</strong>
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				As Job starts concentrating on the game again, his aim gradually worsens, till he's once again losing handily. " you're very good." He quietly looks at one of his darts, before tossing it again, somehow lodging it in the side. " i suppose we're both likely to regret joining that crew."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>10-03-2006, 21:51:29</strong>
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				Marcus shrugs, as though his relative ability to throw darts was of little import.<br><br>"We might," he agrees, "but I can deal with regret at the rates they're paying."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 18:32:25</strong>
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				After an hour or so, and several more resumes, the meek little Siamese packs up and departs, the bodyguard close on her heels.<br><br>Time passes.<br><br>And then each of you receives a simple text message:<br><br><em>Application accepted.&nbsp; Report to Bay Twelve-A tomorrow morning before 0900 hours.</em><br><br>That's it.&nbsp; No name, no indication of the name of the ship, no nothing.&nbsp; Very odd. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>11-03-2006, 18:40:47</strong>
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				Oh, no.&nbsp; <em>That</em> isn't the least bit suspicious.<br><br>Not that Marcus can afford certainty at this point.&nbsp; After leaving the Old Tin Can relatively early (with only two or three drinks in him, and avoiding the whores), he heads back to the not-so-wonderful establishment he's been staying at, sets his alarm, and proceeds to get the sleep needed to deal with the weird and unexpected.<br><br>The next morning, he arrives -- seemingly bright-eyed and (being human, figuratively) bushy-tailed -- at 0845 hours sharp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 11:08:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Job sleeps in the sort of place that aspires, when it grows up, to be some form of amphetamine-dwelling, wakes up to the sound of a fistfight on the street, and arrives at about 0700, simply to be away from the damn place. As Marcus arrives he nods to him, slightly jittery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 16:30:23</strong>
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				The room Beatrix had rented was sparce, but safe.&nbsp; Her nights rest was dreamless, but relaxful.&nbsp; When she showed up at 0850, she looked well rested and ready for anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 16:36:07</strong>
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				Bay Twelve-A is deserted.<br><br>There is, however, a ship in Bay Twelve-B...but there's nothing and nobody in sight but a few maintenance bots and some off-duty roustabouts.<br><br>Just when you think this has been a complete waste of time, the gantry door leading to Twelve-B irises open and the meek little Siamese clerk leans out and beckons to you.<br><br>"Over here!&nbsp; Come on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 18:37:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh...huh."<br><br>Shaking his head, Marcus heads in the direction of Twelve-B.&nbsp; By this point, of course, he has to wonder whether Job was right after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 22:02:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Job walks along, quietly looking over the woman. He has the look of somebody who's been unwise to sample the local coffee without a few stiff shots of whiskey beforehand, hand shaking slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 16:07:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Beatrix eyed the ship as she santered over to the forming group.&nbsp; It was worse than she had thought, but she needed a job and they hired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 16:11:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The meek little clerk sketches a quick bow.<br><br>"Many apologies.&nbsp; My esteemed employer's sense of humor has a slight case of paranoia.&nbsp; Please, come aboard quickly and I will show you to your staterooms.&nbsp; We are in some haste."<br><br>Once everyone is past the iris door, she slams it shut and hurriedly leads the way down the gantry and in through the airlock, which the little lilac-point Siamese also secures firmly.&nbsp; While she does so, you all get a chance to look around, and three words come immediately to mind: lots of money!&nbsp; This is possibly the newest, most cleanly designed ship any of you have ever been on.<br><br>"Welcome on board Zhao Sanshichi.&nbsp; The owner will speak to you later...indelicate and impolite, but at the moment also sadly necessary.&nbsp; Your staterooms are this way."<br><br>'This way' is a small common room with four doors, each one leading to a small stateroom.<br><br>"Choose any one you like.&nbsp; Oh, and please prepare for immediate departure.&nbsp; We will compensate you for any additional inconvenience once it is safe to do so."<br><br>She bows again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 16:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Beatrix, still trying to figure out if this was going to be a huge mistake, said nothing and followed the clerk inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 21:30:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus looks around the ship's interior, with a raised eyebrow.<br><br>Gee.&nbsp; This is all perfectly legal, of course.<br><br>But it pays well, and he should have plausible deniability later -- everyone knows what MARINE stands for, after all.<br><br>He randomly chooses a room and heads inside to set down his gear.&nbsp; At least it'll be comfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-03-2006, 22:24:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job has no need of wondering if he'll regret it- He figures that most of what he does will end up as so, and thus, he might as well make sure he's regretting something <i>really</i> spectacular.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 16:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Meanwhile, in the outer reaches of this planetary system, a System Entry Warning beacon manages to get off a signal before it is destroyed by the unexpected intruder...)<br><br>(And up in the cockpit, the pilot hurries through her checklist and dismisses a small warning pop-up without reading it carefully.&nbsp; Making a hasty launch safely leaves her with more important things to fuss over than the ship's firewall turning itself off.)<br><br>The meek little clerk stops by to help anyone who needs it with securing themselves and their gear.<br><br>"Do not be alarmed by any sudden movements.&nbsp; We may not have received the usual clearances to depart and sometimes the Navy can be a little..."<br><br>The base alarms suddenly go off!&nbsp; Klaxons, flashing red lights, the works.&nbsp; The Siamese's ears flatten against her skull and she slumps despondently.<br><br>"...unreasonable."<br><br>A voice squawks from the PA system.<br><br><em>"Are the companions secured yet, Four?"</em><br><br>"Yes, Two.&nbsp; I was just finishing..."<br><br><em>"Well, get your cute little ass up here and strap in!&nbsp; We have a situation."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 22:33:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job calls out. " i think i had the bet at ten minutes before serious trouble, didn't i?" he says. " ah, the grim reward of being right." he straps himself in, sighing softly as he prepares himself for extreme gravity changes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 22:41:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't remember that bet, but I can't say I'm surprised," Marcus calls back.<br><br>He also moves to strap himself in.&nbsp; What a day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 23:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beatrix found the room adaquite, if not a little small for her liking.&nbsp; Still, the amount of free cash that these people have at their disposal is enough to satisfy any worries that she had.&nbsp; For the time being, she wasn't worried about the alarms activating; that happens all the time in this business.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 02:46:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhm.&nbsp; Well.&nbsp; I'd best be getting to my station, if you're all prepared?&nbsp; I'll be back as soon as I can."<br><br>With a bow, the meek little Siamese clerk goes scurrying off to her duty station.<br><br>The next few minutes are rather anti-climactic.&nbsp; The alarms continue to go off, the klaxons scream, and nothing else seems to...wait a sec.&nbsp; You're lifting off.&nbsp; Quickly.<br><br>The intercom kicks on again.&nbsp; The speaker's voice is female...and quite amused.<br><br><strong>"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.&nbsp; This is the captain speaking.&nbsp; I'd like to welcome you on board for our trip out of the Pocatello system.&nbsp; Our sensors have picked up a small complication about the size of an invading armada.&nbsp; Do hang on to your hats.&nbsp; And thank you again for flying Armageddon Spaceways."</strong><br><br>Just before the intercom clicks off, you can hear the meek little clerk saying "Boss, was that absolutely necessary?"<br><br>Oh dear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 02:49:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calmly, Marcus opens his pack and begins to unbuckle his cutlasses from the 'peacebond' restraints.<br><br>One never knows, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 03:20:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beatrix sat back and waited.&nbsp; If everything goes well, there will be nothing to worry about.&nbsp; If not, she would get in some ass kicking rounds before everything settled down.&nbsp; Either way, win win for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 09:56:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cutlass comes out with that little <i>shing!</i> Job loves so much. He has no idea how they make the sheath to get that sound, but he still loves it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 05:27:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Time passes.&nbsp; There is the usual sensation of acceleration, but after a while that fades.&nbsp; Before anyone has time to become thoroughly bored, the PA kicks on again.<br><br><strong>"Will my new companions kindly report to the bridge for their first situation report?&nbsp; Thank you so very much."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 05:44:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After scrupulously replacing his no-longer-restrained cutlasses, Marcus unstraps himself and shoulders his pack.&nbsp; He heads for the bridge (assuming he can find it).<br><br>If he somehow manages to walk away from this experience, at least he'll be well paid for his efforts, but the odds aren't looking so good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 12:32:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shing. Shing shing shing. He loves that sound so. Job puts the blade back into it's sheath, walking to the bridge quietly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 21:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Several stretches and a loud cracking of her knuckles later, Beatrix pulls herself up to her feet and makes her way towards the bridge.&nbsp; For the moment she feels unsure what use she will be, but once she manages to understand the full situation, she felt confendent that she could handle any problem that should come her way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 21:53:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bridge is quite easy to find--it's up near the front of the ship.<br><br>There are five workstations, here: Pilot, Co-Pilot, Navigation, Communications, and one Command.&nbsp; The meek little clerk is on Communications.&nbsp; The bodyguard from earlier is apparently the co-pilot.&nbsp; Two more shapely female Siamese in the same uniforms occupy the other two normal stations, and the last...<br><br>You aren't quite sure what she is, but it's a 'she', clad in a flowing and shimmering robe that seems to be of some sort of silk.&nbsp; She beams at the new arrivals.<br><br><strong>"Well, <em>hello</em>, there!&nbsp; Welcome, welcome...now, I'm sorry to rush things along but you're no doubt wondering what's going on."</strong><br><br>The woman gestures to the overworked little clerk.&nbsp; A tri-dee representation of the star system springs to life.&nbsp; There are a number of large yellow dots moving toward the small brown marble that is Pocatello.<br><br><strong>"Do you see those happy little blobs?&nbsp; That's an invading fleet.&nbsp; For some odd reason, I don't wish to be here when they arrive.&nbsp; Still with me so far?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 22:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Now why would you not wish to stick around and welcome them with open arms?"&nbsp; Beatrix said, the scarcasim in her words blatent enough to fill the room.&nbsp; "Afraid of getting stabbed in the back?"&nbsp; She added with a sly smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-03-2006, 23:58:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus looks up at their new commander, and manages not to look too confused trying to figure out what she is.<br><br>"Makes sense...except for the part where there's suddenly a war on.&nbsp; If you don't mind my asking, who's invading?"<br><br><em>And how did you know before everyone else?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 01:08:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" are we able to outrun them? i mean, they basically snuck up on this system quite effectively, and it seems they're not too worried who they piss off..." Job is rather more concerned about the very immediate danger of sucking hard vacuum.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 02:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Ah, well, those incoming ships would be the Smileys."</strong><br><br>Only the most sadistic race in the known universe.&nbsp; Only the meanest bastards ever to dare the cold, hard depths of space.&nbsp; Only the most twisted, cruel, and downright <em>mean</em> bunch of protoplasm out there.&nbsp; No wonder your new employer doesn't want to hang around!<br><br><strong>"And they aren't exactly sneaking.&nbsp; They attacked this world some time ago and were beaten off...at cost.&nbsp; Surely you didn't think that the Navy would station so many troops out here without some underlying reason?"</strong><br><br>She turns in her chair to calmly regard the cheerfully swimming little yellow blobs as they converge on Pocatello.<br><br><strong>"We knew they'd be back.&nbsp; Looks like we were right.&nbsp; And now my presence here is no longer required.&nbsp; So..."</strong><br><br>Her next comment is interrupted by a quiet:<br><br>"Uhhh...that doesn't look right..." from the pilot.&nbsp; "We shouldn't be counting down for Jump yet!&nbsp; We're still practically parked on the ground."<br><br>"Don't look at me," mutters the Navigator darkly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 21:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that's great."<br><br>Although his tone isn't exactly enthusiastic, Marcus is suddenly quite glad he took this job.&nbsp; He does, however, turn a worried eye to the pilot and navigator as they speak.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; Are we all about to die, or are things just about to get interesting for a little while?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 23:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" i more saw things being interesting for a little while, then becoming much, much more interesting when we died." says Job, offhand. He seems to be taking the fact that the grinning psychopathic serial killer of the universe just waltzed into their system fairly well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 05:08:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beatrix found herself cursing out loud at the metion of the Smileys.&nbsp; Having done four tours of duty, she'd had a run in or two in her time, and from her stand point, one is more than enough for a lifetime.<br><br>"Get the ship ready for jump.&nbsp; If it's starting a count down already, we need to be moving.&nbsp; And while you're at it, throw in a small prayer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 05:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Life is about to get very interesting indeed..." the Navigator mutters darkly.<br><br>"Look at the bright side," &nbsp;says the Pilot.&nbsp; "At least we won't be bored."<br><br>"I could stand a little more boredom," &nbsp;from Communications.<br><br>All of this seems to strike your new employer as highly amusing.&nbsp; She laughs, quite pleasantly.<br><br><strong>"Oh, of course!&nbsp; The ancient curse!&nbsp; How droll.&nbsp; We may quite likely fulfill the second most horrible curse as well."</strong>&nbsp; She glances at Beatrix.&nbsp; <strong>"Not only are these interesting times, but we may well come to the attention of those of great rank.&nbsp; Tell me, do you play chess?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 05:52:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not often.&nbsp; I doubt that I'd be able to defeat a master, but I know the rules well enough for you to enjoy a game or two.&nbsp; As far a curses go, do we flip a coin to see if the good side or bad side applys to us each day?"&nbsp; She replied, looking around for a chair to sit in whilsts they talked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 14:39:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"I've never heard of a 'good' curse.&nbsp; That would sort of defeat the idea, don't you agree?"</strong><br><br>The strange woman stands and stretches lazily.<br><br><strong>"This is as good a time as any for our official audience.&nbsp; If we're about to misjump, I'm about as useful as a fish's bicycle up here.&nbsp; Come along.&nbsp; Girls, do carry on."</strong><br><br>There is a chorus of "aye-aye, ma'am" from the crew, who are feverishly working away at their stations.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 19:43:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Guess it's all about perspective.&nbsp; I've met people who'd rather be dead than bored, so 'interesting times' could be good, right?"<br><br>Marcus shrugs, moving to follow the commander to...wherever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siegfried</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 20:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"From what I remember, the curse states 'may you live in intersting times'.&nbsp; Not every situation will be life and death, just interesting to all those involved.&nbsp; But that is besides the point.&nbsp; What is it that you wish for us to do?"&nbsp; Beatrix ask, her tail moving slightly at the thought of conflict.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-03-2006, 20:30:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"That is the best known one, yes.&nbsp; The other one is 'may you come to the attention of important persons'.&nbsp; After all, what usually happens when the Emperor takes a personal interest in you?"</strong><br><br>Your hostess laughs again.<br><br><strong>"Your task is to entertain me.&nbsp; This you will do by being yourselves and seeking out your own diversions when we get to wherever it is we are going.&nbsp; For this, you will be provided the use of my beloved yacht and a reasonable monthly remuneration.&nbsp; If, in the course of events, you manage to assist my performing a certain task, well...so much the better."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>25-03-2006, 04:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure, I know what the curse is.&nbsp; I'm just saying, some people might not think of it as a <em>curse</em>."<br><br>Marcus lifts an eyebrow at the commander's explanation.<br><br>"That sounds...almost too simple.&nbsp; Especially given that we were told military experience was preferred.&nbsp; Maybe I shouldn't be asking too many questions when I'm getting paid, but what exactly is that 'certain task?'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 01:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" also... perhaps it's just a cultural thing, but i've always gotten the impression that when one is asked to entertain somebody of such obviously obscene wealth as yourself, if said obscenely wealthy patron becomes jaded, they may have to drop off the yesterday's news, sometimes without waiting to arrive at a spaceport."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 22:05:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Your employer laughs, quite pleasantly.<br><br><strong>"Please!&nbsp; That would be a waste of a wonderful opportunity to make a spectacle of myself for the holo-vids!&nbsp; I have no intention of jettisoning anybody.&nbsp; Now, my maiden aunt, she would be a different story entirely...as for my appointed task, that is not something with which you three will need to be concerned.&nbsp; At least, not for the moment."</strong><br><br>She reaches her personal suite and bids the three of you follow her inside.&nbsp; It's...opulent.&nbsp; Decadent, even.&nbsp; Red and gold predominate, and there's a lot of lacquered wood present.&nbsp; Crossing to a low bowl chair, the woman takes a seat with a dignified little flourish.<br><br><strong>"And now, I should like to see the three of you naked."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 22:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job chokes on his own tongue, coughing violently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 22:42:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus, fortunately, avoids the wrath of his own tongue.&nbsp; The recruiter <em>had</em> hinted pretty strongly at this, although he hadn't been paying all that much attention at the time.<br><br>"I have to admit," he observes, "this isn't really what I expected from 'military experience preferred.'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 22:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"It isn't what I meant by 'military experience preferred'.&nbsp; This would fall under 'light entertainment duties'."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 22:55:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah. i certainly hope to not learn what heavy entertainment would mean in your eyes for a long time. now... my ears might not have been working. you said we were to strip? nude, you mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-03-2006, 22:47:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Yes, please."</strong><br><br>And then, she giggles like a schoolgirl.<br><br><strong>"Do any of you have issues with cross-species intimacy?&nbsp; I certainly hope not.&nbsp; It may be a dreadfully long voyage otherwise..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 04:54:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well...not on principle, no."&nbsp; Marcus shrugs.&nbsp; "I mean, there's definitely such a thing as too much variance in phenotype, but I'm flexible."&nbsp; He raises an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Not to be rude, ma'am, but I don't believe I'm familiar with your species."<br><br><em>Well,</em> he considers as he slowly begins to remove his outer cloth armor, <em>it's not like we really have a choice here.&nbsp; Besides, she's not bad looking, even if I'm not really sure what she is.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 05:02:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" i have a problem with intimacy in general, but like so many principles, that one is easily bought off with my pay." Job, as well, carefully removing his clothes. It's probably rather difficult to make out fine details in him, though, with that complete lack of contrast.<br><br>" also... who, exactly, are the, ahem, light entertainment duties for? just you, or are we expected to ' entertain' your crew as well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 16:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Why?&nbsp; Do you think the girls might want to have a little fun as well?"</strong><br><br>She laughs.<br><br><strong>"Yes, of course...if you desire their attentions as well, I don't see why you can't offer.&nbsp; I certainly won't be taking up all of your time.&nbsp; Isn't that just deliciously scandalous of me?"</strong><br><br>She gives Marcus a leering grin.<br><br><strong>"And I'm a Qiling.&nbsp; We're rather rare."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 17:46:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job finishes stripping. If he could blush, he almost certainly would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>31-03-2006, 20:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes snap wide for a second.&nbsp; "Oh, I see.&nbsp; No wonder I didn't recognize you...ma'am."<br><br>Marcus's reflec falls to the ground, and eventually he finishes divesting himself of his clothes.&nbsp; He does his best not to blush, although it <em>is</em> more than a bit awkward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>02-04-2006, 14:50:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah... what exactly do you know that i don't, there?" Job asks Marcus, rather nervous now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>02-04-2006, 20:22:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing <em>bad</em>."&nbsp; Marcus shrugs, trying not to let his nudity bother him.&nbsp; "Supposedly...qilings are related to the Dragons that founded the first Empire.&nbsp; And like our esteemed employer says, they're pretty rare, which is why most people don't know 'em by sight even if they know they exist."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>02-04-2006, 20:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job's tongue tries to escape to his stomach again as he chokes a bit on it, spluttering violently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2006, 20:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Why, yes!&nbsp; That's exactly right.&nbsp; The rare part, I mean.&nbsp; I honestly don't know if the rumors about us and Dragons are true, but I wouldn't be terribly surprised.&nbsp; We have such great..<em>appetites</em> in common."</strong><br><br>Okay, you just <em>know</em> that was a double entendre!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>02-04-2006, 20:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" you don't look like the sort of person who would eat others alive." says Job, his head cocked. He has about the knowledge of a Double Entendre that... Well, he just doesn't understand that sorta thing well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2006, 20:54:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"And especially not virgins.&nbsp; They're tender, but usually quite bland.&nbsp; I prefer dishes with more seasoning."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>02-04-2006, 20:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know the feeling, ma'am."&nbsp; Marcus smirks ever so slightly, not really certain where the line between banter and insubordination lies here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 13:04:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ahem... well, so, ma'am, have i spent enough time in, er, the ' alltogether', so to speak?" says Job nervously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-04-2006, 15:01:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Not yet.&nbsp; I was hoping to get an interested second opinion on your...qualifications."</strong><br><br>The Qiling smiles.<br><br><strong>"One of my other crew will doubtlessly be joining us shortly."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 00:56:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see."&nbsp; Marcus raises an eyebrow, refraining from comment, although this does sound like a good thing.&nbsp; "Anyone we've met already?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 01:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Of course!&nbsp; She interviewed you...and I promise you, she is in rather severe need of some serious personal relaxation therapy."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 02:45:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, then."&nbsp; Marcus shrugs, smiling a bit.&nbsp; "I imagine she'll find me...qualified, at any rate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 09:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" you know, i'd always thought i'd never have to be naked in front of an employer again..." Job says, looking around a tad nervously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 19:59:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel strode through the brightly lit hallway, soft blue eyes staring straight ahead, focused on her goal.&nbsp; Her new employer had asked that she visit her suite, a request that had the authority of an order as far as Jezebel was concerned.&nbsp; Once a marine, always a marine.&nbsp; Her tail curled itself around her form arm, a sign that she was content.&nbsp; After all, she'd mangaged to endure interagation at the hands of the Celestial Underground Mafia and live to tell the tale.&nbsp; Not only that, but she'd busted the head of the fracking elf who'd tried to break her.&nbsp; She smiled, needle sharp teeth showing, a the thought.&nbsp; He'd have a hard time holding pliers without any fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>It hadn't taken her long to find new employment.&nbsp; After all, everyone knew the skill and dedication it took to make Marine.&nbsp; Her tenure had been but 2 years, but it had been an exceptional service and she'd left with the highest of recemedations to pursue other interests.&nbsp; Such as this.&nbsp; Halting before the door to the suite she staightened her uniform tunic, brushed back the fur on her tufted ears that rose out of a spill of long raven hair and entered...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 20:02:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The qiling waves to the newly arrived tiger.<br><br><strong>"There you are, dear...boys, this is not the crew-member I was expecting, but she'll do.&nbsp; What do you think of the other new arrivals?&nbsp; Think you can handle them?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 20:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezeble looked around and growled.&nbsp; It wasn't an angry sound.&nbsp; It was more of a thoughtful clearing of the throat.&nbsp; Two humans and a hybrid mix such as herself.&nbsp; The humans were no problem, other then having to worry about accidently hurting them.&nbsp; The feline... she carried herself with the bearing of a space marine.&nbsp; She looked tough.&nbsp; No need to worry about hurting her.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded once, her tail curling and uncurling around her forearm as she smiled ferally.&nbsp; "I can handle them.&nbsp; &nbsp;All at once or one at a time?" she asked, her voice confident.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 20:29:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Any requests, boys?"</strong><br><br>The qiling giggles.<br><br><strong>"I don't mind if you do.&nbsp; We've got a lot of time and not much to do until we come back out of jump, you know."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 20:42:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a grin, Jezebel unfastens her tunic and pulls it off, leaving it on the floor at her feet.&nbsp; Her breats are firm and covered with soft fur, her nipples black.&nbsp; She looks first at the human named Marcus, and then over at the one named Job and licks her chops catlike with her pink tongue.&nbsp; <br>"Eeny meeni miney moe, catch a human by the toe." she points back and forth between them.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus lets his eyes roam over Jezebel's body, obviously admiring, though he keeps his composure (at least, as much as any man can while naked and rapidly growing erect in front of a group of strangers).<br><br>"Requests?&nbsp; I can think of a few, ma'am...but for now..."<br><br>Grinning, he approaches Jezebel, his left arm sliding around her midsection and pulling her into a deep kiss.&nbsp; His other hand reaches up to gently caress a breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:29:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel growled, the vibrations of which Marcus surely felt.&nbsp; She liked this one.&nbsp; Bold and sure.&nbsp; Her sort of plaything.&nbsp; Reaching down between his legs, she grasped his erection, carful not to tear the tender flesh with her claws,&nbsp; while kissing him back forcefully.&nbsp; Her other hand cups his naked butt and pulls him hard against her.&nbsp; She's feeling playful, something the human had best be thankful for.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:40:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand slides down to the tiger-girl's own rear, giving it a light squeeze as if sensing her mood.&nbsp; Marcus tweaks her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he feels himself quickly grow to full hardness in Jezebel's hand, his member perhaps eight inches long and fairly thick.&nbsp; He deepens the kiss, his tongue flicking out to find hers.<br><br><em>I think I'm going to like this job.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job quietly coughs, turning away to give them... Well, what privacy they can, quietly busying himself studying the room, and trying to ignore the sounds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:46:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The qiling smiles at this show of modesty.<br><br><strong>"Would you not prefer to join them?&nbsp; Or at least enjoy the view?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezeble grins from ear to ear. &nbsp;This is more like it. &nbsp;The last human she had coupled with had looked nervous the entire time. &nbsp;She had ended up cuffing him with the back of her hand, sending him crashing across the room and fracturing 3 ribs. &nbsp;This one, however...<br><br>She teased his tongue with hers, careful not to impale it with her neede-like teeth. &nbsp;Drawing blood with your first kiss was normally frowned upon, after all. &nbsp;Slowly she begins stroking his erect tool, enjoyng the feel of his hand on her breast, a wave of lust filling her loins.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Aaah... Are you familiar with a Catholic church? The nuns beat most of such urges out of me with steel edged rulers. I swear Sister Jahmila spent 10 years in the Marines..." He coughs a bit. " I'm willing to do the entertainment duties, but I apparently go to hell if I enjoy it too much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course, Marcus is a <em>little</em> nervous -- it's not really possible to be otherwise in these circumstances -- but he doesn't let it stop him.&nbsp; In his experience, species with claws know enough not to use them during sex.<br><br>Unless you piss them off, of course.&nbsp; But he's never had that problem.<br><br>He sighs into the kiss, his hand sliding down the tiger's body to reach between her legs and slowly sliding a finger inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 21:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4023.msg163862#msg163862">Quote from: Ajoxer on 12-04-2006, 21:48:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" Aaah... Are you familiar with a Catholic church? The nuns beat most of such urges out of me with steel edged rulers. I swear Sister Jahmila spent 10 years in the Marines..." He coughs a bit. " I'm willing to do the entertainment duties, but I apparently go to hell if I enjoy it too much."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"The what?&nbsp; I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that sect."</strong><br><br>The qiling tilts her head this way and that as she thinks this over for a moment.<br><br><strong>"Your sister is not here.&nbsp; I am sure what she does not know, she cannot truly use against you.&nbsp; Enjoy yourself, yes?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:14:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" It was actually a title. Women who swear never to have sex- Although I'm fairly sure that Sister Jahmila was the only one who took that seriously. The sect has an extremely odd attitude towards sex in general, really." He coughs. " Anyway... I'm sure that once I get a bit more familiar with the crew, I'll feel more comfortable about that sort of thing." For now, though, he's struggling to hide a growing erection from the sounds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"I could order you to relax...but that would hardly be fair of me, now, would it?&nbsp; Come.&nbsp; Sit here next to me.&nbsp; I promise not to take advantage of your virtue.&nbsp; Yet."</strong><br><br>With a soft laugh, the qiling pats the chair next to her leg.&nbsp; If he sits there, poor Job will almost be in her lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:20:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles. " Thank you." He sits there, blushing a bit from the closeness, and clearly a bit aroused by the proximity, but the poor fool is <i>not</i> familiar with seduction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 22:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel let out a contented purr. &nbsp;It had been too long since she'd had a lover, and this was turning into a pleasant surprise indeed. &nbsp;His finger slides eaily into her moist cunt, the fur along its outer lips already damp with desire. &nbsp;She brings her hand to her mouth, breaking their kiss long enough to wet it with her tongue, then goes back to stroking his cock, her soft palm now wet with saliva. &nbsp;Playfully squeezing his ass, she kneeds his flesh gently with the tips of her clawed fingers.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 23:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus lets out a soft hiss as Jezebel's moistened hand closes on his cock, before leaning in to capture her lips with his own again.&nbsp; A second finger slips inside her for a moment, before he withdraws his hand, rubbing her juices along his thumb; both fingers plunge back into her cunt, leaving his thumb to rub at her clit.&nbsp; His hand on her ass keeps her body pressed against his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 23:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebels' purr grows stronger, sending its vibrations through her breast and down ino her belly. The man is skilled, something she appreciates. Her strokes quicken slightly, her hand sliding down to the base of his cock and then to it's head, twisting gently against his tender flesh while her other hand slides slowly up his back, tracing his skin with her claws, only enough pressure to leave faint red stripes on his back.&nbsp; This one, she decides, she'll be careful with so that she can enjoy him over and over.&nbsp; After all, she'd signed up for the long haul. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-04-2006, 23:58:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus doesn't wince as her claws dig into his back; he knows enough to know that showing weakness is no way to approach felines of any sort.<br><br>He continues to play with her cunt, giving as good as he gets, until after a few moments he decides that she seems ready enough.&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, Marcus smirks at Jezebel as both his hands take a firm grip on her hips and ass, and with impressive strength he lifts her into the air.&nbsp; Positioning her carefully, he penetrates her with one powerful thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 00:28:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel arches her back, her hands settling on her shoulder, claws extended out enough to grip, but not cause harm.&nbsp; Strong legs wrap themselves around his waist, locking him into a passionate embrace.&nbsp; Her purrs turn to low growls of plesureable exciment as she rides him, pressing her face against his and forcing her tongue into his mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her tail, curls up between his legs, the tip of it stroking the area between his anus and his balls teasingly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 00:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets his tongue twine with hers, kissing the tiger-girl hungrily.&nbsp; Marcus leans forward slightly, using his strength and leverage to fuck her in forceful, even strokes.&nbsp; He groans into the kiss as he feels her tail, but doesn't falter, determined to not let her get the upper hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 01:17:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel grunts in appreciation of his long hard strokes.&nbsp; She'd never been big on gentle couplings and this suits her needs just wonderfully.&nbsp; Her tail teases at his anus, the swishes about, brushing at his balls in earnest, wrapping about his thigh first.&nbsp; As his strokes sink deep inside of her, she grinds herself against his hipbone and kisses him even harder, her growls reverberating inside of his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 01:35:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His grip tightens on her ass as her tail teases him.&nbsp; Marcus continues pounding into Jezebel, never more grateful than now for the PT that allows him to maintain this position.&nbsp; Even as he fucks her, though, one thought is foremost in his mind:<br><br><em>I can't believe I'm getting paid for this.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 23:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel grins, letting her animal nature loose, not fully - after all, she'd hate to accidently disembowl him, but enough so that the ride is... exciting for him.&nbsp; She roars, not a great roar, but enough to startle anyone not expecting it, then takes over, shifting her weight so that she falls backwards, still coupled with the man, taking the full brunt of his weight as he comes down on her.&nbsp; Then she rolls over, and begins riding his cock hard and fast, driving it deep inside of her wet hungry cunt, her arms and legs pinning him to the floor.&nbsp; Passion begins to flood through her.&nbsp; Yes, she truly intends to make sure this one survives any misadventures they might have.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's been a long time since she's had such a satisfying fuck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 23:38:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus blinks as he's suddenly dragged forward, and he lets go of Jezebel in order to catch himself rather than risk injuring her by landing directly on her.<br><br>He allows her to roll him over, grinning up at the tiger-girl, before exhaling heavily as she begins to ride him.&nbsp; His hands rise to take hold of her furry breasts, massaging deftly as he does his best to raise his hips to meet her.<br><br>If he knew what she was thinking, of course, he'd probably feel insulted.&nbsp; But as it is, he's far too busy wondering just how many of the lovely crew members he might be asked to 'entertain...'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:00:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebels' desire builds within her, and she let's out another roar, this one filled with desire.&nbsp; Reaching behind him, her claw points dig into his ass, not enough to break the skin, but enough to get a good grip.&nbsp; She pulls him harder and faster into her wet slit, fucking him until she is on the verge of cumming.&nbsp; Letting out a final roar, her back arches and her hips thrust mightly against his as waves of rapture wash through her entire body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:16:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grits his teeth as Jezebel begins moving faster, determined not to let her drive him over the edge without her.&nbsp; When he finally hears her roar, he bucks his hips against hers, letting out a groan as he feels the cum start to explode from his cock.&nbsp; His fingers tweak her nipples as she cums, and he continues fucking her as best he can in his position, hoping to prolong her orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:18:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Qiling laughs delightedly, clapping her hands.<br><br><strong>"Oh, I do believe you'll do wonderfully.&nbsp; Both of you, I mean."</strong><br><br>She slides a friendly arm around Job's shoulder, but does nothing else even remotely forward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:21:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" you've got a very attractive body, madam." he says, trying to think unsexy thoughs, rather unsuccesfully. It looks quite a bit like he wouldn't mind if she started something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:32:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Why, thank you.&nbsp; Would you like me to help you with something?&nbsp; That unfortunate state of arousal, for example."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:59:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah... possibly... i'm afraid i'm exceedingly inexperienced with anything carnal, i didn't get much in the way of shore leave while in the navy." he probably blushes, it would be VERY hard to tell.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 01:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Lean this way, then, if you would?"</strong><br><br>The Qiling lifts the arm around his shoulder, giving him room to lean against her yet still face the floor show.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 01:52:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He carefully leans, quietly looking over her body, comparing their size- He's a tall man, a few inches over 6'3", and fairly strong, he's curious as to how large she is as he gently leans against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She's definitely smaller (maybe 5' 6"), but still tall enough to reach around him, gently grasp his erection in one hand, and stroke gently.<br><br><strong>"There!&nbsp; Just relax and enjoy..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:45:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah... my, you've got great hands..." He breathes quickly as she strokes her fingers across it, breathing fast as she stimulates him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 02:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Do you like the floor show?"</strong><br><br>She giggles and strokes him a little more firmly.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps you'd like to join them later."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 04:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" i must admit, i rather enjoy your company, ma'am. the grace, the control." he half-smiles. Why, the farmboy can sweet-talk occasionally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 07:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel came again, her first orgasm rolling over into her second.&nbsp; Finally sated, she begins licking Marcus clean, purring as her tongue works is way down his throat to his chest, then his belly. Finally, she begans carefully cleaning their shared fluids from his cock and between his legs, her rough tongue working his now soft member with extra special attention.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 08:09:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus groans at the feel of her tongue, slowly sitting up as she moves down his body.&nbsp; His cock twitches as she begins to lick at it, and he can already feel his arousal stirring again.<br><br>It's funny, though.&nbsp; Not that Marcus has a problem with casual sex, but usually he knows the woman's name first.<br><br>He resists the urge to take hold of her head and guide her; she definitely knows what she's doing, and either way there might be consequences.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-04-2006, 20:47:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her Curiousity makes a pleased little noise and nuzzles Job's neck.<br><br><strong>"See?&nbsp; Isn't this fun?&nbsp; Certainly better than sitting around being bored..."</strong><br><br>There is a tentative knock on the door.<br><br><strong>"Come in!"</strong><br><br>It's the bashful little clerk-type Siamese...Four.<br><br>"Uhm...oh, my!"<br><br><strong>"What is it, Four?"</strong><br><br>"We've identified the source of the, er, misjump.&nbsp; Ship's computer has a virus.&nbsp; We think it popped on board at the last possible second."<br><br><strong>"A virus."</strong><br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; And it's hacked into the nav system."<br><br><strong>"Ah.&nbsp; I see.&nbsp; Thank you, Four.&nbsp; Care to join us?"</strong><br><br>Four makes a high pitched squeak of alarm, even as her eyes stray to Job's hard cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 03:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah..." Job's superego battles his id, and is quickly overmatched, as with any man, because the chance to have two women around you always trumps possible life-threatening danger. He flashes a quiet grin towards the siamese, a hand moving back to surreptiously stroke the lady's thigh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 17:01:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Four gives her lips another nervous lick.<br><br>"He looks so big..."<br><br><strong>"I know."</strong>&nbsp; The Qiling gives Job another firm stroke or two.&nbsp; <strong>"Come see what you think."</strong><br><br>With obvious reluctance, Four skirts the two on the floor and approaches, gaze darting from Job to her employer and back again.&nbsp; Finally reaching them, she sinks onto her knees and reaches out to brush his cock with her fingers.<br><br>"Oooo!&nbsp; Warm!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 20:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" heh..." Job smiles a bit, the perfect black skin contrasting heavily against the girl's fingers. " you've got very nice hands, four..." he says, softly running a finger along the Qiling's inner thigh, another hand moving to gently scratch behind Four's ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 01:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel continued what she was doing, glad to see that the human was enjoying himself as much as she was.&nbsp; She could feel him rising to the occasion and she carefully began rubbing his balls with one hand, her other hand supporting her weight.&nbsp; Between her legs the heat of passion began to bloom again, egging her on.&nbsp; Gently, she took more and more of his member between her lips, her tongue working him over expertly.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 01:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The arriving Siamese draws Marcus's gaze momentarily, but he quickly returns his attention to Jezebel, who's making herself quite hard to ignore.<br><br>He gasps quietly as his cock disappears into her mouth, and one hand reaches down to gently caress her cheek.&nbsp; Under her practiced tongue, his member is quickly returning to full hardness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 01:39:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The scent of the other cat catches Jezebel's&nbsp; attention, but she igores it, recognizing it.&nbsp; Right now, she has other more important things to do.&nbsp; Purring so that her lips vibrate as the male's cock slides between them, slowly pulling him in, then withdrawing her head, she fucks him with her mouth, knowing that it won't be long until he comes again.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 01:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus grits his teeth as she begins to purr around him, and his hands dig into the carpet as if it'll help him hold off.<br><br>To his credit, though, he doesn't blow his top just yet.&nbsp; Much as he'd love to spill himself into the tiger-girl's warm mouth, it's not going to look good if he goes off so quickly...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 01:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel smiles, at least in her head she does.&nbsp; The human is doing admirably and... she's feeling more and more amourous by the moment.&nbsp; She lets him slide out of her mouth&nbsp; almost completely, holding the tip of his cock in her mouth, her tongue teasing it while she continues to stroke his wet shaft with one soft palmed hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 02:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes a while, but eventually Jezebel is too much for him.&nbsp; Marcus groans as he finally unloads, a sizeable portion of cum leaping out across her mouth and tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 06:30:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4023.msg166714#msg166714">Quote from: Ajoxer on 16-04-2006, 20:57:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" heh..." Job smiles a bit, the perfect black skin contrasting heavily against the girl's fingers. " you've got very nice hands, four..." he says, softly running a finger along the Qiling's inner thigh, another hand moving to gently scratch behind Four's ear.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With a soft, shy giggle, Four leans forward and teases her tongue around his head.&nbsp; The Qiling laughs in his ear.<br><br><strong>"It's been a while since she's gotten to play with a real, live boy...the poor little kitten's quite deprived.&nbsp; Do you like her?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 13:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job gulps a bit as she licks, looking a tad surprised. " ah... my... she's very lovely... i always did have a fondness for the siamese cats that my cousin had." he smiles, softly stroking his fingers along the back of her ears, the other hand continuing to gently stroke the Qilings thigh, gently straying inwards towards her more... sensitive spots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 17:20:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Four suddenly leans forward and takes him in her mouth, purring softly.&nbsp; The Qiling laughs and tightens her fingers around one of Job's nipples.<br><br><strong>"Oh, my!&nbsp; How bold you've become, my dear little kitten!"</strong><br><br>Nuzzling his neck and sticking her tongue in his ear, she does her best to help the shy spacer adjust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:06:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Ah... I'm rather uncomfortable with that..." he says, softly brushing her hand off, blushing a bit. " Just... A bit of a hangup." He softly strokes Fours head with one hand, smiling softly as she licks, enjoying the vibrations of the purrs. He doesn't seem to mind the tongue in his ear, though...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:15:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"You're shy!&nbsp; That's so cute."</strong><br><br>Four's head bobs a little faster.<br><br><strong>"Now, now, kitten...no fair making him shoot so soon!&nbsp; You want to enjoy him, don't you?</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 18:32:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel laps at his cock, swallowing his load with ease, and then licking him clean.&nbsp; Once down, she pulls him down so that she is face to face with him, and smiles, licking his face clean with a grin.&nbsp; <br><br>"That was quite pleasant...&nbsp; Very nice." she purred.&nbsp; "I think we're going to get along well.&nbsp; I'm called Jezebel.&nbsp; Don't ever call me Jez, not if you value your ball as much as I do."&nbsp; She grinned at that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:26:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" aaaah..." Job sighs, quietly letting his mind keep busy with other things to stave off orgasm in the siamese girl's mouth, breathing smoothly as he strokes the Qiling's thigh, fingers straying towards her slit, his other hand scratching behind the catgirl's ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 21:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus grins as he lets her pull him down, planting a kiss on her in response.<br><br>"Marcus Dunzel.&nbsp; Pleased to meet you."&nbsp; He offers her his hand, counterintuitive as it may seem to be introduced <em>after</em> having sex.&nbsp; "And don't worry, I won't."<br><br>He glances up at the qiling.&nbsp; "Ma'am?&nbsp; Do I seem adequately 'qualified,' or will there be further testing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 04:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Qiling looks up from her nuzzling.<br><br><strong>"Yes, my dear boy, you would seem to be quite qualified.&nbsp; And if multiple partners are no object, I should say that I approve wholeheartedly of Four's recruiting efforts."</strong><br><br>With a musical laugh, she goes back to work, stroking poor Job in counter to Four's eager oral ministrations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 17:59:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" nnn..." Job breathes quietly as the two work on him, quite unused to even one attractive woman at this distance, let alone two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel looked towards the Qiling expectantly.&nbsp; She was good at following orders... especially when they suited her needs so perfectly.&nbsp; Affectionately she reached over and ran one&nbsp; hand over Marcus' chest, delighting in the smoothness of his flesh. Tapping his nipple with one claw, not enough to hurt, she smiled lazily.<br><br>"As do I.&nbsp; Now, if your other skills are as good as your love making, you'll do well, Marcus.&nbsp; Very well."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In response Marcus slides one hand along Jezebel's body, gently outlining her furry curves.<br><br>"I'd like to think so," he chuckles.&nbsp; "And I'm very glad I took this job."&nbsp; He leans over to kiss Jezebel again, one hand tweaking her nipple idly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 19:46:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Four suddenly pulls Job out of her mouth and allows the Qiling to stroke him. The little Siamese sits back on her haunches and undoes her uniform tunic, allowing her surprisingly ample breasts to spring forth.&nbsp; Cupping herself in both hands and teasing her own nipples, she bends lower to flick her tongue across the sensitive underside of his head.<br><br><strong>"Would you like a face-full or a mouth-full, dear?"</strong><br><br>"I don't care...but the others will get jealous if I have to clean up, so...mouth."<br><br><strong>"Excellent!&nbsp; Back to work, my lass."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 22:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Nyah... You're both very, very good at this..." Job, ever the gentleman, helps Four scratch that itch a bit, cupping one of her breasts in his large hands, stroking it gently, his other hand still teasing the Qiling softly, fingers dancing across her crotch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 23:59:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebal chuckled, returning the kiss with some ferver, one hand on his cheek and the other working it's way down his abs.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's got it's perk, that's for sure.&nbsp; And the Siamese..." she nodded over to where the others were busy.&nbsp; "They are something else... I'm sure you'll make the pleasure of their aquintence soon enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 00:25:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus teases her breast lightly with his fingers, his other hand gently caressing Jezebel's body, enjoying the feel of soft fur over toned muscle.&nbsp; He could, he suspects, spend weeks with her and not get bored...but as she so astutely points out, there <em>are</em> other options...<br><br>"Oh, I'll look forward to it."&nbsp; He smirks at her.&nbsp; "You're nothing to sneeze at yourself, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>monkeygirl</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 00:45:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jezebel chuckled at that.&nbsp; "Glad to hear you don't have alergies, lover.&nbsp; That would be such a shame.&nbsp; And don't worry, I plan on reaquainting you with my charms on a regular basis.&nbsp; You're quite a catch, although don't let it go to your head."&nbsp; she growled playfully, dipping her hand between her legs, the storking his cock gently with wet, sticky fingers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 01:05:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus grinned in response.&nbsp; "Depends which head you mean."&nbsp; His cock begins to stiffen again, albeit slowly, as she takes hold of it.<br><br>His hand slides down between her legs in response, gently rubbing at her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 15:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Qiling shifts just enough to let Job's fingers play directly against her wetness.<br><br><strong>"Oooo, getting playful?&nbsp; Good boy!"</strong><br><br>And Four responds to his fondling with even more enthusiastic sucking, even moving to one side to give him better access.&nbsp; Her nipples harden almost immediately under his touch, and she moans softly around him...<br><br><strong>"Remember, come in her mouth.&nbsp; She wants to taste you."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 16:33:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job breathes slowly, running his fingers into the the two, stroking them gently, and they pause for a moment as he comes, filling Four's mouth with his seed, his fingers starting their dancing again, rubbing quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 16:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Good boy!"</strong><br><br>Four sits back on her haunches again and swallows, then licks her chops.<br><br>"Oh, he's yummy!"<br><br><strong>"Wonderful!&nbsp; He's...ahhh...got talented fingers, too."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 18:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah, thank you..." Job continues his soft probing, fingers dancing within the Qiling as they stroke their way in, feeling out the terrain, and sampling Four's ample charms, enjoying the abundance of female flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 20:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Qiling sighs happily.<br><br><strong>"Talented, indeed.&nbsp; Would you like him to touch you, Four?"</strong><br><br>The meek little Siamese nods enthusiastically.<br><br><strong>"Up on the couch with you, then.&nbsp; Leave him between us.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; Play with my little pussycat, there's a dear boy."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 21:35:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job smiles, fingers working their way into the two lovely ladies, clearly adjusting VERY speedily to the situation as his fingers seek out the places that bring the strongest responses from the two girls, hands like solid shadows as they steal in and out of the sweet, warm entrances, a single finger penetrating each, the others softly stroking along the warm petals as he enjoys their bodies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 20:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sudden, sharp yowl, poor Four's back arches and her muscles clench around Job's fingers.<br><br>"EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"<br><br>Then she collapses, leaning her head on his shoulder and whimpering sleepily.&nbsp; This amuses the Qiling greatly, for some reason.<br><br><strong>"Oh...poor little kitten...did the nice man make you come hard enough to lose brain cells.?"</strong><br><br>"Mmm-hmm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 20:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" she's quite sensitive, isn't she?" He smiles as he continues to stroke the two gently, fingers working into the warmth, enjoying the soft whimpers of the siamese on his shoulder, admiring her sweet face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 20:34:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Yes, she is.&nbsp; Very sensitive.&nbsp; Also enthusiastic, imaginative, and usually quite playful."</strong><br><br>The Qiling leans forward and very carefully closes her sharp teeth around Job's nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 20:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" nnnn..." He breathes in, rather surprised, but not unpleasantly, by the situation. His fingers, as a response, pump rather faster into the two, stroking in and out of them quickly, rubbing against the warm, tight flesh, almost tickling the girls softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 21:13:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Flicking her tongue across his flesh, the Qiling reaches down to stroke him again.<br><br><strong>"Are you able, do you think?&nbsp; Or will you need more time?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 21:35:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" you're extremely persuasive, madam..." he becomes hard quite quickly in her hands again, smiling as she strokes, stiff again in moments.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 21:37:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Ah, so you are."</strong><br><br>Without warning, she suddenly swings herself up and over to straddle his lap, lifting her long flowing robe out of the way.<br><br><strong>"Let us see...just how ready you are, hmm?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 22:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, hard underneath her as he gently strokes her hips, willing to let her go at her own pace as his hands travel up along the sides of her robes, feeling out her proportions happily, gently rubbing her in what should be just the right way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 17:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a laugh, the exotic woman eases herself down on him.<br><br><strong>"Ahhhh, yes, much better..."</strong><br><br>Pausing for just a moment to let herself adjust, she moves with teasing slowness.<br><br><strong>"There!&nbsp; Nice and slow..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 23:01:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gently kisses her neck as his hands softly move to disrobe her, gently working along her body, clearly happy to go at a slow pace. " mmmm, the better for pleasing the woman, madam?" He asks, smiling as he gently runs his tongue along her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 23:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Oooo, how very considerate of you..."</strong><br><br>She laughs, slips her arms around his neck, and leans back slightly.<br><br><strong>"I should like to feel your mouth on my nipples, shy one."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 00:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah, that would be a pleasure..." he smiles, softly leaning his head forward to kiss along her breasts, tongue gently stroking along, just teasing around her nipples edge, stroking the aureola in a slowly closing spiral till he closes his lips gently, carefully around a nipple, softly pulling, sucking, stroking it happily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moves a little faster, gasping delightedly.<br><br><strong>"Yesssss...oh, you'll do so wonderfully well!&nbsp; And here I thought you were so innocent..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:08:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" i assure you, i'm just a fast learner." He moves to the other breast, tongue rubbing and stroking it softly, enjoying the flavor as he softly flexes his hips into her, slowly grinding into her as a nice return to her movements.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:11:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Excellent.&nbsp; How's your stamina?"</strong><br><br>She speeds up a little more.&nbsp; A moment later, Four joins in, sucking her other nipple.<br><br><strong>"Ooooo, naughty girl!"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He seems to be nowhere near losing his top yet, grinding in and out of her, softly moving his hands along her sides, working the rest of her clothes off to admire her body as his tongue strokes around in a circle against the sweet nipple, tongue working quietly, and happily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:37:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And then Four gently nudges her way into his personal space, her tongue jousting with his around the Qiling's nipple.<br><br><strong>"Oooo, very, <em>very</em> naughty!&nbsp; Mama spank..."</strong><br><br>The woman's moans change pitch.<br><br><strong>"Aaaahhhhh, yes!&nbsp; Yes...oh yes..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Job, not to be outdone, sees if he can falter the competition a little, his finger moving down to stroke Four's slit again, playing with her gently as his tongue battles with her gently against the Qiling's soft breasts, fingers slowly digging into Four.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:47:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Four squeaks and the Qiling, laughing merrily, grinds down on him as hard as she can.<br><br><strong>"Yes!&nbsp; Touch her!&nbsp; Force her to orgasm again."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 14:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groans as he obliges, fingers stroking inside of Four, working in a circle as he continues his battle over the Qiling's nipple, surprisingly still keeping most of his cool as she grinds against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2006, 17:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Must I order you...ahhh...to come?&nbsp; Or would you prefer servicing the rest...of the crew...at length...before releasing,"</strong> the Qiling laughs as she grinds away on poor Job, clearly enjoying herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>03-05-2006, 22:10:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He breathes deep as she bounces quickly, fingers still working over Four. " aaah... i may be new to this, but I figure that it'd be very impolite to spend myself before i can pleasure my partner fully.." he concentrates, barely staving off the great temptation to release, though if she continues her teasing, he'll be unable to stop himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2006, 22:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"You...ahhh...have <em>my</em> permission...at the very least!"</strong><br><br>She laughs a bit louder and grinds down on him as hard as she can.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>03-05-2006, 22:15:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" NNnnNnGGH!" He groans loudly, throwing his head back, finally releasing himself into her body as his body stiffens up, unfreezing after nearly half a minute, breathing slowly, eyes a tad dazed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2006, 22:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"YES!!!!&nbsp; Ahhhhhh..."</strong><br><br>Her muscles tighten around him quickly, several times, as his climax triggers her own...then another...and another.&nbsp; Finally, the Qiling falls back into Four's arms, gasping for breath.<br><br><strong>"We will definitely have to keep him around, my dear girl!&nbsp; For an innocent, he's worth the trouble of corrupting."</strong><br><br>Four seems to find this very funny.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Time To Shake Some Dust!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ajoxer</strong> on <strong>03-05-2006, 23:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" ah... well, i think i'm going to hell now... eh, it's worth it." he smiles, softly stretching, rubbing the qiling and the siamese' legs gently.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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