Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)
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				Title: <strong>Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>01-11-2016, 09:22:52</strong>
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				The year is 2437, and mankind has taken to the stars.&nbsp; But the galaxy is a big place, and humanity was not alone...<br>A freightliner, outbound from earth, flew through space, stars appearing as bright streaks moving past the thick plasteel portholes.&nbsp; headed straight for the Betelgeuse system to make another delivery just like any other.&nbsp; Inside of it halls an old, rock style song played on restored, vintage style speakers... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yN2n5M-2JbE)<br><br>A tall, roguishly handsome man with auburn hair paced back and forth in front of a battered metallic box with lights inside of it, buzzing ominously.<br>Bounty Hunter. Mercenary.&nbsp; Transportation Specialist.&nbsp; Freight Handler.&nbsp; Wise Ass.&nbsp; Frank Hatch was all of these things and more.&nbsp; But of all of the things he was, the most pressing thing was hungry...<br><br>His heavy, steel shod booth hit the deck plating of his freight liner type starship, a fairly common civilian model C-440.&nbsp; Able to carry a massive amount of cargo, it was the workhorse of the human colonies.&nbsp; Frank always thought the ship looked like an oversized surfboard, with numerous metallic cargo boxes attached to all of its outside surfaces.&nbsp; &nbsp;The stock models were also fairly quick, able to transverse from the outer rim of the galaxy all the way to the center&nbsp; in about 30 standard earth days.<br><br>Frank grunted a little.&nbsp; His ship may appear to be a common transport, but it was heavily modified.&nbsp; Heavier engines, military grade shielding, and Assault class weapons normally found on cruisers.<br>But as we said, of all the things, Frank was more concerned about the hunger stabbing away at his stomach.&nbsp; And of all the modifications he has made to his ship, he was focused on only one.&nbsp; <br><br>A restored 20th century microwave haphazardly welded to the galley wall, currently humming and buzzing as it operated.&nbsp; It was about as obsolete and power hungry as all hell as far as appliances go, but Frank had this thing for restoring vintage tech whenever he could... It just seemed to make the food taste better.<br><br>At least that's what he told himself.&nbsp; His food prep unit had broken mid voyage, leaving him with no way to quickly heat up his food.<br>rotating on its center glass plate, was a frozen bean burrito.&nbsp; Its heavenly scent wafted through the recycled air of the ship, making his hunger only more pronounced.<br>&nbsp;<br>His ship was currently traveling on autopilot, through subspace, a sort of non reality hidden within the fabric of space and time, allowing for faster than light travel.&nbsp; He had maybe a few minutes left before he arrived at Tombaugh station with his load of supplies and goods for the local market.<br><br>&nbsp;BUT HE DIDNT CARE!!!&nbsp; &nbsp;His stomach was empty!<br><br>Frank&nbsp; had simply forgotten to eat, he was in his workshop banging away on something, trying to fix it.&nbsp; So absorbed in his work that his mealtimes got away from him, resulting in his current state<br>Without warning, The microwave he was pacing back and forth in front suddenly lost power, fizzled, and started sparking as its centuries old magnetron overheated...<br>This was more than Frank could handle...&nbsp; His emerald green eyes clenched shut, his powerful hands clenched into fists, and he howled into the air in frustration.&nbsp; &nbsp;The freighter grabbed the derelict microwave oven, and yanked and pulled on it out of sheer fury, trying to pry it from the wall.&nbsp; The ancient device did not budge at all, from the overkill arc welding job done by the freighter a day earlier.<br><br>His ship computer&nbsp; began to bark out current flight status and arrival times, docking gates, and other such unimportant nonsense.&nbsp; Frank ignored it all.<br>Growling and slavering like a wild animal, Frank grabbed a nearby loose steel pipe, and swung it wildly at the contraption, hitting it square in its front panel door.&nbsp; The glass and grating cracked violently and the door fell open and off the microwave.&nbsp; The ravenous Freighter pilot grabbed the precious morsel from the damnable worthless&nbsp; nuker, giving the box one more purposeful, aggravated kick.<br><br>The cargo vessel lurched once, and more voice noises came from the cockpit.&nbsp; Frank could not have cared less.<br>Frank then crouched over his prize, holding the burrito in his hands, gnawing on it like a beast, even though it was still frozen.&nbsp; He just did not care at this point.<br>The man sat there on the metal floor of his craft, happily attempting to chew his hard, frigid snack...<br><br>A few seconds later he felt the pressure doors open, and a blast of hot, humid air smelling of salt washed over him.&nbsp; He ignored it all, still making a futile effort to ingest the still frozen burrito.&nbsp; At best he managed to put a few dents in it with his molars.<br><br>Boots could be heard coming towards him, He glowered at the blurry figure in the light, his eyes used to dim artificial lighting and dark from being in space for a week.<br><br>Frank growled low deep in his chest, a warning to those approaching him.&nbsp; He sounded&nbsp; like a hungry wolf about to pounce, protectively shielding his burrito from this would be thief wearing faded denim coveralls and carrying a tablet-clipboard computer.&nbsp; He had two hungry looking bastards with him to.<br>The reached out to him making voice noises with their mouths.&nbsp; His hair and eyes were wild, no, they would not have his prey!!!<br><br>Frank bellowed once like a Gorilla, and Beat his chest.&nbsp; He roared and dashed past the trio of receiving personnel,&nbsp; slamming the fat one into the wall.&nbsp; He ran down the gangplank and out of the ship, and into the sprawling outdoor marketplace.&nbsp; He had to hide and he had to eat, at any cost.&nbsp; Various people of all races scrambled to get out of his way as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him...<br><br>...Until he made it to the food court.<br>At that point all hell broke loose.&nbsp; His still frigid burrito fell away from his trembling hands, instantly forgotten as many delicious smells assaulted his senses.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thick slabs of roast meats, fat wheels of dairy cheese, fruits and vegetables from all corners of the world,&nbsp; and fresh caught fish from the nearby oceans...&nbsp; His eye twitched.&nbsp; He dove into the frozen fish stand, knocking it over, gripping something that looked like a cross between a huge catfish and an alligator gar.&nbsp; He did not care that it was raw, Frank just tore huge bites of raw fish flesh and swallowed it, not bothering to chew it.<br><br>The stall proprietor made an attempt to stop him, but froze in his tracks as Frank's eyes met his...<br><br>Cold, uncaring, unfeeling.&nbsp; He was no longer a man, but a ravenous animal bent on satisfying its inhuman hunger...&nbsp; For at least another ten seconds.<br>Recognition flooded into Franks eyes, and the muscles around them relaxed...&nbsp; He then realized where he was.<br><br>It was somewhat quiet as everyone stared at him, crouching among the ruins of a fish stand, standing in a puddle of half melted ice.&nbsp; Frank kept chewing, albeit quite slowly...<br>The Freight pilot quickly grabbed a nearby basket and stuffed five more of the fish into it, and stood up slowly, still chewing the raw Tungar meat.&nbsp; Surprisingly these ugly bastards were quite good raw he thought, like an oversized sardine...&nbsp; He fished around in his purse and withdrew several pressed silver coins.&nbsp; Then them put them on the table in front of the startled fishmonger.<br>"That's right people!&nbsp; That's how good this guy's fish are!"&nbsp; He said jovially, trying to fake a smile on his handsome face...&nbsp; And that was when he realized he wasn't wearing any pants...&nbsp; He was stripped down to his boots and his skivvies.&nbsp; About halfway into the trip his cabin atmospheric conditioner had fried itself, and it grew unbearably hot in the ship...<br><br>Frank&nbsp; pretended to pay his state of undress&nbsp; no mind.&nbsp; many of the extra terrestrial races present here did not wear clothing at all...&nbsp; He simply hoisted the heavy basket of Tungar up to one shoulder, and turned to return back to his ship...&nbsp; and that's when his eyes met hers...&nbsp; Beautiful pools of molten emeralds looked back at him...&nbsp; Her body was absolutely gorgeous in its shape, Tall and curvy, with...&nbsp; Wait what?&nbsp; &nbsp;Frank&nbsp; blinked once to make certain he wasn't still delirious...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>02-11-2016, 07:04:46</strong>
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				Coming to in a fuzzy state, not knowing what is going on is never a good feeling, and that blurred around the edges feel is only made worse by the things she starts to notice around her. <br><br>And to think that today had started off so normal, one quick trip to some out of the way weigh station so that the fancy pants man child she was assigned to guard for could pick up who knows what. Maybe that was where she messed up, she should have asked a few more questions, but really she hadn’t cared. She was a trained warrior proficient in hand to hand combat and weaponry, a top of the class tactician; she should be heading up the priority missions, or at least guarding more elite clientele. But no, she had mouthed off one too many times to the boss and ended up with babysitting duty to a spoiled rich brat. One who apparently had a drug problem…<br><br>So one botched pick up from a stash house later because taking your body guard to pick up the drugs she knows nothing about, and thus reacts defensively when the drug dealers start pulling guns on the chick that looks like a cop could only go well right? …yeah…right… And now said chick finds herself in chains, drugged by some mighty powerful stuff, one gunshot to the leg, a gash to the head, a bandage on her arm…<em>hmmmm…have to figure that out later</em>, oh and one less man child. <br><br><em>Ooops….&nbsp; And this is why you shouldn’t mislead your bodyguards boys and girls.</em><br><br>Keeping her head down and ears open, not wanting to let her captors know she was coming around, and very interested to know where she was being dragged to, and I do mean dragged. <em>Geeze! Are manners really that far out of date?!&nbsp; Gah!</em> But back to the matter at hand, these jerks were talking about how much they could get…FOR HER!!! They were planning to sell her, but apparently not before having their own fun with her! No way was she sticking around for that! Taking stock of her weapons, yeah zero, imagine that, and her surroundings trying to find an opportunity to escape the clutches of these despicable creatures. <br><br>Looking up but for a moment she locked eyes with a beautifully built man, lean muscled, strong jaw and the most absurdly colored hair she had ever seen, but it was his eyes that caught her. His eyes that spoke a thousand words and held a depth she had never seen before. Flicking her long snake like tongue out to get his scent, she smiled. <em>I’ll be seeing you later</em>, she thought. Turning away from him and back to the task at hand, finding something that she could use as a weapon to help break free. <br><br>Spying a table displaying an impressive arrangement of what she assumed was mostly meats; she spotted…something with a sharp barbed tail.<em> That’ll do</em>. Playing up the part of the drugged female a little more than was her current reality, she pulled from their arms and stumbled into the table and grabbed it quickly pulling the barbed end off. Quickly hiding her treasure under the stupid heavy bulky robe they had her in and was ready for phase two in her escape plan.<br><br>&nbsp;The two men that had been unfortunate enough to be her captors today obviously knew very little about her race. As a very rare breed of lizard hybrid her healing rates were off the charts, and in their short walk through town she had worked the drugs out of her system, well mostly anyway;&nbsp; enough to handle these two buffoons at any rate.<br><br>Whipping around with, not quite so lighting fast reflexes, <em>ugh still blurry</em>, she swooped low taking one out at the knees and coming up to slit the other from one rib to the other by way of his extended stomach; making sure to then cut the throat of the other still lying on the ground. Who knows how many others this little adventure ended up saving in the long run.&nbsp; So all in all, job well done, lives saved, well except for the man child…<br><br>Walking in the direction of the man meat she noticed earlier and taking stock of her injuries she remembered the bandage. The bullet wound in her leg was clotting and would be better in a few days, the gash in her head would be nothing more than a headache tomorrow, but this bandage had her worried.<br><br>Slipping in to an alley she stripped the material away revealing a healing cut and it felt like something was inside of it. Probing her arm gently she found it. Wiping the tail she still held clutched in her hand on the, not so stupid, robe; she then cut a small incision in her arm along the same cut line as before. She pulled out a piece of glass the size and shape of a small pill with little metal pieces inside. A tracker. Immediately dropping it into the streets pothole, she listened to it hit the water,<em> having heightened senses rocked</em>, knowing that if someone did come after her they would likely be chasing waste.<br><br>Quickly moving through the streets again and after the scent of that man; her tongue flicking out occasionally to make sure she was on the right path. Few could boast better tracking skills than she, finding this man would be nothing. <br><br>Soon coming up on an unimpressive cargo ship, his scent was strong here. She had found her interesting man and her ticket out of this horrid place. <em>Score! </em><br>Sneaking onto the ship during loading was an easy enough task; she slipped into the cargo bay and found a dark hiding spot behind some huge crates. She needed a plan and to tend to her wounds, biding her time quietly…at least until the ship had launched and was far enough away that he couldn’t just kick her back out at that wretched place.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>05-11-2016, 04:05:02</strong>
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				Frank's eyes widened a little, he saw a glimpse of a gorgeous feminine body, only to see that her skin was green...&nbsp; Granted that wasn't the issue, as all women were the same color when the lights were off...<br><br>No... It was her Face, A slight snout to her mouth and nose but still feminine and attractive...&nbsp; It was her eyes.&nbsp; Deep, pleading, begging him for something, for that moment he was lost to them... And then her tongue flicked out at him, thick and sinuous.&nbsp; That was a little disturbing and unexpected...<br><br>He began entertaining a few thought of drinking something highly alcoholic, in mass quantities, mustering up some liquid courage to go talk to her, and relax his inhibitions concerning her snout and tongue...&nbsp; It had been a while since he had been with a woman anyway...&nbsp; He knew those of her rare reptilian race were prized for their physical prowess and stamina...<br><br>Only to see her pushed on&nbsp; by two burly looking types wearing cop uniforms...&nbsp; &nbsp;"Damn" he muttered to himself...&nbsp; <br><br>He was in enough trouble with the draconian transit authority bastards already.&nbsp; <br>Once for having an expired transit license, and once again for having vented too much excess engine plasma into the atmosphere...&nbsp; Some bullshit about "Greenhouse Gasses and Global warming..."&nbsp; Was little more than an excuse invented by politicians to levy fines and taxes to grab more cash to line their pockets...<br>He wanted to help her...&nbsp; Frank grumbled a little about how many a story started by a man and his inability to resist a woman...<br>The Transport pilot shook his head, and put it out of his mind.&nbsp; He silently wished the Green Skinned girl well, and went back about his business.<br><br>He walked up the gangplank of his ship and through his cargo bay, ignoring the inspectors with their clipboards and their annoying looks.&nbsp; He stashed his generous load of fresh Tungar into his sizable walk-in freezer, (The one reliable piece of machinery that always worked without fail,)&nbsp; and quickly pulled on a pair of dark blue coveralls that hugged his form loosely, but fit him well.<br>Frank brushed the hair from his eyes, and came back to the inspectors with his own datapad, and began listing off his order to the load handlers as if nothing happened.&nbsp; They seemed to understand but quickly got to work unloading his dark red aluminum crates, and replacing them with similar sized but different designed gold and green crates.&nbsp; <br><br>He didnt pay attention to the loaders, only the number of credits in his account for the run.<br>Frank eyed the balance sheet.&nbsp; He had spent 300,000 Narakemph back on Volen to load his ship, and everything sold for 750,000 Narakemph here, netting him 450k, Minus the fuel expenses and replacement parts for his jumpdrive, it ended up around 320k profit.&nbsp; He had doubled his money, not a bad haul for a milk run.<br><br>This cargo would be a little more risky...&nbsp; It would cost him 500,000 Narakemph, but would sell for around 2 million back on Volen.&nbsp; The problem was the cargo itself, medicine, equipment,&nbsp; and medical supplies for the hospitals&nbsp; there.&nbsp; The problem was that this cargo would be in demand.&nbsp; Lots of pirates, terrorists, and mercenaries would possibly try to waylay him.<br>Frank just smiled at the prospect...&nbsp; His craft didnt look like much, but he had a few surprises in store for anyone who was too ambitious for his own good.<br><br>The Freighter pilot then shook a few hands, patted a few backs,&nbsp; and wished them well as his cargo bay doors closed...<br>refueling and takeoff&nbsp; was fairly routine... Only he noticed how cheap fuel was here.&nbsp; As such he ordered an extra ton of it.&nbsp; The port authority was all too happy to oblige.<br><br>About an hour into the week long trip back to Volen, he had decided to jog a few laps around his cargo bay, just to get the blood flowing...&nbsp; <br>Frank had wanted to stay a day on the surface and get out of the all encompassing metal hull of his ship...&nbsp; But two million...&nbsp; He could afford to go another week.&nbsp; He had plenty of Tungar and spices to fix them up any way he wanted.<br><br>The Pilot stretched as he walked around the tightly secured yellow green crates of medical supplies...&nbsp; But something made him pause...&nbsp; Something with a small but bright, greenish blue glow to it. <br><br>He approached it, and it was a drop of liquid...&nbsp; Like someone had broken open a lightstick...&nbsp; There was a trail of it, leading around behind one of the crates...&nbsp; Possibly a medicine vial that had been broken and was leaking?&nbsp; <br>Frank grumbled and followed the trail, making a mental note to cuss out his suppliers when he came back this way...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>05-11-2016, 06:02:22</strong>
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				Hearing footsteps growing increasingly closer and the angry mutterings of, flicking her tongue out to scent… him. The man from the market, with clothes on this time and hair at least a little more kept so that he doesn’t look quite the mad man from before. He was looking at the ground like he was following a bread crumb trail of what looked like green glowing spots. <em>Damn!</em> She muttered, looking down at her leg. In the rush to find him and hide in his craft she had forgotten about her leg wound. The blood flow has slowed, but not before, unbeknownst to her, leaving a trail right to her perfect hiding spot. <br><br>Of all of the wonderful things about her race, traits and skills that made them powerful and mighty warriors; one downside was that damnable neon green glowing blood. Yes, it allowed for a rapid healing rate, but when outside of the body it always seemed to point enemy’s right to them. <em>Who made the laws on how creatures are made anyway?! Surely they could have thought this out a little better instead of giving such a disadvantage.</em><br><br>Scooting further back, trying to get away without making too much noise, or at the very least get in a position to take advantage of his distraction, she got to her feet slowly. She might be able to grab him and force a truce if she could get to him first, hopefully without him shooting her. With his slightly baggy coverings it was impossible to see if he even had a gun on him. <br><br>Easing up closer to the edge of the row of crates she was next to, she peaked around the side to see him still making his way down the long line of cargo. The tail of the creature still clasped tightly in her hand, her stance strong and ready. She listens, tasting the air for his scent again; the spicy musk all too alluring and the faint smell of…fish? <br><br>The steps grow closer still, until she can hear his breaths and finally make out some of his angry mutterings.&nbsp; He passes her, unseeing her motionless form and stops, losing her trail. She quickly steps up behind him, grabbing a wrist to twist back and up behind him, and putting her creative weapon to his throat. <br><br><em>I do not wish to harm you</em>; she tells him in a low and firm voice,<em> I simply need safe passage and medical supplies if you have it. You saw me in the market, I had to escape, but there is no reason why this cannot be a peaceful trip.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>05-11-2016, 08:10:10</strong>
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				Frank was still somewhat drowsy, his plan to jog ten times around the cavernous cargo bay and then go to sleep, as his autopilot sped its way back to Vorlan...<br><br>He did not see or hear her until it was too late...&nbsp; She was quick, far faster than any human woman, and her strength, easily five times that of a man...<br><br>Before he knew what had happened he was Firmly pressed into one of the metallic cargo containers, feeling the cold metal press into his cheek.&nbsp; More noticeable however was the sharp pain reeling up from his left elbow as his assailant held him in a joint lock...<br><br><br>No.&nbsp; This was his ship.&nbsp; She was an invader, and she was attacking him, he wanted to spin around and knock her in her pretty little face...&nbsp; But her grip was like iron...&nbsp; But she was injured, maybie he could take her...&nbsp; If he could fight her it would be a hell of a battle...<br><br>His mind raced as to what to do...&nbsp; &nbsp;She had him and he was powerless, if only he wasn't so damn exhausted...&nbsp; No, If she wanted him dead he likely would be at this point...&nbsp; What to do, what to do...<br><br>Frank heard her words, low and even, and he relaxed a little in her grip...&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a fair enough request...&nbsp; If she was a wanted criminal it might be a problem, but he could remove all traces of her from the ship if need be...<br><br><br>"Yeah... I remember you..."&nbsp; He grunted painfully... "This was not at all how I pictured our first meeting...&nbsp; Is this how you talk to all the boys?"&nbsp; he said, still trying to be humorous despite his predicament...<br><br>"Ease up on the arm for me dear...&nbsp; Its just us and the autopilot system here... I have medical supplies in the medbay, I dont know if they will help you, I am unfamiliar with... Well, whatever you are...&nbsp; &nbsp;And perhaps you could elaborate a little on who you are, and what your situation is?"<br><br>He waited patiently, still pressed to the metal box...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>05-11-2016, 23:37:54</strong>
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				Letting her grip on him loosen slightly still unsure if she could trust this man, he didn’t exactly seem to be of sound mind, but what choice did she have. <br><br>Stepping back slowly, never letting go of her tail made blade, she watches him closely as he turns to her. <em>“I am Elisandra of the Synapsid people. I was drugged and kidnapped after the male I was assigned to guard got himself killed after letting his addictions overcome good sense and reason.” </em>She growled, still angry at the entire situation. <em>“I was injured, and while my lineage, gives me the ability to heal quickly and regenerate to some extent, I still need to clean and bandage my wounds. While most of your medicines would have little effect on me an astringent, needle and thread and gauze would be greatly appreciated.”</em><br><br>He cocked his head, looking at her strangely. She watched his eyes traveling over her body with a questioning, but slightly appreciative look. Sighing to herself,<em> “The Synapsid people are a combined race of both lizard and snake traits while still harboring humanoid features. Our snake like traits give the abilities of heightened sensory perception, the ability to taste certain chemicals &amp; pheromones on the air and certain heat sensory traits.” </em>Flicking her tongue out in explanation; raising brow at the sweet taste of his arousal lightly flitting through the air. <em>“These genes also lend us our toxins which can be delivered through both bite and claw”</em> Letting her sharp fangs descend, barring them to him while flexing her razor like talons&nbsp; out, clicking them menacingly. Enjoying the slight widening of his eyes, the dilation of the pupils. Good, he should be worried, she thought, laughing slightly to herself. Letting both retract back she then explained, <em>“The lizard traits however give to my regenerative abilities and more rapid healing rates, but it is by no means instant; thus the need for medical supplies.”</em> Showing him again the gunshot wound on her leg and motioning to the gouge on her forehead and arm.<br><br><em>"Will you allow me to stay on board with you, at least until your next stop?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 00:14:05</strong>
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				Frank slowly turned around and backed away from her as she released her grip...<br><br>His head was swimming...&nbsp; If he was able to track her here, then it was possible she could have left a blood trail through the docks to where his ship had been berthed.&nbsp; Anyone looking for her could question the harbor master and get Franks name and ship registration...&nbsp; &nbsp;Was she a wanted criminal? Was she dangerous? Was she lying to him?<br><br>Frank's mind was running at ninety to nothing, going through every possible scenario he could imagine...&nbsp; She was being rather accommodating, she was not forcing him to take her anywhere, even though she easily could given the current situation...&nbsp; She was hurt, and was asking for help...&nbsp; Her eyes glowed slightly, a deep blue color that was quite entrancing.&nbsp; They looked desperate, pleading even...&nbsp; Frank swore under his breath...<br><br>The freighter captain took a moment appraise her up close.&nbsp; <br><br>She was quite tall, about an inch taller than he was.&nbsp; Her body was mostly covered by a thick, heavy black robe, stained with her bright, blue green glowing blood.&nbsp; The leg that she offered him was covered in green skin, with isolated emerald like scales at her knees.&nbsp; It was also, quite shapely, despite the nasty bullet-wound on the outside of her thigh...<br><br>Elisandra's&nbsp; wound was not serious, but needed to be tended to. Something about her made him just "know" that she could be trusted. Something he just couldn't explain...<br>"Alright..." he murmured...&nbsp; "I can help you tend that, but going to our next stop might not be the best idea...&nbsp; I will need to know just exactly who captured you...&nbsp; You may have left a blood trail to where my ship was parked, and while they won't be able to catch us, they can get our route, and notify any allies they may have on Volen to be waiting and ready for us..."<br><br>2 million fucking credits, down the damn drain...&nbsp; Perhaps he could hide her onboard somewhere?&nbsp; No, if law enforcement was involved they would impound his vessel for weeks, and tear it apart looking for her..&nbsp; Damn the luck.&nbsp; Perhaps he&nbsp; could drop her off on a midway&nbsp; stop...&nbsp; But that would lessen his profits...<br>the cargo was his, he could take it anywhere and sell it to anyone he wanted,&nbsp; Volen wasn't really hurting for medical supplies...&nbsp; Maybe another destination would pay more...<br>He decided Volen was just not a good idea.&nbsp; Too risky in the event she was a wanted felon...<br><br>Regardless, the matter at hand.&nbsp; She was hurt and asked for his help.&nbsp; Frank led her through the ship, nervously eyeing her improvised weapon of a Scorpio Sting proboscis...<br>&nbsp;He went to a cramped closet and withdrew a long hinged battered black composite box that looked akin to a 20th century rifle case.&nbsp; Emblazoned on its side was a large red cross marking....<br><br>Frank placed it on the floor and flipped it open...&nbsp; It was loaded with all manner of bandages,&nbsp; medicines, and various creams and salves...<br><br>He grabbed a few gauze pads, and doused them with something from one of the many vials, he then went to work, doctoring her leg as best as he was able...&nbsp; The chemicals fizzed when contacting her wounded flesh, which was expected, perhaps her physiology was similar enough that this would work.<br>"Elaborate on what you just told me...&nbsp; Who was your charge, and who had captured you..."&nbsp; He murmured to her as he worked, cleaning her wound out with sterile chemicals, and wiping away her glowing blood with the cloths.&nbsp; He did not pack her wound, as was normal for everyone else. She spoke of accelerated healing, and a gauze packing could just be grown through and be unsightly...<br>He pressed a few pads to the open wound, and wrapped bandages around her thigh tightly, squeezing it closed.<br><br>"Alright..." Frank murmured...&nbsp; "Lets have a look at your forhead..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 06:36:52</strong>
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				Holding out her arm for him to see, “This needs to be stitched up first”, the gash in her arm from where she had cut out the tracker was still bleeding, seeping the colorful glowing blood. She thought about what to tell him while he began to clean and stitch the wound. He was proficient and attentive, taking care to not hurt her as much as one could. None of this was his fault though and she did need his help, she had no other options. Should she try to go back to work they would only send her packing with a few choice words about her rash and careless behavior, not that they would be wrong but still, she thought to herself, still watching him.<br><br>Deciding to go with the truth, she told him about the argument she had with her boss that lead to the shit duty that was guarding the now deceased spoiled brat of a man child. Even in death she hated him. She detailed out what happened when they had gone to get the brats drugs, and the disastrous shoot out that had followed. All of which had inevitably ended with one gunshot to the thigh, one tracker in the arm, a nasty gauge to her head and a tranquilizer shot that had put her out and in the clutches of the two disgusting jerks planning to sell her off to who knew where or to whom after their own planned fun time. The thought of it all still pissed her off.<br><br>Elisandra had no desire to hurt the man, and really after watching him so carefully clean and doctor her wounds, which she had not expected but would not turn down especially after feeling how good his hands did grazing over her skin with such precision and devotion, she did however feel other desires for him beginning to unfurl deep inside of her. <br><br>He stood to begin caring for her head wound, cleaning it just as carefully as the others. She watched his face and the emotions so clearly crossing over them, frustration, worry and absolute concentration on the task at hand. Looking into the eyes that had so entranced her in the market place; they were a pale green with flecks of shades of grey.<br><br>And then their eyes locked, him meeting her gaze full on, her tongue flicked out to wet her lips just before biting her bottom lip. She wondered what it would be like to have a man pay such close attention to her in other ways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 08:26:30</strong>
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				The Mercenary Transport Captain listened to her as she spoke, cleaning her up as she did.<br>Frank was more than just a little angry with her...&nbsp; "Of all the ships in this port, of all the methods to escape, you just had to pick this rust bucket... " He grunted...<br><br>Regardless, he had a beautiful...&nbsp; well... Creature...&nbsp; here in front of him, and she was frightened, injured, and vulnerable.&nbsp; This spoke to his inner male caveman need to shelter, to protect... <br>He went to work without a second though, moving to her arm as she suggested.&nbsp; Sure enough it was a deep wound.&nbsp; A normal human might heal from it in say two weeks, her race, maybe 3 or 4 days.<br>Not life threatening but it was deeper blue around its edges, turning to black...&nbsp; He noticed how the reptillian maiden winced a little when he touched it...&nbsp; Likely her equivalent of red, puffy, inflamed flesh of humans...&nbsp; It would need to be cleaned and sterilized just as her leg.<br><br>Frank allowed her to continue speaking of her predicament.&nbsp; Her story was believable enough...&nbsp; She had no real reason to lie to him, powerful as she was Eliisandra could overpower him and take the ship for herself...&nbsp; She was awfully friendly...&nbsp; Then he remembered his cargo...&nbsp; hmm...<br><br>Could she be a plant by pirates?&nbsp; Perhaps it was all staged...&nbsp; Get a pretty girl aboard his vessel, make her look wounded and desperate so he wouldn't toss her out of an airlock...<br>Then, when they decided to attack, she could disable his ship somehow, turning off the shields and damaging his engine.<br><br>Frank just clenched his teeth but made no outward show of concern...&nbsp; He went to work binding her wounds, ensuring that they were clean and properly dressed...<br><br>His eyes met hers up close...&nbsp; They were deep, and expressive, an enchanting green...&nbsp; Damn these would be pirates were GOOD...<br>Frank WANTED to trust her...&nbsp; But he had learned too many damn times that a pretty face will get you into trouble faster than anything else...<br><br>He smiled, Gently undressing her, seductively and slow, until she was wearing little more than her loincloth and skimpy bra...<br><br>Elissandra's body was quite gorgeous...&nbsp; He ran his hands over her flesh, making a show to check her for more injuries...&nbsp; Frank was very thorough, and quite gentle, his fingertips deftly exploring every nook and cranny... No hidden weapons... Good.<br><br>His lips were just a mere hair away from hers.&nbsp; It looked almost as if he was about to kiss her, but instead, he whispered "You must be quite tired after your ordeal, perhaps you would appreciate a warm bed to rest in, as I prepare something for you to eat..."<br><br>Frank led the attractive Synap down the metal shod hallway to what he called his "Geustroom", with a sink, a lavatory, and a small, single bed.&nbsp; He put her upon it, draping a rich, soft, red blanket over her.<br><br>Frank stood up to leave, and turned around to face her just outside the doorway.<br>He hit a wall mounted button.&nbsp; Energized metal bars shot up from the floor and ceiling, interlocking just at waist level...&nbsp; He had tricked her.&nbsp; This "Geustroom" was actually a brig!<br><br>"My apologies M'Lady,"&nbsp; He murmured to her seductively...&nbsp; "But I'm afraid the last time a gorgeous woman sowed away on my ship, she betrayed me halfway through, and I was boarded by her friends...&nbsp; I'm sure you understand...&nbsp; Once we get to the next Fuel Stop tomorrow, You will be free to leave, but not before.&nbsp; Dinner will be in an hour."&nbsp; And with that, he headed back to the kitchen, humming a soft tune of victory.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 02:40:19</strong>
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				Sighing to herself at his harshly spoken words, but knowing that she had in fact put him in danger, even though she hadn’t had much choice.&nbsp; Watching him finish up her bandages, attending to her needs even through the frustration clearly painted across his face, noticing his attention to detail of the care for a woman who was causing him so many problems. She vowed then to prove herself to him…once she was healed and capable of doing so at any rate. <br><br>When he finished, he professed a need to check the rest of her for injury in case any were missed. She agreed even though she was quite sure that the rest of her was well enough that it did not need tending, but once he started undressing her with the same great care that he took in that of her wounds she couldn’t seem to make herself stop him. He removed the heavy and now filthy robe that her would be kidnappers covered her in attempt to conceal her injury’s and chains from the crowd. Leaving her in her normal work attire or what was left of it rather after the tears and holes left from the fight.<br><br>She looked down at herself, taking note that it would all have to be trashed. What little bit that wasn’t torn or covered in glowing green blood had dirt and a black smelly goo that she didn’t want to think on. But he looked at her now like she was the most beautiful being to ever walk any earth. Her midriff baring halter top came off first, his arms wrapping behind her to untie it. His skin so close she could almost taste it. The belt on her low-rise utility pants was quickly discarded, dropping to the floor with a hard thud. His fingers slipping into the front of her pants to undo the buttons and slide them slowly off of her legs, letting them fall to the floor. His hands tracing over every inch of skin, claiming to check her to make sure she really was okay, and that her pants didn’t scrape over the bandages on her leg along the way. He left no part of her untouched, and she burned even hotter at the passion he was unknowingly building inside of her.<br><br>She was down to just her underthings that barely covered anything, holding her breath anxiously awaiting his next move. His lips a mere hairsbreadth away, she was sure he would kiss her, claim her lips like the fire in his eyes so surely told, and give her everything that she was quickly beginning to crave from this man. He then whispered the words that she would later be cursing; offering a place to sleep when she so clearly wanted more. <br><br>He led her to a room with the essential accommodations, and then before she knew what happened, he locked her inside! She spun on him, advancing on the bars covering the entrance to the room. She snarled at his placating words, and considered taking back her vow to prove herself valuable to him. <em>Why should she care what he thought, when he only locked her in this prison?!</em> She thought angrily to herself. Still growling at his retreating back as he walked away, humming a happy tone as if not a care in the world. While she was here locked in a room wounded, filthy, tired and hungry. <em>Just her luck</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>14-11-2016, 05:11:06</strong>
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				Frank came back about half an hour later, holding a clean but battered metallic lunch tray, full of grilled and perfectly seasoned Tungar meat.&nbsp; It was garnished with cut vegetables, resembling green carrots and cobalt blue peas...&nbsp; A likewise battered mug was frosted over, filled with chilled water.<br>The freighter captain grimaced when he noticed she was just sitting on the floor, sullen, aggravated, and betrayed.&nbsp; He felt just a little shitty, but precautions needed to be taken...&nbsp; She was a stowaway and her intentions were just not known as yet.<br><br>"Listen..."&nbsp; he murmured to her "...That sink has hot and cold water, and there is liquid soap and clean towels in the cabinet behind you.&nbsp; "<br>He didn't really expect her to be happy with him.&nbsp; He bent down, and a gap just wide enough to accommodate the tray and mug appeared. he slid the food loaded piece of metal under the bars, and then came back down and locked in place with a loud, metallic clunk.<br>Frank stood up and turned around.&nbsp; It was quite possible she was just desperate to get away from whatever asshole had mistreated her back planetside...&nbsp; Alas...<br><br>He began to walk back to the bridge, when the ship suddenly lurched...&nbsp; The lighting flickered once, and then came back on full force.&nbsp; Frank did not wait for the alarm to sound, he simply ran straight for his captains chair.<br>His eyes scanned the instruments before him.&nbsp; The ships sensors showed four smaller ships pursuing him...&nbsp; Older patrol craft without proper IFF, likely raiders and pirates.&nbsp; &nbsp;His aft energy shield was showing wear from multiple hits, but was regenerating quite fast due to his little upgrades...<br><br>The com channel was likewise going haywire... Multiple "requests" to power down, surrender, and prepare to be boarded...<br>"Uh no..."&nbsp; &nbsp;Frank said, gritting his teeth... "...More like fuck you and surprise."&nbsp; His fingers quickly input a few codes into the keyboard before him, and then he slammed his fist into a big red button to his left.<br>His ship dropped out of warp space, and he grinned as he saw his upgraded reactor's power being diverted to his shielding and weapon systems...&nbsp; All of the bar graphs were filling up quickly.<br><br>A few more blasts from the ships declared their hostile intentions...<br>Frank shook his head and grunted.&nbsp; His ship had 3 rapid fire plasma turrets, but only two of which were functioning...&nbsp; Automated The port side turret was offline.&nbsp; This created a massive blind spot that the pirates would be able to exploit.&nbsp; &nbsp;One of the ships was already down, mowed over by the white hot blasts of military grade plasma...&nbsp; The other three however were able to dodge and <br>weave...&nbsp; after a few seconds the realized the problem with the left cannon, and moved out of the other two's firing arc.<br>frank rolled the ship, attempting to get the enemies into his remaining weapons firing arcs, but to no avail...&nbsp; His impressive military grade shielding was holding, but it wouldn't last forever.&nbsp; The pirates kept hammering at it...<br><br>The weapon still had power according to his displays.&nbsp; He could run to it and operate it manually, but then no one would be here to pilot the ship...&nbsp; &nbsp;His internal hatches were still working, made to close off parts of the ship in case of a hull breach.&nbsp; His fingers once again quickly input comands into the keyboards before him.&nbsp; All areas of the ship were closed off and secure, save for a pathway from the brig, to the portside cannon...<br><br>"Damn..."&nbsp; he yelled at his control panel.&nbsp; He shook his head and spat at the steel deck plating at his feet.&nbsp; He keyed the intercom of the ship, and its halls were suddenly filled with his husky voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Alright Liz...."&nbsp; he said gruffly, "... Here is the deal, we are being attacked, and there is a problem with the port side turret.&nbsp; You can use it manually and shoot at the bastards, or they can kill us both..."<br><br>That said, Frank again rolled the old freighter as quickly as he was able, and the gravity plating combined with the inertial dampening fields kept everything&nbsp; that wasn't nailed from flying every which way....<br>&nbsp;Regardless of how he maneuvered,&nbsp; the smaller, faster ships were able to keep within the blind spot to his left...&nbsp; He swore again...&nbsp; &nbsp;"Hurry up dear, we wont last much longer at this rate!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>15-11-2016, 04:00:13</strong>
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				Elisandra felt the ship quake with a crash, the food she was reaching for scattered all over the floor. <em>“Figures”</em> she muttered angrily, <em>“Just what have we gotten ourselves into now?” </em>surely the few men that had captured her hadn’t caught up to them already…<em>right</em>? <br><br>Regardless of who was behind the guns firing at them they were being attacked and she was stuck helpless in this room all thanks to the too careful captain. Had she wanted to take over the ship and hurt him she could have easily, but she chose not to stupidly favoring the handsome captain. <em>That’s what I get for thinking with the wrong part of my anatomy</em>, silently cursing the mating time that was only a week away, and the most likely the cause for her terrible judgment in men…<em>yeah that makes sense enough, I can go with that</em>, she thought almost sadly to herself. <br><br>She didn’t know much about this ship, but if he didn’t hurry up and do something then they wouldn’t have to worry about the men that may or may not be coming for her. <br><br>Another blast hit the ship jarring her into the wall with a thud when her room’s door opened and she heard the freighter captain’s voice come over the speaker system. <em>“Alright Liz</em>” he said…<em>Liz?! Ugggh…whatever.</em> She listened to his deal to help and readily jumped on it, easily deciding that today was not the day she wanted to die and considering the bad guys were currently firing at the ship she was on, then she had no problem with helping the guy out….<em>Even if he had been a bit of a jerk to her</em>.<br><br>She stumbled down the hallway figuring that since there was only one way left open that must be the right direction. Turning into the only opened door as she heard him rush her over the speakers again, earning him a snarkyily mimicked echo in response.<br><br>Irritated at him though she may be she valued her life more than her pride, so she slipped into the seat taking aim at her first target and firing in quick succession. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>15-11-2016, 09:12:12</strong>
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				Frank swore again as he tried to boost power to the fat assed freight hauler's maneuvering thrusters, trying desperately to make the huge freighter more agile, but it was a futile effort.&nbsp; No matter how he piloted the ship, the bastard pirates stayed glued to his turrets blind spot, hammering away at his shields there.<br>If he got out of this, Frank swore was selling this clumsy piece of rusted shit and getting something smaller, more maneuverable, and for gods sake a hell of a lot faster.'<br><br>22% shields left on his port side.&nbsp; It was not looking good.&nbsp; The Lizard girl was not in the turret yet...<br>For a second he thought that the lizard girl had actually been a plant, meant to disable his ship, making it so the pirates could get his cargo and then last his ship to pieces.&nbsp; His mind went dark, and he contemplated venting the inner corridors of the ship to space...&nbsp; The lizard bitch would either suffocate or be ejected out into space...&nbsp; He would not allow her the joy of profiting from this...<br><br>For a split second, he almost did it.&nbsp; But something deep down in the back of his mind begged and pleaded for him to just wait...&nbsp; And so he did.&nbsp; He brought his hand back away from the triangular button to his right, emblazoned with red and yellow danger stripes.<br><br>As soon as he did, the port side turret flared to life, and began erupting its white hot streams of superheated plasma at the pursuing pirates.&nbsp; The first few shots went wide, likely because of her unfamiliarity with the weapon...&nbsp; But that quickly subsided.&nbsp; One of the stolen patrol craft exploded in a brilliant flash of blue light, is power core going critical from a direct hit and exploding...&nbsp; The shockwave rocked his ship a little, and made him smile.<br><br>The remaining two ships scattered like roaches, the automated turrets belching white hot death in their direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;One of them took a wing hit, and was trailing smoke and debris...&nbsp; The two ships did not waste any more time, and sped away from the freighter at breakneck speed...<br><br>Frank slammed his fists on his control panel in satisfaction, eyeing his radar displays happily...<br>Alright...&nbsp; So his stowaway was not aligned with these pirates it seemed...&nbsp; However, she would likely be pissed with him...&nbsp; "Damn..."&nbsp; &nbsp;he thought to himself.&nbsp; His mind worked quickly, simulating hundreds of potential discussions with her, all of them ending up with her hitting him...<br><br>"Alright, you helped protect the ship, and proven to me that you are not at least hostile... Well, were not..."&nbsp; He murmured to her over the intercom of the ship.&nbsp; frank just bit his lip.&nbsp; It was best to just come clean.<br>"You have my most sincere apologies..."&nbsp; Shit he thought to himself...&nbsp; What was her name?&nbsp; It was something long and beautiful and enchanting...&nbsp; And yet he couldn't fucking remember what in hell it was... "...Liz"&nbsp; he finished out of instinct...&nbsp; &nbsp;and then he face palmed...&nbsp; "...Look" he said hastily over the intercom. "... Go to the kitchen.&nbsp; I'll make you another plate of food, and we can discuss our... situation in depth." <br><br>Frank looked around the cockpit for something... anything.&nbsp; His pistol was hidden in the bathroom behind the toilet, and his spare was tucked away into his bunk...&nbsp; All he had in the cockpit were his tas gloves.&nbsp; Frank quickly donned them...&nbsp; &nbsp;They were tight black leather, fingerless, and perhaps a little bit more.&nbsp; The each had a taser like device embedded in each of them, enough for one jolt, quickly recharged by either outside power or&nbsp; slowly by walking and moving, building up static.<br><br>He could use these in a pinch, should she attack him...<br>Frank just grunted, and released all of the doors to the ship.&nbsp; They all opened with a groaning metallic hiss.<br><br>The pilot slowly peered around the corner down the hallway, towards his kitchen...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>16-11-2016, 03:27:51</strong>
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				Her first few shots missed, but after getting the hang of the weapon Elisandra landed a direct hit!<em> “Score!”</em> She shouted happily to herself, having entirely too much fun with this, then continuing her fire on the two remaining ships as the first went down in a blaze of glory rocking the ship slightly. The other ships quickly darted out of her view, but Elisandra figured she’d let the captain worry about those as she sagged back in the seat on relief.<br><br>After a few minutes of silence she heard the ships captain begin to stutter and stumble over, what she assumed was his best apology, but still being rather frustrated with him she only stuck her long tongue out at the speaker system projecting his voice over the ship in aggravation. <em>And he still hadn’t managed to get her name right!</em>... But at least he was willing to make more food because at this point she was starving, it having been early this morning since the last time she ate, and with the rapid metabolism her race was known to have and the accelerated healing her body was still working through, she needed to eat to keep up her strength. Muttering all the while about stupid males and terrible reasoning, while she traversed the halls. <br><br>Not really sure where the ships kitchen was and not having the limited option version of guidance from before, she began to wonder the ship in the same direction she had previously come, flicking her tongue out every so often to see if she could smell any food being cooked because with the entire ship having traces of him it would be impossible to track him down by his unique aroma. <br><br>As she rounded the corner of the corridor she stopped in seeing said captain peeking around the edge of the door, his now gloved hands gripping the frame tightly as his eyes darted every which way and then finally landing on her, and she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight he made. <br><br><em>“I promise Captain, as hungry as I am and as frustrated with you as I may be, I will not eat you.” </em>She promised on a chuckle, walking steadily towards him.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>16-11-2016, 08:32:18</strong>
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				Frank just eyes her warily from around the corner...<br><br>She was still practically naked, clad in little more than a micro bikini like set of rags, hanging precariously from her huge, beautiful amber colored chest.&nbsp; He relaxed a little when he saw her sit at his ad-hoc galley table,&nbsp; made from a scrapped arrowhead shaped piece of capital ship armor plating.<br>Elisandra? looked hungry im more ways than one.&nbsp; She sat there, gazing at him, looking utterly sexy without even trying...<br><br>Her face, with her rich eyes, and her lizardish, short, cute little snout gave her a whimsical, innocent look... But then it ended in full, sensual lips a deep shade of emerald.<br>And then her tongue snaked out again, flicking quickly.&nbsp; He jumped back a little... It made him uneasy...<br>Still, the freighter captain promised her a meal.&nbsp; He got right to it digging pots and skillets out from his cabinets.&nbsp; Rigged as his kitchen was everything was still spotless.&nbsp; The captain usually never cooked anything, he just tossed whatever into the microwave and ate it...<br>While he was planetside on the fateful run where his lovely stowaway decided to join him, he had purchased a common plasma stove, that ran off of residual heat from his main reactor core.<br><br>He pulled out a large looking butcher knife, and began cutting large, thick fillets from a freshly thawed Tungar fish...&nbsp; Seasonings were then generously sprinkled onto it by hand, and it was then cut into smaller pieces able to fit in his classic, cast iron skillet.<br><br>He worked quickly, as her flicking tongue flicked more and more.&nbsp; He was careful not to look into her eyes, which he could feel watching his every movement...&nbsp; Frank seriously felt like a complete jerk, locking her in the brig the way that he did...<br><br>He then swore.&nbsp; The freighter captain had not thawed out any more blueagon peas or rockarrots...<br>Frank opened the freezer door, and grabbed a handful of each, he then tossed them into the skillet with the sizzling pieces of Tungar...&nbsp; &nbsp;The silence was getting more and more uncomfortable...&nbsp; He felt as if he should say something...<br>"...uh, where did you learn to shoot like that?"&nbsp; He said nervously, focusing on prepping the food, and not ruining it...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>18-11-2016, 03:29:19</strong>
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				Stilling laughing to herself at this strange man, Elisandra moved to the room she assumed was the kitchen, leaving the wary captain still hiding around the corner. She knew she was intimidating; probably more so in the mere scraps that she was now wearing. <em>Well, so sorry sugar I’d put something more on if I had it</em>, she thought to herself as she sat down at the galley table waiting for him to get the courage up to come fix the meal he promised. <br><br>Glancing around the sparsely equipped kitchen, but she had to hand it to him, it was at least clean. As apparent by the scrambling and utter dishevelment of the captain she had to guess that maybe the he didn’t get visitors too often. She watched him closely, not completely mad at him, given the circumstances, but still not so sure she should trust her initial gut feeling on him either. <br><br>She both felt and saw him try to watch her from sideways eyes, trying not to be caught, but she saw everything. Elisandra saw his jerky and rushed movements that became more apparent when he knew she was watching him. She saw him jump and his eyes widen when she flicked out her tongue, tasting his energy and to decipher what he was attempting to cook, and she couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. <br><br>She watched as he brought out a much too large butcher knife to cut the fish into overly thick strips. <em>He must not cook very often either</em>…she thought. After heavily pouring seasonings onto the fish, and then chopping it into cubes.&nbsp; She sighed thankfully, not wanting to eat uncooked fish today after everything else. <em>It didn’t smell too bad though,</em> she amended with another flick of her tongue, maybe he knows what he’s doing…That was until he darted to the freezer grabbing, almost at random, vegetables and throwing them onto the skillet as well with the cooking fish.<br><br>He either feels pretty bad about being such a jerk or he really is afraid, but considering how well he handled her earlier she wasn’t so sure it was the latter. So when he asked about her shooting skills she decided not to give him a hard time, and told him a little more about herself.<br><br><em>“Well in my culture everyone is trained in what is considered basic combat skills, so that should we ever be put into a situation where the skills are needed we are not found lacking. And considering how many of my people find their lives in some form of warrior or protection service, it comes in handy to many.”</em> Her chest rose with pride in thinking of her people “<em>And then there’s the fact that our race is predominantly women, it is important that everyone knows how to defend themselves and their families.”</em><br><br>Elisandra looked over at the captain again, watching as he focused intently on the food, as if he took his eyes off of it for a moment it would all jump off and run away. She found herself, not for the first time, wanting to know more about this man. “<em>So, why did you choose the freighter business?”</em> she asked shrugging, <em>“We are going to be on this ship for at least a few weeks, with no other company. We might as well get to know each other a little bit.” </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ralhend</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 08:12:42</strong>
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				Frank did his absolute best to keep focused on preparing the meal rather than ogle the perfectly trimmed, athletic body of the gorgeous reptilian woman before him.&nbsp; Her voice was unnaturally pleasant, flowing off of her tongue like honey...&nbsp; This only made things that much harder to do.<br><br>Rather than focus on the way her large, barely covered breasts heaved and swayed with her movements and breath, he focused on what she was saying...<br>The freighter pilot could not understand why in the hell he found her so damned attractive.&nbsp; It made no sense, she was a frikkin lizard for chrissakes?<br>Her facial features were pleasant enough, large, expressive eyes, a wealth of long, luxuriant hair, full, kissable lips under a curved hint of a nose on a short snout like protrusion...<br>And then there was her tongue...&nbsp; Long and rubbery, glistening, dexterous and forked...&nbsp; He imagines what it would be like to kiss her, or perhaps have her use her tongue to...<br><br>THEN he immediately shifted his focus back to meal preparation...&nbsp; His arousal was there, he could not deny that.&nbsp; For some unknown reason decided to be a gentleman, it was almost hardwired into his instincts.&nbsp; He rinsed his hands off under a nearby sink, the cold water, snapping him back to reality and away from his lustful fantasy land... If only for a few moments.&nbsp; The way she stuck her chest out as she talked of her race being predominantly female, and how they look out for one another...&nbsp; That just made the scraps of cloth covering her that much tighter, her erect nipples straining the thin, flimsy fabric...<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Damn..."</span>&nbsp; he muttered.&nbsp; He blinked his eyes and went back to carefully slicing more of the Tungar meat.&nbsp; It was a wonder he hadn't cut one of his fingers off already....<br>Frank then heard her question of what had made him choose to be a freighter pilot.<br>He was thankful for the distraction...&nbsp; There were several reasons... He wished they had been more exciting, mor dramatic, more romantic, but no.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well..." </span> He began, lost in thought.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"...My father disappeared,&nbsp; about 4 years after my mother ran away with space pirates.&nbsp; I was able to get a job helping to maintain a large bulk freighter similar to this one, and eventually they needed another pilot.&nbsp; I just sort of fell into it, and have been doing it for close to fifteen years now..."</span>&nbsp; He murmured...&nbsp; Frank then looked into her eyes, seeing her watching him, smelling her unique, pleasant aroma...&nbsp; He swore under his breath...<br>Without thinking further, he gently offered her a taste of raw blue carrot, holding it between his fingers to her mouth....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Maiden Voyage  (Ralhend x DominaNoctus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DominaNoctis</strong> on <strong>30-11-2016, 05:01:19</strong>
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				Elisandra listened to his story, watching his jerky movements and couldn’t help but smile. His arousal so thickly saturated the air that she was all but drowning in its heavy aroma. It was a delicious musk mixed with his own natural spicy scent that she could smell even over that of the cooking fish and vegetables. She flicked her tongue out to better taste the flavor, and watched with open amusement at his response to the motion. <br><br>She caught him several times staring at the bountiful cleavage exposed by the thin scraps barley covering her breasts and the nipples straining beneath it, but instead of being angered as she probably should have been, her arousal spiked again in response, and her hunger for more than food rose.<br><br>&nbsp;He was an impressive specimen to say the least. He stood eye level in height with her, which at her height of just under six foot was saying something, and was all long lines and lean muscle that she craved to run her fingers and tongue over, to feel and taste for herself.&nbsp; The loose fitting coveralls he wore did not give her much of an idea as to what he was hiding below the belt, but it did expose most of his upper body, and left his strong shoulders and arms bare for her perusal, and she took advantage of the view set before her.<br><br>She watched as he continued to prepare the meal for her, surprised that in his hurried rhythms and distractions that he had not cut himself or worse. She had to laugh again though at his quietly muttered curses, wondering if they were the reaction to his still elevated arousal. So when he offered her the blue vegetable she couldn’t stop herself as a sinfully wicked smile crossed her face. She leaned forward slightly towards his waiting hand and the peace offering he held out for her to take. Looking him boldly in the eye as she swiped her long forked tongue over her lips before parting them to accept the food. <br><br>“Thank you” She told him in a rich and husky voice, her own interest evident. Her lips encased the carrot and the fingers holding it, letting her tongue grab the blue vegetable while her lips paid attention to the fingers she still held within her mouth, keeping them there for a moment as she watched the heat flare in his eyes. Leaning back again and letting the digits slip slowly from her lips as she smiled slyly up at him now chewing the much needed nourishment her provided, and wondering just what else would be on the menu.<br>
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