Rescuing The Riff-Raff (Wykyd&PearlRuby)
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				Title: <strong>Rescuing The Riff-Raff (Wykyd&amp;PearlRuby)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 19:49:29</strong>
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				RESCUING THE RIFF-RAFF<br>(Blaze &amp; Lulah)<br><br>Belmorrow was a thriving, wealthy city on the most backwater planet the crew of the Moon Witch had ever had the misfortune to end up on. It had been strictly an accident that they had even ended up on this hell hole of a rock after their little tiff with the local star patrollers. It wasn’t as if they had been doing anything illegal after all…it had simply been a small misunderstanding…it wasn’t her fault that the Ambassador’s daughter didn’t understand boundaries. If the woman had just listened when Blaze had told her that the men of the Witch were off limits…there wouldn’t have been a problem. Of course, it would have helped if Doc had managed to keep his fucking cock in his own pants. The bastard had only done it to piss her off anyway and she knew it. After she’d physically thrown the little twit off the Moon Witch, the bitch had gone crying to Daddy and he’d sent a goddamned platoon after them. They’d managed to get off planet before too much damage was done, but they’d soon found that the Ambassador had a long reach when a galactic patrol chased them halfway across the star system before the Witch was finally able to shake them…but not before sustaining considerable damage. Blaze had decided that it would be prudent to put in at the first port and lay low for a day or two, or at least until she could figure out who’s palm to grease to make this nightmare go away. <br><br>They had found Ikathian, the backwater hell-hole planet, when their navigation system malfunctioned and sent them careening through space blindly. Arch had done his best to patch it with what he’d had on hand - which had taken the better part of two days, even with his expertise - but by that time they were thousands of miles off course. Ikathian had been the first planet they had found with signs of life. The Witch had landed on the south side of the planet and wondered if their scanners were also busted, given that when they landed all they found was miles and miles of nothing. No people, no buildings…absolute desolation save for a few scrub plants and some lonely looking hills. Once they’d figured out their colossal mistake – which was that they landed on the wrong side of the planet – Arch began repairs and Blaze, Doc and Ray headed for civilization.<br><br>They’d frankly been a little surprised when confronted with the reality of Belmorrow. It was a thriving metropolis of high rises, shopping plazas, and other sundry establishments. High class, high dollar establishments lined street after winding street. At the very heart of the downtown district, glitz, glamour and neon abounded. It wasn’t difficult, through a few discreetly asked questions, to find out that this was the last city on Ikathian. Belmorrow was pretty much the last strong hold for civilization on the entire planet. It was pretty much the last vestiges of humanity in this particular star chain, and yet it still thrived while other cities on this and the surrounding planets turned to ruin. Why?<br><br>Belmorrow, as they quickly found out, also had its sleazy side. Tucked in among the glittering legitimate shop fronts and offices were gaming hells, brothels, and various other establishments of bottom dwelling pond scum. Ray had volunteered immediately to do reconnaissance…which meant he would gamble, party, drink and whore until Blaze called an end to it. Doc had managed to find a large strip mall of sorts that seemed to specialize in all the exotic little scary shit that fascinated him (which, quite frankly, scared the shit out of Blaze) and so seemingly abandoned her to her own devices and left in search of new toys and potions with which to maim and kill. She happily let him go and went in search of her own diversions. <br><br>It wasn’t long before she decided she needed a good stiff drink and ducked into a halfway decent looking joint and made her way to the bar. The place was lit up like a super nova with neon lights lining every wall and snaking across the ceiling. Strobe lights in varying colors flashed in time with the music and various colored lasers circled all around the space and when combined with the swirling smoke from the machines, it created a dizzying effect. Blaze made her way to the bar and ordered a shot. She turned to survey the patronage as she waited for her drink. <br><br>The crowd was a mixed bag of misfits from every walk and station of life. Blaze smiled at the groups of very young adults sitting in corners obviously tripping on Star Dust - rich kids with a lot of money and too much time. Whores plied their trade in another corner. And down at the other end of the bar, Blaze noticed a familiar figure…one she’d had the misfortune to run into more than once. She hated slavers. <br><br>Slavers were the lowest of the low. They preyed on the youngest and most vulnerable of any species, usually girls, plying them with drugs and promises based on falsehoods. Once they had them hooked, the stupid things didn’t stand a chance. Their conquests would be hauled off to be sold at private auctions to the highest bidders looking for a sexual play toy to use and abuse. It was one of Blaze’s secret pleasures to thwart them at every possible opportunity. Blaze took the drink the bartender brought and sidled down the counter to make it easier to eavesdrop. If nothing else, she could find out where they’d docked and blow the ship. At least it would slow them down a bit.&nbsp; <br><br>Blaze downed her shot and signaled for another as she sat and listened casually to the conversation.<br>
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