SpaceJam! (Marlow and Chuukun)
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				Title: <strong>SpaceJam! (Marlow and Chuukun)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 00:50:54</strong>
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				Jona was sitting, in the Spartan common room of their stolen Authority ship, in one of the only comfortable seats, a small glass of some green liquid in his hand. He was wearing some stiff ‘leisure’ wear he had found in a dresser in the only bedroom on the small ship.<br><br>.:Sergeant Rommel, we are entering Cholmoss space:. <br><br>“Thank you, V4, prepare to land in the Maze, please,” Jona replied. It had been a bit of tricky wiring to get the AI of the ship to recognize him as this Rommel fellow, but Zee had gotten it done in no time at all.<br><br>.:Sir, I advise against landing in the Maze, it is known for its-:.<br><br>“I know its reputation, V4, now prepare to land,” Jona shot back, cursing the thing as he downed his drink, the bitterness of it biting his tongue. <br><br>&nbsp;He had been on edge for the past week, as they did random WeaveRuns, hoping to lose any Authority pursuit. He hadn’t gotten a chance to make sure there were adequate sleeping room for Zee and himself, so he had been sleeping on one of the couches in the common room, and his back had been killing him for it.<br><br>“V4, Intercom,” he ordered.&nbsp; “Zee, get your ass out of bed, we’ll be landing in twenty minutes and I want you ready,” he called, V4 sending his voice to the sleeping quarters where Zee no doubt was. “Find… something to wear besides those damn rags you had on Ivaks, I don’t care what.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: SpaceJam! (Marlow and Chuukun)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 01:17:53</strong>
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				Zenie Ti Rhee, or Zee for her friends, was sleeping blissfully in the small bed that Jona had so gracefully offered to her after their travels had begun. Her body and the blanket had intertwined themselves over the course of the night and she was exposing a fair share of her skin... her blue skin.<br><br>Zee was a human, just like Jona was, yet she hailed from a different colony than he did. Her home was located on Avaria. A habitable planet for humans, the Avarian solar system included, amongst other smaller bodies a Helium giant, called Stoam. And it just so happened to be located between Avaria and the sun of that system, and it's blue rays were always present. As a result, after a few dozen generations, the Avarians began to develop a blue tint in their skin. At first, this had not really been noticed, considering their planet was bathed in the blue light of the Helium giant... but during the rare event of a eclipse of Stoam, where only the light of the sun reached the surface, the change had become apparent. Scientists however found nothing wrong with the inhabitants of the planet and it was thusly decided that they had simply adapted to the life on Avaria. Their blue skin was an expression of human adaptability.<br><br>There were some other, minor changes beyond their skin pigmentation though. Amongst the various colonies, Avarians, if they ever left their colony, became notorious for being utterly unable to hold their liquor. As was the case with Zee, her head was still pounding viciously from the small drink she had finally agreed to share with Jona. Well, to be frank, she had finally convinced him to relax a bit around her, but her attempt had backfired spectacularly when he had to carry her back to the bedroom not even thirty minutes after opening the bottle.<br><br>And she was still feeling the affects of it. Groaning and gripping her aching head as Jona bellowed orders at her, Zee rolled out of the bed groggily. Finding new clothes was not really easy, but at least she could top the prison rags. An white-ish (at least it seemed to have been that color, once) working overall, rather obviously designed for a man a good head taller than herself, would have to do. She couldn't exactly expect to find anything better on this ship, so Zee slipped it on and left the bedroom, still supporting herself against the wall.<br><br>They had... acquired this vessel and used to shake off any would-be pursuers. It wasn't really a first-class ship, but it had a WeaveDrive, so that was sufficient. Of course, clothes and nice food would have been great too, but they hadn't exactly had the time to be picky. Following the walls of the ship towards the common room where Jona was sitting, Zee joined the older male as the V4 had already presented a holographic image of the planet they were about land on in the middle of the room. "So, this is it finally, huh? Where you parked your ship?", she asked, a slight groan still in her voice as she brushed strands of her red hair out of her face and stepped next to him, steadying herself on his chair as they both looked on to the planet beneath them. Their destination, Cholmoss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: SpaceJam! (Marlow and Chuukun)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:00:40</strong>
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				“That would be it. Cholmoss is a dirt-ball. It used to be a rich source of raw materials, but the old Earthen administration abused it until it was left like this. Now it’s a place where people go to disappear, find some elicit work, and abuse their bodies with copious amounts of drugs illegal elsewhere. My kind of place…”<br><br>Looking up at Zee, he smirked. She was a pretty girl, even when she looked like a hammer had hit her in the face. “Sit down.”<br><br>Getting up, he patted her on her exposed shoulder which had peeked through the too-large neckline. “You’d think an Avarian’d know she can’t handle off-world liquor,” he said as he went in to the small kitchenette, coming out with a mug of some repugnant, viscous liquid.<br><br>“Drink this. It tastes like a swamp-rat’s piss and smells like its shit, but it’ll get rid of that hangover,” he said, handing her the mug. He went to sit back in his seat, grabbing his drink and finishing it off. It was the same stuff he had drank with Zee last night. She had two glasses, he had just finished off the last of the bottle.<br><br>“Stick close to me when we land. The Maze is a shithole, and a pretty girl like you could find herself in a <em>lot</em> of trouble very quickly,” Jona said easily, sitting back in his chair, trying to find a position that wouldn’t hurt his back. <br><br>“There’ll be a nice room for you once we get my old ship back, and Eve is a much nicer AI than V4 here. I’m sure you’ll get along splendidly.”<br><br>Just then, V4 chimed in. “Entering atmosphere now, estimated landing time, thirteen minutes.”<br><br>Jona smiled. “Thank you, V4, that is all.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 02:24:48</strong>
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				Zee groaned a little still as he was still talking way too loud for her taste right now. "Oh, shut it... I just figured it would have grown on me after all this time I spent away from Avaria.", she defended her decision to try and drink with him yesterday. At least it had gotten him a bit loosened up, she hated how stiff he had looked while they were doing WeaveRun after WeaveRun.<br><br>She wrinkled her nose at the concoction he offered her. She wasn't even going to dare and ask him what was in it, but she believed him if he said it would help her hangover. Pinching her nose shut to endure its smell, Zee put the mug to her lips and downed the liquid as quickly as possible. It was nasty, no doubt about it, with little chunks of... something still in it. She was shuddering from the taste as she heard his remark about sticking close to him, lest there would be problems.<br><br>Zee huffed and crossed her arms at that notion. "As if I would get in trouble that easily... I was doing pretty well on my own, well, up until Ivaks, and you ended up there as well. Besides, how bad can Cholmoss be anyways?", she asked that rhetorical question. She had seen slums and ghettos and drug dens on other planets. So this one was just a planet covered with them? Big deal, Zee thought. What good would Jona do her there then?<br><br>Well, aside from his ship, which he had never failed to praise as the fastest, the best, the sturdiest and so on and so forth... even if Zee was meeting his praise with healthy distrust, she couldn't help but get curious and excited the closer they got to it. She couldn't wait to see it, couldn't wait to hear its engine and then, if he would permit it, open her up... "You sure your ship is still down there?", she asked him, still smacking her lips together to try and get rid of the nasty taste of whatever he had given her. But the concern was legit, even if Cholmoss was only half as bad as Jona made it out to be, what were the odds of his ship still being there, untouched?
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				Title: <strong>Re: SpaceJam! (Marlow and Chuukun)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>11-12-2010, 03:56:47</strong>
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				“Cholmoss doesn’t have any law. It’s run by a military junta, has for decades. It leaves the civilians alone if they leave it alone, although rebellions pop up every few years. Anything you think you’ve seen or experienced that makes you ready for it, doesn’t. Now stay close to me.” He wasn’t joking, he wasn’t being friendly. It was pretty clear he was ordering her. <br><br>“It only takes a few seconds for a slaver to knock you out and drag you to his ship. If I can’t find you, you’ll live the rest of your life as nothing more than a few warm holes and something to play with when your master is bored, if you’re lucky.”<br><br>The ship shook, then, as it entered the lower atmosphere. “Come on.”<br><br>Getting up, he made his way to the loading ramp. Grabbing two pistols from a box, he tossed one to Zee, along with a knife and a communicator. “Don’t hesitate to use them, if you need to. That’ll get you killed here.”<br><br>Ten minutes later the ship was on the ground and Jona was paying off the port-authority. “Let’s go.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 01:29:00</strong>
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				Zee rolled her eyes as Jona told her bluntly what awaited her if she would fall into the hands of slavers. "I know, I know... I've run into a few slavers before, you know?", she retorted. Although Avarians were not the only colony who had deviated in its appearance from the original human look, they were among the most popular and appealing for others. The exotic skin-color made them popular slaves, as Zee had learned the hard way once. And they had learned the hard way that this Avarian was not as easy to cage as others... ah, she had fun memories of that one, although she did not necessarily wanted a repeat.<br><br>But that was why they would not go unarmed. "Hey, don't throw that, that's dangerous!", she yelled at him as she nevertheless caught both the gun and the communicator as well as the knife. Pocketing all of them so that they were ready in a flash if she needed them, Zee followed Jona outside after the ship had landed. <br><br>Immediately after exitting the ship, a foul stench assaulted her nose... wow, and she had thought Ivaks was a dump. He really hadn't been kidding about this place. It was almost as if they were walking on garbage... and Zee didn't really want to look what was under her feet, not right now. "Well, uh... right behind you, I guess.", she said, apparently not too keen to go adventuring in this kind of place. While she had been to similar ones before, she didn't like them, and the faster they got what they wanted, the faster they could leave.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>12-12-2010, 08:28:49</strong>
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				Jona kept Zee no further than an arm’s length from him while he made his way out of the crowded space-port. This area was filled with people all the time, and it was dangerous to linger, especially when you didn’t have any more protection than a pistol and a knife. <br><br>He kept them on the main road, visible to everyone and well away from any dark alleys or out of the way corners until the torrent of dirty, grimy men and women thinned. The plain duracrete buildings of the space-port were very quickly overwhelmed by small wood shacks in elongated clusters along the sides. <br><br>“These are the shanty-towns. They’re filled with the unfortunate souls who found themselves stranded on Cholmoss. They change occupancy every few weeks, as the old ones are killed off or find their way off planet.” As he talked, he caught site of their ultimate destination. It was a tall, gaudily decorated building, four stories high, shaped like a long, thin rectangle. It was surrounded by a wide gate with a poorly kept garden keeping the shantiers out. <br><br>“Alright, we’re here.”<br><br>Walking up to the rot-iron gate, Jona tapped in a quick sequence on a grimy key-pad, and a second later the gates swung inward. <br><br>“This is the establishment of an old friend of mine: Mistress Magda, or Gale, if you know her. It’s one of the few places on Cholmoss I consider safe. I paid Gale a handsome sum to keep my ship safe, and she keeps the deals she makes.”<br><br>Grabbing Zee’s hand in his much heavier one, he walked up the long, winding path to the front door, which opened just as they arrived. Two women, one blonde, one brunette, wearing nothing but a wisp of semi-transparent cloth around their flared hips, greeted them with smiles meant to stir the loins.<br><br>“Welcome, Master Colt! How may we service you today?” the blonde said, her scarlet lips shimmering in the hazy mid-day sun of Cholmoss.<br><br>The brunette caught site of Zee and smiled. “It looks like he’s got another girl for the Mistress, Krissa. How much breaking in will she need, Master Colt?”<br><br>Jona frowned at the brunette. “No, Quii, she’s with me. Now, where’s Gale? I need to talk to her.”<br><br>Quii matched Jona’s frown, before pivoting away from him, her heavy breasts bouncing as she strutted away. <br><br>Jona just turned to Krissa. “Well, is she here? It’s urgent.”<br><br>Krissa simply nodded, her own breasts, smaller than Quii’s, and much firmer supported by her crossed arms. “This way.”<br><br>“Thank you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: SpaceJam! (Marlow and Chuukun)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chuukun</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 01:00:49</strong>
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				As they walked through the crowds of Cholmoss, Zee, keeping close to Jona as he had asked her to, still fondled the grip of her pistol, feeling its cool metal under her fingertips, knowing it was there and ready in a flash, should the need arise. She tensed up every time someone brushed past her, but ultimately, nothing happened as Jona told her about the place they were about to enter. An establishment... Zee wondered what it was like as Jona grabbed her hand (something she let him do for once, even though she kinda thought it weird... she was no child anymore) and led her up the stairs.<br><br>The moment the doors swung open, Zee frowned, recognizing their profession right away, just by looking at their clothes. Their shameless attire elicited little more than a snort from Zee. While she herself was not exactly what you would call a prude, she held no love for prostitutes or, for that matter, strumpets like these women so obviously were. Lusting for attention and loving their job, she could tell that these two were that kind of whores. Now, if they had been forced into it, that would have been a different matter, but no... they did not make the impression on her that they were here against their will.<br><br>And for them to imply that she was here to become one as well... the nerve on this one! "Nah, sorry, I got a little too much class than to work here...", she retorted quite rudely, but then again, wasn't it rude for them to be talking about her like she was unconscious or something like that, when she clearly wasn't? Shaking her head, Zee followed Jona and the other whore inside, to meet this Gale that Jona claimed had his ship...<br><br>The place was surprisingly crowded. There was a sweet smoke hanging in the air and Zee spied several patrons, of all sexes, each surrounded by at least two 'employees' who all did various tasks for them, from massaging them, feeding them to openly blowing and fucking them. It was all here, it was a regular brothel, even though it seemed a little bit classier than what she would have expected on this kind of planet. But still, something during that conversation before had bothered Zee, and she figured now was the best time to bring it up. "What was that all about? Do you regularly bring women here? Is there something you're not telling me?", she asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice as they were led up some stairs and down a corridor, until the prostitute brought them before a large, double-winged door. Behind that, someone important was waiting, that much was already clear from the look of it...
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