You are the captain of a small space freighter, the Libereco. You and your crew are all independents.
Most space cargo is carried by members of the Shipper’s Guild, SG, an intergalactic organization that sets the rates and works openly with the United Galactic Alliance or UGA. Your crew and you hate working with the UGA, or as you refer to them, Uggos.
In the Galactic core worlds, the government has a tight control over everything. No unlicensed cargoes. Everything has a shipping fee, a UGA tax, and whatever other planetary fees and taxes have to be paid. For the core worlds, there are plenty of valutos and so fees are easily paid.
On the rim worlds, where things are less tightly controlled, the fees are higher to help pay for enforcement. Enforcement which is done by the UGA Maristos which are a combination of Peace Officer, Customs Agent, and Tax Collector.
Your crew is loyal to you, but all had legal troubles on their home worlds. Once you have a record, it is hard to join a SG Freighter, unless you find a captain and ship that will take a chance on you. You offered each one of them “no questions about your history asked” once they proved their skills and signed on with you.
Your crew is small, a pilot, navigator, cook, medic, mechanic, and you. Everyone on your ship is cross-trained to do everything. They might be the first choice to do their primary job but everyone can fill in if needed.
You hate having to deal with all of the bureaucracy, and fees, and feel that the people hacking out a living on the rim worlds really need a break, so your ship takes small cargoes between worlds.
You only have a few rules: Nothing hazardous (you don’t want your ship to explode mid-transit), and No human cargo, unless they are paying passage for themselves. All the rest can be negotiated. Typically, you are delivering cargoes of food, medicines, or other supplies that, if hauled by SG, the fees would triple the cost of the goods. You don’t earn much in the way of UGA valutos but your ship is paid for, and you feel like you are doing a good thing.
This run is relatively profitable one. You negotiated delivering building materials and medicines to a colony that was recently formed, and doesn’t have much in the way of UGA presence. The profit on this one is just 10% of the value, and free refueling from the planet. Prices that are so below SG rates that everyone knows you aren’t paying the official fees and taxes.
With any luck, you won’t encounter any Maristos. Or if you are really lucky, it will be one of the ones that you already know. Space can get lonely and you know how to make things less lonely for someone who is friendly.
Once you leave orbit, you walk around your ship. Helm and Navs has the Con, and they tell you “Skipper, we can make this run in two days, if we don’t have any issues.”
‘Good, because I told the client that we could do it in four days.’ You respond. ‘And keep your eyes on your screens and not each other.’ Helm and Navs are a good team, but when things are slow, more than once you have caught them fucking each other with the ship set on automatic.
You check on the cargo in the hold. Everything looks to be strapped in securely. You see Cookie walking around too.
‘Hey, Cookie, I see the construction cargo, but did we secure the meds properly?’
Cookie oversaw cargo loading earlier. “Yes, Skipper. Meds are secure. You would have to have a Sniffer & Scanner team to find them. If the Uggos board and look, all they’ll find is building materials.” She says as she hands you an official looking manifest, listing only the building materials.
You hand it back to her. ‘Good. Do you have a meds list for when we need it, too?’
She nods “Separate chip, stored in the bins. Nothing that can be found on our systems, until I install it.” You give her a broad smile and a pat on the shoulder. ‘Great. I will let you finish up here. Do you have the menu for today?’
She smiles broadly, “I got us some fresh fruit, and also some veggies that I will later make into a stew. Unless you want something else?”
‘No, I trust you in the galley more than I trust you in cargo, and you do a stellar job here. Carry on.’ You say as you head out.
You stop by the galley, and Kurgio and Meko are there, drinking. Kurgio has his herbal tea and Meko is drinking coffee so strong you can smell it as you enter. ‘
Captain on Deck!’ Meko shouts and jumps to attention. The doctor spills his tea all over his shirt. “Damn it Meko!” He yells. You shake your head. You know Meko did it as a practical joke on Kurgio. They do those kinds of things all the time.
‘Are you okay Doc?’ you ask as you throw him a towel. ‘Meko, you never were an Uggo, so don’t pretend you were, and you are now on laundry detail. Either that or you owe Kurgio a new shirt. Is that fair Doc?’
Stripping off his wet shirt, he throws it to Meko. “Yes, laundry detail sounds more than fair Skipper.” He goes and makes himself another cup of tea. If he wasn’t a member of your crew, you wouldn’t mind helping dry off his nice-looking chest.
Meko is apparently checking out Kurgio’s bare chest too. You never asked as to the preferences of your crew. And there are no rules against members pairing up. Hell, if you told Helm and Navs that they couldn’t sleep together, you would probably have a mutiny. Besides they make a cute couple, though you would never tell them that.
As for Meko, he might be into guys, gals, or he might swing both ways. It has never come up. You already know that Cookie prefers women, but during a stop at a Pleasuredome, you saw her with two guys at once too. But you are the Captain of the ship, and sleeping with a member of the crew is bad for morale.
You make yourself a cup of coffee. A little weaker than whatever Meko is drinking. You sit at the table, as Kurgio sits back down too.
“Is everything quiet Skipper?” he asks.
‘That is what I was going to ask you two.’ You say as you sip your coffee.
“Aside from some light 1st-degree burns, thanks to a joking mechanic, the crew is happy and healthy.” You notice the bright pink mark on Kurgio’s flat stomach.
Looking over at Meko, ‘And what is the status of the ship?’
Meko jumps to attention and shouts “Sir, the engines are fully operational. There is some minor pitting on the outer plates which we will need to either buff out or repair next maintenance stop. Atmos regulator is working nicely and the power distrosystem is all green. Artificial gravity generator is working and so is Water recycling. Plus we topped off our fresh water tank planetside.” He then salutes and goes from Attention to Parade Rest.
‘Thank you and sit your ass back down. I knew it was wrong to let you watch all of those old vids. So what were they this time?’
He sits down and smiles. “Skipper, you should watch some of them, I got a whole chip full of what they used to call “Movies”. Some of these, date all the way back to the 20th Century. Apparently before the Uggos, each country on Earth had some sort of “armed forces”. England and America made lots of movies about their “navy” and “army”. I even found some that are comedies.” You sigh. It’s good to see him enthusiastic about things but you wonder how long you will have to put up with faux military behavior.
You stand up with your cup, ‘I’m heading off to my room. If you need anything, get me on the coms.’
“Will do Skipper.”
“Aye, Aye, Captain” Meko shouts as he jumps to attention again. You just slowly shake your head as you go to your cabin.
You hope that this will be a “lakto run”. You smile for a second as you think ‘Ok, there isn’t any lakto in this cargo, but they don’t have phrase about an easy time carrying building materials.’
Inside your cabin, you check the settings on your vidis. There are cameras all throughout the ship and you can check anywhere you need. You control who can access which cameras.
Out of respect for your crew, you have all of the crew cabin cameras locked under “Command Access Only”. You laugh at that for a second. You have a feeling that Navs, Cookie, and Meko have figured out how to go around the lockout, but you haven’t caught them so you let it go.
Navs and Cookie have computer skills that, if you didn’t trust them, could probably get everyone in trouble. Meko knows every system on the ship and has done things to access backup systems that, by the book, should have taken “Command Access” but he hasn’t done anything else to raise suspicions.
You set your main vidi to show the ship’s progress, with smaller windows showing how well the ship is running. On a smaller vidi, you rotate between the cameras in Cargo, Con, and Med Bay. The cargo hold looks quiet. Kurgio put on a new shirt and is making a quick check of supplies. ‘Damn, I won’t have minded seeing him shirtless for a bit longer.’ You say to yourself.
When you switch to Con, you only see Helm at the controls, and Nav’s seat is empty.
You hit the mic icon, ‘Helm, is everything okay? Where is Navs?’
He clicks his icon too, “Everything is fine, Skipper. Once we locked in everything, I told her that I got it and she should sleep for the next 8 hours, we can switch then. Should I have run that past you first, Skipper?”
You smile back at him and say ‘No. You made the right call. I should have thought of that first. I am just glad that she isn’t sucking you off, or something, because you two got bored.’
“Oh we talked about that, Skipper, but you specifically said, that you would permanently separate us if we, to quote you, ‘got caught fucking on the Con instead of manning it’. We know you mean it. Besides, we can fuck in either of our cabins, while you have the Con.” He said with a wide smile and a wink.
You shake your head and smile back. ‘Very good, carry on. If we encounter anything, buzz my cabin. Captain out’ you say as you turn off your mic.
You switch the secondary vidi, to the Captain’s Log, and mark down the necessary travel info, so if, or with your luck, when a Maristo links up with your ship to do a “random cargo inspection”, everything is as it should be. You review Cookie’s cargo manifest, and input the official weights and contents. Then you add the “Official Report” from each station, including an “accidental 1st degree skin burn occurred in the galley”.
After you finish making all of the logs look good you stand up and stretch.
It really is so quiet. You take a quick glance at the main vidi and nothing looks out of the ordinary so you switch your secondary vidi to link into the ship’s library. You could pull up a book, or a video. You decide on a video. Scrolling though the lists you notice a lot of porn has recently been added. You don’t mind. Heck, some of it was added by you. You see something called “Alien Encounters”.
You hadn’t seen it before. There has always been rumors of alien lifeforms but UGA hasn’t officially encountered any. The video starts with a woman wearing just enough to cover her tits, pussy, and ass. She is walking through an open field when a “flying saucer” comes over head, shines a spot light and “beams her up” leaving her clothing on the ground.
‘If Beaming technology was real, it would make unloading cargo much easier.’ You muse to yourself.
A man with a bad costume and makeup is in a room, where the naked actress appeared. “We have captured a human female. I must probe her fully.” He says as he walks closer. “What does that mean?” she asks feigning fear.
‘Maybe I should just turn off the sound if the dialogue is going to be that bad’ you think to yourself. His hands morph to long tentacles and from his crotch a thicker and longer tentacle pops free. ‘Oh, it is a tentacle porn vid.’ You note.
As you watch it, the woman appears to be enjoying it. You wonder how they would feel. Maybe next trip to the Pleasuredome you could try that. Her mouth, pussy, and ass are filled with the thrusting and probing things. Close ups show her clit being rubbed as she moans around the one in her mouth. That looks so sexy. You feel a little turned on and sit back in your chair.
You put your hand in your pants and slowly rub your pussy. Mmmmmm it feels so good, rubbing your clit as you watch that thick dark tentacle thrusting in and out of her wet open pussy. Tentacle porn really isn’t your thing, but you enjoy seeing her filled and pleasured.
Working a couple of fingers in and out of your damp pussy, you lean back and wish that your pussy was being filled with a hard cock, or maybe some talented fingers. Rubbing your pussy harder and faster, you lean farther back in your chair. It feels so good and you are getting close….
“Skipper. Check out the Main Vidi.” You hear Helm say followed by a proximity alarm flashing.
‘Dammit, now what!?’ you say as you pull your hand from your pants and sit up.
Quickly you switch your second vidi from the video to Con. Clicking on mic icon, ‘I am looking, but catch me up.’ You say as you make sure that your pants are straight and closed.
(See what they encounter in Part 2 of Space Freighter Libereco — Maristo Onboard)
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