Here there be Dragons (Drakfic, future society)
Posted: 2004-09-10 04:09am
Sol system, outer planets
Deep within the bowels of the ship, the captain looked down at his consol with bile rising to his mouth. The O2 fire from the reactor was out, he had been forced to seal the blast doors and vent off the sections loosing highly skilled crew in the process. The gravity drive was offline, the mishap and a terrible surge had overloaded tesserect/wormhole control, and caused damage throught the ship, given time she could make it back to their own Sol system. Not that their reality was much better, a prolonged civilwar had left the human worlds in an awful state, economies collapsed, warlordism and slavery reigned on many worlds, and the surplus of military personell had brought about a massive increase in piracy. Piracy was infact his business now, and that of his ship, There was no other way to keep his "Family" and crew together their homes were strontium poisoned wastelands, their loved ones were dead or worse.
A thin lightly clawed hand rested on the Captain Carson's shoulder, "Jenny" may be an andriod, a franchise designed "Sex Kitten" model to be exact, but her programing included a high degree of "Empathy AI subruitines", and she had been grateful to the Captain for allowing her to fight as part of his crew, even if he had only been interested in purchasing a morale building "Ship's Doxy" her warrenty was long expired, and both Asimov and Turning would definatly consider her an unfit machine.
"Master, myself and the Spartans could go in and repair the section, we could obtain materials for the repairs from the moons and asteriods." -she offered in a selfless gesture
"You may not be flesh and blood, but you would still over heat from the radiation, and the EMP won't do your scilicone any good."
her ears now seemed to wilt, making a sad face, this coupled with the look from her oversized eyes tore at him. What sort of pervert designed these things he thought, a mix of human and feline features, her small stature oversized eyes and gargantuan rack, made him feel like he would be fucking a teenaged kid everytime she had offered to share his bed.
"It won't be so scuicidal Capt. Me and the Spartans still have some of our old hard suits ready to go. We can take shifts, patch and repair the software when we're done." Spoke up Ozzy, leader of the ship's "Marines", and a full Milspec NBC Machine. "Besides, if we don't get home where are you gonna find spares for a bunch of Spartans like myself."
Mars, Bringer of War, Dominion Military Base
Freya Haller looked down from the light speed transmitted readings, this was definatly NOT an Alliance spy probe, or if it was, it's worm hole transition was much to unstable. Still much to their scientists annoyance the servus scienticians were still behind, the Alliance had working FTL systems, and The Dominion still did not. Now was a chance to even things up, out there, somewhere at the system's edge was a wounded FTL vessel, prey for the Dominion, She would capture it, put the yoke on their technitians and engineering crews, and find some entertaining way of making an example of the rest of the crew. No citizen in centures had such an opertunity placed before them. Quickly she began making full set up for depature, speed would need to be of the essence, to capture the enemy, before some other Draka did.
Deep within the bowels of the ship, the captain looked down at his consol with bile rising to his mouth. The O2 fire from the reactor was out, he had been forced to seal the blast doors and vent off the sections loosing highly skilled crew in the process. The gravity drive was offline, the mishap and a terrible surge had overloaded tesserect/wormhole control, and caused damage throught the ship, given time she could make it back to their own Sol system. Not that their reality was much better, a prolonged civilwar had left the human worlds in an awful state, economies collapsed, warlordism and slavery reigned on many worlds, and the surplus of military personell had brought about a massive increase in piracy. Piracy was infact his business now, and that of his ship, There was no other way to keep his "Family" and crew together their homes were strontium poisoned wastelands, their loved ones were dead or worse.
A thin lightly clawed hand rested on the Captain Carson's shoulder, "Jenny" may be an andriod, a franchise designed "Sex Kitten" model to be exact, but her programing included a high degree of "Empathy AI subruitines", and she had been grateful to the Captain for allowing her to fight as part of his crew, even if he had only been interested in purchasing a morale building "Ship's Doxy" her warrenty was long expired, and both Asimov and Turning would definatly consider her an unfit machine.
"Master, myself and the Spartans could go in and repair the section, we could obtain materials for the repairs from the moons and asteriods." -she offered in a selfless gesture
"You may not be flesh and blood, but you would still over heat from the radiation, and the EMP won't do your scilicone any good."
her ears now seemed to wilt, making a sad face, this coupled with the look from her oversized eyes tore at him. What sort of pervert designed these things he thought, a mix of human and feline features, her small stature oversized eyes and gargantuan rack, made him feel like he would be fucking a teenaged kid everytime she had offered to share his bed.
"It won't be so scuicidal Capt. Me and the Spartans still have some of our old hard suits ready to go. We can take shifts, patch and repair the software when we're done." Spoke up Ozzy, leader of the ship's "Marines", and a full Milspec NBC Machine. "Besides, if we don't get home where are you gonna find spares for a bunch of Spartans like myself."
Mars, Bringer of War, Dominion Military Base
Freya Haller looked down from the light speed transmitted readings, this was definatly NOT an Alliance spy probe, or if it was, it's worm hole transition was much to unstable. Still much to their scientists annoyance the servus scienticians were still behind, the Alliance had working FTL systems, and The Dominion still did not. Now was a chance to even things up, out there, somewhere at the system's edge was a wounded FTL vessel, prey for the Dominion, She would capture it, put the yoke on their technitians and engineering crews, and find some entertaining way of making an example of the rest of the crew. No citizen in centures had such an opertunity placed before them. Quickly she began making full set up for depature, speed would need to be of the essence, to capture the enemy, before some other Draka did.