The red warning sign flashed blindingly in the corner of the console. Terrin cursed again and again as the clarion howl of alarm sounded in his ears. "I know! I know!" he shouted, fighting the controls, hauling on the joystick rising between his legs to bring them through the atmosphere. "Up! Pull up you sorry sonuva..."
He couldn't believe it. Actually, scratch that, he absolutely could. Ever since he began his career as a shipper he'd been shafted left and right. If he wasn't being stiffed fair wages it was odd cargo, or the engines needing repairs, or pirates, or a thousand other problems that plagued space freighting.
His most recent run in had been with the Segmentum Skulls. Notorious pirates and slavers, they'd almost fragged his ship to pieces before he managed to hit slip space, but the damage had been enough. Coming back into normal space had nearly torn the hull apart, and now he was in practical freefall onto a strange planet.
He cursed again, punching the console to try and silence the alarm, but that damn thing was fritzing out! He was going to crash on some alien hellworld! And he'd finally picked up some valuable cargo. Figured. Just fucking figured!
"Fuck! Fuck my life! Fuck fuck fuck fuck... fuck?"
Terrin stared at the console as a new light blinked, not quite willing to believe it. A beacon? Out here? A landing pad inviting him down? It might just be his system gunking up again, but Terrin didn't exactly have a lot of options. He punched in the landing code being sent to him, coordinates stuttering on a screen half obscured by exhaust steaming from a fractured coolant pipe. He hauled on the controls, forcing his ship about towards the location.
Clouds rushed by him in a sea of rolling white. His ship shuddered, thudding as the metal heated with re-entry. Terrin grit his teeth, peering through the cloud cover. Where... where...
There!
He gasped as the cloud banks fell away, revealing the island below. It sat like a clam in the middle of the glittering blue sea, the land rising upwards with villas dotting its slopes. Lush jungle rose around them, and at the tip of the isle was the unmistakable discus shape of a landing pad.
The sight sparked a flicker of hope. His grip tightened on the controls as he laboured. "C'mon baby. Hold together," Terrin grunted as he maneuvered his ship towards the waiting spot.
At first he wasn't sure he would make it. Every second he spent in the air felt like it would tear his freighter apart. Yet inch by inch he closed with the waiting island. He yanked back on the controls, the nose of his ship rearing up, backwash blasting the pad below as he slammed down the landing gear, feeling the ship shudder as it struggled to deploy them. He hoped they did, but suspected it was going to be rough.
He hit the afterburners, the air whistling as his ship slowed, hovering and rocking above the waiting ground. At the last minute the engines finally gave in, sputtering and going out. Vertigo threw his stomach into his throat as the ship dropped the last few feet, slamming him down, the metal around him groaning with the strain of impact.
But he'd made it.
He was alive.
Terrin sagged back in his chair, gasping for breath even as the ship died around him, systems shutting down with a low whirr. As the lights blinked off, Terrin realized he couldn't stay cooped up inside for long. Those whose planet he'd just landed on would no doubt like an explanation, and if he didn't give a good one...
Terrin grimaced. He was alone out here. Cut off. They could do anything they wanted and who would ever know? Especially given this was such a secluded planet. Every spacer heard stories about barbarian worlds or crews that 'disappeared' and their belongings sold to the next visitors. With a sigh he heaved himself out of his chair, boots banging on the metal floor as he made his way towards the airlock. Best get it over with.
He had to force the door open, the landing ramp extending a few inches before sparking and getting stuck. With a grunt Terrin hopped out of his ship. He looked back at his craft and winced. Pieces looked to have been stripped away here and there, and blaster fire had ripped deep gauges in the metal. Not even the paint had survived, blistered off by the heat of re-entry. He sighed, shaking his head.
In contrast, the place he'd landed in was pristine. Huge trees with leafy fronds stirred in the wind. The whooping of avians trilled up from below and the warm sunlight beat down on him, softened by a cool breeze that swept away the stink of exhaust and oxidized steel with the aroma of the sea. A path of marble meandered down from the landing pad and towards the oval homes and villas that sprawled across the island. He looked closer and straightened. Someone was coming up the path.
Quite the someone, it soon became clear.
Terrin had been around the galaxy a bit, but he'd never seen an alien like her. Buxom didn't do her justice. She had the curves of some primal world fertility goddess, her skin a luscious green and the utter unabashed nudity that made her figure only more apparent. Her hair was a riot of red that tumbled around to her lower back, her hips swinging tantalizingly as she approached. Rich, full lips smiled and eyes warmed with pleasant interest as she came to stand before him.
"Welcome, spacer," she said. "I am Ooma, mother of this colony. May I ask your business?"
Terrin gave her a quick look over, but saw no weapons. Nor was she radiating any particular menace, but instead a mild curiosity. This was not to say she was harmless. Many an alien carried subtler danger, but at least Terrin could assume he wasn't about to be killed on sight.
He relaxed a little and smiled uncertainly. "Ah, yes. Good to meet you. Terrin Alliman. Sorry for the abrupt landing. I ran into some trouble on my run..."
Ooma's eyes roamed over his ruin of a ship sympathetically. "So I see. Poor dear," she said, turning her attention back to him. "You've been through so much."
"It had been a bit ah!"
He gasped as he suddenly found himself enfolded in Ooma's arms, hugged against the immense pillows of her breasts. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared as her scent invaded his senses. Something floral and rich. Something that made him even more aware of her curves, if that were possible.
"Shh. There there. It's over now. You're safe here."
Terrin tensed with the instinct to struggle, but held himself back. He was, after all, an intruder on this world. And this show of affection could hardly be called an attack. More of a greeting. And it wasn't all bad. In fact, it was quite...
Soothing.
And truth be told, Terrin had no objection to being squished between a massive pair of alien breasts. So he just... let it happen. Let those soft orbs press against him. The sweet scent of her perfume wash over him.
Best not to offend.
Ooma eased him from her bosom at last, smiling down at him. Terrin was suddenly aware of how tall the lovely alien was. His face only came up to her breasts, and though he doubted she was stronger than him, her curves were appealingly soft.
"Do not fear any longer, Terrin," she said. "We are safe here. Our colony is well hidden, and our defences ample. We pride ourselves on our privacy."
"O-oh. That's... um... smart," he said, knowing it was true. The galaxy was filled with cruelty, and any pirate or slaver would be salivating at the thought of the lovely Ooma in chains. "Then I'd hate to intrude f-for long. Just need to send a distress signal and get my rig fixed up."
"Ah," Ooma said, giggling softly, her breasts jiggling with her mirth, much to Terrin's fascination. "I'm sorry. That will be difficult."
Terrin tensed. "It will?"
"Oh yes. We have no communication array, I'm afraid," she said, smiling. "As I said, privacy is paramount. But not to worry! We have a delivery ship come by every month to drop off supplies we can't get from the island. I'm sure they'd be willing to take you home."
