*All characters are adult aged. This work is not to be read by anyone under the legal age.*
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Troy Wooten was at the controls of the Shield Maiden under his captain's watchful eye. The tigress was pleased with how well the human could fly her ship. She put her hands on his shoulders as he sat in the command chair and her snow white fingers gently massaged him as he brought the ship into the planet's atmosphere. The nose began to glow orange as the shields deflected the friction of entering the troposphere at several thousands of kilometers per hour.
"Increasing bow spoiler thrusters," he told his captain.
"Good, now ease the nose up about ten degrees," she commanded.
"Yes ma'am," he replied. The slender ship shuddered slightly as she slowed and continued her descent.
"So what are we doing on Calax Three anyway? Did Audra determine that this planet holds some archeological clues to the stone?" the inquisitive human asked.
"No. Actually, if anything, we're going to be unloading some of our archeological finds. We need to go shopping," Captain Ember Riley said.
"Shopping?"
"Where do you think your breakfast came from? Thin air?" she asked, leaned forward over the piloting human and began sucking his neck, nibbling occasionally.
"I certainly didn't get lessons like this in basic flight school," he quipped.
"Shame I wasn't your instructor. I'd have given you lots of detentions," she giggled with an aggressive little nip to his neck.
"I've never been on Calax Three, what do I need to know about the planet?"
"It's cosmopolitan; lots of different races and species go there to trade. It also houses some...less than reputable fellows."
"Sounds like my kind of crowd. I won't pack lightly then," he said with a tilt of his head.
"I'm leaving Piper onboard. Anything goes south, she'll bring the Shield Maiden around to pick us up."
"She knows how to fly this ship?"
"She knows which buttons to press at what times," Ember said, though her tone was less than enthusiastic.
"I'll say," Troy said with a smirk.
Within a few minutes Troy successfully landed the Shield Maiden on the space pad near the city of Kalla. He returned to his room to take two pistols, a knife, and the Redirected Pulse Energy pistol his captain gave him. He was wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and a dark gray, hooded overcoat. He looked in the mirror in his room and scratched the dark brown stubble on his square jaw. Staring back at him were dark brown eyes and an unkempt haircut. He looked like a rebel, but this rebel had a cause.
Audra, the purple and white skunk girl, brought the various treasures she found on her archeological digs in the process of searching for the Healing Stone. Suzy, the ship's doctor who was a short and curvy vixen, accompanied Troy, Audra and Ember with the task of shopping for the supplies the crew needed. The door of the Shield Maiden opened, and the busy streets near the space port pad were bustling with merchants of all sorts.
"Hey there, handsome," a Teriliquan hooker said to Troy. She winked with two of her four eyes. Troy politely nodded and continued walking with his crew.
"I've got the very best tar on the planet," a short, human male with slicked back hair said as he hurriedly approached Troy.
"I don't touch that shit," Troy said. "Go poison someone else."
"Suit yourself, comrade, I'll have twenty more people lined up after you to buy this stuff," the man said, giving Troy the finger.
"Fantastic little planet," Troy observed.
"There aren't a lot of places one can go to trade stolen artifacts, Troy. Kalla is one of the better cities on this planet," Audra said.
"Troy, go with Audra and watch over her while she's at the artifacts dealer. I'm going with Suzy to get our supplies," Ember said.
"Yes Captain," Troy said.
"Keep her safe," she whispered in his ear.
The skunk and human entered a shady looking building with boards over most of its windows. It was dusk in Kalla and a light was on in the one frosted window which remained unbroken. Audra seemed nonplussed about the appearance, for she had visited the dealer several times, but Troy kept his hands in his pockets, gripping his pistols with safeties disengaged.
"Audra, so nice to see you again. Where's your captain?" a Szetsisan towering over three meters said as the two entered. They looked like giant praying mantises, but with bright orange shells that had purple cheetah spots on them.
"She's around, Galar. This is Troy Wooten, our newest crew member."
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Wooten. What is it you do on the Shield Maiden?"
"Morale booster," the human said curtly, and didn't remove his hands from his pockets.
"I see your new crew member is suspicious of me. His hands have been pawing those nine millimeter pistols since he entered. Colts?" Galar asked.
"Kimber, and a Smith and Wesson," Troy replied coolly.
"It's alright, Troy. Galar wouldn't dare hurt us. We're too profitable," Audra said.
"She's right, you know, Mr. Wooten. Those pistols would fetch a decent price, being antiques. If you're interested in selling, I've got the credits. Speaking of which, my dear, what have you for us this time?"
Audra opened up the sack and produced various trinkets made from silver, clay pottery, and a golden necklace. "The usual treasures. The usual price, Galar?"
"Not this time, my dear. The authorities have been cracking down on stolen artifacts recently. I'm afraid I'll only be able to pay you three quarters of what I normally would."
"That's a load of ji ji senga, Galar, and you know it!"
"You know how to curse in my tongue, little Audra, but my tongue needs to have food on it just as much as yours does. Three quarters is a fair price; you won't find better in this system. Especially for items in your line of work," Galar warned.
"What authorities?" Troy interrupted.
"What's that, Mr. Wooten?"
"Which authorities are cracking down on your trade?"
"Why, they're mostly human, like you. Military men."
"Any names to them?"
"Ah yes, there was one particularly unpleasant fellow. Carelli...Capelli..."
"Catelli," Troy corrected Galar.
"Yes, that's the one. You know him?"
"He's a gau hana nay," Troy responded.
"I see your friend is as versed in Szetsisan curses as you are, dear Audra," Galar said with a raspy chuckle.
"He's just a barrel full of surprises," the skunk said, turning to look at the human. "I suppose, given the circumstances, three quarters will have to suffice."
"Ever the reasonable one. I always appreciate a fellow archeologist like you, dear," Galar said, taking one of his pincers and caressing the skunk's chin.
"Easy, buddy," Troy said, slightly revealing the gun in his pocket.
"You're blessed to have such a protector watching over you, Audra. I'm just a poor collector, whose security rests in paranoia and good relations. Tell you what, let's say eighty-percent, but only because it's you, and because I can't resist that fluffy tail of yours."
"Thank you Galar," Audra said, taking the money.
"Yeah thanks, Galar, you have yourself a real nice evening now," Troy said as he put his arm over Audra's shoulders and led her back out.
"Come back soon," the dealer said. "If you're ever ready to relinquish those relic firearms for a handsome price, you know where to find me, Mr. Wooten."
