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Dana punched the latest coordinates in the ship's navigation. An inconspicuous exoplanet within the habitable zone of a nearby system. She sighed, what was she up to this time?
Her bounty in question was Jeelian Fenton, a rookie that had been rising through the ranks in thievery, fraud and data apprehension. She knew her well, been following for quite a while. Now was the time to make a decisive move, spent too long running behind cold tracks.
She fired up the FTL engines, and the slight real-space acceleration jerked her in her seat. Finding a ship that had a drive with complete matter isolation was beyond her budget. Not that she'd change her Beetlehog. The copper-coloured spacecraft was a thing of acquired taste, somehow packing enough space for a miniscule bathroom, small kitchen, bed and warehouse for weapons and supplies.
The bed seemed like a good option at the moment, she'd been combing through data for hours and needed some well-earned sleep. After a few hours her ship computer woke her up. She found a nice secluded spot to land, close to her mark's last coordinates, but not too close. Put on her ATA suit and stepped out into the overgrown wilderness. All Terrain Activities was not an overstatement, her suit could potentially withstand corrosive, ballistic and even near vacuum environments. She had pried it from an unconscious past bounty that relied heavily on it and gave her much trouble.
--Air composition: 72% nitrogen, 28% oxygen, and traces of argon, methane and sulphur--
The synthetic voice of the suit came through.
Well
, she thought,
no use depleting energy and oxygen reserves
. She opened the visor to let a fresh breath in. Refreshing. This was a realm of greenery, with almost no human activity. Sometimes she preferred such calm to being with others.
The bounty hunter set off, following the ping of last position, blaster ready to fire at moment's notice. The plates of her suit shifting, sliding across one another, minimizing the soft space at their boundaries. It was a special material that hugged her tight body, able to rearrange itself, providing enough protection, but keeping things lightweight. After a while she reached a small man-made bunker, a heavy door blocking her way, with a panel beside it. She clipped the panel open, sticking a small cable to the side of it and let the suit do its thing.
--Loading Dictionary Attack Protocols...Evaluating...Existence of log files containing similar protocols in device memory. How to proceed?--
Damn, she thought, that girl was fast. She had arrived sooner, hacked the door, and left the password somewhere in that file.
No time for messing around
.
"Get the access from the file, fast."
The door opened within a few seconds, a stale smell of inorganic test materials permeating the space. Dana scanned the rooms, a small movement behind a desk catching her eye. She moved on, pretending to not see it, and then knocked the entire thing to the side, revealing a woman.
"Woah, woah, ok, ya got me," Jeelian raised her hands up startled. Her crouched form began to stand up. Around her late twenties, brown wavy hair, freckles and a wiry body, a wrist-mounted computer in her right hand.
"What is this place?" Dana asked.
"Come on, make a guess, keep the game going."
"..."
"Aww, how banal. Well, looks like a lab to me, the job was to procure some samples and send them to a rival company for analysis, yadda yadda."
"How long have you been here?"
"Long enough for you to come along and ruin the fun."
"You've been getting sloppy. Be glad it was me and not somebody else."
"Ooh, I'll make sure to remember it," Jeelian sneered. "Tell me now, how did you get in?"
It suddenly dawned on her, the log files, they were trapped.
"My, my, wasn't that convenient?"
Jeelian touched her wrist pad and a torrent of visuals and audio overflowed Dana's helmet display. She winched and tossed away her helmet. The hacker was running and tossing cabinets behind her. Dana followed, shaking off her disorientation, closed the distance and jumped on the woman. They both struggled for a while, but the hunter's physical prowess was apparent. That didn't stop the other from flailing her leg, knocking the side of a desk. That caused a vial to fall on Dana's neck, and she screamed as a burning sensation spread all over her back, permeating her body.
That bought a few moments to Jeelian, she ran outside and threw a last guilty glance at the woman on the floor. As she saw her move and slowly get up, she felt relief, but left quickly ran outside.
Dana's entire body burned from the inside, her suit was powered off, and her bounty was running away. She had worse days, but that was no excuse. Gathering her bearings she stepped outside, only to see the girl scooting off on some modified grav bike.
Another day
, she thought.
On the Beetlehog she failed to fully restore the suit, seemed like that hacker lady had fried some basic subsystems, and completely erased her tracks. She grunted, one problem at a time. She did manage to enable the suit's biometric scanner. She ran a few tests, looks like she was in the clear, whatever that vial that fell on her was, it didn't cause any damage.
Any apparent, at least
, she noted. She felt deeply exhausted, and fell asleep.
Dana woke up warm and thirsty. Did she catch anything? Was it the vial? But it didn't show any obvious microbial signs. She'd have to visit a doc. Maybe after she left her suit to get fixed. She smiled, remembering the cute engineer at the bay she frequented, leaving the Beetlehog for repairs.
Her hand travelled lower, finding purchase at her nethers. She stopped. Didn't normally wake up like this. Oh well, why not, had plenty of travel time to kill.
She undressed, uncovering her modest breasts and pert butt. Her fingers ran around her small bush, teasing her moist hole. Her own body complained and urged her to slip some fingers in. Today was more intense than usual, her mouth unusually active. She preferred to do her business and get it over with, quietly and efficiently, even when nobody was watching. Today however, she couldn't help but moan and mewl, every vocalization heightening her arousal. She wanted to stop, get a towel or something, not soil her bedsheets, but she couldn't, not now. The pleasure was too great.
Her hand rubbed her breast and taut abs, pinching a hard nipple. She yelped, taken aback by the intense sensations. Her legs spasmed as she reached her climax, her hungry hand kept going relentless, granting her more chained orgasms. At the point she felt like slipping away, she stopped, wobbly and powerless.
Holy shit
, she thought. It had never been like that before. That hunger she felt for a moment subsided. Her body was working through a lot, so she let tender sleep take her.
The ship woke her up again. This time she came to with greater difficulty. Her head and legs were like full of lead, constantly banging like drums. She also felt a general bloating sensation. Hadn't gotten to put on any clothes. Nothing too weird here, she sometimes slept in the nude. But her body felt different. Dana felt her breasts and ass, her mind believing she had more mass than usual. Would certainly have to visit a doc. Right after Tristan, the engineer. She licked her dry lips. So thirsty.
"Well, sorry to break it to ya, but your suit's a bit fried in the soft." The engineer's voice was kind and warm. He could talk you through hundreds of credits cost in repairs and you'd still think he was telling you a bedtime story.
I'd do much more than hear a story in bed.
Dana cringed at her thought.
Get your shit together girl. He's cute, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
She swallowed hard trying to keep away those thoughts.
"Can't you do anything?"
"Well, I can replace the burnt capacitors and stuff, but I can't bring back all the subroutines, I'm afraid some are corrupted." He put the old dusty consoles aside and wiped some grease off his broad shoulder. The small tank top he was wearing left little to imagination of his large, muscular stature.
"What about the ship?"
"Beetlehog's in fine shape, just gonna do some typical service. What about you? How are you holding up?"
Dana walked slowly towards him, she wanted to pay him, that's all, trying to ignore this flaming heat. She reached her hand holding the creds, Tristan grabbed it, and cupped it with both. They were so large and warm, so calming. She needed them. Everywhere.
"Dana..."
The bounty hunter almost fell to his embrace, her unusually flustered face rose up to meet his, locking in a kiss that had been teased a long back. Tristan didn't hurry, the bay would be empty for hours, and Dana deserved all the time in the world. Dana on the other hand, wanted it now.
She ran her hands across his big body, almost rubbing her crotch on him. What the hell was she doing? Didn't care right now, she wanted him, bad.
Her moans in his mouth heightened his arousal, her body tingled at his firm touch, perhaps a little more than normal. Her mind was overrun, unable to form coherent thoughts, other than immediate sex.
Skilled hands unburdened each other from vestments and they ended up on a workshop desk. Tristan kneeled down, tasting the woman's folds, as she let orgasmic breaths.
"Stars, your tongue, ah. More, mmm give me more."
He obliged, making her clench her entire body in ecstatic delight. Again, that tingle, stronger. But still, didn't matter, she had a taste, now she wanted it all. Dana spread her legs, shifting on the desk. "I want you inside Tris," presenting her inviting hole.
He rubbed his head at the opening, sampling her moist labia. Looking into her eyes he thrusted in, entering with nearly no resistance. He was girthy,
filling me up good,
she thought, almost feeling like a whore.
