Ellie Blackmore, The Space Pirate.
Chapter I
Ellie Blackmore settled back in her captain's chair and perused the bridge of her ore freighter, Remus. Her first mate, Dapa Centauri, whom had formerly served with her in the fighter fleet was doing a fine job piloting the cargo bearing spacecraft, her slim fingers gently caressing the controls while swinging the ship about and setting course for their destination, planet Lochnar. Ellie's cargo was gold bearing ore, mined from planet Au XXII and used in the electronics and computer industry as it had been for centuries.
Ellie winced as sharp pain flared in both her knees and she gingerly rubbed them with her hands. Just last year she'd been a captain in the Space Force as a flight leader in Fighter Squadron XVIII of the Convoy Protection Wing, assigned to escort ore freighters as they delivered their cargo to the factories where computer chips and wiring were manufactured for the thousands of space ships built each year on Lochnar.
Piracy was a huge problem in the galaxy and her job had been to ensure the shipments assigned to her and her squadron were delivered securely and on time. She'd been in hot pursuit of a fleeing pirate ship when it abruptly maneuvered directly in front of her craft and she'd smacked it right up the tailpipe. The resulting impact had fractured both her legs and knocked her completely unconscious. Her wingman eliminated the pirate craft with well aimed plasma cannon fire, then performed a daring rescue before her craft lost it's hull integrity, thereby saving her life. Consequently, she'd been sacked as a fighter pilot due to her injuries, and after healing up had been reassigned as a freighter captain, much to her embarrassment and dismay.
At twenty four Earth years old, she still had a long life ahead of her, and although she'd been robbed of her chosen career, she was determined to make the best of what fate had handed her. She watched as Dapa pushed the throttles forward, taking a deep breath as the g-forces slowly pressed her back in her seat. Dapa turned and gave Ellie a sweet smile before returning her gaze to her screen.
She was one of the best helmsmen around and she knew it, she was also the most beautiful Tuarian that Ellie had ever met. Cute, little green horns curled upward out of her long, blue hair and a lithe prehensile tail poked out of her uniform just above her pert little bottom. Her frame was nearly identical to Ellie's human body, but sported a huge set of firm breasts that dwarfed her captain's, much to Ellie's chagrin. She wore a coat of fine, eggshell colored hair that grew so close to her skin it was almost impossible to see the individual strands, resulting in the softest, finest fur in the galaxy. It even covered her full breasts, minus her hard, pink nipples of course. If a male of any species could bag a Tuarian girl it ensured bragging rights for the rest of his life, however, Tuarian chicks were notoriously picky about their perspective mates and consequently they enjoyed the company of highly attractive females more often than not.
Ellie herself was an Earthling although she'd been born on Mars, thanks to her her great grandfather who'd been one of the original colonists of the red planet. She'd inherited his coal black hair, but her lily white skin and perpetually full, red lips was a gift from her mother. Pale as a ghost, she garnered looks of amazement at the contrast of her hair and skin, always a surprise to the aliens who generally wore the colors of a rainbow. Whenever she was exposed to one sun or another, she developed embarrassing freckles on her cheeks and nose that everyone else thought was adorable, but her, not so much. Her breasts were on the small side while her firm, slightly bulbous ass was her best feature in her opinion. At five feet six inches of height and 135 pounds in Earth measurements, she was on the tall side of her crew members whom were all female. Running freight routes seemed to be more and more a job resigned to females rather than males, as the men preferred the excitement of flying star fighters, or the larger star cruisers.
After a couple Earth hours of travel, Ellie sighed and closed her eyes as a flashback of her accident played itself in her tired brain. She felt the fine hair above her ear gently stir and the familiar, sweet scent of Dapa filled her nostrils. Small but strong hands began massaging her tense shoulders and she relaxed in anticipation of a quick rubdown. Unbeknownst to her, Dapa had been angling for an excuse to get her nude on a massage table, but hadn't quite finagled the situation in her favor.
"Relax, Captain. I'll take care of you," Dapa whispered in her oddly cute accent. She was always affectionate towards Ellie, too much sometimes considering she was in the enlisted ranks, but Ellie let her get away with it, especially if they were alone on the bridge. Ellie liked men, at least that's what she told herself, but she'd never been in a relationship with one. Officer candidate training, then flight school had filled her early professional years, then after earning top honors, she'd been immediately assigned to her squadron. Perhaps now that she'd slowed down a bit she might pursue a romance, she thought to herself longingly. Dapa, on the other hand had been around the galaxy several times. Her tales of sleeping with male and female alike had filled Ellie's thoughts and dreams for many restless nights.
Fighting the urge to nod off under Dapa's warm hands, Ellie opened her eyes and glanced at her nav screen. As the flight plan called for, she observed that their six escort fighters were in formation and holding steady on course. Everything looked fine and on schedule so she heaved a quiet sigh of relief. Loading the ore had taken a long time and she'd overseen the entire process, leaving nothing to chance. She wanted to sleep badly but had one more chore to perform, inspect their personal handheld weapons. The convoy protection fighters were their main defense against pirates and company policy allowed her crewmen only shoulder fired weapons that were kept in a secure armory.
Dapa's gentle touch left her as she stood and made her way to the arms room, her steps ringing on the metal floor as she strode down the passageway. When she peered in the retinal scanner, the door slid back with a slight swooshing sound and she stepped inside. The plasma rifle was her favorite tool and she caressed the stock of her personal weapon. She'd excelled with it in officer school and was a dead shot, to the point that she'd won a few close combat matches and the respect of many a male squad mate.
Suddenly, the overhead lights dimmed, then turned red while a klaxon horn bleated loudly, nearly deafening her. Immediately, she thought it was a drill, then realized that it couldn't be as she was the one who'd have initiated it. It took only a few seconds before Dapa's voice came over the PA system.
"Attention all crew members. We're under attack by pirates. Four escort fighters are lost and two are crippled. Prepare to repel boarders. I repeat, prepare to repel boarders," Dapa's voice said calmly.
Ellie locked the armory door open and rapidly loaded her rifle. When her crewmen started to appear, she assigned a lieutenant to hand out weapons and quickly ran for the bridge.
Again, Dapa's voice rang out. "The outer hull has been breached by the pirates. Standby for close contact."
Ten yards in front of Ellie, the inner bulkhead suddenly exploded into the passageway blowing her flat on her back. Ears ringing and groggy as hell, she rolled over, and with an immense effort pointed her rifle down the hall. Three armored figures appeared through the smoke and she toppled them like ten pins, her plasma bolts slicing them nearly in half as she took them down from left to right.
A fourth figure appeared and before she could fire, a bolt from his sidearm slammed into her rifle and blew the magazine off the receiver. She fumbled for another while still groggy from the explosion, but the pirate was on her in a second. His big hand gripped both the rifle and her arm and twisted hard. She screamed in agony as her lower arm bones parted with a horrible snapping sound and her vision went white hot from pain. He dropped down to straddle her torso and began punching her in the face.
The first one broke her nose badly and the second one crushed her left eye and orbital socket. It hurt so bad she couldn't scream, only grunts of agony came from her shattered face. He ripped her jacket open and with her remaining eye she saw her breasts reflected in his faceplate as he gazed down at her pink nipples.
