Disclaimers: This story picks right up from Part 1. All characters are over 18, even the alien constructs. This story features dickgirls and bisexual college-aged girls doing it in outer space. Non-consent may crop up as this tale continues. That's just my taste, if you don't like it, please select another story or author to enjoy!
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Josie woke from her nap feeling alert, refreshed and relaxed. She swung her long legs out of bed and found her slippers waiting.
The thought of studying crossed her mind, but she decided to put it off and grab a bite to eat.
She walked to the fore on the passenger deck, turned the corner and made another left, into the little dining room that also served as the crew lounge. It was a fairly cozy room, dominated by a humble, even homely round yellow table. Leifa and Macy were there, playing footsie with Chester.
Chester, the half man, half bear was captain of the
Amphitryon
.
"Good morning sleepy!" Leifa said. "I hope you enjoyed your nap."
Josie nodded and smiled, stepping over the bench to take a seat at the table.
"You know I finally calculated our ages out in Earth years. Want to know?" Leifa seemed excited.
Josie nodded.
"Okay, how old?"
"First, guess!"
"Well, I don't know, but --"
"Guess!" Leifa giggled.
Josie knew that Avashai did not age on the exterior, but they could live to be 400 years old.
"Well, uh, about a hundred years for Macy, and um, fifty for you? No, forty."
"Wow! You got me, I'm 39.3 years old," said Leifa. "Way off on Macy though."
Josie turned to Macy.
"322.4 Earth years." Macy stated proudly.
Josie's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Wow!"
"You know," Macy began, taking on a very motherly tone of voice, "I have seen and heard a lot. So, as much as you seem content to do all that research on your own, why not ask me?"
"Well I'd love to but, I mean, I have so much to learn, and you two are always busy—"
"Josie," Chester broke in, "Aren't you trying to buy their freedom?"
Josie nodded, but now the implication was obvious: Time that the Avashai spent helping Josie was time spent helping themselves to freedom. Hardly an imposition on the Avashai.
"I don't mind if you try to get as much learning out of Macy as possible. Is that clear?"
Josie nodded. She had been too afraid to ask.
"It's not going to be easy. Jink made his money by saving everything. He ran a mining outpost for at least 80 years, and it was extremely lucrative, and then he went into hock to buy these girls. We have less than half a year. I think we can do it, but we need a plan."
"I'm open to suggestions," Josie said.
"We can't haul much freight, and the talk shows don't pay enough either. Have you given any thought to mining?"
"That's one of the top jobs,
if
you have an Juggernaut or whatever, and we don't."
As she spoke, Bonnie entered the room and sat down to listen in on the conversation. She waved and smiled weakly, having just returned from Earth using her teleportation beacon. They nodded in greeting while Chester continued to speak.
"I have some connections in Sector 18. You could start out doing some freelance mining with one of the big mining syndicates. I could start you out in SG-Juggernaut simulators today."
"Mining is huge money," Leifa added. "Alhani are always willing to buy raw materials, especially heavy metals. But it's not too popular in some worlds because it takes a lot of capital and it's a lot of work. SG-Juggernauts rarely sit idle."
"Well that's what I was thinking. Time is money, how do we possibly make money when the owner is going to charge us a million or more notes per hour just to use his Juggernaut?"
"Wow, you
have
been doing your research," Macy said.
"Leave that to me," Chester said.
Josie nodded quietly. There was something else on her mind, but she couldn't come out and say it yet.
"I missed it. What are those SG-Juggernaut things you guys are talking about?" asked Bonnie.
"Well," Macy replied, "a Super-Gravity Juggernaut is a mining vehicle designed to retrieve heavy metals from the surface of a gas giant. In your solar system there are several gas giants, the biggest being Jupiter and Saturn. These are some of the most inhospitable places that current technology can take a person. Juggernauts not only withstand the gravity of a greater gas giant, they can keep a pilot inside isolated from the deadly gravity and radiation."
"Wow," Bonnie breathed.
"Isn't it amazing? A machine that can survive and operate on the surface of a world like Jupiter!" Josie bounced in her chair.
"It flies using a combination of thrusters and anti-gravity," Macy continued. "It can also walk on two or more legs. Its exterior is made of special alloys that stay hard when superheated, and it has heat sinks galore to blast the heat out."
Chester nodded.
"Usually in the front," he added in his gravelly baritone, "There's a mandibular section that cuts up hardened metals or holds liquids in place so that they can be teleported. All the materials go up to an orbital space station, just like Jink's. The station then sells it to the freighter for a price, keeps three or four percent, and the rest gets paid into your account."
"But how are we going to get free time on one of those things?" Josie asked once more. "Just renting them is super expensive!"
The bearkin grinned, showing sharp rows of teeth.
"I got lots of free time with these Avashai, didn't I? Like I said, leave it to me."
***
Shortly before the moon sank below the horizon, Renee and Kirsten teleported back on to the ship. Kirsten created quite a stir, however, when she used her teleporter beacon to teleport her and someone else.
Chester's display showed an unexpected individual on board his ship, and he rushed over to the scene.
"Kirsten," Chester said in his most grumbling and grouchy tone, "Didn't I tell you not to take anyone with you?" He sized up the gentleman, who was in his early forties and seemed only a little surprised to see a talking bear man.
"Excuse me, my name is Kyle. You must be the Captain," he said to Chester. Then the Avashai walked into the room, nude and perfect as always, and Kyle's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Get him into seclusion. Kirsten, I told you--"
"He's family! He's my dad, and I took him with me because there just wasn't anything for him on Earth anymore."
"After I lost my job, I got served with divorce papers. It's been tough," he said, but Chester just glared at him and his voice trailed off.
"Nevermind. You're here, in the
Amphitryon
which means you take orders from me. You will proceed to your quarters immediately, and I will call for you soon. I hope you said your goodbyes, because we're leaving Earth and who knows when or if we are coming back."
"Kirsten explained everything, Captain, sir," Kyle offered.
"Nuts. Well, let me make a report to the Behtorian Security Outpost. Maybe Lieutenant Talon can help cover you tracks."
Chester, Macy and Leifa went to the helm. Chester sat down in the hot seat and hailed the outpost on a secure, encrypted frequency.
There was no answer. It was unusual but these things were bound to happen with only one person manning the outpost. Everyone needed their privacy at some point. The bearkin growled in annoyance and made a note to himself to call again before they reached the wormhole.
"I thought you handled that well," Macy said, rubbing the fur along Chester's neck and jowls.
"Truly," Leifa added, closing the cockpit doors. She moved in front of him and crouched down between his legs.
"It seems you have a bit of frustration you need to let out," Macy said.
"Yeah," Leifa breathed, reaching up to undo Chester's belt buckle, "Why don't you take that anger out on me?" She licked her lips as she deftly undid his pants and freed his cock.
Just then, Nina's voice came out over the intercom. "Hello? It's Nina, I'm looking for Leifa."
"Right here," Leifa said.
"I need your help with TeeGee," Nina said.
"Can you give me a little while?"
"Sure! Oh sorry! I hope I am not interrupting anything. I'll be waiting in my room when you get a chance."
"Okay!"
