Camryn Price, Captain in the Galactic Police, made it to her bridge at a sprint. Large patches of her Blue and Silver uniform still smouldered from the explosion a few minutes ago. God damned Klanons, she'd lost a third of her crew in that firefight.
Camryn was five eight, with shoulder-length blonde hair and an athletic but feminine build. She was young for a Captain but had risen in the ranks due to her intelligence, hard work, and sheer daring.
"First mate," she shouted, "Make ready for lift off."
"Yes Ma'am," the First mate replied arriving on the bridge just behind her.
The Galactic Police had dispatched her to investigate the mysterious Claw, and she was starting to see why. Ever since the great AI wars no one had entered the forbidden zone and returned. Whatever business he had there it could only spell trouble for the galaxy.
"Get me sensor data," Camryn ordered, "I want to know what's going on out there."
"On it," the sensor officer replied looking over his shoulder, then spinning round to take a second look, "Um Ma'am," he said pointing at her.
Galactic Police uniforms were notoriously tight and figure-hugging. They compressed the female crew's breasts to the point of being androgynous. However, if they were ripped in just the wrong, or the right, place all that compressed flesh burst out.
One smouldering hole in Camryn's uniform was clearly in one of those places and a generous double-D breast had popped out.
"I want visuals," Camryn barked at the officer, stuffing her breast back in as best she could.
"Oh we have those," he whispered, earning himself a furious glare from his Captain.
A digital display appeared across the front of the bridge clearly depicting the entire system. Small symbols marked the space station, the system's primary jump point, secondary jump points, and each of the other ships.
One little penis shape, the Penetrator, was already nearly at the primary jump point.
Half the Breaker Boy's ships and a large luxury yacht had successfully disengaged from the station and were racing after the Penetrator. The yacht was called the Marriet and the Broken Chain had hijacked it several months ago. Every inch on its once majestic hull was now limned with roughly welded torpedo tubes.
Her own ship, the Valiant, and the Klanon's mini destroyer, The Sword Swallower, were pulling away from the station now.
That only left the large sphere, presumably owned by the seven, and a small smugglers ship called the Clit 9 docked. God only knew what either of them was up to.
"The Penetrator is jumping now," the sensor officer announced. His face was still a little flushed from seeing his Captain's breast. "But one of the Breaker Boy's ships is accelerating fast. Jesus, look at that thing go."
An icon marking a Breaker Boy's ship zipped across the screen impossibly fast stopping at the jump point. The Mariana was hot on its tail and arrived just a few minutes later. It slowed rapidly as it approached the gate and dozens of small red explosions symbols appeared all around it.
"Damn," Camryn had to smile at the Breaker Boys' ingenuity, "They've mined the gate." They must have stripped out that ship's jump drives and tuned up it's in-system engines. A smart tactic if you had a large fleet of slow-moving ships.
"Are there any other jump points in this system?" Camryn demanded.
"Our maps show three," her Navigation officer shouted back, "But none of them lead to an optimal route to the Obsentia Station."
Camryn took a deep breath, thinking fast. "Manoeuvrer towards the next best jump point," she decided. "It'll be faster than trying to pick our way through that minefield."
The bridge shook violently.
"Capitan," the Sensor Officer called, holding onto his console for support, "The Klanons are attacking us."
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Bad Apple Betty watched a similar display to Camryn in the cramped cockpit of her own ship, The Pretty Poison. The only difference was while she could see them, they couldn't see her.
The Pretty Poison was a small fighter with in build stealth tech, the perfect ship for a bounty hunter. Betty watched the action unfold across the system, happy to bide her time. Eventually the small smuggling vessel, the Clit 9 disembarked heading to the system's third Jump point.
Betty had recognized Toothless Pete at the meet. If anyone could find a shortcut it was that old relic. She powered up her engines to follow them, or at least she tried to.
"Stupid bloody Twinks," she swore punching the dashboard.
It really wasn't fair, Betty mused getting up. You kill your entire crew once or twice, and you get a reputation as a bad captain. Now she was stuck with a crew of useless drug-addled Twinks.
The moment the cockpit door slid open her world became one of loud music and strobe lighting. Three furry twinks were dancing with one of the Breaker Breaker boys in the corridor. One had a plate covered in long lines of a blue powder, she was offering it to the unfortunate man. He'd be dead by morning.
Twinks weren't a naturally aggressive species, but they were one of the most dangerous in the galaxy. They only reproduced once in their life span but spent their youths collecting genetic material from as many partners as possible. Their entire lives until pregnancy tended to be drug-fuelled orgies.
Squeezing past the dancing group Betty moved deeper into the ship. She passed through the crew quarters, finding another Breaker Boy on one of the bunks. A Twink had its cat-like face wrapped around his cock while two more ran their hands all over his body.
"Yes, yes, yes," the Man moaned as he came in the Twink's mouth. "How about a little break," he panted, but one of the other Twinks was straddling him already. "Auw, come on," he complained.
The problem with Twinks was their lust for genetic material was overpowering. They would lure their victims to parties, fill them to the eyeballs with drugs, then quite literally fuck them to death.
As Betty passed the last door in the crew quarters a hand grabbed onto the corner of the door.
"Please," a third and final Breaker begged, pulling himself along the floor, "No more."
"You knew what you were doing," Betty shook her head and brought her boot down on the man's wrist. He let go of the door and two Twinks pulled him back into the room.
Everyone knew what Twinks did,
There were plenty out there who felt being fucked to death was a good way to die. Most changed their minds halfway through, but by then it was too late. The furry sluts would suck and fuck, until their victims couldn't stand it any longer. Then the feline sluts would fill them up with drugs and carry on anyway. In the end, there was little left but a dried-out grinning husk.
Fat Cath was working in the engine room when Bad Apple Betty stormed in. The heavily pregnant Twink struggled to reach the knobs and dials but persevered. The only time Twinks were vaguely productive was when they were pregnant.
"God damn it Cath," Betty raged, "Why is this ship crawling along like a knee-capped priest in a Sunday School."
"There's only one of me," Cath sighed, "It was easier when we had Sal,"
Saggy Sal, Betty did the naming, had given birth only a few days ago. Twink mothers never survived the birth of their litter, it was a messy affair.
"Those little sluts upstairs are working on it," Betty chuckled, softening slightly "You just try not to pop till they're all good and knocked up."
"I'll try must best," Cath laughed, "For now I can give you full speed, weapons, or stealth, but only one at a time."
"For Christ's sake," Betty cursed.
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"For Christ's Sake," Camryn swore, the entire bridge shaking violently. The Klanons had followed them through the second jump point, firing continually.
"We've lost pressure in the hanger and the entire of sector C," the First Mate said in a remarkably steady voice, "Shields at thirty percent."
"Can we turn and fight?" Camryn demanded, her own fear turning into anger.
"We wouldn't last five minutes against a Klanon destroyer, even a mini one," the Sensor officer said. He turned around and his eyes went wide.
Camryn realized her breast had fallen out again, "Eyes front," she barked, not having time to compose herself "All power to the engines, we need to outrun them."
The bridge lurched again, far more violently than before. Crew members were thrown from their consoles like rag dolls, bouncing around the room.
"What the hell was that?" Camryn clung tightly to her command chair until the ship stopped shaking.
"We were hit by something," the Sensor officer replied dazed, half his face was now covered in blood. "Oh god, it was a boarding pod."
The digital screen burst back into life across the front of the bridge. It now showed footage from one of the ship's corridors. Two large, brown-skinned, Klanon warriors marched down the corridor carrying oversized blasters.
A security team took up defensive positions at the other end of the corridor. The Klanons raised their guns and the footage blurred. When it refocused the security team were all smoking corpses and the Klanons hadn't broken their stride.
"You need to get into your office Ma'am," the First Mate said firmly, drawing his blaster from a waist holster.
"Like hell I do," Camryn drew her own gun, then hesitated. It was a Captain's duty to self-destruct the ship rather than let it fall into enemy hands and the control was in her office. As was an escape pod, Camryn's knuckles whitened on the blaster, she hated the idea of running away.
Looking at her first mate and sensor officer she tried to think of something appropriate to say. A loud explosion robbed her of her chance. The door vanished in a cloud of smoke and Camryn was thrown into the air.
Clambering to her feet she dashed into her office, and the door slid shut behind her. The sound of a fierce battle raged outside the door. Camryn limped over
to her desk and flipped open a small secret compartment. She started punching franticly at the buttons.
Before she could finish the sequence the door disintegrated. Camryn went to draw her gun again and realized she'd lost it in the earlier explosion. The smoke cleared revealing a large Klanon warrior. Behind him, the bridge was littered with dead bodies, including that of the second Klanon.
