Larik'Ni had been many things in her life. She'd been a daughter, an orphan, an exile, and a bored flight controller. But now, after the arrest of Governor Jolek, she found herself as something she never expected to be; a leader.
Larik'Ni, a woman who had been banished from her homeworld for the crime of living when her family had died, was now the governor of planet Haven. The teal skinned Birran didn't want the job, but she had been chosen unanimously by the other residents of the small planet. "But I am no politician," she had protested. "I am not qualified."
It was the fact that she wasn't a politician that made her so popular. Governor Jolek was willing to sell out anyone to get ahead. They knew Larik'Ni would never do that. They also knew that she was one of the smartest people on Haven; the way in which she helped James Barret and Endira Vas escape was proof enough of that.
So now Larik'Ni was the leader of a community of misfits and exiles; of people who had no place on their homeworlds, so they made a place for themselves.
She was also a very busy woman. Since becoming governor, more and more people had been coming to Haven. "If only we were this busy when I was a flight controller," she was often heard saying. Ships and new members of the community were arriving daily, and now Larik'Ni was off to meet with one of these new arrivals. The message had been vague, but that was nothing new. Many individuals came to Haven to get away from the law, since it was not part of any recognized group. In fact, the Tref system was in unclaimed space, making it the perfect place to start up any sort of criminal enterprise.
Larink'Ni sincerely hoped this wasn't a person looking to bribe her. She had no desire to sell her soul for a handful of credits. "Your appointment is in your office, Governor," Larik'Ni's assistant said when she walked in the room.
"Thank you, Benjamin," the reluctant leader said. "Please hold my calls."
When she entered her office, Larik'Ni was met by a woman her height completely enshrouded by a long grey cloak. Her face was obscured by a large hood.. "Thank you for seeing me, Governor."
"Of course," Larik'Ni said, taking her seat. She motioned for her guest to do the same, but she remained standing. "Please have a seat."
The mystery woman didn't even look to see where her chair was, she simply glided over to it and sat down. "My name is Lakett Zira, and I am in need of your assistance, Governor. As leader of Haven, you have contacts with other governments, do you not?"
"I do. But there are no embassies here. Haven does not have any formal diplomatic ties with any world or confederation. What government are you trying to contact?"
"Earth," the woman said in a matter of fact voice. "Earth and Muldax Prime, actually. I must reach Earth as soon as possible. I have information that is vital to the restoration of the Muldaxian Commonwealth, and to Earth averting an all out war with the Verokk Imperium."
"That may be a difficult proposition," Larik'Ni sighed. "Even now the Imperium is keeping a close watch on us, despite the nearby Coalition patrols."
"I can help with that."
Larik'Ni quirked an eyebrow. "Really? How?"
The woman removed her hood, revealing a face like polished marble. "Because I am a Verokk."
Endira Vas sat nervously in front of the communications panel in her sister-in-law's home. She had just connected with the Muldaxian Embassy in Stockholm Sweden, and was waiting for the other side to answer. There was someone on duty at all times due to the different time zones on Earth, and on other planets in the Coalition.
The panel sprang to life and created an image of a male face with gold eyes and purple skin. "Thank you for calling the Muldaxian Embassy on Earth," the man said in a polite tone. "How may I direct your call?"
"My name is Endira Vas," she said. "I was hoping you had information on my family." This was the third time Vas had called in as many days. The answer was always the same.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Endira," the man said after consulting with his computer. "There's no new information."
Vas closed her eyes and sighed. "Thank you," she said before closing the channel.
Jackie Barret, the twin sister of Vas's bond mate, came up behind her. "I'm sorry."
Vas tried her best to smile. "I just hope James is having better luck finding a new ship than I am tracking down my family."
The Moon was the first world humankind ever visited. Back in the late Twentieth Century, using technology that would be considered beyond archaic, humans did the impossible by sending men to the lunar surface and returning them to their home planet.
Now, hundreds of years later, there were many thriving domed cities on the Moon. In one of those domes was Artemis Station; considered the best shipyard in the Sol System. It was here that James Barret, with the help of Charlene "Charlie" Ross, was trying to find a new ship to replace the destroyed Arrowhead.
Barret had been standing closely behind Charlie's seat as she looked over the different ships she had access to. His hot breath on the back of her neck always drove her wild. Usually he did it on purpose, breathing on her neck, and her ears, doing his best to make Charlie's pussy throb and grow wetter.
Today, though, he was too focused on a ship to notice. Charlie had no intention of letting him get her hot and bothered without doing something about it. She had Barret right where she wanted him; sitting on her desk with his pants and underwear bunched around his ankles and his cock in her hungry mouth.
Charlie happily sucked and licked Barret's shaft, eliciting moans and groans of pleasure from her sometimes lover. Barret had long since take off his shirt, and Charlie had unzipped and partially removed her coveralls, revealing a plain white bra contrasting against her dark skin. "This isn't finding a new ship," Barret panted.
"Do you want me to stop?" Charlie playfully asked while she stroked his cock and fondled his balls.
"What do you think?" Barret smirked.
Charlie slowly stood and stripped off the rest of her clothing. "I think you want to bend me over my desk and fuck me silly." To prove her point Charlie spread her legs and bent over her desk, ready for him to take her.
Barret smirked at her. "Are you sure that's not what you want?"
"Who says the two have to be mutually exclusive?" she asked playfully as she reached between her legs and spread her wet lips open.
Barret didn't take the bait. He slowly and calmly knelt behind her and gently brushed her clit with his tongue, making Charlie squirm and shudder. "You like that?"
"You know I do," she said impatiently. "Don't tease me."
"But teasing is so much fun," he replied after lightly blowing across her slit. "You know you're enjoying this." Barret again extended his tongue and traced the edges of her lips with it, stopping just as he came to her swollen clit.
"James," Charlie mewed. "Please..."
"Please what?"
"Please just fuck me. I need it. Please just fuck me..."
Barret smiled. He always knew how to get her to ask for it. He stood and ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit a few times before slowly inserting himself into her. "Is that what you want?"
