What to expect:
All characters eighteen plus. In fact the youngest is twenty-nine.
This started with me wanting to write some kinky sci-fi lesbian smut, but it kinda grew out of hand. And it became a very long kinky sci-fi lesbian romantic adventure story thing, that also touches on trauma, coping mechanisms, and reevaluating what kind of person one wants to be and what they want from their life.
Like I said, grew out of hand.
So fair warning, this is a VERY slow burn. And despite the fact there is a FMF sex scene in the first chapter, I promise that the rest of it is FF only.
There is no extreme violence in this, sexual or otherwise. Everything sexual that happens to these characters is consensual. And while one of my protagonists does suffer injuries, they are not gratuitous, graphic, or life altering.
This entire thing is also written within the setting of the online video game Elite Dangerous, simply because I find it a well realized, fleshed out, and compelling sci-fi setting. I do not use specific characters, events, or locations from the game, and I have done my best to write this so you don't need to know anything about it (and in fact I have taken some liberties). I believe I've given explanations for all the important stuff. And even if I haven't, this story is much more about a pair of women than it is about the galaxy they live in.
That's it. Thanks for reading. I genuinely would love feedback. I hope you enjoy it!
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The slave walked slowly down the dimly lit metal corridors of the Megaship: surrounded by hundreds of men and women like her, all marching in obedient silence. The only sound was the chorus of so many pairs of magnetic boots rhythmically powering and depowering with each step: allowing them to walk despite the lack of gravity. Even so she had to fight to keep the faint smile off her lips: she had always enjoyed the sensation of her short hair bouncing along while weightless. It reminded her of videos she had seen as a child of undersea plantlife moving in the currents.
As they entered into the main cargo hold, she took in just how colossal these ships truly were. Deck upon deck of open metal pods sat in neat rows and stretching off into the distance. Citizen attendants moved between them: calmly and coldly helping a single slave into each one.
Upon reaching her own assigned pod she reached inside, opening the small locker located beneath the seat. She took the small bundle she held and carefully stowed it away before removing the toolbelt that hung around her waist. Her eyes dwelled on it for a long moment, until it too was slipped inside the locker, joining the only other possessions she had in the galaxy. She closed the lid with a heavy click.
The only other feature inside the pod was the padded seat molded directly into the interior, complete with a waist and chest harness to keep the occupant safely in place. But Imperial protocols were clear, and the slave was happy to wait: standing patiently as she watched the activity around her. Slaves dressed identically to herself one by one were calmly helped inside their pods, only for a moment later the pod to let out a gentle hiss as the occupant was peacefully put into cryostasis.
It was only a few moments before one of the attendants had made their way to her. An older woman, dark hair tied tightly back in a bun and with a stern expression. She scanned the designation off the pod, looking down at her personal display as the slave was checked against the ship's manifest.
"ET4H2-5C?" the woman asked rhetorically.
"Yes Ma'am. At your service," the slave replied, standing at attention with her spine perfectly straight, eyes ahead, and hands clasped behind herself.
"There's a note here that your presence is requested in Supervisor Korpick's quarters before being stowed for the voyage," the woman said simply.
"Right away, Ma'am. Thank you," the slave replied, but made no more to depart.
"Then unless you require directions to his quarters, you are dismissed," the woman said disinterestedly as she moved onto the next waiting pod.
"I do not. Thank you Ma'am," the slave offered quietly before relaxing her stance and turning away: her hair bouncing with every step.
ET4H2-5C had made a habit of pouring over the blueprints of every ship the Empire used, and as such knew the locations of everything aboard the Megaship. But even if she hadn't, she still would have known the way. It was far from the first time she had made the walk to the Supervisor's quarters. And with most slaves having already been stowed away the hallways were empty enough it wasn't long before she was knocking softly against the metal doorway emblazoned with Supervisor Korpick's name.
The door slid back with a hiss, revealing the small but palatial apartment within. The luxurious interior stood in stark contrast to the rest of the ship, but Supervisor Korpick had always been determined to enjoy every benefit his position could provide. Although his vision of luxury was certainly terrestrial, considering his apartment was adorned with fine furniture that one would struggle to use while weightless.
"Hello Sir. ET4H2-5C at your service as requested," the slave announced politely, returning to her attention position despite being the only one in the room.
