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The Star Lancer sliced through the fabric of warp space, the multi-colored waves pouring over her white hull like a spear piercing a rainbow fog. Captain Koshka Thorne and her crew decided to implement a plan that could lead them to their quarry, Captain Cortes. Out in the far reaches of the Jupiter sphere, drifts a mining asteroid, alone and isolated. The perfect next target for the Curse of Cortes, for in the bowels of this floating rock; an Icarus Society member lays dormant. The Star Lancers surmise, Maximilian Duepont could likely be the next target, and believing the Star Lancer could outrun the Queen's Revenge, hoped to get there first.

The Star Lancers

The Curse of Cortes

Episode 4: Those Red Eyes

Thomas walked onto the bridge of the Star Lancer, it was dark and the air cool, with but the glow of the various consoles to light the room. He was having trouble sleeping and thought a walk would calm his nerve, he found himself here. The bridge seemed vacant and walked around to gaze over the controls. Suddenly he was spooked when he came to the pilot's station, finding Crystal, wrapped in a blanket, staring at him. "Hey." Thomas jumped a little, a chill crawling up his back. "By Jupiter's eye, you scared the hell out of me!" Crystal smiled. "Well that's what you get for sneaking around." Thomas corrected his posture and glared back at her. "I was not 'sneaking' around. I'm having a stroll. I find it calms my nerves." Crystal threw off her blanket revealing her scantly clad self, a fine body hidden by nothing but her panties and a cropped tank top.

Thomas averted his eyes and took a step back. Crystal jumped from her pilot chair and walked over to the captain's command chair and sat down. "What are you nervous about? Are you worried what Celesti has to say about you?" She said with a wry smile. This made Thomas surprised. "Wh...what? What did she say about me? I have nothing to be ashamed of!" He said defensibly. Crystal folded her legs and made her fingers touch tips. "SO, it is true. That impressive package you're carrying around? Must be all that blue blood." Thomas looked mortified, was the ship gynoid secretly the ship gossip? "How...did Celesti say something?" Crystal gave a wide smile and pointed at him. "Ha, so it is true, let's unleash the beast, I want to see!" Thomas shrunk from the spunky pilot. She stood from the command chair and slowly walked toward him with a big smile. Thomas made a look of concern. "Wh...what are you doing? I'm your employer remember!"

Elsewhere on the ship, Lyra examined the knife she had taken from the galley, when she came aboard, she was disarmed. She looked at the warn blade and thought hard about plunging it into Koshka's chest. Her hate filled thoughts were not devoid of reason, how would she get off the ship when the deed was done? Lyra had been leaning against a wall of the ship's corridor, always on the move throughout the ship. She had refused to sleep in the cabin given to her by Koshka, believing it may contain some sort of trap or alternative purpose, of which she was convinced, or at least convinced herself that Koshka was up to something. Admittedly she was getting tired of constantly staying on the alert and told herself that she needed to make a move sooner rather then later.

Suddenly Lyra heard a noise close by and she snapped to, pushing off of the wall and pointed the utensil at Celesti who stood there with a smile and glowing heart shaped eyes. Lyra took a breath letting her heart slow down. "Ah, the robot. Why don't you make noise when you walk around?" Lyra relaxed some as the gynoid's smile stretched to show teeth. "I am very, very sneaky." Lyra tucked the knife into her shorts and exhaled. "I can tell. What do you want? or do you wonder the ship when no one is using you?" Celesti stepped forward, her large free floating tits jiggled with her movement. "I was made aware not long ago, that I am in charge of welcoming new crew on the ship. So I had to find you in between my other duties." Lyra took a step back. "What does that mean? What are you doing?"

In the ship's peeping tom room (For lack of a better name for this officially unused technical storage room.) Some of the crew had gathered to watch the sexy goings on aboard ship. They shared snacks and watched the four holo-screens before them with glee. "The ship is busy tonight." One said. "I'm telling you, we should be selling holo-recordings, we would make good money." Another called out, pointing to the first holo-screen.

The first screen showed the captain's cabin. For whatever reason the captain had invited Chef Anya in, possibly to talk about captain's privileges. Koshka, Anya and Rose were together, their soft bodies pressed together as they had a three way make out session. Their tongue touching with every kiss. Koshka unclasped her top around her neck and pulled the armored cups aside letting her big tits bounce free as Rose grabbed one and started sucking a perky nipple. A hand sliding down Rose's soft ass, Anya apron being pulled down, unleashing her heavy huge tits, that dwarfed the other girls.

The second screen showed the med-lab. A crewman laying on one of the examination table, holding onto the rising and falling hips of a naked Dr. Einstat. Hands against his chest as she rode him, her tits bouncing for him as her ass jiggled, soft pussy sliding on a hard big cock. The third screen showed the dark hallway the gynoid found Lyra. Celesti had wrapped her arms around the dangerous rogue as they kissed, their tongues mingling while he gynoid squeezed Lyra's big tits from behind, fingers tantalizing her hard nipples. Sticking out from between Lyra's thigh gap was the gynoid's thick futa cock, the mere fabric of her shorts separating it from the warm pleasure awaiting it.

The fourth screen showed the bridge, Thomas sitting in the command chair, gripping it for dear life, Crystal between his pant-less legs, the young Field's big cock in her mouth as she stroked and sucked him off. Thomas groaned and tilted back his head feeling the pleasure emerge from the warm and wet mouth of the pilot. "Aaaahh, I didn't expect this from the likes of you, I was told you were the shy one." Crystal slowly pulled the big cock from her mouth and ran her tongue along the shaft. "...and you're supposed to be some wimpy rich kid. We're both surprised." She once again wrapped her lips around the big cock and started sucking.

Back in the captain's cabin the soft sounds of feminine moans filled the air. The threesome had been taken the Koshka's large bed. The girl's now naked pressed together, moaning with pleasure, their legs spread wide. Anya lay on her back, resting on her elbows as her huge tits jiggled and heaved. Koshka to one side kissing her while a pair of the captain's fingers moved inside the chef's pussy. Rose to the other side, pushing her face into one of Anya's huge tits, sucking her hard nipple. The girl's smooth legs intertwined, soft tits squished and jiggling as the threesome of girls moved their hips to their pleasure, hard nipples caressing back and forth.

Back in the med-lab, Dr. Einstat cried out with pleasure, her back now straight as she bounced up and down. Her tits bouncing in circles, hard nipples flicking as the crew man groaned. Hands gripping the good doctor's soft ass as he drove his big cock into her pussy with increasing speed. Einstat adjusted her glasses watching her tits bounce then threw back her head crying out; a jolt of pleasure shooting up her hot bouncing naked body.

In the hallway Lyra moaned with pleasure. Bent over at the hips she pressed her arms against the bulkhead while her big tits bounced under her. Her shorts around her knees as the gynoid thrust her hips, her thick cock filling Lyra's wet pussy. With every thrust, Celesti's big tits bounced, as their asses jiggled together. Lyra bit her lip, her big tits slapping together, hard nipples bouncing in circles. "Aahhh, shit!" Suddenly a few crew members came down the hallway, likely to investigate the noises and were pleasantly surprised. "Hey Celesti! Still doing the welcome wagon thing? Mind if we watch?" Celesti smiled to them, her big tits bouncing as she continued to thrust. "Aaah, sure, I'm sure Lyra won't mind." Lyra on her part tried to contain any embarrassing moans as the thick cock fucked her wet pussy. "Oh..aahh.. come on.." She suddenly cried out, her big tits bouncing harder underneath her as the thick cock fucked her deeper.

Back on the bridge, Crystal moaned with pleasure, bouncing up and down in Thomas' lap, her tits heaving as the young Field held onto her rising and falling hips. He groaned, watching his big cock fill the pilot's wet pussy. Crystal leaned back, pressing against him, his hands drifted up her hot body and grabbed her bouncing tits, his big cock now buried inside her as she moaned loudly, shifting her soft ass about while he played with her soft and squeezable tits.

Anya moaned with pleasure, she pushed her huge tits together as her spread legs. Koshka big tits bounced slightly as she threw her head back, sweat dripping down her curves. Rose pushed her tits against her body as she moved her hips. The threesome soon found themselves in a circle, each girl with a leg in the air as they moaned with pleasure, each of licking and eating the wet pussy of the next. Soon their soft tits jiggled as they moaned with pleasure more loudly, fingers filling pussies as they thrust and worked their wrists. The girls pleasured each other in their fingering circle faster, harder and more lustful, as if in competition of would could make the other orgasm first.

Dr. Einstat cried out, her tits bouncing fast and hard. She retook control and rod the big cock harder and faster. Her legs spread wide as she arched her back. Her wet pussy taking the entire cock, her moans, nothing more then the skipping yelps of pleasure with her hard riding.

The small gathering of crew cheered watching the fucking in the hallway. Celesti moaned with pleasure, moving her hips, she held one of the Lyra's spread legs while her thick cock pushed and filled the wet pussy it fucked. The gynoid's big tits bounced with every fast thrust. Lyra's big tits bounced in circles as she leaned on her elbows moaning with pleasure. The thick cock vigorously fucking her wet pussy, much to the enjoyment of the onlookers.

Celesti leaned forward, pushing their big tits together; the onlookers got a nice view of the gynoid's jiggling ass as it rose and fell, her thick cock disappearing in the wet pussy as the girls in the hallway moaned with pleasure. They cheered and watched as their asses rhythmically bounced together, their big tits squished together, crying out. Their moans suddenly muffled as Celesti pressed their lips together, tongues mingling. Lyra whined into the gynoid's mouth as the thick cock fucked her fast and hard, the slapping noises being drowned out by the watching crew. Celesti soon threw her head back and gasped making Lyra cry out loudly as the gynoid's flavored cum started squirting from the filled confines of her pussy, much to the adulation of the watchers, and the peeping camera in the hallway.

The holo-screens in the watchers room showed the collected orgasmic energy of the ship. The captain, chef and first mate cried out in pleasure as their sweaty bodies pressed together. Dr. Einstat, gasping and sucking hard, a big cock thrusting into her mouth suddenly slipped from her lips and covered her face in hot cum and welcoming hungry open mouth. While Thomas on the bridge groaned, vigorously fucking the moaning Crystal, her ass and tits bouncing hard as the young Field lost control of his thrusting. Crystal cried out loud as she arched her back, Thomas did the same letting his big cock slide out, it shot up and landed between the pilot's ass cheeks, shooting cum up her back.

Space warped and bubbled, a flash of light and the Star Lancer returned to normal space. After several days of travel and at a great distance before her, a large asteroid, caught by a corporation for the purpose of mining at the extremities of the Jupiter sphere. This was the last known location of Maximilian Duepont; member of the Icarus society. As the Star Lancer closed in on the mining asteroid, she was suddenly intercepted by three ships, one broadcasting over the comms. "Approaching vessel, identify yourself, or you will be fired upon."

Koshka, sitting comfortably in her command chair on the bridge, surrounded by the principle Star Lancer crew as well as Thomas and Lyra Starr, nodded to Celesti. "This is Koshka Thorne, captain of the Star Lancer. My employer has come to speak to Mr. Duepont about urgent matters." A man's voice came back, presumably from one of the ships. "No one is permitted to approach the mining facility, those are our orders. Turn rudder or be fired upon." Koshka gave a quick look around the bridge to confirm everyone was ready to do their part if things went sideways, but then Thomas stepped forward. "My name is Thomas Field, grandson of Spencer Field, he and Mr. Duepont knew each other and were colleges. I demand to speak with him concerning a mutual enemy. Captain Cortes killed my grandfather and I have come to take council with Mr. Duepont. If you insist on threatening me, we will defend ourselves." Koshka leaned forward to get close to Thomas' ear. "Nice show young master, but I would appreciate if you did not make declarations on my behalf. I will decide when a fight is necessary. I agreed to cross swords with Cortes for you, not just anyone." Thomas looked back at the disproving face of the one eyed captain and made an apologetic gesture, a slight bow of courtesy. The man's voice came back. "wait one."

A moment passed while the Star Lancer starred down the three ships that have since moved to bar her path, perfectly positioned for a triangular concentration of fire. Koshka was confident in her crew, but held little delusions on the odds against them.

Suddenly the silence was broken as a rectangular frame popped up on the view screen. A video transmission, a broadcast from the asteroid. Staring back at them was a beautiful woman, panther like in nature, her hair, a dark chestnut, pinned in an intricate, high and tight style. Her cloths spoke of wealth, tightly hugging her thick dark cleavage, piercing eyes behind thin trim glasses and dangling gold ear rings shimmered contrast to her darker self. Luxurious lips and eye makeup also in gold. "Greetings on behalf of Mr. Duepont. I am his personal assistant, you may call me Ms. Noon."

Thomas got a little excited, feeling like he was finally getting somewhere. "My name is..." He was quickly interrupted by the serious toned Ms. Noon. "I know who you are, the captain of the Jolly Maiden told me everything you said. We are fully aware of this Cortes situation. It is, in fact, why we are all the way out here. Thank you, for the warning." Thomas raised a hand and took another step closer to the video holo-screen. "W-wait. Please, I must speak with him. Cortes took my mother and sister. I need to know more about what I am dealing with." Ms. Noon silently looked the young man up and down and slumped a little. "I'm afraid Mr. Duepont is indisposed at the moment. Advanced age has been getting to him you see. He is currently in cryo-stasis. Thus, unavailable to host guests." Thomas gestured to Dr. Einstat who had been watching all of this go on. "I have a doctor available if that helps?"

Ms. Noon smirked and shook her head, not even looking around to find Dr. Einstat. "We are currently awaiting the finest medical professionals credits can buy from Earth. I have no intention on letting your ship's chopper come near my charge with their beads and rattles." Einstat made a look of insulted disgust, turning to Celesti. "What the hell did she say about me?" Celesti swiveled in her chair to face the doctor. "She said..." "I know what the bitch said!" Einstat snapped at the gynoid.

Finally Koshka decided to intervene, having enough of this. "Ms. Noon, let's stop this dance and get to the nuts and bolts of the matter, talk business?" Thomas looked back at the captain who was focused on the beauty on the screen. "Lets" Noon replied candidly as if waiting for the real conversation to begin, the conversation of give and take, the haggle all Jovians are familiar with, regardless of how fancy their cloths get. Koshka continued. "My employer wishes to hunt down Cortes and deal with her; rescue his family. You want to protect your employer from her, I think a mutually satisfactory arrangement can be reached here." Noon nodded. "Go on." Koshka smiled. "We stay, give us berth. We reason Cortes will be heading this way, sooner or later. We get to use your ward as bait, and you get an extra fighting ship on your side, at no extra expense to yourself." Noon narrowed her eyes. "Bait?" Koshka leaned back in her chair. "You and I both know she is coming, we don't need to expose him, just exploit the situation. Do we have an accord?" After a brief pause of thought, Ms. Noon nodded. "We do." The video comms closed with the release of tension on the Star Lancer bridge.

Koshka let out a sigh of relief and sank into her chair. Celesti once again turned to Einstat. "You seemed bothered by what she said." Einstat frowned and got a little excited. "I'm a doctor, not some amateur chopper! How would you like it if someone challenged your credentials in sucking dick?" Celesti thought for a moment and smiled. "I suppose I would use my skills to show them otherwise." Einstat rubbed her chin. "So you're saying I should open her up, show her what's what?" Celesti nodded. "Indeed." Rose stood. "No one is opening up anyone, doc, go down and get yourself ready. You two need to separate before a serial killer is born."

Koshka turned in her chair. "I want Lyra to come with us." Rose made a look of shock and both her and Lyra spoke at the same time. "What?" The captain looked at Lyra and smiled. "You got skills that may come in handy, I intend to use them." Lyra folded her arms. "Why the hell should I? None of this is my business." Rose exhaled and turned to face her. "Rules of hospitality, you are not paying for your passage, so duties you must perform. If you want, I know a bunch of toilets that could use cleaning?" As the former first mate of the Ravager she performed such enforcement as Rose does now, in her mind she knew she couldn't dodge this. Lyra just sucked her teeth and nodded. Koshka stood and clapped her gloved hands together. "Let's suit up then, who knows how long we will be waiting."

A loud mechanical noise droned through the air of the mining facility as large blast doors opened, expelling gasses. On one side stood the Star Lancers. Rose dawned a sleeveless trench coat to conceal weapons, Koshka sported a short leather brown jacket, her hips adorned with a costume handgun and saber sword while Dr. Einstat had body armor and a medical bag on her back over her medical dress. Thomas was with them and trailing them was Lyra Starr, draped in a poncho. On the other side of the blast doors was Ms. Noon and two female armed guards.

Ms. Noon was more stunning then the video comms could transmit, her dusky appearance accented by gold. A silk wrap shirt that pushed the cleavage of her large breasts front and center, her short skirt and long legs tipped with high heels. The guards were worthy of note. They looked military but no such thing exists in the Jupiter sphere. Long heeled boots, short green skirts and collared green jackets. Their finally kept hair wound into buns with little variation between the two, their heads topped with a garrison cap. Each one carrying a sub machine gun and sporting side arms and knives.

Koshka lead the way from the docked Star Lancer, as they moved into the facility they could see the place was a mixture of solid rock and man made halls and rooms. There was no telling how large this place actually was, or how many people were here, but if Maximilian Duepont was smart, this place could be a fortress for his protection. Koshka thought all of this and started to worry this plan might come to nothing, this asteroid may be too big of a nut to crack, even for the legendary Captain Cortes.

"Welcome Star Lancers, and you must be Mr. Field. Our facility isn't luxurious, but it does have everything we need to stay out here for some time." The groups met and Thomas bowed slightly. "Thank you for accepting our offer, hopefully we wont be here long to inconvenience you. This is my captain, you spoke with her, Koshka Thorne. First mate Rose and this is..." Einstat frowned at Noon, interrupting her introduction. "I'm the ship's witch doctor. Don't worry, I'll save my beads and rattles for our own wounded." Ms. Noon smirked. "You do that."

Thomas and the girls were treated to a tour of the asteroid. They could tell the place was relatively new, the corridors were lined with heating units as they passed through pockets of warm and cold air. They were shown the command center, where Noon spent most of her time, she even had her own private office attached. They were shown the mess and gardens for growing food and organic oxygen supplement supply. The fusion reactor was deep in the center of the giant rock and airlocks lead to the rock strewn and dusty exterior for maintenance. All the while a conversation was struck up about the Icarus Society and the Curse of Cortes. Noon admitted she knew very little about any of this, only that Maximilian Duepont paid her well to take his fears seriously.

Soon the touring group crossed an entrance way to a small room filled with a dozen female guards with the same accoutrements as Noon's own guards. Koshka couldn't help but ask. "So tell me, what's with the sexy commandos?" Noon exhaled. "Mr. Duepont has tastes, before his cryo-stasis even I served a purpose in the evenings." Einstat elbowed Thomas who was staring constantly at the sexy guards the whole time. "You going to turn into an old pervert too?" Thomas blushed and pushed her away. "W-what are they guarding?" Noon looked at the armored doors in the room. "That is the statsis chamber where Mr. Duepont sleeps." Koshka looked around and at the ceiling. "We are pretty deep now, it would take a great deal of effort to fight through all of this." Noon nodded. "It would take a great deal of effort to even get into the facility to begin with, at least that is by design."

Back on the Star Lancer bridge Crystal reclined in her pilot chair with her feet on the consoles. She looked agitated and hummed and huffed to herself. Suddenly she turned around and saw Celesti sitting comfortably in the command chair. "I can't believe the captain left you in charge, trusting an AI, a smart AI mind you, over flesh and blood." Celesti swiveled to look at her, taking her attention from the sensory console. "The captain left explicit instructions on what to do if an attack happened and she could not get back. I have no doubt if you learned to stop sleeping through emergencies she would be happy to trust you with her ship." Crystal pouted and pushed herself back into her chair, folding her arms like a defiant child. "You didn't have to be honest about it."

Anya just then walked onto the bridge with objects in hand, her huge breasts jiggling with every step. "Why haven't you two come for dinner?" The busty chef demanded with a serious tone. Celesti swiveled again to face her. "We are on standby for now, and as you know, I do not eat." Anya narrowed her eyes. "Oh please, I've done my research on you people." The chef handed Celesti a container with a straw. "Electrolyte fluids for the sexy gynoid." She walked over to the pilot and handed a seal plate. "Chicken and rice for the sleepy pilot, you need to get your protein up." The voluptuous Anya looked out the view screen, seeing half of it taken up by the rock of the asteroid, the other a vast void of stars. "Is there going to be fight?" The gynoid stopped sipping the mechanically tuned fluids. "That is a probability, our mission will eventually bring us into conflict with Captain Cortes." Crystal looked up at the huge breasts of the chef while eating and spoke with a full mouth. "You worried or somffin?" Suddenly a ladle knocked her on the head. "Chew or speak, don't do both, you heathen." Crystal groaned and rubbed her head trying to feel out the pain in her noggin.

In the large cargo exchange outside the umbilical to the Star Lancer. Koshka and the party had set up a kind of camp so they could stay in the facility and be near the ship at the same time. They had been there for a couple of day now and Thomas was getting concerned that their plan would not bare fruit. He walked up to Koshka who was sitting by a portable heater, mid-swig from a flask. "Should you be drinking on the job captain?" Koshka smiled and leaned back, letting her armored large breasts jiggle a little for him. "Don't you fret none young master, I'm as sharp as my blade and I keep it very sharp." Thomas frowned and sat next to her. "How long do you think we will stay here, I know we have a plan and all, but just sitting here seems like we are doing nothing." The captain placed a finger on her chin to make a quizzical look. "Hrm...well, I suppose it's up to you after all, you are the employer. I would advise patience however. When people think of the hunt, they oft romanticize the killing blow, not the actual hunting and waiting."

Thomas exhaled and nodded. "You're wiser then I gave you credit for when we first met, you must have learned a lot, given you're life style." Koshka chuckled and playfully punched him in the arm. "Don't be fooled, I still have plenty of time to be proven wrong. Anyone who claims to have all the answers is either full of shit, or they're trying to sell you something." Thomas nodded, taking in the lesson. "Even you?" He questioned. Koshka leaned in, getting close to Thomas, she smiled and he could smell the mixture of feminine fragrances and liqueur. "Let me tell you a little secret about leadership young master." Thomas nodded again, getting aroused by his close proximity to the luscious and soft looking captain. "We make it up." Thomas blinked in confusion. She continued. "It's important for those who follow you to have confidence in you, sure. It's one thing to know what you're doing, and another to have confidence in that, but you're not just leading yourself, people have to believe that you know what you're doing, even if you don't. 'Lead with gusto.' My dad always said to me."

Thomas felt like he was being schooled in leadership, fitting since he was now the head of his family. Koshka's erratic nature confused him, flexing back and forth between foolishness and intelligent planning; thoughtfulness. Always with that smile on her lips, with a wide range of people having different reactions to her personality, and yet people follow her. She was a swashbuckling character come to life. "Are you listening to me?" Thomas snapped out of his thoughts and saw the captain's one eye narrowed in annoyance. "Yeah...yes. Those things you said to me on the bridge the one night. I've thought about it a lot. I don't know what I will do when I finally see Cortes again, I don't know if I really am out for blood. I just want my family back. You were right to challenge me." Koshka raised her chin and tilted her head. "What beyond Earth are you talking about?" Thomas shuttered in surprise, straightening up. "You...You don't remember?" Koshka smiled and leaned back on her hands, her armored large breasts once again giving a jiggle. "I was probably drunk, don't think to hard on it." Thomas made a look of shock. This riddle of a woman confounded him once again.

Out on the surface of the mining asteroid a lone figure in an eviro-suit walked along the dusty and rock strewn surface. A member of the facility personnel who drew the short straw to fix a comms array. "Stupid work lottery, this is the third time this month I got this job, starting to think it's rigged." He muttered to himself as he plotted along toward the small tower of antennae. He walked by a tall jagged rock that jutted toward the stars, casting a cold and empty shadow.

Suddenly he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye, he stopped to turn and look at it. Peering into the deep shadows, when he saw something flashing toward him. It struck fast and hard and he could feel it in his chest, his suit started to alarm at the lose of containment. He didn't feel the pain until he recognized that a large knife had pierced into him. He howled in his helmet and fell onto his back, the containment alarm blaring in his ears.

With a sweat driven panic he looked to see where the blade had come from. Dozens of red lights bobbed up and down in the darkness. As they got closer and the shadows peeled away, figures walked into the light, and he gazed upon them in horror. More mechanical then organic, skeletal and gaunt with just enough space for vital organs or systems, suit-less, they walked the surface of the asteroid. Tattered and ripped cloths, and tufts of hair floating in the near vacuum of space. Their glowing red eyes, ranging from one to many stared, with an unblinking purpose. Leading this force of space walkers was a woman. Her face plate a gold skull mask, her tattered long coat, draped over her shoulders drifted behind her, her raven black hair floating as she lead the haunting march to the airlock he had come from. As the darkness began to take him, he watch, helplessly as they slowly passed him, uncaring, dust wafting from their steps, each one brandishing a gun, a blade or cybernetic mounted weapon. A heeled boot stopped near his hand, as he looked up the skull faced woman looked down at him with a visible disdain, her red eyes disappeared into the blackness of the visage of her skull face plate. Her lips moved as if uttering something, then she turned and marched on with the rest of the necrotech pirates. Like many others before him, it was Captain Cortes that haunted his mind before the end.

In Ms. Noon's office, behind closed doors, soft moans of pleasure filled the private office. Ms. Noon reclined in her chair behind her desk, she bit her lip and ran her fingers across her thick cleavage still contained in her button up. Her naked legs spread wide, high heels hanging in the air. One of the uniformed sexy guards was on her knees, her face buried between Noon's thighs. Her own short skirt hiked up around her waist showing off her round ass. The guard's tongue licked Ms. Noon's pussy, pushing deep between the moist folds and applying pressure to the clit. Her lips kissed and licked making Ms. Noon throw her head back and moan with pleasure.

Suddenly this little pleasure session was interrupted by a low boom and the sounding of alarms. Ms. Noon quickly sat up and looked to her door. "What the hell was that?" The guard poked her head up from behind the desk. "Maybe...we're under attack?" Noon quickly stood from her chair. "We have to get to Mr. Duepont at once!"

Koshka stood with Thomas and listened to the alarm. "Well then, it looks like our patience has paid off." Rose ran up. "Comms chatter is describing zombie pirates, safe bet it's Cortes." Thomas swallowed hard, he had only imagined what he would do, crossing paths with her again, now it was almost time, a knot in his stomach only tightened. The thoughts of the first attack running through his mind. Koshka quickly pressed her dangling ear ring. "Celesti, it looks like it's time. The Queen's Revenge should be nearby. Follow through with the plan, we're staying." Celesti's voice came back. "Understood captain." Koshka then drew her sidearm. "Alright, lets go." Lyra threw her poncho back revealing her new attire and weapons. Heeled black boots, her long legs covered with chaps, with a thong like center piece covering her crotch, a cropped and sleeveless top that connects to her neck and revealing her under cleavage. Belts adorned with weapons. She drew up a large auto cannon and cocked it. "About damn time." Einstat exhaled. "Of coarse we're running toward the danger."

Gun fire and shouts filled the hallways of the mining facility and the female guards stood at the ready, guns trained on the only way in or out. Suddenly Ms. Noon came into their view and they lowered their weapons. She came storming in, looking over her shoulder at the sounds of violence coming from the distance. "We are under attack! That bitch Cortes has finally come, we all have our duty and we have all been paid well. This area serves as a bottleneck, once they realize nothing gets through without being shot full of holes they will retreat." One of the guards spoke up. "...and what's to stop them from bombing this place from the outside?" Noon looked at her. "Not to worry, even if they fight past four ships, this asteroid was chosen for it's mass, no ship in the Jupiter sphere has the fire power to harm us here."

Suddenly the power went out and was immediately replaced with emergency systems, this made the guards and Ms. Noon stiffen a little as all attention went to the entrance again. Noon drew a pistol and swallowed hard. They could hear the clanking thuds of many feet walking down the hall, getting closer, even closer. Ms. Noon thought it impossible for them to get this deep into the facility, Cortes' reputation of commanding a crew of the undead lingered in the back of her mind, pushed their by reminding herself of the nonsense it sounded like.

From the darkness beyond the portal red lights started to appear, they grew in number and came with the thudding of charging men. When one came into the dimmed light revealing it's tattered and gaunt cyborg form, it's six red glowing eyes blazed. One of the guards gave a shrill scream and open fired. This triggered a chain reaction of yells and gun fire as the necrotech pirates charged Ms. Noon and the guards. Submachine guns blared with rapid fire, a grenade thrown down the hall causing an enclosed explosion that back lit the attacking red eyed necrotech pirates. A necrotech pirate took several shots to the chest, the rounds staggering him, only for him to yell and press the attack. A shotgun blast sent another to the ground, only for him to slowly rise up again.

The fire fight quickly degenerated into a hand to hand fight, the necrotech pirates with their blades took care not to kill anyone, grappling and seizing the screaming guards. One of the guards struggled in the mechanical boney grasp of one of the haunting pirates while another retrieved a knife from between his chrome teeth. The guard screamed seeing the blade go for her belly, only to feel it cut through her uniform and up, the force made her tits bounce free. Another guard on the ground struggling with an attacker over her trying to fight back. The metallic hands grasping her uniform and ripping it open, the guard's big tits jiggled about as a cold hand grasped one and a mechanical tongue started licking her hard nipple. A guard cried out, her tits pressed against the ground as a necrotech chuckled, pulled on her panties until a long rip tore the fabric from her hips exposing her pussy.

The sounds of leering jeers and laughing mixed with the girl's screams as their uniforms were ripped and pulled from their curvy and soft bodies. Ms. Noon fired her pistol and looked over, seeing one of her guards crying out, being held down while a necrotech held her legs apart, he licked her pussy, the snake like mechanical tongue slithering through the folds. Noon pointed her gun with a sweat driven grimace. "Bastards!" She saw the blade coming for her out of the corner of her eye and dodged it, coming face to face with a many eyed necrotech, who ran his mechanical tongue across his chrome teeth. "We're here for the booty lass." Ms. Noon raised her gun and fired until the slide locked back. Several rounds ripped through his body and one struck his armored head with an audible twang, knocking his head back, but then he reset himself and the heat mark from the bullet impact faded as he chuckled.

Ms. Noon yelled as she found herself on her back, necrotech pirates on all sides as they clawed at her fine cloths. "Get off of me you bastards! I'll kill you all, you freaks!" She said defiantly but was helpless to stop her big dark tits from being ripped free. They were grabbed, squeezed and played with as pirates chuckled around her, making her nipples hard, and a boney hand drifts up her thigh feeling her panties-less moist pussy. Ms. Noon blushed and cried out feeling a finger playing with her clit. The necrotech pirates held Ms. Noon in a compromised position on the ground, her long legs spread wide as a mechanical big cock pushed against her pussy. "No, don't you dare!" She said with a shocked face but cried out feeling it be driven into her, filling her insides. Her big tits started to bounce for the gathered pirates as the big cock fucked her among the chuckling leering red eyed cyborgs.

The defensive choke point was filled with moans of pleasure and evil laughter. The sexy guards laying among their ripped and discarded uniforms. Soft bodies heaving, round asses jiggling with every impact, tits bouncing. The necrotech big cocks thrusting into mouths, pushed into assholes and fucked pussies as the girls cried out in pleasure of the vigorous deep dicking they were getting from their attackers.

Ms. Noon rocked on her back, her big tits bouncing up and down, holding a big cock in each hand she moaned with every thrust into her wet pussy, the pace of the fucking increasing with speed. The big cock fucking her slid faster making her body bounce harder with her big tits, she cried out feeling the hot pleasure jolt through her body. Noon found herself on her side, one leg pressed against her side as her big tits jiggled and heaved, the big cock fucking her wet pussy pushing deep as she held and sucked a big cock.

The sounds of lust filled the darkened halls, moans of pleasure echoed as big mechanical cocks fucked wet pussies and welcoming mouths. Their thickness sliding easily into flesh moist holes while tits heaved and bounced, hard nipples flicking about, while others squeezed and played with, mechanical tongue licking and flicking hard nipples. A guard's ass bounced quickly as a thick cock fucked her from below. Another close by bounced on her back, holding a leg up as the big cock fucked her, her tits bouncing up and down as she moaned with pleasure, gazing into the red eyes of her attacker. A big cock slapped a guard in the face while she sucked another.

Ms. Noon let out a low moan of pleasure as she rod the big dick inside her, her wet pussy sliding on a thick cock while she held two in her hands. Her big tits heaved in small circles, she then heard the sound of heeled boots clicking on the floor, passing her. She turned and saw the ominous figure of Captain Cortes walk through the rape orgy, paying no mind to what was happening and heading for the door of the cryo-chamber. Noon yelled out to her. "Stop! You can't go..aaauuffff." Her powerless command was cut short by a big dick pilling her mouth, thrusting between her lips as she cried out a muffled moan of pleasure.

The door to the cryo-chamber opened revealing the dark figure of Cortes, her red eyes glowing, gazing at the bed like cryo-stasis tube, visible cold air billowing from vents and hoses. "Kind of you to place yourself in your coffin, a dignity your fellows did not get." She spoke aloud, fully aware he could not hear her. Cortes produced her pocket watch and opened it with a push of a button, the small device started playing the melody all to familiar to her as she stepped closer to the sleeping Duepont. His form could be made out through the frost covered glass as she stared at it, her feminine lips curling into anger, her bottom lip even giving a quiver.

A comms officer at his station aboard one of the ships that defended the large asteroid removed his ear piece and turned to his captain. "Sir, I have lost contact with the facility. I can no longer follow the progress of the surprise attack." The captain nodded to him and frowned. "How the hell did they get down there without us knowing, more importantly, where the hell is their ship?" Suddenly the bridge shook violently as panels around them burst and blew out. "Report!" The pilot worked frantically to correct himself. "We were struck by something, I think...." His words were cut short as the hull buckled then suddenly blew up, engulfing the bridge crew in flame.

A series of explosions burst from the ship and it seemingly snapped in half. The crews of the two other ships near by, watched in surprise and horror as one of their own sank, unable to even get off an emergency signal. Emerging from the flames was the bow of another ship, decorated with the top half of a skull, in gold with bloody tears.

The crew of the Jolly Maiden scrambled to and fro speaking in panicked tones. "That ship just rammed right through the Jelly Bean, she's gone!" The captain barked out his orders. "Target that thing and fire!" "I can't..." A voice cried back. "...the explosion must be interfering with our sensors, there's nothing out there!" A bright light came from the final explosion that sang the death knell of the Jelly Bean. Emerging from the scattering debris and flame, the Queen's Revenge sailed forth, it's tattered and torn solar sails projecting outward like wings of a dragon. The captain had been stricken with a sweat and swallowed. "Bullshit! She's no ghost ship. Tell the gun crews to assume manual operation and target by sight. Helm, take us at her, and signal the other ships to attack!"

The Jolly Maiden and the Outer Gambit advanced on their target, gun batteries firing, solid rounds careening into the void, sinking or bouncing off of the Queen's Revenge's armored hull. The dreaded ghost ship loomed over the smaller ships, her twin triple barreled heavy rail gun turrets turned and tracked their targets. The magnets flicked in rapid succession discharging electricity as the large guns fired one after the other, a whip crack thunderous return fire. The larger rounds punched through the attacking ships, rupturing bursts venting from the smaller ships.

The captain of the Jolly Maiden rocked in his command chair as panels burst and an electrical fire burned behind him. "Direct hit to B and C deck, the bitch has a bigger bite then us captain!" One of the bridge crew cried out. "Keep firing!, close to broadside, helm, get us under those main guns of hers." The captain barked his orders. The Jolly Maiden's gun batteries kept firing, the sound reverberating through the ship. The bridge shook hard again; taking a couple more shots from the Queen's Revenge. An alarm sounded and one of the bridge crew cried out. "Incoming ordinance! Counting eight missiles!" The captain swiveled. "Evasive action, deploy counter measures!"

The Jolly Maiden turned hard, rail guns firing, strings of glowing chaff shot out in all directions. The incoming missiles veered and exploded near the ship, one however, lancing through, striking and exploding against the Jolly Maiden making twisted hull spit out from the flames.

The captain of the Jolly Maiden picked himself up from the deck and looked around at the distraught condition of his ship. "Report!" A crewmen clung to his station. "Direct hit to the aft, power grid still intact, two gun crews none responsive." Now the comms officer called out. "Outer Gambit reporting they are dead in space, venting atmosphere." The captain sucked his teeth at his predicament and looked at the view screen showing the still advancing and unbothered Queen's Revenge with contempt. This was supposed to be a lazy guard duty job. He watched as one of the turrets of the ghost ship turn and point, seemingly right at him. "Fuck you!"

The Queen's Revenge sailed between the two smoking ships, one of it's main gun turrets stopped and aimed at the Jolly Maiden. Suddenly a purple beam of energy struck the side of the ship, the beam climbing up the hull leaving a hot trail then blasted the turret; two barrels bent with a glow and the turret blew up, fragments scattering to the stars. With great velocity the Star Lancer sailed passed the Queen's Revenge bow, shielding the Jolly Maiden. The Star Lancer's gun batteries open fired, rounds racking the armored hull of the Ghost ship.

Celesti looked to Rose's station. "Excellent shot Mr. Jimmy, impressive for not having target tracking." The Crew man sitting at this station, in lieu of Rose, rubbed the back of his head and smiled. "Hehehe, thanks Celes-er-ma'am." The gynoid turned to a video screen showing a dirty and disheveled man. "Captain." He made a look of surprise. "A robot?!" Celesti nodded. "A gynoid actually, I would recommend that you tow the Outer Gambit out of the combat zone, we will hold them off as long as we can." The Jolly Maiden captain nodded holding his shoulder in pain. "Thank you, good hunting Star Lancer." The video screen closed as the bridge shook from an impact. Celesti returned her attention to the view screen. "Maintain velocity, stay ahead of their tracking capabilities and hug their frame. Maintain weapons fire, let us be annoying to draw their attention." Crystal pointed her thumb into the air, her aviator goggles over her eyes. "What-ya think I'm trying to do!"

While the battle in space was not going to plan, the battle inside the asteroid facility felt just as desperate. Shouts and gunfire filled the darkened corridors in a chaos that no one could really tell who was winning. Despite this, Thomas Field and the Star Lancers fought there way to the cryo-chamber, betting on a role of the dice that they would be able to intercept Captain Cortes there. Gun fire rang out as the twang of steel filled the air from clashing swords mixing with the din of close quarters combat.

Koshka blocked a blade strike with her sword and let it slide to one side, raising her large pistol she fired several rounds into the necrotech pirate that attacked her. He stumbled only to recover, but suddenly having his head severed from his body with a fraying of wires and tubes, cyborg fluids spraying. "Gah! Tough buggers." Koshka called out over the shouts and gunfire. She saw Thomas watching her and she pointed her sword. "Never mind me young master, look to your own back side."

Thomas jerked his head around to see a necrotech pirate advancing on him with a pair of blades, a digitized laugh escaping the speaker in place of his mouth. In a panic Thomas stepped back and fired his pistol at him, the bullets sunk into the cyborg's body to little effect. The young lion fell backwards watching the blades make ready to sink into him. An amber glowing wire suddenly twirled around the pirate's forearms, drawing them together then severing them in a mess of steel and wires. The necrotech pirate cried out in an awful digitized scream as Rose retracted her whip and gave the pirate a strong high kick to the head sending him to the floor. "I've never seen so many full borgs in one place before, be mindful everyone, the only thing worth shooting at may be their brain!" She called out as she moved onto her next opponent.

Thomas' hands shook as he watched Captain Thorne, and what little men she brought from her ship, fight and escort him to his quarry, and at this point, doubted if he could even do anything to Cortes without the Star Lancers. Dr. Einstat draped her arms around him. "Easy now, what you're feeling is shock, just breath and let the toughs do the rumbling. Stay with me okay?" Einstat helped Thomas to his feet and he looked at his pistol. "How can they go through all of this so nonchalant?" Einstat frowned. "The universe can be very dangerous, you just have to get over it, or it will swallow you up." Thomas looked at her with an intensity and took a deep breath. He needs to see this through, he thought to himself. Suddenly Einstat's attention was attracted by a Star Lancer crewman crying out in pain on the ground. "I'm coming!" The doctor ran off opening one of her many pouches she strapped herself down with.

The running battle down the interconnected corridors continued with Lyra leading the way with her hip mounted auto-cannon. A repeated thunderous clap with rounds powerful enough to rip through the cyborg necrotech pirates, who stood little chance in her path. Lyra's arms ached, her biceps were numb from firing the large weapon as she yelled out over the gunfire, shaking the sweat from her eyes.

Koshka crossed swords with the last of the flankers, driving her sword through his body. He looked down at her with his red eyes and laughed, grabbing the blade and pulling her closer to him. Koshka, unable to raise her pistol in fear of being grappled by the cyborg, hunched down on her sword to push the necrotech pirate off balance. Suddenly Lyra turned on her heels with a scream and fired her last round, the cyborg's head exploding from behind. Koshka felt the pirate go limp and slump to the floor. She smiled at Lyra who was unstrapping and dropping the empty auto cannon. "Thanks for the save..." Koshka then though for a second. "...wait, did you know my head was down?" Lyra just gave a dismissing grunt, turning her back as she pumped a shotgun. Rose, for her part, gave a disapproving look.

Thomas and the Star Lancers finally made it to the antechamber, they were disturbed to find the remains of a battle here. Bullet casings littered the floor, discarded weapons, ripped and discarded uniforms of the sexy guards. Koshka couldn't help but notice the gold high heels of Ms. Noon, along with the remains of her fancy attire. "Where did the guards go?" Rose kicked a heeled boot aside. Suddenly they heard a couple gun shot coming from the open door leading to the cryo-chamber. Koshka looked to her crew. "You men stay here and hold the door, nothing comes in or out." The few crewmen with them acknowledged the order and Koshka lead the way into the cryo-chamber.

As the party entered the cryo-chamber they felt a noticeable drop in temperature. They saw the cryo-stasis chamber in the middle of the room, three bullet holes could be seen in the glass leaking cold air. Standing next to it was a tall woman, a long tattered coat draped over her shoulders like a cape. Thomas was the first to speak, raising his pistol on the dark figure. "Cortes!" The dark figure turned her head, showing her gold skull face plate, her breath visible as she exhaled. "What fool dares invoke the name of death?" Thomas felt a chill run down his back and he knew it wasn't from the cold air. The sound of her sultry digitized voice was like a demon, and pierced his soul, this was the first time he heard her speak. "Th-Thomas Field, I've come for my family!" He barked back with as much courage as he could muster.

Lyra shrank a little, taking a step back. "Holy shit, she's real." Koshka nodded, feeling the same pressure of fear as she looked on Captain Cortes. It suddenly disturbed her that she saw the very figure parents told children about and it made her stomach sink.

Cortes turned, prompting the others to raise their weapons. "Field? So, I missed one, it was kind of you to bring yourself to me. I suppose no one told you to do the smart thing and go into hiding? I thought you were dead." Her glowing red eyes shrank and grew like camera lenses, fixating on him. Thomas pointed his gun even harder at her. "Where is my mother and sister? Bring them to me now, or I'll have you killed where you stand." A smile crept across Cortes' lips. "Do you think you're the first to try to kill me? As for the slaves, they have been serving my crew well enough." Thomas' eyes widened at the word and took a step forward only to have Koshka place a hand on his shoulder. "Easy now." She whispered. Cortes started to walk toward the party. "Fools are, what fools do, one does not escape death twice, boy. Be assured, I will make it quick."

With a powerful and quick motion, Cortes lifted her tattered long coat from her shoulders and threw it in front of her. The sudden action prompted the Star Lancers to open fire, only for Cortes to appear to the side, sword already drawn and moving at an unnatural speed for Thomas. There was no doubt that Thomas would have died then and there if it wasn't for the timely interception of Koshka Thorne, the grind of their swords could be heard. "Fool bitch of a mercenary ship, die for your money!" Cortes shouted as she quickly kneed Koshka in the stomach and a powerful side kick to knock her aside.

Rose closed the distance, her machine pistol blaring full auto forcing Cortes to shelter behind her arms. The bullets rapidly rippling across the ballistic weave of her skin, ripping up her threads. Suddenly Rose felt the squeezing pressure of Cortes' hand on her forearm. She had gotten too close and cried out as the cyborg forced her to aim upward. A swift head butt from her alloy skull plate sent Rose to the floor, out cold.

Thomas watched in horror as Dr. Einstat held his arm, the two only now realizing their helplessness in this fight. "It's true, she's unstoppable!" Thomas looked to the doctor who seemed to be thinking what he said out loud. They watched Lyra advance, firing rounds and pumping her shotgun into the staggering Cortes. "I thought-you were-just a-stupid ghost-story!" The final trigger pull finished with a click, Lyra was quick with experience and ejected the magazine and reached for another. The swift movement of the terrifying Cortes forced her to raise the shotgun in defense as the blade of the cyborg's sword sank into the gun, the edge mere inches from her face. "You should have heeded your parents girl, their stories were right!" Cortes grabbed Lyra by the neck and roughly threw her against the cryo-stasis chamber, making the glass crack. Angling her sword downward, Lyra looked up in fear of the point that looked back at her with a glint. "You can tell them all about it, in hell." Cortes' mechanical voice hissed.

Suddenly a gunshot rang out, the bullet impressively ricocheted off Cortes' sword and hit her in the face, making her lurch back. "What!?" Koshka stood from where she fell, her gold eye patch open, optical targeting eye glowing. Koshka started unloading on the cyborg pirate, Cortes tried to hide behind her arms but every shot got threw with amazing accuracy. A round struck her in the solar plexus making Cortes gasp, hot air wafting from her lips. Another struck her sword again, once again bouncing and hitting her in the head. She leaned back to guard her head only for Koshka to point her pistol upward. "Sit down, bitch." She fired, the round bounced off a steel beam on the ceiling and struck Cortes in the head, sending her to the floor.

Koshka picked up her sword. "A strong straight thrust should punch through that weave of yours." She frowned. "Be assured, I'll make it quick." Echoing Cortes' sentiments to Thomas. Cortes' cheek flexed, stretching a grim smirk when her hand drew a gun from one of her belts. Koshka tensed up ready to dodge only to see it was not pointed at her. It was Dr. Einstat who was trying to wake up Rose and saw everything, as the gun fired. Thomas yelled out as he was struck, a bullet hole punched through his body as he fell. "Thomas!" She rushed over to his aid. Koshka watched the lad hit the floor and quickly raised her gun, targeting optic glowing as if with fury; Cortes was gone.

"Hyyyeaaaa!" Koshka heard from above as Cortes fell, firing the same gun. Koshka was fast enough to dodge the round and the cyborg hit the ground, bouncing into an attack like a panther, using her gun to parry Koshka's sword. Koshka rushed back and started firing her pistol once again, the rounds staggering Cortes' attack only for her to run dry. Cortes reached behind the small of her back and drew two pistols with extended magazines and started firing them as if they were full auto. She followed Koshka as she ran around the room, the bullets leaving a trail across the cryo-stasis chamber, showering glass onto Lyra who had finally regained her senses. The white haired mercenary armed a grenade and threw it at the fighting nightmare that was Captain Cortes. The cyborg, just as quickly, dropped a pistol, grabbed the grenade out of the air and tossed it behind her.

The explosive went off with a boom, the exposed rock of the cryo-chamber cracked and debris fell from the ceiling. Cortes' red eyes glowed through the smoke and darkness as she emerged unfazed, bandanna and hair billowing in the blast, a grim smile on her lips. "Mu wa ha ha ha ha ha ha! It's always amusing when they think they can fight back. When the boy dies and your pay vanishes, will you keep it up, or will you, in vain fly for your lives?" Her sultry mechanical voice echoed over the falling debris as she advanced.

Thomas looked up at Dr. Einstat with weak eyes and a shallow breath. "My...family...where..." Einstat quickly looked to her captain who was hiding behind a steel beam pillar. "Captain, we have to get him to a med-bay. The wound is serious and he could bleed out!" Koshka quickly dashed from her cover, handgun firing in front of her glowing targeting optic, once again striking everything she aim at, to little success. Cortes followed her movement, blocking what she could with her arms, hands stiffening like tiger claws. "Die then."

Just before Cortes could launch a lethal finish on the Star Lancer captain, Lyra jumped onto her back, knife in hand and started stabbing. "Die ghost bitch!" Koshka helped Einstat lift Thomas off the floor and looked back. Cortes was trying to shake the screaming and stabbing Lyra Starr off her back. "Go..." Lyra yelled. "...come back with bigger guns and kill this bitch!" Koshka looked to Rose, who was on the floor out cold. She couldn't help her and Thomas at the same time, not with Cortes in the room. The choice ripped her apart inside, making her heart pound. "GET OUT OF HERE!" She heard Lyra yelling, now being held in the air by Cortes with one arm. As Koshka and Einstat carried Thomas out the door, Cortes slammed Lyra to the floor, the white hair snow leopard hitting with a thud, rolling, her eyes glazed over as she wheezed.

The two girls carried their young ward as they heard Captain Cortes' sultry mechanical voice behind them. "Mu wa ha ha ha ha ha, run, run! When and Where you die makes no difference to me! I can wait another hundred years to find you!" Koshka found the men she left behind fending off another attack by the necrotech pirates. "Retreat! We have to retreat, post hast lads!" Her men started a fighting retreat, covering her as they carried Thomas to safety.

Outside the Queen's Revenge fired it point defense guns in all directions as the battle damaged Star Lancer bobbed and weaved through the gun fire, launching missiles, the projectiles exploding near the larger ship. The Star Lancer's bridge shook as they took more hits.

"Ms. Celesti, the captain wants us to return, she is calling for a retreat!" The crewman sitting at her normal station called out. The gynoid nodded. "Very well, inform her to meet us at the airlock at the far side of the facility. Boarding time must be brief. Helm, break contact with the enemy, full speed to the rendezvous, throw in some of your evasive actions while you are at it." Crystal wiped the sweat from her brow. "Coming right up."

The Queen's Revenge fired some of it's larger guns, just missing the Star Lancer as it sailed away towards the large asteroid, smoking trailing from the smaller ship's white hull.

Fingers clutched the thick fabrics of a dirty coat and lifted it from the debris. "You can run..." the mechanical feminine voice hummed. Cortes shook the dirt from her coat and with a flutter threw it over her shoulders once again. "...but you can't hide, Senior Field."

End Episode 4