Arcturus Chapter I: A derelict ship.
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Arcturus Chapter I: A derelict ship.
The years following the raid on his home planet, Grayson Arcturus was raised on the "Survivor". He was now 19 years old and had grown up well. He was of average height, with a good healthy body but not overly muscled. His black fur was long and fluffy and his eyes a crimson red. A scar ran down his left cheek, giving his face a more serious look. He'd basically forgotten the night of the attack, his mind closing off the traumatizing memories.
Lisa looked after and taught him all the skills he'd need to survive as a space-nomad. Over the years he learned to pilot ships, maintain and repair various ship systems, stay hidden from potential enemies and to defend himself. He was particularly good, it turned out, at working various computer systems and interfaces.
When the nomads came across a system they weren't familiar with or couldn't access, he'd manage to crack it in a few minutes. When entering derelict ships, this skill was invaluable. He could quickly tap into the ships own systems, giving information of damage, possible threats and the location of useful or valuable cargo. He became a regular member of the boarding party.
One such ship had come into view on the ship's sensors.
Gray woke up at the sound of an alarm. He shot upright in his bunk and smacked his head against the ceiling.
"Ouch! Damn it! Can't they just knock on the bloody door?!
He got up and shot on his clothes. They consisted of sturdy working pants with a simple grey shirt. He grabbed his backpack and headed off to docking bay 1, where the boarding ship was held.
He walked through the narrow corridors of the ship, dimly lit by white, wall mounted lights. Bundles of wire spilled out of opened panels like pythons, he saw the flashing light and heard the crackling sound of electric welding coming from the maintenance corridor beyond.
He ran into a white and red feathered falcon, his wings tucked away behind him.
"Hi there Gray, good luck out there!" He slapped the wolf on his back.
"Thanks Doc, see you later!" He smiled at the older male. He considered Doc as something of an uncle. He didn't even know his real name, everyone just called him Doc and the Avian liked it that way.
He entered the docking bay. It was a large open area, like a hangar. The back wall had large windows in it, from where you could see the ship. Beneath these windows were airlocks to allow people to board or load cargo into a ship. The area in front of this wall was normally used as storage, but was empty now. Save, that is, for the other 3 members of the 4 man boarding party.
First, there's Gars "Steel" Rogers. He's the guy in charge of the ship security force. He's a grey furred wolf, built like a tank. Massive muscular arms and legs jutted out from a torso the size of a small bunker. His age could be place at around 40. He wore the uniform of the security force, Blue-grey cargo pants along with a similarly colored long sleeved shirt. On top he wore standard body armor, enough to stop a pistol round at close range. Sunglasses completed the look.
He had a weapon slung over his shoulder. The designer of this gun had clearly not been instructed to beat about the bush. "Make it evil," he'd been told. "Make it totally clear that this gun has a right end and a wrong end. Make it totally clear to anyone standing at the wrong end that things are going badly for them. If that means sticking all sorts of spikes and prongs and blackened bits all over it then so be it. This is not a gun for hanging over the fireplace or sticking in the umbrella stand, it is a gun for going out and making people miserable with."
It succeeded in delivering this message.
Second, we had a female tiger. Her name is Samantha and she's Doc's apprentice. She was smaller than most tigers and not strongly built, aged roughly the same as Gray. Her figure was that lovely balance between curvy and lean that all males go crazy for. Steel had been trying to get something going there for a while now, but she wasn't inclined to commit to anything. She wore the same outfit as Gray and he had a pistol in a holster around her hip. A medical satchel was slung over her shoulder.
Finally, there's "Ratchet". He's an average fox who happens to be a genius with all sort of machinery. If he couldn't fix it, it wasn't broken. He stood at the same height as Gray, taller than the average fox, but was of slighter build. He was about 25 years old. He wore a practical maintenance uniform, a blue overall made of tough fabric and plenty of pockets. His toolkit was slung over his back.
Steel's voice, a deep bass, spoke up, "Gray, sleeping in again weren't you? Well get your gear and let's go!"
"Yes sir!" replied Gray as he ran off to his locker. He pulled out his pistol and holster as well as his uplink kit, which was a tool used to connect to a myriad of systems. No two manufacturers used the same plugs, so he needed to have all the bases covered. Wireless usually wasn't reliable enough, too easily distorted. It was also usually one of the first things to die on a derelict ship. He ran up to the group as they made for the airlocks.
Gray: "So what do we got?"
Steel: "Looks like an abandoned merchantman. Insignia indicates Novus corporation*.
Ratchet: "Novus?! Awesome, they've got some sick tech!"
Steel: "Would you please stop talking like that.?"
Ratchet: "Like what, bro?", obviously just trying to annoy the man now.
Steel: "Sigh...never mind. Anyway, atmosphere seems intact so no need for suits."
They got to the airlock waited for their ships boarding ramp to extend. To prevent possible contaminants, ship atmospheres never come in contact with each other and crews are disinfected. The sprays in the walls fired what looked like jets of steam, bathing the party in disinfectants and antiseptics.
Gray coughed, "Gah! That always gets me."
They boarded the small ship, just large enough for all of them, and set a course for the derelict freighter. As they arrived, they maneuvered so that the rear of the ship faced the space hulk and slowly backed up. Indicators flashed on the control panel relaying information to the pilot, Steel.
Steel: "Steady now.....steady...THUMP"
With a loud steel clang they struck the ship. Steel presses a button which magnetically anchored them to its surface, making an airtight seal using flexible strips of material.
Steel: "Starting breaching procedure"
He pushed some more buttons and welding sounds were heard reverberating through the hull. The ship was cutting a hole in the freighter's hull behind the access hatch using plasma cutters. A few minutes later they heard a loud clang as they broke through. Steel took out his weapon as he approached the door. He listened for sounds for a full minute before opening the hatch. They had breached their way into a dark, long corridor, no sign of any activity.
Flashlights, attached to their wrists were activated as they crept through the corridor. Steel's sunglasses reveal their function as infra-red sights. They made sure to investigate every nook and cranny. "Never assume a ship is deserted" is rule number one. They came up to an open hatch, through which was a small room. It was empty except for a chair with a small terminal. The walls held up what looked like switchboxes.
"A maintenance room", said Steel, still leading the way, "Gray, get on that terminal and see what you can find." He turned and kept an eye on the corridor, his evil looking weapon pointing down it.
Gray sat down at the terminal and looked it over. Good, he thought to himself, just your standard Novus IT-545. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a computer pad. Hooking it up with the appropriate lead, the wireless was dead of course, he quickly bypassed securities and looked through the available systems.
"Ok, let's see....we've got full life support....engines are off, but functional....the main reactor is shut down, possibly damaged...escape pods are all gone...no sign of any activity."
Steel: "See where we might find some good salvage."
Gray: "Most of the ship is in good shape, all sorts of parts to collect...there's also a large cargo bay, on the other side of the ship."
Steel: "Let's go check it out then."
Gray: "I could probably restore power to most systems through the backup supplies. That'd make the job a lot easier."
Steel: "Ok, you stay here with Sam and see what you can do about that. Ratchet, you're with me."
Ratchet: "Lead the way Sir."
They left down the corridor.
Samantha: "Well, just the two of us then I guess." She leant back against the wall, tail swinging below her in a way that accurately convened her boredom.
Gray: "Looks like, guess I better get to work on this."
Gray started digging through the ships computer, trying to find the right protocols to fire up the backup generators. Whoever managed this system wasn't exactly tidy. As a matter of fact the files seemed to have been organized a creature that didn't operate on the same fundamental foundations of logic as him.
He came across dead ends and he encountered numerous errors and security protections. It was a pretty frustrating job. He managed to get a few small systems running, things like some of the locking circuits holding the doors shut or the lights in the corridors. "That should at least make it a bit easier on the guys", he remarked.
Sam: "How long do you think they'll be gone?"
Gray: "Oh, at least 15 minutes. It's a big ship and none of the open corridors leads straight to it."
Sam: "Sigh, I hate waiting around like this."
Gray: "Yeah well, what are you gonna do about it huh?", he went back to work on the ship's computer.
The tigress raised an eyebrow and looked at the wolf typing away on his pad. She got up and walked up behind his chair and planted her paws on his shoulders.
Gray: "Mmm? Need anything?", he asked, distractedly.
Sam slid her paws down his chest and leaned forwards, planting her well-formed breasts on his back. "You.", she whispered in his ear. She gave him a playful lick on the cheek with the scar.
Gray's hand stopped moving as he put down the pad.
Gray: "I thought you and Steel?"
Sam: "No, not for his lack of trying though mind you. But never mind him, turn around wolf."
Gray span the chair around until he faced Samantha, or more accurately, faced her breasts. Sam took his paws and placed them on her hips as she took off her shirt and bra. As her breasts were uncovered, Gray unbuckled her pants. He'd had a few sexual adventures over the years, but nothing was ever serious. He'd picked up enough to feel comfortable and somewhat confident. He softly licked one of the orbs in front of him.
Sam: "Mmmmm, good boy.....we don't have all day, so let's get this going shall we?"
She took off her pants and panties and started undoing the wolf's belt. Gray leant forward and kissed her. Their tongues met and danced around each other slowly. As the belt was loosened, Sam pulled his pants down to his ankles, he lifted his feet out. She dropped down on her knees and took hold of Gray's sheath. She pulled it down to reveal the soft flesh and licked it gently. Her rough tongue rasped over the wolf's growing member. Gray moaned and leant back in his chair.
Gray: "Ugh! Damn your tongue is rough Sam!"
Sam: "Never been with a feline huh? Well aren't you lucky I got bored?"
As Sam kept licking, the wolf's cock quickly swelled up nice and firm. She put one paw on his balls and softly played with them. Gray's cock throbbed in her mouth, ready for action. She ran her paw over it a few times and licked off the pre leaking from the top.
Sam: "There, that's more like it."
She got up off the ground and straddled the wolf, she guided his length to her entrance and let herself drop down. Gray let out a breath of pleasure as his cock was enveloped by the tigress' warm, soft flesh. He pulled her body closer and ran his tongue over her nipples. He felt himself hilt his length inside of her.
Sam started grinding her hips around, her clit rubbed her partner's body as he met her movements. Both of them breathed heavily as their bodies writhed, locked in a hot embrace. The fact that they were not meant to be doing this was driving them on, making everything seems better.
Their radio sounded: "Steel here, we've reached the cargo bay, looks like a lot of good stuff. No problems, heading back."
Gray's paws grabbed Sam's rump, spreading her cheeks. He licked at her nipples as his hard cock moved around inside her. Sam changed her movements and raised herself up slightly. He started thrusting his hips up, slowly at first before speeding up. The feline threw her head back in bliss as the wolf's meat fucked her faster and faster. His knot started bumping at her entrance, trying to break through.
Sam: "Ah!....Gray, you can't knot me here..ah!...we don't have time! You can finish in my mouth instead."
Gray grunted, somewhat disappointed but understanding. They couldn't be caught knotted together here.
Sam: "Just a little longer wolf, I'm almost there!"
Gray picked up the pace as the feline bit on her paw. She groaned loudly as her muscles contracted. The orgasm washed through her with waves of bliss her walls squeezed on the wolf cock fucking her. As she came down from the worst of it, she felt the wolf under her start pushing up. She took the cue and got up, dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the pulsing cock, squeezing his knot hard with her paws as Gray grabbed her head, pushing it down. He bucked his hips upwards as he came in her mouth. He groaned as thick spurts of cum filled her mouth, his cock throbbed and jerked.
As his load was spent, Sam raised her head and looked Gray in the eyes. She swallowed clearly. "Can't leave any evidence lying around, can we?", she asked with a sparkle in her eyes, rubbing her paw over her folds.
Gray looked at her for a few seconds, thinking how that was the hottest thing he's ever done, when they hear a hatch open down the corridor. They shoot back into their clothes and managed to take their places, pretending like nothing happened, before the pair came in.
Steel: "So, any luck on the computer?"
Gray: "Uhm..not much...ehm...it's a mess really, couldn't find the right protocols."
Steel: "We'll just have to unload her the old fashioned way then, cut her open from the outside. But that's a job for the salvage teams. We should head back now."
Ratchet: "Some damn fine stuff in there! It should fetch a lot of credits on the black market, not a lot that we can use though, incompatible parts."
Sam: "How's the medical bay stocked?"
Steel: "Racks full of antibiotics, antivirals and all sorts of stuff, Doc's gonna love the equipment too. Now let's head out."
The team headed back to their ship and detached, docking swiftly with the Survivor.
As they boarded the ship, Elisabeth was waiting for them. She had aged nicely over the years, gaining in beauty but not losing her youthful appearance. She hugged Gray as her adopted child ran up to her. She couldn't help but notice Sam's scent all over him.
The vixen smiled broadly at the news of plenty.
Lisa: "Good! We could use the creds. I'll send out the salvage teams immediately. We can head to a nearby market right after that. I'm thinking the one at Beta Iridani, they usually have good demand for high tech stuff."
The young ship's captain gave the party leave for the day.
Lisa: "Gray, come over here for a second?"
The wolf trotted over smiling.
Gray: "What's up Liz?" (Only he ever called her Liz)
Lisa spoke quietly: "So I'm guessing you and Sam got bored huh?" , she crossed her arms and looked at him seriously.
Gray: "Wha...how?..", his jaw flapped about furiously.
Lisa: "Her scent is all over you. You know you can't do things like that on a mission Gray, it could be dangerous. You could get yourself hurt or worse."
Gray lowered his head and dropped his ears.
Lisa: "Still, at least you mated a hot one. I'd have been disappointed at less.", she grinned widely as Gray's eyes shot up, jaw flapping with renewed determination. She laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek, on his scar as she always did.
Lisa:"Go get 'em stud, just try to keep the missions out of it next time.", she playfully licked his muzzle. She walked away to direct the salvage teams.
Gray stood stunned for a few moments, then he grinned when remembering today's accomplishment and sped off to celebrate with a nice cold glass of Sirian spirit. This drink was often likened to a mugging, expensive and bad for the head. He had some pay saved up for just such an occasion.
An hour later in the crew game room he was playing a game of snooker with some mates and sipping from his glass when Lisa walked in and motioned him over.
Lisa: "Turns out Baxter broke himself an arm today, so we're short one man for the trading party tomorrow."
The trading party was a group of crewmembers that flew a cargo ship to either a planet or a space station in order to find buyers for their salvage and to replenish ship supplies. For security reasons, at least 6 crewmembers were needed for the job.
Lisa:"I signed you up for it."
Gray:"What!? But those things last for at least a whole day, sometime more!"
Lisa:"No use complaining, it's already taken care of. It's about time you get familiar with negotiations and how to handle yourself around other people besides the crew.
The vixen smiled mischievously and added casually: "...oh yes, Samantha's coming along for the same reason."
Gray's ears perked up. Lisa grinned as she continued: "You'll probably have to spend the night there, there's a lot of stuff that needs selling. I took out some funds to get everyone a room at a local hotel." She kissed him on the scar. "Let's call it your birthday gift." She turned and headed out to the bridge.
Gray's mind was processing the information as efficiently as he could. Triple checking his conclusion and double checking the triple checking.....spending the night with Samantha?....In a hotel?....with Samantha?
Now that's what I call a bloody birthday gift! It wasn't his birthday till two months from now, but who thinks about details like that at this stage? Idiots, that's who. He went to sleep that night feeling warm and fuzzy. The last thing he felt was the stretching feeling and fuzzy brain that are the result of the ship opening a wormhole.