Chapter 3

Author’s Note: Everyone is eighteen!

Starring
Lucithana as Hana Song
Kitty as Nora
Nathan Ravenwood as Rakain
Jason as Sam
Cyrano Johnson as Xata

*Previously, on Starfinder: Hana, Nora, Rakain and Sam – childhood friends and currently unemployed 19 and 20 year olds – decided to set out together on an adventure with their shared friend, Amieko Woodwise (a local orphan.) However, their adventure ended up uncovering the ship that brough Ami to their backwoods town ... and the truth that it was a vessel from the mysterious Tian Star Empire – fleeing with the last daughter of the Emperor in cryogenic storage. That daughter ... is Amieko. Now, sworn to protect her and discover the truth of her birthright, our heroes settle down for the night.

Unaware that darker forces than they could imagine already begin to stalk them... *

“Zaiiiiiiiiiiobeeeeeeeee!”

The voice echoed through the guts of the musty, rusty, damp and generally smelly Brineice Asteroid Base. It was high, whiny, nasil, and entirely unpleasant. Zaiobe stuck her nose into the air and then crossed her feathered arms over her chest as she refused to turn towards the doorway leading from her chambers.

Zaiobe was upset with her boyfriend, and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of anything.

Kikonu stuck his nose and his head into the room. The nose came first and came for quite a while - it was nearly six inches long, and thrust from his bright red head like a finger. It twitched as he grinned at Zai, his teeth flashing brightly as he sang: “Zaiobe! Don’t sulk!”

Zaiobe made a quiet ‘humph’ noise and turned her back to face him even more intently. Her tail feathers twitched upwards and Kikonu stepped into the room. The red skinned, long nosed humanoid put his hands on the golden-brown skin of Zai’s shoulders, squeezing gently as he purred in her ear.

“If you put out,” he said, his voice shifting to a musical, beautiful female voice. “I’ll give your voice back.”

Zai turned around and punched him in the chest as hard as the harpy could. Kikonu laughed nasily as he stepped backwards, avoiding the punch, while Zai silently picked up her laptop, clearly about to try and brain him with it.

“Boss!”

A squawking voice interrupted the lover’s spat as a beaked head stuck into the room from the doorway. The sleek, black furred human/raven combo wore a crude blue and black uniform that hung around his muscular form in tatters. His eyes were dim and unintelligent - but they looked at Kikonu with a serious worry. “What is it, you stupid corby!?” Kikonu snarled, stepping over and kicking his minion in the stomach. The corby fell to his knees, coughing, beak opening then clacking shut.

“It’s the KCU!” the corby gasped.

Kikonu sighed, dramatically, and put his hands on his hips. “What about the KCU?”

“It’s acting funny!” The corby said, looking up at him.

“Ugh,” Kikonu rolled his eyes. “Fine. Lead the way.”

The two walked through the asteroid base - walking past rooms where other corby were lounging around, chatting and playing dice and eating what victuals they had grabbed. Several had recently come back from a raid on a Pact transport and so had plenty of fresh limbs to gnaw on, though the corby who had called ‘dibs’ on the half-orc was clearly realizing that munching on the greenskin had been a mistake, considering how they were still trying to bite through the bicep. Kikonu nodded, clearly quite happy with his little operation.

Then he and the corby came to the engineering bay. A thrumming, green paneled reactor filled the room with a bright light while an immensely obese woman lounged on a wheelchair. Her flesh was green, even accounting for the greenish light of the reactor - green and covered with pustules. Her left eye was milky white and her right was a large, crudely made augmetic one that whirred and clicked as it zoomed in on Kikonu.

“What’s the matter, my darling Muthldah?” Kikonu asked.

The ogerkin snorted - more accurately, she inhaled through her nose, then spat the phlem out into a large bucket near her console. “Tha’ fuckin thing’s gone nuts...” She said, gesturing with a single fat hand at the central reactor. She tapped a few buttons and the green shutters fell away. The room’s light changed to a brilliant white - and the reactor opened upwards and outwards, like an inverted metal flower.

Suspended in a glowing magical field was a bright speck of white light, bouncing around as it thrummed in circles, spinning around and around and around, making an almost perfect donut of movement.

Kikonu rubbed his long nose.

“Looks like she’s awake,” he muttered. Then, beaming, he turned to the corby. “Get the fighters ready.”

“Why, boss?” the corby asked. “We just came back from a-”

Kikonu clamped his red palm around the beak, snarling. “Because I said so you stupid bird...” he snarled, then shoved the corby back. Then, looking at Muthildah, he purred quietly.

“Find out what’s drawing our precious kami’s attention...”

Amieko Woodwise walked into the room that the whole party had claimed in the Rusty Dragon, leading Rakain - who had offered his bulk and broad shoulders to carry the immense coolers that Ami had been filling for the past half hour.

“Here’s the drinks!” Ami laughed, reaching up and slapping one cooler, which whirred and clicked, opening up to reveal what looked like every single bottle of soda in town, as well as some whiskies, beers, ales, lagers and gargleblasters.

“Here’s the food!” Ami slapped the other cooler, which whirred open to reveal snacks, snacks, marvelous snacks. Crackers, chips, cookies, and a few dehydrated pizzas for the hydrating ovan in the middle of the kitchen. With both revealed, Ami grabbed a can of Stoka Zola, flopped down onto a bean bag chair, and sighed.

“Here’s to being a ... stupid ... space princess...” she muttered, her voice growing dark. “Also, please, just, right now, can we keep that on the DL. I don’t want you guys telling everyone we meet that I’m a space princess...” She grinned. “It’d make my ego get huge. Then, I would be a bad ... queencess ... or whatever they use in Tianland.”

She sighed, then started to glug down the Stoka Zola.

They had about four hours before Bentha returned from visiting her friends - but for some reason, Ami’s slightly dour mood had radiated outwards, leaving everyone feeling slightly...

Well, like...

Just...

It was hard to place. But they felt like there was a shoe hanging overhead, just waiting to drop.

Rakain, though, shook off the feeling and dug through the drink cooler for an ale, grabbing one and popping the top off with a claw. He sat down on the floor next to Ami’s beanbag, his tail curling around the puffed out fabric. “Deal.”

AAmi gasped as she set the now empty soda can down - leaning forward to place it on Rakain’s head. “I now crown you my head of ... secret ... keeping.” She nodded slightly. As she did so, Xata pulled her violin – a sleek, glowing plastic instrument – and started to slide her bow along it. Her magic crackled in the air, adding some ghostly accompaniment to her music.

Rakain moved his head from side to side, keeping the can balanced. “What, no gold and diamonds?”

“Probably just better to not go broadcasting it in general practice honestly. Never know when somebody will try for a ransom or something.” Nora commented, fiddling with the readout on her arm. Her little drone skittered over to Ami in order to get the mechanic a cool can a beer.

“I’m pretty sure you graduate from princess to incest, right?” Hana said seriously as she moved over to reach for a can of soda, popping it open and drinking it with a wicked smirk. Ami stuck her tongue out at Hana as the can fell from Rakain’s head to the ground behind him with a clank. Rakain stared at the can like it was an annoying bug.

Xata soared into the music, throwing her whole being into it, doing her best to discover new angles and dimensions. Response to her busking on Absalom Station had been tepid, but possibilities occurred to her and she felt herself begin to Sing, conjuring up new -- to her -- aural variants. Ami bobbed her head with the music as it filled the air, grinning slowly. “That’s ... pretty good...” She said. “You are now my royal bard!” She said, cheerfully.

“Don’t worry, we won’t spread around that you’re a space princess. We don’t even know if you are- you may be an heir apparent or actually an empress now.” Sam teased and knelt down before Ami. “What is your desire- my Queen?” She hammed out in a manner that made the first letter of queen actually sound capitalized. Ami lifted a single bare foot – she had kicked her shoes off earlier – and pushed Sam away playfully. Since Sam was a freaking Amazonian musclewoman, she reacted to Ami (who was a hundred pounds soaking wet) in the same way a boulder did to a kitten rubbing against it.

Xata’s circuits glowed with delight at Ami’s pronouncement, but she stayed focused on the music. Hana snickered, “Already abdicating your barding duties, Ami? Laaazy...” She teased slightly, then frowned, “I’m thinking we should set the cans up for target practice so maybe I can learn to hit shit.” She stuck out her tongue playfully.

Xata promptly launched into a new song with the Elvish title “Hit Shit.”

“Or maybe reprogram that drone of yours a bit,” Rakain teased, taking another swig of his ale as he looked at Nora’s ferretbot, which still glowed brightly thanks to its newly incorporated laser pistol. Ami grinned, then stood. She stepped over, picking up her empty can, then sat it back onto Rakain’s head.

“Boom, now you have a reason to not miss!” She said, sticking her tongue out at Hana.

Rakain kept his head still, his expression flat. “I swear to Desna if you actually...”

Hana snorted, “Oh yes, life or death situations are not a reason to aim properly, but not cracking Rak in the head is totally going to do it.” She snickered.

“Too much effort put into the active camo, not worth it.” Nora answered in comment to reprogramming her bot. The little near-mammalian looking machine dragged the can of beer over with it’s jaws before nipping Nora to alerting her to the drink.

“Well, to be fair, during life or death scenarios, you’re protected by everyone else!” Ami said, cheerily, grinning as she leaned her elbows on Rakina’s broad shoulders.

Xata took up a refrain, adding it into her song: “Don’t crack Rak in the head. Don’t crack Rak in the head, y’all ... don’t crack Rak in the head. Don’t crack Rak in the head, y’all ... don’t crack Rak in the head.”

“Took almost three years to get that code for the system to not crash in like ... seconds,” Nora murmured, petting the head of her drone with a single metal finger. The tiny mammilian drone nipped at her fingertips with a faint clink.

“Ugh, way to remind us of the ways in which we’re as vulnerable as you fleshlings.” Hana said, sticking her tongue out at Nora. She waved her hand out, picking up the can with her mind, bonking Ami on the head with it a few times. She smirked at Xata, “Bit repetitive, but I can get behind the message.”

Xata worked in an extra-flirty violin trill.

Ami squeaked, holding up her hands to try and beat back the can bumping into her head. “Nooo! My hubris!” She groaned as she fell dramatically backwards, throwing her arm over her eyes as if she had been slain, her hair spreading around her head like a black halo.

“DNA, Code. Just building blocks when you look at it,” Nora said back in response to Hana, sticking her own tongue out in response. The mechanic waved away her false arm display and reached for her beer to crack open then drink.

Rakain got on one knee and turned around so his broad chest loomed over Ami. “Careful, or I may just take on the role of Royal Tickler too.” He waggled his fingers menacingly.

“See, that’s why royals wear crowns. All of them are secretly magic items with force fields and anti-can weaponry.” Hana nodded, “I mean, after Prince Madeup the NotReal Kingdom died by a beer can to the skull, they realized you can’t be too careful.”

“That is lo ... g...” Ami turned bright red as she noticed that Rakain was looming over her. She gulped and coughed. “U-Uh ... I don’t ... have a royal tickler...” She stammered.

Xata switched into Dirge Mode to commemorate Prince Madeup, who did not appear in her databases but must have been significant.

“Now you do!” Rakain said, putting his hand on Ami’s belly and jittering his fingers around, careful not to shred her shirt with this claws. Sam stood up after a moment and stretched, then began the process of removing her armor now that Ami was distracted. Hidden Soldier Plate wasn’t subtle, almost a modern recreation of ancient full plate with modern materials the exterior was a series of chromed interlocking plates shaped mostly into a humanoid form. The helmet was the namesake of the armor, almost completely enclosed to hide the face when the faceplate was closed, with only the eyes visible through a single slit set with a visor.

The undercoat was pretty much a padded bodyglove and in her model slash knockoff it was kept separate from the main body of the armor. Peeling it off of her showed her to be in the large tank top and panties she normally lounged around in.

As the rest conversed she went over to the cooler and grabbed a beer. “Anyone else want one while I’m up?”

“See Sam, that is why SOME of us decided to learn how to manipulate reality with out minds.” Hana said, summoning a bag of chips over to her hand, the bag floating free from the cooler with a haze of glowing magic. Then, as she tugged the bag open, Hana turned to look at Ami. “Soooo, are we going to be seeing that hardcore porn you promised us earlier, Ami?” She grinned wickedly, sensually sliding a chip into her mouth and chewing on it.

Ami squirmed. “Eeee!” She kicked her legs, her shirt rolling up slightly as Rakain tickled her, revealing her golden brown skin, her belly taut and flat ... she was a skinny girl, but she wasn’t fat or flabby even underneath her clothes. There were lines of muscle to trace, and Rakain traced them as Ami blushed and grabbed his wrist. “Stoooop!” She laughed and giggled, wiping her eyes as she did so.

Xata signaled her desire for a beverage by sticking one arm directly in the air as she launched into the most depressing dirge ever commposed.

“And noo!” Ami giggled. “I didn’t promise anything!”

Rakain turned to call to Sam, his eyes lingering on the curve of her rump, even as a single finger of his traced Ami’s belly button. “Grab me another ale, would you please?”

“Well some of us aren’t interested in bending the universe over our knees and giving it a spanking. We reserve that for people.” Sam flirted at Hana and popped open the can, chugging half of it as the other reached into the cooler and pulled out another. She gave a lazy underhand throw to lob the can into Xata’s hand, before tossing one to Rakain too.

“In my defense, reality is a dirty whooore.” Hana said, grinning playfully.

Xata caught the beer in the midst of playing, smoothly, and gave same a radiant, inviting smile. She then turned and added words to her slow dirge.

Man en efel I-dur gan ben Bu silannan i-gai? Mog i-yewar hen-si hefin Veninan e-yiston Na hef garen, na hef garan Ra wiya ni gendin A-ven ni-lai a-vin, yil vwin Lag a-vil siyem gin. Ivis emben, ivis emben, I-duru Hastamyir. A-hiyi nyir lissu vandin Enas u-mer asdan. A-hiyi nyir lissu vandin Enas u-vai asdan.

She finished off the last lyric with a trill. Then she immediately went back into playing party music. “Xata! You heard your queen, music to be defiled to, she commands it!” Hana said, snapping her finger quickly. Ami, getting a determined look on her face, stood as the music continued to play through the crowd. She stood up as the dirge swung back into party music, then grabbed a hold of the massive bean bag she had been laying on. Her arms strained as she walked past the distracted Rakain - his eyes locked on Sam’s ass, after all ... and then swung the beanbag like a massive pillow at Hana!

“Meep!” Hana’s eyes went wide as the bean bag hit her and she fell limp.

Mid-powering down her first can of beer Nora choked and caught herself from spilling beer all over herself as the beanbag was swung towards Hana, starting to burst into laughter at the growing ruckus. Ami grinned, viciously. “Rakain! As royal tickler, I have a command ... TICKLE!” she pointed at the prone Hana.

Rakain took a deep pull from his ale, then rose and made a big show of rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers. “As you command, my liege!”

Xata’s eyes stayed focused on Sam as she played, her smile remaining perhaps a bit obsessively fixed.

“You’d defile an innocent corpse! You are truly worse than Lord Cruelheart the Douchebag.” Hana said, not moving her body in the slightest as she talked around the beanbag sitting on her chest. Ami grinned, leaning down. She whispered in Hana’s ear, her voice too soft for the others to hear as Rakain thumped towards the prone girl.

“ ... something ... something ... smutty, I had a really clever line, but ... I forgot it...” Ami whispered, before nibbling on Hana’s ear, causing the android girl to squirm slightly and laugh. Sge leaned up to mutter back in Ami’s ear.

“What you’re looking for is: Honey, I will defile your corpse so hard it’ll bring you back to life again,” she purred.

Finishing the can Sam shrugged and bent over to set it down on the ground next to the cooler, her back side to the rest of the group as she did so. With another can of her choice brew in hand she got back up and went over to claim a beanbag for herself.

Xata veered abruptly back into another dirge on hearing of “Lord Cruelhart the Douchebag,” who did not appear in her databases but must have had a miserable existence as a bag for douching. And then back to party music, again, super jarring.

Rakain was unable to determine what the two girls were whispering, but he advanced on Hana, wincing as Xata let rip with the party music. “Ready or not...” he growled playfully.

Ami bit her lip slightly, her face red as she drew back. She grinned at Rakain and then licked her lips. “Well ... Hana...” She said, her voice quiet. “Uh ... mmm ... we can do more than just tickle you. We have the technology. If you don’t renounce your wicked ways, of course.” She nodded sagely.

Rakain raised a spiky eyebrow, his thick tail beginning to whip back and forth. “Oh we do, do we?”

“You would accept mere words at this stage, my liege?” Sam asked rather suspiciously.

“Pfft, I am technology! I have powers far beyond your abilities to break me!” Hana said, coming back to life again and grinning brightly at the other woman. “Especially since Rakain ... was a double agent the whole time! Grab her, Rak!” She said, thrusting a finger at him dramatically. Ami squeaked, her eyes widening - too shocked to easily evade, dodge, or even react.

Xata’s song grew steadily more thumping and erotic as she watched the scene play out.

Rakain pounced, wrapping up Ami in his thick arms and hugging her tightly, but not enough to hurt. Her butt pressed against the front of his waist, and he inhaled a deep breath through his nose, getting a whiff of Ami’s scent.

Ami squeaked, her cheeks bright red. “Eeee! I am betrayed!” She exclaimed, melodramatically. ANd yet, somehow, she was STILL a better actor than the android girl from The Skinshaw Murders. It was strange - they had all been lounging around, watching that video just a day before ... and yet now, everything changed. And now they were back to roughousing and teasing Ami - the national passtime.

“Bwahaha! You have fallen for the oldest Ruse, Ameiko! That rues ... is lying!” She paused. “It’s not creative, but it’s super old.” She snickered slightly, moving to loom over Ami. “Now ... tell us the location of the crown jewels or Rakain won’t ravage you!”

Xata’s eye were yellow as she watched the scene playing out, her circuits glowing as she drove the music. Ami blinked. “Wait, did you say won’t ravage me?” she asked, grinning slightly, clearly trying to remain calm. Sam just stayed quiet and enjoyed the show, and the music, as she sipped her beer.

“Pfft, I know your wicked ways, girl.” Hana smirked playfully. “I know your tetrabytes of porn, don’t think you can fool me.”

“Terabytes?” Rakain whistled, his breath ruffling Ami’s hair. “Impressive.”

Ami blushed. “T-They’re not terabytes!” She squeaked. “They’re ... I mean...” She stammered, biting her lip. “Fine! Ravage me!” She said, sticking out her chin - calling Hana and Rakian’s bluff. “D-Do it!”

Xata’s bow on the violin grew a touch more frantic.

Rakain took a deep breath. “As my Queen commands,” he growled playfully. He pulled Ami tight against his front, nudging his hips a little against her rump. He wanted to so badly, but he still wasn’t entirely sure if they were playing around or were moving on to something else entirely.

“Yattabytes then?” Hana smirked, dropping down, her face inches from Ami’s face, “Are you suuuure you want to call down the thunder, dear? We’ve both seen how vesk fuck. And that’s average vesk, we both know Rak is a cut above that.” She purred wickedly. “And that’s assuming I don’t decide to avail myself of your beautiful little body as well...”

Xata introduced a subtle refrain to the music to echo Hana’s words: “You know how Vesk fuck? You know how Vesk fuck?”

Nora manged to power down the last of her beer now that the scene was changing. Pushing herself up from her spot she quietly slid through the room to snag herself another beer. Ami’s cheeks turned bright red. Her mouth opened as she pressed back against Rakain - as she felt him and more, felt the eyes of everyone else on her. She looked into Hana’s eyes, then looked at Xata as the other android played the violin. She quivered, her body looking like a violin string drawn taut, taut, taut enough to snap ... but more ... her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass, thrusting through her thin cotton shirt. A faint musk filled Rakain and Hana’s noses as they were close enough...

Ami whispered. “D-Do i-”

“BASTARDS!”

The door burst inwards with a gunshot sound and Bentha strode into the room - which suddenly cuased Ami to teleport out of Rakain’s arms (or so it seemed to Rakain) and for Rakain’s balls, already blue scaled, to become entirely blue.

“Motherfucking sons of bitches!” Bentha snarled, taking off her jacket and slinging it over the hook on the side of the entrance to the room. She paused, then looked at the party. “Sorry for interrupting your ... party...” She said. “But...” She snarled, then shook her head, stomping over and picking up one of the last beers from the coolers, opening it with her teeth and starting to drink it down.

Rakain’s hands immediately flew to his crotch as he bit off a loud curse, hoping that Bentha wouldn’t notice the bulge in his pants. “Bentha hi hello how are you?” He asked, his voice strained in a way that only a young man with very blue balls could get.

“So ... good news then?” Hana asked, raising an eyebrow slightly at the irritated halfling woman. “Should we be getting more of those?”

Xata transitioned immediately into Suspense Music. Nora ended up fumbling the can she was holding up into the air at Bentha’s entrance. She yelped and juggled the drink for a full ten seconds before managing to catch it. Bentha took the bottle away from her face, frowning as she eyed Rakain, then looked at Hana. “Yes, it’s great news ... my friends, who owned a ship?” She asked, shaking her head. “Yeah. They retired.” She sighed. “They run a carnival now...”

Xata’s music cut off abruptly. Sam’s attention was on the halfling as she burst into the room, her hand already fishing for the oversized rifle in the collection of gear next to her beanbag, though on recognizing just who it was she relaxed and just chugged the rest of her drink.

“ ... okay, I don’t want to come off too callous, but ... seems a bit of an extreme reaction. We just find someone else with a ship.” Hana said, smiling. Xata nodded, holding her violin to her chest.

“That is unfortunate. Busking in exchange for travel is sub-optimal. Believe me, it’s how I got here.” she said. Bentha scowled and then turned to Hana.

“The reason why I’m pissed is because they didn’t tell me that they didn’t have a ship until having bilked me out of money for the dinner and show...” She rubbed her temples, looking irritated - and slightly flushed.

“So, what you’re saying is we should all go over there and break their kneecaps?” Hana said playfully.

Bentha snorted. “Maybe...” she muttered.

Xata was uncertain. “Breaking kneecaps is physiologically problematic. Are there any other choice ... errr, Mother Bentha?”

“Not unless you want to build a ship,” Bentha said, frowning slightly.

“I can hold them at the right height for you if you’d rather slug them.” Sam offered. “Or give them a little trouble with the guard.” Sam added in a musing tone. Though it was quite clear Sam wasn’t serious.

“You’re supposed to call her mommy and flutter your eyelashes.” Hana said to Xata, nodding seriously.

“Sign me up,” Nora said as she cracked her beer open. “Would rather building something I know will hold up leaving atmo.”

“Well, that’s not a half bad idea.” Sam said with a shrug. “How hard could it be?”

“Whatever we do it’ll have to be tomorrow,” Rakain said. “It’s late, some of us are tipsy and...” Horny. “Flustered.”

“I would rather slug them.” Xata nodded seriously. “It seems more efficacious than fluttering of eyelashes. But I would rather not do either of those things.”

“ ... to be fair we have a whole graveyard full of ships we could make use of if we want to build one. I mean ... I figure a good part of why no one else uses them is because of the dangers of the fire swamp,” Hana pointed out, laying back on her bean bag. Bentha snorted, quietly, then blinked. She looked at Nora. “You...” She paused, then looked at Hana. She nodded. “And...” She looked back to Nora. “Didn’t you, like, fix up half the town?”

“A fire swamp sounds like no problem,” Xata declared confidently. “What is it going to contain? Rodents of unusual size, or something? That seems vanishingly unlikely.”

“If it wasn’t a busted up HVAC line keeping a cooler cooling, it was damaged wiring, rusting walls, broken lights, buggy computers...” Nora started, counting things off one by one between sips of beer.

Bentha grinned. “Well, if you don’t mind putting in the work...” She paused. “Didn’t you drag home some power crystals?”

“Yup.” Sam replied and lazily patted the sealed pack.

“So, I think it should look like a dragon, have three holodecks, and be made out of spun sugar. All my decrees are utterly sensible!” Hana thrust her arms into the air.

“I’ll say we take your expertise when it actually is your area of expertise.” Sam teased.

Bentha snorted. “Well ... if you want to put in the work, go for it.” SHe sighed. “Me? I’m going to sleep off that fucking horrible toyduk they drink in the carnival...” She started to walk away - heading up the stairs. The last thing they saw of her was the jiggling of her curvaceous buttocks as she went up the stairs - a sight that was on a perfect sight line for Nora to watch, if she didn’t look away.

As she left, Ami bit her lip. “S-So, uh, we should, um ... design! Yes!” she nodded - studiously not looking at Hana, Rakain or Xata.

“You think there is someone here better equipped to bellow random madness than I?” Hana said to Sam, rearing up indignantly.

“Well, no, Hana. But when it comes to what a spaceship should have, I’d rather lean to listening to Nora. For you Hana, we should listen when it comes to lewd and pornographic art within the ship.” Sam teased.

Xata cut off her performance and said:”Momentary pause. We are acquiring a space ship?”

Nora was starting to mumbled design basics to herself as Bentha left, very glad to have the view of that bouncing rear in front of her (even if it caused a momentary lapse of design). Xata’s circuits glowed with excitement. She added: “Will it contain opportunities for Adventuring Companions to Bond while Fighting Evil? My cultural databases are crying out with wonder!”

Rakain nodded, his head still fuzzy from embarrassment, alcohol, and his own libido. “Imma need a lot of lewd pornography later...” the vesk muttered. Ami blushed, then leaned over to whisper in Rakain’s ear.

“You could always ask Hana ... apparently, she has Tian porn,” she murmured.

“You got paid, so you can get a computer.” Sam teased Rakain. “Or- I could relieve you later, get you laid instead.” She flirted, her cheeks just a bit flushed from the alcohol.

“So. Much. Porn.” Hana nodded sagely. “Did you know Tian regularly involved dragons in their porn?! Tian dragons and western ones too!” She said cheerfully.

Xata’s eyes and circuits glowed bright purple. She launched into an entirely new song, her first composition. Its title was Tian Porn Spaceship! Ami gaped. “D ... Dragon porn?” She asked. “Like ... it’s a CGI or animated thing, right?” She asked, sounding baffled and stunned at the same time.