Journey to Janus
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 7
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A routine stop over to deliver freight consignments and smuggle some goods past the local port authority to make a few extra credits. Spend some time with friends. Get a high paying offer to smuggle munitions to some rebels. Nothing out of the ordinary for Duma Waterfall and her family. What could go wrong?
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Incest Mother Son Brother Sister
Two days later, we met with Captain Renaldo. The news was not good. They had considered a rescue attempt to get Senator Vaytoo and his family out of detention. The compound where the Senator and his family were held had tight security at all the entry points. Captain Renaldo explained there was one maintenance door unguarded by security patrols that could give them access, but it was surrounded by a minefield and Odion 450 Class C security robots.
Oxy sounded excited when she asked, “Did you say Odion 450 Class C robots?”
“Yes, is that significant?” Captain Renaldo asked.
I knew exactly what Oxy was thinking when I asked the big question, “Do they venture into the minefield?”
“Why yes, they do on occasion.”
Oxy sounded excited, “We can do it, Mom. We can help these folks and get our payday. What do you say?”
That started a verbal family brawl.
“No fucking way Oxy. That was play in So’ Bermmun’s Junkyard. This is real and will get you killed.”
“Come on, Mom, we beat it ninety-five times out of a hundred,” I added.
“It’s that 5% that bothers me.” Mom pointed out.
I took Oxy’s side, “Oxy is quicker than she ever was. It’s that 5% that made it interesting.”
“Quicker at getting you off, maybe. I haven’t seen Oxy move her ass in more than a fast walk lately, and then only when someone yells lunch.”
“What the hell are you people talking about?” a perplexed Captain Renaldo asked.
Mom held up her hand to quell Oxy’s response and turned to Captain Renaldo. “When I would layover on the planet Sarraston, I would drop the kids off at So’ Bermmun’s Junkyard to play. I did a lot of business with So,’ and he loved having the kids around. Especially Oxy. He was one hell of a self-taught mechanic and engineer. He had a few junked Odion 450 Class C robots, and he rebuilt one and modified the armament to be non-lethal. He told the kids there was a way to disarm it and not get shot. So’ would set it to guard an area, and the kids spent hours trying to sneak up on it and figure out how to beat it. I would pick them up at the end of the day, and they were covered with red welts and happily planning their next foray.”
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