A beautiful girl. Her Space Marine. Their little boy. A little downtime on an alien planet....and surfing. As well as a little sports fishing. It's more or less a sequel to "I Married a Heptapod", but it stands on its own.
Where are we going, Polinka asked. You'll see, her father teased. Grr, she complained. And then she saw where and how and how much he had planned, and she forgave him everything. A fortnight in a campervan, visiting UFO hotspots, even attending a UFO conference in Ireland, and bonding even closer than ever to her beloved father. Expect teenage silliness, a little naughtiness, a little self-discovery, and reptile people. Maybe. NB: most tags are one-time only, not the whole story.
Ivan Merciant was a political convict for 20 terran-years, freed by smugglers to locate the lost Treasury of the wealthy Merciants, once Dukes of Como Prime in the days of the old Galactic Empire. Led by two murderous smugglers, financed by Lillian, a Republican courtesan, related to the dead Emperor, served by the everloving domestic help Selene, they embark to navigate a treacherous triple-sun system to find hidden treasure, knowing survival depends on the greed of their present crew mates.
A cargo ship in space, with an all woman crew and a mysterious container. Nothing bad will happen right? After all, in space no one can hear you scream in ecstasy.
James sat in Ten Forward, listening as Crusher and Troi lamented the polywater incident and how no one had fucked either of them. He sighed, gutted that he’d missed out—his job so lowly he hadn’t even realized it was happening. Had he known, he would’ve fucked them both and married Troi. Q, eavesdropping, materialized to make James’s wish cum true. Not edited by Steven, he's busy working on the New World!