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Sexy Space Babes: Chapter Twenty Five
🕑 Added 2021-02-09 23:52:54 +0000 UTC“You cleaned out the intake filters?”
Jason paused in the act of wiping his arms, which were liberally streaked with black grime. Glancing over toward Kernathu, he noted that the woman was even more streaked with grime than himself, black smears all over her as she clambered out of the guts of the ship’s engines. Which were currently offline while the two of them engaged in mandatory maintenance.
Well, Kernathu did. He’d had precious little to do since he’d come down here.
“I did,” Jason admitted freely, even as he wondered if he might have overstepped. “You didn’t really give me anything to do, so I…”
He trailed off, before gesturing to a nearby terminal.
“You reset the plasma manifolds too?” The woman said, rushing over to the machine in a manner that had alarm bells ringing in his head.
“Yeah,” he said, standing up and walking over to where the woman was almost frantically moving through the computer system’s many diagnostic windows, her black ponytail bouncing about as she moved. “The steps in the technical manual seemed simple enough.”
He felt his heart dropping as the engineer seemingly ignored him, focusing instead on the screen in front of her. Time seemed to drag as the woman’s eyes flitted across the runic Shil’vati text.
“It’s good,” she finally said.
Jason felt himself exhale a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Leaning on a nearby terminal, he felt a relieved smile come to his face. “Shouldn’t it be? I realize I’m not exactly classically trained here, but it’s hardly rocket science.”
He laughed a bit at his little joke, given that it very much was rocket science, but that laugh died in his throat as the diminutive female engineer turned to look at him. Either his joke hadn’t crossed the cultural divide, or she was wondering where he got off ‘taking the initiative’, because if he were to place the girl’s expression, he’d probably have put it at ‘mystified’.
“It’s good,” she repeated tonelessly.
Jason leaned back, now feeling a little defensive. “Well, yeah. I said I followed the steps in the technical manual, didn’t I?”
He didn’t mean to get heated, but her reaction was giving him uncomfortable flashbacks to the start of his Shil’vati engineering course. Professor Geer had been a competent enough teacher, but she had an irritating habit of being surprised when her students proved more capable of understanding Shil’vati tech than she’d been expecting.
And she hadn’t had high expectations, which meant she was often surprised.
Which had annoyed the shit out of him and a few of his fellow engineering students. The notion that the aliens thought humanity too ‘primitive’ to understand their tech when they had working examples of it in front of them.
“Oh no!” Kernathu cried suddenly, throwing up her arms frantically as her analytical engineering mindset switched back to the shy young woman he’d become far more accustomed to. “I wasn’t… saying you couldn’t do it…. I was just surprised!”
She paused as he raised an eyebrow.
“Not, like surprised surprised, but like, normal surprised.” The alien turned away, flushing blue. “I mean, normally surprised. Not because you’re human or a guy… or something like that.”
Now Jason was feeling guilty for his slightly uncharitable thoughts as his ‘superior’ twisted herself into knots as she desperately proclaimed that she wasn’t ‘one of those people’. Which he was pretty sure she was, at least on some level, given that her gut reaction to him performing an incredibly simple task was to double-check it.
Or perhaps he was being uncharitable again. Seeing an unconscious bias where there wasn’t one. Was he unconsciously paranoid about Shil’vati having unconscious biases?
Deciding not to go down that particular rabbit hole, he coughed quietly, in an attempt to interrupt Kernathu’s ongoing stammering.
“I don’t think you are,” he… partially lied. “You were just checking my work, right? Like a supervisor normally does?”
Kernathu saw the out for what it was and grabbed onto it like her life depended on it.
“Yes!” she nodded eagerly. “I was just double-checking your work. For safety.”
Jason smiled reassuringly. “Well, given that my work was up to code, is there anything else I could do to help?”
Maybe it wasn’t exactly the most ideal segue way into getting more tasks, but if this little incident stopped the short Shil’vati from continuing to treat him like an unexpected, and incredibly fragile, piece of decoration, he’d be happy.
“Up to?” Kernathu mouthed, before trailing off as she glanced down at his smear stained hands. It was as if a light went on inside her head, and as she glanced back up, it felt like for the first time she was really looking at him.
“Do you know what a mag-wrench is?” she asked, almost tentatively.
Jason just nodded, deliberately not taking offense at a question that suggested his superior had an almost insulting low opinion of his knowledge base. Plus, it would have been hard to hold a grudge as the alien positively shook with excitement.
“Come. Come over here.” She said, skipping over to an open maintenance hatch. “You can pass me tools while I work on this graviton refractor. I’ll explain what I’m doing while I work. Then you can work on the others.”
Jason nodded as he followed after her, almost as happy as the alien herself to finally be doing something useful.
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“Nope,” Jason enunciated as they stepped off the Whisker’s cargo ramp, bracing himself against the biting Gurathu chill. “No bars.”
Three weeks spent in space made him appreciate being on-planet all the more. If he thought being cooped up in the Gauntlet had been bad, living in the close confines of the Whisker was infinitely worse. It wasn’t intolerable or anything, but after the first week, he’d definitely been feeling more than a little stir crazy. Something Assisse had warned him might happen while he was acclimatizing to ship life.
Sure things had gotten a little better ever since Kernathu had realized he actually had uses beyond standing around looking pretty, but even that could only go so far.
Point was, he was glad to breathe some air that hadn’t been breathed, farted out and then recycled a good dozen times before it reached him.
“What do you mean, ‘no bars’?” Rocket whined as she gripped his arm, getting glares from everyone else as she not-so-subtly buried the appendage in her fairly modest – by Shil’vati standards – cleavage.
Jason rolled his eyes, but didn’t bother retracting the offending limb. Complicated comparisons between the shuttle pilot and Raisha aside, it wasn’t as if he disliked the sensation. Hell, he’d damn near given in to her flirting a good half-dozen times during the patrol.
He hadn’t though.
Even if he knew Raisha expected him to seek out other women, it still felt… odd to his human sensibilities. He knew he’d shake them eventually, as his libido or his rationality got the better of him, but for now, he was going without.
Much to Rocket’s disappointment.
“I mean, I’m not heading to a bar,” Jason said simply, well aware that he had half the crew’s eyes on him. And he was reasonably sure it was only half because Tisi, Kernathu, Cerilla and Assisse had hung back to complain about the B-Crew’s poor maintenance of the Whisker, lest Kernathu – and him, he supposed – return to find several key tasks forgotten when they returned in three weeks.
He and the crew wouldn’t be off for the entirety of those three weeks, because even a crew-in-port had jobs to do, but three weeks in space mandated extra-leave on the return. Which Rocket and the others wanted to celebrate by immediately hitting up the nearest bar.
“It’s a… tradition,” Rocket said, tugging ineffectually on his arm.
“No, it’s not,” Glider said, as they stepped across the car park and towards the public transit terminal. “Don’t lie to the human because you’re trying to get lucky.”
Rocket looked positively affronted, at being caught in her lie or sold out by her fellow pilot, Jason couldn’t say. A mixture of both in all likelihood. She turned her eyes plaintively on him, clearly now trying an emotional appeal where a logical one failed.
“Nope,” Jason shot her down instantly. “My last three bar visits went poorly. The first time got me conscripted into the military - after I got into a drunken fist fight with an off-duty marine. The second… some stuff with the Interior happened. And the third, I ended up puking Red-Grain all over some Shil’vati businesswoman’s apartment.”
And it had been a very nice and no doubt very expensive apartment. He’d cleaned it up as best he could, using what he could find, but in the end had decided that discretion was the better part of valor and skipped out before his evening’s host had awoken from last night’s ‘engagement’.
He’d consoled himself with the fact that if he hadn’t, he would have been late for his appointment with Raisha and her family, but he still felt pretty shitty about the whole thing. For a number of different reasons. Not least of all his complete lack of self-control the moment a drop of alcohol entered his system and the aforementioned hang-up about ‘cheating’ on his girlfriend.
A girlfriend who was who knows how many lightyears away right now. One he still needed to find a way to send a message to, given that his location was technically ‘classified’, which meant no mail, in or out. One final fuck-you from whoever had stranded him here.
“Come on, nothing like that’ll happen this time,” Rocket continued. “We’ll be with you.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Jason said, finally extracting his arm from the cozy embrace it had been in. “I’m just not interested.”
Rocket looked like she was about to try again, but Scales interrupted her.
“Just leave it you dolt,” the shivering lizard woman said. The grey skinned alien was wrapped up in so many coats she looked like she was a walking fabric cocoon. Yet even through the scarf wrapped tightly around her face, Jason could see that the faintly aristocratic woman was miserable and shivering. “Leave him alone and go to the transit terminal to get our bus! Preferably before I freeze my tail off.”
Rocket looked momentarily offended, but after a glance at Scales thunderous expression, quickly jogged off to do exactly that.
“Thanks Scales,” Jason said.
The woman gave him what might have been a shrug under her coat covering. “Rocket’s a good girl, but can be a bit headstrong. Sometimes you’ve got to be firm to get her to stop badgering you.” The woman sneezed. “Plus, I wasn’t lying. I really do want to get to the Pink Boy and out of this cold as fast as possible.” She eyed him up and down. “Though it is a shame, you aren’t coming.”
Behind her, Glider said nothing, determinedly staring off into the middle distance, but the way her long ears dipped slightly suggest that she might have felt the same.
I didn’t know they could move, Jason mused as he watched them twitch in the cold air. The ship’s pilot noticed him looking, and seemed to shrink in on herself.
Rapidly averting his gaze from what he knew was a sore topic for the woman, he focused on the crunching of snow beneath his feet as he shifted about in an attempt to keep blood flowing to his extremities. The bodysuits they wore were pretty fantastic insulators, even though they couldn't completely keep out the planet’s natural chill.
Glancing over, he saw Rocket was gingerly tapping away at the Transport Terminal’s screen, which would summon an automated self-driving bus over to them for a tiny fee. As he watched the short pilot shivering in the cold, he momentarily considered joining them on their trip to the bar. Not just because it would be the sociable thing to do, but because it would get him out of the cold faster than waiting for the next bus to arrive.
As he watched a large vehicle pull out from a nearby squat structure and begin rumbling down the road towards them, he considered what else he’d be doing tonight if he didn’t get on that bus?
Hanging out at the barracks? Reading old tech manuals, he decided.
By his old standards that wasn’t a bad way to spend a day, but after the last three weeks, he wanted to be out and do something. It just so happened to be that said thing wasn’t getting drunk in a bar.
And invariably sleep with some Shil’vati because of my horrific lack of self-control, he grumbled internally.
“I am heading out on a hunting trip.”
He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the voice behind him. Yaro stood there, completely nonplussed by his reaction. Calming his beating his heart, he tried not to glare at the Rakiri. For such big creatures, they sure could move quietly. Though he had yet to figure out if that was a Rakiri thing or a Yaro thing.
“You hunt?” he asked.
Yaro nodded. “All Rakiri hunt.”
Coming from anyone else he might have taken that response as sarcastic. Coming from Yaro it was just a statement of fact. He was pretty sure he could ask her what color the sky was, and she’d respond with all seriousness that it was blue. Then she’d probably ask if he needed medical aid, but that was neither here nor there.
Point was, his interest was piqued. He hadn’t been hunting in… well, it had been a while.
“…Would it be ok if I joined you?”
“I would not have mentioned it if I did not intend to offer,” the alien said. “It reflects well on you that you have accepted. Rakiri consider the art of the hunt to be of utmost importance. The notion that many sapients go their entire lives without ever eating something they have slain with their own claws is… odd to us.”
Even as he nodded, he couldn’t help but notice that Rocket had returned while they were talking, and now looked a little queasy. Which was all kinds of odd to him, given that he knew for a fact that her shuttle had a laser pod slung under the nose. Yet somehow the notion of hunting had the woman looking ill.
Weird.
“Well, I’d love to come with,” Jason said, turning his attention back to Yaro. “It’s been too long since I’ve engaged in the ‘art of the hunt’.”
Truth be told, he also wanted to get to know Yaro a bit more. Despite the fact that they’d spent three weeks on the same ship, they hadn’t really spoken. If they were together, he was usually with someone else, and the soft-spoken alien seemed more content to let her purple colleagues speak than do so herself.
“Be careful. Don’t get him eaten by anything,” Glider instructed as the bus arrived.
Jason resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t need a babysitter.
It wasn’t worth arguing about though. It was just the classic Shil’vati thing where the male needed ‘protection’. Sure, he knew it wasn’t founded in maliciousness or even conscious thought really, but it was annoying as hell.
Yaro glanced over his shoulder. “If he is accustomed to hunting, I’m sure our new pack-mate is capable of taking care of himself, but I will endeavor to ensure his safety regardless.”
In that moment, he could have hugged the big werewolf-catwoman – and not just because it was freezing outside, and her fur coat looked plush and warm as hell.
Spirits buoyed, he nearly missed it as the Rakiri suddenly turned around and started silently walking back toward the car park.
Glancing at Glider for an explanation, she just shrugged. “She’ll do that. It’s a Rakiri thing. Hello and goodbye aren’t big things for them.” She cocked her head slightly, sending her ears to jiggling. “It’s why I told her to look out for you. The captain went hunting with her once and nearly got lost a half-dozen times because Yaro kept silently wandering off.”
Mentally apologizing to Glider for his earlier thoughts, he made a mental note to keep a close eye on his guide lest he end up lost and alone on an alien ice-planet. He gave the pilot a quick goodbye before jogging after the Rakiri.
“So how are we getting… wherever we’re going?” he asked as he pulled up beside her.
“There is an area on the outskirts of the colony that my family owns the hunting rights to.” Yaro said without preamble. “As for how, my car of course.”
The pair stepped once more onto a car-park filled with vehicles that wouldn’t have looked too out of place on Earth. Sure, they were a bit more rugged-looking than your average motor vehicle, but aside from that, all the basic components were the same. Cab, doors, wheels. A few beats bigger than average, but that was only to be expected given the relative species size difference.
He didn’t know why that surprised him though. Thinking about it, he’d half been expecting Yaro to be riding around on some kind of beast of burden. Which made no sense when he gave it more than a moment’s thought. It was obvious that the Rakiri were an advanced race. Yet, he kept looking at them and equating the fur, fangs, and facepaint, and assuming they were… cruder.
Apparently, just like the Shil’vati, he had his own preconceptions to work through.
Fortunately, Yaro hadn’t noticed his surprise. Or if she had, had chosen not to comment on it. Which from what he’d seen of her, would be totally in keeping with her personality. While the crew oft slung jabs at each other, much like a group of human guys might, Yaro never responded in kind. She simply laughed along.
Moving to stand next to a squat grey vehicle that was fairly encrusted with ice, she pulled out a pair of keys.
“Shall we?”
Comments
Nathan Desrochers
Ok, thanks and keep up the amazing chapters!!!
Gabriel
Every 2-3 days
Nathan Desrochers
Sorry about this question, but what is the upload schedule for these amazing chapters? I couldn’t find it
Andrew
Thank you!
Blue Fishcake
Kernathu is pretty short and weedy for a Shil'vati. Essentially the classic 'nerd' archetype.
I know it's not gonna end up that way. But I now really want this to turn into Jason using a spear and using the age old practice of endurance hunting (and possibly spear chucking) to hunt. Yaro mentioned killing it with Fangs so the idea of him having to go "ancient" with his hunting method as well would be entertaining. She could be impressed that he run so long especially to hunt, while he is internally upset because he couldn't use a gun.
SquiddlyWinks
Thanks. Would it be 4 bar trips with the time he went to the strip club and morphed into a rainbow-vomit breathing dragon? He vomits often, it’s a good humanizer to get us on his side and show vulnerability.
David Ellis
"...but that laugh died in his throat as the diminutive female engineer turned to look at him." I was slightly surprised by 'diminutive' here as I thought all Shil'vati females were larger than humans and the males about equal size?
