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Artemis' Bow, Chapter 1, Part 7
🕑 Added 2017-03-14 11:25:26 +0000 UTC---------------
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Do we have cameras?
Artemis stood in the airlock of the Jackal for the second time that day, reading the pressure gauges on the side of the wall. The Jackals monitors and control stations were as worn as the walls they were set into. Holographic AR displays flickered and pulsed with static, while heavy display panels were scarred with cracks. The floor beneath her looked rusted, paint flaked between her toes.
Compared to the ship they were docking with, the Jackal felt ancient. But, Artemis knew she was a reliable creature. Shed earned the right to her age.
I do, Demeter replied in Artemis ear, shall I patch them through to you?
No, the wolf replied, disliking the thought of a dozen camera feeds obscuring her vision. Just give me a basic overlay and keep watch.
Always.
The heavy sound of footfalls in the corridor heralded the approach of one of her crew. Artemis had requested the presence of her weapons specialist, Alexandra, but Aava had expressed an interest in boarding the other ship as well. As long as the crew had been, as Demeter suggested, incapacitated, she didnt see a problem with it.
Artemis herself was dressed in her light combat gear. Despite all precautions having been made, she felt stronger with a good set of ballistic plate armour between her and a potentially hostile crew. She felt her hand fall to its familiar location on the handle of her pistol. It felt as natural there, as it did on the controls in her cockpit. As she turned to see who was approaching, the sight that greeted Artemis nearly sent her falling to the ground in shock.
What the hell happened to you, Artemis asked, the words slipping from her mouth before she could stop them.
Alexandra had dressed herself in light combat armour - or had at least made some sort of attempt. Where usually a single set of plates was enough to cover her midriff, today, a series of plates had been hastily strapped together in several rows to protect a vast gut. Even with plates in the way, it was blatantly obvious that her stomach surged outwards and sagged downwards, as though she were a mother due with child three times over. Artemis could hardly understand the sheer size of the girls stomach, so large that she suspected that she could curl up inside it without much difficulty. All around the sagging, wobbling, sloshing dome of a stomach, Alex was wearing her usual plate armour, strapped to her arms, legs, feet and hands. The straps at her sides bit into swollen flesh, where theyd once been able to reach around her stomach with no difficulty. The dragon flicked her tail and hid the barest of blushes as she examined a datapad strapped to her wrist.
Just a little water weight, she replied.
Artemis rubbed her eyes. She asked, Can you even work like this, wondering what was happening to her crew.
First Aava, now Alex. On reflection, it was good that Demeter had been able to disable the enemy, as Artemis wasnt sure her crew would have been up to a firefight in their current condition.
Of course, Alexandra replied, as though it were hardly a question. My bones are reinforced with high modulus polyethylene thermoplastics.
Supporting her claim was clear evidence that the girl carried her weight with ease. Artemis felt certain that if Alexs bones were reinforced, it was a good bet her muscles had been augmented too. Despite weighing what must have been over twice her normal weight, Alex looked as formidable as ever; as though she were ready to throw that weight at anything that might cause them harm.
Artemis couldnt help but feel impressed.
Yet more stomping down the corridor meant that Aava was approaching, but Artemis and Alex didnt wait. Demeter had given them the green light and the door to the airlock slowly began to part. A powerful current of air washed over them like the breath of a great monster, and the SREs airlock hissed open. They would be boarding near its cargo bay, from what Artemis feed was telling her. The ship was bathed in a harsh, white light that reflected from its metal walls. After stepping out of the Jackal, it felt like walking into a solarium. Artemis drew her pistol, taking comfort in the familiarity of its grip.
Demeter lead them slowly into the ship. They passed a shadow draped cargo bay, where Demeters commandeered drones had taken inventory of the SREs haul. What looked to be a sizable mound of furs startled Artemis for a moment when it seemed to move, but Demeter assured her there was nothing to fear, asking that she ascend the stairway to the cafeteria with haste. A muffled groan reached Artemiss ears, but over the sound of Alexandras huffing and sloshing, she couldnt be sure if the sound had come from the cargo bay or from Alexandra. She reassured herself that Demeters drones were so thoroughly patrolling the area and pressed on.
Artemis was the first to rise to the top of the stairwell, feeling Alexs heavy footsteps behind her as the dragoness laboured, each step undoubtedly straining the augmented muscles of her legs.
From the doorway of the cafeteria, she noted that it looked to have been recently cleaned, its floors gleaming with the kind of polish that only lingers a few hours after a thorough washing. The instant Artemis stepped inside, she found her gaze drawn to, and locked upon, the heaving, fleshy behemoth piled up in the far corner. At first, Artemis was hard pressed to distinguish any features of the blob whose mass occupied a good fifth of the room. Shed never seen anyone so morbidly, horribly obese. The longer she looked, the more she was able to identify. A massive stomach rested firmly across the ground and took up so much space that it forced a pair of mammoth breasts to near completely obscure their owners face. Elephantine hips brushed the counters either side of the quivering mass, and from the way all that weight leaned back against the wall, it was clear that balance was a difficult proposition. One good push and the sack of lard would be sprawled out atop that enormous stomach, completely helpless.
Artemis spent several moments studying the blimps swollen, blushing face before determining that this heaving mass of lard was a female of the wolfish persuasion.
Artemis couldnt if that was because she was embarrassed to be naked and in such a state when it was just as likely the result of the sheer amount of strain it must have taken for a body of such size to simply stand up, let alone try to move. Her arms were so swaddled with blubber that she could scarcely lift them, as Artemis was quick to realize when one tried to rise from where it was bracing against a countertop. The effort was short lived. The wolf stifled a wet sounding belch, presumably against one of her many chins, and Artemis hesitated to step any closer. Close at hand, one of Demeters commandeered cargo drones was apparently helping the wolf maintain her balance. Two of its eight spider-like limbs supported the wolfs blubbery stomach, whilst another two had wrapped around her back. Those limbs were, from what Artemis could tell, the only things keeping the wolf upright.
Gods above, she found herself mumbling in awe. Shed been concerned that her crew was gaining weight, but found this was something entirely different. Something surreal and almost horrifying.
Her words apparently spurred action from the wolf, who began to yell into her own cleavage: Wash you sharin at, huh? Whur ish she?! Ill chear her limbsh from limbsh!
The massive, grey wall of blubber lurched forward, and out of instinct, Artemis found herself raising her pistol in response.
But, she needn't have bothered. It became painfully clear that without Demeters intervention the wolf would only fall into a bed of her own, sweat streaked flab. At the whim of the AI, the cargo drone gently held her back, using its arms to pet and sooth the enraged wolf.
There there, she heard the AIs emotionless voice emitted from the drones speakers. No need to get excited, you know its not good for your heart.
The mountain of blubber in the corner huffed and panted for a little while before apparently nodding, as Artemis interpreted by the bobbing of the wolfs head and the shaking of the blubber. She leaned back against the wall with a heavy sigh, allowing the cargo drone to help take her weight.
The captain is this way, Artemis, Demeters voice beckoned, this time in her mind, showing Artemis the way to where the captain was apparently waiting.
Deciding not to further antagonise the immense wolf, lest she risk its health, Artemis stepped off. She heard Alexandra pause behind her, before resuming her heavy, sloshing waddle.
Once more Artemis found herself in the sleek, brightly lit metal wonder that was this new vessel. Every time she looked around she saw state of the art monitors and holographic displays that were as vibrant as they were intensive. The overlay shed been given indicated an armoury that was particularly well stocked, but Artemis didnt have much desire for pillaging. If they had anything of value she figured she might as well liberate it from their hold, but all that Demeter had been able to find were survival provisions and the kind of atmo-scanners one would usually find on a Wayfarer vessel.
The real question Artemis wanted answered was what had provoked the assault. If they were pirates, that was fairly straightforward, but if they were explorers, their motives were unclear. Either way, the captain would be able to explain. If she was willing.
Barely a minute had passed before the wolf found herself staring at the third surprise in so much as half an hour. Stuck in the hatch to the ships escape pod, wedged in by her own blubber, was the captain. She was a goose, Artemis suspected, but only because of the curved, blunt beak. Most of the rest of the bird was hidden, either by her own mass or the hatch of the escape pod. Around her, cargo drones worked with plasma torches and vibro-cutters, sawing away nonessential plates and getting a start on what would no doubt be hours of work required to free the goose.
Upon Atermiss arrival, the AI simply stated, Miranda.
Demeter had informed Artemis of the captains name, but the ships logs had stubbornly refused to bear much else.
Yeah. The gooses reply was calm, if frustrated. Artemis could see why; it had to be uncomfortable, being wedged so firmly, and by her own mass. What do you want?
Answers, for a start. Why did you attack us? Youre in a Wayfarer ship. Ive known pirates to take what they can get, but this hardly looks like a pirate ship. It looks corporate, to me.
From the bright white lights to the shining metal walls, Artemis knew a corporate ship when she stepped on one. Unlike the Jackal, they were never truly alive. They were never really lived in.
And you look like some poor fat ass who couldnt afford metabopills, the goose quipped, looking away from Artemis as much as her fattened cheeks would permit.
The irony of the statement was not lost on the wolf, whose eyebrow shot up into her forehead. Youre... calling me fat?! You?
The gooses face turned so red beetroot red that is was faintly visible beneath her feathers. I wouldnt be this big if it werent for you deranged lunatics! Who in all the gardens of Lyssa was piloting our drones? Theyre... theyre... insane! The words tumbled out of her mouth in a frantic burst of energy, her massive, wobbling body rippled against the hatch that she was being freed from. Artemis noticed the drones slowed down for a moment with their work, she guessed so as not to singe any feathers.
Demeter... the drones did this to you.
It made a scary kind of sense, as Artemis remembered what Demeter had told her.
I will prepare them for interrogation.
Artemis couldnt decide if she was impressed or terrified, but she also couldnt deny the results. Folding her arms across her chest, the wolf smiled. She decided to press her advantage.
And theyll do it again, she cautuioned, her mouth seemed to find the words on its own. Again and again, until not even the biggest room of your ship can hold you. She raised a brow and lightly tapped a nearby wall-console. Or maybe well skip that part, and flush you out of the airlock.
The threat of death got the gooses attention, if nothing else. She frowned, and droned, I shouldve expected this. The mountain of adipose and feathers grumbled before letting out an exhausted sigh. Ive said all Im going to say.
Voting Options Round 1 (EARLY ACCESS!):
https://strawpoll.com/z6bze7d
!!!Important! This is EARLY ACCESS voting! The THREE most popular votes here will be put to FA and a general vote, for the final decision as to what happens in the story. Vote for your preference now, to make sure you see it as an option in the final post. This is your chance to shape the story in advance of its release to FA! This option will be available for 48 hours!
A, Artemis has Alexandra, the weapons specialist, perform an interrogation on the crew. (Artemis decides to relax; light wg/stuffing elements)
B, Artemis instructs Demeter to perform an interrogation on the captain, allowing the AI to use whatever tools it deems necessary. (The captain is stuffed like the goose she is)
C, Artemis instructs Demeter to perform an interrogation on the wolf, allowing the AI to use whatever tools it deems necessary. (Time to REALLY make that wolf big!)
D, Artemis instructs Demeter to perform an interrogation on the kangaroo, Jonas, allowing the AI to use whatever tools it deems necessary. (The kangaroo is going to be HUGE)
E, Artemis decides theyve wasted too much time on the ship, plunders anything of value and heads back onto the Jackal. (Its time for Artemis to relax, light to medium wg/stuffing)
Comments
Jenny Koda
AWW YISS
Jenny Koda
Haha, that's true xD Glad you like it!
Jenny Koda
Thank you so much! ;u;
Firefox
A. Blow the goose the fuck up.
Dornam
I like where this is going! Also, no surprise with the votes
Athan
Amazing work <3 Really loving the story and artwork ;3
Jenny Koda
Aah! So glad you're enjoying it ;u;
Jenny Koda
Thank you for the bump'd pledge! ;u;
Maylow
Oh man, this is going on a really good road~
NackV
My favorite time of the month!!
Jenny Koda
There's a link to the strawpoll vote under the voting options thing ;u;
Firefox
Awww shucks<3
