After we land, we go through the checklist, making sure Stephanie is in order as her engines cool off: Can't exactly unload safely when she's spilling the kind of energy needed to lift a starship into the surrounding atmosphere, after all.
I make one last good sweep with the sensors, disengage the cloak, and order Stephanie, “Open a channel to ground control, please.”
“Yes Captain Abrams,” Stephanie would be saluting, but she doesn't have a holographic avatar out at the moment.
“This is ground control, where are you?” The line is quite clear… we're only half a mile away, and the coms we're using are good for talking to ships in high orbit, so signal is a non-issue.
“We're landed, half a mile north of the colony ship, as requested. Where are you?” I manage to avoid chuckling. Invisibility is fun.
“Oh, NOW you show up on our sensors. Fine. We'll have the truck over shortly. See you soon.” The controller seems annoyed… I wonder how long it will take them to figure out their sensors are fine?
“Com off,” I order Stephanie, not that the station didn't already hang up, “Keep a line open to my personal com, please. I'll get the gangplank out so they can get the lifts in to grab the cargo.”
“Certainly captain; I'm looking forward to the delivery,” that phrasing… ah well, I did it to her, so I probably shouldn't complain.
I check to make sure my com is plugged into my neck, and head down to Stephanie's cargo bay, check pressure, equalize the ship with the outside, and open both airlock doors. Stephanie moans as I push aside her lower lips, and so I take a moment to rub them, which she seems to appreciate, as she moans a bit more. I press the buttons needed to get the gangplank running, and the flexible tube extends outward from her airlock door, pushes through her lips, and lowers to the ground… Stephanie moaning all the while.
I give her a moment to relax after the tubular plank is in position (it also serves for joining up to transport between ships in the void), and as I walk out, I notice my footsteps are making the assembly vibrate a tiny amount… mostly because her moaning starts right back up.
I smile: I wonder when this will get old?
I step outside into the early evening air, and watch the sunset on this alien world as a long, flatbed truck with a small forklift strapped down comes my way… and drives all the way around Stephanie, three times, before parking.
I wait patiently, and a man in stationware (it acts as weak armor, looks like a uniform, and in a pinch will provide air for a few days as a low profile environmental suit) gets out, a respectable bulge in his pants.
“So… that's The Stephanie Steel, then?” He's not looking at me at all.
Which I can understand: Stephanie is hugely naked. “She is, but she's also a full AI, so you can drop the ‘The’ - she's Stephanie Steel. And as you can see, I already have the gangplank down so you can take delivery.”
“Right… so I'm going to have to drive the forklift directly into her…” he doesn't seem to want to say it.
So I don’t make him, “Repeatedly, yes. There's a dozen pallets of ore there. Try not to hurt her, she's a delicate lady.”
“Right…” yeah, he's not paying any attention to me.
So I don't worry about the pleasantries, “I'll let you get to work, then.”
I stick around to watch the show. The man gets on the back of his truck, unstraps the forklift, gets in, turns it on… and finds that Stephanie has already found the channel on his radio. She thoughtfully pipes me in as well, so I hear the entire exchange.
“Ooh, are you going to be taking the delivery, then? I can't wait to feel you inside me,” I'm pretty sure she's doing that deliberately.
The man's trying to be professional, “Yes Ms. Steel…”
But my ship is having none of that, “Oh, call me Stephanie, as close as we're going to be getting, you can drop the formalities… so tell me, have you taken many loads?”
He catches the wording, “I've delivered quite a few, but I haven't taken any: They're all for other people.”
“Oh, are you planning to come inside?” Wording, Stephanie.
And the driver is getting into the spirit of it, “Repeatedly, ma'am, if that's alright with you.”
“Well come on in, then,” my ship coos, “it's bad form to keep a lady waiting….”
“With pleasure…” the driver directs the forklift down off the truck, and as soon as he hits the ramp….
“Such a good vibration….” my ship moans out, soon followed by, “Oh, you're inside me… so good….” Driving must be very hard work. The man is breathing very heavily.
There's a brief lull while he's inside, picking up one of the pallets, and so on the way out, the forklift is, of course, loaded heavily, which makes the ramp vibrate more.
Stephanie screams out her approval over the coms, “YES! MORE!”
And the driver obliges, entering in my ship's most delicate place, deliberately shaking the wheel a bit to ramp up the rampant vibration… and all the while my ship encourages him. After he's finally done unloading the ship, he goes up and down the ramp a few extra times.
Eventually, though… “Thank you Stephanie, you've been the most enjoyable pickup I've ever had.”
“Oh it was my pleasure…” she pauses, “I'm afraid I didn't get your name before we… did it.”
“Larry Larson, loader,” the driver smirks, “I'll be happy to help you get off… sorry, get a load off… anytime you're dirtside… but I really could use a drink, so I need to get this old truck back to the refinery and clock off.”
“I may take you up on that…” my saucy ship suggests.
The man very hurriedly signs the loading manifest, parks the forklift on the truck, rushes into his cab… and spends a few moments grunting in relative private before he powers the truck up and starts driving off. The unsecured forklift bounces off about halfway back. I don't think he even notices… he certainly doesn't stop for it.
Heh.
I climb back up the gangplank, Stephanie cooing in pleasure on the com, retract the gangplank, and seal everything back up.
“I'd like you to take off,” I begin as I re-engage the cloak, “and land us a good hundred miles from anything anyone built. I'd like to explore the colony a bit.”
As Stephanie warms up the engines, she confirms, “Yes captain, but… wouldn't it be easier to get off here?”
I shrug, “Probably, but I don't want anyone sneaking on board, yet I need you dirtside for teleporting.”
“You can… certainly Captain,” the ship hastens to obey.
I answer the unfinished question, “I can, yes, but it largely requires a stationary starting and ending point. I can't just jump into the enemy bridge, blasting the captain and crew in combat,” much as I might like to, “although if they taunt us over the coms, I can maybe distract their captain a bit via Scrying.”
“Bless those who curse you, huh?” My pink partner seems to approve.
Scrying is a third or fourth level spell, depending on the class list used… and I have access to it on both levels. Normally the casting time makes it infeasible for use in a fight, but I bypass that thanks to my Mythic choices. It's intended for information gathering - if the target fails the save, I get to listen and watch them for a few minutes - but Patricia adds some features to the spell… and whoever I target with it. She ruins the spell for covert information gathering (anyone who knows about my special power will figure it out, and fast) but that also makes it useful to apply pressure on folks, from anywhere.
“You’re amazing, Mistress…” I let it slide, and we arrive where I wanted in short order.
After we land, I give a few more instructions: “Stay on coms, keep the engines hot, and if anyone approaches, let me know: I'll return and we can sort it out together.”
“As you wish, Captain,” Ah, nice having a loyal minion.
I then make myself Invisible, and use Fractured Reality to Greater Teleport back to where we landed, then head for the colony. It's only a half mile walk, and so I simply walk it. I renew my invisibility regularly: I don’t want to be seen until I'm ready, and my Mythic ring takes care of unusual senses… which are a serious consideration here. Even just with the playable races, there's options for both Blindsense (think of a short range radar: it tells you where things are, but not exactly, so you can't recognize someone by it) and Blindsight (almost as good as sight, but shorter range and not blocked by things like smoke and fog).
And so, I enter the growing city, unseen….
After we land, we go through the checklist, making sure Stephanie is in order as her engines cool off: Can't exactly unload safely when she's spilling the kind of energy needed to lift a starship into the surrounding atmosphere, after all.
I make one last good sweep with the sensors, disengage the cloak, and order Stephanie, “Open a channel to ground control, please.”
“Yes Captain Abrams,” Stephanie would be saluting, but she doesn't have a holographic avatar out at the moment.
“This is ground control, where are you?” The line is quite clear… we're only half a mile away, and the coms we're using are good for talking to ships in high orbit, so signal is a non-issue.
“We're landed, half a mile north of the colony ship, as requested. Where are you?” I manage to avoid chuckling. Invisibility is fun.
“Oh, NOW you show up on our sensors. Fine. We'll have the truck over shortly. See you soon.” The controller seems annoyed… I wonder how long it will take them to figure out their sensors are fine?
“Com off,” I order Stephanie, not that the station didn't already hang up, “Keep a line open to my personal com, please. I'll get the gangplank out so they can get the lifts in to grab the cargo.”
“Certainly captain; I'm looking forward to the delivery,” that phrasing… ah well, I did it to her, so I probably shouldn't complain.
I check to make sure my com is plugged into my neck, and head down to Stephanie's cargo bay, check pressure, equalize the ship with the outside, and open both airlock doors. Stephanie moans as I push aside her lower lips, and so I take a moment to rub them, which she seems to appreciate, as she moans a bit more. I press the buttons needed to get the gangplank running, and the flexible tube extends outward from her airlock door, pushes through her lips, and lowers to the ground… Stephanie moaning all the while.
I give her a moment to relax after the tubular plank is in position (it also serves for joining up to transport between ships in the void), and as I walk out, I notice my footsteps are making the assembly vibrate a tiny amount… mostly because her moaning starts right back up.
I smile: I wonder when this will get old?
I step outside into the early evening air, and watch the sunset on this alien world as a long, flatbed truck with a small forklift strapped down comes my way… and drives all the way around Stephanie, three times, before parking.
I wait patiently, and a man in stationware (it acts as weak armor, looks like a uniform, and in a pinch will provide air for a few days as a low profile environmental suit) gets out, a respectable bulge in his pants.
“So… that's The Stephanie Steel, then?” He's not looking at me at all.
Which I can understand: Stephanie is hugely naked. “She is, but she's also a full AI, so you can drop the ‘The’ - she's Stephanie Steel. And as you can see, I already have the gangplank down so you can take delivery.”
“Right… so I'm going to have to drive the forklift directly into her…” he doesn't seem to want to say it.
So I don’t make him, “Repeatedly, yes. There's a dozen pallets of ore there. Try not to hurt her, she's a delicate lady.”
“Right…” yeah, he's not paying any attention to me.
So I don't worry about the pleasantries, “I'll let you get to work, then.”
I stick around to watch the show. The man gets on the back of his truck, unstraps the forklift, gets in, turns it on… and finds that Stephanie has already found the channel on his radio. She thoughtfully pipes me in as well, so I hear the entire exchange.
“Ooh, are you going to be taking the delivery, then? I can't wait to feel you inside me,” I'm pretty sure she's doing that deliberately.
The man's trying to be professional, “Yes Ms. Steel…”
But my ship is having none of that, “Oh, call me Stephanie, as close as we're going to be getting, you can drop the formalities… so tell me, have you taken many loads?”
He catches the wording, “I've delivered quite a few, but I haven't taken any: They're all for other people.”
“Oh, are you planning to come inside?” Wording, Stephanie.
And the driver is getting into the spirit of it, “Repeatedly, ma'am, if that's alright with you.”
“Well come on in, then,” my ship coos, “it's bad form to keep a lady waiting….”
“With pleasure…” the driver directs the forklift down off the truck, and as soon as he hits the ramp….
“Such a good vibration….” my ship moans out, soon followed by, “Oh, you're inside me… so good….” Driving must be very hard work. The man is breathing very heavily.
There's a brief lull while he's inside, picking up one of the pallets, and so on the way out, the forklift is, of course, loaded heavily, which makes the ramp vibrate more.
Stephanie screams out her approval over the coms, “YES! MORE!”
And the driver obliges, entering in my ship's most delicate place, deliberately shaking the wheel a bit to ramp up the rampant vibration… and all the while my ship encourages him. After he's finally done unloading the ship, he goes up and down the ramp a few extra times.
Eventually, though… “Thank you Stephanie, you've been the most enjoyable pickup I've ever had.”
“Oh it was my pleasure…” she pauses, “I'm afraid I didn't get your name before we… did it.”
“Larry Larson, loader,” the driver smirks, “I'll be happy to help you get off… sorry, get a load off… anytime you're dirtside… but I really could use a drink, so I need to get this old truck back to the refinery and clock off.”
“I may take you up on that…” my saucy ship suggests.
The man very hurriedly signs the loading manifest, parks the forklift on the truck, rushes into his cab… and spends a few moments grunting in relative private before he powers the truck up and starts driving off. The unsecured forklift bounces off about halfway back. I don't think he even notices… he certainly doesn't stop for it.
Heh.
I climb back up the gangplank, Stephanie cooing in pleasure on the com, retract the gangplank, and seal everything back up.
“I'd like you to take off,” I begin as I re-engage the cloak, “and land us a good hundred miles from anything anyone built. I'd like to explore the colony a bit.”
As Stephanie warms up the engines, she confirms, “Yes captain, but… wouldn't it be easier to get off here?”
I shrug, “Probably, but I don't want anyone sneaking on board, yet I need you dirtside for teleporting.”
“You can… certainly Captain,” the ship hastens to obey.
I answer the unfinished question, “I can, yes, but it largely requires a stationary starting and ending point. I can't just jump into the enemy bridge, blasting the captain and crew in combat,” much as I might like to, “although if they taunt us over the coms, I can maybe distract their captain a bit via Scrying.”
“Bless those who curse you, huh?” My pink partner seems to approve.
Scrying is a third or fourth level spell, depending on the class list used… and I have access to it on both levels. Normally the casting time makes it infeasible for use in a fight, but I bypass that thanks to my Mythic choices. It's intended for information gathering - if the target fails the save, I get to listen and watch them for a few minutes - but Patricia adds some features to the spell… and whoever I target with it. She ruins the spell for covert information gathering (anyone who knows about my special power will figure it out, and fast) but that also makes it useful to apply pressure on folks, from anywhere.
“You’re amazing, Mistress…” I let it slide, and we arrive where I wanted in short order.
After we land, I give a few more instructions: “Stay on coms, keep the engines hot, and if anyone approaches, let me know: I'll return and we can sort it out together.”
“As you wish, Captain,” Ah, nice having a loyal minion.
I then make myself Invisible, and use Fractured Reality to Greater Teleport back to where we landed, then head for the colony. It's only a half mile walk, and so I simply walk it. I renew my invisibility regularly: I don’t want to be seen until I'm ready, and my Mythic ring takes care of unusual senses… which are a serious consideration here. Even just with the playable races, there's options for both Blindsense (think of a short range radar: it tells you where things are, but not exactly, so you can't recognize someone by it) and Blindsight (almost as good as sight, but shorter range and not blocked by things like smoke and fog).
And so, I enter the growing city, unseen….
