Voyages of the Solar Wind 1: A Fire in Heaven (11 page)

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Rilar ran with Dex in her arms toward their MedBay. Through the door, she ran to the medical slab and laid him on it. "Dex, hold on!" She shouted to him.

She grabbed the medical scanner by the handle on its robotic arm and switched it on. She looked at the monitor as she scanned his body.

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"Dex, hold on!"

I hear you, Rilar! I hear you! What's happening to me?

I still couldn't make a sound. I was floating in nothingness. Not black. Not white. Not even gray. I don't know where I was. I could hear Rilar, though. From somewhere. I don't know what else I can do, but I can hold onto the sound of her voice!

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Rilar completed the scan and saw the extent of the damage to his system. His heart rate was down to 20 beats per minute and dropping. "Roshol Spores! Dex, it was spores that somehow got inside you!"

She ran to the med cabinet and got out a hypogun and started looking for the atropine. He would need the adrenaline jolt that came from clearing the spores from his adrenal gland.

"Dex, I'm going to give you a jolt of atropine, baby! Hold on!" She shouted over her shoulder.

There it was. She grabbed a vial and attached it to the hypogun. She ran back to him and pressed it against his jacketed arm. She pulled the trigger.

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"Roshol Spores! Dex, It was spores that somehow got inside you!" Rilar shouted suddenly.

Atropine, sweetheart! Grab the atropine! It'll cause the spores to go inert and give me the adrenaline I need to snap out of this!

"Dex, I'm going to give you a jolt of atropine, baby! Hold on!" Rilar, Goddess of everything. I love you!

"OH FUCK!" I shouted as I sat bolt upright. I looked around. MedBay!

Then soft warm arms were holding me almost uncomfortably tight.

"Oof! Ri, you're... crushing... me... baby!" I managed to squeak out.

"Sorry, honey. Oh Gods, I thought I'd lost you!" She let go of me. I took her in my arms and held her more comfortably as I looked at the monitor that showed the spores spreading out from my hands to my brain and body. I reached over and hit the Analysis button.

"Analysis complete: Roshol spores detected. Atropine advised." The computer answered robotically.

"Am I good, or am I good!" She giggled and purred against my chest.

"You're better than good, sweetheart!" I answered with a relieved laugh of my own. "And judging by this readout, I know exactly where I contracted them, and when."

"The shipment." She said.

"Yeah. Seems that Race didn't bother to inform us WHY it was dangerous." I was pissed now. Roshol spores were illegal to ship anywhere. They were a very tightly controlled substance. What better way to smuggle them than in ancient artifacts!

"We need to disinfect that shipment, Dex!" She went to grab the cleaner spray, and I followed her. "And then the ship!"

"I agree, baby. Let's do this!" Hey, Race paid us to get the shipment of ARTIFACTS to Rigel VII. He didn't say anything about making sure the Roshol spores survived.

We grabbed the chlorinol nine from the cabinet in medbay and started spraying everywhere we'd been. The giant jug of it was full when we started, and the entire ship smelled like bleach when we were done, but we managed to get every place we'd been so far. Now it was time for the cargo hold, so we went and opened the crate. We sprayed down the artifacts and inside the crate itself.

The best thing about chlorinol nine is that it doesn't damage anything but spores and fungi, and evaporates quickly. The air scrubbers would soon have the strong bleach odor out of here, too.

As soon as I grabbed my portable scanner, I swept the ship for any place we might have missed. Nope, all good. Scanned the crate again and it was also clean. I took two chlortabs to make sure my system was clean by the time the atropine wore off. I didn't need another trip to La La Land. Once everything was cleaned and scanned, I resealed the cargo crate.

"Ok, we're good, sweetheart." I told Ri after I'd popped the chlortabs with a swig of beer. "Just one problem though."

"What's that, sek'natha?" She asked, throwing her arms around me and pressing her nubile body against me. She noticed my hard on and her eyes went wide. I smiled.

"Yep, that's the problem, baby. Think you might be able to help with that? It happens whenever I have to get injected with atropine." I shrugged and could feel my heart racing with the excess adrenaline caused when my adrenal gland had become unclogged.

She grabbed my hand and we ran to our bunk. She damn near ripped my clothes off me, and did extend a claw up to rip the tanker from my neck down to my belt. I was helping as well with my belt and pants. I kicked off my boots as she tore her own outfit off herself. Her eyes were dilated and her tongue was licking her lips.

The whole situation created in us a fuck frenzy. We both needed to come multiple times.

I grabbed her and threw her on the bed, and she growled low in her throat as she slinked across the bed on hands and knees. I got on the bed and shoved her face down as I slammed my cock into her pussy from behind. She screamed as I filled her dripping hole full of my hardness.

"Fuck yes, Dex! Fuck your dirty slut!" She screamed as I grabbed her ass and shoved hard into her over and over. Her hands had grabbed the headboard as she screamed and moaned. I could feel my balls tightening already as I came hard into her, setting her off again. Her pussy was gripping me like a vice as I continued to slam into her as I came.

I reached up and grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. She gasped and moaned as we contined our frenzied fuck. "You like it when I treat you like a slut, baby? You fucking like that? Well, I'll treat you like a filthy fuckslut whenever you want!" I yelled, and she started thrashing back against me as I continued to pound her hot pussy.

"Fuck yes, you fucking bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!" She screamed as she came again. I felt my balls clench and exploded with her.

"Holy Lords!" I shouted as I kept pumping my cock and cum into her harder and harder. Rilar screamed as she came yet again, and I was finally feeling the effects.

"Yes, baby! Yes, you fucking asshole bastard! Fuck your sex kitten! Fuck your sex kitten and come in her! Make me fucking COME!" She moaned and screamed as her climax rolled into another and another and another.

When I came for the last time, she milked me for every drop as I collapsed onto her back. She fell forward, and we both finally came down.

"Oh Lords yes, baby..." I moaned as I felt the adrenaline finally ebbing.

"meeewwwwwww" She squeaked. Her breathing was ragged, and I rolled off of her. She slowly climbed on top of me, molding herself to my body as she collapsed on my chest. I circled my arms around her as she purred and mewed.

"Oh Lords, Ri. I love you." I managed as I felt myself crashing.

"I love you too, Dex." She said with a satisfied purr. I think we passed out at the exact same time.

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We woke up as soon as we heard the five minute warning before exiting the slipstream. I groaned.

"Rise and shine, sexy." Rilar purred as she stretched. I love watching her stretch in the morning.

"Ok, beautiful." I mumbled as I slowly sat up. I was wiped still, but functional.

"Dex, we've never fucked that hard before! I'm fucking sore!" She complained as she purred into my mouth with a sensuous kiss.

"So am I, sweetheart!" I replied. It was true. I've never come that many times in a row with no break. My balls felt like empty balloons.

We got up and dressed slowly as we were both feeling the aftereffects. We barely made it to the cockpit as we exited the slipstream.

"Solar Wind to Rigel seven Control, requesting permission to land." I said over the com. I was still a bit groggy. I looked at Ri. "Honey, can you get me a cup of pure caffeine?" I asked with a smile.

"Sure, baby. I'll be right back." She kissed me and went to fix a cup of Instapack Coffee.

"Rigel Seven control to Solar Wind. What is the nature of your stay?" The reply came back.

"Business, Rigel. I have a cargo crate full of artifacts for a Mr. Jayms Davys." I informed him.

"Good copy, Solar Wind. You've been assigned Landing Bay 12. Welcome to Rigel Seven." Very helpful guy.

"Good copy, Rigel. Solar Wind, out." I cut the com and followed the flight path he sent me.

Ri came back in with a steaming hot mug of coffee. "For my tired out loverboy." She winked as she handed it to me.

"Mmmmm, thanks darlin'!" I gave her a kiss then glugged a good third of the mug down. It was hot, but not scalding. It tasted like old cardboard, but hit the spot. There is NO WAY to make Instapack Coffee taste good, but it will wake you up in a hurry!

As I set the autopilot for the course provided, I thought about the Roshol spores. They were indigenous to Gurhin, where Rilar's from, and used to make Rush. Rush is a very dangerous hallucinogenic drug used for recreational purposes throughout the galaxy. It's supposed to calm you down and give you 'good waking dreams'. It's not addictive, but it does have serious side effects. The worst of which is that it will stop your heart by slowing it down way too much. In their raw form, Roshol spores are as illegal as the drug itself, and ten times as deadly. The effects start off with nightmares and end in death. The ONLY two antidotes are chlorophyll tablets and atropine. The atropine is only a temporary solution until you can pop a chlortab.

As we touched down in landing bay 12, I grabbed the com number for Jayms Davys and called him.

"Hello, this is Jayms Davys. How can I help you?" He asked.

"It's what I can do for you, Mr. Davys. I have your shipment of artifacts here at landing bay 12." I replied. "Race Nieman mentioned that you would be providing my payment of ten thousand credits."

"Ah, yes. Captain Relway. Very well, Captain. I shall be there within the hour." Jayms said in reply.

"We'll be waiting, Mr. Davys. Relway, out." I clicked off the com.

"What's our play, love?" Rilar asked.

"We get paid, then we go to the authorities." I replied. "If Race had been upfront with us, I wouldn't be reporting him. But he put me, and more importantly, YOU in danger. So I'm going to make sure that both Race and Mr. Davys get what's coming to them." I wasn't that pissed about almost dying. But the thought of the same fate happening to Rilar made me angry.

"Awww, you are so sweet, sek'natha!" She sat on my lap and kissed me lovingly.

"Mmmmmm so are you, sweetheart." I smiled at her as we broke the kiss, and thought that I could definitely spend the rest of my life with her.

She glanced out the viewport. "Wow, he's early!" She exclaimed, then moved so I could take a look.

A very well dressed gentleman was accompanied by two more armed goons like the ones who'd accompanied Race to the drop off on Port Royal. "Get a rifle, baby. This could get ugly." I warned, and Ri reached for our cockpit weapons locker. She grabbed an old PuNCH rifle and checked to make sure it was charged. It would do. With her accuracy and speed, I almost felt sorry for whoever she shot at. Almost, but not quite. I then grabbed my blip recorder and turned it on. It would record for a good hour before the memory was full, and would pick up voices up to ten meters away. It would do the trick.

We walked to the back cargo bay and unlatched the crate and hovercart. Ri switched it on and we headed towards the boarding ramp.

I dropped the ramp to find the two goons covering us with their pistols. I was impressed to see that they hadn't scrimped on the quality. They were packing NanoMark 5mm Railpistols. "Whoa, guys. We have the artifacts right here." I smiled at them.

"Very good, Captain." Mr. Davys said. "Bring them down, please. There's a good lad."

I vowed then and there to wipe that smug smile off the shithead's face.

We slowly descended the ramp and set the hovercart down in front of him. Igg and Ook kept us covered the whole time. "What's the deal with the goon squad, Mr. Davys? We have a deal. If you reneg on this, don't expect any more FTA help." I wasn't liking this at all.

"Oh, just a precaution, Captain Relway. Nothing to worry about." Yeah, I wasn't reassured. Ri was gripping her rifle strap and waiting for my signal. I couldn't even unsnap my widow strap without alerting the twin apes. If they squeezed those triggers, we would die. There is no dodging a rail pellet at this range.

I glanced at ol' Jayms. He was scanning the outside of the crate.

He looked at us and narrowed his eyes. "Was this crate tampered with?"

"Only when Mr. Nieman opened it for my inspection at Port Royal, sir." And I wasn't about to tell him we'd disinfected it, either. He turned and motioned a goon forward.

"Open this crate. I need to scan the contents." He ordered Igg... or was it Ook? I get them confused.

"Ok, boss." The goon answered. He pulled a prybar out of his pants (I'm not kidding here) and opened the crate with it.

Once again, Mr. Davys started his scan, and I had a really bad feeling about this.

He switched it off and turned to us. "What is the meaning of this?" He nearly shouted.

"What? The contract was for a twenty kilo crate of artifacts to be delivered to you. It's delivered, so where's our ten K?" I demanded. I'm good at bluffing and throwing the bad guys off guard.

Mr. Davys blinked. He was thrown off guard. If he said anything about the spores, the little blip recorder in my pocket would record everything for turning over to the authorities later. "Are you certain the only time this crate was opened was at Port Royal?"

"Yes, sir. Now, if you don't mind, we have eight hours to get to our next pickup. We need our money." I was showing impatience with his stonewalling.

He hemmed and hawed for a few more minutes. "Mr. Davys, we will be reporting you to the FTAA. Then we'll see if you want to pay the ten K to us, or the hundred K in fines for stiffing an FTA Freighter Captain." I turned and said "Let's go, Ri. We got us another fuckin' reneg here."

"Wait! I've got your money." He said. I turned back towards him.