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Cori's Interstellar Sexventures (PsionicCuttlefish & TuffLuv)

PsionicCuttlefish

Supernova
Joined
Apr 10, 2012
It has been almost twenty Standard years since the end of the second Border War between the three major powers in this region of space:

The Rakkeni Empire. Primarily composed of 'predator' mammaloids, they remain the largest and most militarily-focused of the three major powers, but are not strong enough to overcome the other two.

The Julanno Monarchy. Populated mostly by 'prey' mammaloids and 'scalies' together, they have more ubiquitous use of magic on worlds they control.

The Endalpha Republic. Smallest of the three, and home to all the 'weirdos'; arthropoids, cephalopoids, aquatics, and outcasts from everywhere else, they focus more on maintaining technological superiority.

But the three major powers don't control near as much as they like to pretend they do. Many worlds scattered across space have small colonies with no allegiance to anyone, as stardrives are relatively common...but the refined fuel required to power them is not, so many groups go on one-way trips to carve out their own little colonies and outposts.

Piracy these days is not uncommon, and many of the unallied and unclaimed 'IndiWorlds' find themselves in need of assistance of every kind, so mercenaries find themselves in quite great demand. Thanks to the Interstellar Bulletin Network that anyone with a voidcomm can access, the IndiWorlds can make their needs heard.

One particular mercenary who has only recently gotten her start in adventuring across the stars finds herself in a precarious position. She has a small, one-person transport/fighter she acquired to begin her career that is her 'mobile home', just barely big enough to contain everything she needs to live out of and get her to other worlds in search of wealth and excitement. But now, both her stores of stardrive fuel and her funds are dangerously low. She has enough fuel left to make two, -maybe- three more jumps through the void to nearby locations, so her IBN scanner is listening for any close IndiWorld to call for help. And finally, her IBN scanner picks up a job that fits her parameters, and begins to slowly but persistently beep from the cockpit of her ship.

Wake up, Cori...
 
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