The Dead of Space (Komically x Darksppd)

[Komically]

Danix clutched the heavy jacket to his body and looked around. It had only been a few days on this backwater planet and he was already eager to get the job over with. A simple hit, paid through a faceless client's fake identity on the Extranet. It looked easy enough. The target was a middle aged man named, Tobian Hallian, who used to work in the insurance industry before several legal allegations arose from clients that could see him bankrupted or behind bars. Instead of facing the music like a man, he ran to neutral territory. Of all the places he could've chosen, why did it have to be this remote rancher/trapper colony out on the Rim? The planet was just barely within the habitable zone of the petite star it orbited, and only got enough radiant heat to have seasons where the temperature was tolerable to decent folk. The planet, nicknamed Locker, was covered in a dense coniferous forest, and almost always had snow on the ground. It's vast oceans remained warm enough to support life, and the summers were the only time the snow melted away to a barren ground. Only hardy life could survive here. And that it did. Home to a plethora of indigenous species, humanity found that the meats those animals provided and the furs they had were well worth a colony. Granted, the total permenant human population on the planet was less than one hundred thousand, and the rest were vagrants, scientists, tourists, and people like he and his partner. Guns for hire.

He and Sabine had tracked Hallian across several systems before finding out that he had a home here on Locker, out in the forest on a massive tract of land. The man was paranoid, and for good reason. From the scouting they had done, he had a large electric fence on the border of his property, and paid a private military for a couple squads to protect him and his land. The house itself was fairly large, a two story home that seemed to replicate a homely midwestern ranch home from the 20th century, back on Earth. It was going to be a tougher job because of this, but after days, they had learned that he goes into the main colony to purchase groceries once a month, according to some locals. And today was that day. Danix had offered to follow him on foot while Sabine watched through the scope of a high-powered rifle. When Danix gave the word, Sabine was to put Hallian down with one shot to the back. When he was down, Danix was going to offer help, and drag him to an alley where he could slit his throat, get the evidence their client needed, and leave the body to freeze. Here, they only had to worry about an investigation if they stuck around. One dead freeloader wasn't going to bother the local authorities too much, especially if they didn't make a habit of murdering people there.

"Get ready to make the shot," Danix whispered into his communicator, staying a block behind the target, "He's going to go by an alleyway up ahead." Danix was dressed out of his comfort zone. Normally, he wore feminine clothing, either tight-fitting apparel or something else of a feminine nature. This job required more than that. He was dressed in a padded combat suit that they had sourced locally, and over it, a massive coat so he could conceal a pistol (since firearms were outlawed on the colony). Over his face, he wore a mask so that nobody could ID him later. The mask was bonded to his face, so that it appeared natural but could come off when he was ready.

Hallian seemed oblivious to the hit out on him, and walked quite casually. He was alone, and it was a work day so the streets were relatively empty. When they finally got to a location where nobody was directly looking. Danix whispered, "Take the shot."

 

[Darksppd]

While it was true that the lithe male was likely still freezing in thermal wear that he'd found, Sabine sat rather warm in her nest over locking the frozen town, the rifle in her hands was electromagnetic in operation, a miniature rail gun taken from her personal armory; and as with any electrical coil, it produced heat. It was an increasing pleasant way of waiting out the mission even if it was as simple as waiting out a paranoid man as he strolled through a quiet city. Every so often the scope would drift back to Danix who was tailing the mark a little ways away, it was unfortunate that there wasn't much to admire through all of his layers nor was the much time left to attempt to. Hallian was quickly approaching an area of the town with next to no foot traffic at this hour, exposing him to the dangers of isolation; that much was obvious to his partner as well when his voice finally echoed off her ear drum.

The small caliber round sailed silently through the flurries, striking the man at the base of spine, instantly severing his nervous system's connection to his legs as he went down in a crumpled heap with a muted yelp. It was a quick, clean shot, however for all their careful calculation and meticulous study, things were bound to get out of hand; case and point were the proximity sensors now triggering at Hallian's estate. Some how or other he'd managed send off distress single, likely tethered to SmartBand that would engage a warning the moment he was injured.

From her perch on the frosted hill, Sabine rolled to her left, readjusting her scope to small two lane roadway that lead into town, given the topography it was quickest way to the injured male's location, and hopefully a suitable bottle neck for his incoming mercenaries.

"Move that ass hun, it's gonna start getting crowded pretty damn quick." Sabine hissed as she cycled a much larger anti-material round into the weapon's coiled chamber.

 

[Komically]

With a smile, he watched their quarry fall to the ground. He pretended to rush to the man as if to help, but drew his sidearm and as he clutched Hallian's dying body, he pressed the barrel of his gun to the man's chest, grinning at him. "Why?" Hallian asked coughing up blood into the snow, "I keep to myself." Danix shushed him and pressed the cold metal of his gun into his neck, twisting the gun a bit. It was an antique, a high caliber sidearm that still burned powder that hailed from a war before man even touched their own moon. At least, the design of his gun was. The actual gun was from after space travel was more common, but still. Gunpowder. And it was quiet enough for the deed. The pistol itself had a suppressor attached to it, a long can that kept the gun quiet.

"Hush, Hallian." Danix said, his voice high-pitched and girly with an accent that suggested he was from a Rim colony (sounds a bit like a light French Canadian accent) "It's just business. Someone is paying us a lot of money to put you in the ground for being a douchebag. And someone was naughty and has an alarm attached to their health." He tsked the dying man.

"Who? Who ordered the hit?"

"Don't know." Danix said with a shrug, "And I wouldn't tell you even if I did know. Got the contract through the grapevine with a message of motive attached. Just know that someone didn't like whatever you did when you were a corporate stooge. Anyway, I've got a ship to catch and mercs to dodge so... sleep tight, sweet prince." He then pulled the trigger and sent three .45 balls of led through his throat, killing the man almost instantly. He then picked up the three spent shell casings and stuffed them in his pocket before standing. He held out his wrist and exposed his SmartBand. A flash from the band indicated a picture and Danix pulled a small blade from his belt. "Can't believe they wanted this as evidence too..." He mumbled, using the blade to saw off one of Hallian's fingers before darting off into an alleyway. "Guy's dead." Danix said over his communicator, "Booking it to the rendezvous. I'll keep the ship warm for you."

 

[Darksppd]

Sabine remained fixated on the ice laden path, only giving a small amount of attention to Danix going through the motions with their mark; the odd stillness was nothing new to the eve of combat, the extreme conditions didn't exactly make for an ideal situation either. The first of the terrestrial armored vehicles crested the hill just as a mighty gust of snow blew across her field of vision, her second shot was far less refined, scrapping across the dull gray plating of the tank as well as blowing out one of it's snow tires. However it barely slowed the six wheeled behemoth who's top mounted turret popped open and shook the life, angling it's twin barrels toward the perch before a third dry iridium shaft sliced through the narrow slit of the vehicle's driver side windshield. The tank wobbled side to side for a moment before it skipped off a large rock and rolled once, twice, three times onto it's roof before it stopped, effectively blocking off the narrow road.

The cybernetic hitwoman was on her feet within moments, racing back to where they'd hidden their spacecraft. Fortunately it wasn't too far off, nestled in a long forgotten storage facility but with the echo of a ordnance volley pelleting the hill behind her, it threw just enough of an extra spring in Sabine's step for her to make it to the aging industrial complex in record time. Even her nanite infused lungs were out of breath as she scrambled up the gangplank, tracking snow through the airlock before sliding to a heap in the queuing chamber.

"Punch it Danix, I wanna go somewhere warm." the woman groaned.

 

[Komically]

Danix bolted back to the storage facility their starship was kept in and boarded it, going through the motions of actually getting in. Once that was done, he let out a big breath of air and simply dropped all his winter gear onto the floor. "Oh yeah, much better. Thank you, artificial atmosphere." Now that his winter clothing was removed, all that was left was a pair of black leggings and a fitted T-shirt with the logo of a burger joint. He caught a glimpse of himself in a reflective metal panel and admired his physique for a moment, specifically his cushy butt and womanly, thick thighs. "You still got it, Danix." He assured himself. He grabbed the bandoliers out of his gear and strapped them on him, two belts lazily across his hip with a small, magnetic pistol for each and a few magazines, and one chest holster for his prized piece. After, he went back to the reflective panel and started to fix his hair, which had been mussed by the headgear he had on. His long, raven black locks were pulled into a quick ponytail, and the pink streak he had through his bangs were brushed to the right.

In another life, Danix could've likely been a model of some sort, perhaps for gender neutral or even women's clothing. He had a cute, girly face with a fair complexion and light smattering of freckles, emerald green eyes, pillowy lips, and the longest lashes you'd ever see on a boy. Pair that with a metabolism/hormone balance that favored putting fat on his thighs, hips, chest, and rear end over anywhere else, and you had a man who could pass for a woman anytime he wanted. Except for the bulge that was normally occupying his crotch, of course. His appearance never left him wanting for sexual encounters, as he could easily find whatever satisfaction suited his whims.

He left the reflection and went into the cockpit to turn the ship on. With a quick thought, he decided to start charging the warp engine so they could have it ready in case the mercenaries pursue into orbit. The ship hummed to life, and the flight Virtual Intelligence appeared on the dashboard with a tacky hologram of an old Sci Fi movie villain. Danix was in the process of putting in the coordinates for their warp-jump when Sabine boarded. "Anywhere is better than here." Danix replied and pulled the ship out of the storage facility. A few rounds were fired off at the ship, but its reflective shielding caused the hunks of metal to bounce off. The ship itself wasn't too big. A simple V-Wing shape with a sizable cockpit and cabin space for a crew of five, with an added armory room and a decompression chamber attached to the airlock. The living space was communal living, so no captain's quarter, but at least every crewmate would theoretically get their own bed. The whole interior of the ship was about as large as a typical studio apartment, and it had about as many amenities, like a kitchenette and a small bathroom, all either part of the living area, or as a small offshoot. Finally, there was a small maintenance room below the deck that ran the length of the ship as a restrictively tight hallway that fed into the main engine room, which was more of an engine closet. The living space was arranged like a large living room with a couch and love seat in the middle facing a holovision stand and a glass coffee table between them. On one wall were the bunks, each set into the wall with a storage locker below them. On the other wall was the kitchenette with an electric stove and a CryoTron refrigerator, as well as the door into the cramped bathroom. The living space was a bit messy, with takeout boxes, dirty clothing, and various scraps of paper strewn about, with some additional loose weaponry, ammunition, and other dangerous objects. It was a lightly armed ship, as most commercial starships were only sold with weapons mounts and black market starship weaponry was quite expensive, and commercial weapons were fairly weak and more meant to scare off pirates in commonly traveled space. The ship was equipped with a warp-powered artificial gravity drive and a fully updated Virtual Intelligence which operated auto-pilot, provided the most up-to-date stellar map, allowed vocal commands for things like temperature control, lighting, the holovision channel, surfing the ExtraNet, and other tasks. The Virtual Intelligence was also programmed to be able to appear with a hologram that looked and sounded like Darth Vader from the relic of media, Star Wars. Danix always was a fan of the classics. Since Danix and Sabine were the only occupants of the ship as of the current moment, only their beds showed signs of life, with Danix's own bed being littered with various weapon parts since he used it as a gunsmithing bench when he wasn't sleeping there.

Danix quickly took them into the atmosphere and engaged the exit burners, blasting them quickly out of Locker's atmosphere. They were tailed by a single ground-to-air fighter that peeled off when it saw them leaving the planet. Once they were in the cold of space, Danix eased off the throttle and let them coast out towards the only gas giant in that system while the warp engine finished charging up. He then let the VI take over flight and slid down the ladder from the cockpit to the living space, where Sabine would've most likely been. "Another mission successful." He said as he dropped the severed finger on their cluttered coffee table. "Vader, remind me to put that in a baggie in thirty minutes, would you dear?" He said to the VI. The VI made a 'bloop' sound and then sounded off an acknowledgement. The boy then flopped on the couch and smiled at Sabine. "Nice shot by the way."

 

[Darksppd]

Sabine sank into one the seats in the common area, shaking off excess snow and ice as she began to strip away her body armor; unlike her partner in crime's smooth physique and eye catching allured, Sabine was born a solider. Underneath the suit was the workmanship of many an hour of exercise, combat experience, and aftermarket cybernetics who's transformative features marked a destination long since lost by the original genetic blueprint. Sun scorched skin was decorated with many a scrap and scar not even modern nano-robotics could completely wipe away, and truth be told Sabine wasn't sure she's want it to, the curvy female frame combined with the striking muscular additions was quite a sight to behold, especially if your gaze drifted a little further south. Initially Sabine had been a little remissed by the idea, it was cheap and quick side effect to producing the testosterone boost needed to promote the healthier muscle growth the nanites couldn't always reached. But over time the additional phallic, and admittedly generous, appendage had grown on her; plus the sex was to die for. On paper having both sets of genitalia and having all possible erogenous zones present being utterly spectacular was quite the understatement, so much so that mercenary had even burned some funds on a few sexual enhancements as opposed to the purely combat focused ones of the past. The end result was a few secondary sex characteristics being disproportionately larger compared to someone with the same amazonian stature and body mass index, but much like Danix in a way, Sabine found the perks of looking like a sultry, muscular, bombshell it's own reward.

By the time they'd broken the atmosphere the hitwoman was already in a gray tank top and loose fitting pair of sweatpants, busy counting the remaining ammunition on the glass table before her. Fortunately this had been a light weight if not extremely tedious and time consuming mission, mush of it was the duo stalking their prey for days on end. Never let it be said that Sabine wasn't a shoot first, ask questions never kinda woman; at least it was over an done with, easy money well earned.

"Yeah, but not the second one." the dirty blonde replied, holding up the empty rail gun in order to peer down it's scope, "I think I'll definitely be springing for a multi-spectrum optic next time we find a weapon's bazaar."

"How much are we actually making of this job anyway?"

 

[Komically]

Danix looked over to Sabine and grinned. He always found his partner stunningly sexy, which was partially why they had fallen into a friends-with-benefits relationship. It was so they could relieve the tension of missions through one of life's greatest pleasure. Which reminded Danix that it had been at least a week since he had last had an orgasm. And he knew Sabine was likely in a similar situation. Danix sat up and brought his wrist up, allowing his SmartBand to bring up a holographic screen. He swiped a few times and tapped a few more. "Well... the contract says they're covering all expenses, so food, lodging, ammo, blah blah blah. And then we're each getting ten thousand credits so... pretty good haul. And I'm glad it's credits, not a less transferable currency." Ten thousand credits was roughly $70k, adjusted for inflation, which would be $12k in the 21st century. "I'd like a little bit more for having to freeze my ass off for a week, but... it's a gig and it didn't require any political finesse like that time we had to ice that governor fuck on that savanna planet. The money they paid was not enough to never be able to go back there for a decade. They had amazing BBQ ribs." He sat back and set his hands on his stomach. "And crazy hot women." He added.

Then he stood up and circled behind Sabine, setting his hands gently on her shoulders, massaging them. "Speaking of crazy hot..." He grinned, "The warp jump is going to be sublight, so it'll take a while. We could... do something to pass the time. If you catch my drift."

 

[Darksppd]

Well that was some good news after having to practically live in the snow for so long, Sabine was never one for sitting idle and often passed the time doing assortment of different things. Unfortunately this time around the majority of the mission had been spent freezing half to death, save for the climax of the job, she'd been too cold to do much of anything, even masturbation which was a preferred pastime after discovering the fringe benefits of having a male girth.

"Shit, you aren't wrong about that." Sabine chuckled as she placed the rifle back down, eyeing the sway of Danix's rear as he navigated behind the couch to place a pair of slender hands on her hardened shoulders. It was no surprise he was getting little flirty, it had been awhile since either of them had gotten any sort of action, the mission had put their close encounters on hold, so it was likely they both more than a little pent up. Try as she might, the masculine side of Sabine's libido was hard to suppress, so it wasn't long before there was a noticeable bulge began poking through the fabric of her pants.

"I think you read my mind babe." she purred, never for one for much discretion either, Sabine wasted very little time unsheathing her member, the taunt, thick organ was already twitching with anticipation.

 

[Komically]

Danix grinned when the cock was revealed to him. He circled around the seat and got on his knees before Sabine, wrapping his slender fingers around the base of her shaft. "God I miss this dick. It was too cold to even get hard..." He began to pump his fist up and down on her cock, stroking it. "I bet you miss my tight ass. All those days... too cold to even wack off... we're both pent up, I'm sure." He put his lips to the head of her member and swirled is pink tongue around the ridge of it before lapping up against the underside. He repeated this swirling pattern a few more times before he brought his hand back into the mix, stroking her off while he attended to the sensitive mushroom tip. This went on for a few more minutes before Danix pulled off to give her a break. "This is getting me super hard too..." He stood up and pulled his leggings down and tossed off his t-shirt. All was left was a pair of cotton panties that was doing a poor job of cradling his genitals. "Won't be needing these." He turned around and pulled the panties down, bending over so Sabine would get a good view of his underside.

 

[Darksppd]

A very satisfied sigh left Sabine's lips as the lithe male began to work his magic, treating her length to a wonderfully warm sensation while sprinkling her ears with the soon to be fulfilled promise of a toe curling good time. Her eyes closed briefly as she simply focused on the feeling of his pert lips kissing her length and the meticulous way Danix's fingers stroked the throbbing erection. It wasn't long before her female sex began to respond as well as the folds nestled beneath her hefty balls began to drip with their clear, sweet juices.

"No you most certainly will not." Sabine smirked as reached out to grasp a handful of the male's pale ass cheek, kneading it with her fingers. Her second hand joined shortly after, teasing his tight hole with an intrusive poke; tracing a few tantalizing circles around his asshole before she pushed two fingers inside. Her motions were deliberate and slow, pushing and pulling her digits in and out of Danix's opening, stretching the walls every so slightly until finally the heated lust took a front seat in the scene. Sabine removed her fingers, replacing them with her tongue as she wrapped her lips around the young man's anus, sucking on the hole with fervor as now free hand bypassed her twitching length for the leaking slit of an aching pussy.

 

[Komically]

Danix bit his lip as the fingers entered his slippery anus and slid against his g-spot. The very motion drew a bead of precum out of the tip of his own member and caused him to groan softly. His slender digits wrapped around his slighty-above-average, uncut tool and he began to pleasure himself as the mouth threatened his rear entrance. "Oh fuck yeah... just like that... get that aching boy puss ready..." He groaned, squeezing himself hard. "Fuck... fuck it... no no no. I can't... I need you inside me." He pulled away and turned back to Sabine, extending his fingers out so that only the tips would touch as he placed his hands on Sabine's chest. With a grin, he pushed her back into the chair and followed quickly, leaning over her cock to stick his tongue out. A long, wet strand of saliva dripped from his tongue down to her cock, which he promptly evened out with his hand all over her dick. "Yeah..."

He put a foot up on the seat and mounted Sabine, pressing his chest against hers. "Me first." He said as he put a hand behind him to guide her cock gently into his rear end. His eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly as the head punctured his rectum, sliding further into him as he lowered down. Since it had been a while, he was quite tight back there, and it cause a few tears of strain to be drawn from his eyes, carrying down the heavy mascara he was wearing to dribble down his cheeks. "Fuck... I usually get a little stretch work in before we fuck..." With a grunt, he bottomed out, placing his cushioned rear into Sabine's lap, her meat sword fully sheathed in his bottom all the way down to the balls. With a wink, Danix put his hands on her shoulder and began to slowly move himself up and down, trying to work his hole open a bit so the real fun could begin, moaning in delight every time that fat dong slid against his prostate.

Once he got nice and stretched, he gave Sabine a rather evil look and began to bounce on her lap, cramming himself full of her with every hop. Danix leaned in with his head tilted to the side and pressed his lips against hers in a sloppy kiss, though this wasn't a kiss of love. It was a kiss of love, as Danix's tongue entered her mouth to challenge hers to a duel.

 

[Darksppd]

Clearly foreplay wasn't on the menu today, and to be frank, Sabine couldn't really blame him; it had been too long since they'd enjoyed to company of one another so she hardly protested as she was pushed back onto the couch. Never one to over step her bounds too often in this situation, she was eagar let Danix do the work, reclining slightly as the lithe male stuffed himself with the woman's girth. Even with some visible discomfort it didn't take him long to start working his rear atop of Sabine's cock, bobbing up and down to the forbidden pleasures of an anal fuck; it wasn't enough however as he dipped down to meet Sabine's lips, darting his tongue out to taste hers.

She hungrily accepted the offering, twisting her tongue around his as they both lost themselves in the lusty embrace. A catchy rhythm of moans and fleshy claps filled the common area, creating the carnal backdrop to the unhinged thrusts that rocked the small piece of furniture. By now every article of clothing on Sabine's person was strewn about the floor as she laid back across couch, a firm, downward grip was around Danix's torso as she ensured each pump slapped against her heavy balls. The sensations filled her, the blonde's commentary was muted, replaced with only the occasional 'fuck' and many a sharp, breathless, grunts as she focused on nothing but the searing warmth of a tight hole coiling around her cock. The contrast of a slender, pale boy being skewered by the muscular futa was enticing all on it's own, a striking duality that further fueled their carnal appetite, as such everything that could be engorged on the scared soldier was. Sabine's puffy, pink nipples where as rock hard as her clit; her soft folds as wet as her throbbing member. Her hands wondered up and down Danix's body as much as her own, feeling ever soft spot and smooth surface she could, desperate to draw even more out of their heated coupling.

 

[Komically]

Danix put both his hands on her shoulders, forcing himself down on her even harder until the welling inside him was too great. "Fuck, I'm close..." He moaned before he lifted himself off her. "I'm not ready yet," He added, "We've got plenty of time to have fun, and I intend to do just that." He slowly stroked his own cock while he maneuvered around the small living space, trying to edge himself and calm down so he could go longer. "You know, one of these days, you're gonna have to buy me dinner first. All these years of fucking and I feel like I barely know you, Sabine." He grinned at her as he bent over the coffee table. "Now hurry up and fuck me like a wild animal."

 

[Darksppd]

"If you insist." Sabine smirked when the lithe male finished reoriented himself across the table, his tantalizing rear on delicious display, the solider couldn't have stuffed her cock inside faster even if she tried. Within moments the vigorous pace was continued, but with such a submissive position the augmented mercenary could put far more strength behind each thrust. Furniture shook, moans escalated, and that wild unhinged fucking that Danix craved was delivered ten fold as each body jarring slam against his soft features sent a sharp ripple of Sabine's carnal lust coursing through. Her own busty chest waved like a metronome, marking the pace with which she widened his his taunt ass while the hypnotic clap of balls slapping against one another became the new beat with which the room resonated.