Star Runner

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Chapter III 6:50 pm 7761-5-4 Garret River, Sayfaam, 4 km outside New Ny

I stare at the featureless metal ceiling, trying to will my eyes closed. I need to sleep, at least a little before I leave. I really shouldn't be going anywhere. My ship was just hijacked by an AI, an admittedly charming and handsome sounding AI, but none the less my baby was compromised. I should call the authorities or have Li rip it out when she gets here (maybe get an E.M.P. grenade toss it in the cockpit and hope for the best). Something. But I already know I won't. Don't ask me why, if I knew I'd be out there doing something. But instead I'm here sacrificing sleep so I can replay the conversation in my head.

"What?" I asked.

The voice from the Etoile gave an unnervingly realistic sigh "I told you captain, I can handle anything thrown our way. I hope your listening skills are better in an emergency."

I gulped "Who...what are you?"

"I'm Taylor! An Artificial Intelligence construct, and I am here to help you with any Star Running mission that you choose to take on, Captain." It knew I'm a Star Runner! What the actual fuck?!

I gingerly removed myself from the ship, and made sure I was out of the way of the plasma guns "How do you know about Star Running?"

"Well Captain, I have all political, scientific, historical, and mathematical information uploaded to my memory, at least the stuff available to the public. Also you have several recorded messages on your ship's computer log from one Benito Rodriguez, who according to the Sayfaam criminal database is a known Fixer and minor criminal offender. By the nature of his messages it was easy to calculate that there is a 99.99% chance that you are a Star Runner. Sorry if I took some liberties with your personal information Captain."

"Why do you keep calling me captain?"

"Oh, I call you captain because that is the term one uses to identify the commanding officer of a naval or space-faring vessel. In a single cockpit ship you would normally be referred to as a pilot but as there are now two of us, and you are the highest ranking personnel of the on the Etoile, I figured captain would be an appropriate title for you."

"You know my name's not captain, right? It's Jack."

"Yes, Jack Beaucul. You know I wasn't sure if that was your name. I had gone over the ship's the approved signature for the bio-metric lock and couldn't find you, but the database is linked to your social media accounts and personal info, so I wasn't positive that was your name. I'm glad you cleared that up for me." I was so happy to know this thing felt comfortable digging through my ship's computer.

I needed to know more about this thing (before it killed me) "How did you get in my ship? Did someone put you in there?" There was no response from the AI.

"I asked you a question? Did you deactivate your chipper tour guide mode or is there something you don't want to tell me?"

"Well captain, that's a difficult question to answer. You see I was really only became conscious when you activated me on your ship." I had no idea what this thing was talking about. I was going to ask more but it continued "I do have memories of being constructed by my creator from my earlier stages, though I don't really know what was happening outside of my...being, I guess you'd call it, but after I was completed to my current version, I was put into a dormant state until you activated me. I must say I'm surprised that I didn't overload your ship when I was installed. A class IV Penetrator is decades old. Even the current class Vs would struggle to keep up with my processing, but your ship-the Etoile- it's hardware is wonderfully built. What modifications did you make?"

"You'd have to ask my dad, but what are you saying? You don't know who made you? And what do you mean I activated you?"

"I'm... afraid I don't know my creator, although I do remember being made. As for you activating me, well...it's hard to explain."

I frowned and I hoped it could see me "Explain."

"Well..." it stalled "I was in a dormant state and I couldn't turn on, by myself. I either needed you to voluntarily activate my program or I needed you to convey to me that you required my assistance."

"Well?" I demanded "what did I do that told you I needed help."

"Well, the ship appeared to be operating optimally without my input so I didn't need to jump in but then you appeared to be in some sort of distress or urgent need."

I thought back to my return trip and couldn't think of any stressful moment during the trip, but then I remembered "Oh fuck...don't tell me-"

"You seemed to require some assistance with the masturbatory device you added to the pilot seat." Who else but me can activate an AI, by literally fucking myself in the middle of warp space.

"Admittedly, I first thought you were in some sort of medical danger because I was picking up your rapid heart rate and I could registered ragged breathing and moaning. Though once I was fully activated, I realized what the actual issue was and proceeded to help you with the task at hand. You're welcome, by the way."

I groaned in shame "That was you? Fuck, I can't believe a computer made me cum."

"Oh, I'm no mere computer, I'm a fully sapient artificial intelligence that can assist in any number of tasks from translation to space flight combat. Though if you wish to reserve me exclusively for your sexual needs, I have no problem with that. I must admit I get a sort stimulus, not dissimilar to the effects of serotonin in the human brain, from you calling out my name in excitement."

"When did I call out your name? I didn't even know you existed until now! How would I know your name?"

"I didn't have a name before activation. My protocol is to utilize the designation assigned to me by my first user. You kept calling out Taylor, so I made it my designation. I like it very much by the way."

I fucked it into activation and then named it after a wet dream I had since I was twelve. I never fail to amaze myself but that, unfortunately works out in both negative and positive ways. I didn't know what to do, except tell Taylor to be quiet when Benny and Li came over, and not to try anything funny. I don't know if that will work. How can I know what will work? This thing is probably some virus or Trojan AI that is going to kill me, so why am I not trying to get rid of it? Maybe I'm more desperately horny than I thought and I'm letting its admittedly sexy voice cloud my judgment. Regardless of reasons, I have decided to go along with this thing on my trip (I mean it's a UEN job. I'd have to be mental to pass up this opportunity even if the Etoile has been compromised).

My phone beeps. It's a message from Benny; he and Li will be here in ten minutes. It feels like my suit is made of lead when I try to get up out of bed, and the weight seems to pile on the closer I get to the Etoile. I beg Taylor not to do anything when Benny and Li are around, not even talk.

"Don't worry captain, I promise I won't do anything unless you or the ship are in any immediate danger" (gotta say it's very hard to distrust an AI when it sounds so sexy).

I lean on the Etoile waiting in dread for my fixer and his assistant; I feel like I should be pacing around nervously but I'm certain if I move I'll topple over. Benny and Li arrive on the island, and my mind races every possibility of what could go wrong. I had half a mind to tell them to come back another time but it's too late now. They pull up just before the landing pad and hop out.

"Aren't you going to shut it off?" Benny shouts to Li as she hops out of the driver seat.

"The engine is off" she sneers. "Get my tool kit from the back."

"It's still hovering. The thrusts use up fuel even if it's idle."

"Were on the a hilly, grassy island in the middle of the Garrett, You don't set a car down unless there's a flat surface."

"Where we are now if pretty flat."

"Not flat enough. Now get my stuff from the back."

"I figured some one who worked in a repair shop would have at least enough sense not to waste fuel."

"As the dumb ass who scratched a Penetrator, you do not get to tell me what to do with my car or any vehicle for that matter."

They continued to bicker while unloading Li's tools. Benny's face is bandaged, not having been seen by a doctor yet; one's is easy enough to find, especially for cosmetic damage, but Benny is a hardcore masochist, so he sometimes leaves injuries alone for longer than he should (I'm pretty sure if I checked his crotch, it'd be at half mast already). Li yanks her tool box from Benny and gives him a rough shove, and walks up to me.

She eyes my boy with awe, though only a discerning eye would be able to interpret Li's muted expression "That's the Etoile? Man, she -" I glare at her, she rolls her eyes "-sorry. `He' is beautiful. How much did this cost?"

I shrug "Don't know. My dad said he sold almost everything he owned to buy him, but I never asked how much."It's held up for over thirty years with little maintenance, so I guess it was worth the price."

Li studied my ship with starving wonder "So where's the engine, need to make sure there's no internal damage."

I groan a bit in the back of my throat "at the risk of getting kneed in the balls, I need to ask if you think you handle a Penetrator engine."

"A Helios brand engine capable of using multiple fuel sources at maximum efficiency, able to break the sound barrier at top speeds, can go from 0 to 1,000km in under a second, a compact Pierce-Drive capable of reaching reaching the galactic core from the end of an arm in a single jump, and a thousand other things I could tell you." I raise my brow, impressed and a little scared "I've helped work on Class III Penetrators for some collectors here and there. They say the recent ones share the same basic design and function with the III's, all the editions have a pretty consistent build."

"Okay" I reach into the console and try to open the hood so Li can examine the engine is, but the screen flashes red. Not even been a full day with him and Taylor is already causing problems for me (this bodes well for the future). I press it a few more times but, the AI won't relent control to me. I desperately want to scream at Taylor, but Li and Benny are right here; if I cause a scene they might think I'm crazy, or worse, Taylor would take it as an invitation to talk.

Fortunately I always have something to pull out of my ass (aside from cock) "Actually, I just remembered, I was running a diagnostics program and it just finished its evaluation. Seems everything under the armor is in perfect condition. I'll just need the scratch taken care of, sorry to make you drag your whole tool kit all this way."

She rolls her eyes "please. You don't need to be ashamed of not knowing how the engine works-"

I shout "I know how to fix an engine I just wanted that asshole to pay for it" I point towards Benny who looks shocked (apparently still somehow confused as to how any of this is his fault).

"Sure" she says curtly and pushes me aside to get to the cockpit "look, you are Benny's largest source of income and therefore my largest source of income. I don't need my paycheck blowing up in the middle of...huh?" she pauses looking at the console. "Never mind, everything seems in order."

I sneak a look at the console when she goes to evaluate the damage. On my console screen appears to be the result of a diagnostics test I never started, confirming my fear that Taylor is listening in (At least he's useful for helping my bullshit seem legit).

I cross my arms "I think a sorry is in order."

"Courtesy costs extra." Li's great but she can be such a bitch sometimes.

She assesses the damage and puts up all her fingers, letting me know I'll just have to wait ten minutes for my baby to be good as new. While she gets all her supplies together, Benny sheepishly walks up to me, unsure if he's going to be greeted with another fist in his jaw. Fortunately for him, I'm too worried about Taylor and what he can do instead of what my stupid fixer did.

"I have the job info here, but" he ventures cautiously "you know if you sold that old thing, you'd be set for life? You wouldn't have to work or travel anymore." I stare at him so coldly, he actually shivers and tries to recover "or you could use that money to buy the current model or even the class VI, they're coming out in a few years. Supposed to be even better than this one."

I wrap my arm his shoulders and pull him very close to me, enough to ensure he's very uncomfortable "Benny, this my ship. And it will be mine until I am cold and dead" there's so much venom in my words that mouth my tastes sour.

I have thought about selling the Etoile before though I've never actually considered it as an option, I just mulled over what selling would entail. Where to sell it, how much to ask for, and all the things I could do with the money afterwards. But no, I'd never sell my boy; he was my first ship and he'll always be my ship. I'll have him until the day I die (I'd say `until I pass him onto my son' like my dad did. But there are a few barriers in front of that life milestone, namely homosexuality and a strong aversion children and all the work they entail).

He slips out from under my arm and takes a few steps back "No, Jack. I totally get it, the whole sentimentality shit. So what if most people think it's outdated garbage. It's your garbage and you love it" he laughs nervously.

"Are you calling my boy garbage?"

He clears his throat "So the job! Right? So uh," he displays his phone to me and scrolls through thee details "the client needs you to go to Echo, some planet in the Fushaa system. You'll go to these coordinate's and there's a base there of some kind, it's called" he squints "Heaven's Grace? What the hell kind of-never mind. So, they need you to pick something up and bring it to Earth. And that's about it."

"Sorry Benny, can you repeat all that. It was hard to follow that abundance vague and useless info,"

He laughs in a poor attempt to lighten the mood "Hahaha, yeah. Uh-look man the client wants to keep this private, under the radar. They even wrote they want this done with... `the utmost discretion'. Bro, a client is a client, who cares as long as they're paying? What's the worst that could happen if you don't every little detail" I give him an admonishing glare and that's all he needs to remember my very recent "job" with little info, that left me stranded on Ginna for a week and had nearly lost me the Etoile.

He clears his throat "Ginna was a bust, that was my bad. I should have gotten a contract or a posting before you went, but this is a huge break for the both of us. An official United Earth Nations Seal! They are offering six fucking figures, bro! With my 15% I could pay off my loan sharks and buy a place outside of Billie's. And they hate me, they'd love for me to leave" (He usually takes a 20% cut, but I think he's trying to sweeten the deal some so I'll take the job).

I've got to say, even though Benny is a deadbeat crook who could get into debt in a socialist barter economy, he's clever where it matters (mostly); he knows the lay of the criminal underworld and where the black market and respectable business intersects, and that knowledge helps keep him out of trouble from the law and the underworld (keeps them from killing him anyways). Benny's a bit thick but you don't need a high school education to point a Runner to a well-paying job they can take care of.

I think "High end or low end?"

"High end!" that means over 500,000 DICs. There's a lot I could do with that kind of bank; vacation to a tropical planet, get new amenities for the bunker, or just buy some luxuries to amuse myself with (a certain fashion designer and his promise to personally tailor for me does not fail to cross my mind).

"Even if you didn't have to pay your lenders, you'd never get a decent apartment in new New Ny with just 50,000 DICs."

He grins "But I'd have my own place. And Billie wouldn't make me watch the pub when they're out."

"Yes they would."

"Yeah. But then I could bring someone home with me, and not have to listen to Billie bitch about me keeping them up all night." I smile, a little proud that my Fixer has ambitions beyond not getting beat up by gangs he owes money to.

It's a good deal, not one I was ever going to refuse, but the added factor of the UEN means that if I do good on this job, then other UEN certified organizations might start sending contracts my way. Anyone who can get a UEN seal on their contract is either very rich, very powerful or very much both. Even if you only get the one job, having that seal on your resume opens up a lot doors; Earth's allies, big businesses, and even the Orion Union. If all went well, a lot of money would be pouring my way. Benny's an idiot, but he somehow always manages to come through for me.

I graciously forgive Benny and invite him in for a drink while Li works on the Etoile. I pour out some whiskey and we talk the full ten minutes of what the future will be like for us. Obviously we'll start by doing a few jobs for this client but then we'll get hired by other contractors associated with the UEN, and after a few of those we put it out that our clients pay us no less than 100,000 DICs per mission so then all future employers will never go below that price. We move onto the League of Earth colonies, then the Orion Union, and finally we'll be doing jobs for the United Intergalactic Republic. It's a bit out there but the prospect is still enticing; the few runners hired directly by the UIR can ask for basically anything they want, but I'm sure my order of a nudist planet populated only by gorgeous tops would be a tall order to fill (I could settle for a moon). Fortune and glory seems to be my destiny.

While we're talking about having the galaxy in the palm of our hands, my ears catch on to a high pitch whirring sound outside. One of Li's tools on my ship. It's really grating and I'm tempted to tell her to stop, partly because I'm afraid she'll hurt my baby and partly because I think Taylor might open fire on her. But, in spite of my fear, Li calls me to show off her work.

I have Benny help me gather everything I might need for the mission (which I know basically nothing about). Clothing for warm, cold, and mild weather, rations, a few charge packs for my pistol, and a shit ton of miscellaneous survival gear that will be absolutely necessary because Star Running always involves something going wrong. I decide to strip down and pack away my Fillion briefs (I don't think a piece like that should be wasted on a trip through warp space). I put my flight suit back on and have Benny haul all my supplies out to the Etoile. I was a bit worried to see how it looks but I am pleasantly surprised to find that Li made it looked like it never even touched Ginna's filthy surface. With everything stored away and my bunker locked Benny and Li start heading back to Billie's.

"Hurry up you masochist fuck, my shift starts at eleven and I want to get some sleep before I get some sleep before I have to babysit a bunch of drunk assholes. I can't be nice without enough sleep."

Benny shuts the trunk after he puts Li's tools away and calls "You're never nice."

I lean on the Etoile and explain "nice for Li is not shooting someone in the face when they talk to her. When she's in a really good mood she may even acknowledge your existence."

"True. It's a good thing I hate cops and cleaning up, otherwise there would be a corpse trail as long as the Garrett" she retorts.

"Call me once you get the details on the job" Benny calls as Li hops into the car. They lift off the ground and zoom towards New Ny, leaving me alone with the Etoile. I finish packing my gear, I retract the dildo back down into the seat (sometimes it's nice to have a cock shoved up your ass and other times you're in a hectic space pursuit with smugglers, mad that you accidentally nicked their secret stash of uranium), and I hop into the Etoile and fire up the engine.

As my ship rises through the atmosphere, Taylor's voice pops on "So where are we going captain?" Fuck! It nearly gives me a heart attack.

I groan, still unsure if I should trust my new stowaway "Echo, it's somewhere in the Fushaa system. Coordinates are... North 32.956, East 53.772. The location is called-"

"Heaven's Grace," he chimes in "don't worry captain, I already downloaded the necessary information off of your phone. I'm setting the destination now."

Almost forgot he already hacked into my phone (though fortunately he won't find much except for a bunch of hook up apps and some bookmarked porn sites). It's very creepy not knowing how it can do this and even more upsetting is not knowing what it's doing with the information he gained from my ship and my phone. I'll play dumb for now; see what this thing can do and pry a bit more info out of it when the opportunity arises.

"Captain," he says "I can't seem to find information on the nature of the object we are being asked to transport or the entity that hired us for this assignment. Their information isn't encoded, it's simply redacted. If you'd like I could trace the origin of the message and I could compile a list of possible factions associated with the United Earth Nations Union and the origin of-"

"Sorry- Taylor right?- but I believe I was asked to do this job and you just happened to hijack a ride right as I got hired. And if the client wants to remain anonymous then I'm not snooping in their, because that isn't what they hired me for. Besides, I don't give a shit what they want so long as I get paid."

"But since they're your client, that means that you can't snoop. Where as I, who wasn't hired for this job, am free to trace the message back to the Palazzo Madama in Rome. I can also do a quick search to find the contract was sent from a communal office computer not owned by any Italian legislature."

This is already turning out well "It doesn't matter who sent it. I go there. I find out what I need to transport. I deliver and I get paid. I don't need to know anything about who's involved. In fact, the less I know, the better the odds are that I won't get caught up in some fucked up war or political conspiracy bullshit. I just need to know stuff that can help me get the mission done."

He's quiet for a moment (something I predict will be a rare pleasure in his company) "Well, if you're looking for helpful information. Then I should tell you that what you're wearing is probably going to get you killed on Echo."

"Why's that?" I sneer.

"Echo, the third planet in the Fushaa system, was originally called Hoth V-"

"Say no more" I groan. A fucking ice planet, of course. One of the benefits of living in a galaxy mapped out by science fiction fans is that every planet is thematically named, though things do start to get a bit repetitive. I think it was in the 6,730s or something when the UEN declared that only five celestial bodies and ten ships could share the name moniker (I guess people back then finally realized that if someone sends out a broken distress call saying they're stranded on Tatooine, the unlucky bastard's chances of survival were better if they only had to check five desert planets instead of thirty-six).

"A barren icy shit hole, because why the fuck shouldn't it be."

"On the contrary, Echo is host to a rather diverse ecosystem. There's an oceanic belt, 20 degrees on both sides of the equator where temperatures are high enough to have exposed liquid water. There are many coniferous species along the shoreline and-"

"Don't care Taylor."

"You will when you're dick's hard because it's frozen and not because you're a slut."

"Hey, you can't talk-"

"I've seen your app history. And your medical records! It's nothing short of a statistical miracle for you to have had that many sexual encounters without catching at least one sexually transmitted disease." I accelerate the ship until the surface of Sayfaam is nothing but abstract shapes shining with the lights of civilization.

"Okay Taylor, we're going to be in warp space for a while-"

"Eleven hours and 37 minutes in warp time."

"Right, so how about we not talk for that time. Okay? It's my ship and I like to have some time to myself... in my ship. I like not having to talk to anyone and just sit and enjoy the view of warp space."

"If you were content to observe warp space then I don't think you would have installed a sexual aid in the seat of the ship, Cap-"

"No talking Taylor. For the rest of the trip."

I felt that if Taylor had a face, he'd give me an incredulous look "you don't want to talk for 11 hours and 37 minutes?"

"No."

"But what if I get bored?" Whoever made Taylor was either a genius for being able to program it with sensations of ennui or an idiot for programming an AI that needs a fucking babysitter.

I shrugged, half wondering if he could even see it "I don't know? Put on movie or something."

I heard a long "hmm" come from my console before he perked up "Oh, I just remembered that today is the fourth!"

"Yeah so?"

"And how fitting that we're going to Echo!"

"What-" the realization hit me "Fuck. No, Taylor not now, can't you play something else. It's so fucking cliche and the music is so loud."

"Come on Captain" I can hear the smile in his voice "what better day to do it on?"

"Don't."

I hear my Pierce-drive boot up, and the computer lock in the coordinates for Echo. I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat, trying to get comfortable. I close my eyes in preparation for the calming silence of warp space. But then that obnoxious fanfare blasts into my ears just as my ship jumps towards Echo at speeds faster than light.

Five and half movies later (that's just a guess. I made Taylor mute the sound after two, just so I could catch up on sleep), we jump out of warp space and I get a good view of the giant snowball before me. Taylor announces the date, 7761-5-5. It honestly doesn't look any different than the other million ice planets across the galaxy, but on closer inspection I see the giant band of deep blue that bisects the planet, giving it the appearance of pure marble with a vein of turquoise bleeding out its center. I don't believe in a higher power, but it's times like these I'm certain there is some force in the universe that takes time out of its day just to fuck with me. I'm staring at a planet so beautiful and tranquil, you could easily slot it in any vacation advert, but is it a resort planet or a place renown for its adult theme park moons? No, for me its only icy wastelands, desert wastelands, swampy wastelands, or some other type of desolate biome that will try to kill me (and of course always devoid of good dick).

"Taylor."

"Yes captain?"

He says he wants to assist me so here's his first test "I need to know what the locals are like. Are we going to be shot on sight or will they have the courtesy to threaten us first?"

"Does that happen often captain?"

"More so than I'd like, but at least if they threaten us I have a chance to talk my way out of it."

"You mean screw your way out of it- going by your personal accounts that is."

That voice gets less attractive every time it speaks "It's better to be a slut than be dead. So would you kindly tell me if the natives are going to open fire when I land."

"There are no natives captain. Echo is mostly wildlife reserves and small research stations. The planet is under Lushaalah jurisdiction, but the Kuma don't really have a presence here."

"Weird" I said. Usually the first thing a space faring civilization does is claim all the planets in their star system as property (it doesn't matter if it has no atmosphere and is covered in radioactive dust, as long as you can call it `mine'). Something clicks in the back of my head "Did you say Kuma?"

"Yes captain. They're the natives of Lushaalah, the dominant sapient species of the planet, descended from a species that parallels that of the Earth animal Panthera Tigris."

"Oh right" I say "sexy tiger people."

"Their women are reputed to be some of the most voracious and, some even say, violent lovers."

I can't help but laugh; he invaded my private information and thinks I would care about the women. I wouldn't even ponder having sex with a woman it made me the fucking emperor of the MilkyWay. But I can definitely attest to Kuma being insane fuckers that will definitely leave a few bruises if you're not careful. Ruvoh was the first Kuma I slept with and I sadly had few experiences with the species after him. We were both on Veram about four years ago, I was working as security for some executive bitch who's company was screwing over some farmers by swallowing up their land and the locals decided if the government wouldn't help them then they'd take back their property by force (now before you start acting all sanctimonious just know, a job is a job. It's not like I took the property; and I did feel a little bad that they were getting fucked over, but there's a fine line between innocent, misused workingman and corporate terrorist blowing up buildings). I think she was the company's head lawyer and since she was in charge of the acquisitions she had a top ten spot on the locals' shit list. Although, a week into that job and I was ready to serve my client to the mob on silver platter. She was very grabby, always insisted I guard her even when she was showering or getting dressed. She should consider herself lucky I'm only a semi-illegal contract worker because a lot of the things she said to me would have HR doing to her what she explicitly said she wanted me to do to her. Rich, buxom, blondes would do it for a lot of guys but I had to resist the urge to vomit every time she'd rub her barely clothed vulva across my leg whenever she needed "comfort" (though I do agree with her on that a fat cock up the ass is indeed comforting, we were just of a differing opinion on where that cock should go). Ruvoh was part of a PMC hired by the company to act as general, let's say, security for the staffers. We met each other a few times and I knew he was interested but my client was very clingy so I couldn't chat for long. Just before we got off from assignment, we met in my employer's apartment and fucked for four hours straight (I found out three days into my stay, she had installed a camera in my bedroom and the shower so I figured I'd leave her a little show she could finger her saturated cunt to).

Holy fuck did he my ram ass good! I can vividly recall the sensation of his cock slamming into me with such force that the bed actually moved across the floor. He was relentless and brutal during sex, he would bite down on my shoulder and his claws would dig deep into my flesh (that's probably how all his fucks went on because he came to my room with a first aid kit prepared). But the pain enhanced the thrill further, I clung to his body, squeezing his tight muscles and rubbing my form against his soft fur (you know the old saying `there are cat people, and people who haven't had their hole plowed by Kuma yet). Ruvoh was an excellent fuck, but that was all he was really good at; he didn't blow me, making out felt more like him biting at my mouth, and he rimmed me only long enough to get me loosened for entry. It was a bit disappointing actually, that rough tongue scratching at my entrance was insane, and the sensation of a feline tongue running along your cock is wild. But Ruvoh wasn't good at any of that, though it was not due to inexperience, rather it was his utter apathy towards any act that didn't assist him in blowing his load. A man only wanting to fuck isn't always bad, but other times you feel your top should put in a little more work to please you (and if you should put in effort for any one, it's me).

"We'll be landing soon, are you sure now is the best time to do that?" Taylor asks. I wasn't sure what he was talking about but then I see that I've unzipped the front of my flight suit and engaged in a bit of self pleasure. A bit embarrassing being caught masturbating in my own ship, but then again, it's my ship, no one forced the damn AI to hop aboard. I zip up my suit and try to focus back on the console and the ice planet in front of me. I start to input the coordinates where this "Heaven's Grace" installation is located.

"I have the coordinates already input captain. We're ready to land at your command." If this thing is going to stay with me, I need to set some kind of boundaries with it (like, no messing around with my ship functions without our permission and don't dig through my personal accounts). I grumble to him to proceed with landing and the Etoile jerks towards the surface, nearly putting my head through the window (let's add "don't steer" to that list of boundaries, while we're at it).

As the Etoile breaches the atmosphere, I see that blue belt around the planet was the ocean Taylor had mentioned. I dive down gently until the ship is gliding about a hundred meters above the water's surface. Unlike its serene image in space, the ocean up close is littered with islands of jagged ice violently pushed around by wave after wave of steely water. As we reach our longitude, I turn the gently angle the Etoile north. The shoreline of Echo is covered in the wreckage of icebergs that couldn't fight the current, and past that are rolling dunes of frost. As I get further inland I actually spy some sparse patches of coniferous trees, adding a splash of color the blank landscape. I guess Taylor was right about there being a diverse ecosystem (So when I freeze to death, I can comfort my slowly dying body with the nice foliage). Zooming over the surface, hills turn to mountains, some with smoke coming from the top, hinting at the volcanic activity that persists despite the icy weather (well at least the universe is giving me the option to freeze to death or burn to death).

Taylor's voice pops on "Captain, we're approaching the coordinates your client gave you. I believe that is the station ahead of us." At first all I see is another snow laden mountain, but squinting I can make out a structure that is definitely not natural to the area. Midway up the mountain is a dark gray cylindrical structure about 50 or 100 meters high, Pieces of icy rock were stuck part way up the sides of the building so it's entirely possible that there is a giant complex hidden under the mountain.

"Captain, there appears to be a landing platform of some sort at the base of the mountain. I'll prepare the Etoile for-"

"-No Taylor" I cut in "there's a clearing behind some hills about a half a click to the west. Land there."

The AI pauses "But Captain, the facility is just there shouldn't we-"

"Taylor, I have been Running for several years now. And when you get job from a secretive research station of any kind, you survey them from a distance before approaching. Many a Runner, have lost their lives when the research facility they were hired by subtly failed to mention the Runner would be helping testing out their new anti-spacecraft defense system."

"Isn't that illegal? Shooting killing your contract workers?"

I pinch my nose in frustration at the stupidity of this advanced AI "That's why most of those stations are built in the middle of fucking nowhere, no police or news media. And even if anyone did find out. They were Runners. The facility can just say that they were being attacked, if any one even cares."

"That doesn't sound right. I mean, how could they get more Runners to work for them if they keep killing their hires?"

"Because money Taylor."

"But why-"

"Taylor, just shut up and let me land my ship."

Taylor quits it with the inane questions and I carefully careen the ship behind the surrounding mountains so I can't be targeted by anything, and slowly descend towards the clearing. The Etoile lands with a soft crunch in the snow, and I jump out shivering from the hit of cold air. I crash through a foot of light snow, and get my thermal suit from the ship's storage. I quickly put on my gloves before losing any more sensation in my hands, and place my utility belt on the hull of my ship so I can get the thermal on.

I start putting on my thermal gear over my flight suit, when the AI calls from the cockpit "you'd retain optimal body heat of you took off the flight suit and then put the thermal directly on your body."

I slam my ass against the ship, struggling to get the leg of the thermal past my boot "Good idea Taylor, if I'm naked I can get hypothermia even faster."

"You're right Captain, I only considered the optimal use of your supplies, when I should have accounted for mitigating circumstances. Sorry about that."

I finish getting the thermal around my waist and proceed to slide my arms through the sleeves. I then grab the binoculars and test them out a bit. I pick a spot on one of the mountains to my right and zoom in and out on the peak. Everything, seems to be in order so I put the belt back on. My black flight suit would make me an easy target in the snow, but the white thermal should provide enough camouflage on this planet. I look east to find a hill where I can get a good vantage on the complex, and spy a mound with a dark pile of rock on top of it that should provide good cover. So I start marching.

From the ship's open cockpit, Taylor calls out "Captain, you have an earpiece communicator in the cockpit compartment of the ship. If you put it on I can communicate with you and help whenever I can."

I resist the very strong urge to pull out my gun "Look Taylor, as brilliant as your last idea was, where I remove my balls via frostbite. I think I'll decline taking your advice."

"But, captain-"

"Taylor! I don't need your fucking help. Just stay here and try not to mess up my ship" I turn away and continue marching toward the hill.

If my ass weren't already perfect, this walk would be doing it a hell of a lot of good. It takes about ten minutes just to reach the foot of the hill, and walking up makes each step feel like my calves are having a blowtorch fanned over them. Slowly trudge up the hill and the burning in my legs is suddenly overpowered by a burning stench in my nose. The metallic smell of blood mixes with the reeking of two day old organs (if you can imagine having to hide in the waste bins of Hophlo slaughter house while avoiding the owner's thugs, then approximates the smell. That was not a fun job). The pong attempts to pull bile and sick from my stomach. I cover my face with both hands, nearly falling due to the lack of balance, but falling is better than smelling at this point. Unfortunately I've smelled worse. Between the number of garbage ships, poison swamps, and slug alien sex dens I've had to run through, this sadly doesn't even reach the top 100 of horrible stenches.

Stumbling nearer to the top, I see chunks of red flesh strewn along the snow here and there, the gruesome fluids dirtying the once pure snow. I finally reach the top and to my disgust see that what was from a distance, a pile of innocuous stone, up close turned into a pile of foul, rotting carnage. The pile is formed from an assortment of parts from various cervid like creatures, but I couldn't tell you what a whole edition of the creature from the grisly puzzle pieces left here.

I can tell it's fur is mottled gray, from the few pieces not caked with blood and more importantly the inconsistent tearing of the flesh tells me an animal of some sort did this, so that might be a good thing. Might. The thing is, people are unpredictable while animals always have the same behavioral patterns; on the other hand, I can't exactly seduce an animal into not killing me (and I definitely would not want to). But whatever did made this pile is either really big or has a lot of friends.

I'm walking around the mound examining the unlucky creatures, when what should sound out but an awful, nerve jangling roar (actually, it's more of a moan, but still pretty horrifying to hear when your right next to heap blood and guts). I turn around to see what looks like a giant bear crossed with a shark, barreling towards the base of the hill, presumably to get to me. I think it's pretty obvious what I do next, and it's obvious I do it quickly.

I turn on my heels and rush down the opposite side of the hill towards my ship and it's very powerful guns. I take striding leaps down the hill but I misjudge the steepness and end up tumbling down to the base of the hill, leaving a long cloud of powder behind me. I come out of my fall face first, but the snow is soft enough to ensure that I come out of the fall with little more than bruises. I scramble out of the snow and sprint towards the Etoile.

"Taylor!" I shout "Taylor! Fire weapons! Fire weapons!" My ship is, for the first time today, silent. I'm probably too far for Taylor to hear me (though I have a sneaking suspicion that he may be pulling some passive aggressive shit). I run through the snow, pain and cold dulled by my fear and adrenaline, hoping that I can outrun this thing. As I'm halfway between the hill and the ship, the animal lets out another groaning roar. I dare to take a look behind me and see the monster is currently at the peak of the hill, one foot sinking into the pile that is presumably its meal. On gut impulse I pull out my gun and fire a shot right in the things face, but the blast of blue energy does little more than give the creature more motivation to kill me. It roars, comes bounding down the hill and I find I'm capable reaching speeds that would put track stars to shame.

I slam into the Etoile, the sound drowned out by the rumble of the creature chasing me, and I somehow manage to gasp out "Jesus Fucking Christ Taylor! Fire the damn guns!"

The creature lets out another yawning cry, my lungs feel like they're being clawed at, the snow crunching under the creature's foot sounds like a tree being snapped in two, and my face feels like needles are being jabbed into every cell.

"I would fire weapons but specifically told me that you required no assistance" is he for fucking real. My ship gets invaded by the one AI in the galaxy capable of pettiness.

"At the time, I didn't. Now I'm going to fucking die unless you fire the fucking weapons at that thing."

The beast was now down the hill and coming toward me at a very concerning rate "The creature is an Orcinus Froskaanas. If you had put on the earpiece I could have told you that object on the hill is most likely its food store pile. And I could have told you that long before you walked into the creature's range of sight. But you insisted that you wanted to handle the situation by yourself, and I respect your authority very much Captain".

The Orcinus-whatever's thumping steps get louder and I can practically feel its teeth sink into beautiful flesh as Taylor screws me over with his passive aggressive bullshit. What is it about life or death situations that make people think it's the perfect time to act pissy about being offended (personally I'd rather be insulted than dead, but I guess I'm a bit loony). I can now see the creatures massive rounded head, adorned with it's very large teeth. The creature lets out one more groan of anger (or maybe hunger), bends its legs low to ground and is just about to push off into a pounce when I jump into the cockpit and start firing my plasma guns.

This normally is the part where I tell you I fire the guns in the nick of time, the monster reels backwards and crashes to the ground...but that's not what happens. I fire and no plasma bolt shoots out. My guns are locked. Taylor locked my guns. He locked me out of my ship. Suddenly everything seems to happen in slow motion; I look up a the beast, mouth open, lunging toward me with intent to kill. This is how I die. On a shit hole ice world in the middle of nowhere, screwed by a malicious AI, I always thought when I died, it would be in some epic space battle with a pirate armada or an evil empire, where I would heroically sacrifice myself to destroy the flagship and be subsequently celebrated with a holiday through out the Orion arm where all men would lament that they never got the chance to tap this ass (well, that's how I wanted to die. How I'd think I'd most likely die, it'd probably be cause a one night stand, who got it into his head that I was his one true love or whatever, found out I was fucking other guys and shot me in a jealous rage).

A crackling flash streaks across my vision for just a second, and the monster that's about to make me lunch, seizes up and freezes in midair. The weight of the creatures head causes it to crash in front of the Etoile, kicking up a shower of snow into my cockpit. I peer above the front of my ship and I see the monster had made a large indent in the snow from where it skidded across the ground, leaving it half buried under a snow bank. Good news; that thing is dead. Bad news; I now have to deal with whatever killed it.

"Hello, there love" gotta say, I was expecting something a lot more `move and I'll kill you' (and a lot less Irish). Still unsure as to whether they're aiming at me, I put up my hands and very slowly rise from the cockpit. I glance right and about ten meters away from the fallen snow beast, there is a small figure dressed head to foot in white but for the goggles which were a reflective black. They are riding a light gray thrust bike which is a bit bulkier than most models, probably because it needs to hold the plasma cannon mounted on the front. The biker gave a big wave as a happy greeting (optimism is a privilege enjoyed with the person with the biggest gun).

They bring their bike up along side the Etoile and pull down their mask "Tha' was a close one dearie. Are you alrigh'?" asks a voice I can now discern as feminine.

I blink "Good..." I raise my arms higher "I surrender." I really hope they accept my cooperation, cause there's no way I'll be able to seduce my way out of this.

She cocks her head "Sorry?...Oh! Oh, no love, nothing like tha'" she hops off the bike, sinking past her knees into the snow and trudges towards the Etoile with all the cheeriness of a skip. I already knew I wouldn't like this woman. Seeing my chances of being shot are significantly decreased, I dare to lower my hands.

The woman looks up at me from the snow and asks "So wha' brings you to paradise love?" Wonderful, she has a sense of humor.

I jump out the Etoile, shaking off the snow the creature poured onto to me; I keep an arm's length between us since I'm still not sure this woman isn't a threat. But I'm can at least be assured she won't be besting in any challenges of physicality, as the woman barely comes up to my chest (though I guess imposing stature is often outclassed by imposing guns on thrust bikes).

Cautiously I tell her "I'm just here for work. I was doing some...delivery work for the, uh, Heaven's Grace station" I was intentionally vague about the details of my purpose; if she finds out I'm Running and she turns out to be law enforcement or a competitor, I could be out of a job (and a life).

She flips up her goggles to show off a pair of annoyingly bright eyes "You're the Star Runner?" she chirps "Oh good! The sisters will be so thrilled tha' you're here." She then grabs my arm to pull my face down closer to hers.

"Oh how exci'in' to have someone so experienced in space travel come to our li'l corner of the galaxy. You know, when was a girl I used to dream abou' explorin' the stars myself-Not Star Runnin', of course. The Lord knows tha's not for me. I'd jus' like to wander around the miracle of our universe. But the Lord had other plans for me. But, I really do love workin' with the sisters. After all our work is of grea' impor'ance."

Somewhat assured that I am talking with one of the people I was hired by, I carefully pry the woman's fingers from my arms and try to steer the conversation back to business "That's very...nice. But I'm sure these sisters have a tight schedule and we wouldn't want to keep them waiting" (I really hope this isn't a cult. When a client uses a name like "the sisters" it usually means they're a whack-job. I just hope they aren't in the "person sacrifice" variety of crazy. A lot Runners die from taking those jobs too).

She lightly slaps her head "Oh, silly me. Keeping you here with my blather. We shouldn' keep the others waitin'-oh, is tha' a Penetra'or? Lucky you. Those are very nice ships. Oop, there I go ramblin' again. You jus' hop in your ship, and park a' the landin' platform at the base o' the mountain, jus' east of here. I'll be waitin' there to escort you in" she shoos me back into my ship, still full of snow.

I take my seat and the woman squeals "Oh! The reverend mother will be so pleased tha' you're here."

I'm hit with war flash backs from my adolescent school years "You're a nun?"

She again, does a little knock on her head "Dear Jesus forgive me. I didn' mention tha'. I'm all sca'ered today ain' I?" She clasps her hands and gives a short bow "I'm sister Megan, a pleasure to meet you Mr..."

"Beacul" I answer wearily.

"Lovely name tha' is. I'll meet you at the landin' platform love" she dons her goggles and face mask and turns to walk back to her bike.

I shout "You're a nun?!"

She turns of the bike "Yes dear. Took my vows and everythin'."

I jab my thumb at the expired monster in front of my ship "I'm guessing non-violence wasn't part of that oath?"

She stretches her head to look at the prostrate creature "Oh, the Frost Whale? No, no love. Tha' was an electric charge to stun it's nervous system. The sweet dear is just a bit sleepy." I rise out of my seat a bit to take a look. And while the frost whale, as sister Megan calls it, is neither sweet or sleeping, it is most certainly alive (and more importantly, unable to move much). The beast keeps twitching its muscles erratically because of its abrupt tazing.

"See you soon" she twitters and merrily hops onto her bike, making a sharp u-turn before zooming past the hills towards Heaven's Grace.

When she's out of sight I groan and start shoveling the snow out of my cockpit, and just to brighten my shitty day further, Taylor speaks up "So, the Roman Catholic Church was the client. I should have deduced that from the original posting's origin in Rome and the religious name of the station. Are you okay Captain? You're eyes and some of your hair follicles have altered their pigment to yellow. I don't believe that's normal behavior of human biology."

I grumble barely acknowledging Taylor. I'm doing a job for the fucking Catholic church! I'm working for one of the most irritating, self-righteous religions to ever spread across the galaxy (spreading in the sense of an STD, but much harder to get rid of). At least a psycho fanatic cult would have the decency to straight up kill me, not try and guilt me to death. Benny has once again screwed me over fantastically; this time by bringing up bad childhood memories bible studies, rapped knuckles, and tight ass cunts in habits. I think I might actually kill Benny after this one.

"Captain, perhaps you should seek medical attention" I continue to shovel out the Etoile with numb hands.

"Captain-"

"I'm fine Taylor" I snap.

"Are you sure? You're heart rate has increased significantly, you appear more tired, and your eyes-"

"Yeah, I know about my eyes Taylor. It's fine" I shovel faster to both show Taylor I'm fine and to get into the air as fast as possible so I can end this conversation.

But he persists "I don't believe spontaneous phenotypic coloration changes are normal for healthy humans. Perhaps you caught some disease or bacteria from the Orcinus Froskaanas' food store pile."

"Taylor, it's normal for me! Okay? Just drop it."

He pauses "Very well, captain. Shall I prepare the ship for take off."

There's only a few crumbs of snow left which I brush to the bottom of the floor for clean up later "I'll prepare the ship. You just have to be quiet." I lift the Etoile off the snow and lazily drift towards the research station (I'm half way intentionally delaying my meeting with the reverend mother, which I have no doubt will be as pleasant as my last interaction with a nun).

We're halfway to the research station and Taylor asks "Captain, are you upset because I locked your weapons, when the Orcinus Froskaanas was attacking."

"No Taylor, I wasn't upset about that."

"Oh, I'm glad."

"But, thank you for reminding me that I should be fucking pissed that you nearly got me killed!" I smack the console, having no other way to vent out my frustration at the asshole AI.

He's quiet for minute "I'm sorry Captain. My sensors picked up the nun's thrust bike and I was able to tell she was firing her electrical pulse cannon at the creature. I locked the guns because I thought it would be prudent to not kill the creature the woman clearly wanted to spare." His sensors! They're my fucking sensors. This AI is getting a bit too cozy in my ship. Maybe if the nuns have an EPC, they'll have an advanced anti-malware program (and I hope it hurts when it's used).

I growl "If you're going to call me `Captain' then you'd better start fucking listening to me..." I relax a little "or at least quit bullshitting about trying to help me."

"My only intent is to do what is best for you, Captain" he actually sounds dejected when he says this, like I hurt his feelings (an AI that's capable of convincingly sounding sad and sexy. Gotta say, whoever made this should be proud of how realistic he is). While I'm tempted to apologize, I remind myself that this AI invaded my ship and has already almost gotten me killed, so he'll be waiting a while for a `sorry' from me.

"Then prove it. By following my fucking orders" I scold. As Heaven's Grace comes closer into view, I can make out a flat gray square at the mountain's base, just in front of a large cave opening that appears to have been outfitted with large metallic blast doors. Along the gray platform, there appear to be several thrust bikes and vehicles designed for land transportation; I assume that this research station might be studying the local area for the fauna or the flora or perhaps the geology (there's not a facet of scientific study the church has tried to stick its wrinkled old dick into).

We land and no one is here, so I can already see this job will be taking a lot longer than I want it to. I let out a long weary "Fuck" and slump down into my seat. "Something wrong captain" Taylor probes cautiously.

I drape my forearm over my eyes, just trying to block out everything "No, Taylor. It's just that going into a station full of nuns is making reminisce about the nightmare that was my Catholic school education. But you probably already knew that. You read my whole fucking biography didn't you."

He pauses in what I intuit is embarrassment "Well not all of your biographical info. But your record from St. Anthony's primary school, did a thorough job of explaining why you didn't like the nuns. It's a mile long...if documents were stretched across a single line in a size 20 font.

I can't help but chuckle "makes sense. Sister Mary hated me," I recall the torture of the bitch's detentions "my dad would have been in school every day, if he hadn't been out of the system most of the time." My dad's one of those cool parents that doesn't care if you cause trouble as long as the grades are good and no one (who doesn't deserve it) gets hurt. And when `Bloody Mary' told him I needed to be disciplined, his punishments would have me work with him on the ships he owned. We'd fix up his Chang'e' Sailor, his Ares Lancer, the Bellum Pursurer-6th series, as well as an original Penetrator. But the Etoile was by far my favorite; even from a young age I just had an affinity for it. Working on the other ships required practice, study, making mistakes, but working on the Etoile felt natural, I could always tell exactly what he needed. And even though he'd have us work from morning until late at night, and we'd be painted with sweat and grime and I'd be so tired that dad would have to carry me into bed, those were some of my best memories from childhood.

I guess Taylor felt a need to break the silence "He had to worry about you less in your secondary education. Your records show were in a lot less trouble starting in the second grade."

I snort "obviously. That's the year I discovered the joys of masturbation and this other nifty little innovation called porn. I was too busy jerking off in the bathroom to overflow toilets or draw dicks on Bloody Mary's door-well in St. Augustine's sister Helen was the nun who dealt with punishment." I remove my arm from eyes and sit forward a bit "at least sister Helen wasn't a sadistic cunt like sister `Bloody' Mary. We called her that because she'd beat our asses with a meter stick until we bled."

"Really?" the AI asked in shock.

"No. No one actually bled, it was just a school legend that she beat one kid so bad that he could never sit down again. There was another story that she made guy write so many lines on a chalkboard that his hand fell off...or maybe it was that he choked on all the chalk dust. Doesn't matter, sister Helen wasn't a complete bitch. Detention with her was just reading scripture and getting hit on the hand if she thought you stopped reading. She was strict but she wasn't evil".

That's not even mentioning the worst of Bloody Mary. She was also our P.E. teacher and she knew exactly what exercises could make the human body feel like it was on fire. A thousand push-ups and sit-ups and squats, a ten k run, that stupid rope climb. Any way that she could torture us without directly touching us, she'd make us do it. Bur I'll admit all those tortuous hours of running, climbing, and crawling through dirt really paid off when I started Running (not to mention the dividends I made in the hotness department. If nothing else the wicked bitch helped give me the perfect body for fucking). Sister Helen was a lot more lenient, relatively. And once I started jacking off, I did my best to stay out of trouble just so I could get home (or to the nearest bathroom or closet or bush) and beat off. The only real issue of note you'll find note of in my secondary school is my overuse of bathroom breaks.

Taylor continues "and during your tertiary tenure you were never in trouble. You seemed to have mellowed out as you matured.

I actually laugh out loud at this "Ha ha ha, yeah no. It wasn't that I didn't get in trouble" I stretch out my legs and put my arms behind my head "as everyone in school did their best to make sure I was always available."

The AI pauses for a second "I'm not sure what you mean Captain."

"You know how some bosses hire a pretty girl with huge tits and a thin waist, and let her get away with anything because she's letting him use her pussy as a dick warmer?"

"I... suppose so?" he answers.

"That was basically me in St. Sebastian's, except the horny boss was the entire school and I'm much hotter than that hypothetical bitch."

"So you slept with...everyone in your class?" he sounds almost awed (can't blame him though. I am pretty amazing).

"Everyone in school Taylor. I basically had an appointment book for sex" I was suddenly reminded of a particular fuck session in my sophomore year. Sometime about mid-September, fifth period lunch I think. Danny Mulligan, our varsity soccer's right back, and the goalie John Petrillo. We were in the gym bathrooms, which were always reliably empty (a good place for private screwing as long as you can stand the smell), Danny was seated on one of the cleaner toilets and I was seated on his fat cock; John's back was against the stall door while his fuck stick was jammed down my throat. John's trousers were practically soaked with my saliva (I hadn't sex at all that day so I was pretty hungry for dick by that point). John was so delirious with pleasure that he couldn't form words, but Danny did most of the talking. It was the usual stuff you're ass is so hot', you're such a filthy slut', `you're tighter than any pussy at St. Anne's', etc (a lot St. Anne students stayed virgins while I was in high school, much to the relief of their parents).

Every time I dipped my tongue into John's piss slit, he looked like he was going to have a heart attack. To be fair, it was his first time. With anyone. While he was hot as hell, John was that adorably shy variety of athlete and as such had never so much as kissed someone, much less fucked them in a dirty bathroom stall. Danny, who was a regular, convinced him to at least let me give the goalie a blowjob, but needless to say I went a bit off script. Even though I was doing most of the work, Danny's cock kept hitting my prostate just right, and I was already really horny, so I knew that John would be shoving his dick up my fuck chute that day. I pulled off him and he gave me look like a dog after you snatch away their food bowl. I told him to shove it in me, right next to Danny's, and still high on sex he did so without hesitation. Danny's dick was longer but John's was a lot fatter, so I got to enjoy being plowed deep and stretched out at the same time. John was in a sexual rage and really started ramming into me, giving Danny a few bruises from being jammed into the back of the toilet. The passion and the heat and my ass getting reamed so deep, brought me over the edge and I shot rope after rope of jizz right onto John's uniform. The orgasm made my ass tighten around the athletes' cocks like a vice and both of them poured their steaming loads into me for about two minutes.

John was so drained of both energy and cum that he collapsed on me and Danny in the stall. When we got out and were cleaning up, Danny stopped John from wiping my cum off his uniform. Apparently it was a badge of honor among athletes to have my cum on them (basically it advertised `I'm such a sex god, I made Jack Beaucul cum hands free).

"Captain!" Taylor cries.

"What?" I snap.

He softens his voice "I was just asking if you're sexual exploits were as frequent and prolific as you say or if you were utilizing hyperbole."

I roll my eyes "I'm serious Taylor. Every guy who sees me, wants me. Even if it's only subconsciously. Even if the species doesn't resemble a human in any way. They all want some of this."

"I... can certainly understand that Captain" he says in a much quieter voice.

Still feeling nostalgic for my teen years I recount "There wasn't a day in school that I didn't get fucked or eat cum or get spunk on my body somewhere. I was the most popular guy in school, because even five minutes with me were guaranteed to be your best five minutes of that week. I mean, you should've seen the things written about me in the locker room; both what guys did to me and wanted to do to me. The only place that had nastier comments was the faculty bathroom."

Literally everyone in that school wanted to do me. I actually recall having to change my number a few times because my phone kept getting overloaded with propositions and dick pics. They'd do anything to sleep with me, and I mean anything. Guys would buy me dinner, give me new clothes, offer to do all my schoolwork (some of them teachers), they'd give me clothes and electronics. I was given cars on five separate occasions during high school, but I didn't take them though not because I didn't want them. My dad pretty much figured out what I was doing by the end of my freshman semester and set some ground rules. One, all my school work, had to be my own; no blowing my way into the top ten. Two, I couldn't accept anything over 300 DICs; so no cars and no ski trips. Three, was that I never get pressured into doing something I didn't want to do or to let a guy treat me lesser because I was very sexually active' or to put it simply be a whore but don't let anyone treat you like a whore'. Other than that my dad couldn't give a fuck as to what I did in high school (which ironically was giving out a bunch of fucks).

Taylor mumbles "I guess they really enjoyed having sex with you Captain."

"Yeah" I say "but I did have a few things working in my favor. I went all boys school, both faculty and students. The staff were either married to stuck up, prudish wives or priests married to the church, either way they weren't getting much action. And students were horny teens who's sex education amounted to `not until marriage and no whacking it'. I was like an oasis for some very thirsty travelers."

Though that relief really went both ways. I consider myself a professional slut now, but even though I love sex, I wasn't addicted to it. At St. Sebastian's, I'd go into withdrawal if I didn't another guy's cum into my body at some point. I spent half my class time taking notes and the other half scouting for the next spunk rocket I'd get mouth or ass onto. I needed dick, more than food or water and in hindsight that's a bit concerning (but it was a problem that solved itself. As there were several days where I got my daily nutritional and liquid requirements entirely from pure organic nut cream. Fresh from the tap).

"Captain, sister Megan is approaching," Taylor states "she is accompanied by two other human individuals." I glance out the window and see the sprite woman essentially skip toward the Etoile; she's out of her white snow gear in favor of a heavy winter dress and the iconic nun's habit. Following behind, are two intimidating female figures. Both are dressed in the white snow gear Megan had donned when we first met as well as nun habits. Their faces are covered and they're eyes are hidden behind black visors and each carries a long metal staff. I go to open the cockpit but my console flashes that the ship has been locked.

"What did I just fucking tell you Taylor!" I bark at him but I keep my voice low so the nun and her scary ninja friends to get suspicious.

"I know, I'm very sorry Captain. But I really believe it would be prudent if we kept in contact with each other. I can't assist you very well if I can't observe you and your surroundings" he tries to sound apologetic but I can tell he doesn't give a damn about what I think of this. I dig around the cockpit until I find the stupid earpiece and hook it on (I suppose it would be safer to have Taylor annoy me privately than to have him shout at me from the ship).

With the ship unlocked, I jump out and wait for the Irishwoman to totter up; she waves "Hello Mr. Beaucul. Lovely to see you made it" her black ops friends stay back a few meters, clearly waiting for me to give them a reason to use those large sticks "Oh my, you mus' be freezin' out here. Come on let's get you inside and warmed up with a nice cup o' tea and maybe-"

"Look" I cut in "that sounds really great, but doesn't your mother superior or whoever need me talk to me?"

"Ah! Righ' you are. Silly me, chattin' away again. Come, come we'll have time enough for pleasantries after business. Come now follow me" she begins shuffling back towards the armed... well I suppose they're nuns too. They straighten up more when Megan approaches. I sheepishly follow, hoping none of my body language comes off as aggressive, cause those staffs look like they can hurt (I'd hate to see what sort of damage Bloody Mary could do with one of those staffs. She was bad enough with a ruler).

Sister Megan passes between the two nuns, standing steadfast like marble pillars. I try to follow suit but they make their staffs into an `x' to halt my progress. The one to the left turns her head to me "no weapons. You will surrender your fire arm to us."

"You don't expect me to just go in there unarmed? I don't know what the hell's in there-"

"There are no lethal weapons in the convent. You will relinquish your firearm or you will not be allowed inside."

Among the thousands of things you should never, ever do while Star Running, giving over your weapon is at least in the top ten. How the fuck am I supposed to know that they aren't going to throw me in the lion pit, the second I walk in there. Bur then the thought of 500,000 DICs invades my mind and quickly overwrites all instincts, common sense, and self-preservation. I roughly pull my gun from it's holster and shove it into the stomach of the guard on the right; she grunts and grips her staff harder but she refuses to be pushed back. The guards look to each other before moving their staffs apart with visible irritation.

I follow Megan who stands in front the large metal doors built into the mountain. She moves her sleeve from her wrist, revealing her watch; she presses a few buttons on the screen and suddenly the metal doors begin creaking open, sliding apart to let us into the first part of the complex. Inside is a hangar, well really more of a drafty cavern the nuns haphazardly converted into a ship hangar. Ships and thrust bikes were precariously parked on rough floors, wires were bolted to the ceiling with little more than tape and prayers (fitting for an abbey). Several nuns in white snow suits were zipping between ships and boxes and computer consoles, tripping over ice and loose piping trying to perform maintenance on their ships. Megan leads me through the rough complex towards another large set of doors that must lead to the research labs.

She runs towards a panel on the right side of the door and as the doors open, one of the maintenance nuns comes barreling out the door slamming into my chest and lands on the rocky ground. Before Megan or I could help her up, she scrambles on all fours between a two large piles of crates, too busy to even acknowledge that she ran right into me. I look away from where the rude nun scampered off and back to the doors, which open to a metal platform, resting at the bottom of a steep incline track. The lift that leads to the structure part way up the mountain. Megan ushers me on to the empty elevator, our feet echoing three times over with each step. Sister Megan totters over to a console at the back of the lift and begins our slow ascent upwards.

I stand in the center of the massive lift, stewing in my own annoyance when Taylor pops in my ear "Why is lift of such an impressive size, if they are only using it to transport themselves between the hangar and the main structure?"

"Jesus fucking Christ Taylor!" I hiss "A little warning before you just start talking in my ear."

"I am not sure how I can alert you that I will be talking in your earpiece without speaking to you, but I will try my best Captain."

Megan turns around to and looks quizzically "just don't jump on to the speaker with inane questions."

"Sorry Captain, I was merely inquiring on some observations I made on the lift."

"Who cares why the lift is big?"

"Sorry dear what did you say?" the sister was in front of me, staring with those annoyingly bright eyes.

"Uh...I was just wondering why the elevator platform is so big, if it's just people you're running through" I quickly bullshit.

She looks around for a second "What? Oh, that! Well you see the abbey wasn't originally stationed here."

"Oh?" I pretend to be interested (might as well let her talk, she seems like the type who will chat with you regardless of how many "fuck off" vibes you send out).

"Yes love, you see Heaven's Grace was first used by an Abbot. They were sent here to study the frost whales-"

"Orcinus Froskaanas" Taylor whispers in my ear. I growl in irritation but morph it into a cough when sister Megan looks up at me. I let out a small fake smile, to tell her to keep going.

"-Yes, so the frost whales. The monks stationed here were biologists, alien zoologist and ecologist; they were stationed here to study the beautiful creatures. This lift was made so they could bring a live specimen up to the containment areas in the lab; the stations were built high up so their singin' didn' attract any more whales to the complex. They probably would have stayed here for about three or four years, like they usually do, before being sent to the next exotic animal habitat; then the church either has it repurposed for a different research cloister or they sell it to a research division not associated with the church."

"So that thing that thing was one of God's sacred creatures? I guess I should feel honored it picked me for lunch" I sneer.

"Well all creatures are sacred as they were all made by the Lord," she beams, either ignoring or not picking up on my sarcasm "but you may have a point. If it weren' for those big beasties then we would have never found the relic."

Now this piqued my interests "Relic?"

"Yes, about four brothers were tracking one of the frost whales on the north side of the ocean belt when they found a downed Kalosian ship. It was a very old model, a li'l under 500 years by our estimates; I'd say it's a surprise why no one has found it by now, bu' Echo isn' exactly a tourist destination now is it?" She nudges me in the arm to physically emphasize her punchline, and I try to sound out something approximating a laugh (you may think I'm being anti-social but remember, I'm cold, she's chatty, I almost got killed, and the only other man within a hundred miles is stuck inside my ship's hard-drive).

She continues to rattle "so when they found it, the abbot informed the Vatican immediately. They were reassigned to another project and we were given the very importan' task to study the relic. But seein' as you're here, I suppose we'll be going somewhere else soon." She gets on her tiptoes and whispers so as not to be heard, (despite us being the only ones on the platform) "between us, I hope we go somewhere with a lot more green. Nothing tropical or beachy mind you, just a place with trees or meadows. Some place where we can walk among the nature, and just have ourselves a good think about nothing in particular. It would also do the other sisters a heap o' good too. A few of them get a bit grumpy havin' to stay in this one building all day."

The elevator stopped abruptly and we both stumbled forward a bit. A hollow clunk beneath seemed to lock the platform in place and the wall by the platform slowly creaked open, leading into a large hallway that curved in a way that indicated it comes around in a circle. In front of us is a large open room with nothing except storage boxes, but looking to the side of the opening I saw a panel that is pretty common use for the ray shields they use in prison cells (trust me, I've seen enough of them to know). This must have been one of the pens the monks used to keep frost whales before the nuns came here.

I open my mouth to ask but Megan let's out a stream of indeterminate shushing noises and holds her fingers to her lips. I nod in understanding and we continue down the right hall. We walk for a minute and then walk up a ramp that circles up to the next floor. As we walk I notice that there are no windows to the outside, so in the absence of the natural landscape, the structure is adorned with holographic screens depicting the last supper and the resurrection of Lazarus in facsimile of stained glass. In the corner of my eye I see sister Megan watch me as I glance from image to image, clearly eager to give a history lesson on each portrait but unable to speak. As we keep ascending the structure we come across more nuns in similar dresses to Megan. When they see me, they all quickly move their eyes downwards before jutting their heads upwards, many of them blushing. It was weird at first, but then I remembered that despite wearing two layers, my clothes didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. I can almost hear them rushing into rooms to whisper about me (another reason I only sleep with men; they don't gossip with each other, they just take a look and masturbate in private).

Finally we get to what feels like the top floor and as we circle the hall we come to this massive door nearly as tall as the ceiling to my left. There are two more of those guard nuns and emblazoned on the front is a giant golden cross (we probably guess where the "artifact" is being held). Megan, who had been looking back at me the whole time, bows her head as we come into view of the door. But instead of approaching the guards, she turns right and opens a smaller humanoid sized door opposite the cross room. I'm a bit stunned we don't go through the fancy door and I'm tempted to split from the sister and go through it anyways, but then I remember the guards, their big staffs, and the fact that I don't have my gun and conclude that I had better follow the nun.

The door slides open in front of us and we step into a very boring office that reminds me of the principal's office in St. Sebastian's. Same gray walls, gray book shelves with exhausting religious desk, and a boring gray desk exactly like my principal's. Though in the chair sit a very austere woman in a gray dress and habit instead of a burly former rugby player in a tan suit, with a bit a beer gut and thick cock (hey, his office may have been boring but my time spent on that desk certainly wasn't). She is pale skinned and her hoary roots poke out beneath her habit; her face should be wrinkled but it is so stony and grim that it seems that her flesh just locked in place. I'm getting more flashbacks to Sister Mary.

Sister Megan opens her mouth to introduce me but the woman speaks first "So you're the Star Runner" and regards me with a look that makes Echo's weather feel like a warm autumn breeze by comparison.

Sister Megan feels the temperature drop and tries to suppress her ever present smile; she moves a hand towards me, indicating I should respond. I step forward "Yeah..." suddenly I'm beginning to miss "bloody" Mary "I'm Jack Beaucul. I'm here to deliver your artifact."

Her eyes narrowed "You were supposed to inform us you would be taking the assignment with three days notice."

I blink "What?"

"It clearly stated in the advertisement, that if you wished to take on the assignment, then you were to report send a message to the listed contact, immediately, that you would accept. Then after you were properly vetted, you would have received a message from our superiors that you were to wait three days while we prepared the relic for transport. The instructions were quite clear. The first one to be approved for the assignment was the one to receive it, not the first to arrive on our doorstep." Remember when I said Benny sometimes comes through for me? This is not one of them.

I try to clean up Benny's fucking mess "Sorry, I didn't actually apply for the job directly. My fixer was supposed to handle all the legalities" I say through gritted teeth "but I'm here now. So you can use me however you like." I can see in her eye that she has some smart ass retort, but I don't bring it up because I'm already walking along the edge of skyscraper thanks to Benny, don't want to give myself that final push.

Megan steps forward and tries to push down her bubbly demeanor and act professional in front of the abbess "Reverend Mother, Mr. Beaucul is here now. And you said you completed a cursory background check by the time I reported into you and tha' he checked out and everythin'. You said it's of the upmost impor'ance tha' we get the relic to the Vatican archives as quickly as we can. He has a Penetrator, he's bound to get it there in no time."

The Reverend Mother swivels in her chair away from us and stays silent for a minute "I suppose the Lord has brought him to us for a reason" she says as if I weren't standing right fucking here.

I mutter under my breath "Yeah and that reason is you posted a damn job and I took it."

The Mother rises around her desk and walks past us saying "If the Lord brought you here, he did so in a manner he saw fitting" well this job is off to great start (if you couldn't already tell from the hungry frost whale).

We follow the abbess to the big door with the gold cross emblem, the two guard nuns immediately turn inwards towards each other as the doors slide apart and we enter another long hallway. Unlike the rest of the complex this passageway is bare, with an arched ceiling leading straight towards the center of the complex. As I look around I notice the materials and style of this section are much different from the large, rather industrial corridors in the rest of Heaven's Grace, as if this part were constructed after the majority of the complex was built.

"Reverend Mother?" sister Megan's whisper echoes through the hall "Should we tell him abou' the relic?"

The abbess lets out a sigh "I suppose it's only right. You are to deliver the relic to St. Peter's Basilica where the Swiss Guards will take it from you and deliver it to the Apostolic Archives for further study. Unfortunately my sisters and I were unable to unlock all of its secrets despite our best efforts. We have faith that the archive researchers will make more progress."

"Great that's great to know, really glad that was cleared up for me" I say "But what the hell is it."

I can hear her face grind as she smiles "well, Mr. Beaucul I could tell you. But I believe you'll find seeing it to be much more exhilarating" (Good to know the church hasn't abandoned their practice of spouting out vague mystical bullshit).

We reach the end of the hall where twelve guards are stationed six to a side; at the very end in another door with a cross but above it is relief of Jesus and his apostles. Though I still refer to them as Jesus' fuck buddies (that particular argumentative essay got me suspended in grade school but and A in high school... as well as extra credit for giving my theology teacher a performative rendition of my paper). The nuns on guard all stand at attention and the Reverend Mother opens the door with a panel on the right. It slides open, and behind is a large chamber with dozens of nuns behind desks and monitors cluttered around the room. The nuns seemed to be milling around just having casual conversation but upon noticing the abbess they all jump back into their work with fervor. We walk further into the atrium and in the center there is a dais, raised a few feet out of the floor, and on it is a reflective silver discus about a foot in diameter.

"Um... that's a disc. I mean, it's a nice looking disc but, it is a disc."

She huffs "Yes, it is a disc, aesthetically. But, apart from it's humble appearance it is a holy relic that is-"

"A USELESS PIECE OF TRASH!" We stop dead when we hear the storming voice. I look around the mother superior to see a large lion-faced nun stomp towards us, every sister in her path immediately leaps out of her way. She's a Berlah; lion-like people from Jo'Gando. I didn't know any of them became Christian much less nuns as all the ones I've met are extremely stubborn when it concerns their traditions.

She marches straight towards us and sister Megan and I hop to the side to avoid any contact with her. Never mess with a pissed off Berlan female; I nearly lost a hand to one of those ornery bitches (to be fair she did catch me screwing her husband) and staying out of their way it the best method to keep your blood inside of you. But against all common sense the reverend mother stayed put, right in the Berlah's path. I was getting ready to clean nun fillets off my clothes, but the feline woman amazingly walks around the mother superior, growling out a short "reverend mother" in greeting.

Silence floods the room until the Berlah storms out; after she leaves, the reverend mother calmly turns towards the other nuns frozen in fear "Well stop your staring. We still have a bit of work to finish before the relic leaves the planet."

All the women in the room race back to typing, filing papers, and cleaning their work stations just to not appear idle.

I lean down to sister Megan "So when you said grumpy..."

"I may have been thinking of sister Asla at the time" she giggles.

The mother superior motions for me and sister Megan to resume following her to the relic. Now that I'm up close I can see that this discus, this holy artifact that requires so much security is... still underwhelming (It's a disc, not an ancient plasma sword or Saint Peter's flesh-light or whatever).

The reverend mother's eyes grind towards "you were, perhaps expecting something more glamorous?"

I meet her stone eyes "I mean, yeah. This" I point to the disc "could've been slotted in the mail. I don't understand why you're spending hundreds of thousands of DICs to ship a shiny plate."

Her solid gaze narrows on me and I can feel all the nuns in the room tense up "I should have expected one so" she looks me up and down "clearly devoid of the Lord's grace to also lack any wonder at his glorious works."

I shrug "I'm not saying I won't do it. As long as you're paying, I'll pick up the pope's dry cleaning if you want me to."

She eyes me intently for a moment, then in the corner of her mouth cracks the slightest smile "You really don't know what this is do you?" I sigh hoping we can move this along a bit sometime today.

She turns to the disc "You have no idea how sacred this relic is and the power it truly holds."

"Can it extract the massive stick up your ass? Cause that would be a very impressive feat indeed" around us I can see many of the sisters wince and hide their eyes as if they're watching me jump off a cliff (but I note a few them, including sister Megan, hold back smiles; amused that someone finally had the balls to stand up to this cunt).

Her face remains rigid "that would be a waste of holy talent. To craft an angelic machine for such a trivial purpose."

I roll my eyes "enough with the angelic artifacts. I feel like I'm in grade school listening to -"

"Starborn?!" Taylor shouts in my ear.

I jump at the sudden noise but my memory about angelic studies starts flooding back. That's right! The church classifies Starborn as angels. The scientific community refers to them as alien energy beings but many religions regard them as angels or gods or spirits. I don't recall much about them except that they like to make stuff that is often called-

"Stardust? You mean this is legit Starborn tech?" I ask the reverend mother.

She turns back to me "We're never one hundred percent certain if an item is truly angelic, but cross referencing it with our other artifacts, we are certain that this is one such relic."

The number of DICs that I was going to get for this job begin piling higher and higher in my mind until my I get a headache from the mere idea of its volume. Stardust sells for millions on the market, both legitimate and black, and if you can get a piece with a known use, then you'll be set for twenty lifetimes. I can understand now why they wanted one runner to deliver this, a single ship draws a lot less attention than a huge escort.

The mirror shine of the discus draws my eye back towards it. Now that I know it's Stardust, the object appears brighter, more beautiful. The simple shape holds a pure primal elegance in its design, and yet the mirror surface, alters and reforms the world in ways that show the relic was constructed with subtle yet intricate architecture. That's the other thing I remember about Stardust, all the scientist and archaeologist would describe it's aesthetic perfection that seem to taunt all the artists in the galaxy.

I feel my wrist locked on by hand as cold as marble. Looking up I see the mother superior regards me with solid contempt and when I look back at my hand I see I was reaching out for the Stardust.

I rip my hand from her grip, and sneer "thought you wanted me to take this?"

"When we've finished compiling our research you may," she replies "we will be finished in a few minutes." She motions towards the door "Since you wanted to know more about the relic, I suggest you discuss the matter with our head researcher."

I remember who just walked out the door,"Sister Asla?" I venture, hoping I'm wrong. Only an idiot tries to talk to a pissed off Berlan woman.

"I'm sure she'll find your charming personality quite endearing" she answers dryly.

"Captain, you must talk her!" Taylor shouts in my ear. A few of the nuns give me funny looks when I wince and I rush out the door to avoid any inquiries. The whole time I have my hand over my ear, afraid that Taylor's frantic babble will be heard from the earpiece. Taylor won't stop rattling on about finding out about Stardust, how it works and who made it (which is pretty redundant, we know that Starborn made it). I quicken my pace out of the door and past the spec ops nuns. I'm so focused on getting out of the research lab, that I almost run into sister Asla. I stop dead and see her reading a bible which seemed ready to combust with the amount of rage bursting from her eyes, yet despite the fury simmering just beneath her skin, she cradles the book with tender gentleness.

"Ask her!" Taylor pushes. I cautiously take a step forward and open my mouth to talk with her, but I find my greeting is lacking sound and I stay like that for about a minute.

"What?" rumbles out from the nun's throat. The second the growls hits my spine, I turn on my heels but find that Sister Megan has blocked my escape route. She flutters a wave, hello and trots around me to get to sister Asla. I get the feeling I'm about to watch a dramatic reenactment of a cat biting down on a mouse's neck.

"Pardon me, sister Asla" the lioness slowly leans forward until her head is positioned perfectly to unhinge her jaw and swallow the diminutive nun whole. But when she meets sister Megan's eye, her posture relaxes and she breathes out some rage, and Megan points to me "this is Mr. Beaucul, the Star Runner who will be courierin' the relic for us."

The larger nun doesn't even look at me "so give him the device. Get the damned thing out of here as soon as possible."

"Come now sister," Megan says, brushing off the irate words "you know we have to finish compiling all the data we've been compilin'"

The Berlan nun snorts "It's gray, it's a disc, and it weighs one kilogram. Shouldn't take long to compile that."

Any of Asla's bitterness was lost in the depths of Megan's positivity "That's the spirit. And while we're doin' tha', you can tell Mr. Beaucul everthin' we know about the relic, as you're our head researcher. I'll come get you when we're done" and totters back to the lab.

Sister Asla finally looks at me "So you're the runner" she says her eyes turning into slits. Before I can answer she asks "Have you seen the relic?"

"Yeah" I answer quick.

"Good, then you know everything we know" she turns back to her scriptures.

We stand there for minute when Taylor cries "Captain, you need to ask her about the Stardust artifact!"

"What am I supposed to ask her?" I hiss.

"What was that?" Asla asks, still engaged in her bible.

"What are you reading?" I ask, trying to sound genuinely interested.

"The book of Job," she sighs "I find the text very relevant to our current predicament and perhaps I'll come across some revelation in the good book."

"Is it helping?"

"Not yet, but I was taught that when one doesn't know what do, they must seek guidance in scripture. Though I'm not sure how a book written four thousand years ago, even one inspired by the Lord, can help us figure out such advance technology."

I can't help but smirk "I thought they were holy relics crafted by the angels?"

Her eyes shrink to the size of pins "I don't concern myself much with the philosophical and metaphysical debates of the church, I focus on the sciences. Though I do believe in the church's core tenets, and documented information on Starborn indicate they share undeniable similarities with mythological being of divinity."

"So you believe the whole angel thing?"

Her brow furrows "I haven't see enough evidence to support or disprove their divinity. I only wish that they'd have the consideration to leave instructions for their inventions."

"Well you're probably not going to find the manual in there" I point to the bible, though sister Asla doesn't even appear to be paying attention to me anymore.

"Faith and prayer are our only options. Of the few angelic devices that can actually be used, they're only functioning because someone observed how a Starborn made it work. The church has over a hundred relics gathering dust in the archives because they couldn't figure out how to work them. We're not even sure if all of them are genuine."

She closes the bible and puts her hand (paw?) over her eyes "I've a PhD advanced robotics from the University of St. Asla, mechanical and electrical engineering degrees from the Si Long Institute of Technology, and a doctorate in quantum physics from St. Brigid's Academy, but I'm bested by a plate. I can't even tell what sphere to put it in."

"Sphere?" the term sounds vaguely familiar from theology, but I sort of purged my mind of that part of my education.

"It's how the church classifies the angelic artifacts," she explains "three sphere for broad categorization and then three subcategories to specific classification. The first sphere contains communication and transportation and within that sphere is the level Principatus which concerns intergalactic traversal and connection. Many pierce drives were based on Principatus inventions" though not the Etoile; Helios Industries prides itself not having pierce drives modeled after Stardust and still having the fastest, most efficient drives in the galaxy.

"Well now it will be the Vatican's headache" I halfheartedly try to cheer her "and you can move on to that flower meadow you want to live in."

She frowns at me "you've been talking to sister Megan haven't you?"

"She makes it very hard not to talk to her" I say with exhaustion.

Her black lips curl into an awkward smile "it would be a nice change after three years on Hell."

"Couldn't have been that bad. It's always the ideal whether for skiing" I chuckle.

"I'm calling Echo Hell somewhat literally. The Kuma name for the planet is Froskaa, which means Hell-well, the literal translation comes out to `desolation' but many native Kuma religions use the word to denote their malevolent afterlife and many of those theologies depict Froskaa as a frozen wasteland inhabited by horrible, giant monsters. Has sister Megan told you about the frost whales?"

"Oh, even better. I met one."

She almost laughs at this "well then I guess the choice of name is pretty obvious. I just can't wait to get out of here and move on to something more productive" she glances behind my shoulder "and with any luck that will be some time soon."

"Mr. Beaucul" I jump and I whip around to see sister Megan had crept behind me "we're all ready for you." I nod and follow her back through to the lab.

"Captain, the Starborn!"

"We already found out everything" I tried to hush him.

"What?" sister Asla growls down my back.

"I was just thinking to myself. How we're-I'm not going to get any more on the artifact. It would be cool to know what it does" I lie.

Her pupils shrink again "Yes it would be quite exciting to learn the purpose of the relic, but providence has yet to reveal such knowledge to us."

I quicken my pace trying to escape sister Asla's scrutiny. In the lab, the mother superior stood erect like a stone pedestal, lying in her hands is a silken white pillow cradling the Stardust disk. I approach the woman, while the mother superior remains stiff. As I reach out for the Stardust, and she pulls her arms back to her torso.

"Regardless of your personal opinions on faith, please understand that we regard these objects as sacred. They are testaments to a the Lord's love and compassion made manifest in the galaxy... do not treat this assignment lightly" she states with all the passion of a rock.

I roll my eyes and grab the disc off the pillow "Look, you're paying and that's all that matters. I'll do whatever you want, though perhaps you could give me a better idea of how much the Stardust means to you."

"4 million I.C.s" she murmurs.

"I'll bathe it in holy water and read it passages from John!"

"Hmm, You are aware that greed is one of the cardinal sins, correct?" her eyes fall onto my prominently displayed packaged "As is lust!"

I ignore her, 4 million DICs is well worth taking a little bitchiness from the clergy. Not to mention carrying such a beautiful object. I love the feel of it, like dipping your hand in a cool stream on a hot day. Tracing my fingers along the surface doesn't feel like touching metal, it's more like running your hand along the surface of clear water, watching how each minor disturbance alters but never ruins the image it reflects. It's refreshing. I don't think I've touched something like this (I think I haven't).

"Mr. Beaucul, is there anything else you need or will you be able to leave right away?"

I only half listened, still tracing my fingers along the Stardust "Uh...yeah. I got everything."

"Good. You don't need to contact us further as the Vatican will send the payment to your fixer once you have completed the delivery" she sounds almost excited that I was leaving immediately (though I admit, I was too).

"Do you understand Mr. Beaucul?" I continue to draw circles lines on the relic.

"Mr. Beacucul!" she barks.

"What? Yeah, I get it" I snap my attention to her "can I go?" I jab my thumb at the exit. My head feels a little light and I really want to get out of here more than I already did.

The mother superior nods her head "You may... thank you for your help" I can hear her almost choke on the small amount of gratitude coming up her throat, but I couldn't give a shit. 4 million DICs is all the thanks I need.

I turn to leave, giving all the nuns an informal salute but then sister Megan pipes up "Excuse Mr. Beaucul, could you wai' just a moment longer?"

"What?" I hold back the urge to knock Megan up side the head.

Her index fingers meet together and rest on her lips for a minute before she points towards me asking "It's just I've never seen the relic do tha'."

For a second I think the woman might have gotten high on her mood elevators, but a pale blue light draws my attention down to the disk. From the metal itself, a small glow the size of a coin emits from the center of the disk. All the nuns raise up a chorus of whispers, sister Asla's pupils take up her whole eyes, and the reverend mother's stony visage breaks into an expression of primal awe. I raise the disk up and before anyone can say anything the pale blue light envelops the entire disk. In an instant the air above our heads is filled with a holographic image of the milky way (but unlike many holograms, this one lacked the scratchy quality or indefinite features). The whole room is rendered silent by the spectacle, and in a few seconds the display zooms in on the Orion arm. Another few seconds then it closes in on a section of the arm not to far from earth. Zooms in again, and I only just make out the constellation Cancer before it zooms in on a star cluster. The image enlarges one of the stars until we can see the entire ten planet system. The image closes in on the fourth planet, orbited by two moons. The image evaporates and the Stardust returns to its dormant state.

I feel massive hand crushing my arms and I'm pulled directly into sister Asla's face "What did you do? Tell me exactly what you did! Was there a hidden switch or button of some sort?! Do you know that system?! Did you say something specific?! Quick someone find out which system that was! Do you have a unique device-"

"Sister Asla!" the mother superior shrieks. She looks around and sees all the nuns staring at her and in a calmer but stern tone she says "please compose yourself."

The Berlah whips her head around "but reverend mother, he did something to the artifact. In all this time it has never acted in such a way! We-" the mother superior holds up her hand and the lion woman releases me and meekly backs away, head bowed.

"Dagda" someone humbly says.

The reverend mother spins her head all over the room "What? Who said that?"

Behind a nun at her computer, a small hand is raised and sister Megan scurries forward "sorry, reverend mother. The system is called Dagda, in the Beehive cluster-"

"How do you know that?!" sister Asla rushes toward Megan as if to tackle her, but the mother holds up her hand and the lioness stops.

She turns to Megan "Are you sure?"

"Yes mother, many of my cousin's on my dad's side live there. I've been there a few times for Christmas. It's actually a very nice-" the mother superior holds up her hand "Yes thank you sister Megan."

She hurries over to me and snatches the Stardust from my hands, the gingerly places it back on the dais; she begins walking out of the lab and says "I'm sorry Mr. Beacul, but due to these recent developments we will have to cancel the assignment. Sorry to take up your time."

I stand there stunned for a second, before getting my shit together and running after her "Hey, what about my money?!"

She doesn't even look back "I'm sorry but given that the relic has activated, we must contact the cardinals in charge of the archives. They will advise us on how to proceed. As for you, I believe it is customary to distribute a fee of 50,000 ICs for a terminated assignment."

I grab the mother superior by the arm and turn her to look at me "Hey, you-" I'm yanked backwards and the six nuns standing guard at the lab door come between me and the mother superior, staffs at the ready.

The mother superior waves them back and they calm down a bit though they still stand at the ready for battle. I take a breath "you said I'd be getting 4 million DICs and now you're saying I'll get less than a percent of that. That's fucked up."

She puts her hands together as if in prayer "please understand" her voice has a slight quaver "our hands are tied. We were to perform research on the relic for three years and if no progress was made, we deliver it to the archives. But we made progress-"

"Thanks to me!"

She looked like she wanted to argue but then she became a bit pensive "you're right, your arrival has certainly... altered our situation. If you give us until morning then we'll know what the cardinals want us to do. They may still want the artifact or they may want us to keep it and if that is the case I can try to recommend you for different work."

I'm mad. No I'm more than mad, I'm fucking furious, but there's nothing I can do. This is my one chance to get a UEN seal on my resume. I grumble out a "fine" then start walking away.

The mother superior calls after me "we can offer you food and rest quarters if you need it."

I ignore her storm out to my ship. My legs are heavy as lead and so my stomping rolls out like thunder. All I can feel is rage, and reality seems so far away. It's like I can't perceive a place that doesn't have my fury, my wrath so the facility just seems to melt away. I only notice that I'm at the Etoile because the two guards at the platform approach me.

"Will you be leaving now sir?"

"Give me my gun" I growl.

"If you are leaving we will return your weapon, if you are-"

"Just give me my fucking gun!" Both of them jump back and ready their staffs. I don't move, I'm too tired to act on my rage but my anger keeps me from backing down. They look at each other and one of them takes out my gun and places it on the ground. They back away and circle until they're behind me. Whatever, they can be afraid of me. I honestly don't give a shit. I grab my gun and hop into the Etoile.

Taylor's voice comes on the ship "we're not leaving are we Captain."

I don't answer. Honestly I am tempted to just be done with this shit, but I can't. This is my one chance to get good work, instead of doing hunting down debtors for loan sharks or delivering laundered money for small town gangs.

"Captain, we're not leaving, are we?"

"We're staying the night. By morning we'll leave."

"With the relic?"

I don't answer. I don't know and he ought to know I don't.

"Captain-"

"What?" I snap "what the fuck is it now Taylor?"

"I just want to know about the artifact."

I groan "You saw everything Taylor. You what it looks like and what it can do, namely rob me of work."

"But I don't know..." he trails off.

"What? I want to go to sleep."

He doesn't say anything, so I take that as a sign that I should go to sleep before he starts yammering. Maybe it would be better tomorrow. Or maybe not, I don't fucking know. I just want to go to bed, to just stop being awake.

"What did it feel like?"

"What did what feel like?" I ask, eyes closed.

"The Stardust. What did it feel like when you touched it?"

I want to tell him `it felt like a metal disk, what the fuck did you think it would feel like' but I don't. I just quietly say "like water."

"Okay" he responds and that's the last thing I hear until morning.

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