Derelict ( BlazingColdPhoenix and Alien Swede )

Space. The Void. The Final Frontier.
It didn't matetr what you called it, it would always be the dark and cold place which covers the distance between the galaxies, nebulae, stars and planets. When the first sentient beings rose from the primordial ooze of alien worlds, they took to the skies, and the empty void. Planets where seeded, empires where born, planets where seized and empires fell. No time is the same, but at the same time it is always the same. There are always ships passing for the sake of trade, exploration and war. Always.

Though, not all ships would make it. Either they met their doom at hands of their rivals, but more likely it was due to the dangers space itself poses. The cold vacuum was one thing, but the inumerable objects that surfed through the Cosmos could do considerable damage to a hulk of metal and plastic. These vessels would be discovered from time to time, wether by accident or as cause from a deliberate search. One of these vessels (on which our story takes place) was half a kilometer long, and 300 meters wide. It was dark green in colour with different markings in black, dark red and brown. it had several different components whichs temmed form several different alien worlds, but the majority came from the Saur worlds. They where a proud and fierce race that rarely mingled with others. This was most likely a mercenary, or a trader who had met an untimely end. The ship was without engine power, and the life support systems where running on minimum capacity. It was drifting with no aim or purpose, but it wasn't alone. Another ship was on its way, and its captain had all the rights to claim it, as derelict ships belonged to anyone who could tugg it to a port and sell it for scrap.

There were, of course, those who made a living out of finding and transporting derelict ships. Kisa was one of those people. She'd been told many times over her life that it wasn't a woman's job, but then again, most thought her place was at home, being a baby factory for some jerk. Like hell that would happen to her. She smiled as she saw what had to be a goldmine on her radar. The ship was huge, compared to most of her previous cargoes. She sped towards it.

Almost immediately, a moment of fear seized her. Saurian make. She'd know that anywhere. She looked around, checking scanners. It was probably safe, but there's been more than a few horror stories. She slowly moved, and docked to the ship, setting on her suit. She went onto the ship, just a bit, and began to inspect some of the workings. After all, Saurians were known for making damn good stuff. She smiled, and went through the compartments for storage. Nothing huge. Nothing on life support, either, though one was open. Probably some unfortunate would that didn't make it. Looks like the ship would be scrap after all.

Kisa headed back towards the ship, wondering just what had happened to the ship.

Upon closer inspeciton of the hull, it became almost obvious that this ship had been through a fight. Large chunks of its armour had been blasted off with crude laser weapons and missiles. Small fragments of debrie where close to it, most likely objects that would fit with this ship, like pieces of a puzzle. However, it hadn't been a sad victim of a raid. Long range radar would give a hint that more derelicts follow its wake a few kilometers away, though in smaller pieces. Adding the evidence together, it seemed that this vessel had been engaged, or engaged a small group of ships and utterly destroyed them but didn't make out of it.

The ship wasn't abandoned however. Its captain, its sole crewman, was a hardened veteran and a mercenary. He was still in the captains chair, but almost unconcious. That was part of his ploy, you see. He had deliberatly shut the lifesupport to run at 0.5% capacity. Then, he had hotwired it to feed him with warmth and air through a large hose connected directly to the life support system. When a ship would come close, which was his best bet they would if they saw an abaondoned ship, the ship would feed him with more oxygen and wake him up. When the Saur finally did wake up, Kisa was probably already on ehr way to inspect the insides of his ship.

Kisa wandered through the other areas of the ship, and it became apparent that the ship had been raided and damn near destroyed. Pieces looked ready to fall off even further from the floating piece of scrap metal.

She wandered up towards the bridge, wondering if any of the communication relays still worked. However, as she entered, it was not the machinery that surprised her. There was... something there. Immediately she backed up and shut the door. It probably wasn't living... but she didn't want to take the chance. She went on to quickly inspect the rest of the ship. Now she just wanted to get off and back to her ship so she could just tow the damn thing. She headed back towards her ship.

While her ship wasn't huge, it was more than enough to haul derelict freighters and trade vessels for long distances. It was equipped with its own self-containment unit. Kisa could live on her ship forever, theoretically. Hell, six of her could have lived comfortably there.

The closing door finally made him wake up. His green eyes flared open, and he grunted at his aching joints. he hated forcing himself into hibernation, it left him sore all over. Gritting his teeth behind the golden visor, he assesses the sitation in his mind. He needed to get into a ship, and someone was here. That meant, there was a ship nearby... The red spacesuit began to move. The alien searched with his hands on his lap for the oxygen tubes. He held his breath, disconnected the hose that went to his side, and connected the tube. Now he could move about for a few hours.

He was soon on his feet, the magnetic souls gave him a good footing on the floor, and he made his way out of the cockpit. He saw that the door was wide open, leaving a gap from the ship to space... But that wasn't the most interesting thing he saw. He saw another space suit. Without any time to think about his next move, he shut the magnetic boots off and jumped at the invader. He slung his powerful arms around her before she had a chance to notice him, as cold vacuum didn't create any noise to alert her. Now she had an almost 7 feet tall Saur squeezing her with its arms. Hard.



(Hope you forgive me for not giving your character a chance to react. If that's not acceptable, let me know >_> )

(I'm fine with it. What can she do against someone a foot and a half taller and a helluva lot more muscular than her?)

Kisa had been doing a final inspection of the electrical circuits, but nothing could have ever prepared her for what was next. She didn't get a chance to react before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her, almost crushing her with the forceful grip they had on her. She let out a scream of surprise, fear, and pain, trying desperately to struggle against the thing that had her in an iron grip. Panic overtook her, and instinct kicked in. Even if she wouldn't normally be able to fight, flight was cut out of the equation. Boots launched back, impacting against whatever they could reach, trying to get some way to dislodge the thing from her. "GET OFF OF ME!" She screamed at him, fighting hard, but in the end, it was rather in vain that she struggled.

He wasn't about to respect her wishes and let her go. The alien grabbed her waist, then squeezed her. It was a very clear show of force, that would let her know that he was quite capable of killing her with hardly any effort. He couldn't though. Not because of his morals, but because of practicality. He needed her to open the doors to her ship. After giving ehr the uncomfortable show of force, he pointed to the ship with his arm. Right next to her helmet, she coudl get a clear view for the first time of the dimensions of what had assailed her. The red space suit didn't look very friendly, but the large arm either showed that whatever he was, he had baught a very baggy space suit, or that his arm was very muscular. He pointed at her space ship again, really pointing out that he wanted to get inside. There was nothing left in his old ship for him.

SHe grinaced as he squeezed her waist hard, making her a little weak for a moment before she regained her self control. He wasn't killing her. Why? Wasn't he supposed to be-

She noticed him pointing at her ship. Oh, well duh. He'd been hiding out on this ship, waiting for someone like her to come by! This one was smarter than most, at least according to humans. But she noticed just how... powerful he was. At this point, she was in a catch-22. Either die out here... or let him in, and possibly die in there. However, again, instinct took her mind. At least she had a remote chance of survival in her ship. Not lettting him in was a sure way to die.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, and let out a sigh. She wriggled in his grasp, trying to get out. He'd either have to let go of her or bring her over to the console before she could open it. She let out a soft growl, unhappy with being held on to like he was holding her. "Let go of me, damn it. Do you want it open or not?"

(Catch 22? Mmm, you just made my brain squirm in delight!)

The hands slowly eased on her waist, but the Saur wasn't going to trust her for one second. His left hand seized one of the small tubes that was on the back of her suit. he could only guess it would cause some hard if it was accidentally 'torn off'. He tugged on it, so that the woman got the hint. Make the wrong move, and I'll rip your oxygen hose and dump your kicking corpse into space.

He then stood at her right side, slightly behind of her though, making sure that she couldn't subtetly puncture his suit with a tool or anything like that. He was incredibly suspicious, but that was a trait he had used to survive for many years. He gave ehr all the freedom she needed to open the hatch. As they entered, he would force her inside and pressurize the cargo hold, or wherever they would get into.

(Glad to hear it n_n)

Kisa relaxed only slightly as the hands on her waist eased, and went off. She felt the tugging, and simply growled back at him a bit. "Can you even speak?" She half asked as she went to the console and input the commands needed to open the airlock. She looked in, and let out a surprised noise as he forced her in. She looked up at him, not looking pleased at all before closing and pressurizing the airlock. She then took off her helmet, freeing her mid-back length brown-red hair. She pressed another button, and the door to the inside opened. "Would you let go of me?!" She growled, twisting, the oxygen tube yanking out of his grasp. She reached back and put it back in correctly. It was nothing she couldn't fix. She then looked up at him, arms crossed over her chest. "What now, O silent one?"

He didn't care much for her attitude. It was understandable that she would be defiant, but it wasn't clever to be defiant in the way she was against someone like him. When he had no need to cling to her suit, the alien hands went to the long helmet. Afetr a hissing nosie, he removed it and revealed a scarred face. His left eye was horribly scarred, and replaced with a mechanical red replacement. His face was long, just like that of a lizard. A very fierce and grumpy looking lizard. His hide was made out of small scailes, and was brown in colour, save for a few edges above his eye (the left eyebrow had been blown off, it would seem) which had hints of graying. The Saur turned his head and spoke with a deep, masculine voice. "Your cabin. Where is it?"

Defiant was how she was with him. He'd damn near killed her, and she was doing something that was actually half-decent for him, even if it was pretty much forced. She looked up at his face as he removed his helmet. She shivered slightly, but recovered. She'd seen worse, though the coloring of the mechanical eye was a bit weird to her. "Why would you possibly care about-... gah, to hell with it." She said. She walked out of the airlock, motioning for him to follow her. She walked to one of a few doors. "Here." She didn't quite know why she was doing this, but if she was going to be stuck on her ship with him (which seemed likely at this time), she may as well see if she could get him to at least not be hostile.

She pressed a few buttons on the console, and the door opened. She had a rather bare room, not seeing the need for much, aside from the basics, such as a brush and a few other things. Another door was in the room, probably leading to a bathroom, and three of the wall panels could rotate to reveal storage hidden behind them.

The alien walked closely to her as she lead them to the requested room. When they where inside, the alien started to scan the room. His head slowly turned side-to-side, his eyes looking for something. Then, suddenly, his head pointed towards her. He ran his tongue on the outside on his teeth, and ne nodded as his eyes moved up and down on her shapes. "Undress."

The command came suddenly and without a warning. He nodded towards her, catching her eyes. "I can still break you like a twig. Undress." It had been awhile since he had some... Intimate contact. The effects of his hibernation was all gone now, and he was actually starting to feel randy. Maybe it was becasue it was too long since he didn't have sex, or maybe it was because of the power he had over her. Nobody would ever now what he could do to her, so there would practically be no consequences.

Kisa was quite surprised by what he commanded her to do. Immediately, her eyes met his. Normally an icy blue, they were angrier than ever. Her response was simple. "No."

Even his threat did nothing to dissuade her from her course of action. If he decided to kill her, it was better than having to endure rape. Besides, if he did kill her, he'd never get the ship moving. Security, as it was, would require her presence to start the ship, and more importantly, to open the food storage. If she was dead, those rather vital things would cease to work, and he'd die a slow, painful death through starvation. "Break me like a twig, then, lizard." She growled at him defiantly. "What the hell are you waiting for? DO IT!" She yelled. "I will not submit to being used."

His one remaining eye frowned at her. He anticipated this responce, but her tenacity and defiance... it was admirable. But pointless. A large and clawed hand shot at her, grabbing the neck of her spacesuit and pushed her down. She landed on her bed that was behind her, and the alien held her down pretty steadily. The free hand was used to search for any zippers or similar to open it for her. A growl of frustration erupted from him, and he completedly ignored any protests she had. He respect her strength and pride, but he didn't feel like respect her. She was just a human, after all. It took too long for him to fidn a way to undress her, so, he did the second best thing. His claws raked the space suit, and he ripped it into shreds.

She had prepared herself to fight him, but he sudden choking sensation of his hand inning her by the neck was not something she was ready for. She let out a choked noise of surprise, and her hands came up, trying to pry the hand away as she kicked at him. She felt his claws rake the suit, scratching a bit of her skin, but she kept fighting. She wore nothing beneath the suit, not wanting to have impediments out in space, and t was now that she wished she had.

It was apparent that she had a good body. She was an average weight, though she was still rather fit, and her DD breasts heaved with each growl and kick she used to try fighting him off. She wouldn't stop fighting, not now. She wouldn't submit to him...

As the outfit became more of rags then a recognisable piece of suit, he noticed that he had injured her. He rasied his hand, claws pointing down and fingeres seperated as if he was going to claw at her again. He looked at her, and felt almost guilty for scratching her. He honestly felt it was a shame. He looked at ehr slowly, still keeping a frowning expression. Excusing himself for that would be stupid, so he didn't The hand went down on ehr again, and started to pull and tear the suit apart, revaling more skin to the temperate air, and her assailant. The more he saw, the more he liked. The more he saw and liked, the more aroused he became.

When as good as all of the suit was gone, he started to look around. Seeing a cord that connected to a ceiling lamp, he found a perfect source of rope. He pulled it from the sockets, and started to tie her wrists together.

Not once did she stop struggling. Even with the minor injuries, she continued to fight, adrenaline numbing the pain, allowing her ton continue struggling. However, it was becoming apparent that she was tiring herself out with the massive amount of fighting she was doing. Her effort redoubled as he began to pull the suit away from her, revealing more of her skin to him.

She noticed him shift his weight, as he tore a cord out from the lamp. No... He wouldn't... She threw all her weight against him, but again, her effort was futile. He easily overpowered her smaller body. She growled, even as he tied her wrists. "get off!" She hissed, still trying to hit him.

Even as she managed to land a hit with her elbow, or fist or her knee, there was only a sounding 'thump' without any noticable reaction. The best she got out of him was a grunt. The alien could finally relax somewhat when she was tied up. well, as her hands where tied up at least. Finding a reading lamp on the wall above her bed, he got an idea. He grabbed her arms, lifted her form her bed, then heaved her down, making her bonds hang on the reading lamp. Now she was hanging awkwardly above her bed as the tall alien looked back, and much to her dismay, she saw him undress from his red suit. His eyes where on her all the time, never stopping to look at her body.

The lack of reaction wasn't good for her morale, or her energy. Soon, she was panting, chest heaving as she took breath in, trying desperately to not tire out and be forced to give in. But she had little say, now, especially as he essentially hung her from the bonds by her reading lamp. She refused to look at him, though it was apparent she was still pissed. "Go to hell." She growled, looking away still. She had no choice now but to accept what he would do to her. She then felt a dramatic shift of mood from rage to helplessness, and she let out a soft sob, only able to be restrained by her will alone. She didn't want him to know, but she'd given up.

The suit fell to the floor with a loud shuffle of rough fabric. He didn't wear much underneath his suit either. He wore a single pair of matt black shorts that reach halfway down to his knees. If she decided to raise ehr head and look at him, she would find out that he was quite formidable looking. His shoulders where broad, his legs where powerful, his chest was that of an athlete and his abdomen like a washing board. He lifted his bare feet from the leggings and moved forward to her. He slid his rough, but warm, hands under her thighs and ass. The alien lifted her up without ease, then placed her down on his lap. He was very close to her now, so close, that she could smell his breathe and sense how warm he was.

(Was she wearing any underwear under the suit?))

(Nope, nothing)

She couldn't bring herself to look at him, to see her fate, and worst of all, be forced to accept it. Silent sobs wracked her body, and there was barely any reaction to his touch or the movement of her body closer to his. Still, she refused to see him, her eyes closing. She was shaking a bit, and was almost limp. Even though she was getting cold, his warmth got no response from her. She fought her natural instinct to go to him for warmth. That would mean... he'd won. Not that she'd have much choice. He'd basically won already.

His thighs where warm, and surprisngly smooth for being covered in small scailes. Her own thighs where seated on his and where warmed up, and her legs moved around his waist, her feet dangled behind his back. His warm hands, equally rough and surprisingly smooth, stroked her smooth sides. This alien didn't seem to have the typical rough rapist touch. He was probably one of this kinky bastards that thought they would make the rape less 'bad' if they tried to get her off too.

In all honesty, he just liked to touch and be smooth. He was fascinated by the soft woman too, and felt like he should do everything he could while he had the chance. That included foreplay. It wasn't that much for her own enjoyment's sake.

Kisa could feel the warmth he gave off. It felt nice, but still she fought the temptation to get any closer to him. Her arms hung limp. Her skin was probably a bit cold to the touch, thanks to the chill of the air in the ship, and she was still shivering, both from cold and fear. In the back of her mind, she was a little surprised. He hadn't really done anything yet... but why? She was at his mercy...

Finally, her eyes opened, and she looked up at him. Even despite the fear, her eyes spoke her feelings for her, and they made her anger, her hatred, and her defiance all known. She glared at him, directly into his good eye, for a few moments before letting out a growl and looking away again.

She still had a fighting spirit. He grinned almost sbutedly at this, and forced himself to respect her a little more then before. She wasn't some defeatatist that gave up completedly, and had pride enough to snarl at him even when she gave up. He lowered his head, and then pressed his lips against her breast without a warning. His long, warm and slick tongue flickered against her pink nipple which had stiffened in the cold. Slowly, he trailed the tip of the tongue around the pink bud, as if to tease it into growing even more form.

His hands reached around ehr and staretd to stroke ehr sides at the same time. He looked odd, hunched over like that. Crouching on her bed, his knees apart, and she sat on his lap, and his head was perched down so she could bite his face. He never knew if she would get any ideas... And didn't feel comfortable taking chances. Not yet anyway.