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Monique had been bucking and screaming ever since she was taken from the Lounge. At first she screamed for Jaina. She saw that some insect looking alien hit her and she fell, hard. Was she okay? And was she going to be okay? Whatever that creature was it now carried her tightly on its back. And it couldn’t hear her because it had stuck some kind of tentacle in her mouth. It must know I’m in distress. She had started to cry. This was impossible. It was dark. She didn’t know this planet. And she couldn’t even see this alien. Why did it take me? She knew there was nothing she could do on its back so even though her arms hurt she kept struggling. She was sweating and that likely would make the natural scent and her wetness waft off her more strongly.

Monique moaned at the older woman’s skillful maneuvers of tongue. Entranced, she climbed in the woman’s lap, her skirt open on her thighs, her hands on her hips and groping lower. Making sure to keep their tongues locked in that heavy passion. Pressing flat, flicking, hugging. She moaned weakly. It had been over a year. The program having been too intense to try and flirt with anyone. But here they were, both accomplished women of their own programs. Shouldn’t they have fun? Her hands slowly traced up her sides, smoothing over her hardened nipples, she cupped her chest. Her hands going up to the pilot’s cheeks. Then she pulled away from the kiss. Panting, lips glistening. “My room or yours?”

Monique turned towards the kiss. Her heartbeat picking up. The nexus between her thighs becoming wet causing her panties to hold to her as she kissed the dashing pilot. Her hand moved to Jaina’s waist. Her supple chest pressed warm and soft to Jaina’s. She moaned weakly. The spark caught. Her hands rushing to touch her. One on her arm while the other was on her hip. Her tongue asking permission to land before sprawling over her tastebuds, coiling taut and relaxing, riding the heat between them.

"Yea for sure! I can have a particularly spicy piece translated tomorrow...Now let's see, I do know a short one," Monique said with a grin. She was so glad she decided to come to the lounge to study! Now she'd have someone to talk with about alien poetry!!! Erotica at that! Her smile was starting to hurt her cheeks. "Okay okay so I think it goes ahem-," she cleared her throat, and placed a hand on her chest. Then her voice took a swift departure as she began to speak in Scum or Xenti. The accent of it had her sounding gruff and the language seemed to mainly come from the throat. But unlike the footage and recordings from battle there was a velvety nature to it. It only took a few seconds. Monique turned to Jaina and curled her finger so Jaina would come closer. The wordsmith then whispered into her ear while leaning in on one hand, "that was about trust. Letting a lover deprive you of speech, air, or thought." Then she pulled away to look in her eyes, "..Oh I mean the writer... deprive the writer..,," as she spoke she searched Jaina's face. Okay, she was hoping for more than a friend.

Monique leaned back while she listened to Jaina. She nodded an affirmative, “Mm,” she made a good point. There’s a lot to learn from the things that scare you. She smiled, intrigued by the dreamy look Jaina got as she talked about those maneuvers. Laughing with her full belly when she so pointedly asked about alien erotic pretty poetry. Monique bit her lip. Then said, “well yea… I mean they get up to some kinky stuff. And they have words that fuse so much of that passion into a few syllables. Oh! Maybe I could give you a translation sometime?”

Monique’s brows raised when Jaina took her hands. She felt all warm inside. Then her face eased into a smile. “Alright Alright,” she said as she resumed her petting. “Oh well no actually which—nn,” she let out a little moan, her body tensing briefly when she felt her nail teasing her like that. “Oh I meant…Geez Jaina you’re really distracting, you know that?” she said with a playful smile. Her hand still petting, her lashes low. She laughed then shook her head. She looked around as she continued to talk. “But yea. It’s odd because it seems to shy away from what the Scum believed about war. There are a couple space battles in there though. They’re cool but scary once you realize they really wiped out planets for breakfast.” She pouted. Then looking at Jaina with a smile, “I bet you know about some cool battles, huh?”

Monique smiled with her lips slightly puckered and her eyes narrowed at the idea that this was “captain’s orders.” Then she smirked, leaning back and looking off to the side, “I bet I can thing of a few things,” she replied. Her eyes drifted back to see Jaina freeing her hair. She noticed how long it was. How warm. Her eyes lingered on Jaina’s, her hand finding itself caressing the top of her head. Then she furrowed her brow. What book? She remembered. She set it on the armrest. Out of the way. “Oh. It’s exciting…no interesting? But not really fun…I’ve been wondering how Tower got their hands on it. It’s supposed to be a Scum’s perspective on the war,” her brow furrowed. She sighed, her hand mid stroke when she realized she was stroking Jaina. She held her own hand. “Oh sorry,” she murmured. She was not at home, she needed to remember that too.

Well she meant to turn to Jaina. But now she was on her lap. Her brows raised as she realized how close they were and what a flirt the pilot was! She hadn’t been sure if Jaina would come her way. But now? She smiled, “Yea, I get what you mean.” She glanced over the pilot’s statuesque figure, the way her suit hugged her breasts, her hips. Her voice changed tone. “So you really gonna fall asleep on my lap, just like that?”

Monique stood near the couch listening to Jaina with a smile that she kept trying to hide. She ended up with a pout that she thought made her look older. She nodded in understanding of Jaina’s duty to the ship. Always ready. Even when she’s all reclined like a tall, sexy…and oh she sat up! Monique joined her on the couch. Her skirt rising and showing off her blessed thighs. Her heartbeat starting to pick up. She played with the edges of her book looking down at it, “…I was fairly ecstatic,” she laughed then sighed, “But the mission was as dangerous as Captain Ryan thought.” Her gaze drifted over to the pilot’s legs. Woah. Then the Captain walked in. She saluted along with Jaina, “Evening Captain,” she replied. Then her mouth dropped in a silent gasp. Was that, was there something on his wrists? Did he know? But before she could ask, he was headed to bed. Her eyes followed him stunned then she turned to Jaina, her hands on the couch between them as she leaned closer to whisper. “Did. you. seee that?!”

Oh wait woah you’re right

Oh since we’re talking openings, is there a third Security Officer position? If so maybe these plot lines could work together? Like once Captain Ryan discovers that there were 3 stowaways he request another officer? If not, that’s good too.

@LeonaFair hehe exactly! Great! I’m thinking this can go down after Monique interacts some with Jaina and Ryan. So she’s kinda established before she leaves ship.

Hmm, I’m still trying to figure out the room. Like I wanna keep the trend of fitting names. Maybe after the interaction in the lounge she could snatched up heading back to her room? Oh or maybe she could check on her laundry? Since the vent in their is already loose.

Meeeeee!!!!

Oh yea stowaway sounds fun! I was also wondering, do we need a cook or nutritionist?

At first, Monique had been disappointed that she wasn't joining the first crew. But she understood that given her zero level of combat skills it wasn't a good idea. Besides she needed to keep her mind lean and fresh with the languages of her fellow crew members. She walked in reading a book written in Scum that she'd gotten from the Intergalactic Language Intensive program. She paused wondering how this text came to be. It written in advanced Scum, so probably one of them wrote it themselves, but it contained sentiments that reminded her of something else. She was gonna spend the rest of the time dissecting the text. Really getting familiar. But she saw Jaina. She closed her book and walked right over, waving to the pilot, "Hello Jaina," she called, "What brings you down here?"

Oh for sure! I'll get canoodling~~

I've added my character to the crew lists!

Position: Interpreter and Language Specialist Name: Monique Stone Age: 19 Height: 5'2" Sex: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Chatty, Nosy, Loud Laugher Skill: polyglot, speaks and reads in the languages of aliens known thus far Bio: After their hometown and library was destroyed, Monique's parents became librarians at a Tower underground compound. Tower is an organization created from the shared efforts of several wealthy citizens of the globe to preserve the wisdom of the human race. Her parents also worked as teachers for other members' children as well as refugees who at times passed through seeking shelter from the war. At Compound 16, Monique picked up a knack for communicating across language barriers, quickly learning languages and journaling to preserve the stories of her fellow students. She became curious about the other kinds of people she could meet and their stories. (Dun Dun) She wanted to go out and do her own missions to recover text from fallen libraries or see how other compounds catalogued their information. But her parents never let her. She tried to sneak out but, that never worked. So when she was 18 she joined the Intergalactic Language Intensive Program, leaving the compound for one of Tower's aerial headquarters. She studied what was known thus far about the languages and dialects of the Scum and aliens they captured during their tyranny. She met people from outside the compound and began to question her parents about what Tower's other involvements were. Her parents stopped talking to her by the end of the program. She would have had nowhere to go if she hadn't been accepted as an interpreter for the BlackStar.

Hey @Busterbugs thanks for the welcome! So I was thinking of having my character to be the Interpreter and Language Specialist, would that be alright?

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This sounds like fun! I’d like to play a few or many of the monsterly gals cummissioned. And the humor sound particularly fun. I can already see it. Virginal Knight: ”Back ye harlot!!! I will not take of thine nipple!!” Slime girl: ”But their all jelly-like.” VK: “Back!! Back I say!!!” Also maybe their can be side some stuff with the Princess…not really needing saving

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Thanks butt bro