[M4F] Distress Call

It was day 35 of the IGSN Queen Bee going through yet another cargo haul. The giant rusted spaceship, holding together on duct tape and cosmic miracles, spent the last month just going in a straight line towards its destination, with the twenty three tons of hallucinogenic slugs only staying alive in the cargo bay thanks to the advanced technology that went into creating their autonomous terrarium crates. The nuclear engine, located on the lower deck, sent constant low rumbles throughout the loosened frame and external panels, the noise almost hypnotic considering how long it has been going on. It was a smuggler ship, after all; anything faster than sub-lightspeed would be not only highly detectable, but also too expensive to install, maintain and refuel, so the slow pace was a necessity. Still, that was snail's pace even for this line of work.

On the navigation bridge, stacked over in the Captain's chair and yawning, was the owner of the vessel. Levy Shoemaker - a descendant from Earth, renowned smuggler, galactic-scale cheapskate and an overall scoundrel. He was the one who found the Queen Bee totaled at a junkyard, repurposed it from a mining drone carrier into a cargo ship, did the absolute minimal amount of repairs and haven't taken it in for service even once after that. Clients often chose other smugglers because of their highly advanced ships, but Levy was the rare exception: his selling point was the fact that he somehow never failed a delivery, dealing with any hurdle coming his way - pirate stick-ups, meteor storms, the ancient autopilot sending him directly on route into a sun - and doing so while piloting that absolute piece of junk ship.

The navigation bridge looked messy and disheveled, having been flipped and basically rebuilt into Levy's living quarters. That wasn't by choice either, the 130-year-old "autopilot" on the ship was basically just a glorified GPS with an additional function of keeping the forward thrusters always on. That meant that any obstacles had to be navigated manually, so leaving the bridge for long could turn into a death sentence for both him and his mighty vessel. And just like that, the wall opposite the front glass pane of the bridge was sporting a bunch of lockers and a bed, all of them bolted tightly to the interior. Furthermore, the side walls flourished with an array of posters for ancient earthern musicians. Next to them, the crown jewel of the arrangement - giant speakers, part of a retro stereosystem he fitted inside even before rebuilding the engine.

Levy tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the center console. The situation he had found himself in was the worst case scenario - he had absolutely nothing to do. There wasn't any trouble inside or outside the vessel for him to take care of, so the only thing he could do is rest, while being stuck in deep space meant that no entertainment was available for him to indulge in; only low-com Galanet reached that far, and it provided nothing other than text-only communication - forums, chatrooms and a distress call channel. Having no alternative, he began scrolling through the forums, getting more and more bored by the minute. Someone looking for replacement parts for their passenger shuttle, shortage of rice on a planet he just passed a week ago, a bunch of obviously paid marketers trying to pass as "just interested in the product". Levy sighed and looked at the autopilot screen.

— — ESTIMATED TIME UNTIL DESTINATION: 20 DAYS — —

Sometimes this job was driving him insane, and today wasn't an exception. The total isolation from the rest of the world led to a bunch of talking to himself, and the lack of stars behind the windshield meant he didn't even have anything to gaze upon until he got out of deep space. He needed to do something about it as soon as possible.

Suddenly, an idea. His eyes sparked with realization as he picked the communicator back up and entered the bulletin board channel. The ship was giant, and the workers' quarters left from its drone carrying days were mostly intact. He would just have to reconnect the heating and ventilation - and, all of a sudden, he would have about two dozen living spaces on board the ship! And the company would make his life aboard way easier, regardless if they are just taking a ride or staying around! He nodded to himself, and sent out the request, millions of communicators echoing the notification across the galaxy:

— — INCOMING TRANSMISSION — —
— — CARGO SHIP QUARTERS AVAILABLE, NO FEE, HITCHHIKERS/TRAVELLERS/COMPANIONS WELCOME! — —

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hey everyone! a bit of a lengthy post here, trying to centralize the idea I've had for a while! in short, a story about a "space trucker" opening the doors of his ship to strangers in order to stay sane during long commutes! planning for it to be more of a slice of life, except in an unfamiliar environment (a barely functional spaceship in the depths of space), but would be totally happy to introduce some action into this! can be played one on one or in a group - might even turn this into a club at some point if enough people jive with the idea? who knows? however, before that happens and while this is still a private prompt, I am looking for female characters specifically (still, if you're a guy and interested - leave a comment! again, I might make this public if there's enough interest!)

as for what your character needs to be - go wild! the only thing id ask of you is that if you're making an alien I would still like them to be at least 40% humanoid (and, once again, female for now). and for kinks/limits please refer to my preference sheet!

I write exclusively in third person, mostly in past tense though present does slip through occasionally. I really enjoy playing around with the characters and exploring their chemistry in sfw scenes, so don't expect them to jump straight to banging! my usual post is definitely less than what I've provided, I prefer them 1-4 paragraphs long, depending on what's comfortable for you. character references aren't a must; I usually play with just text descriptions and let the imagination fill in the rest, but would be more than happy to play with actual image references - that said, I don't do irl faceclaims, so the ref needs to be drawn.

if you've made it this far, thank you for your time! hoping to hear back from y'all!