"Captain, I see no reason to stand here and be insulted."
I chuckled aloud as I watched the ancient earthen broadcast. My interest in such delicates boardered upon both how close and far these terrans from earth had been with their future, even as far back as the nineteenth century.
"Hehehahahaha!"
I laid back in my pilot seat, slowly removing my pants and tossing them aside. Sweat continued to drip from my face, down to my neck and bare shoulders. Drenching my short and tight cloth shirt, which barely covered the bottoms of my breasts. Frustrated over the thought of how space is far colder FFXIV Gil then the artic wastelands of earth, yet my heating systems within this small vessel is as hot as a beating sun. Laying back again, I stretched in my two person ship, slightly looking towards my instruments, remaining as quiet as before.
Brushing my short dark red hair aside from my face, I looked down to my pale skin and sighed again. Leaning my left hand down, I grasped my communicator and opened coms with the Killjoy, my docking ship.
"Gat, you their? did you fall asleep again?"
"Uuuuugg, what is now Red?"
"After this we should head to the Orion system. I need a tan."
His loud sigh was heard in the sound systems as he answered back.
"You know, you may not be human but you could have tanned on Earth, or its moon, or even Mars. Space will easily make you pale, the enforced glass is designed with an incredible shade to stop a sun from damaging the ship and its persons inside."
I glanced down to my bare legs and grinned a bit.
"Wanna know what I'm wearing?"
"Considering you're an elf, I suspect a leaf or next to nothing as usual with your people."
"We are NOT elves damn it! You terrans and your dungeons and dragons."
Another loud sigh as I felt the intentional eye roll behind his words.
"Your planet HAS Dragons. Your people use magic. You're practically living proof of something out of a nineteenth century fantasy!"
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. Moving my hair behind my pointed ears as I began to fuss around in the cockpit.
"Gat, I thought you said you were going to fix the heating in this junk pile!"
"It works just fine. Don't call her a junk pile, she has feelings you know."
"It's Extremely hot in here!!!!"
"Your ship is registering at seventy degrees."
"That's Way to hot! Grrrrummmble!"
I pouted as I grasped the steering levers and re-positioned the vessel, placing my ships bottom towards the sun. Glancing over head, I looked upon the planet known as Jeriko. From here it looks beautiful as many planets do. Unfortunate, like most terran infested planets, much of its natural life has been eliminated and replaced with synthetic structures, foods and even living specifications.
"Why do terrans destroy the planets they live upon rather then work with its natural surroundings?"
Gat seemed to be trying to ignore me Final Fantasy XIV Gil at this point.
"Senna, I realize you're bored on your stakeout, but do you really have to chat with me the entire time? Why don't you get back to watching your old shows and playing your ancient technology video games?"
"Sighhhh, you know, all business with you and no pleasure is getting quite dull."
"Not my fault your race is one for affection."
"No more then the Katans...."
Grasping a digital pad, I began to look up dirty pictures of the Katans. The cat like humanoids which come from my own solar system have often been known for their tremendous admiration for lust and affection. Now the intergalactic web was filled with billions of Katan videos, pictures and even holographics. Not surprising they have become one of the galaxies most wanted servants. Often illegally obtained and traded into slavery for credits and resources.
"Oh look, this one found out how to use her bells.... Ugggg I feel dirty just watching-"
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