Voyages of the Solar Wind 1: A Fire in Heaven by Michael Erickston Page B
Authors: Michael Erickston
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jolt of atropine, baby! Hold on!" She shouted over her shoulder.
There it was. She grabbed a vial and attached it to the hypogun. She ran back to him and pressed it against his jacketed arm. She pulled the trigger.
^V^V^V^V^
"Roshol Spores! Dex, It was spores that somehow got inside you!" Rilar shouted suddenly.
Atropine, sweetheart! Grab the atropine! It'll cause the spores to go inert and give me the adrenaline I need to snap out of this!
"Dex, I'm going to give you a jolt of atropine, baby! Hold on!" Rilar, Goddess of everything. I love you!
"OH FUCK!" I shouted as I sat bolt upright. I looked around. MedBay!
Then soft warm arms were holding me almost uncomfortably tight.
"Oof! Ri, you're... crushing... me... baby!" I managed to squeak out.
"Sorry, honey. Oh Gods, I thought I'd lost you!" She let go of me. I took her in my arms and held her more comfortably as I looked at the monitor that showed the spores spreading out from my hands to my brain and body. I reached over and hit the Analysis button.
"Analysis complete: Roshol spores detected. Atropine advised." The computer answered robotically.
"Am I good, or am I good!" She giggled and purred against my chest.
"You're better than good, sweetheart!" I answered with a relieved laugh of my own. "And judging by this readout, I know exactly where I contracted them, and when."
"The shipment." She said.
"Yeah. Seems that Race didn't bother to inform us WHY it was dangerous." I was pissed now. Roshol spores were illegal to ship anywhere. They were a very tightly controlled substance. What better way to smuggle them than in ancient artifacts!
"We need to disinfect that shipment, Dex!" She went to grab the cleaner spray, and I followed her. "And then the ship!"
"I agree, baby. Let's do this!" Hey, Race paid us to get the shipment of ARTIFACTS to Rigel VII. He didn't say anything about making sure the Roshol spores survived.
We grabbed the chlorinol nine from the cabinet in medbay and started spraying everywhere we'd been. The giant jug of it was full when we started, and the entire ship smelled like bleach when we were done, but we managed to get every place we'd been so far. Now it was time for the cargo hold, so we went and opened the crate. We sprayed down the artifacts and inside the crate itself.
The best thing about chlorinol nine is that it doesn't damage anything but spores and fungi, and evaporates quickly. The air scrubbers would soon have the strong bleach odor out of here, too.
As soon as I grabbed my portable scanner, I swept the ship for any place we might have missed. Nope, all good. Scanned the crate again and it was also clean. I took two chlortabs to make sure my system was clean by the time the atropine wore off. I didn't need another trip to La La Land. Once everything was cleaned and scanned, I resealed the cargo crate.
"Ok, we're good, sweetheart." I told Ri after I'd popped the chlortabs with a swig of beer. "Just one problem though."
"What's that, sek'natha?" She asked, throwing her arms around me and pressing her nubile body against me. She noticed my hard on and her eyes went wide. I smiled.
"Yep, that's the problem, baby. Think you might be able to help with that? It happens whenever I have to get injected with atropine." I shrugged and could feel my heart racing with the excess adrenaline caused when my adrenal gland had become unclogged.
She grabbed my hand and we ran to our bunk. She damn near ripped my clothes off me, and did extend a claw up to rip the tanker from my neck down to my belt. I was helping as well with my belt and pants. I kicked off my boots as she tore her own outfit off herself. Her eyes were dilated and her tongue was licking her lips.
The whole situation created in us a fuck frenzy. We both needed to come multiple times.
I grabbed her and threw her on the bed, and she growled low in her throat as she slinked across the bed on hands and knees. I got on the bed and shoved her face down as I slammed my cock into
There it was. She grabbed a vial and attached it to the hypogun. She ran back to him and pressed it against his jacketed arm. She pulled the trigger.
^V^V^V^V^
"Roshol Spores! Dex, It was spores that somehow got inside you!" Rilar shouted suddenly.
Atropine, sweetheart! Grab the atropine! It'll cause the spores to go inert and give me the adrenaline I need to snap out of this!
"Dex, I'm going to give you a jolt of atropine, baby! Hold on!" Rilar, Goddess of everything. I love you!
"OH FUCK!" I shouted as I sat bolt upright. I looked around. MedBay!
Then soft warm arms were holding me almost uncomfortably tight.
"Oof! Ri, you're... crushing... me... baby!" I managed to squeak out.
"Sorry, honey. Oh Gods, I thought I'd lost you!" She let go of me. I took her in my arms and held her more comfortably as I looked at the monitor that showed the spores spreading out from my hands to my brain and body. I reached over and hit the Analysis button.
"Analysis complete: Roshol spores detected. Atropine advised." The computer answered robotically.
"Am I good, or am I good!" She giggled and purred against my chest.
"You're better than good, sweetheart!" I answered with a relieved laugh of my own. "And judging by this readout, I know exactly where I contracted them, and when."
"The shipment." She said.
"Yeah. Seems that Race didn't bother to inform us WHY it was dangerous." I was pissed now. Roshol spores were illegal to ship anywhere. They were a very tightly controlled substance. What better way to smuggle them than in ancient artifacts!
"We need to disinfect that shipment, Dex!" She went to grab the cleaner spray, and I followed her. "And then the ship!"
"I agree, baby. Let's do this!" Hey, Race paid us to get the shipment of ARTIFACTS to Rigel VII. He didn't say anything about making sure the Roshol spores survived.
We grabbed the chlorinol nine from the cabinet in medbay and started spraying everywhere we'd been. The giant jug of it was full when we started, and the entire ship smelled like bleach when we were done, but we managed to get every place we'd been so far. Now it was time for the cargo hold, so we went and opened the crate. We sprayed down the artifacts and inside the crate itself.
The best thing about chlorinol nine is that it doesn't damage anything but spores and fungi, and evaporates quickly. The air scrubbers would soon have the strong bleach odor out of here, too.
As soon as I grabbed my portable scanner, I swept the ship for any place we might have missed. Nope, all good. Scanned the crate again and it was also clean. I took two chlortabs to make sure my system was clean by the time the atropine wore off. I didn't need another trip to La La Land. Once everything was cleaned and scanned, I resealed the cargo crate.
"Ok, we're good, sweetheart." I told Ri after I'd popped the chlortabs with a swig of beer. "Just one problem though."
"What's that, sek'natha?" She asked, throwing her arms around me and pressing her nubile body against me. She noticed my hard on and her eyes went wide. I smiled.
"Yep, that's the problem, baby. Think you might be able to help with that? It happens whenever I have to get injected with atropine." I shrugged and could feel my heart racing with the excess adrenaline caused when my adrenal gland had become unclogged.
She grabbed my hand and we ran to our bunk. She damn near ripped my clothes off me, and did extend a claw up to rip the tanker from my neck down to my belt. I was helping as well with my belt and pants. I kicked off my boots as she tore her own outfit off herself. Her eyes were dilated and her tongue was licking her lips.
The whole situation created in us a fuck frenzy. We both needed to come multiple times.
I grabbed her and threw her on the bed, and she growled low in her throat as she slinked across the bed on hands and knees. I got on the bed and shoved her face down as I slammed my cock into
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