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A soft chiming tune broke the silence of the hour, a set of lights flickering promptly to life in the cabin to illuminate the clean metal walls and smooth, grooved flooring. Stirring beneath a set of crisp sheets, the cabin's lone occupant roused, and with a yawn and stretch, eased onto his back. The roof of his bedding area hung low, illuminated on either side by a strip of soft light that brightened with the red panda's growing level of consciousness. Lifting a hand towards the hologram floating between those lights, he dismissed the alarm, and groaned gently, running a hand through his hair as he regarded the ship's status being displayed. The time, and his relative position to his destination. It had so far been a very smooth trip.

Swiping along the bottom of the hologram, it flickered and shut down, the bed roof smoothly folding back up into the wall until it was flush with the metal. He sat up, turning to rest his feet on the cool flooring, curling his toes with a little shiver. For the comfortable ride, it was still very clinical. Snagging his boots, the wah slid them on, a leather-like construction, with angled lines in soft teal. They well matched his pants, which were a little segmented, but hugged close to his form. His torso was bare, save a muscle shirt, though he wasn't quite so muscular as to match the description. Each wrist was snug with a band, each with a couple of buttons, and a small screen for readouts. Though there was no reason to make use of them, inside the safety of his ship.

How many times had he been on this run now? He tried to think as he walked his way through the open quarters of the ship. Stepping into the bridge and sitting himself down in the oversized and rather plush captain's chair. A button press had a small satchel of freeze-dried food prepared, and soon the red panda reclined, munching away on a modest replica of a breakfast cereal, watching the wide front screen, with spots of light smoothly gliding passed, a curious bluey-purple planet slowly drifting with them far, far in the distance. It was a peaceful feeling. Not so much lonely, as he wasn't normally much of a people person. Half the reason he opted for the shipping duties. Not to mention they paid rather well.

Tapping at a button with the heel of his boot, the redpanda looked over another hologram illuminating over the ship's front screen. 'Shipping log, Entry 12-C Delta, Captain of the Tirrin-haas, Iskim Bentom reporting. All systems running nominally, ETA till destination, two weeks, 7 hours, one day ahead of schedule. Anticipated Solar storm from previous leg of run weaker than expected, permitting closer travel. Nothing to report.' Iskim, Isk, or Isky as he preferred to be called lightly pursed his lips for a moment. 'Crew moral has been consistantly high. Nightly parties have been cracked down on.' He joked. Aside from a couple of helper bots currently in stasis in the hold, he was the only crew member on board.

Waving a hand, he ended the recording, smiling as he finished his bowl, he slid it back into the repository, where his fuzzy ears heard the soft whirrings and machinations of the ship sterilizing it. The wah flicked his tail as he rose form his chair, padding on through the ship to make his rounds. Double checking the interior, and overlooking the cargobay. Pressing at the buttons on his wrists and waistband, the wristbands and pants rapidly traced his form with a slick seeming mix that promptly sealed over, firming into the same sort of leather like mix that his pants and boots were made of. Seam-less, but perfectly easy to move in. A tap to the plate-like earings he wore saw a helmet forming with a slight glimmer about his features, and a screen of soft blue light sealing over his face, making a mask for him. The cargo hold, owing to not holding life, wasn't kept at the same status as the rest of the ship to keep power usage down. Stepping through the airlock and hearing the soft hiss as the atmosphere adjusted, he stepped into the cargohold, aware of the cooler temperature, though it was promptly adjusted for by his suit. The gravity was rather lower too. The edge around his bootsoles glowed, some metalic strips magnetizing to let him keep steady in the low gravity. Normally perfect for hull-walking.

It didn't take long, checking over the boxes, and the exit hatch. Everything still pristine as it had been. The pair of robots that made for his shipping team folded in against the wall, motionless.. Though they were a scarce mockery of human shape, they still gave Isk the creeps. Shaking his head, he smiled, before helmet's screen flashed a warning before his eyes. 'Warning. Return to bridge.' The red panda's pulse quickened. He swallowed as he took a firm hop, leaping up to the airlock in one smooth motion. He hurried promptly to the bridge, tapping at his helmet, and regressing it back to his earrings as he reached the front screen. Looking about for the flashing warning lights, and swallowing a little as nothing seemed out of place. The alert that should have been on screen was no where to be found. His fingers shook a little as he reached for the screen, spreading them to bring up a menu.

'System, replay warning alert.' Iskim said, swallowing. The screen flickered a moment. Showing the warning symbol, the code for what it was in relation to, flashing along the bottom: '0000-0000-0000' Unknown. The red panda blinked at that, his shoulders sagging as he exhaled. The system was up-to-date, it had to be, for regulations.. His ship was a little older, though.. Maybe it had just been a glitch. He'd have to report it when he got back. Pressing on his wrist-bands, the suit unwravelled, sectioning away from his body, and slithering back, making his fur stand on end to the slight slimey sensation, until he was in just his pants and muscle shirt again. Sinking into his chair, Iskim kneaded over his chest, taking several slow breaths. He waved at the screen, and closed his eyes.

At least until the faint hum through the bridge, the most soothing of background noises, promptly wound down and stopped. His eyes shot open again as the lights, the hologram, everything shut off, leaving him in the soft glow of the passing starlight. His head turned this way and that, listening anxiously.. The main engine was still running.. But there was something else.. an odd tone through the hull.. And then a shadow overtook the top of his front visor. A ship, considerably larger than his own loomed up from behind him. Bearing no markings he recognised. There was a firm vibration and a heavy thud. he recognised the feeling of magnetic locks having just grasped his ship. 'Pirates..!' He whispered in a choked voice, sealing his suit on, and tugging at a laser pistol from the side of his chair.

Rising swiftly and creeping to the door, he frowned. There were other warnings that his ship's systems would alert him to if they were inclined to cutting their way through his hull.. But there was no red warning glow. They were going to try and make this clean. Which meant the only way in, and out was.. 'The cargo bay..' Iskim looked at the screen on his wrist.. With the bridge shut down, his communications out were gutted.. And by the time his distress beacon went out and was responded to, it would probably already be too late.

Manually releasing the doorway, Iskim slid it open slowly, peering out.. The hallway beyond seemed illuminated still.. Whoever they were apparently knew his ship's model well, having cut off just the bridge. Taking a stepinto the hall, ears listening anxiously and pistol lifted to shoulder height, he felt himself ready. Hoped himself ready. Before the sound of another pistol discharging, and a blue shot streaked out, hitting his shoulder and wracking his body with a stunning current as he crashed on his back. His body convulsed, muscles seized up with his gun having clattered from his grasp.

Footsteps made their way quite casually into the hallway, the sound of magnetized boots similar to his own, tapping towards him, until a figure stood over him. The tall ears of a rabbit revealing his attacker. The smokey coloured fur mixed with white along his muzzle. The tip of one ear, shorter than the other, appeared to have been shot off at some point in the past. His outfit was thicker, sturdier than Iskim's, a proper combat ready outfit, though it still had the same leather qualities that the panda's did, it was armored in certain places, making the rabbit look larger than he was.

'So, you're the captain of our modest target?' the bunny mused, smiling as he nudged the prone figure's cheeks with a boot-toe. 'Most unfortunate, and I'm quite inclined to appologize for the interuption. We won't be too long, we're just here to restock a few things.' The rabbit moved, stepping over the wah and stooping, sitting back. Iskim squeaked, face burning in confusion, and offence as the buck's backside mooshed against his features. The straddling rabbit's legs adjusted, framing his head with his boots, to trap the panda in place, as the leather-clad backside wedged firmly down, smothering the lone transporter.

Feeling slowly returned to Iskim's frame. His shoulder hurt, aching considerably for where the shot had hit him. His muscles felt tingly for the latent shock.. His legs slowly dragged, stirring about, his thick tail snaking weakly. The press of the warm barrel of the rabbit's gun pressed against his abdomen.

'Now now, calm down, wah. We'll be out of your hair soon enough. You just stay nice and still, and maybe you'll get out of this with your pretty hide intact. That first shot was only to stun.. The next one won't be so restrained.' Iskim's ears heard the soft switch of modes on the rabbit's gun, felt the way it hummed against his abdomen. He willed himself to lay still, eyes clenched shut. 'That's better..' coo'd the rabbit, using his free hand to adjust something at his belt. Iskim blinked as the leather over his face softened, and parted. The rabbit's softer hips sank further, cheeks spreading some about his face, and wedging his nose against the buck's snug entrance. The wah's form tensed again.

The rabbit's hips languidly stirred. His hips idly mooshed and rocked, pressing back toyingly over his captive's features. teasingly squishing the panda's nose deeper, before freeing him. Iskim's heart pounded, his face burning as he wondered nervously what was to happen.. There were countless stories out there from more grizzled shippers, former veterans, former galactic-knights who spoke of other life forms.. of pirates, of rogue AI's.. their purposes and methods from plain, basic to deal with, to feral, to quite inhumane. The story of one grizzly badger's recollections of a band of cannibals stuck out in his mind..

Bootsteps echoed through the ship, Iskim aware of them, hearing voices chuckling as whoever they were lorded over their finds. Occasionally feet brushed passed him, stepping into the bridge. The sound of panels being unsealed, and pieces being disconnected made his blood run cold.. They were going to leave him adrift in a dead ship..!

'Those robots have been dealt with, sir.' announced one figure, buzzing slightly when he spoke. From the way the bunny's hips angled, Iskim could see the face of the almost bat-like creature, though their teeth, fine and sharp said they were not quite.. Particularly the way they seemed to have a stinger protuding from the seat of their suit. 'We're done with the cargo, and have most things of value stripped.'

'Good job. I guess we'll soon be on our way then. Get everyone back on board, I'll be along shortly.' the rabbit crooned. The curious bat-bug thing grinned slowly, lowering his reddish eyes to the trapped red panda, giving Iskim the most curious, if ominous of gazes. Mocking, teasing, derisive.. His bootsteps soon saw him vanish once again.

At long last, the rabbit shifted, and got to his feet. Sighing in a wistful tone, he turned, looking down to the red panda and lifted a foot, stepping on his captive's flushed face, pinning it again. 'You've been such a magnanimous host. And such a good captive, too. it almost seems a shame to leave you drifting.' the rabbit mused in an idle, airy tone. 'Still, a job is a job. So.. How about this; We can cast you out the airlock, or.. you can come with me.' The wah could see the rabbit's face from the side of the foot on his features. The look was almost as eerie as the Bat-bug's. There was something not quite right about it. And neither of the options seemed particularly inviting.

His hand lunged blindly for his pistol, only for the rabbit's to follow, and with a loud 'ZANG!' he felt a searing heat just passed his fingers, and smoking flecks of his gun clattering along the floor. 'Tsk tsk, now, didn't I tell you to stay calm..? I suppose if my initial options aren't any good, we'll go with something more.. palatable. ..At least for me..' He grinned in an almost distorted fashion. One of his boots stepped firm atop the red panda's abdomen, making Iskim wheeze, and claw, scrambling at it, as the rabbit grinned, adjusting himself and hefting his captive's legs. Facing the panda and licking his lips, the rabbit guided the smaller form's boots back, sinking them where Iskim's face had been not a minute before.. And in considerably deeper after a few moments adjustment.

The wah's eyes widened, feeling the taut heat squeezing his feet together, before his suit attempted to acclimitize, cooling him off slightly.. The rabbit groaned softly, and smirked as he stooped slowly. His muscles clenching, dragging inwards slowly as he inched his way down those smooth, suited legs. The wheezing, clambering and gasping red panda writhed, trying to bat at the rabbit with his tail, swipe at him by hand.. His tail was snatched by the lapine, and yanked, wrapped about his legs crudely, before the rabbit's broader hips squeezed down over them. His knees claimed, and hips being lifted off the floor.

'Mmnhh.. This option.. isn't normally on the cards.. but goodness.. you had that much fight in you, I just couldn't turn it down.' grinned the rabbit as he holstered his weapon, and after a small squabble, grabbed his captive's hands. Iskim cried out as his leverage and his best means and hope for defense were suddenly anchored to his sides.. before the rabbit's hips, like an indulgent serpent, crawled over them, and his own hips in kind.

'Of course..' The rabbit murmured, his thumbs toying with Iskim's wrists.. A couple of button presses, and the red panda whimpered, feeling the suit slithering up along his body, sealing him in the taut, flexible leather again. 'I hear tell it's a dangerous environment in there..' The rabbit's teeth flashed, grin wide as he reached slowly, grasping the panda's face as he kept rhythmically clenching, dragging his catch deeper. The sleek abdomen, the snug torso, rising and falling rapidly with the poor shipper's frantic nerves stretching the rabbit wide.. His belly rose out, though somehow, no where near the size it should have been.. 'You'll probably be needing this.' Groaned the rabbit, clicking at Iskim's earrings. The red panda whimpered, shaking his head as his helmet formed over his features. His body struggling anxiously as the hot undulating ocean of flesh roiled along his body, claiming and gripping, dragging him inexorably deeper.

The pirate rose slowly, panting and grinning. leaning forward slightly, to savor the smooth stretch of the red panda's head being dragged down between his cheeks, his tailstar slowly sealing closed over the poor doomed wah's frantic muzzle. Depending on how well the suit was powered, the rabbit had a good long while of struggles to savour.

Another tap to his belt, and his suit's backside sealed over once more. Looking back to the bridge, he smiled, and sliding a small disc from his belt, tossed it callously over his shoulder. Walking easily through the ship and up into the airlock back to his own.. 'Disengage the vessel, and bring us around on course for our fencer.' The rabbit grinned, sinking into his new plush captain's chair, kneading a hand over his stomach.

As the pirate vessel drew free from the drifting shipping vessel, the empty vessel's bridge flashed bright with a small contained explosion, leaving the scuttled ship drifting silently in the merciless depths of deep space, its lights slowly fading.