Thread: Voyage of the Space Vagabond [Blueflame & Sensualist]

When the gynoids piled into the airlock with Lex he first, on impulse, leaned back toward the wall trying to share the space generously but as they pressed in closer he reciprocated in kind, leaning forward slightly welcoming them into his personal space. He turned his right hand and subtly dragged the gloved pad of his index finger across Alana's mons, only her outfit prevented the digit from drifting further downward. Reveling in the closeness his left hand circled Delta's waist to her back before sneaky dropped down to cup her bottom. If he had a third arm he would of greedily drawn Epsilon closer too. The space seemed charged with sex and possibility and Lex flashed a smile to the trio through his suit's faceplate, he even favored Alana with a sly wink. For the instant his focus was lost and he was adrift in in a daydream of having his own batch of six adorable sexbots. The atmo silently hissing and spilling away through the yawning airlock door brought Lex back to the moment, back to the task at hand, but his mind was sluggish and slow as arousal clung to him. He was still recovering when the Delta and Epsilon leaped off into the spinning void. Holy shit they didn't tether he thought his stomach lurching as the sped away utterly at their mercy of whatever calculations their advanced computer brains had made. Bile rose in his throat as Epsilon missed her first grasp. His EVA suit had thrusters but it didn't have the speed needed to rescue her if she skittered off the ship and away. His breathy sigh of relief as she recovered fogged his faceplate for an instant before internal systems corrected, diffusing the moisture. He would not have let Alana make the jump herself if she hadn't tethered herself to the ship first. After she had affixed the cable and gave him the thumbs up Lex set to work. One by one he hooked the bundles of gear and salvage to the cable and gave them a shove sending them spiraling through space on their way over to the other ship. When that was done he started a hand over hand climb along the line propelling himself toward the ship that was their lifeline. After a bit he let momentum carry him the rest of the distance his hand gripping the line loosely as a guide only. He set foot in the airlock the clang of mag-boots to ship hull reverberated in his ankles, knees and hips but was silent in the vacuum. The gynoids could only cling to the airlock's exterior and interior handholds but the EVA's mag-boots allowed Lex more stability and he thudded about the chamber helped the trio into the airlock before they set to the job of manually cycling the outer-airlock iris door. When it was shut then they could open the inner door. Lex had already boarded the vessel and he had not only confirmed that the pirates were dead but that a cascading failure had taken out at least environmental and main-power. A well placed kick with his metal boot popped open the manual release hatch and after Lex pulled the lever he moved to the inner doors and started to push them open. The mag-boots gave him an edge but it was still a struggle and he realized the gynoids were probably better suited to this sort of task, being not only stronger, but unaffected by fatigue and with no worry for a suit rupture. Male pride and stubbornness however kept Lex on the door until it moved, he felt vindicated as it gave way and he used his back to push against one door as his joined hands pressed the on the other side spreading a wide opening. With tiny shoves the gear floated into the ship, then Lex stepped inside and flicked a finger across his suit's wrist interface and the built-in scanner reported no radiation alarms and a thin, unbreathable atmosphere. He knew some sections had leaked atmo and those leaks would have to be located and patched but at least the entire ship had not been exposed to vacuum. The atmo was dense enough to allow communication through vocalizers in the EVA suit and the gynoids' breather masks which Lex wasn't certain they even needed. An electric snap proceeded his voice as his vocalizer popped to life. We've trace atmo, not breathable, but at least we're not dealing with hard vacuum here. We've got to repair the environmental systems to restore power to the life support section. He looked pointed at the gynoids, Oh and ladies, do me a favor No more untethered spacewalks. His hand brushed Epsilon's narrow shoulder, hoping his concern soften the admonishment. Turning from the trio he flicked on his helmet torch and glanced up and down the gracefully sculpted hallways of the damaged and dormant privateer, picking his approach. What we want is this way. Keep in mind the pirate corpses are still in here, seeing a floater can be a surprise so be warned. It was a grim topic though Lex really didn't know if the sexbots were capable of being started or even if they could feel empathy for someone dead. As Lex floated down the hallway trailing a quarter of the bundled gear behind him and he flicked on his coms, transmitting back to the cargo team on the freighter, Come in Zeta, do you copy? Waiting for the connection he continued, We're on board the vessel and repairs are underway, when Beta is finished with the nav-computer notify me and send her over, we're going to need all the help we can get. We have a tether fastened between airlocks to make the spacewalk easier. Stay in contact and let me know if there is any trouble.