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

The freighter's nav files proved bulkier than anticipated, so Beta elected to remain behind and sift through them to ensure they had an optimal route out of the system. While the sensually aloof Gamma and sporty Zeta set to work with the loading apparatus, detatching the racks of pods and manhandling or droidhandling them to the cargo bay hatch, the rest made their way to the crew airlock. Although in principal tough enough to endure the conditions of space, the gynoids nonetheless took goggles and masks from the equipment locker and fitted them to each other, in order to protect sensitive eyes and membranes from the hard vacuum and hard radiation of the void. The airlock chamber was definitely a tight squeeze with all four of them in there, and Lex surely wasn't imagining that the women nestled tightly against the rigid plates and fabric of his EVA suit as they stood around him. The atmosphere hissed slowly out of the room, and then the airlock opened like metal jaws with massive, blunt teeth, revealing a gently wheeling starscape flecked with debris and frozen gas, with the huge, gilded extravagance of the pirate ship sitting like a model in the distance. Silence enveloped them, with only the rasp of the strained filters hitting the redline ringing in Lex's ears. His bevy of assistants lacked com units, but Alana placed a hand on his chest to hold him up, and gestured to Delta and Epsilon. The voluptuous blonde, her curves even more extravagant than Alana's and nearly tumbling out of her tight little shipping outfit and the slim little imperial-haired Episilon nodded and turned their attention to the view of the pirate ship, scrutinising calculating. A minute later the ships came into the precise alignment that they seemed to be waiting for, and both gynoids bunched their legs and jumped out! Their bodies sped from the tumbling freighter towards the spinning pirate ship, but the two ships were moving away again, and only a wall of glistening hull and looping protuberances. Nothing to hang on to, nothing to catch them... they were about to bounce off or sail past the other ship and be lost in the void forever. There was no way to catch them, nothing to do but watch tensely as they shrunk towards the pirate ship... which, wait... was slowly... coming around again! The ship gradually rotated back to face them, just in time for Delta and Epsilon to make contact. Gamma caught the railings near the other ship's airlock and clung on, while Delta narrowly missed the railings on the other side. She caught herself on one of the decorative fins that jutted from the hull and pushed back to catch the railings. Opening the airlock manually proved to be a two-gynoid job, twisting handles on both sides at once to open the iris-style entrance. As it widened Alana gave Lex a tap on the shoulder, and he saw that she had tied a length of carbon emergency cable around her narrow waist. She smiled through her transparent mask, then touched two fingers to it and then pressed them to his helmet, transferring a proxy kiss. She then threw herself out into space, pink hair fanning out as she vaulted to the other airlock with Delta and Gamma acting as shortstops. Alana landed gracefully in the pirate ship's airlock, and affixed the cable to a link there. The ultra-strong fibre would keep the ships tethered despite their movements, and she looked back across the gap at Lex, giving him a thumb's up.