Estelle Martin

"80,000 dollars in exchange currency from part sales. Excellent work! We even managed to get ahead on shipments which means-." I cut Rhys off with a smile. "Which means I can focus on this "search and rescue" trip," I say sarcastically, idling the ship.

"Trota, run diagnostics," I say, leaning back in my chair.

“General fluid refill and T5RL Center Front Hull pipe needs to be replaced. These services need to be done before your journey to Amanda. This journey begins in 24 hours, Captain. Where would you like to go?” Trota asks.

"A nearby planet I guess. One that has my ship parts... which are getting harder and harder to find." I sink deeper in my chair. "I wish I could ask my dad why he made this ship the way he did," I say out loud.

"He did it all in your favor!" Rhys says obnoxiously above me.

"I'm sure he did," I say, slowly pausing. "Wait... what do you mean by in my favor?" I ask.

"Um...well-"

"It seems a military base has a mechanic shop with the parts we need," Trota says, cutting Rhys off.

"Why are you two acting so weird?" I ask, crossing my arms. Neither of them respond.

"Ugh, what information can you get on this planet, Trota," I say, getting aggravated.

"It is ran..." they both try saying at once.

"Rhys! Stop it! I don't know what has gotten into you both but knock it off," I say, looking up at the ceiling. "Trota... proceed."

"This planet was used by the G-Cell military forces of galaxy Tolith. It seems they were using this planet to create living weaponry," she says.

"What kind of living weaponry? Sounds interesting," I say, pulling my gun from its holster and taking it apart.

"There is limited Information-"

Rhys cuts Trota off. "There is limited information on this planet, Rison. Not to mention the mechanic shop is run by an AI. I don't trust any AI's. Especially if they were created by the military," Rhys says, nervously.

I ignore Rhys. "What information can you pull from the mechanic?" I say, inspecting the gun pieces I pulled apart.

"Her name is Estelle Martin. Created by G-Cell military 150 years ago. She was designed to repair military air craft until-"

"Until the living weaponry went rogue and drove military forces off the planet," Rhys interrupts.

I look up at the ceiling angrily. "Trota... please proceed and try and ignore Rhys," I say.

"The living weaponry was created with reptile DNA and human DNA. They were designed to attack and poison enemy guards until they, like Rhys has generously explained, went rogue," she says.

I smile. "So Estelle hangs there just repairing military and commercial ships?" I ask, putting my gun back together.

"Yes, Rison, and I say we go somewhere else," Rhys says.

"Trota. Start route to Estelle Martin's repair shop," I say, putting my gun back in it's holster and pulling my metal chest straps over my tits. The ship begins to pick up speed.

"I don't think this is safe, Rison," Rhys says.

"Trota, dim lights. I'm gonna nap," I say.

My ship hisses sharply in defiance of the sudden stop. I stretch "Let's get this party started," I say.

"Just so you know, I refuse to talk to you while you're around Estelle. I don't want her to know I’m present," Rhys says.

"Yeah yeah... you not trusting other AIs and what not," I say, undoing my chest straps.

I walk into the shop, cool air hitting my face. The shop is a bit cluttered but I can appreciate the decoration. I look out to my ship in the service bay. Various ports steam and blow as my ship finally begins to relax in its new resting place.

“Just a minute,” a voice says from a back room.

“No problem. I’m actually enjoying looking around,” I say, studying old ship parts hanging on the walls.

“Kinda like a museum, huh?” She says, her voice closer than it was before. “Had to check to make sure I had all the parts for your old lady out there,” she teases, leaning on the counter.

“I appreciate getting me in last minute.”

She stands, hooking her thumbs into her belt loops. “Do I look busy?” She says, laughing.

“This is a military base. I would think you’d be working on something,” I say

“Your AI tell you that?,” she asks, giving me a challenging look.

"Who says I have AI, Martin?”

“Who doesn’t, Clark?”

I assess her face before I scoff. “I need 300,000 Gs of RE3 fluid, 50,000 RAMs of ToLL, and a T5RL Center Front Hull pipe.”

“Oh? You know your stuff, do ya?” She looks me up and down.

I don’t say anything to her as she continues observing me before she looks out at my ship through the huge windows in her shop.

“Huh” She says out loud, looking confused. I follow her gaze to my ship then back to her puzzled face. “Where’s your ships power source?”

I look out at my ship again. I’m about to ask Rhys what she’s talking about before I catch myself, knowing he won't answer.

“The engines and sub engines are in the back of the-"

"No... the power source... like... ugh." She walks across the shop and points at a hanging anatomy diagram of a ship. I walk over to it, squinting my eyes.

"This," she says pointing to a white ball on the diagram.

"I just scanned your ship... it doesn't have one," she says, putting her hands on her hips.

I look at the diagram. Growing nervous she'd ask more questions I couldn't answer I change the subject. "Anyway... you work on anything else beside ships? I mean, this place is pretty vacant. I'm sure you do something in your spare time," I say. She turns to me, a grin stretching across her face.

"Actually, I'd love to show you," she says.

A sudden ping of "hey you might be in danger" surges through my body. Still I accept.

We walk past the front desk and down a dimly light hallway before she leads me into a room. The cluttered mess of her shop only magnified itself as we walk into what looks like a huge science experiment. The walls and ceiling were tangled in bright neon wires and glass classes, filled with vibrant blue fluid. The floor littered in papers, robotic looking hands, feet, and various metal tools. I stop following her through the room to look around when something catches my eye. In a case toward the back of the room contained one of the most realistic dicks I've ever seen.

"Ew... this is insane," I say, putting my hands on my knees, studying the contents of the case closer.

"Wanna try it?" she says, opening the case before I had time to give an answer. "Just put it over your vagina and it’ll mesh to your body. It’ll begin to secrete a hormone into your bloodstream that makes you hornier and hornier the longer you wear it,” she says, placing the flaccid cock in my hands.

I shrug. The thought of having my own dick was intriguing but also made me confused at the same time. “I actually don’t-“ Suddenly the cock jerks violently in my hands before aggressively worming its way under my sleeve and quickly slithering down my arm and the length of my body. I attempt to stop it in my suit with panicked grabbing motions. The strength of the thing was terrifying as it greedily latched onto my pussy, sending a warm throbbing pain into my lower stomach.

“What in the actual fuck, Estelle!” I scream, ripping open my suit. My new cock swinging free.

“Wow,” She smiles, leaning against the open door frame of the room. “You look really good with a cock.”

“Estelle, this isn’t funny… get it off,” I say, trying to back away from it.

“Sorry, Clark, you’re stuck with that thing until you fuck someone… and I’ve gotta work on your ship,” she says with a malicious wink before leaving the office.

I waddle awkwardly after her, trying to stuff my painful erection into my suit. Just as I get my new cock tucked away she approaches me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, taking me by surprise.

“You know what…I think you’d have a fun time with the locals,” she says, practically pushing me toward the door.

“Woah woah woah… hold on… I just need to chill in here for a minute,” I say, digging my heels into floor trying to reach my gun.

“I have a lot of work to do, Clark,” she opens the front door of her shop and shoves me onto the street. I fall to my knees. “The doors will unlock when your ship is done,” she says, slamming the door behind me.

Stunned, I stand slowly. Human-like faces pass me in blurs, their faces distorted by anger.

“Rison… you aren't safe out here. I have marked Estelle’s location so we can find our way back but you need to find somewhere to hide,” Rhys says.

Fear takes hold of my throat like a hungry bear, driving my feet forward.

The people around me looked almost human, despite the scales on their backs and red eyes. I could feel them closing in on me and shouting things in a different language.

“Quickly, Rison, run toward that large structure.”

I break into a sprint as the people begin to chase me. I gain some distance between me and the growing crowd. I skid to a stop at the door.

“It’s a stone door. Push it hard,” Rhys says quickly.

I push the door open and struggle to shut it behind me as I hear the crowd yell in frustration. Looking at the door, I begin to walk backward when the floor underneath me gives away. I tumble clumsily down several steps before landing on my back. The impact of the fall knocked the breath out of my lungs.

Before I have time to catch my breath, a woman is standing over me with a spear to my chest.