Meet Reagan in The Captain's Lounge

Upon first entering The Captain’s Lounge through the officers & crewmen entrance, one would find themselves in what could easily be mistaken for an outdoor garden. The genuine grass, flowers, and trees flourished under holo emitters which simulated the look and feel of an open sky. Scattered about between the statues and fountains are assemblies of tables, chairs, loungers and couches which are decorated with numerous slaves which have the honor of serving as James Fujiwara’s personal concubines.

Relaxing on one such lounger, Reagan Cooper had been getting her daily massage when she heard the yellow alert. The xeno-sculptor was enjoying the sensation of eight well trained hands kneading her muscles when the soothing meditation music was cut off by the shrill alarm and the voice of BGT1T5 saying "All hands, condition two is set. All hands Condition two is set. Report to stations." The pair of Zee-Rai continued on working the oil into Reagan's thighs, shoulders, back, and glutes.

For Reagan, trying to relax now, with action going on, was out of the question. Even though she was technically a guest on board and had an official role on the crew of the Seed of Truth, that did not mean that she was going to ignore what could be a life threatening situation. The dangers of the unknown and the excitement of being one of the first humans to explore this region of space was a big part of why she had asked James to take her with him on this voyage.

Reagan sat up and commanded that she be handed her tablet. As their human mistress turned over, the pair of Zee-Rai adjusted the lounger to let Reagan sit up before the **** girls returned to massaging their owner’s girlfriend without inhibiting her ability to follow the action from her tablet.

Reagan looked at the image of what early scans thought was an alien battlestar. At first, image was just this massive pulsing blob of spacetime distortion, but as James’s crew worked their techno-sorcery, the scrydar resolved the image to reveal that it was just a small flotilla of damaged Knavar ships. Reagan felt herself get a little wet when the ship turned to chase down the xeno-dogs and felt a hint of disappointment when they surrendered. It was silly of course, you cannot enslave dead xenos and the number of battles you actually want on a voyage like this is zero, but a part of her wanted to see James shine. Reagan knew that he was a great commander and a hero of mankind, she just wished for everyone else to know it as well.

When the ship went to condition three, Reagan had realized that the intensity of the sunlight with the excitement of the moment had caused the gene-artist to work up a bit of a sweat. Reagan changed the sky from high noon to magic hour before standing up, the Zee-Rai masseurs backing away obsequiously as she did so. Reagan put on her bikini top and walked over to the main pool. Over a dozen Amarleans were swimming about naked.

While most of the xeno-piscines were of the humanized variety, a few of the fish-bitches swimming around were specialized gene-mods that Reagan had crafted herself to look like the mermaids from the ancient terran cartoons. Reagan stopped to appreciate her living artworks as they leapt out of the water before Reagan dived in.

As the human swam, the Amarleans would breathe oxygen into her lungs they had filtered from the water. Reagan did not have to surface to breathe, her boyfriend’s slaves being so attentive to her every need.

When Reagan did find her muscles exhausted, she swam over to the bar and ordered herself a drink as she commanded her tablet be brought to her. Reagan was sipping on a glass pineapple and glenberry working on a gene-module to facilitate the growth of a uterus in male Schar when she saw a trio of Dranza crawling through the new slut gate.

As one of the Vyraxis dominatrixes with her spurred heel went to wrangle the fresh meat that James had sent down for tonight’s festivities, Reagan knew that James would not be too far behind. “Summon Jangles for me.” Reagan said to no one in particular, yet every **** within earshot rushed to find the Ligreon girl and bring the teenager to the human as ordered.

A few moments later, the sound of bells began to approach the pool. A young Ligreon girl who looked almost human came flipping and spinning through the garden to land gracefully on the edge of the pool. “You summoned me, Mistress?” Jangles said.

“Go and fetch your father from the barracks and bring him to the Sanctum’s kitchen.” Reagan commanded.

“My father?” Jangles could not hide her nervousness as her owner’s girlfriend confirmed the order. “As you command. Mistress.” Jangles said. Her bracelets and anklets filled the garden with music as the **** girl displayed her gymnastic skills with her every movement.

Reagan walked to the pool’s edge where the smartcrete formed into steps for the human to ascend out of the water. A Ligreon and Shran ran up to towel the human off.

Taking the towel from the xenos. Reagan walked through the doorway from the garden to the inner lounge. Reagan walked passed the sauna, steamroom, bed alcoves, and locker room to the wardrobe. Reagan stepped up to a three sided mirror display and selected and customized the outfit that she wanted with a few simple gestures. Seeing how the clothes would look on her. Reagan confirmed the selection and felt the familiar tingling sensation of clothes and jewelry being replicated directly onto her body.

Dressed to impress, makeup perfect, and hair just so, Reagan Cooper walked past the entertainment and game rooms of the inner lounge to the sanctum door. The young woman always smiled to herself when she heard the security computer say “access granted, Welcome home Miss Cooper.” whenever she entered the private inner quarters that Reagan shared with the love of her life as the two of them made history together. Seeking out new life and new civilizations to dominate and enslave. To boldly go where no man has conquered.