Hurry to the ship.

Trying to look nonchalant despite your rushing, you quickly move alongside Dr. Freling and Carl, and thankfully the ship isn't docked very far away. It seems that as much as it failed miserably in the end, that man had quite the plan in motion, having everything happen right nearby the ship so the captain would hear it. You can't help but wonder who the actual smuggler was that gave him such grief. But for now, you have a smuggler of your own to handle.

A loading ramp extends down from the belly of the ship as Carl grabs one of the legs holding the ship off the ground. "Here she is," he explains. "Soaring Starlight, my lovely ship. She'll take us off planet, and then... Well, the sky's not even the limit, darlings. I'll get you anywhere you need to be. For a price, of course. But we can talk more when we're off-planet, right? The rest of the crew is waiting for us, so let's hurry."

"Sounds good to me," the doctor replies. "Come on, Julie. I can't wait to be off the ground."

With you in the center, all three of you board the small vessel. There's a ladder to climb, and you can't help but feel self-conscious in a skirt, though at least it's the doctor beneath you and not this new gentleman. Finally, after traversing up through the ship, you enter the cockpit.

There's a seat up front, lined up in front of a series of screens to mimic glass windows. You can hardly tell the difference. He sits back on the squeaky, revolving chair, and leans back with a sigh. "Here we are," he says. "The main room. There's a kitchen, a couple bathrooms, and about half a dozen bedrooms. Yeah, none of them are big, but you know what they say, right?"

"Size is only half of it," comes a voice from behind--sultry, smooth. In the hallway to the kitchen stands a beautiful woman with green skin, much like the construction worker from before. Her hair is the same--such a dark shade of green that it's effectively black when not under light--and it flows down with a healthy sheen beyond her supple shoulders. Her lashes are bold and lead you straight to gaze into her beautiful, completely blue eyes. Extending up from her forehead are two antennae, also just like that man from back then.

He tilts his hat down over his eyes. "I was gonna say it doesn't matter at all."

The woman's hips subtly sashay as she approaches the group. She's wearing a plain yet captivating navy dress that tightly hugs the alluring curves of her physique. There's a tease of her cleavage down the collar of her garb, which appears quite large and firm behind the curtain. "Well..." she speaks softly and trails off as she looks to her black-painted nails. She doesn't need to say anything more.

Her dress is cut up the side, showing off a lot of her long, smooth leg. She's barefoot at the moment. When she approaches you in particular, you can see that she's actually a bit taller than you as well. "So who are these two, Captain?" she continues.

As Carl prepares the ship for lift-off, now facing away from the group, he responds. "Our stowaways."

"My name is Dr. Diana Freling." She extends her hand out to shake. "You look absolutely stunning. I had to say it."

The woman accepts her hand and shakes firmly. "That's quite a lot of praise from somebody also so beautiful."

"And this is Julie," she introduces you with a smile. "My best friend in the world."

"Mmm. I can see why," she whispers as she steps right up to you. You shiver as she places her fingers on the back of your neck, and gently strokes them down over a sensitive spot you didn't even know you had until now. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Julie. Call me Taiya. I'm always worried when we pick up human cargo like this, but I could spend forever with you in this ship."

Oh wow. She's so confident and gorgeous. I can't barely respond. "Th-Thanks," you say with a chuckle.

As she leans in even closer, she continues to gently stroke over the back of your neck. When she speaks, her whispered tone blows a tickling air over the lobe of your ear. With how quietly her words come out, nobody could possibly hear it but you. It's hardly more than the sound of her lips smacking together, and the movement of her tongue. "Captain isn't so fun. You see, there aren't many boys I'm interested in."

You don't know if it's her intimidating confidence, her good-looks, how close she is, the touch of her fingernails, or the tease of being able to see such an embarrassing meter always present in your HUD, but you start to blush, and feel as if you're becoming melted butter in her hands.

"We're taking off!" Carl announces. "Hold on tight. I'd recommend strapping in, but uh... there are only two other seats up in the cockpit. Anyway, let's get out of here!"

As the ship's engines flare to life, the legs withdraw, and the ground beneath you starts to sink, you look around to see Taiya already sitting on one of the seats with an X shaped belt about to be locked over her chest. She looks to you curiously. Meanwhile, the doctor is grabbing the other seat, but she looks to you as well, as if about to say something.

Uh... Well, honestly I'll probably be the most fine of anyone, but maybe I should find a way to lock myself down anyway.

Taiya gazes up towards you with a piercing gaze. "There's plenty of room on my lap, sweetie."

You gulp and look to Dr. Freling.

"That's pretty funny! I was going to ask to sit on your lap, Julie."

Carl lays his head back on the captain's seat. Under his breath he mumbles, "These new folk are not going to help how pent-up I already get in here."