Flames of Lazarus

(Genericc616 and I worked on this chapter together. Amelia, Camella, and Amanda are all his characters and were used in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it ;)

After leaving the clinic, I make my way through the concourse, trying to find a high end bar. High end bars meant important people. Important people who might know of other important people. Finally, a bar catches my eye. “Flame of Lazarus” the bright red neon sign reads above the glass building. “Rhys, scan building,” I ask, watching a man in a slick suit laugh with a few more humanoids across from him through the glass walls of the bar.

“Scan for what, Rison? I am a very busy man.”

I roll my eyes. “Is this an expensive bar?” I say, smiling.

“Very,” Rhys says.

I enter the bar, feeling eyes burning holes in my cheap uniform. I swallow hard as I head toward an empty seat at the bar. Before sitting I scan the bar, nonchalantly. “Several rich looking captains… probably transport captains or Captain managers… And a woman… older? Maybe she’s a pilot,” I say to myself.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks in a cool tone, snapping me out of my observations. I turn, placing my elbows on the sleek surface of the bar top.

“Just a water.”

She gives me an odd look and quickly makes me a water in a tall glass. I smile weakly, “thanks,” I say, looking at the drink with disappointment.

"You know a captain has fallen on hard times when they stroll into a bar and order a water,” a female voice says from behind me, catching me off guard.

I turn around. Her soft breast strain against her blouse, making my heart rate increase. “You have no idea,” I say, smiling. I stand and walk to her table, extending my hand. “Captain Rison Clark,” I say.

"Amelia Taffers*, Station Executive here on Camella," Amelia* replies with a smile. "Please join me, Captain Clark, I do so love the company of a captain," She says, taking a long slow sip of her whisky.

I quickly sit across from her. “Station Executive. What a pleasure,” I say, leaning lightly on the table. “How good is this…Station Executive's memory when it comes to Captains arriving and leaving Camella,” I ask, searching over her face for an answer before she gives me one.

"Depends on the captain," Amelia replies playfully, "Those pieces of work I pay no mind to as they crawl from port to port," Amelia comments, gesturing to the group of men in expensive suits. "However, the more interesting ones, I keep a very close eye on,” she pauses. “What do you think, Captain Clark, should I keep my eyes on you?" Amelia says in a sensual tone, taking another long sip of her drink

I lean in closer before realizing my pussy was starting to make decisions for me. “You should. I’m nothing but trouble,” I say, smiling, trying to be more playful than sexual.

"I’m sure you are, Captain Clark, I’m sure you are," Amelia replies, leaning forward slightly to bring her head closer to mine. "So tell me, Captain, what brings you to this bar, business or pleasure?" Amelia asks, putting emphasis on the final word.

I lean back into the seat, “I’m actually looking for someone,” I say hesitantly. Nervous she wouldn’t have the answer I was looking for.

"A shame, and here I was sizing you up to fit you in something leather," Amelia replies with a soft laugh, before taking a sip. "I take it from your earlier statement, you seek a fellow captain?" Amelia asks with a smile.

“I have to give it to you, Executive, you’re good. I am. Do you happen to know a captain by the name of Claire?” I ask, my clit aching between my legs as I try to focus on her face and not her bulging tits.

"I had a feeling it was going to be her. She's a little infamous around this station," Amelia replies with a soft laugh. "Might I ask, what such a sweet young thing such as yourself is doing, seeking out such a Captain of ill reputation," Amelia asks with a soft laugh, teasing a single finger around the rim of her glass while she looks into Rison's eyes.

I clear my throat, realizing I was stumped on the question myself. “If I’m being honest, I thought I wanted to ask her about her pregnancy bet and how she got all those girls pregnant… but now… I’m not sure… I just want to talk to her… ask her things I guess.” My answer a lot more childish than I wanted it to sound.

"That damnable bet. You know, she got me involved in that business," Amelia replies with a soft laugh, her eyes moving upwards off Rison for a moment as she recalls a memory. Amelia undoes a button of her tight white blouse, revealing her ample chest to Rison. She then proceeds to fish a small gold chain resting between her heavy tits and pulls out a small locket. Amelia Pops the clasp, revealing a small hologram of a baby being held in the arms of a blonde woman dressed in captains attire. "That's my oldest holding her new sister," Amelia says with a grin, "That said, how did you even hear of the bet?" She asks, getting back to business, tucking the locket back between her big tits, not bothering to re-button her blouse.

I closed my mouth as her question pulled my attention away from her tits, my clit straining against my panties. “I went to Dr.Charms for rehydration infusions. I was super hungover. When I arrived to Camella, the amount of pregnant humans I saw was astonishing… especially given how many women there are in one place,” I pause. “Can you tell me where she might be?" I ask, hopefully.

"I might be able to give you some information or at the very least point you in the direction of someone who'll know where you can find the Captain you seek," Amelia replies with a smile, taking a long protracted sip from her glass. "However, what you should ask yourself, is what would you be willing to do for such a lead?" Amelia asks with a sensual tone.

"Anything!" I shout.

"Rison, need I remind you of this woman's power?" Rhys whispers through my ear piece. I pause for moment. "Almost anything."

Amelia lets out a soft laugh, "Well Captain, luckily for you I actually do need tentative care to a personal matter," Amelia replies with a smile. "Otherwise, I might have had you attending to me personally and really see how far I could push almost anything," Amelia adds with a sultry tone.

"Alas, business before pleasure," She smiles, taking a teasing sip from her glass.

"How personal is this matter I will be tending to, Executive," I say, squinting my eyes.

"Personal enough for me to be grateful for your assistance. As well as getting you a lead on Claire," Amelia replies coyly. “Let's just say my gratitude would be a nice first step for you getting to fuck me with more than those pretty eyes," Amelia adds with a soft flirtatious laugh.

"I guess I’ll go out on a limb here…I'm in. What can I help you with, Amelia," I say. A weird feeling of maturity takes hold of my throat like an angry drunk. Excitement fills my stomach knowing at least Rhys will be proud of me.

"You'll be traveling to the Alliance Shipyard of Bernadette on planet 8010 Kui Xiu III. You'll meet my Daughter Amanda there, a fellow Captain. She seems to have gotten herself in some kind of trouble. I need you to go there and render whatever assistance is required," Amelia explains with a soft smile.

"A search and rescue mission? Sounds easy enough," I say confidently, chugging my water. "But I know you would'nt let me go that easily so whats the catch?" I ask.

Amelia lets out a laugh. However, this laugh wasn’t soft and flirtatious but a full hearty laugh. A laugh which brings a single tear to her eye. "The catch is Amanda, you'll understand when you meet her." She continues laughing, making me nervous but nonetheless brimming with excitement.

"I can handle a Captain," I say, pressing my watch to hers to get the exact coordinates. "I'm not sure how I will be able to repay you. You were probably the only one who could help me," I say, getting up to leave.

"Consider it an investment for your future. It always pays to know some competent Pilots who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty," Amelia replies, putting a sensual empahsis on certain words to twist their meaning.

"Then an investment it will be. I hope Amanda doesn’t give me too hard of a time," I say, standing. As excitement and a sober happiness takes hold of my brain I move without thinking and kiss her cheek.

Amelia raises an eyebrow at this sudden kiss before giving Rison a broad smile. "Seems like you do have it in you to take what you want," Amelia says with a soft laugh, reaching forwards and caressing Rison's cheek with her hand. "Now go find my Daughter, Captain," Amelia says in a soft tone, turning back to her table and draining the last of her drink.

Before leaving, I quietly tell the bartender I'll pay for all the drinks of the woman sitting alone. Rhys pipes up as we make our way back onto the concourse. "Ah! Adventure! Shall we make some shipments before we go?" He says in a responsible tone. "First thing in the morning," I say, half running back to my ship with pure excitement.