That and more.

A neon green scanner highlights your every curve, running over you as you enter the tiny front lobby entrance of Kipp's Engineering and Construction Shop, scanning you for prior visitation and weapons. The door bings softly before a single glaring Beep signifies the pistol on your hip. The female synth behind the counter, along with four auto-turrets, regards you impassively while laser sights dance across your chest. Seems like overkill to you. After all, your chest is big enough that it's not like they would miss.

"Apologies Mistress, but no weapons are allowed on the premises without paying the proper bribe of 500 Credits." The artificial women is perfectly proportioned. If all you could see was her silouhette, she would appear to be a beautiful, if bald women. In the light, her pale segmented coating and green photoreceptors gave her away.

A smirk crosses your face as you reach up and press a single button on your wrist. A moment passes as your electronic scrambler turns off, allowing the system to properly identify you. The turrets deactivate and retract into the ceiling and floor.

"Apologies Ms. Rosalyn. Our systems did not fully read your Platinum membership. How may I serve you today?"

You smile and step towards the door to the shop. the Wall to wall windows reveal a large workshop with over a dozen pieces of heavy machinery and three times as many projects being worked on by automatons. Finn certainly loved her Synths.

"Is she working right now?"

"Yes Miss. Can I have you sign in f-"

Her voice is cut off as you enter the shop itself, heading down the small metal staircase. Weaving through the robots and various starship and industrial equipment, the smell of metal and oil giving way to day old food and burning ozone as you enter Finn personal workspace.

She is hunched over a large piece of equipment that you recognize as a piece of a motivator from a starship engine. The sounds of an engine ratchet clicking in the air provide cover as you quietly sneak up behind her. Her cute rear pulling the seat of her coveralls tight across it. You drape yourself over her back while groping her heart shaped pillow of an ass tightly, causing her to jump in fright and squeal.

"You know Stefanie, when you present yourself like this to people, they might get ideas that you aren't quite the engineer you want to be seen as."

She groans loudly in annoyance as she gets up and shrugs you off of her. Turning around to look at you, a look of quiet annoyance etched on her face, she sighs.

"I told you to let me know in advance you are coming Erika." You purposefully snort as she says cum. Finn removes her circle shaped glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose to displace the growing headache. "Could you please grow up for half a minute please?! And I told you before, never call me that!"

You bite your lower lip and pull her by the stained tank top she is wearing. "But you love it when I tease you...I seem to recall you saying you love punishing me from time to time for it." You kiss her neck slowly and show her the adjustable stun rod from her tool belt when you groped her. She yanks the device out of your hand and pushes you away, a creeping blush crossing her face.

"Stop doing that! And that's not it. It's gotten so that every time you drop in uninvited some bounty hunter or another is able to find your trail and comes busting down my door, bothering my LEGITIMATE customers, and worst of all..."

"Ravage your body relentlessly until you beg for them to stop?" you interject, blushing at the thought of Finn being tag teamed by two strong, domineering, sexy, thugs. Hands cuffed behind her, those cute overalls ripped to shreds so that two stallions could take both her holes at the same time. Finn screaming and swearing that she doesn't know anything. You wonder if she doesn't sell you out due to loyalty, or because she enjoys herself. Maybe a little of both. Looking around, you see a security camera. The curvy technician probably keeps security footage. Might just be worth hacking into before you leave.

She rolls her eyes as she puts the stun rod away and walks around the engine part, resuming her work while continuing. "They wreck my shop. Not everyone is a sub like you Erika. We all don't want piercings on our nipples and a dick up the ass. Some of us like our significant others to be kind, caring and gentle."

"So...boring then?" you tease her again. She looks up at you with a questioning look.

"I seem to recall you saying what made our sessions so lovely was how much loving aftercare I gave you, that was the hallmark of a great Mistress."

Your lips part to give a quick retort, however Finn's logic is far superior to yours. Like her sexual status when she's feeling frisky. Her smirk is cold and ruthless, giving your nethers a little flutter as the last time you saw that smirk you were strapped down to her wooden horse and about to get fucked by her. The raven haired beauty returns to work, surveying the machine for a moment before walking around and dragging you over to a console. The engine begins to hum after only a few tapped buttons.

"Is that my new engine?"

The tough but demure engineer gives yet another trademark sigh, one born of someone uneducated in Finn's field of study.

"No hun. A starship engine is huge. The schematics you sent me weren't that different from most advanced drives, but the key difference was the Alternator and the add-ons to the Motivator itself, you see..."

You sigh yourself as the girl begins to go on one of her classic lectures. Bored to tears, your minds eye instead visualizes a sexier scenario involving lectures. Finn wearing a tight pencil skirt and a tight blouse stands at the front of the class, writing on a chalk board so that the class has a perfect view of her supple rear. Suddenly she turns around, calls on you, and asks a question you both know you can't answer. When all you can do is stammer stupidly, she pulls you up by your pigtails and bends you over her knee. In front of the entire class too! Oh, the humiliation as she lifts your skirt and spanks your naughty bottom. Not only can the entire class see your rosy red cheeks, but the wet spot in your panties as well.

"ERIKA! Are you listening to me?!"

"I'm sorry teacher!" You jump in fright at the raising of her voice. The explanation interrupted, she glares at you coldly for a moment, knowing exactly what you were thinking. She goes back to the engine to work. When she turns back to you, her voice drips with sarcasm.

"Big Scary Vroom Vroom not needed. Only 5, that's the number of fingers you have, small pieces needed that I am finishing up! Does that help your tiny brain keep focus!?"

"Yes, ma'am." You look down dejectedly, nodding in agreement at her tongue lashing. An awkward silence follows for only a few moments as she works on the machine. Finishing up, the girl clears her throat and pulls out a small datastick. Taking the stick gently tentatively out of fear... she might wack you with her ruler or screwdriver, she instead chooses to explain what is on it.

"Well you'll be glad to know I get others other visitors aside from bounty hunters...people who actually want to hire you. Mostly I give them the same information; that I don't know anything. But this time the job was..." she pauses for dramatic effect, "...unique. The Choker of Ix'Lana."

Your eyes bulge out for a moment as the adrenaline surges through you. You look down at the datastick, back at her, back at the datastick and frantically search for a terminal to inspect it, slightly hyperventilating at the prospect. "Do they...?"

She points to a secure data terminal at her desk as she follows you to it. "No, they don't have it. The Morvals want you to procure it for them."

Steadying yourself on the desk as you feel your knees turn to jell-o, a strangled squeal of delight emerges from you as the terminal boots up. This was one of the big ones. Sure enough, the video message shows a beautiful Morval woman, her hair done up in intricate braids on one side, the other side shaved with tattoos and a good dozen earrings in her ear. Her Four eyes shine golden as the center two focus on you and the others move to scan the room you are in, more then likely confirming Finn's presence in the background. A thin silver colored veil compliments her pale icy blue skin, like fresh snow on a frozen lake. You smile as you imagine yourself staying warm on colder nights with your head between her thighs. You seem to recall hearing that Morvan sexual fluids are a natural aphrodisiac for Humans. Her navy blue lips part as she speaks, introducing herself as Ni'zev and she certainly does have information on the legendary treasure. She confirms Finn's information on the emergence of the lost treasure and describes it to you, a gesture in redundancy as you know the story by heart.

The Choker of Ix'Lana obtained it's name from it's owner, the High Queen of the Morval Star Empire. The Empire used to be massive, covering several sectors of the known galaxy, then your former Mistresses showed up. Before they violently passed through the Federation the Iah Kuruh first targeted the Star Empire. Ix'Lana stood fast with her people against them, putting up a massive resistance that the Iah Kuruh loved. It did no good as millions were enslaved, broken or killed.

Ix'Lana proved herself the best of foes however, breaking blockades, destroying entire fleets of longships, and even besting two Iah Kuruh in combat at once. They only stopped their invasion and moved on to the Federation after Ix'Lana detonated a star near her ship to deny them the prize of her body. Normally you wouldn't care much about history, except the Choker itself was synonymous with Ix'Lana....and the Iah Kuruh named her Kah'luv Luzt'vak for being lost with her ship. If you could procure that...it would certainly help to build up your legend.

You send a response to the Morval rep, taking the job. Within only a few minutes a response is sent with more detailed information. You smile and load the information into your wrist comp, give a hug to Finn who nods and informs you she'll have the tech uploaded to your ship within an hour. Normally you would stay to see if you can arouse her ire enough to earn some discipline, but right now you're too excited. You head outside to take the ponygirl back to the ship and maybe look into purchasing yourself a little Luxvan **** girl action as you plan out your new mission.

You give your friend and sometimes lover a quick hug before running out the door. Or more precisely, running into the door. The barrier is sealed and won't open, even when you hit the manual release. "Hold up there girlfriend. You didn't think that was free did you? Or that I would let you off the hook for sneaking up on me like that did you."

"Well I-EEEEE!" Your squeals echo down the slide as the trapdoor seals behind you.