The Ranthian

"I know you. You're the one who brought in that Crol, aren't you?"

You look over your shoulder and then swivel your barstool around.

It's the Ranthian woman. She's beautiful, without a doubt; even for a Ranthian. She has brilliant green eyes, a pert nose and full lips. She's slightly shorter than you, with an hourglass figure. You catch a mischievous gleam in her eye.

She doesn't wait for you to respond. "A lot of people are looking for you," she says with a sidelong glance.

"Obviously I'm not too hard to find," you say. You turn around to order another drink from the clone bartender. "Well, I wasn't looking for you, but I'm glad we ran into each other." You look back at her. She gives you a lopsided smile. "Don't worry, there isn't a price on your head, or anything. I just wanted to ask you a question."

"Sure, shoot," you say. The bartender brings you another glass of whiskey. The Ranthian woman stops smiling. "I heard you lost your partner. I'm sorry, I know how it feels." You take a sip from your glass as she continues, "My name is Hiren Ar-Thix and I was just wondering if you'd be interested in my services."

"And what services are those?" you ask.

"Ship operations. I'm good with sensors and navigation. I can handle damage control and defense systems, and I can handle myself in a fight. I'm not a bad pilot, either. And.... I'm talented in other ways, too." You raise an eyebrow. She must be running from something. Unperturbed by your silence, she goes on, "I don't ask for much, you don't even have to give me regular pay. Just my fair share of whatever we come across."

You start imagining what she must look like underneath those clothes. You try not to think with your cock too much, but you do realize that taking her off-world would be doing her a huge favor.

You take another sip. "If you're so good," you say, "how come you're not already working on a ship?"

The question doesn't seem to bother her. "I was doing pretty well piloting a merchant ship, but it turned out that the boss had a huge debt he owed to some people around here, and they finally caught up to him. They got his ship, and all of us on the crew became unemployed the next day." It's a common enough story in the Outlands. You reply, "Tell me who you're running from and I might take you aboard. If I do, understand that I'll be doing you a favor."

Hiren sighs. "Alright, alright. My old skipper? He wanted to give them me to offset some of his debt. As far as I know, they accepted it, although they still took his ship. They're looking for me, since according to the laws around here, I belong to them now."

"Who's them?"

"The Cardalah family. Just a step above ganger thugs. They don't have the resources to go after one prospective **** who gets off-world." You take another sip. "So, do we have a deal or what?" As Hiren says this, she unzips the front of her jumpsuit about halfway, revealing ample cleavage that you find more than a little tempting. She puts her hands on your thighs and leans closer, lowering her voice. "As I've said, I am also talented in other areas."

You finish the rest of your drink and put the empty glass on the bar.