The Valkyrie's Crew boards the 'Princess'

Claudia guided the ‘Valkyrie’ smoothly in a coupling position with the sleek courier ship designated ‘Princess’. A deep clang rang through the old asteroid miner as the clamps locked into place and her Helmswoman Tasha all but leapt free of her chair. Claudia wasn’t so eager…

“Dammit! I wish this shitbox had life-scanners, we have no idea what you are walking into over there.” She muttered feeling uncomfortable.

“What would an old tub like this have needed life scanners for?” laughed Tasha easily as she buckled on a guard’s gun belt with its stolen blaster, “I’ll add it to the shopping list for while me and the girls are over there, you just relax here and wait for us to get back.”

Leaning around Claudia’s command chair she planted a gentle kiss on her lips and grin excitedly before heading briskly for the door.

“Besides, anyone who messes with those two crazy bitches won’t live long enough to regret it!”

Brit and Suki were standing armed and ready by the airlock when Tasha arrived. Brit was clad in simple engineers overalls, though the engineer they had been designed for clearly hadn’t sported a magnificent rack like hers. The zipper on the grease-stained orange coveralls could only fasten up to just beneath her ribcage given the vast amount of bulging cleavage stuffed into top of them. Her long brown hair was tied behind her head in a thick silken plat that fell between her shoulder blades like a tail and she gave Tasha an impish grin as she prepared her equipment.

Across her strong shoulders was a light alloy rig to which she was attaching a laser auger and its heavy battery pack. The mining equipment made for a frighteningly powerful weapon and Tasha would have been worried about stray shots blasting a hole in the side of the captured vessel if she hadn’t seen Brit wield it like a pro during their **** escape. Standing there tall and strong she was the very image of the mythical Viking shield maidens that were their ships name-sake

Suki couldn’t have looked more different from her lover if she had tried; the tiny Asian girl wore a tight fitting body suit of thin white material with a simple pleated black skirt around her middle. The stretch fabric of the suit clung to her small lithe form like a second skin hiding nothing; her small A-cup breasts pressed into the fabric, her nipples hard with anticipation and every lean muscles of her acrobats body was clearly visible through the clinging material. Her glossy black hair was up in her customary twin ponytails, one above each ear, long hair falling down to her slim waist like two midnight waterfalls.

Belted around her waist, over the short pleated skirt she wore a guard’s blaster that was the twin to Tasha’s own but her real weapons were strapped to her forearms. Nestled snuggly in moulded plastic sheaths were two wickedly sharp straight blades, secretly forged in the smelting bays back on Drestia II. Tasha had watched as the small girlish figure before her had eviscerated three guards in as many seconds after silently dropping out of an air vent to surprise them during the escape. She was vicious and utterly merciless with them.

“Are you ready, love?” The tall Brit asked her small slender companion with that playful grin and got a silent nod in response, “Then let us see what bounty awaits us!”

She hit the airlock release and swung her heavy drilling laser to cover the doors as they slid ponderously open. Tasha brought her blaster to bear on the opening in a single swift motion of her left hand, Jesus but these bitches were keen for a fight!

They were met with the sight of a silent empty corridor that stretched off in two different directions along the length of the ship. It was filled with a thin damp mist that began to waft into the ‘Valkyrie’ through the open airlocks; Brit watched it curl around her feet with an amused snort.

“It looks like someone bumped the environmental controls in their rush to hide in the broom closet.” She laughed and leapt gracefully through the opening into the ‘Princess’ and disappeared into the foggy haze with Suki following close behind her.

Tasha was a little more cautious in entering the captured vessel; the plan was that they would split up and scavenge any useful equipment, valuable cargo and weapons they could find, then head back to the ’Valkyrie’ as quickly as possible… and what was that peculiar smell?

The thin mist filled her nose with a faint strangely pleasant odour that made her head spin and her skin tingle agreeably. She was just enjoying it when she heard a deep bestial roar come from somewhere deeper within the foggy ship.

What the hell was that?!