What're friends for if not to hide you from potentially homicidal people you stole things from?

You key in a frequency into the long distance vid-com on the ship's console, having already decided that hiding out with a friendly face might be a good idea.

"Derrick? What the fuck are you doin', callin' me after what you pulled, you fuckin' bastard? You've got real balls, you know that?", came an angry voice from your comm as a human female face flickers onto the screen, the woman thin and sharp-featured with thin lips, stormy gray eyes narrowed fiercely and blond hair cut short and spiky. She'd be pretty if it wasn't for the fact that she was looking at you murderously and had a jagged scar that marred her face from the bottom of her right eye down to her chin. As it was, she was striking and attractive in a dangerous sort of way.

Okay, so "friendly" might be pushing it. Kate Thompson was a fellow smuggler and on again/off again lover of yours. She was a feisty spitfire with a foul mouth, a quick trigger finger and the sort of tight and athletic body that got your motor running. With long and lithe limbs, taut abs, small pert breasts and a tight little ass that just begged to be fucked, she was definitely a favorite partner for relieving tension when you met up. Of course, you also usually had to placate her temper for one reason or another to get to that point, but, hey, that's the life of a charming bastard like yourself.

"Kate, hey, c'mon, don't tell me you're still holdin' a grudge 'bout the last time we crossed paths. I beat ya to that score fair and square, y'know? Nobody likes a sore loser, right?", you remark as you recall the last time that you and Kate crossed paths, you'd been competing for a rather high paying delivery job and you'd snaked it out from under her.

"Fair and square!? You **** me, Halloway!", she growls at you and you hold up your hands in a pacifying manner.

"Hey, hold it, hold it. I did not **** you. We got drunk together. I just happened to hold my liquor better than you.", you say and add, with a roguish grin, "Besides, I think the main reason why you didn't wake up that mornin' to take the call for the job is 'cause we were up pretty late last night...wearin' each other out, if ya remember."

She gives a huff and looks away from you, but you can see the sliver of a smile curve the corner of her lips as she recalls that night you'd spent together. "Fucker. If you weren't such a good lay, Halloway, I'd have hunted you down, cut your prick off and shoved it down your throat.", she growled with as close to affection as she could manage, her anger apparently abating as you work your charm on her, "Whatever. You didn't call to reminisce. You only call when you want somethin'. What is it?"

"Kate, I'm wounded. Ya hurt me. Ya make me sound like some opportunistic bastard.", you say in a mock hurt tone, "I mean, ya ain't wrong, but, still, you could spare my feelings a bit."

"Fuck you, Derrick. Spit it out."

You chuckle at her words, knowing that you already had her hooked, even if she wouldn't admit it. "You still got that place on Hestian Beta?", you ask, referring to the planet S21-V621, a small human colony world that was mostly a lower tech farming and ranching world, "I, uh, sorta need a place to lay low for a bit."

Kate's digital image rolls her eyes at you and shakes her head. "Of course you fucking do. Who'd you piss off this time, Halloway?"

"It's, uh, kind of a long story. If ya meet me there, I'll explain the whole thing, all right?", you say, giving her your best charming smile and puppy dog eyes, "Please, Kate. I need your help here."

You can tell she's considering telling you to fuck off, but she eventually sighs and relents. "I'll probably regret this, but fine. I'm on a job now so it'll take me awhile. You'll probably get there before me. I'll transmit the codes for you to get in.", she says and then fixes you with a hard glare, "But this had better be real fuckin' good, Derrick. And you definitely owe me for this, you bastard."

"Thanks, sweetheart. I love you too.", you say to her cheekily and, despite herself, she gives you a smile and lets a short laugh leave her before waving you off and cutting the transmission off.

A few moments later, the codes you need to get into her place when you get to the planet come to your console, blinking onto your display. You save the data into your personal datapad and then plug the new coordinates into the navigation computer, setting the ship on it's way before you finally relax into your seat. That's one thing taken care of. Now for...

"Ooooh! It's pretty up here, Master! Look at all the lights and buttons! I've never seen anything like this!", comes the bright and cheery voice of the Chlorophyte that was the root of all this trouble as she slips into the cockpit and looks around with wide eyes.

Without hesitation or warning, she moves to where you sit and drops herself into your lap, her round and pert ass pressing into your crotch in a way that has your cock stirring in an instant. She leans back against you, the skin of her slender back smooth and surprisingly warm against your chest as she settles comfortably against you. Her legs rest upon your own and her hands move to gently caress your arms and take your hands in her smaller ones tenderly and affectionately as she makes herself comfortable.

"I'm sorry, Master, but I didn't want to be by myself without you for so long.", she says as she looks up at you, her petals caressing your chin and neck softly as her large green eyes fix upon you, "I want to be with my master always and make you happy."

You can't help but feel a spike of arousal move through you at that. You do have time to kill before you reach your new destination. You could let the plant girl make you happy to pass the time. Of course, it might also be a good idea to find out more about her instead of focusing on physical pleasure (though the thought of choosing talking over physical pleasure is nearly foreign to you).