Cheif Engineer (Female)

[Author's Note: This is the Main Storyline.]

The one good thing about Fortuna was that it was a planet-wide scrap yard, in other words; engineers/mechanics hangout there all the time, especially if they don't have a job. A mile or two down the road from Bill's is a half-decent warehouse named "Mech's Fix It Emporium." People from all over the galaxy came here if they need a complicated job done right and on a budget.

The engineers did it out of a necessity to increase their skill level, otherwise they wouldn't charge so cheaply. On the plus side they had every part ever made for anything mechanical or technological because they were based on Fortuna. All the parts a whole lot cheaper and doing things correctly at a lower cost meant they got a lot of freelance work. This place was for those engineers who weren't born with a silver spoon and desired a job in the field. The best way to go about it is to get word of mouth going, and the only way to get that is freelance work and lots of it.

You get to "Mech's Emporium" and get stunned at how big it is, at least twice the size of "Bill's Acreage", but what really gets you is the sheer numbers. At least a million replacement parts, 10% of which have been discontinued; 100,000 or so Fixers and customers at the "Fix It Emporium". Since there are at least 5 costumers per fixer in order to find the right person for the job it required finesse. Which means you sort them out by requirements: primary experience in ship repair, capable of working with antique parts and schematics, working troubleshoot knowledge of 50-170 year old tech.

You analyzed what parts of the warehouse working on what; lucky they sort themselves by what type of parts the most often use to increase efficiency. You head over to the starship section, work your way through the sate-of-the-art work stations; and towards the back you find 5 engineers matching your requirements. The first one is an elderly man who is too old and looks more than happy to stay teaching the next gen. The second one cybernetically enhanced women in her early 20's gives you the stink eye as she sees you checking her out; but you realized she is more interested in building things from scratch and not on repair.

Third, which coincidentally is his name, is a dark skinned man in his 30's who met all the criteria however is constantly talking about his family and young children, which is an instant deal breaker. Why? Because he is far to content where he is in his lot in life and will most likely turn you down, not to mention the pay cut in store. The forth one is a 14 year-old, ummm, can't tell which gender it is; but out of the question because at his age his guardians have to travel with him, and you don't want free loaders, and complainers. So last but not least it is....

Your heart stops and your breathing comes to a halt, as one of the most beautiful faces you have ever seen comes into your line of sight. Her brow furrows as her expression signifies the intensity of her gaze, the back of her left hand wipes her cheek off a small bead of sweat only to replace it with dark oil splotch, making her look cuter than she was before. In an instant your frozen revere is broken as you notice her moving. She picks up the part she was working on and hands it to the costumer, they converse briefly, and with a new found moment of rest she lets out a strong sigh. Almost indiscreetly she notices you, her face nearly imperceptibly extends you a smile, at the same time she waves at you.

"That can't be right." you think to yourself, you look around you to find who she could possible be looking at. She rolls her eyes and points at you and mouths "Yes. You." and waves you over. But your legs still can't seem to believe it, so you find your top half moving while you lower half stands still creating a toppling effect which sends your face straight into the ground. "Ow!" that hurts more that you'd think, your eyes swell up with tears, but you don't feel a need to cry instead it's the pain created by the fall. A slpit second later you see a pair of legs in overalls standing before you, you stare up to catch the face attached to them, only to have a near panic attack. It the innocently beautiful Kaylee, or at least that is what the name tag has written on it.

She was a near redhead technically still a brunette cause the "color" counted as a shade of brown. "Titian hair" they call it, very apt considering the immensely powerful affect she has on you. With a gentle smile she reaches out to give you hand. "Thanks" you whisper a little too quietly than intended, but she hears it anyway. "Your welcome" she responds in a sweetly tease of a whisper. The awkwardness of the moment doesn't get pass your keen sense, nor hers, as all she does it stand there polity waiting for you to speak. When you realize that, you open you mouth to speak but no words nor sounds are uttered. Kaylee gently places her hand on your left shoulder and caringly encourages you "Take you time. It's alright."

You can't help but feel like a helpless child, damn all the coolness factor you thought you earned in the years since you finished school, but that was a mistake on you part. 'Coolness factor' really? Thinking that existed alone indicates how uncool you really are. But you've never been the coolest one in the room otherwise you wouldn't be seeking a way to lead a nomadic hermit type independent lifestyle, as most cool people depend on their network of people that think they are cool.

You take a deep breath in the most articulate and confidant tone you can muster, you ask her; "Come live with me! We'll travel the stars and..." You cut yourself of realizing you didn't start with "I have a job opening available with some of you skill set."

"Oh I'm flattered but..." she responds but you cut her off "NO, no. I didn't...I didn't mean it like that!" you spew out frantically. "I...I wanted to offer you a job on my ship." Kaylee expression changes from cute awkward amusement to a calm collected serious glance and says "Are you serious?" Unsure of yourself or your reposes and what her response might be, you simply put it "Yes." She tilts her head to think, and asks you "What kind of ship?"

You take a deep breath and ramble out, "A 7th Generation Retrofitted Alcubierre Model Defender Class Battle-Cruiser Mark II (retired) with a Warp 7 capable drive engine, and a Mark IV Ion Hybrid Particle/Wave impulse thruster and a..." Kaylee hand softly lands on you lips and pause the word train leaving your mouth.

With a big smile on her face she admits, "Well I'm impressed!" A huge relief comes over you. "And with you ship too." Kaylee teases and giggles as she pushes her hair behind her head. You blush for a moment and it goes away a second later because she shoots out the phrase "Let me take a look at the ship."

There it is a 2 and a half trek later plus the 170 yards from Bill's, and she finally sees your piece of junk, but her smile never fades. You can tell she is excited as she inspects the ship."The girl just needs some love." she explains. After the inspection she turns to you, grasps your right wrist, places her right hand in yours and grips it to form a handshake. You begin the shake as you try to make it strong and firm while gentle as you can.

Kaylee's eye catches yours and stares at you intently while trying to figure you out, then she leans in slowly passes you face entirely places her lips just centimeters away and whispers "You've had that erection for a while now, since about the time I picked you up after you fell on your face. Is that normal? Do you need to see a doctor?"

You face turns bright red, fir it wasn't already before, but you know you can't admit she's the one that turned you on, even if you body wasn't trying it's best to sabotage any chance you have with her. "I'm just excited that's all." you meekly proclaim, it's the only sentence that you lips allows to pass.

"Obviously....Very obviously." she shoots her left eye brow up while locking her eyesight on your hard on. "But I wonder, what's got you so excited?" she retorts with a sarcastic tease. "Does she know? Or is she just teasing blindly?" you wonder.

"Well lets get these repairs under way!" she stretches her arms towards the sky. Only now at this late an hour do you finally know the extant of of her boobage, it's at least Double D situation going on there. If there was a moment that you thought that swelling might go down, this was the opposite of that moment, you knew right then it would stay hard forever.

Now that The Chief Engineer Kaylee starts her repairs, you Captain Jon Shepherd of the Transient have two jobs to do: one is to help in the repairs in anyway possible, the other to recruit more of the crew.