She turns her chair to face you. Her legs were crossed and she was still typing something in the console.
“We’re going to investigate a distress signal.” She says as she enters the final digits into her chair.
The black void with white twinkly bits of space suddenly became a neon tie dye rainbow of color. Moving past at speeds far too fast for you to even imagine. Till it then stopped.
The dark void of space retuned, only this time instead of being empty. There was now a massive grey space ship occupying the space.
The ship was all grey and seamed to have bin snapped in half, with only the front still there... or maybe the back reminded. There were pieces of the ship floating around it. And it had several clean holes with black outlines.
What ever force attacked the ship seamed to have fired very powerful lasers at it. Broke it in half, and then too one half of the ship somewhere else. What troubled you was that it looked like a big ship, even at this distance you could tell it had strong armor at one point. It was around the size on a Earth Air Craft Carrier or Cruse Ship.
The lizard woman turns her chair back to the front of the window, and pilots the ship closer to the wreckage on a slow burn.
You look at her and ask: ‘why are we investigating wreckage and distress signals? I thought you wanted to bring me back to your home world to bread or something.’
She turns her chair to face you again “Universe Rule 25a-114 states: “all ships that are in range of a distress signal, must respond”” she smiles “you don’t however need to report it.” She turns her chair back. “I’d say there’s some good loot on a ship that size. And your going to be my body guard while I investigate.”
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You were inside the ships airlock. You hold your breath and zip up the purple skin tight space suit to the your neck. You then strap a laser pistol holster to your upper right thigh. Similar to a diving knife but higher up on the leg. Speaking of knives, you strap one to your lower left leg. Hey you can never be too carful. You place a fishbowl glass ball helmet over your head. And an automated hair clip device secures your hair to the back of your head, so it won’t get in your face in zero gravity. You don’t need an oxygen tank. You asked the lizard woman ‘why?’ wen she gave you your gear and told you to suit up. She gave you a long complicated speech about the suits internal circuitry, and oxygen in the blood. Or maybe it froze your lungs? breathing for you? The point was you would not run out of oxygen, EVER. As long as you kept on your space helmet. And it did not need an air tank. Just a glass fishbowl looking helmet.
The door to the air lock opens and space is before you. Also a massive grey ship reck that was your target. You run out and do a T pose, flying through space. The rocket thrusters in your high heals activate. You close your eyes and let your suits AI guide you to the open side of the wrecked ship. Just as you had bin ordered. It was a feeling akind to laying on your back in a pool. The AI doges debris for you. You knew space was cold, but dispite that you felt warm and toasty inside the skin tight matterial. You suspected this was due to the suits internal circuits keeping you from freezing to death, but it still felt good.
You open your eyes right at the edge of a section of exposed floor. Rather than let your suit land you, you decide to do a landing role. Taking out your gun on your laser pistol on your right leg as you land on one knee, the magnets you now knew about in the heals activated. Securing you to the new floor. You also closed your eyes not to suffer from vertigo as you went from one ship to another in a gravity-less void.
Your helmets targeting function locking on to any potential threat. Fortunately there were none visible to the sensors.
The alien lizard woman had a less dinamic landing. Landing sraight and exiting her T pose as the AI in her suit deposited her safely on the ruined void ship. She was also dressed in her skin tight red suit, but now it covered her lizard tail, as well as her having a glass helmet identical to yours.
She removed a small silver device around the size of a cell phone, from the black bag she brought with her hanging from her shoulders, similar to a duffel bag. But magnetized to a belt she wore. The device was oval shaped, and had nobs instead of a touch screen.
“Just keep an eye out for Space Pirates, or the Government. And let me know if you find anything” the lizard woman says over the suit speakers, not looking up from her device.
You stand up straight and put the laser pistol close to your ear facing up. ‘Copy that Liz Lisa’ you say into your suit radio.
She walks forward into the dark abandon space craft, not looking up from her device. Or acknowledging the nick name you gave her. You decide that is what you will call her now, since she hasn’t given you her actual name yet.
As she turns a corner you stop following her and pull the skin tight purple suit free from between your legs. Sure, nobody would deny that the suit was sexy as f*ck. But it seamed some somewhat impractical. It rode up and gave you a wedge in the front wen you did that pose as you landed. The suit was definitely a little tight on you wen zipped up all the way.
You sigh once you free the suit from between your legs and holster your laser pistol. Turning on the helmet’s “dark vision” mode. And look around the once dark ship following the lizard woman’s way points. It was weird how there were no shadows, but that was “dark vision” for you.
In side the ship: