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“Stop, stop,” Elia responded in riposte. The ship had, apparently, not been equipped to answer anything quite so distinctly human. Considering she was the one hinting at companionship with a bargain anal bin ship A.I., Elia wasn’t gutted over omitted feature. Feeling the relief of an evasion well executed, Elia eased her white-knuckled grip from the controls and allowed her back to relax in the pilot’s seat. She cocked the craft back off of it’s maverick-esque wing-dipping yaw and steered the aircraft into a bank towards the growing landmass asian in the distance. Carving the ship over the water toward the beach, Elia watched the landscape below the Class-B space cruiser flip from a deep blue to a vibrant, lush green. “Land-ho..” Elia condescended, wriggling her finger back and forth in the air in a celebration. Easing back on the controls, Elia careened the craft up into the cloud layer and began tapping away at gizmos and switches on the heads-up display. An untrained eye would’ve interpreted her prompt selections on the holographic interface as random, Elia knew. Thankfully, as a space ace, only some of her inputs were random. All the same, she managed to engage the terrain-scanning recon protocol in hopes of gathering crucial data on this foreign celestial body. Skating at high-velocity through the thermosphere of the primitive planet yielded a wealth of reconnaissance data for the refugee star pilot. It was a tip of her trade to make sure you know as much as possible about any foreign planet before setting landing gear on it. Without a decently well-rounded small tits picture of what kind of environment she would be immersing herself into, there would be higher chance for encountering compromising variables. Unfortunately, the planet she was currently soaring across was riddled with those compromising variables. “Simple combustion engines.. primitive infrastructure.. carbon-based emissions..” Elia listed off the potential complications that could complicate her temporary stopover as a space-faring refugee on this rock. “It Hardcore is likely that you will experience difficulties blending in effectively in this solar system. They have yet to advance beyond a Gungnir-class civilization,” bonged the informational dossier that the ship’s A.I. would regurgitate on cue when arriving at a foreign planet. “Great. Take over the autopilot and touch me down somewhere with the highest probability for finding shelter,” instructed Elia, already lamenting the tribulations she would surely encounter down there on the surface. She reached down to the side of the seat and pushed back on the knurled knob that prompted the chair to recline automatically. Sufficiently comfortable, Elia kicked her feet up onto some inconsequential menagerie of bells and whistles – it’s not like she needed to know what all of them do, anyway – and reclined in the command deck seat that fit her shapely backside like a glove at this point, many years into their service together. “Wake me when we get there,” Elia began before pausing to deliver a sardonic punch to her order, “buddy.” That out japanese of the way, she reached back behind her voluminous head of pastel pink hair, linked her fingers, and closed her eyes while relaxing into them. “Aye-aye, Ms. Espe– “ the ship A.I. stopped short. Elia opened one eye inquisitively for a moment to wait for the logical, calculating conclusion to her robotic companion’s response. None came. Most starship captains – especially ones flying solo, like Captain Elia Esperanza did – exchanged their A.I. infrastructure every seventy-thousand light years of travel. The only time you ever heard about ‘rogue A.I.’ committing some kind of atrocity aboard luxury cruise liners or orbiting research facilities were when the artificial sentience was given too much human sensory input. I was ready. What note?” Nicole inquired. I was REALLY mad at him when he first told me; but japanese he got to work on me (in more ways than one), and in the end I was looking forward to it (probably because he’d got me all worked-up and sexually frustrated). BANG! My heart skipped a beat as Savannah threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself close to me. Her tits smashed into my small tits face and I felt her knees come up onto the chair beside me. I couldn’t see what was going on down below, but soon enough I got Hardcore my answer. But he didn’t stop to let her think. She continued to rub up and down my shaft with her toes and pad of her cute foot. But no. 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