Sablesword
TMF Master
- Joined
- Jun 13, 2001
- Messages
- 794
- Points
- 18
delayed getting these up
1. Stowaway
REPORT: Unauthorized cargo and/or illegal captives suspected on board free merchant vessel Honest H'rroyl, Reg# 892-374-394.
"Is here female of great yum-yum, Inspector-officer, yes. Was stowaway on ship Honest H'rroyl, yes. Ship named after ship-captain, myself, yes. Is honest ship with honest captain, yes. Avoids entanglements with Hutts and other great criminals, yes. Put stowaway yum-yum in restraints, yes. Did it myself, I did, yes. Yum-yum stowed away at boring world like wet Tatooine, yes. Says would of boredom died there, yes. Would be possible, heh heh, yes. Go to Station Lorelei, she wants, yes. Will turn yum-yum female to custody yours, yes. Honest and official is the situation, yes. But is here also data-certificate for yum-yum ownership, yes. Data-cert forged of best authentic quality, yes. Turn over data-cert to you, as honest Inspector-officer, yes? Boring inspection-entanglements we both can avoid, yes? Ah, it is good to deal with other honest beings, Inspector-officer, yes yes."
RESOLUTION: No indication of captives found, illegal or otherwise. All cargo determined to be in order.
2. "Lorelei Station: Delta-249" aka Don't Feel Blue
Diplomatic Memorandum 84-927B prohibits the presence of Starfleet personnel on Lorelei Station without Guild escort, and also prohibits Guild dealers on Lorelei Station from adding Starfleet personnel to their stock. The following data entry must therefore be a spoof, rather than a record of any actual transmission:
Puhg to Sehlat. Request position check.
[...]
Confirm my position is Delta-249. That is what I thought, but this 'Lorelei Station' is a maze.
[...]
Confirm that there is a humanoid female here, but she is not Commander Meileli.
[...]
Yes I am certain, Lieutenant. For one thing, she is blue, not green.
[...]
I have asked her, Lieutenant. She claims that she only speaks Klingon.
[...]
I agree, she is not a native speaker. She is 'pulling my leg' as I believe you Earthers say.
[...]
No, I do not believe that she will jump me from behind when I leave. Trust me on this, Lieutenant. Puhg out.
3. In Irons
They had stripped her nude as a matter of course. All of Lord Lewyh's new acquisitions were treated so when first brought to his citadel. In her case, however, Rettu had also ordered an iron collar and iron chains. She was an elf-maid, after all, and elves are known to be tricksy. Proud, fair, and graceful, yes, but most of all tricksy.
The simplest precautions are often the best, and elf-magic has no power against black iron. She could work no glamour when shackled so, nor twist minds when iron encircled her neck. She was now naught but a captive female in a harem built to hold females captive, and Lord Lewyh would trifle with her, just as she had once trifled with him.
4. Yet Another Green Skinned Slave Woman, 2012 edition.
(Bonus geek points to those who recognize the species of the dealer based on his speech patterns.)
"To not purchase this one, Earth-human Sir! To acknowledge her seductiveness. To point out the dangers. The green shade of her skin. The vicious animal nature of her spirit. The necessity of firm restraints for the safety of onlookers. The impossibility of resistance, against an unbound green she. To note the cunning of her smile. To recall the weakness of Earth-humans to her species. To suggest that the Sir's credits be better spent elsewhere. To propose instead a brain-tailed female of much yum-yum. To offer a horned blue nymph of great cuteness. The displays elsewhere. The auctions soon to commence. The many choices of much greater suitability.
"Alas! To be swept along by the Earth-human's madness. To regard with bittersweetness the great short-term profit. To bemoan the loss of a repeat customer. The ritual wailing and gnashing of mandibles. The need to receive payment up front. The delicate inquiry as to the location of delivery..."
1. Stowaway
REPORT: Unauthorized cargo and/or illegal captives suspected on board free merchant vessel Honest H'rroyl, Reg# 892-374-394.
"Is here female of great yum-yum, Inspector-officer, yes. Was stowaway on ship Honest H'rroyl, yes. Ship named after ship-captain, myself, yes. Is honest ship with honest captain, yes. Avoids entanglements with Hutts and other great criminals, yes. Put stowaway yum-yum in restraints, yes. Did it myself, I did, yes. Yum-yum stowed away at boring world like wet Tatooine, yes. Says would of boredom died there, yes. Would be possible, heh heh, yes. Go to Station Lorelei, she wants, yes. Will turn yum-yum female to custody yours, yes. Honest and official is the situation, yes. But is here also data-certificate for yum-yum ownership, yes. Data-cert forged of best authentic quality, yes. Turn over data-cert to you, as honest Inspector-officer, yes? Boring inspection-entanglements we both can avoid, yes? Ah, it is good to deal with other honest beings, Inspector-officer, yes yes."
RESOLUTION: No indication of captives found, illegal or otherwise. All cargo determined to be in order.
2. "Lorelei Station: Delta-249" aka Don't Feel Blue
Diplomatic Memorandum 84-927B prohibits the presence of Starfleet personnel on Lorelei Station without Guild escort, and also prohibits Guild dealers on Lorelei Station from adding Starfleet personnel to their stock. The following data entry must therefore be a spoof, rather than a record of any actual transmission:
Puhg to Sehlat. Request position check.
[...]
Confirm my position is Delta-249. That is what I thought, but this 'Lorelei Station' is a maze.
[...]
Confirm that there is a humanoid female here, but she is not Commander Meileli.
[...]
Yes I am certain, Lieutenant. For one thing, she is blue, not green.
[...]
I have asked her, Lieutenant. She claims that she only speaks Klingon.
[...]
I agree, she is not a native speaker. She is 'pulling my leg' as I believe you Earthers say.
[...]
No, I do not believe that she will jump me from behind when I leave. Trust me on this, Lieutenant. Puhg out.
3. In Irons
They had stripped her nude as a matter of course. All of Lord Lewyh's new acquisitions were treated so when first brought to his citadel. In her case, however, Rettu had also ordered an iron collar and iron chains. She was an elf-maid, after all, and elves are known to be tricksy. Proud, fair, and graceful, yes, but most of all tricksy.
The simplest precautions are often the best, and elf-magic has no power against black iron. She could work no glamour when shackled so, nor twist minds when iron encircled her neck. She was now naught but a captive female in a harem built to hold females captive, and Lord Lewyh would trifle with her, just as she had once trifled with him.
4. Yet Another Green Skinned Slave Woman, 2012 edition.
(Bonus geek points to those who recognize the species of the dealer based on his speech patterns.)
"To not purchase this one, Earth-human Sir! To acknowledge her seductiveness. To point out the dangers. The green shade of her skin. The vicious animal nature of her spirit. The necessity of firm restraints for the safety of onlookers. The impossibility of resistance, against an unbound green she. To note the cunning of her smile. To recall the weakness of Earth-humans to her species. To suggest that the Sir's credits be better spent elsewhere. To propose instead a brain-tailed female of much yum-yum. To offer a horned blue nymph of great cuteness. The displays elsewhere. The auctions soon to commence. The many choices of much greater suitability.
"Alas! To be swept along by the Earth-human's madness. To regard with bittersweetness the great short-term profit. To bemoan the loss of a repeat customer. The ritual wailing and gnashing of mandibles. The need to receive payment up front. The delicate inquiry as to the location of delivery..."
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