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Landing proved easy, the port of Esbeth was quite welcoming of off-worlders. The next part might be a bit harder; getting a stolen shipping container through customs.

[Well, yes, dex would be the appropriate stat for the weapon that you're using, but go ahead and tell me where you got that 16 from. Also, anything over a 6 is a successful hit in this system, so go ahead and roll your damage.]

The jungle planet came into view a day later, rich and untarnished by civilization. If he made straight for the spaceport, he would arrive in the sole settlement just as the sun was beginning to rise.

Tamara's soft breasts fit perfectly in Hilda's hands, and her pussy continued to squeeze her shaft rhythmically, with each thrust.

"I've gotten plenty of practice since the last time we did it like this," she replied, through grit teeth. "Gad damn, it still almost wasn't enough."

The nearest planet to where he was would be that new frontier world, with all the jungles on it. What did people call it, Mhen'ga? Galen knew that it had a space port, but being such a new settlement, law enforcement was pretty slim. The perfect place to look for people willing to take under the...

The glimmerlings reeled from the assault, but managed to stay in the air.

"Both her little pricks put together aren't even half what you are," Tamara strained to reply, as she was stretched tight around Hilda's massive shlong. Her pussy squeezed down on Hilda like a vice, and once again Hilda was surprised that the little auser could even manage to take all of her.

Sadly, the void were not so dumb as to leave the code on the very box the lock was on. And, the container was pretty standard; fully sealed, with a stasis effect inside to keep any perishables that might be inside from spoiling. The only thing that made it stand out was the lock on it. As for...

Tamara squealed even louder, as she raised up on her tip-toes. "God, I almost forgot how big you are," she cried.

The container was secured in the cargo hold of the ship. It was about the size of a refrigerator, bright orange in color, made of reinforced steel, and locked. A small number pad on the side of the crate flickered to life as soon as Galen came near it. Apparently, this container required a ten...

Draanok's flaming glaive arched through the air, igniting the pink smoke, which vaporized in a flash. He managed to connect with the lead glimmerling, slicing her in twain. She burst into a cloud of purple smoke before she even realized what had happened. Unfortunately, this left him wide open...

"Hilda, stop teasing," Tamara squealed.

Jumping out of the sector was a simple affair. Once he was out of immediate danger, the only question was; where to now? At least until he remembered the crate that he had snatched from the void. Just what had he gotten his hands on that had made them chase him like that?

[Nope, just different damage types.]

Galen's timing was on point, and just as the meteorite passed between him and the fighters, his ship seemed to disappear. The fighters just kept on going, as Galen's ship clung to the side of the meteor. The magnetic landing was really paying for itself today.

"Well, don't stop. I've been feeling a little aaAAHHH!" Tamara suddenly squealed, as she came. "A little sensitive lately."

[New game, new characters.]

[Well, if anyone's interested, I might be willing to start up another game.]

While Draanok kept the glimmerlings at bay with his flaming glaive, that didn't stop them from hurling several balls of pink magical energy at him. The spells burst into clouds of vapor upon hitting the ground, and Draanok found himself standing in a bright pink fog. [9 lust damage.] Castella...