Mothership (Private)

[FlamingCreeper]

This is a private RP for FlamingCreeper and The_Enigma. All other communication is prohibited. Please send a private message if you have any questions.

~FlamingCreeper

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"Bzzzzzt!" Rebecca's holographic phone buzzed in her pocket as she strolled across the courtyard, taking in the sights and sounds of home. Unlike most people, though, Becca's home was aboard a starship, the Alexander II, which was hurtling across the cosmos at top speed. Its destination: Terarria-3180, a supposed tropical paradise with all the recourses needed to extend the human empire. The trip there would take almost seven years, and it was on the trip that Rebecca was bound, using her extended knowledge to help shape the future of her people. Little did she know, however, that she would be a playing a bigger role that she ever would have thought possible in a problem nobody could have foreseen.

"Bzzzzzt!" This time, Becca picked up the phone, a small glass holoscreen with a shiny silver border, and looked at it. The caller ID read "Mom". Picking it up, she listened to the message her mom had left, as she was usually too busy in her second in command position to call her daughter:

"Hi sweetie. I'd just thought I'd let you know that I'm having a late day at work today trying to plan out the birth control for our new home. I'll be home around 11:00, and if you're still up, I've got a present for you. I hope your day is going well. Love, Mom."

Quickly, Becca told the phone to redial, but to her dismay, it went straight to her mailbox. After leaving a message saying she couldn't wait to see her that evening, she put the phone back in her pocket. It would be the last time she heard her mom's voice for a very long time.

Returning to her walk, Emma observed the few people nearby. Most were men in business suits, but there was a woman and her baby in a stroller, and an older girl carrying a backpack. Each one of them had a special gift that had allowed them to apply for the mission; Becca surmised that the men were on the planning committee, the woman was picked for her fertility and traits, and the older girl…well..."It might her intelligence, like me.", she thought. "That's why I'm here." Just then, Becca's phone buzzed again. Pulling it out, she read the message:

"The task you set titled "outing outside" is complete. Please return to your residence."

Setting the phone back in her pocket, Rebecca started to jog towards the end of the yard. There, she entered an elevator, where she ascended to the top floor. Then, she walked all the way down the long, carpeted hallway and entered the last door on the left into her apartment. Dropping her bag to the floor, she entered the huge living room, ornately decorated like her house back on earth, except bigger. Sitting down on the couch and pulling out her phone again to check her status updates, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. "Who is it?", Becca asked, looking up to find out.

[The_Enigma]

Tatyana Ilyich hunched over the computer, her left elbow on her desk as she cupped her chin with her left hand. To anyone that knew her it was a common posture for the teenager, who spent vast swaths of time in front of the machine. Tats (which was her nickname among her friends and family) was a gifted - some would say brilliant - young woman who had already earned a graduate degree in advanced technological engineering. She had been 'drafted' into the interplanetary exploration program by her government, despite having little inclination to join of her own volition. She would have gladly stayed on-planet, where she could gain access to labs with the most sophisticated tools and cutting-edge rendering programs.

Instead, here she sat in her smallish bedroom on a cramped starship heading for some godforsaken planet that would be their next 'utopia.'

"We need minds like yours to help build our future!" she mocked, imitating the voice of the government suit that recruited her. "Yeah, whatever. At least I could bring my hard-drive with me." The pale glow of the monitor lent her face a ghostly pallor in the dim light of her room. Her steady scrolling came to a halt as her eyes lit up over what was on the screen. "Oh damn," she breathed, "I forgot about this one." She leaned closer to the monitor and drank in the image. "Oh, that's hot..."

She licked her lips as she stared at the screen which displayed a picture of a woman in lingerie bound tightly to a table, struggling to free herself from her bonds. It was one on an extensive album that was buried deep in Tatyana's portable hard-drive.

Just as Tats began unbuttoning her shorts she heard the whoosh of the door and steps leading into the apartment.

"Shit!" she exclaimed under her breath, furiously exiting out of the several photo tabs she had open on her desktop. Her breaths came in rapid, shallow bursts as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. Clicking the "power down" option on her computer, she jumped from her chair and pivoted with a hand on the doorframe out into the common area. She heard Rebecca's voice call out "Who is it?" as she rounded the corner.

"Hey Becca!" she greeted, still a little short of breath. Despite her best efforts to present a casual demeanor, a faint blush tinged her cheeks. She had also forgotten to button her shorts.

[FlamingCreeper]

"Hey there, Tatyana.", Becca said unenthusiastically, just barely glancing up for the slightest of seconds to register her presence. Becca didn't even notice the fact that Tatyana was obviously hiding something, given her pants were slowly sliding down her bottom. Becca didn't really care much, though, and as long as she got her own free space, Tats could do whatever she pleased. Well, almost anything.

"I'm going to head up to my room.". Becca said, temporarily powering off her phone and standing up. "Just don't be loud and obnoxious, ok?"

Without waiting for a response, Becca walked off through the hallway to her own room, where she closed and bolted the door. The last thing she needed was Tatyana walking in on her changing and getting one of those strange ideas of hers. Stripping out of her tracksuit, Emma pulled out a clean pair of white panties, a matching bra, and a simple white t-shirt and jeans. Putting them on, Becca collapsed on her bed, plugged in her music, and watched the stars dance over her on the hologram porthole she had installed just a few days earlier.

Becca awoke what could have been a few minutes, or a few hours later, feeling refreshed and better. Pulling out her music and pocketing the device, Becca stepped out of her room, listening for Tatyana. Nothing. Tiptoeing across the carpet as not to disturb the peace, Becca pressed one pinky finger to Tatyana's door and pushed it open. Sheets, books and clothes were strewn everywhere, but Tatyana was nowhere in sight. She was just about to leave, when a blinking blue light caught her eye. Walking over to Tatyana's computer, Emma found the source of the light: an extra hard drive. Fingering it, she wondered why it would be here, of all places. "The central database has more than enough storage that she could have taken advantage of...why didn't she use it?" Rebecca was about to turn on the computer for a closer look, if not for the tiny sound of approaching footsteps. Diving below the bed, and worming herself underneath like a puppy dog, Becca would have been caught if not for the door catching on a loose bra on the floor and stopping. This gave Becca just enough time to hide, before someone entered the room, probably knowing about the hidden hard drive.