Project Prometheus

Chapter 1

Warning: The following story contains 18+ adult only content, sci-fi violence, visceral combat, nudity, graphic sexual scenes and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

Hello all. Just a quick foreword before thestory begins. This is my first foray into writing, and I hope that people like what I have to write about. I have had many ideas tumbling around in my head for years, and this is the first time I have given them any real form. A certain popular writer inspired me (You know who you are, sir!) to give this a shot, and I wanted to say thank you to him, for telling me that I should do so! Now shall we begin?

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The blocky yet agile freighter, the Darkstrider, tore through hyperspace on course with its destination. The pilot confirmed they would arrive at the system they were headed for in a few minutes. She turned her attention away from the blue tunneling glow just outside of the cockpit.

"Are you sure about this?" Inari asked Taal'ani, their lone Fel'caan crew mate and resident computer systems specialist. She stood up and stepped away from the pilot's chair, which turned slightly as she moved. The area behind her doubled as both cockpit and bridge on this old freighter. Several wall consoles and podiums lined the walls, each one displaying various readouts of the ship's systems and status.

A luminescent, yellowish-white light illuminated the area. A holographic projector, which emitted a bluish-white light, took up the space in the center of the bridge zone. The machine displayed still frame shots of a thin and unkempt man in his early forties, with an untrustworthy look about him. Inari Sunara straightened out her red spacer's jacket as she approached, her boots clicking on the floor. Scrutinizing the stills, the captain looked certain, but turned to her crew mate for confirmation.

"I checked the vids we pulled from the security systems and cross-referenced them with stills from before. It's him," Taal'ani replied in her girlish voice while looking up at her captain.

Even at forty-six, Inari still had both the face and body of a woman at least ten years younger. With classically beautiful features, like that of the ancient film actress; Audrey Hepburn, albeit much bustier. Dusky skin, inky black hair, and brown eyes were indicative of her Middle Eastern ancestry. She was always striking to look at, a fact well documented by the amount of looks she garnered while the crew were on shore leave. The simple outfit of dark blue synth-denim pants and bracingly tight tank top was enough to send most men over the edge.

Though the same could be said for Taal'ani, as dozens of men looked at her nearly as often. She was a Fel'caan, a race of cat people that looked like the perfect hybridization of human and cat. She had tiger striped fur, a cat like nose and feline features. The cat girl also had the typical teeth associated with cats, though her teeth didn't interfere with her speech. She had dirty blonde hair on her head like humans do, which oddly didn't clash with her fur. It just made her all that much more appealing.

Taal'ani's alluring, swaying walk always drew eyes to her sizable cleavage and massively round rear. Her beauty marked her as an exotic creature, as she always stood out wherever they went. Though her six-foot-four frame towered over that of her captain's five foot-ten, she knew who was in charge.

Taal'ani would often wear form fitting clothes out in public as she loved the attention. Since they were on the ship, she wore an old torn second-hand t-shirt and baggy cargo pants. She liked to relax when it was just the girls aboard the ship. Her arm computer was displaying the video and still comparison, lining up the faces so they matched.

"So, you are certain it's him?" Inari asked again, her alto tone resonating with power, as she was a woman used to giving commands.

"Positive. Ninety-seven point three percent match. It's definitely him," Taal'ani said to her captain, with a look in her green eyes that almost dared the human woman to defy her. Inari chuckled to herself as she turned and sat back down in her chair. She knew that muley look in Taal'ani's eyes, which confirmed that she had made sure that there were no mistakes in the man's identity.