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[Tearlach]

It was the dawn of the third age of Fur-kind, 16 years after the Earth-Minbeari War. The Babylon project was a dream given form, its goal to prevent another war by creating a place where Furries and aliens could work out their differences peacefully and have strange and unusual sex.
It is a port of call, a home away from home, a knocking shop, for diplomats, hustlers, entrepreneurs and wanderers. Furries and aliens wrapped in two million,five hundred thousand tonnes of spinning metal. All alone in the night.
It can be a dangerous place, but it is our last, best hope to make a quick quid, I mean to find peace. (of ass. )

This is the story of the last of the babylon stations, its name;

BABYLON: FUR

The five mile long Babylon 6 station is located in the neutral area of space, the Euhaulit sector, and orbits a uninhabited planet designated Epsilon 3. It is the 3rd of July, the year is 2265 and the Babylon Station is coming on line.
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[Abi_Western]

Emily sighed and crossed her legs, sitting in her seat as the last of the transfer pods made their way around the station. The last of the morning transfers, she would make her way to the secure terminals and get outfitted for another day of duty. The excitement of a conduct breaking individual being chased down the metal corridors, the thrills, the wrestling of the criminal minded to the boring filing of constructive accidents and paperwork mixed with coffee and doughnuts. It was always joy to not know whether today will be the safe boring sameness or the adventurous whacking of some guy with her stun baton after they try to smuggle something on board. Right now however, it didn't matter, she would have to sit in the damn pod with the other idiots who are too cheap to spend some credits on Encryption keys to get instantaneous travel inside the ship.

He messed with the buttons at the side of her seat, air conditioning, radio, opening and closing the shutters over the little window she could look out at the planet below. She could tell her constant toying was irritating the other passengers but Fuck'em she thought. She sighed yet again and looked out the window, seeing that they were nearing the second docking bay inside the station she straightened up in her seat and got ready for another day.

She entered the docking bay and picked up her PDA, luggage was easily transferred quicker and through a different system so it was waiting for her on her arrival. She stood in her spot for a while and checked the list of things she had to do today, and an email from the Chief Superintendent, looked like she would be paroling the walkways around the lounging areas. With that she smiled a bit, knowing she might get to see some action, and walked on through the tunnel- like corridors, looking out the large screens and down to the uninhabited planet every now and again.

(I hope I'm doing this right)
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My Fursona

[xAlucardx]

Aedan started his day off as he would any other, getting dressed in his issued uniform, grabbing his pistol, getting a cup of coffee, and heading to his station in the Defense Control Sector. As he did every morning, he thought to himself, What am I doing here? Where was the action he had so hoped to be apart of? He had not once taken part in a fight that was not pure training. He longed to see the action that he had only heard of as a kid. Until then, he was stuck in this daily routine.

It was going to be a boring day, just like the others. A day filled with the constant monitoring of a port that seemed so peaceful. Why does this place even need defense, it seems like no one would ever attack it. I'd rather be on the front lines on some distant planet. The halls were quite as he entered the DCS. The beeping of monitors and rustling of papers suddenly flooded Aedan's ears.
"Status?" he asked to his main controller.
"All clear sir" Came the reply
"Of course it is."

He entered his office (if you could call it that) and was greeted by a stack of papers. Wonder what it is today, does the Commander need another empty report, or did I finally get reassigned. Soon after he settled in, the phone on his desk began to ring.
"Defense, Lt. Hilt speaking" Aedan answered
"Sir, Sergeant Reynolds of the B6 fighter squadron"
"What is it Sergeant?"
"I was ordered to call and report that we are ready and standing by" The young Sergeant said.
"Tell your men to stand down, nothing's going to happen today."
"Yes Sir!"
Aedan put his head in his hands and thought, Someone help me, please.
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Fursona Áedán Hilt
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[Pachs]

Shardik woke to the sound of his alarm going of. For a few seconds he just simply laid there looking up from his bed while the alarm continued to beep at him. He got up slowly and slammed a hand down onto the alarm clock silencing it. He then stood made his way to the sonic shower and getting ready for work. After the shower like always he looks at himself in the mirrior for a few minuites glaring at the visable scars that seemsed to shot out from the back of his head. He touched his hand to the back of his head. Like always it was cold and unfeeling. He then thaught the same thought he had everytime "If I was the the one that performed my surgery; I would have at least done a half decent job. Then I wouldn't have all this damn scar tissue." The same thought every morning.

He got his uniform out and dressed quickly, making sure his hidden pistol was out of site it would not help the patients to see the doctor carrying a gun. He exited his quarters and made his way down to the medical center. He walked straight upright like a shoulder at attention; but this was not on purpose the cybernetic spine that had replaced his did not allow for vary detailed movements of his back. So he walked head straight forward.

He made his way into the Medical Bay; and like usual there were more people there now then when he left. Some people simply could not stay out of a bar fight. He began the routine of his day simply having to take care of nearly anyone that wondered in weather under there own power or not.
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-Nathan Explosion‎-
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[furrynerd]

andrew woke up to see whats happening.he silenced his alarm clock.

he changed into his uniforn got his gun and walked to where everyone was.waiting to do his job assisting.

made his way to people he knew.started a normal routine of going to people who needed assistance.
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[Katmir]

Yellow tape across the living quarters designated the area as a crime scene. Overturned furniture. Dashed decor. Empty bottles from Feer Beer to illegal Narn Ale were strewn about. Articles of clothing hung and lay around as if a dryer had exploded there. Markings on the floor depicted two bodies engaged in rear-end sex. A well endowed female pitching and a well endowed male catching.

A warbling electronic alarm came from the clock in the bedroom. A pop-music video station came alive from the wall-screen. An expresso machine began concocting three grande shots. A loud man yelled from the desktop computer.

"Agent Mahal! Agent Mahal, why aren't you at your post? Agent Mahaaal..!"

A loud clang came from the lavatory. "Agh! Aw, bloody smeg..!" The green fox lay prostrate before the Porcelain God, ears twitching back as he rubbed his skull. He squinted his eyes towards the noise and scrambled on his elbows towards it, dragging the weight of his wobbly legs and the Centauri blow up doll attached to his tail.

"Agent Mahal, this is Superintendent Cluck. I'm fully aware of how incredibly inactive things seems to be on the surface of Babylon 6, but that does not allow you the, ah... luxury of treating your duty time as if it were perpetual happy hour."

He triumphantly manages to get his snout over the edge of the desk, and pushes on the comm button. "Agent Service at your sir, Mahal..! Agent Mahal at your service, sir!" The doll squeaks behind him.

"Oh, is there someone with you?"

"Uh, no sir."

"Very well. Were was I?"

"Perpetual post-time, sir."

"Ah, yes. No."

"No?"

"No post-time at your post, Agent!"

"Nooo..?"

"Yes! Relations between Earth and damn near everyone else are strained as it is. We need to earn their trust and vice-versa, not end up in a drunken orgy of..."

"But, sir! It's all part of my investigation of this suspicioulsy serene and sparkling clean space station. Drink a round or ten with the crew, and next thing you know they drop their guard, drop their drawers..."

"No, no, no! We cannot afford another Deep Space 69 incident this year."

"Oh yeah! That husky babe from the Pleadies System. Mmmm... You know they have six breasts and two hoohas there?"

"Agent Mahal! Time waits for no one. Despite the lack of action on Babylon 6, you are always on duty! Get into uniform, and you go march into your office and await further instructions!"

"Yes, sir!", the green fox exclaimed, executing a perfect standing salute and morning wood. He then faced to his right, causing the fan-haired blow up doll to squeak as he propmtly walked off-screen.

"Oh, good grief, Agent."

A loud crash of glass and a loud thump announced Katmir's defeat to gravity.

"Fecking sheee-it..!"

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[Tearlach]

On the Command deck of the new station standing before the main docking computer consol was Commander Beibhinn Stewart, the second in command. The vixen was supervising the docking of the many space ships wishing to visit B6. Freighters, couriers, passenger liners and shuttles from dozens of different races waited, some patiently, others less so.
It was with one of these more restless visitors that Beibhinn was disscussing
the situation when Brigadier Tearlach Desson walked in.
" Gorn freighter B'Nora remain in position. The Minbeari ambassadors flyer has priority over you!"
The captain of the freighters lizard face glared out of the view screen his multi-compound eyes glittering.
" Gorn here fffirst" It hissed "Gorn wait too lllong, Gorn dock noww!"
The Freighter began to manoever out of his holding position towards the entrance of the station's main docking ports.
" activate defencegrid. Target the Gorn ship!" Beibhinn barked.
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[ShadowFox13]

Panting heavily a male wolf rounds a corner in the market district of Sigma 12 with a security officer in close pursuit.

“Officer Miller…” **Pant** “…in foot pursuit of a potential weapons trafficker…” **Pant** Miller turns the corner as well and sees how much farther ahead of him the wolf is. “…What the hell is this one a track star or something…” **Pant**
The pair continued running through the market gathering spectators.
“This is Officer Miller and I’m about to loose… …visual contact. The target is rounding another corner and….”

The sound of bone cracking echoes down the corridor and Miller forces his body to move faster. He turns down the side corridor and stops in his tracks. The wolf was lying on his back writhing in pain with an armored canine standing above him.

Miller looked up at the individual still trying to catch his breath.

“Relax, I’ve only winded him.”

**Pant** “But the sound…”

“Well I may have broken a few of his ribs in the process.”

Miller looked down at the wolf for a few moments before checking it’s pulse.

“Anyways I thank you for your help and since you aided me in capturing him I’ll overlook your excessive armament and wave the fines.”

The canine started laughing, “When did I ever say that I stopped him for you?”

“Excuse me?” Miller started to move his hand towards his phaser.

“I didn’t capture him for you, I captured him for my employer.”

Miller didn’t like the situation and decided to stall him, hopefully long enough for more officers to arrive. “What do you mean?”

“Well an employer is someone who pays you and expects you to do what you’ve been paid to do. And I’ve been paid to bring this piece of trash back to my employer, alive, so he can answer for a bad weapons deal that he tried to get away with.” He noticed the officer place his hand on his non-lethal energy sidearm and draws his Mor-94 Hammer before the office can react any farther. “Do you really think that little thing is really going to effect me in this suit?”

“Now I recognize that equipment! Your with the USISF!!”

“Not since the war with The Armies of Orion. Now if you would please lay down on your stomach and calmly place your hands on the back of your head. I would really like to not have to shoot you but you’re putting me behind schedule.”

Remembering his training Officer Miller did as he was told and could only watch as the commando threw the injured wolf over his shoulder and disappeared from sight.

Later in Shadow’s personal fighter as it warped away from Sigma 12

Shadow was talking on a communicator with his contractor to inform them that the mission was a success.

“…Yes I’ve successfully tracked and acquired the target.” Shadow sighs, “Yes he’s alive, a little banged up but still alive.”

A very confused expression comes across Shadow’s face. “WHAT!?!? How the hell am I supposed to know if he’s been...?” the sick and twisted indivudals I end up working for now a days. “…look whatever you plan to do to him is none of my business or concern just as long as I get paid. Now where are we doing the handoff?”

“But there is nothing in the Euhaulit sector, you better not be setting me up!! …Fine I’ll be waiting on the surface of Epsilon 3 at the R.P. and remember, if you’re late not only is the pizza free but my cost goes up as well….”
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[Aaron_Thom]

Babylon 6: Docking Bay 2

Jacob Cole stepped off his transport and walked towards customs. He pulled out his Identicard and handed it to the security officer. The officer scanned it and nodded.

“Enjoy your stay mister Cole.”

Jacob just smirked, took his card and walked off.

‘God there are days I wish I was back in my fighter killing Earth Alliance pukes like him.’

Jacob just sighed and stated to head to his new room. Since a lot of traffic came through B6 he decided to move his shipping and transport business here. Though he didn’t like the fact that Earth Force personnel controlled the station he was willing to suck up his pride and get his business moving.

After a while he finally arrived at his new home. He quickly settled in and a few hours later he was in the Zocalo talking with a Narn.

“Well Ta’cor, it seems everything is in order. Payments in and the cargo checks out. I’ll have your shipment ready and in 50 standard hours.”

Ta’cor thanked Jacob and after shaking his hand walked away.

Jacob smiled and leaned back on his chair, pleased with his first business transaction.

‘The cargo will arrive safe and sound and I’ll get paid very well.’

He looked at the time. The standard time was 3:00PM. He had about thirty minutes till his next meeting. He called a waitress over and ordered some water.
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[Chaosengine]

"Ya know, Blip, I'm one proud chunk of man!" Jack flexed his narwhal muscles and smiled. "That's right, growl for me tiger!"

The captain stared at his own reflection as his First Mate stared at the view screen, sweating bullets.

"Uh... sir..." The lizard peeped.

"Not now, I'm wallowing in my own man-itude."

"But... sir!" Dripper tugged his collar.

"What??" Jack whirled around, his face lined with annoyance.

"We're in the docking bay!!" Blip braced for impact.

The large, D.E.R.P. vessel tore past others waiting in line and forced a certain Gorn ship flat against the ceiling. It's captain and crew were squashed against the walls.

Bringing the ship to a screeching halt, the captain non-chalantly adjusted his clothes.

"Open a frequency to the station's Central Control!" He smirked like an idiot.

"Shouldn't we exchange insurance info?" Blip croaked.

"Nonsense, everyone knows the Gorn are creepy and unattractive, no one will notice." He rubbed his teeth. "Any spinach?"

The lizard groaned with disgust and hailed the station.

"Captain Jack Blastoff, representing the D.E.R.P.!" Blastoff beamed. "We just arrived from a rather nasty battle with the denizens of Uranus! Thanks to my man-pedoes, I gave those Anus' a pounding they won't forget... no homo."

"Good lord..." Dripper nearly choked.

"Requesting permission to penetrate your bay with my trusty ship... the U.S.S. Enter-Her-Prize!" He sneered.

The captain pictured in his head the dozens of scantily clad space-station babes he would soon be plowing.

"Blip, once we dock, fetch my sex pants!" He ordered.

"You mean the ones with the flap in front?" Blip sqeamed.

"Correct!" Jack posed. "For easy access!"

"Ugh..." Dripper face-palmed.
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"One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster.
The bars are temples, but the pearls ain't free...
You'll find a god in every golden cloister,
And if you're lucky then the god's a she..."

[dragonfly]

barondox the city of brite light's gambling and organized crime or as a black snake put it the scum of the galxy.

rounding a connor he could see the light sign's of casino's restrants and the more popler strip club's the black snake sighed and headid depper into the city stoping every once and a while to shacke off a drunkun idiot who thought he was a prositue.

walking a futher 10 mintes he stoped outside a buliding and looked up at the sign witch in brite light words read CANNONS OF JOY STRIPCLUB.

about to walk into the building he was stoped by the bouncer a short but muscular looking rat with the face that resembled a back end of a bus

"and where do you think your going naga" the rat said with a dark smile

the black snake not even looking at him pulled out a letter and shoved it into the rat's hand.

after the rat read the letter he looked at the snake and stammerd "y..y..your that legndry please please come in" the rat said in a scared voice

leting the black snake in and bowed as the snake entered loud muisc could be hared along with people shouting

walking to a booth where a large rhino sat with who seemed to be enjoying the compny of two half naked wolf's the snake couged to get the attion of the rhino.

looking up the rhino saw the snake and smiled "ahhh finally your here please sit down ladies if ya dont mind we need to talk alone" the wolfs walked of and left the snake and rhino to talk

the black snake takeing a seat infront of the rhino placed the same letter he had shown the rat on the table and craked his neck

"what is this cannon you want me and my team to head to pardox 9 to find some old gang mafia that has been dead for 5 years" the snake hissed angrily at haveing his time wasted

"now now" the rhino smiled "i whant you to find him as he's still alive you see we have proff that the scum faked his death and is still very much alive we want you to bring him back here alive the pay for his capter is 50'000 credits" he smiled

"i dont see how this has anyth... what 50'000 credits fine i acept this mission whats the info i need" the black snake's eye's had been looking around the stripclub and had spoted a young sexy green mamba.

the music was being to bother him and so was the peoples shouting he justed wanted to leave and go back to his base but the green snake danceing changed his mind

"all the info has been sent to your ship and ahhh i see you like my newst girl leannna come here and meet my freind"

the black's snake's eye's followed her till she stood in front of them and giggled at him

"leanna keep my vip guest compny and do whatever he ask's of you i must be leaving and have a good night" the rhino laughed as he stood up and left the snakes together.

"so what ya name cutey" the green snake smiled as she took his hand and lead him though the stripclub to the private room's

the black snake smiled greeidly and followed the green snake "my names toby walker" the black snake hissed before he shut the room's door.
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[Drofgod969]

"Take that cumpresser out and put this in... and replace that with this, and... oh SHHIII!" The mouse yelled as he fell out of bed.
"Oh good just a dream." He wisperd as he stood up. note to self alwase check and make sure the replacement cell is not cracked. He thougth as he streached. He then reached for the light switch that hung infront of his hand. He pulled and it lit the room.

"Why am i still here?" He asked himself as he looked over the 5x5 foot room he was in. The bed that he fell from on his left. A small desk on the opasite corner with some paper and a P.D.A. on it. A meatle slide door to his right, on it was a welding scar of a hole that was welded back. And a few photos scatterd on his wall, some of guns and others of people he knew from before comeing here.
"Why am i still here? i got the upgrades i need..." He trailed off as he looked at his left hand and then tutched his left eye.
"Oh well enof of that, gatta get to work!" He yelled as he got on all fours and grabed a black shirt and bluejeans from under his bed.

"Wow gatta do loundry here soon." he wispered as he pulled the pants over his boxers and put on the shirt. As he stood infront of the door nothing happend. "What the?" He asked himself as looked at it. Then banged on it once, twice, with both hands.
"Oh come on not today!" He yelled at the door.
"God, son of a... you... Oh today is going to be a long day." He mumbled as he grabed his tail and set the cutter to fition and started cutting a hole big enof for him to fit in. As he finnished the meatle plate hit the ground with a pang.
"Good thing your skinny... Maybe i should keep it off scence you like to stay shut." He argued with the door as he crawled out.
"Bleh i'll put it back later." he said and as he turned around the door opened and shut.
"You son of a!" He started as he picked up the disk and threw it at the door.
"Today is going to be a really long day." He said after it hit the door but before it hit the ground.

"Gatta get the place up." he stated as he looked around. The room was about 20x30 feet. To the right about three feet from him was another sliding door with "autherized person only" eched in it. The other side wall was glass from waist up. In the middle of that wall was a door to the outside. On eather side of the door from five feet away and ten feet back was display casses that were empty. On the wall to his right was a workbench that was bair but one weapon on it that looked like some kind of bazooka. He quickly got over the disply cases and unlocked the door. He then flicked on a small neon light that read "Dain's Gunsmithing" and below it said "Open".

Dain smiled and quckly got to his workbench.
"Ok lets see what he left." Dain said to himself as he looked it over.
"Defenitly the 59 moddle... now is it civ or milt grade? He asured it was civ but need to make sure." Dain said as he grabbed his tail and cut a peace off. Don't see the antihack meck... nope not there. Good then i can work on it. Dain thought as he took another small plate off. As he took it off the bazzoka started to beep.
"Oh come on!" Dain yelled as it exploded and sent him flying into a wall.
"Owch." He twitched
"Swiched were it was... Definitly milt grade. Today is defenitly going to be a long day." Dain said as he rold off his head and stood up.
"Need to invest in a amor plate... and get more shirts. Now where is that medkit?"
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Some weep, some cry, some make couches fly. - Katmir
Let me stand behind you in times of peace, let me stand infront of you in times of war, let me stand beside you as a equall, as a friend.

[Abi_Western]

Emily walked down the corridor, the lights above her head flickered a bit and about 4 heads looked up, power fluctuations were a common enough occurrence but usually it didn't alert attention so easily. But Emily didn't need to be concerned with it, and neither did anyone else who noticed it. As she walked she could hear so many footsteps, pressing and tapping on the shiny surface which spread nearly as far as she could see, the corridor seemed to be everlasting, and slightly curving as she looked down it... Down it, she thought, smiling a bit to herself, for for all she knew she really was walking up it, or down. The beauty of a space station was the ability to design it in three dimensions, and with artificial gravity you could build it upside down or even sideways and noone would care or think it irregular. Emily kept walking and stopped thinking the usual silly speculations she thought like the previous, and took out her PDA again, deciding to be a bit more productive. Examining it and scrolling down through the list, she noted that she would need to see the chief superintendent first before going on duty.

Finally, she arrived at the station for general policing of sector 8. Looking in through the small telecommunicator, she pressed the access button on the screen. It presented a logo of the Babylon station with a circular symbol going around it, hat was the police protection symbol. A sweet voice which seemed to sound like two people talking at once said "Welcome to the BSPS for sector 8. Please state the nature of your visit." Emily leaned forward to the small screen, she had encountered these service bots before, the telecom on the last station she served in used one. "Um, New transfer. Superintendent Watson, S." Emily was a bit unsure of the correct response but it usually worked to be plain and simple. "Hold please for confirmation." said the voice from the screen before playing some music. Emily sighed and waited, the tune it was playing was annoying and it was taking a long time to confirm. "Thank you, voice key correct, door unlocking." The voice answered, and the door to the station opened up to let her in.

And in she came, the precinct of sector 8, seemed decent enough to her. Walking forward she noticed one or two ugly mugs being dragged up and down into rooms by cops, she gazed at some of them with a bit of curiosity. Would she get to deal with the mugs like that? She hoped so, anything would be better than sitting snugly behind a desk all day in her opinion. She looked around some more and noticed the reception desk, she approached it firmly and laid her hands down on it, there was a striking young man, a fix, standing behind it who seemed to be engulfed in his work, typing down alot of information into his computer. "Can I help you?" he managed to ask without stopping or looking up at her from his computer. Emily answered him with a bit of annoyance in her voice. "Yeah, I'm the new arrival. I was told to speak with the chief superintendent before getting started." The fox still did not show any kind of interest and hardly any acknowledgement of Emily's presence, but he raised one hand while still typing with the other and pointed to a silvery glass door. "Just tell the escebox you want to go there, I'll tell him your coming." Emily nodded to him and decided to test just how hard this fox was trying to work. "So, will you be doing much after your shift?" She asked, now resting her arms on the desk and sticking her butt up into the air as she looked at the fox. He just responded "Mhm, alot." and continued working, Emily stood back up and rolled her eyes, then walking to the escebox she opened it with the control button. "Which room would you like to visit within the precinct?" A voice similar to the fist voice said. "Chief Superintendent Huxler's office." There was an elevator type of rising noise but the escebox moved horizontally as they normally did.

The doors opened and Emily found herself in another room, Huxler's office. It was very clean, the silvery grey walls were decorated with memorabilia and achievements, awards and digital portraits depicting moments of career history. All Hulxler's. Huxler had a curving desk in his office, it was littered with PDA's and other mediums for portable tasking and information, he had many older things in his workspace too, books for instance, pens and even writing paper. As if anyone ever needs to use it anymore, and this was also one thing that made Huxler impressive, he had newspaper clippings on his walls depicting his heroic deeds. Newspaper was old you see. And so was Huxley. Quite the office hero and wise sage. There were also interesting rumours of the impressive size of his package, one of the reasons Emily wanted to "Meet" him. And today he was sitting in front of her with his chair turned away from her, looking out the large window to the planet below. "So, Emily, You're the new girl in the sector, correct?" The wolf Huxley had a dark and threatening voice, but there was something in it that was also comforting, as if the anger in his voice was meant for other people. Emily looked over his desk, disappointed to see a picture of Huxley and what appeared to be his son and a loving wife. Damnit she though before responding to his question."Yes, sir. That's me. Emily Watson."
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[xAlucardx]

Aedan lifted his head out of his hands and began to look through the stack of papers on his desk.
"mmhmm....
screw you
screw you
screw you" he said flipping through.

It wasn't long before Beibhinn's warning made its way to the DCS. Suddenly, the red warning lights began to flash, and the beeping became rapid in warning.
What the.....oh my god this is it!
Aedan burst out of his office, spilling his coffee, and exclaimed, "status!!"
"We have an order from the Commander, a Gorn ship is approaching fast. Target."
"Alright," Aedan said "fire three warning shots, keep them clean!"

The Ports defense guns blasted a quick three shots, passing straight in front of the Gorn ship's bridge. The ship showed no slowing, and Aedan quickly yelled, "Prepare to target the Gorn ship!! Pvt. Able, radio up to Command for the go ahead."


THIS IS MORE LIKE IT Aedan screamed in his head.
Pvt Able quickly called the Bridge, and said, "They"re not stopping! permission to fire?"
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Fursona Áedán Hilt
Fur Affinity

[Pachs]

The only one true part of his days; where during his break he and one of the Nurses a lovely Brown Fox how he would spend the entire 30 min break with in the on-call room of the medical center. It was not Sex for love or compassion; no it was simply sex for the sake of pleasure. Her screams echoed down the halls. They both never tried to hide what they where doing; in fact the thrill that other people know really drove the Nurse crazy. As he slammed into her she would scream loader and loader just thinking of all those people hearing it; she wanted to give them a real show..He clawed at her breast leaving thin trails of blood, she bit his neck drawing blood. And he drove into her harder...And she continued to scream..Until in one moment the scream would stop and then there would come the loudest scream of all...She arched her back and dug her nails into his arms...Letting out one final load and powerful scream...And as she came her flower tightened onto him like a vice with one powerful thrust he shoot into her...Even he screamed as he came; there screams could be heard through almost the entire medical center.The Nurse laid there in a panting and sweating with the Doctor laying on top of her. He pulled out cleaned himself off and got dressed again..He left her there giving her all the time she needed to recover..But now there was a faint trace of a smile on his face as he worked...
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"Shake the hand that shook the world"
-Randall Flagg-

"Bleach is healthy... It's mostly water; and we're mostly water. Therefore, we are bleach."
-Nathan Explosion‎-
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[Katmir]

Being a level 12 psychic was not just an honor, but an opportunity for exploitation that made him giddy with excitement. The three grande shots of Godzillian expresso also helped. He managed to clean up and put his quarters in order in no-time. Now, he inspected his MetaPol uniform, similar in design as the original black on black, now a dark violet with black stripes. The insignia was the same, and he buffed it with a special cleaner, spraying his gleaming laser proof codpiece as well. He took one last look at the chronometer and blew a kiss at his reflection in the dresser mirror.

"Fuck yeah, I'd fuck me."

Considering that waiting at his post, meaning the MetaPol Office, for a call to action was a near coma-inducing experience, Katmir made the most of his caffeine booster during his hike there. He cracked his neck, took a deep breath, and expanded his sensual perception...

Down the corridors he noted that his pachyderm neighbors were satisfied with their spouse swapping escapade with a giraffe couple from the other side of Babylon Sex. Uh, rather Six.

In the turbolift, he felt the cold cold ignorance of speciesm from a neon pink gorrilla guerrilla on holiday under doctor's orders. But deeper in that lay the fact that his advances were turned down by a green vixen from a burlesque show in Orion. With access to a whole cosmos full of sexy women, he hasn't been laid in...

"Fifteen years!? How's the Amazing Portable Pussy workin' out fer ya, Cornelius?"

After a quick checkup by B6 Paramedics in the area, and suffering no internal bleeding, Agent Mahal continued on his trek to his office. There were two notable disturbances concerning the Station that involved a rather barbaric scalie ship. First there was the feeling of great impatience, and then, "splat". It was weird because suddenly Katmir felt the urge to scromp something fierce. That rather strong male presence would require some "bloodhound" work for after-hours.

He shook off the thought while passing by a BSPS Station, in case anyone there had a good but unrecognized psi-ranking. He didn't want to be caught eavesdropping or projecting because MetaPol services would be needed from time to time. Or a good blowfuck. What?

"Yo, who dat?", he exhaled as a ginger tabby police officer with an incredible body in a spandex uniform made her way into the BSPS station. He slapped his own face and resumed his march, pausing briefly to adjust his codpiece. His MetaPol office was nearby.

He was already counting the hours until he'd clock-out of his desk and hit Zocalo's for lunch. Just then, a sensation like that of a rubber band popping on his brain ensued for five long seconds. It was Superintendent Cluck waiting on the other side of the MPO lobby.

"No drinking on duty, Agent Mahal. You're here until 5pm."

"But, Sir! It's five o'clock somewhere. And besides, I'm the only CSI agent 'ere, and there's no C! I'll bring you a cruller and some caramel dip."

Katmir now met face to face with his avian boss inside the incredibly quiet, grey colored, so clean it's sterile MetaPol Office.

"It's way too early for that nonsense, Agent. Now, you have some training scheduled for today..."

"Supernova!"

"... with our new database software..."

He rolled his eyes. "Bossa-nova."

"... O.D.I.E., Operations Data Index Element. Well go on now."

"Chevy Nova.", with a facepalm.

"Oh, did you buy one?"

"No, sir..."

"Oh good, good. Don't be discouraged. You never know when things will be looking up for you at this Station."

"It does look like it'd make an awesome dildo."

"Come again?"

"It does look like it's great, sir. I've gotta go."

Superintendent Cluck immediately resumed his duties as Katmir sank into his cubicle. He turned on his computer, and stared at his centerfold screen-saver with a sigh and a smile.

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[Tearlach]

In C&C Beibhinn could not believe her eyes. Throwing her hands in the air she shouted to the room in general.
" What the hell just happened?!"
Her aide,a female mouse looked up from the scanner console in from of her and spoke with a soft Irish accent " Well commander, t'is difficult to be sure. To be sure. But it looks like we have just had the most all mighty pile up in the docking bay.
Beibhinn turned her red eyes on the unfortunate mouse and in a low, calm and yet menacing tone said.
" Tell me something I don't know. Get the name of the pilot of that ship. I am going to nail his testi.." Beibhinn noticed her commanding officer watching her. " His testimonials to a table." She finnished.
She turned back to the main control console. " Stand down defence grid.Medics and maintaince to docking bay three. Beibhinn felt Tearlach step up behind her and blushed. His soft Scottish broagh came over her shoulder.
"Casualty and damage reports, commander?"
Bebhinn read the text on the screen in front of her turned and standing " at ease" gave him the information.
" Only minimum damage to the dock its self, however the Gorn ship is now several meters shorter then it use to be and judging by the language being used, only minor Gorn casualties."
Tearlach nodded. "Good. Have the Captains of both ships meet me in my office in twenty minutes." Tearlach made to move away and then as if giving second thought to the matter.
" And Commander, I don't like to hear idle threats being made."
With a straight face Beibhinn replied. " My threats are never idle sir."
Tearlach smiled and walked out of C&C and back to his office.
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[ShadowFox13]

“Move!” Shadow helps the weapons dealer down the ramp of his fighter. The wolf trips and much to his surprise Shadow kindly helps him back up. “I’ll remove the gag and blindfold if you promise not to ramble about paying me more or sparing you cause you’ve got more to live for, ect… ect. That kind of shit just gets on my nerves.”

Shadow removes the masking materials from the wolf’s face. And the wolf asks him, “Why are you so nice to me? Aren’t your kind supposed to be ruthless and heartless?”

“I have nothing against you and no reason to act hostile towards you. And if these guys that hired me to capture you don’t show up, then you’re free to go.”

Confused the wolf continues his questions, “really? I’m free to go? Just like that?”

“Well yeah it only makes sense to let you go. If they don’t show when they’re supposed to then that means they must not really want you that badly and you are of no personal use to me at all so what’s the point in keeping you around?” Shadow was hoping that his logical answer would buy him some silence and he looked at his crono. “If they don’t show up soon looks like you’ll be off running free.”

This was the part that Shadow hated most, sit around and wait. So he found a place to sit down and started taking apart his “Scimitar” rifle just like he did every other time. Even though he was a weapons dealer the wolf had only traded energy class weapons he’s never seen a real projectile weapon in person before.

“Are you sure you want to take it apart like that? Aren’t you worried about it shorting out or even exploding?”

Is this guy serious? “I take it apart like this every day at least once to keep it clean.” Shadow picked up the magazine and shook it, “And as long as this isn’t in it then I have nothing to worry about.”

It was then that the wolf realized that it wasn’t an energy weapon. “I didn’t think anyone used projectile classes anymore. So do you really have to load every shell one at a time?”

Shadow wasn’t used to someone being genuinely interested in him enough to ask questions so he decided to humor his captive….

An hour later

“May I try it?” the wolf asks Shadow.

“Sure now do as I showed you. Controlled breathing, steady grip on the weapon, good sight picture, now pull the trigger.”

**BANG!!**

The recoil was much stronger than the wolf was ready for and caused the rifle to crack him in the nose. The shot completely missed the “make-shift” target that Shadow had set up. Unlike projectile weapons, energy weapons have little to no recoil and don’t suffer from ‘bullet drop’. However their stopping power and rate of fire is much better than that of energy weapons.

“Show and tell is over. You’re free to go now.” Shadow told the wolf as he checked his crono once more.

“What about me? There is nothing on this planet.”

“I fail to see where that is my problem,” Shadow replies very coldly.

“Can you please at least drop me off at the nearest inhabited area?”

“Fine, I could use a re-supply anyways but only as long as it’s not too far out of my way to get there.”

“There is a space station in this system. It’s a new station called ‘Babylon 6’….”

Shortly there after

“Babylon 6 Control, this is fighter class F/A-72 requesting clearance to dock, I repeat…” Shadow, remembering his training, was trying to properly ask permission to land. Something that almost never happens anymore since the whole docking procedure has become a “hands free” automated procedure.

“oh I must warn you. Babylon 6 is a ‘peaceful’ station and most weapons are illegal to be taken on board,” the wolf decided to tell him as they approached.

Shadow sighed, Great another peace station. Well at least I can still clean up. Again he opened his comm. system, “Babylon 6 control, this is……”
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[Aaron_Thom]

Zocalo

Jacob yawned and stretched a bit. So far he was able to make three deals today. Not bad for his first day. Tomorrow he didn’t have any contacts and he was able to finish his paperwork already so...

Strip Club

Jacob smiled as he looked at the female panther dancing. Her black fur nearly shining in the light and her red hair flowing in the air. He sipped he drink and grinned. He pulled out his credit card and slipped it in a slot. A few minutes later he got up and went to a private booth. Moment later the same panther entered and smiled at him.

“Hello there handsome, names Shanera.”

“Hello Shanera, names Jacob.”

Shanera smiled and closed the door and began to dance with the music.

Several hours later

Jacob had straightened up his cloths, a very pleased smile on his face. He was glad that the booths were sound proof. He looked and Shanera, a very satisfied smile was plastered on her face. Jacob chuckled and went over to her, giving her a kiss.

“So, how was your first wolf?”

“Mmm very nice, I’m glad you paid that little extra. I hope to see you again.”

“Oh you can count on that.”

They kissed again.

“Very nice! Remind me next time and I might be able to bring a friend or two to our next dance. I know of this one vixen that would love to have a good man in her.”

They both chuckled and kissed one more time. Jacob then left the club and stretched.

‘Oh yeah, this was a good day. I don’t think anything can ruin it...’

“Excuses me, mister Cole?”

Jacob turned at the sound of a female voice and saw a jackal Security Officer standing beside him.

‘Well, the day was good while it lasted.’

“Can I help you?”

“You’ll have to come in with me Mister Cole. Some illegal weapons where found on one of your ships. We have some questions to ask you.”

‘Well this is unexpected.’

Twenty minutes later in the interrogation room

Jacob just sighed as he leaned back and wandered what was going on. If there was any illegal weapons on one of his ships he was going to rip the pilot and crews tails off and force them to eat it.

‘I told those idiots not to bring any weapons here. Wait till they get out of system first before bringing weapons on board and then ship them to where ever but to NEVER bring weapons on board the station.’

Jacob sighed and leaned back wandering when his interrogator was going to arrive.

On the other side of the door and security personnel stood by. The Chief and Commander had been contacted and they were waiting for their arrival to interrogate the prisoner.
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[Tearlach]

Beibhinn's console was lit up like a Christmas tree, with tinsel, baubles and candy canes. Taking down a candy cane she popped in her mouth and began sucking on it reflectively. Her hands moved over the controls in front of her, the cane moved slowly in out of her mouth under the direction of her tongue. Behind Beibhinn came the sound of low moans and groans from the male crewmembers as they watched her perform her duties, except for a cougar lieutenant who muttered "Bitch" under his breath.
Biebhinn took the cane out of her mouth, to a chorus of Ohh's and Damn's, and took the call from the captain of the D.E.R.P. vessel that caused the accident. enduring to his less then subtle attempt to impress her and to the sound of the other female officers gagging in C&C, Beibhinn informed Captain Blastoff that his presence was required by the Brigadier and that security would meet and escort him to the brigadier's office.
"It's not just a horn he's got on his head!" thought The commander and pressed a button to take the next call. The face that appeared on her screen was of a male fox with black fur.
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[Chaosengine]

"Hear that, Blip?" Jack smirked. "There's a fox in Central hungry for narwhal!"

"Uh sir..." The lizard slouched. "I think we're in trouble..."

"Don't be absurd!" The captain proclaimed. "As a representative of D.E.R.P., during peaceful missions like this, we have diplomatic immunity!"

"Which you never fail to remind me..." The reptile snorted.

The pair met up with the security detail and followed along. It didn't take long for a distraction to present itself.

A gnarled. old bear wearing a traditional mariner's outfit caught Jack's attention. The guy had both an eye patch and a peg leg.

"Well, if it isn't my old friend, Cyclops!" Blastoff exclaimed. "When's the last time we wrestled?"

"Arg, Jack, me old mate!" The bear coughed. "I remember all I had to do was yell, "All hands on deck!", and there'd be seamen everywhere!"

"Oh no..." Blip looked physically ill.

"Still holding those chicken-choking contests?" Asked Jack.

"Arrr, no one could choke a chicken like you, lad!" Replied the old salt.

Blip hid behind the security officers.

"Sadly, this ain't a good business Jack!" The bear pulled a blaster. "Ya cheated at cards last time and I aims tah blast ya!"

"Whoa, I didn't mean to rub you the wrong way!" Jack took a step back.

Security pulled their weapons and trained them on the bear.

"Now now, let the hero handle this!" The Captain spouted. "Put away your piece, pal, it's your last chance."

"You ain't even armed!" The bear laughed mockingly.

"Untrue!" Replied Jack, confidently. "My penis is a certified lethal weapon!"

"Oh God, no..." Blip double-face palmed.

"Observe!" Blastoff yelled.

The whale turned his back on the crowd and faced a nearby table. The sound of his 'sex pants' being whipped open was followed by a sound similar to a firehose being swing from a crane. The table was neatly chopped in two, despite Jack's hands remaining at his sides.

With his pant-flap back in place, he turned and smiled arrogantly at the astonished crowd.

"Huzzah, baby!" His teeth glimmered slightly.

"Good Lord!!"

"How'd he do that?!"

"He'll kill us all!"

The bear dropped his gun and proceeded to run away.

"I have a third degree black belt in sex-quan-do!" Jack flexed.

"Please shoot me now..." Dripper groaned.

Not long after, the party arrived at Central Command.

"Where's the owner of that sexy voice?" Blastoff inquired.
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The bars are temples, but the pearls ain't free...
You'll find a god in every golden cloister,
And if you're lucky then the god's a she..."

[dragonfly]

"COME IN TEAM ALPHA CORE COME IN TEAM ALPHA CORE DO YOU READ ME" came a loud obocixes voice that was a rhino" walking out the bed room with a satified smile on his lip's toby looked at the scheen and groaned.

"this is toby walker leader of the mercanry group team alpha core what the sitattion of the mission cand dont piss me around you cannon you just interupted me.

loooking around the room the black mamba and green mamba had smashed the room up from there hardcore frantic love makeing the once dinning table lay lay smached in tyhe connor along with the chairs the sofa was now coverd in tear mark's and collapsedc there was glass every where.

"ahhh i see you had a good time with mt new girl last night toby but onto buissness the man you are looking for is called slifer tobny leader of the howler's mafia group i am gonna send all the infomation to your ship do you understand.

the black mamba hissed angrily and bared his fangs dripping venom on the floor "dont fuck with me cannon you still owe me from that last misson if you dont pay up this time i swear i will rip your heart out and forse feed it you understood". the schhen whent black and the mamba hissed angrily again untill a seductive voice called him from the bedroom.
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[Abi_Western]

Huxler nodded to Emily and spun around in his chair to face her. His eyes were grey and mesmerising, his fur was grey as well, but darker. His scruffy hairs around his face suggested he didn't groom often, however he was quite well groomed in his family photo. Perhaps his scruffiness was the result of a long night in the office. Huxler picked up a little stress ball that was on his desk and started to throw it up and catch it when it fell. He did this several times as he spoke to Emily. "Watson eh? I've read you're file, Something of a lone ranger aren't you?" He did not take his eyes off the ball, and this was causing Emily to gaze between him and it as he caught it. "Well sir, I never intended that reputation to attach to my name." Huxler laughed and set the ball down, looking to her now, with a less than serious look. "Well, I never intended to become a hero around here, but it happens. You're partner died on the first day you began patrolling, did he not?" Emily sighed and directed her gaze to his ball which he had finished playing with, she did because she didn't want to look at him. "Yes, that's true..." She put her hands behind her back and stood straight, trying to look unmoved by the subject at hand. Huxler now stood up and threw the stress ball across the room, it landed directly and quite impressively in an open and emptied out filing cabinet. Huxler began walking around the table.

"And then you requested that from then all you work alone." He said firmly, pacing left and right from his side of the desk. "That is also true." Said Emily, she then began looking at him again, her eyes following him but keeping her head straight forward. Huxler shook his head and ran one hand over his head and between his ears. "Well I'm changing that, missy. You're going to have another partner." Emily dropped her hands from behind her back and let them fall to her sides, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open too. "What?" She said in a louder voice than before. "Sir, for every year that I've served I have worked well enough without a partner, why start now?" Huxler understood her but he continued smiling. "Well for starters, you're letting you're emotional state persuade yourself on the matter, that's not the kind of officer I like having." Huxler seemed to know what he was doing, but Emily was more than confused about this decision. Because Huxler was right. "But... But, I-" Emily mustered quickly, "Thank you Emily, you may head down and get suited up in the locker rooms, I see you've got your spandex suit on. Which was hard to miss. But you'll need your phaser and a change of insignia for this sector." Huxler interrupted her and it had seemed that the conversation had ended.

Emily walked backwards very slowly and faced Huxler. "Please sir, I'll do anything to stop you from making this decision. Anything!" Huxler sighed and laughed afterwards. "As I said earlier, I read your file. I know you're a bit of a Nympho Emily, but unfortunately for you I keep myself and my lads here exhausted and up to their elbows in work. Now let me show you the door." Huxler points to it, it is only just behind Emily. "THERE'S THE DOOR!"
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[Tearlach]

In the confusion of the damaged docking, no ome notice a large shadow detach its self from a recessed matainance hatch on the hull of D.E.R.P. ship . The "Shadow" knew what fear lurked in furries hearts, as it slithered away acrorss the floor and up the wall to a ventilation grill. It powerful tentacles tore away the harded alloy and it slipped away in to the duct beyond and in to the station itself.
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[Pachs]

Emergency We have a code red; theirs been a accident in the Docking Bay the wounded are on there way now.
A few seconds later there where over half a dozen Gorn how had been crushed in the accident. All of them looked like they where not going to make it
Shardik tried in vain to save as many as possible but the damage they had taken was to sever.
After the screaming of the Gorn had stopped due to the last one finally passing on. He called the Command Deck with a Request to see the footage of what had happened.
"Commander Tearlach Desson; this is Colonel Shardik Mir. I have called you with a request to be sent the footage of the crash of the Gorn ship."
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"Bleach is healthy... It's mostly water; and we're mostly water. Therefore, we are bleach."
-Nathan Explosion‎-
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Pachs Gajah

[Tearlach]

Beibhinn watched impassively as Captain Blastoff introduced himself, deliberately ignoring the extra large bulge in the front of his pants.
Though the battle cruiser in his boxers had not gone unnoticed among the other members of the C&C personnel, from whom came a collection of gasps, oaths and at least one " Hello Salior" and a small wave from a certain cougar lieutenant. First the candy stick now this! It was certainly becoming a very frustrating day at the office.
"Blastoff" she thought " Jerkoff, was more accurate."
" Perhaps you would like to explain yourself and your behavior'Captain'"
Beibhinn demanded coolly.
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[Tearlach]

Brigadier Tearlach Desson was on his way back to his office when his link bleeped, he touched the switch on the small metal disk on the back of his right hand, raising the hand to his mouth he spoke. "Desson, go."

"Brigadier, security. We have a free trader in custody, tried to bring a consignment of weapons on board. We thought you would whant to be in on the interview."

"I'll be right there, have Chief Huxler meet me at the interrogation room in two minutes."

" The Chief's tied up with other business, but I'll tell him. Security out"
Tearlach rolled his eyes to heaven. " Never rains, but it pours" He muttered and made his way to the interrogation room.
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[Katmir]

= MetaPol Office, Katmir's cubicle =

Agent Katmir Mahal used a pen and a highlighter as drumsticks on his chrome silver codpiece while the Psi-Corps database training video played. An orange tabby cat and a holographic yellow beagle a.i. provided the unnecessarily over-complicated instructions on operating the latest criminal db app. The cat's deadpan voice matched Katmir's attitude on the subject matter. Then again, who would put money down on an a.i. programmed to drool incessantly while engaged in criminal research?

"Huh. You blokes got ripped off bigtime. Oh! Speaking of rip-offs..." Katmir opened up a secondary transmission which immediately displayed women tearing and ripping off their tops, shirts, blouses, bras, potato sacks... and making their breasts bounce to rock music. Seconds later, a pain like a savage 'wet willie' in the skull racked the green fox. "Frakking! Frelling! Smeg!!"

Superintendent Cluck stomped around the corner and stared down his beak at the cringing Agent. "Agent Mahal! You forget I know when you're blooping on the job!"

"Whaaat..? This training vid is a total psych-op on it's own, sir! Fecking Pong has superior reflexes compared to that that that...!"

"Oh, the suits at the Psionic Monitoring Commission know it's glitchy. It was cheap, and we got new uniforms and this Office on Babylon 6 out of it. But, just as well, I'm sending you to the docking bay."

"(GASP!) I'm fired?!"

"If I had my way, yes. But, no. The PMC, by special request of the Centaurum, have asked us to send an Agent on a search and recover mission on one of their disowned."

"One of their own, you mean, sir?" asks the fox as his boss hands him a red folder thick with photos and documents.

"A Centauri rebel is on her way here to establish a permanent residence. Muriel Rikling, a.k.a Rocket LeFree. Though banished from Centauri Prime and its Colonies she is highly suspected of retaliating in a culture-wide and politically devastating manner. We want to prevent that. Besides, they're paying our holiday bonus this year for it."

"Why not execute the... Holy-Princess-Leia-Orgasma!" He let the government-issued documents fall to the ground as he unfolded a three-page spread featuring a female pink dolphin Centauri with well-enhanced breasts and a dildo-microphone instrument. "Damn, I'd like to get her in a Boston-Crab and speed-fuck her...!"

"Indeed! But Muriel Rikling is dangerous and requires discreet detective duty from a distance. It's unconfirmed, but she may be a strong telepath. Agent Mahal, since you are the only other resident P12 on Babylon 6, I have no choice but to entrust you with this special assignment. And I say 'trust' reluctantly."

Katmir executes a perfect salute, holding on to the centerfold of "Rocket". "You can count on me Super-Cluck! I accept this risky assignment. I'll give her a deep scan and blow her blooping mind away if necessary, sir!"

"How noble..."

= Hyperspace =

A Centauri starship careens through the red space with a gigantic jellyfish-like Fen wrapped around it, humping one of the jump engines. Whilst the other passengers kept their port windows shut and assumed crash positions, Muriel "Rocket" LeFree was fogging her window up and grunting in ecstasy with every monstrous pump against the starship.

"Uhh, ladies and gentlefurs, this is the captain speaking. We are experiencing unusual hyper-turbulence at this time, but rest assured it'll all be over soon enough. We're perfectly safe. And thank you for traveling via Centauri Royal Spacelines for all your pseudo-political needs."

As opposed to the other Centauri who were either covering their heads or holding on to their fellow passengers, Muriel embraced herself beneath her gawdy glittery robes. "OhhmiGAWD, I'm gonna...! Oh... Ohh...!" The high-pitched alto note she hits reverbrates throughout the ship, and shatters a mini-bottle of liquor out of a nearby stewardesses' paws. Outside, the Fen shudders and releases it's tentacles from the starship, allowing it to regain control and continue on it's path towards Babylon 6.

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[ShadowFox13]

Shadow sighs, I don’t even know why I bother anymore. I doubt that there’s even any lifeforms in their control room. That’s probably completely automated as well, just like everything else.

“Babylon 6 Control, this is fighter class F/A-72 requesting clearance to dock.” Shadow started rattling off his flight information without even having to think about it. He’s done it so many times that it’s become second nature, “Pilot callsign: “ShadowFox”; Cargo: 1 lifeform, wolf, male; equipment: personal armored suit and firearms… I’m aware of your weapons restrictions and plan on keeping the firearms locked aboard my fighter while dock…….” Shadow stopped cold when the image of a white furred vixen appeared on his comm. system. He stared for a moment before collecting himself, “S-sorry I just wasn’t expecting actual contact with… …anyone and it caught me off guard a little.” Shadow was thankful that his artificially colored fur was able to hide most of his embarrassment but even that wasn’t enough to hide all of it.

The wolf starts laughing. “Oh look at the big bad merc now…” Shadow allowed his captive to sit in the co-pilot seat and was now regretting that decision, “…he sees one vixen on his communicator and turns into a puddle.”

Forgetting that his commlink was still active and broadcasting to B6 Control, Shadow whipped around in his seat, “Quiet you. Remember, it’s not too late for me to dump you out the airlock.” The smile vanished from the wolf’s face as Shadow turned back around in his seat and returned back to normal before calmly reaching to reengage contact with B6. As his hand reached the switch he realized that he never turned it off. He could feel his face getting warmer as he blushed.

A slight giggle could be heard from one of the female C&C personnel. The wolf couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer and started rolling around in his seat. Shadow growled quietly at him and contemplated hitting the co-pilot ejection button.

Even though all professionalism was thrown completely out the window by this point Shadow still tried, “Babylon 6 control this is Shadow, pilot of fighter class F/A-72, requesting docking clearance.” Wow, most epic fail to date congrats. Well can’t make it any worse… Shadow gave in and playfully smiled at his communicator, “Please, before I make an even bigger fool out of myself…”

*I’m jumping ahead in time but you can finish this scene if you want to Tearlach*

On approach to his assigned dock

Shadow was still in disbelief about how he reacted, I can’t believe I froze up like that.

Still giddy the peanut gallery spoke up, “Smooth moves Cupid. I should’ve taken notes.”

Shadow glanced over his shoulder at the wolf and with a forced sound of happy enthusiasm asks, “So if I’m Cupid do you wanna know what you can be?” And before the wolf could say anything Shadow answers for him in a sharp tone, “Either quiet or dead, your pick.”

The wolf slumped into his seat, “quiet.”

“Good choice.”

“Kill joy,” the wolf muttered under his breath. Just then some commotion at one of the docking bays caught his attention, “Wow, what happened there?!?”

Shadow looks to see emergency crews cleaning up a mess that appears to have been caused by a large DERP cruiser and rolls his eyes, “that’s a D.E.R.P. ship and if that’s who I think it is I’m not surprised.”

The fighter finally arrives at its docking station and lands. Shadow dawns his armor and finishes locking up the last on his weapons before lowering the fighter’s small loading ramp. Shadow knowing the wolf’s next move is waiting patiently and as expected, as soon as the ramp lowers the wolf tries to make a run for it. Shadow grabs him by the back of the collar on his shirt as he runs past. “Hegh!” The wolf’s momentum continues along with the rest of his body and the sudden stoppage at his neck causes the wolf’s body to sweep out from under him. He lands on his back with a loud crash.

“Why do they always run?” Shadow hypothetically asks himself aloud as he calmly walks over and stands up the wolf.

*groan* “I thought you said I was free to go.”

“Correct, I did.”

“Well then why di-”

“I said you were free to go but I never said you could go for free.”

“But that makes no sense.”

“Sure it does. If I left you at Epsilon 3 it would have been free however the flight to Babylon 6 wasn’t. So how do you plan to compensate me for the ride?”

“W-well I can pay you. I j-just need to…”

“No, you forget why I was sent to get you in the first place. You failed to follow through in your last deal. So no money up front then no deal.”

“Weapons? I can give you a discount.”

“I don’t like energy weapons and I already have these.” Shadow extends two sword-like blades, one on each arm, out of the forearm plating of his armor. “Strike two.”

“W-W-Wait!!” the wolf cries out in fear, “I-I have connections here in B6… …I can swing you a free, or at least discounted, hotel room and some free meals at a few of the restaurants around here.”

“Ok sounds good.” The wolf quickly transferred the information to Shadow.

“Just let them know I sent you and everything should take care of itself.” The wolf tried to run away again and Shadow stopped him… again. “Hegh!” *Thud*

“How many times am I going to have to pick you up off of the ground? Now keep in mind; if you’re trying to swindle me I’ve already tracked you down once, I can do it again.” Shadow lets go of the wolf again but this time he doesn’t run off fearing being pulled to the ground again. Shadow smiled devilishly in his helmet he was just having way too much fun tormenting this poor paranoid weapons dealer, “Well get going.”

The wolf finally ran off and Shadow laughed to himself, “Damn I love my job. I wonder what there is to do here on B6. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good vacation.”

Shadow calmly walked down the ramp only to be greeted by two security officers. “I’m unarmed I promise. I’ve left all of it locked up in my fighter.”

To which one of the officers replies, “Well that is very good to know but that’s not why we’re here sir….”
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Jacob leaned back in his chair while he waited. He was starting to get a little board and so decided to have some fun. His hands started to glow a little and he made a few gestures.

‘Heh these guys should have checked me through the med bay first before putting me in here. Might have seen the implants.’

The guards where standing by the door wandering when the commander or chief would show up. Suddenly the lights began to flicker. They looked at each other and wandered what was going on. When a gorgeous female mouse appeared out of no where. What was even more shocking was the fact that she had no cloths on. She gave them a wink and leaned against the wall opposite of them. The guards looked at each other one more time before rushing over... only to collide with the wall.

The guards looked around, the lights where working again. Completely embarrassed they quickly got back into their positions beside the door.

Jacob was laughing on the other side. He knew what happened to the guards because he caused it.

‘Hahahaha good lord I’m glad I decided to pick up some technomagic. Talk about being lucking running into a senile old technomage who thought I was his new apprentice. Even though I told him I wasn’t. The fool wouldn’t listen of course and threatened to curse me if I didn’t listen to what he said. Hehehe four years of his training though sure came in handy. My parents never knew and I was able to make a lot of Earth Force retards lives a living hell during my raider years. Oh man Hahaha then there was those Minbari that I messed with. God, those where good years.’

He leaned back and continued to chuckle as he thought about the next spell he should cast on the dumb guards.
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