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Space Adventure, PART DEUX

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Music Swells!  The Bad Guy Theme!  Clunking and grinding and metallic noises that those inside the ship were reacting to.  And Miss Breasts had her moment, grabbing a HUGE laser rifle and standing in front of the door.  Oh, my.

“Let them come through this!”

I let loose a ‘Hubba Hubba!’, the Captain turning his head to the screen and nodding, a wide-eyed, appreciative look on his face.  He stood behind her and tried not to grin as they waited for the airlock to open.

It was obvious to me, but I am sure the characters didn’t see it.  The Captain was right next to one of these strangely convenient computer screens.  And I saw a shot showing the airlock cycling, and a few buttons on the screen.

This was something I had to think about, and I watched as the Bad Guy opened the airlock door into the ship, several soldier types behind him.  He did a rant about having been stollen from, that he wanted what was his, etc..  And I saw The Big Move.  And it  wasn’t happening.

I paused the movie right there.  Something was not quite right.  The Bad Guy was certain to take the cute Creature and then kill the people on the ship.  That was unsatisfying.

And, I saw the eyes of the Main dart around.  While paused.

“Can you hear me?”  He made a small nod.  “Good.  This is dangerous, but you can blast him out the airlock.”

His eyes went big, glancing towards the computer screen.  “Uncouple the port, close the inner door, and use the stabilizing jets to push away.  I can do that.”

“Good luck.”

There was a nod from him, and a wink before I unpaused the movie.

It jerked a little in the video, but the Captain moved slightly and said, “Hold onto something.”

There was a shot of the Creatures’ eyes peering up at the Captains face from inside the shirt.  MY HEART!

The Captains hand flew to the computer screen, tapping several things before the Bad Guy could do anything.  The cape the Bad Guy was wearing caught in the inner door as the venting of the atmosphere in the airlock pulled everyone in the airlock out into space.  There were shots of the jets pushing the ships apart, and the Bad Guy hanging onto his cape as the ships drifted apart.  There was a pause in the music as the close up of the Bad Guys hand clutching at the cape loosened and let go.

Everyone in the ship seemed stunned.  “That worked,” came from the Captain.  It was a beat, but he had an authoritative voice when he said, “Lets get his barge moving!  I don’t know if they are going to pursue us!”

Montage with exciting music of them rushing to get the ship moving and around the asteroids and through space was a little jumbled, but I don’t think they expecting to do it.

The last scene was the ship landing at a space port on a planet, with the Scientists on the gangplank onto the surface.  There was a very bright sun rising, lighting everything harshly.  There were hand shakes and some banter.  And The Creature would not come off of the Captain.  Not that I would, either, but… Ahem.

“So, Boss, what are we going to do now?”  The crew, led by Miss Breasts stood behind the Captain, looking expectantly at him.

I giggled.  I called out, “Get drunk.”

He smiled and nodded.  “Get Drunk.”  There was a cheer from the crew as they started out to find a bar on this space port.  The Captain hung back and looked at the screen.  I swear he looked at me, and at the Pupper, before saying, “Thank you.”

The music became all cheerful and the credits started scrolling as the camera followed him down the gangplank and putting his arm around the Gruff Engineer as they walked away into the rising sun.

I sat there for a while even after the credits had stopped.  It had been a better than average b-movie, and I think the character likes…

I think I saw him in a Western, too.

Western Adventure

Space Adventure

Beginning of the Grade-z movies

 

The Pupper was in his silver walking jacket, I was in my unicorn onesy.  It was formal tonight.  I had found another video on streaming for that one actor, but this time, he was leading a cast of people though a space adventure.

The splash page on the streaming service had stars and blasters and a ship going through space.  His face and the breast of a female side kick were superimposed, a man in a flowing cape menacingly looked from one corner.

This was going to be awful.  I loved it!

The set-up was a little slow, but most Sci-Fi movies are.  They have to show some spectacular invention or tech to make things somewhat believable.  This one had a crew going on a trade run, and the engines go weird.  The banter wasn’t too bad, and Miss Breasts actually had some of the good lines.  Then the second plot point, and I thought I knew what was coming.  There was a distress beacon which they followed, the engines threatening to give out at any moment.  I liked how the Gruff Engineer was portrayed.  He even looked like he knew what was going on when he handled his tools.  They found a ship with obvious damage, a few survivors on board.  And they seemed like a strange combination of Wealthy Tourist and Scientist.

I yelled at the screen, “Don’t let them bring the luggage!”  

Our Main, who happened to be the Captain this time, stopped and pointed at the luggage the rescued people were lugging with them in the airlock. “Anything to declare?”

I laughed.  I saw a smirk of a smile before he went all serious again.

The people were nervous, but looked between each other and opened up the large piece of luggage.  There was a pause, a swell of music, and then a shot into the opened case.  Something moved inside, and then it turned to the camera…

IT WAS SO CUTE!!!  The eyes!  The speckled scales!  The tail that wrapped around the Captains wrist!  The swell of lullaby inspired music.

But, It couldn’t last.  The Pursued Scientists held the last of a species that the unannounced Bad Guy was after.  They had been attacked and left for dead until they had seen the sputtering engine signature of the …  Well, you know.  Technobabble to make it seem ‘real’.

I sighed and said, “Enough of the exposition.  We get it.”

I heard a short chuckle from our Captain and he raised his hand.  The look on the Scientists face was almost hurt.  “If your pursuer is close, he could have heard your distress beacon.  We should get anything useable from your ship and get going.”

THE MOST SENSIBLE OF STATEMENTS!  I heard my self say, “Yes!” And he side eyed the screen as the ‘fix the engine/ransack the other ship montage’ began.

The Creature stayed on the Captain from then on.  Little chirping noises, big eyes, cute ‘I brought you dis’ moments.  It was almost TOO MUCH, but I loved it.  The crew and their new passengers were underway again, a few good moments of banter between one of the Scientists and the Gruff Engineer making me laugh.

Then, the music changed.  I called out, “Bad Guy Approaching!”

They were in the middle of a dinner thing, with candles.  Really?  Candles in space?  I know it is a mood thing, and supposed to show some sort of poverty, but wouldn’t harsh led lighting-  But anyways, when I called out, the Captains head came up and Looked At The Screen.  His face was full of food.  He spat it out and turned to a strangely close computer screen within his reach.  He looked at the screen and pushed buttons.

“Looks like we have a ship coming up behind us.  Can’t get a fix.”

There was chaos.  People on one side of the ship running to the other side and back.  It was hilarious.

Then, The speakers came on and the deep voice of the Bad Guy came through.  “Prepared to be boarded and hand over my property.”

The Captain looked at the head Scientist and said, “His property?”

Insert scene of backpedaling Scientist admitting they had stollen a genetically modified Creature that held the secrets of the Bad Guys civilization… or something.  They tried to cram too much stuff into that.  I think the Captain heard me grumble and the look on his face stopped the Scientist as the incredulous look and squint made it clear that it was unbelievable even to the Grade-z movie veteran.

There was no time to let the explanation go on, anyway and the proximity alarm, which is the same horrible klaxon in every movie, sounded.  The crew had already been doing the ‘batten down the space hatches’ and the Scientists buckled themselves into the dining benches, which looked like they were just old 50’s diner benches placed on set.  Special effects, sound, music, a few shots across the bow and the Captain ordered evasive maneuvers.

I must say the sudden asteroid belt and chase through it was quite good.  They even were shooting the asteroids in their path as much as the Bad Guy’s ship.  Or at least trying.

And then, Space Laser Net!

I laughed my ass off as the little ship was caught in this glowing thing and dragged to the bigger ship.  Not inside, but to a port on the side.

OH! I have to mention that the Creature was  holding onto the Captains neck with its tail for most of the chase, except for once when a blast was too close and it went down his shirt.  So Cute!  And, well…

Ahem.

Part Two Of Space Adventure

Z-Grade Movies

The thing about streaming services is the abundance of B- through Z- grade movies.  I love them.  If it wasn’t for searching for the very cheesiest movies out there, I would never have found Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.  Or Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter(which is a musical).  Or…

You get the idea.

Some people watch Cheers or Friends on a loop.  My Mom does Murder She Wrote.  I do horror films that are horrific.  Tropes?  Bring them on!  Canned music?  The best around!  The same character names used over and over?  Sure, Brad, go pick up Betty for a night on the town!

I have a big screen tv, the type that makes you wish you had friends to help you move it, and that is just in the same room.  I have a couch that is full of pillows and blankets, mainly because I tend to conk out while watching these things and it is just comfier.  And the dog, a little pug-chihuahua mix with breathing problems and an attitude.    He doesn’t like it when I dress him up, but he will suffer and sit next to me as I watch the screen.

Sitting down to tonights movie, I had my ‘dinner’, read chips and salsa, because salsa is vegetables, and a beer.  I don’t really drink, but a friend had dropped off a care package and along with some other things, there was a six pack of Corona.  So, I felt all thematic and found a movie about some people who were digging up Aztec ruins, and about to suffer for it.

It was AWFUL!  I LOVED IT!

Except…

When I giggled at the Buxom Sidekick Archeologist being squeamish about worms, the Main character side-eyed the screen and nodded.  And then, when the costumed killer pushed the Buff yet Tender hired mercenary into a pit of spikes, scorpions, and alligators (really?), I called out, “Yes!”, and the main character stopped and said, “I never did like him.  Now I don’t have to pay him.”

The stereotypical Sex At An Inappropriate Moment scene was coming.  The Buxom Sidekick Archeologist was putting the moves on the Main character, who, I would say was a delightful combination of Strong Jawline and Bespectacled Nerd.  She was all, ‘I’m so scared!  Hold me!’ and I called out, ‘Don’t do it man!  The killer will hack her to death before she gets her boobs out!’

The Main actually stopped and sighed this painful sigh and pushed her away.  “We don’t have time for this if we are to live until daybreak.”  She looked… confused, but stuck with him as they were crawling their way out of the cave they had fallen into.

I saw the Bad Guy Is About To Trap Them coming.  It was just a glimpse of the really bad feather mask fading into the darkness of the cave in front of them, but it was so obvious!  There were two tunnels, one looking like it went up, one kinda not so friendly and going down.  He held the flickering electric torch (yes, flashlight in British English because he let slip his London accent a few times over his Southern drawl.  So cute!) and swung it to the tunnel that led up.  That was the way the Bad Guy had gone.

I yelled at the screen, waking Pupper, and called out, “Don’t go in there!  The killers in there!”

He stopped!  He moved the light from one tunnel entrance to the other and then looked down in the sand floor.  He saw the footsteps(and I think it was a Nike sneaker foot print), and said, “Thanks for the heads up!”  He turned to the screen and gave a thumbs up.

I sat there.  Just watching.  I…  Could not believe what had just happened.

The Buxom whatever gave him a strange look, but followed him into the other tunnel.  A few moments later, I watched the feather mask Bad Guy come out of the Obvious Trap tunnel and look after the two.  He even shrugged.

The movie ended with a sunrise over a mountain that looked more like Italy than Qxiuatl. The two who survived stood at the entrance of a cave, the pink and gold colors bright on their dirty faces.  They looked tired, but Main character put his arm around the shoulder of the Buxom thing and said, “We survived.  Now we need to make sure no one else gets taken by the curse.”  He then looked at the screen and said, “Thank you.”

Before I could stop myself, I said, “You are welcome.”  He winked at me and turned back to looking into the really bright sun.  I collapsed in a fit of giggles.

I have never been able to find that one again.  But, I think I found one with the same actor in a space thriller.  I wonder…

 

Space Adventure

The Slave Assassin Chapter 18

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The King had not been able to get away from some of the delayed business of the kingdom that morning, the Ambassador that had come to see him from Myrned had waited for almost a week before insisting that he needed the King’s attention.  It had taken almost an hour for the Ambassador’s presentation, and it was obvious thruout that Ifahyd wished to be somewhere else.  Then the petitioners started.

The visiting Midland royalty took the opportunity to use the bathing pool, and the red scarves.  Edgar was tended to by Aster, the gentle touch soothed and then aroused and then satiated.  Laun had several offers to have her back scrubbed by the concubines, which led to her tiring out several of the men on the tile.

Laun had messages from several people that caught up with her as she lay by the pool, glorying in the talents of the red scarves of the Royal Estate.  Her own red scarf was there, delivering the parchments, and a few messages from the Peaches.  Laun thanked her, and then deeply kissed her, feeling a need in her.  Laun had motioned to one of the others in the bathing courtyard and Tris was soon surrounded by the companions that had not had a chance with either Laun or Edgar.

The Lord and Lady Salam-Dir had dressed and had waited among some of the Rosemond nobles in the audience chamber.  Edgar found that several of the simpering women were trying to get his attention.  Laun saw that glances from both men and women were aimed at her like daggers, except for the steady look of Marquis Blaque, who bowed his silvered head to her and turned to watch the next petitioner at the feet of the King.

The desert beauty was breathtaking once they were able to leave the confines of the audience chamber.  The fleeting rain had brought seeds dormant for months or years awake and alive.  Laun was happy that she had good padding on the saddle, though she was not sitting well because of one the messages she had received. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 17

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Laun was in a deep conversation with Lady Hellon.  Talking of harvests and training and trade routes.  There were hundreds of little stones that were moving around their feet, changing their shapes to be what was needed at the moment.  A jet of water came out of the ground, announcing that they had a visitor before flowing away under the rocks again.

Ithian was glowing.  He was and yet was not wearing a light tunic that matched his eyes.  He Kissed Lady Hellon’s hand and then sat on the just-risen rock to be next to Laun.  They kissed, his breath tasting of honey and promises.

There was more talk, of travel and of children.  Of the ways that were hidden, mostly from those who had to travel them.  The rocks would move and show pieces of land that the three...four would be discussing and then reassemble themselves to be a table to hold the basket of smallbreads.

Laun did not know when Lady Engrid had arrived.  She was welcome.  Her golden hair was long and flowed over her as they discussed how the weather pushed many things.  Laun looked at the youthful Engrid and then saw the sand and trees behind her, through her.

There was a tremble beneath them, the rocks shivering and scattering.  The others paid it no heed and continued to discuss the ways of jewelers and blacksmiths and how one was honest to his trade and the other one never could be.

The sensations were strong and she closed her eyes, hearing the others around her fade, turn into a hiss in her ears.  She was riding a horse...or was the horse riding her?  She felt movement and friction and slipperyness-

Laun’s eyes went wide and she was looking into the eyes of Ifahyd as they lay there.  He was in her and moving and making love to her.  She felt her body tensing and moving and getting close to a peak.  She felt the fullness of her ass being taken, hands on her hips gripping her as they moved.

They moved.  It was not just the men.  She moved and reacted and felt what they were doing to her.  She had none of her defenses up, none of the filters that would interfere with the pure sensations.

She did not know who’s hand she held, but she gripped it tight.  She saw the smile on Ifahyds face and then closed her eyes again as the first wave of her orgasm went through her.  She moaned and then growled and then her voice raised as the men did not stop, did not come to their own peaks.  They moved in her, held her, kissed her as she reached a plateau and then was pushed further.

Laun’s head was pounding to the beat of her heart, her womanhood throbbing along.  She did not know how she became wedged between the two men, but she did not care.  It was all sensation and orgasms for quite some time.

There was a noise from Edgar behind her and she knew he was about to fill her ass with more than just his manhood.  His hand went between Laun and Ifahyd, holding onto a breast as he pulled her in closer, pressing his mouth against her back.  They lay there, on their sides as first Edgar and then Ifahyd went over their peaks and filled her with more than just their seed.

Laun felt content.  The three of them lay on the low bed, arms and legs tangled.  Their cocks were still in her, even as the night’s activities made sure that the men would not be performing again for a while.  She was being gently kissed by Ifahyd, a few low words from him she could not understand, but knew the meaning of, whispered to her.  Edgar fingered her nipple and then ran his hand down her, holding her to him when he felt he was about to slip out of her ass.

It could not last.  It did not last.

Cooling damp cloths and tankards of water were used and passed between the three.  They did not talk, but touches and caresses and smiles talked loudly.  It had been a wonderful thing to wake to.  Laun would not say anything about her dreamscape, or what she thought she had learned about Edgar.  It was not needed.  Right then, it was just the three of them, having had each other and still wanting to be with each other.

A scented breeze came in through the open glass door.  The night flowers of the desert had started to fade with the rain’s kiss on them.  It helped to cool the room and told them that the night was going to come to morning sooner than they really wanted.

Without saying anything, Ifahyd started to pull the thin cover down from the top of the bedding.  He moved up and offered the space next to him, not caring which of them took it.  Edgar moved up first and Laun was on the other side of her husband.  There was a touch on Edgar’s hip from Ifahyd, and then the monarch rolled so his back was to the other man.  Edgar was torn, but spooned up behind Ifahyd, his arm going over the older mans’ hip.  Laun sighed and moved behind Edgar, her legs tired and not sure where to go as she found herself in a position unfamiliar to her.

It was good.  The three of them let the put off sleep take them, the morning only a few hours away.

They were protected and watched as Girl slipped into the room, tidying up a little and laying down at the foot of the bed.

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Ifahyd had never heard the Royal dining tent quiet as it just had become.  Never.  He turned and then stood, watching the visiting Royals come into the shade and towards him.

They were perfect.  Lord Salam-Dir had chosen an outfit that showed his muscles off under the light cover of hair, the color making his Midland’s paleness under his brown hair more exotic than Ifahyd had seen in the man before.  The Princess...  She was wrapped from head to toe, the outer layer sheer and shimmering in the evening light, the most modest he had ever seen her.  He could see glints of what was beneath, and she was walking carefully, daintily.

“Your Highness, My Lord.  Please, sit.”

The low couch was cleared of everyone else.  Ifahyd motioned to the couch and the two did not seem to look at each other or communicate, but they sat on either end.  Obviously waiting for the Rosemond monarch to sit between them.  Expecting him to sit between them.

King Ifahyd blinked and sat, not knowing which one to look at, to lean towards.  Laun leaned forward, the sheer overtunic showing thru some of the skin that had been hidden before.  She reached for a goblet and it was given to her, the hand being one of the Peaches in a servant’s outfit.  Edgar reached and a plate of fruit was in his hand.

The conversation in the tent started to pick up, slowly.  Most of the nobles and others were watching the center of the tent, watching the Royalty who were sitting together and only speaking to each other.  Well, speaking would have been less obvious.

They had not discussed, but Laun and Edgar had lived with each other for so long that they knew each other.  They knew subtleties of movement, of eyebrow and of breath.  They knew there was danger around them, but that was not the mission for right then.  They had been invited, as Lord and Lady Salam-Dir, to the couch of King Ifahyd Bedral, for his pleasure. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 15

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The Peaches were now in full protect mission mode.  

Laun dressed the part of the Princess Heir of the Midlands and made herself a target, whether on the arm of King Ifahyd or by herself.  She rode through the arbors, one of the dancers dressed as a servant beside her, drawing out an assassin who died far too quickly.  Edgar and she walked through portions of the main building they were sure they were not supposed to be in, Laun and he talking of home and family as if their argument had never happened.  They had the assassin following them followed, and taken down, with much more information brought out of her before she was able to take her own life.

The Peaches moved through the Royal Estate, finding places they blended in as they watched.  They followed.  They headed off and warned.  They became visible, yet invisible guardians, a force outside of the Royal Guards to keep the Rosemond King, and their own Mistress, alive.

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Laun held her tongue as she stood along the wall.  She watched the group of people around the deathbed of Lady Engrid and tried to keep her calm mask on.  She was finally dying.

The room was not all that big, but the people who seemed important were there, crowded and posturing around Lady Engrid, most just there to make sure she had really died.  Word had come from her healers that she was fast slipping into the darkness.  Laun had been on Ifahyd’s arm walking towards the yurlodge her people were in, to meet with them for the first time since she had ostensibly run away into the Royal apartments.

Servants had come running, unusual enough in the desert heat.  When the word was given, Laun had turned and whistled, messing up the first attempt, but getting the attention of the man who was at sentry duty. The signal was passed and Yevette had come running out of the lodge past others coming out, her baby in her arms.  She slowed, a cautious look on her face.

Ifhayd had put a hand on Yevette’s shoulder and they had all started for the rooms Lady Engrid and her escort were staying in.  Yevette had stayed on the other side of the King as they had moved, Laun glad of it.  She did not want to talk even yet to her, but as Yevette’s Grand Dam was dying, it was really not appropriate to have any less of a public front than before.

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The Slave Assassin Chapter 10

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King Ifahyd’s rooms seemed to be not more nor less than any of the suites Laun had seen in the large Estate.  Except that there were guards along the corridor and his rooms were the only ones occupied opening up to the courtyard.  Word had been sent and, as Laun was escorted to Ifahyd’s room, slowly and with many pauses to let her catch her breath or just not look at anyone, a well appointed meal was laid out in the main room.

There had also been time to have Edgar called to attend his Lady Wife.  He had others of the Peaches with him, quick signs and words telling some of what happened.  Edgar looked around and did not see Gem and was told she was with the people who had been in charge of the Baroness’ lands.

“Lord Edgar, please.”  King Ifahyd motioned to the low couch next to where Laun was already sitting.  A glass of lightly flavored water was handed to him and Ifahyd took a glass himself.

Laun was seeing those around her, hearing those around her.  She just was not reacting much.  She sipped on the drink in her hand, a measured amount as she had learned when being around the Clapperless Bells as they were the ones most likely to poison, and be poisoned.  Verat saw her being cautious and stood behind her, quiet, but attentive.

Ifahyd took something from the platter and sat back.  It was a signal that others could eat and many did.  Edgar took several things and tried to give some to Laun, but she did not accept it.

It was not her normal thinking stare.  It was not what she looked like when her darkness would come up and turn her mind against her.  She just was within herself.  She did not want to react, interact or exist beyond herself right then.  That would mean accepting what had happened, and she couldn’t. »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 9

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The Lady Engrid Pearl, Baroness of the house of Pearl and Ruby, Dam Aunt of the Royal Throne was well enough to transfer her titles and lands to her unrevealed heir.

Laun and her people once again went from the yurlodge to the death room, Edgar staying to look after Gem’s baby again.  Silver nodded to Laun, a small smile on his lips, but nothing else outward than that.  Laun stood near one of the walls and watched the people about her.

Lady Engrid was looking better after having rested from the trip up to the plateau.  That, and Laun thought she smelled the slight spice scent of several medicines in the room when she had entered.  Powerful drugs that should have had the Lady asleep.  Laun had just a spark of sympathy for the pain she must have been in, but it was quickly extinguished when Laun saw the look in Lady Engrid’s eye.

Evil.  That was all Laun could put to name what she saw.  On her death bed and Lady Engrid had a haughtiness about her, and a withering look, that most would have cringed from.  Laun let it wash over her.  She was there to observe, nothing more.

The herald who had announced the travelers in the welcoming ceremony was in the room, a scribe set up with a little desk beside the bed.  King Ifahyd was the last of the people to arrive and Lady Engrid gave him a withering look, but bowed her head slightly to acknowledge him.

It seemed the thing to do to approach her and let her see who was there, even though she was not that far gone.  The herald knew the order of precedence and motioned people to her side one by one.  Ifahyd was first as he was King.  Laun was next because she was a Princess.  Then there was a Duke.  And the Marquis.  And many more people than Laun really wanted to remember.  And Gem. »Read More

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