Above Tau Sigma-III

The thunderous crack of a proton missile detonating at the rear of the cargo shuttle sent shudders across the super-structure of the aging craft, its young pilot letting out an agonized scream. The woman wasn’t a stranger to the sensation, but it was a pain in the ass to deal with alone, swiveling around her captain’s seat to storm towards the cargo bay. Screeching klaxons, accompanied by flashing red lights, a bleeding symphony of agony to her ears.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” Gloved hands wrapped around the mechanical release of the emergency landing system, her muscles tightening into corded steel just as quickly as she had taken grasp. “Grrrraaaaaah!” The pilot screamed, giving a mighty yank to break loose the lever, her body exhausted after the lever kicked into the ready position. “C’mon, c’mon…” The pilot staggered back into the cockpit, throwing the emergency lock on the door behind her – better safe than sorry. Emergency alerts filled the flickering screen before her eyes, gravitational pull warnings, imminent re-entry alerts, power failures, mechanical failures, the pilot had mere moments to react as she pulled back on the stick, desperately fighting to stabilize her entry onto the forested world.

Flames licked across the cockpit’s viewing ports, the sounds of metal ripping to shreds bit by bit due to an uncontrolled re-entry meant that the pilot had, likely, seconds to live before she burnt to a crisp in the atmosphere. The pilot did all she could...pulling an emergency lever in the cockpit to jettison the cargo compartment, leaving the freighter’s cockpit behind. The cargo hold ripped off with a blood-curdling screech, its eerie silence replaced with the sounds of vortex winds whipping against the safety door. Emergency thrusters kicked to life, bringing her descent back towards some semblance of control – relief washing over her as what remained of her ship started to descend softer.

In the distance, she could see a starport...and prayed that she could find some assistance.

Freeport, Tau Sigma-III: A lone starport on the fringes of civilized space, Freeport is a haven of the worst kinds imaginable, slavers, crime lords, pirates, drug dealers, and all the various galactic scum that stalk the shadows. Freeport is certainly not the only place like this, but it is the place that the pilot has found herself trapped near. It is a city of predators, fiends, and the depraved – human and alien alike that would like nothing more than to have a pretty, human slave to add to a harem...or to use and break. The choice, of course...is yours.

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