"Shit." I mutter, fingers smeared with electric blue plasma-paste, wrestling with a hyperdrive socket which was left on the underside of the floor plating where it certainly should not have been.

With a satisfying pop it slips into place, "Fuckin' finally." I exclaim, crawling out from beneath the heated metal and wiping my fingers off on a rag. Behind me, a series of little claps.

Turning and clamoring to my feet I find it's Jelli, a dainty woman of just over five-foot who's working down in the engines with me. Her bright orange overalls are unbuttoned and folded down, leaving just a sullied white wrap around her modest bust-- I tower over her, nearly having a foot and half on her, eyes staring down to meet her sultry stare.

"Very good big guy-- Say, have some time for a quick break?" She smiles coyly, using the universally recognized hand signal of coitus, stuffing a finger into an ‘O' she forms in the opposite hand. We're interrupted by the clicking of boots, however, down the hall leading to this engine room.

"Jelli. Baxter." At once we salute her, not needing any time to identify the Captain of this vessel. An older woman, not aged but experienced, nestled between Jelli's height and my own. Her face is stern and exacting, her uniform pristine and adorned with several medals. I feel for her, committed to her career only for the male officers on this ship to make terribly poor attempts at flirting with her-- how many different men, I wonder, do I recall offering her wine in the holodeck.

Horribly unoriginal on top of thoroughly unwelcome.

"I recall you being assigned to Engine 4 this cycle, Jill." Her voice is just as stern, eyes staring at us back and forth, likely correctly diagnosing what was about to unfold here.

"Yes'm. S-Sorry." Jelli scurries off without another word, returning to her post.

"Baxter, I'll see you in my cabin. 0900." She commands before marching off, careful to have waited for Jelli to be out of earshot prior to issuing this order. Having robbed me of an afternoon's fun she seems to have promised me an evening's.

She's taken more from me, though. Once upon a time I had my own ship, my own crew, a modest smuggling operation which kept me well paid, well fed, with plenty of wine and women to feel fulfilled. We never carried any truly dangerous contraband, but the Feddies tagged us anyway. Federation Cruiser SL9, the very same I'm stationed on today, ran up on us and snatched every last one. Scattered now to the four corners of space I often wonder what the others are up to, if they got off as easy as me, hired on as a mechanic in exchange for waiving my charges.

"KZRT," My radio whirs to life. "Bax? It's Hans. Weird readings up in Life Support. Radar boys say electromagnetic interference is increasing— buzz is no one's sure why. Opal's taking a look at what can be done to harden the systems already, come help us out?"

"Hmph. Fine." I respond curtly, beginning to head over to the elevators to move up a deck. Trouble has always seemed to find me, just as much as the fun.

So, a ship full of pent up guys and gals looking for a little comfort in one another while whatever is going on around them unfolds. What brings us out here, pirates? Slavers? An encroaching alien civilization? Strange space beasts? Whatever we can think up is possible.

Now, I've mentioned a few other characters whom you might volunteer to play as but you're just as much encouraged to think up your own! Even the ones I've mentioned were left fairly vague, only giving you a brief idea of their temperament. Similarly, I didn't go into much detail for Baxter's looks. Should you have a favorite alien race you might like him to be do let me know, though if not I'll default to him being human (just as the girls may be human or alien themselves), tall and burly with a bit of a wine-powered gut, short black hair and a tight-cropped beard. His eyes are piercing and rugged, his hands and arms large and strong yet wielding the delicacy necessary to deal with this complex instruments day to day. His endowment and sexual prowess are equally impressive, in part explaining these girls' fascination with him, no doubt.

While this is a very smut-forward prompt I would like there to be a through-line of plot, dealing with whatever they've detected as the back drop. Perhaps it's dramatic, perhaps it's an easily resolved blip before they're on to the next mundane occurrence, but things ought to be happening to keep them from stalling completely. Though hey, maybe them stalling in space entirely wouldn't be such a bad idea for a plot point?

I'm open to developing and playing additional male characters as well though only for partners who would also be willing to take on multiple female characters themselves-- Baxter will be my 'primary' character regardless. Please don't feel any pressure to take up writing multiple characters, though!

As far as kinks are concerned... I've plenty! You can find a more exhaustive list in my profile, though for this RP I can safely state the ebb and flow of rough sex and after care will likely take center stage a lot of the time. I also have a soft spot for the element of smaller subs caring for larger doms, especially in scenes such as this, so that's something I'd like to work in. I'd very much like to discuss some of your favorite kinks and what you'd like to work in, though.

I think that's all I have for this pitch. Hope to hear from you