• Nobles of Null is a forum based roleplay site where sci-fi and magic collide. Here, Earth remains fractured and divided despite humanity reaching out to the stars. Worse still, the trans-human slaves of one major power have escaped, only to establish their own Empire, seething with resentment at abuses of the past. Even the discovery of aliens, though medieval in development, has failed to rally these squabbling children of Earth together with its far darker implications. Worse still, is the discovery of the impossible - magic. Practiced by the alien locals, nearly depleted and therefore rare, its reality warping abilities remains abstract and distant to the general populace. All the while, unseen in the darkness of space, forces from without threaten to press in. For those with eyes opened by insight, it is clear that an era is about to end, and that a new age will dawn.

Day in the Life: Escape from the Heavenly State

"I don't care care for the Lie'Min, but we need those electronics intact." Wen remarked, switching out his own magazine. In their shared virtual space, he walked over to Lady Koyama, dragging a copy of her project, sifting through it to find what he was looking for: a security camera view of the bridge. Taking their existing understanding of the layout of the ship, the Bull-form rotated the view, mapping it to their first person view. It was an extrapolated, inaccurate conversion, but it gave them all the visual information needed to make accurate shots.

Wen transferred the finalized piece to Hoshiko's HUD. "Two on the left, two on the right, two in the back. One of them in the back is still trying to work the console. I'll open the door, you flash them, then I'll take the two on the left, you take right, whoever finishes first takes out the last two in the back. Good plan?"
 
"AHHH I'VE BEEN FUCKING SHOT!" Jun cried out, twisting herself around to fire a 40mm grenade at the already-shot but soon-to-be-more-shot human who'd managed to shoot her. Luckily for all involved the grenade decided that the short distance it traveled wasn't enough to be 'safe' so it didn't arm. Instead the man who had already been shot once was hit in the chest by a large slug of metal that sent him flying backwards. "I DID XENOGEOLOGY SO I WOULDN'T HAVE TO GET SHOT!" Jun cried out as she bounced off the floor, blood now flying about as she tried to steady herself and get scurry behind something so she could regroup. "I got a friend in the White-Tiger fleet and she never gets shot! And people shoot at her all the time! I knew I should have flashed Wen when I had the chance, she says its good luck and the reason she never gets shot and I was like 'That's stupid' but now I've BEEN SHOT IN THE... Butt? Back? Chest? KIDNEY?! Those are important... fuck! I've got a hole like right through me! That hurts so much worse than just getting punched! It's like... Its feels like my insides have been burned! Like I touched a burning-hot stove but all over my insides! Just trying to move my legs feels like tearing myself. This hurts so much worse than a broken-

OOOhh..

That Neodrenaline is good."

The drugs had started to hit, and Jun was suddenly feeling a lot better. She'd get back up and let her suit handle keeping her blood and stuff inside her body as she started to check the rest of the engineering room to make sure there wasn't anyone else hiding. She'd also try to jam any doors she came across to make sure they couldn't get back in. "Hey, Do I need to plug you guys into something down here or what?"
 
“‘Flash them'.’” Koyama made air quotes for emphasis as Jun wailed at being shot. Doing so even as the cool carbon dioxide rained down on her suit. The onboard systems and HUD beeped in warning as the body glove raised internal temperatures to keep its wearer from becoming a popsicle. “Yeah, can you two hurry? They just turned the damned fire-suppression systems on me. It’s carbon dioxide but freezing as hell and I got some grad-student freaking the hell out in the arcade room. And no, I’m not joking!”

With her ‘sight’ impaired, Koyama changed tack. They had to know she was in here to do something so… stupid, yet ingenious. But she had wrested control of much of the systems of the ship and now used some of that access on the camera networks. Particularly in the ‘arcade’ room near her location. Setting whatever poor, manmade equipment to track movement to keep her apprised while her suit worked to heat itself up again.

"See the console with the bear vomiting rainbows?" Koyama told Jun, "They can't get into those. But I just sent you a passcode making your suit a literal keycard. Just put your hand on the screen and let the suit do the work. I'm also going to feed you instructions via it to speed along the process of venting the fucking Ruskie tub faster than I am right now. The sooner we end our pirating the better. I'm freezing my tits off here!"
 
The big Daqinren woman in engineering struck back, her launcher letting out a loud BLAM as the body in front of her crumpled with a WHUMP. Sent comically spiraling off in the zero-gravity, its handgun drifting out of its cold grasp, she was already moving. Like a lethal machine built to terminate, the Daqinren in engineering quickly moved from retaliation to mission objective, smoothly gliding through the zero-g to one of the screens and placing her hand on it to grant their netrunner access. Emotionless and efficient, engineering was captured and put under the empire's lock and key.

"First time being penetrated huh?" Hoshiko smugly smiled, her own flesh and blood body getting ready for the breach and clear. "Don't worry, it was just a little one!" she encouraged the space-rock scientist. "You did great Jun!" Despite this however, Koyama was struggling just a little bit more in meat-space. The clearance went through for Hoshiko and Wen, and she was now starting to bottle up the humans' IT person, but the frost settling onto her helmet made it difficult to see. Rubbing, scraping it away with a hand, the room was shrouded in fog, the speakers humming from the cold gas.

"Shoot her!" they buzzed and crackled to life in the Arcade. "Shoot the she-synth Ruì! SHOOT HER!" Koyama could hear a click-click-click behind her as a tear streaked, snot nosed young woman frantically tried to kill her, the handgun refusing to obey!

"Whatever, just GO!" Hoshiko yelled at Wen, finger pointing at the feed - the bridge crew guarding the door turned away, distracted as their IT man yelled at this 'Ruì'. Door opening, the flashbang was tossed in, its fuse setting it all off mid-air. The brief flash darkened the auto-polarizing helmets of the bridge crew, but the concussive blast reached them moments later, rippling through their bodies and stunning the unsuspecting humans. Synching their movements to the camera footage, the princess and the commander stormed into the bridge. Datafeeds lit up with enemy targeting vectors, the two skillfully dodged into the confined room and around their foes' aim, their own weapons quickly popping off in rapid succession. One man let out one last, long burst as he twisted away in zero-g, the powerful rounds blowing large holes into a nearby wall.

The bridge secured, the dragon princess stared down the barrel of a gun.
 
"aaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHH!" Jun started to scream, her body lifting up off the ground in virtual space as she held her hands high, her hair turning into a flowing blonde mane flapping in some non-existent breeze as she summoned spirit energy above her in a giant sphere. The sphere gradually elongated until it became considerably more phallic and considerably less safe for work at which point she brought it down and swung it like a bat at Hoshiko like she was playing baseball with a building-sized bat, smacking Hoshiko's avatar off into the distance!

Anger released, she turned back to her task.

"Am I supposed to go help Princess Koyama now?" Jun asked, just as much to herself as anyone else. The exit door was still jammed shut and just getting out of the engineering area would be a task... so step one was trying to get all that stuff piled up against the door pulled away.
 
"Go do that." Wen remarked to Jun in VR as he stepped up to a console, pushing away a corpse, looking at the controls. "Lady Hoshiko and I are too far away."

He then remarked to Koyama. "Be advised, Lady Koyama, I'm shutting off the carbon dioxide vents and opening up all the doors.... now. It won't warm you up, but it'll get that human off of you, hopefully."

With the press of a few buttons, overriding several safeties, all of the airlocks of the ship opened with a hiss, the airflow outward carrying anything unsecured down. Shrapnel, casings, blood and corpses.
 
"About time," groused Koyama as the bridge now seemed secure. And their IT person was dispatched. Hear meaty realspace body had continued to stare in the direction of the noise. The clicking of the handgun drew her attention. Her rifle, having already been pointed in the general direction homed in on the sound.

"That won't work, Rui," her flesh and blood voice answered from her suit's audio. Even tear-streaked, young, and the plainly scared girl would hear only very little in the way of sympathy. She was running short of patience as is. "It will just make me angrier if you fire." as if to punctuate the point her rifle whirred in a warning.

"I can end it for you now. That little handgun of yours would do little to me. Or you can live. Just a while longer. Your choice." the eyes behind that faceless protective helmet seemed boring holes into this scared thing. "The sensible choice would be to surrender. Lower the weapon and live." But humans did not seem to be sensible creatures. "My patience is thin."

"And right now I have a snot-nosed kid pointing a handgun at my helmet. Either the thing isn't firing because of the cold. Or she doesn't have it loaded." Grumped the dragon in tiger disguise. "Trying to talk sense into the human to spare its life. But if it fires..." her avatar's voice was full of scorn. Sparing humans was not typically in her nature. But her people did allow them from time to time to become citizens. Here was a chance of that. Or to give her a stay of execution for just a little longer.
 
As Rui stared at Koyama down the sights of her gun, the speakers continued to play, the microphone left on. The bridge crew member that yelled at her a moment ago screamed as gunfire rang out, only for silence to rein just as quickly. Crying hysterically at the dragon princess's words, her pistol drifted off in zero-g as she curled up into a sobbing mess. Jun found that she had engineering all to herself now, and made short work of clearing out the barricade with her super-human, neodrenaline boostedstrength. On the bridge itself, Wen and Hoshiko worked to secure the ship like a pair of battle droids, the latter turning the speakers on as the process began. It wasn't the fastest one. Given the seriousness of what was being done, the Russians thought that it should be a gradual thing as one last final chance to avert disaster. But what this meant instead, was the Imperial crew being able to watch the armed and angry humans bearing down on their positions suddenly stop as the doors sealed.

The moment realization flashed across their faces, fear and panic broke out, their guns and then hands beating against the doors. Others either came to rest, accepting their fate, or took the 'magnum express'.

"Well, that's that!" Hoshiko's voice sounded. Zooming through the hole in their space-opera-esque bridge in virtuality like a superhero, she came to land on her heels with a click. "Nice work everyone!" Turning to Jun, she gestured for the cow to come closer. "Yeah, go ahead and start coming on over. Lets renzevous on the bridge, since all we gotta do now is park the ship and figure out what to do with the human!" she smiled, hands triumphantly on her hips. She then frowned. "Er, what do we do with her? The other few that are suited up are gonna eventually suffocate too, but we can just let them. I feel bad for this one," the tiger princess admitted. "Hmm." Rubbing her chin, she pulled up camera footage of the gun floating away. "I think she forgot to load a round into the chamber. And flick off the safety," Hoshiko realized.

Letting that revelation hang in the air for a moment, a bad feeling sunk into her gut.
 
"We should just vent her, just like the rest of them." Wen typed away at the console, making sure they met the periodic security check. He pinged his own catch that he stowed away in a storage room, though said little else. He'd go back and check on her, making sure she was dead, if the vacuum didn't take her. "What do we need from her anyways? She's a liability. We can't get anything we need to sabotage this convoy, from her." He turned back to Hoshiko after scheduling the transmission laced with false data.
 
"We already killed most of them, why are you getting all upset about it now?" Jun asked.
 
Koyama had withdrawn her hard connection. Hand now free, the princess turned slowly to face the floating and clearly distressed human but kept her distance. Her gun had never left its mark as her body moved with the efficiency the Daqin was known for. Her boots had been mag-locked to the deck, leaving her to stand in the zero-g environment facing the girl named Rui. After her ultimatum, she had gone eerily quiet the way the synths usually did. Her rifle remained tucked close as the others questioned and deliberated on what to do with the human.

“You all heard my offer to her.” Her avatar stated with crossed arms. “But I never said how long she would live.” The group would hear Koyama’s rifle fire several times. Right into the sobbing young woman. She was a Daqin of her word. The dragon now turned tiger had indeed let the girl live a little longer after her surrender. But never specified how long that would last. Was it cruel? Deceptive? Sick? Perhaps. Changing her mind about the potential offer of citizenship if Rui had proved herself and instead simply executed her on the spot.

There was no feeling of remorse in the decision, even as she stood there. The rifle was still leveled at the girl’s now unmoving form. With the CO2 extinguishers spent, her HUD’s infra-red was returning to normal.
 
"You did the right thing," Hoshiko reassured her princess-sister. "When we finally rule over humanity, we'll take good care of them so they don't end up as pathetic as that!" she crowed, hands proudly set on her hips. "Anyways, you all did well and deserve a party, but we still have to get everything down pat. Let's do one standard cycle, then celebrations!"

As Rui's body drifted away, a dark shadow drifted close as one of the cargo bay doors opened, then closed after it entered. Meanwhile, the Daqinren on board the ship continued with their tasks. Someone watching them would see the cow-horned one in engineering begin clearing away the barricade, then start doing the standard system checks. Like a machine, she didn't seem to mind the bullet wound. The two on the bridge, far less than the ship was meant to have, easily controlled, saw and heard everything on board the ship. They directed the antlered one to finish off a few stragglers, then rotated with one another, as well as the one in engineering. Like clockwork, they all took turns. Two on the bridge, one in engineering, one to kill survivors as they came out of hiding. The whole time, they didn't say a word. This is what the human ship's cameras saw - beings that were ruthless and cold as Rui's body.

"Course is set, and we're well on our way to the convoy to Earf!" Hoshiko dusted her hands off. In meat-space, she was physically patrolling. Meanwhile, Koyama had rotated into monitoring engineering now, letting Jun do a quick patrol herself before heading up to the bridge with Wen where she could get checked up. "Naturally, we get to finally relax and unwind now that this first phase is over." With a snap, the spaceopera-esque bridge changed over to a matching Officer's Club oh board the vessel they were 'on'. Arcade machines and pool, though archaic, were something that even the Daqin found amusing. Meanwhile, the fully stocked bar and buffet could easily lend them several pleasant sensations. Plopping down onto a large bean bag, Hoshiko let out a sigh of relief. "Hey, what was it you said about getting good luck before a mission Jun?" she looked over to the top-heavy woman. "We haven't gone to phase two yet, so shouldn't we all do that?" she mischievously smiled, eyes shifting from Jun over to Koyama. She didn't want her sister to miss out after all.
 
Jun had gone about her standard systems checks which were.... clearing the mess in engineering? Checking to see if the ship was hauling dirt and if so what kind? She very quickly decided that she'd completed both of those tasks and skipped right to trying to fix up her body. She'd hurry back to the supplies they brought over from their ship and went right for the medkit.

In order to get at the injury probably she had to unfasten her armored bodysuit and set it aside as she opened up the medical kit. Her hands went right for the painkillers, taking one for the pain, then some of that wound-fixing-clot-gel-stuff placed into the wound. Artificial skin sprayed over the injury. Another painkiller pill for funzies... Jun then found the local anesthetic that she probably should have used right at the start but she was already feeling pretty good so maybe she should skip that? Or at least leave it for someone else?

Hoshiko got shot right? She'd probably need it...

Jun would then switch to the only other clothing she brought with her: Her new Human Disguise. It was a black T-shirt with the band "DEEP APES" printed across it in a variety of languages. The stylized gorillas playing instruments to a splash of neon colors really popped as it was pulled over her top. She'd then fasten a red plaid skirt that came down to the mid-thighs around her hips. She probably should have brought some other accessories... but she'd been in a hurry. She hadn't even remembered to bring shoes...

She dismissed the morbid thought of raiding the dead's belongings for that...

... she'd still do it of course, but she prefered not to think about it.

"It is all superstition..." Jun said, as if she was about to debunk the whole thing, "BUT I've got a friend in the White Tiger fleet. Says their Captain picks some crew member at random before each mission and flashes them for good luck. Says its good luck for the mission and they NEVER got shot. He switched to another ship a bit later, didn't get flashed, like half their crew got shot up when an engineering accident happened and sent bits all through the ship. People FUCKIN DIED. And its not like you can just send tits.jaypeg either otherwise every ship in the empire would be safe with all those enlisted watching titty-streamers. Of course I didn't listen and BAM Shot in the fucking hips!"
 
Wen was back on the corvette, carefully guiding it into the cargo ship's massive, empty storage space through one of the larger openings. This old Russian junk wasn't quite designed to carry a ship, especially a Daqin ship, so they'd have to improvise with some magnetic clamps. Quick release and deployment was also a concern; rigging up explosives to the entrance might have to work, that or just shred the entire place with the PDC's. Fortunately, these long-haul cargo vessels were built for easy-going space travel, not for combat nor atmospheric travel, so their hulls were paper thin where radiation exposure wasn't a concern. It wouldn't be to hard to open it up once the time came. Hopefully.

After securing the dozens of clamps that were meant to hold down cargo, he wandered back into the bridge silently, checking on the comms and sending the routine security check in. He sat idly in VR, sinking into a bean bag and drinking a soda, letting this virtual part of his brain relax, while he listened to Jun talk about her little good luck ritual. "I heard about that one. The... Zhao Yun, I believe, damn shame. It was supposed to be one of the newer prototype vessels. Lost a few good men, and some high-end equipment. Really not sure how a ship like that just has an accident, but apparently something glitched out in the magnetic containment field that pushed plasma into the rest of the ship instead of out of the nozzle."

"This... flash. I have to assume it's a civvy thing, since I've never heard of it. You gals are putting yourselves out there exposing yourselves to give everyone good luck." Wen smirked. "I hope some of our guys got to entertain you as well."
 
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"The only of 'our guys' I've seen in months is Hoshiko." Jun stood in front of Wen in realspace, emotion with over the top exasperation, "Wait... Did you just out yourself?" She asked, "If you want to land yourself a Princess you've got to not put yourself down! You don't need to let us know you weren't popular enough for your previous crew to warm up to you."

Jun's exasperation slowly turned to a mischievous grin.

"So THAT means this is your first time?!" The Ox would move over to Wen, placing one hand on his shoulder to push him back into a chair while straddling him. She kept her legs on either side of his, keeping her hips lifted up off of him so that the only pressure put against his body was a hint of her thighs pressing against the outsides of his legs. The stretched fabric of her 'Deep Apes' Band-Tshirt was only a few centimeters from his face. "Now put your hands down by your sides," She explained, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra while it was still under her shirt. Her hands would then go down to the bottom of her shirt, curling under the fabric and lifting slightly, pulling it up just enough to show a bit of her stomach. Like nearly every Daqin she was engineered to be perfect in her own way. The core of her held dense muscle, with just enough fat over it to provide her shape a pleasing smoothness. Before she continued, she looked him right in the eyes and gave him the 'this is serious' squints.

"I sware, if you reach up and grab them like they're stress balls you're never gonna see them again."
 
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Wen visibly blushed; it was abnormal for a sapient to not do so at the sight of their preferred sex revealing themselves. He furrowed his eyebrows and retracted his head backwards, his hands balling into fists. Jun's thighs pressing on his sides didn't let him retreat any further. Of course he was fucking aroused; they were all bionetically engineered to be hot shit, and their mating instincts weren't engineered out.

"Oh please." The bull-form rolled his eyes, standing straight while his eyes scanned every square centimeter of her flesh. It was what she wanted, and fuck she was hot. "Who do you take me for? I'm not some rapey ape. I've been stuck doing pirate work for five years; I can keep my hands to myself. Even if you let me, do you really think I'm going to fondle you in front of the two princesses?"

Wen continued in a mix of embarrassment, arousal, and annoyance. The emotions all went hand in hand in this kind of situation. "No, I don't have a problem with getting intimate with my crew. If anything, sometimes it became a problem for how long these missions are, just waiting. I just wanted to know if the male crew ever flashed their junk at you during these ceremonies."
 
"Wen, you're killing me here, if a woman wants to show you something just try and let it happen. Also never flash your junk or send dick picks... Also never ask to send one. Also If someone wants to see you're dick they'll tell you." Jun pouted, before deciding to take charge again by scooting forward, making sure to get Wen's face right up next to her 'Deep Apes' T-shirt. Her movement also made sure that her hips ended up pressed against his as she repositioned...

Her fingers curled under the hem of her shirt and started to lift further, getting just under the lacey black bra that supported her weight. She then made sure to pull slowly, letting just a bit of underboob show as the fabric of the shirt stretched around her. Her pull continued until she felt herself just about to bounce freely, and then she started pulling more backwards than up. This prolonged the wait, lifting her breasts along with her shirt and leaving wen looking up at them as she reached the climax of this little show. Her hands finally pulled her shirt up over her head, taking her bra along with it. This let her breasts finally bounce free, dropping down in front of Wen's face. Their momentum made them bounce once in front of his face before settling high on her chest. Her breasts practically pressed right up against his face with just a nothingith of distance between the two of them. Each was certainly large, well proportioned, with a pleasing curve and jiggle that gave them an implied softness. Up this close, Wen could even feel the warmth of her body on his face as the cool air was pushed aside to make room for her.

She also kept her shirt in her arms, covering her head, wanting to make sure everyone's eyes were drawn to the stars of the show, "I didn't say you couldn't touch them at all," She said, subtly, slowly, moving her shoulders to help keep her breasts in motion right next to Wen's face. Each movement bringing her right up to his skin without making contact. The continued motion giving her a constant slight bounce. "I just don't want you mauling at them like some Human NEET seeing a girl for the first time. They are sensitive"
 
Wen seethed. She was way too close, the warmth of her skin, like a thousand little arms, tickling his face, inviting him, pulling him, towards her treasure mounds. He could so easily grab Jun around her back, pull her in so he could smother himself in her bossom. She certainly wasn't making it easy to contain himself. If they were in more private quarters, he'd be all over her---

His virtual reality avatar disappeared from common space, retreating to a locked room, alone, the reptilian, primal part of his conscience allowed to relieve itself upon a vague imitation of the woman currently right on top of him. He personally allowed it on ships he captained. They were all bionetically engineered, beautiful specimen, beautiful to a fault, with none of the inhibitions implanted. They needed some way to relieve themselves without impairing normal duty. Don't ask, don't tell. There was an understanding, one that the two princesses and Jun hopefully shared.

The Bull-form sighed. "Jun, you're killing me." He looked up at her warily, hands still to his sides, though relaxing somewhat now. "I am not going to touch you on the bridge, especially in front of the princesses. There's a time and place for this. You do as you please." He didn't say he enjoyed the view; it was spelled all over his reddened face anyways.
 
Koyama watched in awe as two mountains of bouncing flesh were freed. And at Wen’s retreat. “Congratulations. Now he won’t get shot.” was her response. The only clothing she had found vaguely in her size was from one of the cargo containers. Who said hip-huggers were out of fashion? The T-shirt wasn’t nearly as tight on her as Jun’s was. She didn’t think that was physically possible. Cow-forms seemed to be built differently. Fit for the pasture.

“Never met my youngest brother then. He’s a fucking NEET sucking at the tits of his station.” Not to mention she knew his every fetish just from hacking his PornSpace virtual realm account. Why couldn’t he just find a girl, charm her a bit and finally stop being the weak ass pansy he was. “That’s another lesson,” she said, looking at Hoshiko.

“Blackmail is a good way of getting what you want at court. Just watch your back afterward for a knife” Her virtual avatar had taken a seat, now released from its coat it showed a tight corset across her proportionally larger assets. Her serpentine tail’s tip flicking lazily. “But I guess now we know Wen likes them big?” Koyama’s eyes ogling the Daiqin and her freed beasts in meatspace. Her proper voice sounding slightly different from her digital counterpart.

“Poor guy. Well. Not poor guy. You made him full-on retreat in two swinging moves.”
 
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