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"Yes, Blip, perhaps you'd like to explain yourself?" Jack asked, turning to the lizard.

"Ugh... uh... I..." Dripper stammered.

"What my tongue flustered friend is trying to say, my delicious vulpine, is that even though he is a first-rate first-mate, his piloting skills leave much to be desired." Blastoff crossed his arms. "Blip, apologize to the disgusting Gorn for wrecking their ugly ship."

"I... uh..." Dripper swallowed his pride, as usual. "I'm sorry..."

"Just say the word and I'll have him cleaning every restroom this side of the station." Jack smiled. "In the meantime, I'd like you to show me around your 'station', so I can get a 'feel' for it."

The narwhal put his leg up on a chair, making his bulbous package move.

"I want to be a valuable 'ass'-et to your 'office', in the name of 'piece', of course." His teeth literally glinted.

"Ugh..." Blip sagged in defeat.

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It was not uncommon for the Furbalon 5 Station to receive galactic VIPs. The space station was originally designed to be a neutral meeting place for the various galactic factions to meet. But today was going to be a red-letter day. The Staff Duty Officer loped down the hallway of the station as quickly as he could. The sheepdog was making good time. "Stupid radio system. Hell of a time for it to short out. Gotta find Tearlach," the staff duty officer mumbled to himself. "He's going to want to be here for this, personally."

"Hey there sexy, if you're in that much of a rush, I'll let you cut to the front of the line," teased one of the ships morale and recreation troopers.

"No time, no time. Gotta get to Tearlach," replied the sheepdog as he skidded past.

"Oooh, Tearlach... I don't blame you, sweetie. He's over in the brig," teased the morale trooper.

"Thanks," replied the sheepdog as he continued to run towards that part of the station.

At last, the sheepdog caught up to the station commander. "Sir," gasped the sheepdog between taking gulps of air. "I... have a... sit rep... for you..."

"What now? Did the engines catch fire?"

"No... sir... the Eridani... are... sending... a diplomat... a... Diva, sir."

"A Diva!" Tearlach's attention was fully on the sheepdog now.

Ever since the Man-Plague, the Eridani had sealed their galactic borders and cloistered themselves inside their territories. No one had even seen an Eridani for over six generations, let alone a Diva. Rumors of the Eridani were as tall as the mountains on Georgia Pine. And those rumors were like epic truths in comparison to the tales told of the Diva-caste of the Eridani. Tearlach knew this was an unprecedented event. One that he had to seize upon, and make a good impression too.

"When's the Diva's ship to arrive?"

"Sir," explained the sheepdog, finally having caught his breath. "that's what I've been saying. The Diva is docking now, sir."

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"Ok now that that is done i can get to work." Dain said as he put the broom at the corner of the room. Better go see the doc later, Gatta do some work. Dain thought as he sat at his workbench and pulled out a small blaster from a draw.

a little bit later

"Ok, now this here and that should do it." Dain said as he put a chip in the hilt. He then grabed his tail, set it to fution, and put plate over the hole and closed it up. "There done." Dain wispered as he sat it down. "Oh my PDA!" Dain said as he heard a chime go off. He quicky got up and ran to his room. The door opend for him and closed behind him. "Lets see..." Dain said to himself as he looked over his mail. "Derp offitial... port... Weapons..." Dain mumbled as he read the news. Then the doorbell rang. "Be there in a sec." Dain yelled as put the pda under his arm and went to the door. "Good thing i left that off." Dain said as he crawled out the hole in the door. "Can i help you?" Dain asked as he got out of the hole and triped landing face first on the ground.

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Babylon 6 Jump Gate Nexus

Where once was but the blackness of space, a swirl of color exploded and expanded into being...and from that explosion of color and light, came the Menbeari War Cruiser "Daktalis". On board the fearsome ship of the line, Ambassador Haz'zyYr'doucus stood before the massive display screen in the vessel's CIC room. He sighed with irritation as he contemplated the very absurd idea that this was to be his new home for the next ten stellar cycles. But then, no one should expect to ask the questions he had been asking and not be whisked away into obscurity. But to be exhiled HERE? Amongst the Terrans and Narn and by the seven celestial gods...the Centauri? Truly he had pissed all over someone's honeycomb and now was paying the price.

"Open a frequency to that station's Control room. Announce my arrival and my expectations for a swift and timely introduction to the station's commander. If the gods are with me, I'll be able to be in my quarters and drunk enough to think all this a bad nightmare by Dusk on Menbear." he growled off to the Communications Officer on deck...

He couldn't even expect to greet his new collegues in anything resembling a proper uniform. Stripped of his rank and title but still holding the prestige of his former accomplishments...he now was forced to don the vestments of an Ambassador. Gone were his body armor and guantlets, vanished were the fearsome Tactical Helm and boots. Robes now were his wardrobe...and the damn fools who tailored his pants were to be executed for making them too damn tight. - It makes me look like I'm smuggling two cubs and a club down there - he thought to himself...knowing for a fact that it would be hard to be taken seriously in such a rediculous get up.

Diplomacy....bah. Give him a Pulse Rifle and a Pack of Warriors any day.

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Emily looked at Huxler with a bit of anger, although she quickly did as he shouted and left via the door. She pouted inside the escebox with her arms crossed. “Which room would you like to visit within the precinct?” The voice asked again. “Oh shut up.” Huxler began moving back to his chair, but looked out the window again first. He thought for a moment about Emily’s new partner, he was certainly not the type of man to make her job easier. With this he sat back down in his chair and let out a small groan, it was a long working day. Then a beeping noise could be heard, it kept beeping over and over again. Huxler knew what it was and reluctantly reached over his desk and hit a small button next to his family picture. The desk revealed a small speaker . “Chief Superintendant Huxler?” Asked a voice over the radio. Huxler sighed and leaned over the desk. “What.” He said, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “Er, this is Security. Brigadier Tearlach Desson has requested you join him in the interrogation room with a trader, he tried smuggling weapons onto the station.” Huxler raised an eyebrow and showed a little intrigue, “Tearlach tried to smuggle weapons?” There was a short pause over the speaker. “...No, the trader did. Sir.” Huxler laughed at his own stupidity. “Well it all makes so much more sense now! Tell him I’ll be down in a short couple of minutes.”

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Aedan sighed as the atmosphere in the DCS began to settle. Enjoy that, he thought to himself, it's the most that's gonna happen. There had been a slight jolt in the ship, He called to his First Sergeant Adley, who was on the phone with a relay point closer to the docking bay, "What's going on over there?"

"Well," began Adley, "there was a ..collision, and the Gorn ship recieved minor casualties, but no-..." She looked at the phone with a confused look.

"Whats wrong" Aedan asked

"I just lost contact..let me try again."

Aedan watched as Adley tried again...and again...and then tried different sectors.
She looked up and said, "Sir, I cant contact anyone, I think our lines are down."
This was peculiar, but there could be a million reasons, so Aedan decided to check it out himself.
"Adley, stay here and keep watch, I'm going to find out what's wrong."
Her eyes lit up, she always wanted to be a CO. "Y-yes sir. T-thank you sir." ..Youuuuuuu'll see Aedan thought to himself laughing. He exited the DCS and began to walk down the corridors in hope to find a maintenance worker. Everything was quite around this area, as most of the commotion was down near the docking bay. He was deep in his thoughts until he heard a soft rustling noise. He looked around for a few seconds, trying to locate it. He stopped when he believed he found the origin in the wall next to his right. He stood there in silence and listened to the soft noise, until it went away as quickly as it came. That was probably nothing.....

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/brigwyn/ · Royal Member of BonBon Joined: 04 Oct 2008 Posts: 2914

Beibhinn let the sexest remarks go over her head and glanced down at Captain " Nob-head" 's substantial package, and thought to her self.
" Um. I'll have to use tent pegs, a sledgehammer and I wonder if I could use the pool table in the Rec Hall?."

She smiled, showing all her teeth. " The Gorn won't press charges provided that you pay for the damage. However there is the matter of the damage to the station and the dry cleaning bill the Dockers Guild have given me which is as long as my arm. "
The capatain adjusted him self and the lieutenant in the control "pit" fainted.
"Oh Goddess, why me?" Beibhinn muttered. "Right! Both of you are going to the brig untill the Ombuds can see you. Security Take them away! With any luck it will be a mind wipe or better yet Spacing"

Beibhin turned back to the docking console and took the next call.
It was a rather good looking canid, possibly a fox, who stuttered an apology while his companion, a wolf, taunted him. Her heart softened a little at his embarrassment, besides he had a nice smile.
" Request granted. surrender your flight computer to docking control and enjoy the ride. B6 out"

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The guards were starting to get a little twitchy now. So far eight apparitions had appeared, each one a sexy female. It was getting bad for them. Sweat was dripping down their backs and didn’t know what to expect next.

Inside the cell Jacob was relaxing. An image of a Centari was floating in a ball of flame.

“Well, ambassador Mindari I really don’t see a problem with that. I can have the items you requested to you in a few short days. Nothing major and a standard shipping fee. What do you say to that?”

Ambassador Mindari just smiled and thanked him before signing off.

‘Now all I need to do is contact his brother Londo and get the next transaction ready.’

Jacob popped another fire orb up, but before he did anything he smiled evilly and...

Outside another apparition showed up. The guards by now didn’t make a move. They weren’t going to be fooled this time...

The apparition walked up to them and started to caress their chests. This caught the guards off guard as the others were just images but this one felt solid. The female lynx knelt down and unzipped their pants and began to give them a good hand job.

Jacob couldn’t stop laughing as he looked at the guards through another fire orb. The spell worked perfectly. The two thought they were getting a hand job from a pretty lynx. Instead their eyes were closed and they were giving themselves a hand job. Not even realizing what they were doing.

‘God I’m so evil Hahahahah!’

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Rank: Super Veteran Joined: 20 Jan 2010 Posts: 1661

=Babylon Sex, er SIX(ahem!)... MetaPol Department=

Agent Mahal made one quick stop at his cubicle to tape Rocket LeFree's centerfold over his collection, and he memorized her features. Then he memorized her smiling face.

"On duty. Right-o!"

He stepped out of the MetaPol doors with a raised eyebrow, tightening his gloves. The green fox proceeded to stretch his legs properly, adjusted his laser-proof codpiece, crouched, then took off in an Olympic sprint towards the docking bay the Centauri ship was scheduled to arrive at.

"Gonna get myself connected...! Yeah, yeah, yeah..!" he sang to himself in anticipation of the serious snogging he was sure would happen. Then, due to a series of unfortunate events even his psychic abilities could not foresee, the unthinkable happenned.

First, the turbolifts in this Sector of the station were out of order because of the mechanical chain reaction caused by the accident at the docking bay. Furs spoke of a Gorn vessel or a Narn ship being pancaked by a narwhal. They probably mistook a Vorlon bioship for a giant narwahl... and the retractor arm for a lingam, surely. So when Katmir found the nearest stairwell he was nearly trampled to death by a gazelle fraternity from Rigel-7 on a scavenger hunt, which set him back a bit. He tried taking a shortcut through Zocalo's but a barfight had carried out into the Food Court and it was all he could do to avoid popping veryfur's brains like Jackalope Nicholson in "The Shindig".

Time was running out, so Katmir swung his arms and right leg to one side and hauled major league ass back to the other side of Babylon 6 which took him through the mall, past the construction vehicles, around the three-ring circus, over The River Styx Tattoo Parlor and through the Hundred-Acre Woody Club, all the way down to The Brig. Right.

=Babylon 6, The Brig=

"Now how in the bloody Nostromo did I end up here?" he puffed, exhausted from the jog. Glancing at his chronometer hesitantly, he rolled his eyes and shook his tail anxiously. "Superintendent Cluck is gonna lobotomize me with his beak if I don't catch that Rocket! Simian Love Apple Fritters. Simian Love Apple Fritters. Simian Love Apple Fritters..." Katmir recited a mantra he learned in Teeptown to calm his nerves when his ears focused on a noise echoing down the hall.

It was almost time for a shift change in this Sector, so he thought he'd ask for help in getting to the appropriate docking bay. Reading a paper note at ther front desk citing, "Pee break. Back in 5." Katmir rounded two corners into the Brig when he found a guard or two. Manipulating each other's genitalia. He could hear the suspect behind the door trying to muffle his evil snickering.

Smiling himself, Kamtir held out his gridcaster and proceeded to record the incredulous homoerotic escapade. He whispered to the recorder, "And this is how a soldier is... 'relieved' on duty. Or, how to help a comrade in arms clean his pistol. A warrior must first learn how to 'handle' the 'bayonet'. A bird in the hand equals two in the tush. And for the next act, juggling! Hah! Straaangers in the niiighhht - Exchanging rubbers - This one is too tiiighhht - Let's try another - This one is too loooose - I'm losing all my juuuice..."

He abruptly grunted an unsuccessfully held back wheezing laugh that startled everyfur in the hall. That's when he sensed the technomage in the jail cell, which caused him to laugh harder. The two guards were yelping at each other and screamed when they saw the MetaPol Agent aiming the camera at them.

He sang, "Annnd they call it... Puppy Lo-ooove...!" They screamed again, holding up their pants by their belts.He peered into their brains for names. "Holmes? Silver? You two blokes each owe me a favor as big as your wankers later. Remember that, because - Iii can reeead - your miiind..! Now, which way to docking bay 3 from here?"

They both pointed to an express elevator to the docking bay tram at the end of the hall.

"Good show, gentlefurs! Really, good show. Bravo! Well don't dawdle! About face and git!" He continued recording their bare hindquarters until they ran around the corner. Smiling, he walked over to the cell door, peering into the small window.

"Hello in there! Agent Katmir Mahal, MetaPol: CSI. I must warn you that your right to remain silent is null and void with me. As if you don't already know... Now, to what degenerate of society do I owe this grand amusement?"

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Jacob laughed so hard he was crying.

“Names *LOL* Ja *Heheheheee* Jacob Cole.”

Starts calming down and takes a deep breadth.

“Now then... how can I help you?”

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"Welcome to my..." Dain started as he snaped back up on his feet just to notice that no one was there. "Eh? Hellow?" Dain said as he looked over his counter to make sure no one real small was there. "Don't tell me you are going on the fritz too." Dain said as he walked to the door to make sure it was working right.

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=Babylon 6, The Brig=

"Well, Jacob Cole sir, I would shake paws with ya, but this darn three-inch thick steel door is in the way..." he said, peering through the small mesh window. "I'd love to stay and chat over a lager about the reasons a technomage would find himself in the brig of Babylon 6, but I am just passing through. There's a lady that needs some undistressing. Heh-heh! Huzzah!"

Agent Mahal used his P12 level of telepathy to suddenly interrogate the prisoner. He was surprised that Mr. Cole put up only a modicum of resistance and was still catching his breath from laughing so hard. "... I'm so gonna be chewed out for this, but since the flatscans are jerking around off duty..."

The datascreen outside displayed the infraction of 'weapons smuggling', but the timber wolf's mind revealed that he not only undertook the appropriate protocols, and had his rocket ridden raw by a scrumptious dark chocolate feline... Niccce..! But that he simply does not have the criminal mind for causing trouble. M-hmm... Rocket riding... Pink things... Muriel Rocket LeFree.

"Muriel Rocket LeFree! Mmmmm-mammaries!" he exclaimed, removing his glove and scanning his thumbprint on the cell's datapad. The door slid open and the lights inside the small jail cell brightened a bit.

"Mister Jacob Cole, by express authority of the EABI's Metasensory Police Department, Babylon 6 Division, you have been found innocent of any infraction towards and within the Babylon 6 Station. You are hereby free to go. And may I suggest you visit the "Butterscotch Club" on level 9. Toodles!"

And with that, the green MetaPol fox swung his arms and left leg to his right, and ran full-tilt towards the tram elevator of the Brig.

=B6 Docking Bay 3=

The politically, bureaucratically, and mind-boggingly sexually repressed Centauri stepped out of their royal starship in their gaudy, official fan-haired quadriped style. Their role in funding the Tubbies during the Teletubby War to promote 'sex is solely for proper breeding' advertisements was no distant memory within the Interstellar Alliance. No fur accross the galaxy has forgotten the preposterous infraction that fed the fires of that war, and the severe drop in stocks for the intergalactic porn industry. It was only third to that of food and tech stocks dropping even after Centauri Prime strategically withdrew from the IA. The stares and sideways glances that certain furs gave back to the Centauri only accentuated their major galactic power.

That is unless your name is Muriel "Rocket" LeFree; also known as the Shame of the Centaurum, the Frilly Freshwater Face-Fucker, and Mtv's current Up-and-Coming-Hard Pop-Tart of the Year. The paparazzi kept their distance from the pink dolphin taur as she strutted towards the baggage claim area. Rocket was known for her destructive high-pitch notes when she sang and made softcore music videos. It was rumored that her pheromones were literally intoxicating to non taurs. So she waved, smiled and flirted from afar, the flash of cameras filling the area. Still, underneath the bling-encrusted bosom-lifting fluffy robe, Rocket wondered whom among the furs in this dildo-shaped space station would totally rock her world.

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