Gender: Male Age: 29 Location: Australia
|Introduction: Tank the space pirate does a little bounty hunting. His mark is a pretty young asian woman. He decides to have a bit of fun. Contains very strong violence and rape.|
A giant walks into a bar. The bar was Fevs' Place, in downtown Keyser, on the planet Verona, in Unprotected Space, in the Cygnus arm of the Milky Way galaxy.
The grey haired bartender looked up as he approached. "Well, look who it is. I thought I felt the ground shaking. Good to see ya Tank, it's been a while. Where have ya been?"
"Better places than this." replied the big pirate.
"Lucky you. Fev is downstairs, they're waiting for ya."
Tank nodded and walked past the bar to the stairway. He ducked under the doorway, as he was accustomed to doing, and made his way down the stairs.
The large underground room was filled with people, mostly men in black jackets. They cheered as they saw Tank coming down the stairs. "There's Tank," said one of them, "I heard the sun rises every morning only because he lets it."
"I heard when he does push-ups, he actually pushes the planet away from him." said another man.
"I heard he's a descendant of Arnold Schwartz, the Alien slayer."
In the middle of the room was a large, wired cage. As Tank got to the bottom, he was approached by a dark skinned man with a black afro. He wore dark clothes that were adorned with gold and silver jewellery. "Tank, glad you could make it my friend. It's been too long."
"What have you got for me Fev?"
"I got a Kraken. Been having a string of wins, and is feelin' pretty damn cocky. Reckons he's got what it takes to take on the Tank."
"Yeah, yeah. I stopped coming here 'cos it stopped being fun and profitable. So tell me this aint a waste of my time."
"Well, as it is, he's paying out thirty dollars, and you would pay out one dollar and one cent, as low as it can go." Tank looked down at him and growled. "...but I was hoping you would agree to a handicap fight."
"What's the handicap?"
"Your arms bound behind your back. It would lower his payout to fifteen dollars, and raise yours to one dollar and twenty five cents."
Tank nodded, "Okay, I bet all my winnings on Tank. Do you offer odds on a ten second knockout?"
"Ten seconds?! ...uh ...no."
"Do you offer odds on a ten second knockout for me?"
"Uh ...yeah, ...five bucks."
"I'll take the bet."
Soon Tank was standing in the cage. He had taken his large black jacket off, and was in his tight grey shirt. His large muscular arms were bound behind his back with cable-locks. He was around thirty and had a blonde crew-cut, hazel eyes and large square jaw covered in rough stubble. Men were standing all around the cage cheering loudly.
Opposite him was a dark skinned man, around six foot two and in his twenties, with a muscular build. He had long dreadlocks and wore a white singlet. He was smiling and looking Tank up and down, mostly up. "After tonight they're gunna call me the Tank Slayer. And when I tell the story, it's gunna be me with my hands cuffed."
Tank just looked down at him and smiled.
Fev got up on the platform and called out over the crowd. "Allright, if you haven't placed your bets yet, then hurry the fuck up. Today we've got a handicap match between Rick Abel of the Krakens, undefeated, and, returning to cage, Tank of the Steel Sharks, undefeated."
Fev walked around beside the cage and lifted up a heavy wooden baseball bat. He tossed it up over the wire and into the cage. "For whoever wants to use it!" he said, smiling at Tank. Tank just stood there and said nothing. Rick Abel chuckled as he picked up the baseball bat.
Fev sounded the bell, and the crowd roared. Rick wound up and swung the baseball bat hard, slamming it into Tanks' side. Tank barely moved. He suddenly lunged forward and gave a hard kick into Ricks' guts, lifting him up off the ground and making him cry out in pain. The baseball bat clanged on the ground. As he came back down again Tank brought his knee up and slammed it into his face, sending him flying backwards. He fell back into the wire and then dropped forward onto the ground.
Tank casually walked over to the dazed man and stomped his head into the ground. The crowd roared around him. Most of them had just won their bets. Tank grit his teeth and strained. He ripped his huge arms apart and the broken cable-locks fell to the ground. Tank turned to Fev, who was gritting his teeth and staring at him in disbelief, "Get me my money."
Soon Tank was upstairs again. "So how did it go?" asked the bartender.
"Not all that fun, but fairly profitable. Don't think Fev will be inviting me back here again." He put some slips on the bar and reached over and grabbed a bottle of Rum. He turned and started walking away.
"You're not gunna drink that here?" asked the bartender.
"It's a nice day. Why the fuck would I wanna spend it here?"
Tank was walking down the side of the streets of downtown Keyser taking swigs of his Rum. The area around him was built up but quite dirty and run-down. It was mid afternoon and the weather was sunny and clear. Keiser was a coastal city on edges of the planets' tropical zone. It was fairly hot as the sun beat down on him.
Everyone coming the other way moved aside for the huge pirate. His side was bruised and throbbing, but he never let a little pain bother him. He was cashed up now, time to find an expensive woman and make it a great day.
He was walking toward an alleyway, when suddenly someone darted out of it and ran right into him. Tanks' bruise stung with intense pain but he didn't flinch. The young woman felt like she ran right into a brick wall, she fell backwards onto her ass.
Tank looked down at her, it was a young, pretty asian woman, with short jet black hair. She looked up at him with fearful eyes. "Please sir, help me! They're after me!" she pleaded.
Tank heard the roar of swoop bikes down the alley, they were getting louder. "Stay here." he said as he walked toward the alley. He stood next to the entrance as he took another swig of Rum and listened to roaring engines get louder. He held his arm out straight, past the corner.
His arm connected with the helmeted head of a swoop-bike rider and he was knocked back, while the swoop bike continued zooming forward out of the alley. The rider hit the floor, and the swoop bike wobbled wildly and then crashed onto the road. Another swoop-bike shot out of the alleyway.
The rider on the ground was groaning loudly and struggling to get up. The other rider had stopped his hovering bike and swung it around. He was sitting in the middle of the road, looking at Tank through his dark helmet.
He raised a stun-gun toward the huge man. Tank tossed his almost-empty Rum bottle, and it smashed into the riders' wrist, making him drop the gun. The rider cried out in pain and yelled out "MotherFucker!!"
He revved his engine. He was planning on running this huge stranger down. Tank bent down and got hold of the rider on the ground. As the swoop bike shot toward him, he roared and tossed the man at it. The body slammed into the bike and caused it to wobble out of control.
Tank quickly stepped aside as the crashing swoop-bike came sliding past him. The other rider was rolling along the road before coming to a stop and lying there limply. Tank walked over to him, bent down and lifted him up. He wrapped his large hand around the black helmet and ripped it off.
The rider was an ugly red-headed man in his thirties. He looked dazed and was moaning and wincing. "Fuckin' amateurs!" said Tank. He slammed his fist into the mans' face and dropped his unconscious body on the road.
Several people were standing around watching wide-eyed at the display of violence. The young woman was still standing there, looking shocked. She looked to be around twenty years old, with a pretty, round face and short black hair. She stood around five foot seven, and had shapely, long legs and nice pert breasts. She was wearing long grey pants and a light green blouse.
She looked up at Tank with wide eyes as he approached her. "Thank you sir, you saved me."
"Come with me." said Tank. He went over to the crashed Swoop bike and lifted it up. It faltered and bobbed up and down, scraping on the ground. Tank gave it a kick and it hovered in place. He climbed onto it and looked at the young woman.
She hesitated, and then cautiously walked over to the bike. She squealed as Tank grabbed her around her waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the bike behind him. The engine roared and they took off. Tank didn't want to hang around and spend his winnings bribing the Keyser Police.
They drove on for a while at high speed, weaving through the ground traffic. Eventually he came to a stop outside a Lovecroftian Temple. The large menacing statue of Cthulhu seemed to look down at them. Tank cut the engine. "How much?" he asked the woman.
"The bounty on you. How much?"
"Oh, I ...I don't know."
"They had stun weapons, so they gotta want you alive. Who then?"
"My ...My father put the bounty on me."
"Yeah? Who's yer daddy?"
"He's the CEO of ValcoCorp Galactic."
Tank smiled, "A rich fucker then. So you're some runaway corporate princess? I don't give a shit why your daddy put a bounty on you, I just wanna know where I gotta take you to collect."
"Please, I know it's not safe for me here, but I don't want to go back there."
"It aint about what you want Sweet-heart."
"No, ...it never is." she said sadly.
"Tell me!" said Tank menacingly.
Tank got his TAB out from his jacket pocket and called Sadie. A small holographic screen appeared above the device with the young womans' face, with its' mohawk and all its' piercings. "Tank, what's up?" said Sadie.
"Hi Captain. I was just wonderin' if the Jaws was available to go off-planet for a bit."
"No, I told you, it's getting some upgrades at the moment. You've got leave for the rest of the week. Have some fun, do whatever the fuck you want, just don't go upsetting the other factions again. ...I'm not doing much, perhaps we could hook up."
"Nah, I got something to keep me occupied. I'll see ya later Captain."
"Right, I would tell you to stay out of trouble, but it's you I'm talking to. See ya Tank."
Tank put the TAB away in his jacket again. "Looks like my regular ride is in the shop. We're gunna have to make other arrangements."
"You're another bounty hunter?" asked the young woman.
"No, I'm a free man, a pirate. Sometimes I do a bit of bounty hunting, whatever gets me paid."
"You're not going to cuff me or anything?"
"Are you gunna give me any trouble?"
"I might run."
Tank started up the loud engine again, and the woman grabbed him tightly as they shot off. Around twenty minutes later, he pulled up outside Keysers' Ferry Terminal.
A young skin-head was walking past. His black jacket identified him as a member of the Pirate Alliance and a tattoo on his neck identified him as a member of the Stingray faction.
"Oi! You! Stingray!" called out Tank.
The man turned and looked at him, "You're Tank!" he said.
"I fuckin' know who I am. Do you want to buy a Swoop-bike?"
He looked the bike over, "Is it stolen?"
"What the fuck do you think?"
"I mean, is it stolen from someone in the factions?"
"What the fuck do you think?"
"How much do you have on you?"
"It's yours for a hundred."
The young man smiled and pulled out a couple of fifty dollar credit slips and handed them to Tank. He stared at the young woman. "Nice bitch you have there. I like the asian pussy. You pimpin' her?"
"You got some more money for pussy do you?"
"No, no, I gave you all my money. I was just makin' conversation. Just sayin' you got a nice bitch is all."
Tank got off the bike and helped the young woman off. "Nice doin' business with you." said the other pirate, climbing onto the bike.
They entered the Terminal. There were a fair few people loitering around the shabby building. Tank looked up at the holographic board for a Ship that was travelling to Poitas. Luckily for him, there was one leaving soon.
The young woman just followed Tank as he left the terminal and walked down to the docks. It was a large fenced in area of flat tarmac. There were several large passenger star ships docked there and a fair bit of activity happening around them.
"Hey! Be careful with that! There's some sensitive equipment in there." A short, thin man with short dark hair and a goatee was yelling at a loader driver who was loading a large shipping container into the ship.
He stepped back into Tank and looked up at the big pirate. "Hey! You're supposed to ...oh, you're not ...hmmm, excuse me." He walked away from them.
"Strange man." said the young woman.
It was the ship Tank was looking for; QF164. The large, white, boxy star ship looked like it had seen better days. It had the blue and yellow Quazar logo painted on its' side.
It was illegal for businesses to operate in unprotected space, according to the Galactic Federation. But there was profit to be made, and so the large transport companies ran very unofficial sub companies from Verona. They often used their oldest ships, and least desirable employees in the dangerous spaceways. Quazar was an unofficial subsidiary of QuantumCorp.
There was a line of people waiting to board the ship. Tank and his mark walked past them all, and up to the Quazar employee at the front. "Hey!" called out a middle aged man Tank had cut in front of.
"What?" said Tank, looking down at him.
"...nothing." said the man, looking away.
"...uh, ID chips." said the employee, looking at them. He was a young man in a blue Quazar uniform, standing at a portable kiosk.
The woman held her TAB up and the man waved a small pen-like device near it. "Amelia Lees. Welcome aboard ma'am." he looked up at Tank, "ID chip sir."
"You see the colour of my jacket?"
"We don't need to worry about ID chips, do we?"
"Uh, ...I guess not. Alliance members are always welcome aboard sir. ...You will need to check in any weapons you have. Passage will be eight hundred and sixty dollars for both of you."
"Fuckin' rip off!" said Tank angrily. He got his stash of slips out from his pocket and payed the man. They moved on to where a security guard was standing next to a metal bench.
"Please check in all weapons. You will get them back upon exiting the craft." Tank reached in his black jacket and removed his large Magnum Revolver from its' holster, it was specially customised for his big hands. He placed it on the metal bench.
"You better not go messin' with that, or I'll show you how it works." He unclipped the large vibro-blade machete from his waist and put it on the table as well. He knelt down and got a second knife from his boot. He reached into his belt and pulled out a black frag grenade and put it on the bench.
"What are you doing walking around with a grenade?" said the security guard, staring at it.
"I like grenades." said Tank.
Soon the star ship lifted off from the terminal and flew off into the blue sky. Tank had made his way to the large, open bar area, and Amelia was following meekly behind him.
Tank sat on a stool at the bar. "Rum." he told the bartender, "...leave the bottle." He turned to the girl, "What about you?"
"Oh, I don't normally drink."
"Just get her one of your girly cocktails." he told the bartender.
The bartender got them their drinks. Amelia looked at her blue and white drink in a large cocktail glass, she reluctantly took a sip. "This isn't bad." she said looking up at Tank. Tank just lifted his bottle of Rum an took a gulp. The bar area was slowly filling up with other passengers.
They sat there silently drinking for a while. Amelia looked up at him as she slowly stirred her drink around. "Is Tank a nickname?" she finally asked.
"It's my name."
"What's it like being a pirate?"
"...I don't know. I don't know what it's like not being a pirate."
"You don't ask many questions do you?" said Amelia, "But I bet you want to know what's going on between me and my father."
"I'd rather know how much I'll be getting paid."
"My dad is the biggest Asshole!" said Amelia. "He doesn't give a shit about me. All he cares about is business. I barely saw him at all while I was growing up, and that was fine with me, I hate him."
The windows around the room seemed to glow a bright orange, and then the view became a starfield on a black background as they entered space. The blue and green planet of Verona loomed below them.
"...He sees me as an asset. Made a 'business deal' to marry me off to the CEO of Lexcorp. A fuckin' arranged marriage, I had no say in the matter. This man I'm supposed to be marrying is twice my age, and by all accounts a real fuckin' sicko Sadist." She took another mouthful of her cocktail.
"...I heard he has a dungeon where he likes taking young women. Heard he can't get it up unless he's badly hurting and humiliating them. ...It's horrible. Do you think my father cares? All he cares about is the fuckin' corporation."
Tank just sat there drinking his Rum. Soon a male voice came over the intercom, "Attention crew and passengers, this is Captain Bertrum speaking. We will be heading to the Poitas system via the Langley, Morcot, Royce and Cannis systems. Estimated time to arrival; eighteen hours. We will soon be making the jump to Hyper-warp. Please find a seat and remain seated until we are away." Soon the Ship shuddered, and the windows went pitch black as the star ship sped away from the Verona system faster than the speed of light.
"...I'm a living person, not a commodity to be traded around." continued Amelia. "...That's why I ran away. But you just see me as a commodity as well, don't you?"
"You're a paycheck, waiting to be cashed in." said Tank.
"I'm not cut out for being out here on the run. I could have been killed or raped, if I hadn't run into someone like you."
Tank looked down at her, "Aint no one like me. If there is, I'd like to meet him."
"You've got the tough guy act down to a fine art don't you?"
"Act? Princess I'm probably the most honest man you're ever likely to.."
BANG! There was the sound of a loud gunshot behind them. Everyone in the room let out a collective gasp. Tank casually looked over his shoulder. There were three huge men, all identical, standing at the doorway.
A Security Guard in the room drew his gun, there were four more gunshots and the bullets ripped through the guards' chest, spraying blood out behind him, he cried out and dropped to the ground. The passengers in the bar screamed in fear and cowered down. Amelia had a terrified look on her face. Tank took another swig of his Rum.
"Everyone stay cool!" came the booming voice of one of the large gunmen from the doorway. "We are the Flynn clones, and we're hijacking this shitty vessel. If anyone else wants to be a hero then just step forward."
The terrified passengers stayed where they were. A woman near the bar sobbed in fear. "What do we do?" asked Amelia, looking up at Tank.
"Don't do anything." said Tank.
"Get out your TABs, cash and jewellery, and get ready to hand them over." called out one of the clones. Tank looked them over, they were around the same size as him, seven and a half feet tall and full of muscle. They each had short dark hair and goatees. Tank recognised the face; the weedy guy from outside the Ship. 'So, he managed to smuggle a bunch of his clones aboard, this could be fun!'
The clones came into the large room. Tank could see that they each had large hand-guns, and knives sheathed to their belts. One of them started going around with a large black bag, taking the valuables off of the passengers.
One of them came up to the bar, where they were. He looked at Amelia and approached her. "Well, well, Hey there baby! You're pretty cute. Ever had a fat twelve-inch clone dick up your twat?"
Amelia looked terrified. Then Tank took a quick gulp of his Rum and stood up. He was right in front of the clone, looking into his eyes. It was very rare that he could look someone in the eyes without having to look down.
The clone didn't look phased, "Big man! You don't intimidate me big man. I'm just as big as you, and there's a whole bunch of me. You're probably used to towering over everyone, making them shit-scared. But when you come up against someone your own size, what have you got?"
"I got your knife."
The clones' eyes went wide and he let out a gasp as Tank stabbed the knife up through his ribcage. "Get behind the bar Amelia." said Tank, as he grabbed hold of the dying clone.
"We got a fuckin' hero!" called out one of the other clones. He fired several shots at Tank. Tank held up the other clone as a shield, then roared as he ran forward and threw the large body into the gunman.
The other clone raised his gun at the pirate. Tank grabbed a metal bar stool and flung it at him. The stool slammed into his head, making him stumble back. Then Tank ran forward with a few long strides, and smashed his fist into the clones' face with a strong right hook.
The clone raised his gun again and Tank grabbed it, and then slammed a fist into his face again. He yanked the gun from the clones' grip and then fired off a couple of shots into his head, making him drop to the ground.
The other clone behind him was getting up again and raising his gun. Tank spun around and fired a few more shots into his torso. The big clone dropped to the ground screaming. Tank casually walked up to him and fired off a couple of shots into his head. Then he fired a couple of shots into the head of the other clone he had stabbed and used as a shield.
Amelia peeked over the bar counter at him. Tank said, "I heard about clones, they got some kind of regeneration thing. You gotta make sure they're dead, or they'll just come back at ya." He rummaged through the clones' corpse and reloaded the hand-gun, and took a knife and clipped it to his belt.
The stunned passengers around the room were all gasping and staring at Tank wide-eyed. "You saved me again." said Amelia.
"Well, you're probably worthless to me dead. Come on, there's probably more of them." The two of them exited the large room.
They walked down the corridor where the passenger rooms were. Tank punched a console on the wall, smashing it, then he pulled the door open. They both entered the room. It was a simple room, with a double bed in the middle and other pieces of furniture and an ensuite.
"Stay here," said Tank. "I got stuff to do."
"Stay here with me. We can hide here."
Tank chuckled, "Hide." he said, like it was a joke.
"Hold on." said Amelia, she went and stood up on the bed, so that she was at Tanks' eye level, then she gently kissed him on the cheek. "Good luck." she said.
Tank cracked a smile. "Well, All right! I'll finish off these Peanuts and then I'll see to you." He started walking out of the room. He turned back to her, "I'll be back!"
A large clone walked down the corridor. When he got to the corner, a gun was pressed against his head and then a bullet ripped through his brain, making a red mist of blood spray out the other side. He slumped to the ground dead, as Tank stepped around the corner.
There were loud bangs as bullets were shot down the corridor toward him. Tank crouched down and let off four shots at the other clone down the corridor. The clone cried out and dropped to the floor. Tank walked up to him.
The wounded clone tried to lift his gun, but Tank stepped on his hand. He crouched down and looked into the clones' frightened eyes. "How many of you are there?" he asked.
"Aaaagh! Fuck You! You big Cunt! Naaaaagh!"
Tank got his knife out and pressed it against one of the bullet wounds on the clones' chest, making him scream out in agony. "How many?"
"Yeeeaaaagh, ...twelve, ...ngh, there's twelve. Aaaaagh!"
"There were twelve? or there's twelve left?"
"...There were twelve of us. Naaaagh!"
Tank counted on his fingers. "That means there's eight to go." He put the knife up to the clones chin, and then stabbed it up into his skull. "...Seven." he said.
A little while later, up on the bridge, Negus Flynn, the sire, was holding the Captain hostage. Three of his hulking clones were stationed around the large room. One of them had a naked, blonde, female co-pilot bent over a console and was ramming his huge rod into her pussy. Her moans and cries were filling the room as she was brutally raped.
The Captain was cuffed to the Captains Chair in the centre of the room. He was in his fifties, and had a large grey moustache. His mouth was taped shut. "Captain Bertrum" was printed on his name tag.
"Drakk it! Now I can't get in touch with N-Five and N-Six." said the short, skinny sire. "...What the fuck is going on out there?"
"Do you want us to go and check boss?" said one of the large clones.
"No. You gotta stay here and protect me. I got a fuckin' bad feeling."
"Don't worry boss. Anyone who tries to fuck with the Flynn clones will get what's coming to them."
Suddenly there were gunshots outside, and Negus tensed up. "Do it then. Kill them!"
Soon the doors slammed open and Tank stepped in with his smoking magnum held out in front of him. He had smashed his way into the ships' strong-room and recovered his gun, machete, boot-knife and grenade. "Three." he said.
A metal pipe swung down and whacked his arm, making him drop his gun. Another pipe smashed him in his upper back, knocking him to the ground. The three large clones were then around him, laying into him with their boots and metal pipes, and the sound of loud thwacking filled the room.
Tank reached up and grabbed one of the metal pipes, then he kicked out, knocking back one of the large clones. He swung the pipe around quickly, knocking another one back. He moved the pipe around and blocked the other swinging pipe with a loud clang, then he shot up with a powerful uppercut from his left arm, knocking the third clone back onto the ground.
He raised the metal pipe up high, and then brought it down hard, smashing the head of the clone and making blood splatter everywhere. Another clone was coming at him and he raised his shoulder and barged right into him.
He dropped his pipe and grabbed the clone and slammed him against the wall. The other clone grabbed him from behind and Tank threw his head back, smashing it into his face with a loud crunch and making him cry out and stumble back.
The clone in front of him threw a punch and his fist slammed into Tanks' head. It didn't phase the big pirate, he threw a strong right uppercut that smashed the clones' jaw. Then he pulled his grenade from his belt and rammed it into the clones’ mouth, knocking out several teeth. Tank grabbed him and spun around. The clone behind him was just starting to raise his gun. Tank kicked the other clone and sent him stumbling into him. He dropped to the deck.
There was a thunderous explosion, and blood sprayed around the room. Several of the crew members screamed. Tank picked himself up off the floor and wiped the blood from his face. He smiled, he liked grenades.
"That's all of them, I think." said Tank. He looked over at Negus Flynn. The little Sire was covered in clone blood and was looking at him with wide, fearful eyes, he was holding a gun to the Captains' head. The Captain also had wide, fearful eyes. "...Plus one more."
"Who the hell are you?" asked Flynn.
"Tank, of the Steel Sharks. The transports are under the protection of the Pirate Alliance. You know what happens when you fuck with the Pirate Alliance?" he nodded over to the decimated corpses and the large pool of blood from the clones. "...We fuck harder!"
"Don't come near me! Or I'll kill the Captain, I swear." Called out Negus.
Tank quickly raised his Magnum and fired. Negus Flynn was blown away as the large hollow-point bullet slammed into his forehead. A wet patch appeared on the Captains' pants as he pissed himself.
Tank nodded to him, "Captain." He slowly walked up to the terrified man. Tank pulled out his machete and casually put it to the Captains' neck, making him even more terrified. "Now, when the Feds or anyone else ask what happened here, you're gunna tell them that the clones all turned on each other. That's what happened, isn't it?"
The Captain quickly moved his head up and down, nodding.
"Good man. And remember, I hold you responsible for what everyone on this ship says. Keep up the good work Captain. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a hot date."
Tank returned to the room where he left Amelia. He pulled the door open again. The young asian woman poked her head out from the ensuite. "Oh it's you, thank goodness." she said.
"Really? You weren't hoping I'd get killed? Then you'd be free."
"I'll never be free as long as I have a bounty on me. Did you do it? Did you kill all those horrible clones?"
Tank nodded. He took off his black jacket and dropped it to the floor. He walked past her and went to the basin and started washing away the clone blood that was all over him. When he was relatively clean, he came back out again, wiping himself with a towel.
He looked down at Amelia, his eyes roamed over her hot body and he smiled. "Get on the bed again Princess."
She looked a little confused, "Uh, ...okay." She slowly went over to the bed and stood up on it, then looked at him questioningly. Tank went over to her and grabbed her. She squealed and looked at him surprised. He moved his mouth to hers' and pressed his lips into her.
He started kissing her lustily. His big hands grabbed at her bottom and chest. She was trying to push him away and pull her face away from his mouth, but she wasn't having any success. His big hands wrapped around her firm ass-cheeks and squeezed. She cried out into his mouth as his tongue rubbed against hers'. She was a hot little bitch, the big pirates' lusts were fired up as he pashed her and savagely groped at her tight body. His cock was starting to strain against his pants.
Eventually he stopped kissing her and she got her breath back. She looked at him red-faced, "Tank! No! Please stop it!"
"I'm just gettin' started Baby." He grabbed at her and started kissing her again, and she cried out and hit him and tried to push him away. He grabbed at her chest, squeezing and rubbing and kneading at her firm tits.
He stopped kissing again and Amelia sobbed, "No! ...Please Tank, I don't want this."
"It aint about what you want, remember?" He pushed her down and she flopped onto the soft bed. The big pirate loomed over her with a lustful smile on his face. His large hands mauled at her chest again and were pulling at her blouse. She cried out and grabbed onto her top and was trying to stop him taking it off.
"Do you want me to tear your nice clothes off you?"
"No!" cried out Amelia.
"Then take them off."
Amelia sobbed some more, "Please, ...just stop it!"
"Go on, take your top off, show me your tits."
Amelia sobbed as she reluctantly moved her hands to her blouse. She slowly started to undo it with her trembling hands. Tank watched her and waited patiently. She slowly took off her top and he could see an elegant diamond necklace around her neck, it had not been visible before. Tank loved the sight of it, it looked like big money.
He yanked down her white bra and loved what he saw there too. Her pale, C-cup boobs had little dark nipples protruding from them. She cried as he grabbed them, his rough hands stroking and rubbing at her bare skin. He moved his head down to her chest and started licking and sucking at her little dark nipples. "No! Why are you doing this?" cried Amelia.
Tank looked up at her, "Cos' you're a fuckin' hot little bitch." He moved his lips to hers' and kissed her again. She gave a muffled cry as his tongue probed her warm mouth. He was roughly groping at her boobs as he kissed her.
After a while he stopped and lifted himself up from her. He smiled down at her again as he looked over her hot, flushed face and bare tits. Amelia moved her hands up and coyishly covered her breasts.
Tank let out a soft laugh, "Let's see what else you got." He grabbed her pants and started pulling them down. Amelia cried out and grabbed them, trying to stop him. Tank just yanked them down hard. He proceeded to pull them off, along with her shoes as she struggled underneath him.
Amelia was left lying there wearing only her small white panties, pulled down bra, pink socks and diamond necklace. Her face was red as she gave Tank a pleading look. He grabbed the waistband of the panties and yanked them down, revealing her little mound and patch of black pubic hair shaved into a neat little strip.
Tank gave another lusty smile, he loved the sight of her dark hair contrasting with her pale skin. It was like her pussy was calling out "Here I am!" He brushed his fingers through her soft pubic hair and she squirmed beneath him.
Tank grabbed her legs and lifted them up as he sat on the bed in front of her. Amelia squealed and kicked her legs about, but he had a strong grip on them. He had her thighs spread wide and looked down at her little pink slit.
He rubbed his fat finger along the soft folds of her pussy. "Aaaagh, No! Don't touch me there!" cried out Amelia.
Tank laughed, "I'm gunna be doin' more than just touch you there. Have you been fucked before?" Amelia just quietly sobbed and tried to cover her exposed vagina with her hands. "I asked you a question Princess."
"...Yes." she reluctantly answered.
"Good. Are you a slut?"
Tank cracked a smile, "We'll see." His cock was hurting as it strained against his pants. He reached down and undid his belt and his pants and set his throbbing member free. He had a monster, a big, fat, veiny cock that was twelve inches long. The bulging dark cockhead was wet at the tip with precum.
Tank brought the girls exposed groin up to his and let his big hard cock rub along her pink slit and dark pubic hair. Amelia looked down and her eyes went wide in horror as she saw his huge member. "Tank, No! You can't! That thing will kill me!" she cried out.
He chuckled and brought her legs together so that they pressed against his cock. He let out a groan as he rubbed his huge erection between her milky thighs. Amelia gasped and groaned as he rocked her legs back and forth. Tank kept at it for a little while, enjoying the sensation of her warm soft skin rubbing against his hard member.
He stopped and let her thighs drop and spread apart. Then he reached forward and grabbed at her tits. Amelia gasped as his big cock rubbed along her slit again.
Tank stopped fondling her boobs and grabbed her legs. Amelia squealed as she found herself being pulled towards him and lifted up by her legs, so that she was almost hanging there up-side-down. He held her ass up and had her little pussy in front of his face and sniffed at it, smelling her musky aroma.
He stuck his tongue out and rubbed it along her labia and around her tight opening. He brought his tongue back into his mouth and tasted her warm juices. "You're wet already, I think you are a slut."
Then he plunged his mouth into her tight, warm pussy and Amelia moaned loudly. She gasped and moaned as his tongue lashed out inside her. Her legs kicked out each side of his head. He just held her there as he continued lustily eating her out.
His tongue roughly rubbed along her tender lips, getting her wetter and wetter. He poked it up inside her as deep as it would go and brought it back and forth, tongue fucking her. Her soft insides were gently hugging his tongue and her juices started to dribble down his rough stubbly chin.
She let out a long moan, and Tank knew that she was enjoying the sensation as well. His hard cock poked at her back, between her shoulders.
After a little while tank stopped eating her out and lowered her down onto the bed again. He got up off the bed and stood up, towering over her. Amelia backed away from him, moving to the head of the bed. He had got her excited and her pussy was dripping wet, but she was still frightened of the huge cock that stuck out from his groin.
Tank started undressing, he removed his gun and machete holsters and his belts. Then he kicked off his boots and dropped his pants before lifting up his tight grey shirt and tossing it on the ground.
Tanks' huge cock still jutted out in front of him. He had bushy blonde pubic hair around the base and a set of big heavy balls hanging under it. His huge body bulged with muscle and had many scars all over, at least four of them were unmistakably gun-shot wounds. The big purple bruise was there on his side, and he had a few new bruises forming. There was a large tattoo of a vicious shark on his chest and on his upper right arm was a tattoo of a grenade.
Amelia sat back against the head of the bed. Her cute round face was hot and flushed and she wore a frightened expression. She was only wearing her pulled down bra, diamond necklace and a pair of pink socks. Her slit was wet and glistening under the dark strip of pubic hair.
Tank climbed onto the bed again. Amelia recoiled as he reached out for her. She squealed as he pulled her forward as he sat in front of her again. He pushed her head down to his big hard cock, "Open wide for me."
The fat cockhead poked at Amelias' lips. She reluctantly opened wide, and the cock went past her lips and inside her mouth. Her jaw had to stay fully open to accommodate the huge member, and her lips were stretched around the fat shaft.
Her mouth was warm and wet around his huge cock. "Go on, suck me." commanded Tank. She started sucking and Tank groaned. It felt good. He bobbed his cock back and forth in her pretty face and felt the cockhead rub over her soft tongue.
He pushed it in deeper and groaned again as he felt the wonderful pressure around his shaft. He only had a few inches of his big member in her sucking mouth. "Grab the shaft." he commanded. Amelia moved her hands up and wrapped them around the thick bulky shaft and stroked it as she sucked.
Tank sat there on the bed enjoying the nice blowjob for a while. Amelia stopped sucking and took the fat member out of her mouth. She rubbed her jaw. Tank looked down at her. "My jaw's getting sore!" she said.
"Okay then!" said Tank smiling. He got up on his knees. Amelia squealed as he pulled her toward him. He effortlessly pushed her back onto her back and spread her legs apart.
"Please Tank, No! I don't think you want to hurt me!" cried out Amelia.
"Nah, I just wanna fuck you." He rubbed his big, wet member along her little slit.
"No! Don’t!" cried out Amelia. Tank pressed his fat cockhead into the opening and then got hold of the girls' thighs and pulled her toward him. Amelia cried out in pain as the huge invader penetrated her deeply.
The little cunt tightly squeezed around ten inches of fat cock as he speared it into her. Fresh tears streamed down Amelias' face and she continued cry out. Tank repositioned himself over her in the missionary position. She was laying underneath him with her legs spread wide.
He raised his ass, slowly pulling the cock back, and then he slowly pushed it in deep again. Amelia cried out loudly as he fucked her. She was wet and very tight, her soft, stretched insides fervently rubbed his hard cock as it moved.
"Ungh yeah, You got a great pussy." said Tank, as he fucked her with a slow, steady rhythm. Amelia put her arms up and tried to push him away, but he was way too strong and heavy for her. He squashed her into the mattress with each deep thrust.
He changed his pace, thrusting forward hard, and then pulling back slowly. Amelia continued to cry out loudly and moan and gasp. Tank banged away at her tight little body, it felt great. He looked down and could see her slender stomach expanding as his cock pushed deeply into her.
He just pumped away at her tight pussy for a while. Amelia never stopped loudly yelping and bawling as she was bludgeoned by the monster cock.
He pulled out of her again. His big fat cock was wet and glistening. He effortless flipped her over and positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees. "Please Tank, no more!" begged Amelia. Tank guided his huge member into her little cunt. He groaned as he felt her soft flesh squeeze tightly around him again. She wailed loudly as he grabbed her ass and thrust it in deep.
He had hold of her ass, and was pounding away at her from behind, bucking her forward with each hard thrust. He groaned and grunted as his big hard cock rammed at her insides again and again like a piston.
After ramming her from behind for a while, he pulled out of her and she flopped down on the bed. She was red-faced and panting, her eyes were red and puffy and wet with tears.
"Is your jaw still sore?" he asked. He moved forward and rubbed his huge wet dick over her face. He pushed it into her lips and she opened wide, letting his cock slide into her mouth. She sucked on his big fat cock, getting the taste of her juices.
Amelia just laid there on the bed sucking on the big pirate who was kneeling over her. He enjoyed the feeling of her warm mouth sucking on the end of his cock for a while. He wanted to feel her tight cunt again. He pulled away from her pretty face and moved down on the bed.
Amelia squealed as he grabbed her legs and lifted them up. He pushed them back so that her knees went up to her chest and he positioned himself over her, lining his big cock up with her moist slit. She yelped as he pushed his hard member inside her again.
Straight away Tank started giving her hard deep thrusts. She shrieked and moaned loudly as her squeezing cunt was being ravaged again. His weight was pushing her ass deep into the mattress, squashing her, as his groin continually slapped against hers'.
He kept up a steady rhythm as he bobbed his ass up and down and his huge member continually rammed into the tight hugging hole. After a while he started to grunt and groan louder. "Look at me." he said to Amelia. She looked up at him through her teary eyes as she gasped and moaned. "Yeah, you got pretty eyes."
He rammed his massive organ into her even harder and she cried out. He groaned loudly, "Unngh Yeah, yer making me cum you hot little Slut! ...Nnnaaagh!" His big member throbbed wildly and gave him intense pleasure as his hot cum spurt and spread out inside her.
"Noooo!" cried out Amelia as she felt the wetness spread out inside her body. He pulled back again and then thrust forward. Cum spilt out from her stretched pussy. More cum spurted out inside her. He stopped and kept his fat organ wedged deep in her tight body. He had a blissful look on his face as he ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her hot panting face.
Amelia was sobbing as he pulled back and released his cock from the little slits' tight squeezing grip. Cum spilt out from her wet ravaged hole.
Tank got off of her and let her legs drop down. He moved back up to her head. Amelia had her hands over her face crying. "Clean me up." he told her. Amelia reluctantly took the fat, slimy cock in her mouth again and gently sucked it. He pulled out and ran his shaft along her lips as she licked the slimy cum from his softening dick.
Soon he pulled away from her again and laid down on the bed next to her. Amelia curled into a ball facing away from him, quietly sobbing. Tank reached over and touched her diamond necklace, and examined it. "What's it worth?" he asked.
"...My mum gave me that. It's not worth anything."
"Take it then, you fuckin' Bastard!"
Tank started fumbling with the latch with his big fingers. "I'm not real good with small clips and stuff. Take it off for me." Amelia slowly moved her hands over to the back of the necklace and undid it. Tank pulled it away from her neck, "Thanks baby."
They silently sat there for a while. Then Tank got up off the bed and went over and picked his pants up and started putting them on. Amelia looked over at him. "I'm going to get a drink." he told her. "You want anything?" She didn't say anything. He moved over to the door, "If you want something to do, you can wash my jacket." Then he left the room, leaving the naked girl laying on the bed.
Tank returned around fifteen minutes later. He was carrying a bottle of Rum and a blue and white cocktail. He saw his bloody jacket still laying there on the floor. Amelia was sitting on the bed, she had got dressed again. She glared at him as he entered the room again.
He held the glass up to her, "Here, I got you another one of these." She just looked up at him, scowling. He went and put it on the table next to her then took a long swig of his Rum.
"You like to get high?" he asked her. She stayed silent. "S'pose not. You probably shouldn't start. You know that woman I talked to on my TAB, my Captain. She's havin' a real rough time gettin' herself clean. Tough lady though, and a lot smarter than she lets on. She's a better Captain than I'd ever be."
He took another swig and looked over at Amelia, "Not so talkative now?"
"You are?" said Amelia angrily.
"Yeah, less talk more action." He put the bottle down and reached over to her.
Amelia tried to back away from his hands, "No, don't touch me! Haven't you done enough you rapist bastard!"
"Nah." Amelia struggled against him as he pulled at her clothes and soon had her naked again. He groped at her breasts and then lunged forward and kissed her on the lips.
Amelia cried out as he roughly flipped her over so that she was laying on her stomach. He grabbed at her pale buttocks and squeezed and slapped them. He spread her cheeks apart and looked down at her little bumhole. She squealed and tried to push his hands away.
The little brown freckle was an appealing sight. Tank loved tight little asses more than anything. More than Rum and grenades. He undid his pants and freed his massive erection again.
Tank got down and moved his head to her ass. He poked his tongue out and licked between her cheeks, making Amelia shriek. His rough tongue rubbed around her little sphincter, getting it wet. He worked it inside her and could feel her little ring squeezing around his tongue. Her ass was so hot and tight. She cried out and squirmed beneath him, but he held her down.
He lifted his head and spat on her little hole. His hand moved up and a fat finger rubbed around the little pucker. He pushed it in and Amelia yelped. The tight squeezing feeling around his finger felt great. "Aaaagh No! Take it out!" cried out Amelia. Tank moved his finger around, rubbing his saliva into the clenching hole. His cock throbbed and jerked, he badly wanted to stick it in her and start fucking.
He pushed his finger back and forth a few more times and then pulled it out. He shuffled around on the bed, getting on top of her and lining his big cock up with her asshole. "No! Don't! Please Tank, don't do it!" she cried out.
His fat cockhead pressed into her little freckle and started forcing its way in. Amelia screamed as her sphincter stretched wide and the cock ground into her, inch by inch. She screamed and screamed as several inches were wedged up her clenching ass.
The hot squeezing hole felt amazing. Tank started rocking his huge member back and forth. Amelias' screams could be heard down the star ships' corridor. He started to get in a rhythm, driving into her ass with long strokes. He fuckin' loved it, but the bitches' loud screams were annoying him.
He pushed her head down into the mattress as he banged her. "Shut up! You just need to relax and take it Bitch!"
"Aaaaagh, Naagh! Stop it! Stop it! Gaaah!!" she cried out. Tears were flowing down her red face.
Tank grunted as he pumped her clenching hole, "Ungh, Damn it!" He gave a few more deep thrusts and then he pulled all the way back and his huge cock popped out from the squeezing hole.
Amelia tried to crawl out from under him. He lifted his weight off her and she moved to the head of the bed, sobbing. "Don't! It fuckin' hurts!" she sobbed.
Tank looked down at her, "Yeah, allright. You can blow me then." He moved over and stuck his cock in her face.
She screwed her face up. "Ugh, No, that's gross!" He grabbed her hair and forced her head onto his wet dick. It rubbed up against her lips and then she opened them wide and took it in. Tank groaned as she started sucking him off again.
She pulled her head back and spat out onto the bed. "Urgh, stop it! Just leave me alone you Bastard!" Tank pushed her head back onto his cock and bobbed it up and down as she sucked.
He enjoyed her sucking mouth for a little while longer, then he let her pull back again. She spat on the bed again and wiped her mouth and looked up at Tank through her teary eyes. "You want it in the ass again?" he asked.
"Then you can get up and ride me." He laid back on the bed and his massive organ stuck up from his groin. Amelia just laid there looking at him. He slapped his waist, "Come on Sweet-heart, hurry up."
Amelia slowly got up and moved over him, spreading her legs. She wiped the tears from her eyes before slowly lowering herself on him. Tank just laid back and smiled at her. She clenched her teeth as her pussy lips were stretched apart and the big cock started pushing up into her.
She groaned as she slowly dropped down inch by inch. Tank reached up and pulled her down on him, driving his cock in deep. She squealed as her tight pussy was filled up with his huge cock again. Tanks' hands wondered up her slender body and groped at her tits.
"Go on, bounce for me Baby." She started slowly lifting herself up and the dropping on his hard cock. Her pussy was well lubricated from the load of cum he had spurt into her earlier. Tank groaned as her tight wet pussy rubbed at his bulky member.
He enjoyed just laying back and having the hot little bitch fuck him. He grabbed his Rum bottle and took another swig as he watched her tight sexy body jiggling up and down. She was gasping and groaning as she rode him. She didn't appear to be enjoying it very much. Maybe she wasn't a slut after all.
Soon he started bucking his groin up as she came down on him, driving his cock in deep. She let out a loud squeal. "Aaaagh, Stop it! Ungh,...How long do I have to do this?"
"Until you get me off. It'll be a while if you keep up this pace. I don't mind, but how about you fuck me hard?"
She frowned at him, then rose up again and started riding him faster and harder. She moaned and gasped as her hot groin slapped down on him. Tank let out a loud groan too as he felt the wonderful pleasure.
After a little while she stopped. She was red faced and breathing heavily, "I can't do it." she said.
"Here, I'll help you." He got hold of her hips and then she squealed as he rolled over and got up from the bed while holding her tightly on his cock. She cried out and held on tightly to his strong shoulders as he stood up, lifting her with him. He had a firm hold of her ass and she was pressed tightly into him as he stood there next to the bed.
He started thrusting his hips hard, driving his big cock into her and making her bounce up and down. She cried out and moaned and gasped as he fucked her with deep hard strokes. Tank grunted with exertion as he banged her.
They were both getting hot and sweaty and were moaning and groaning as he ploughed into her wet squeezing cunt. He felt the pleasure building in his big hard cock. Soon he was groaning loudly as it throbbed and spurted into her. She was moaning and gasping as he filled her. He bent his head forward and kissed her on the lips while he had his cock wedged deep inside her.
He let her slide off his big cock and drop onto the bed. He smiled down at the hot panting girl as she just laid there limply with her legs spread. Cum leaked out from her puffy rosy slit. He grabbed his bottle of Rum from the bedside table and took another long swig.
He sat down on the bed and Amelia shuffled over curled up again. "Rapist Bastard." she said angrily. "My father would have you killed if he finds out what you did to me."
"I would have to kill your daddy then." He looked over into her teary eyes. "...Do you want me to kill him? You said you hated him. You wouldn't have to marry that rich Prick and you'd get a big inheritance right? Maybe we can make a deal."
Amelia shook her head. "No, I'm not making any deals with you, you Bastard."
"Too bad then." said Tank as he took another swig of Rum.
Several hours later, the Quazar ferry dropped out of hyper-warp into the Poitas system. It cruised up to the blue and Green terrestrial planet of Poitas and entered its' atmosphere. The star ship landed at the ferry terminal in the planets' capital; New Darwin.
The Galactic Federation was waiting at the terminal, ready to board the ship. Somehow they knew that a serious incident had occurred. They had spies everywhere.
After the ship had landed, Tank entered the Cargo bay, pulling Amelia along with him. The young asian woman was walking very stiffly.
There were several terminal employees about in the large cavernous cargo bay. The were all busy organising the cargo to be unloaded and didn't notice the two of them. Tank went over to a big crate and ripped the top of it open. He lifted the large heavy engine block out and dropped it onto the floor.
"Get in there." he told Amelia.
The young woman just looked up at him. "You're going to pack me away in a box now?"
Tank nodded. "Get in."
Amelia reluctantly climbed into the crate and squatted down. Tank took off his black jacket and tossed it in with her. He was in enemy territory now, best to look a little less conspicuous. Amelia glared up at him as he put the lid on again, closing her in.
The girl squealed as he lifted the crate up over his shoulder. He started walking off with it, carrying it over to the large ramp. One of the workmen standing next to a loader looked over at him, "Hey, you don't work here!"
"Fuck off!" said Tank, looking down at him. He continued down the ramp, exiting the ship. The skies were cloudy and gloomy outside. He could see the built up city-scape all around, with plenty of flying crafts darting about. He had never been here before, but he had been to several places like it.
There were many other ships of all shapes and sizes around him on the flat tarmac. He could see several blue armoured Fed Troopers stationed around the ship. They didn't seem to be bothering the workers. Tank just walked off the ramp, past a Fed Trooper and walked on through the docks carrying his large crate.
A little while later, he was carrying his crate through the downtown area. It was a lot more built-up and busy than downtown Keiser. The place was a busy trading hub, it had the smell of money. That was what Tank had travelled here for.
He arrived at ValcoCorp towers. The huge purple and grey building rose up to the cloudy sky amongst many other large buildings.
Tank entered the lobby and gently put the crate down in front of the reception desk. "Can I help you sir?" asked the pretty young brunette receptionist.
Tanks' eyes lingered over her big boobs, "I've got a delivery."
"All deliveries are to be taken around the back. You should know this. What company are you with?"
"Sharks?" said the receptionist, tapping away at the console in front of her. "We have no records of a Sharks company, and we don't have any deliveries scheduled."
"Just tell boss-man Lees I have his daughter."
Soon a group of six security guards approached Tank in the lobby. They were all wearing purple full body armour and were holding Champion Ruby guns. Tank knew that the compact laser guns were very expensive and quite deadly.
"Where is she?" asked one of the guards, eyeing Tank warily.
Tank pulled up the lid of the crate and Amelia slowly stood up. "Miss Lees, are you alright?" The girl looked around and nodded. She looked miserable. The guard came and helped her out of the crate. They started walking her toward the turbolifts.
"Come on Bounty Hunter." said a guard. Tank grabbed his black jacket from the crate and moved toward the lifts as well. A bunch of guards were around him, watching him cautiously.
They travelled up to the one-hundred-and-sixty-fourth floor at the top of the tower. Edmund Lees was in his spacious, sterile and opulent office. He was a stern looking middle-aged asian man with black and grey hair and was wearing an expensive dark suit.
He came up and hugged Amelia when he saw her, she didn't return the hug. "Amelia dear, I was so worried about you."
"Worried enough to send unscrupulous killers after me?"
"I was very adamant that you were to remain unharmed. You are okay aren't you? I just couldn't stand you being out there alone, it's just too dangerous."
"Cut the bullshit father. You don't care about me. You just care about the business deal you made with that sadistic Asshole."
"You wound me Amelia. Of coarse I care about you. I'm just so relieved to have you back." He looked over at Tank. "...He didn't hurt you did he?"
Amelia hesitated, and Tank clenched his fists. Things could be about to get real ugly. "...No, he saved me. ...I just want to go home."
"Yes, of coarse dear. I'll have my men take you back to the estate. We'll talk later." He motioned to the guards and they started leading her out of the room.
"Hey, Princess!" called out Tank. Amelia turned and glared at him, it was the first time she had looked at him since she came out of the crate. Tank reached into his jacket and produced her diamond necklace. "...I think you dropped this."
Slowly Amelia approached him and grabbed her necklace, then she quickly turned and walked away from him. She left the office with several security guards escorting her.
"What's your name Bounty Hunter?" asked Lees.
"Uh, okay Mr Tank..."
"Just Tank, are you fuckin' hard of hearing or something?"
"You can't talk to Mr Lees that way." said one of the guards.
Tank looked down at him. "You gunna try and tell me how to talk? That's not gunna turn out well for you."
"You have my gratitude for saving my daughter Tank." said Lees.
"Your gratitude don't mean shit to me unless it's expressed in dollars."
"Of coarse, the bounty." He walked over to the wall and removed a bold, abstract painting. He started unlocking the wall safe that was behind it. He pulled out a small black velvet bag and tossed it to Tank.
The big Pirate caught it and started going through it. He looked up and growled. "Are you trying to fuckin' rip me off here?"
"It's all there, the full bounty that was offered. You should know that the more dangerous the mark, the higher the bounty. And Amelia is hardly dangerous."
"Fuckin' cheap bastard!"
"I'm warning you." said the guard, raising his Champion Ruby at Tank.
Tank looked into his eyes and clenched his fists, "Are you now?"
"I think our business here is done." said Lees. Tank looked around at each of the armed guards, and at Lees, and the safe on the wall. He looked at the guards again, and the drop-down turret on the ceiling and back at the open safe. Edmund Lees stared at him impatiently.
Finally Tank growled and turned around and started walking off. "Escort him out of the building." Lees ordered his guards.
A couple of days later, Sadie was sitting at the bar in 'The Pond', a hang-out for Steel Shark Pirates in the harbour area of Keyser City. There was a HV holo-table in the corner which was currently displaying the news.
A male voice came from the speakers, "...Stocks in ValcoCorp have continued to fall after the bizarre death of its' CEO, Edmund Lees. The chairman was killed two days ago after he was crushed by a falling hover-car on the streets of New Darwin. Poitas police suspect foul play, but so far have very few leads. Lees heir, his only daughter Amelia, was devastated by the sudden death. She has reportedly broken off her engagement to the CEO of Lexcorp, Cyril Strathfield."
"...In other news, the Galactic Federation is clamping down on rogue transport operators in unprotected space, after several incidents which have put crew and passengers at great risk. They are denying rumours that the latest attempted hijacking of a Quazar flight had something to do with illegal alien technology..."
A large, hulking figure approached Sadie at the bar. "Let me buy you another drink Captain."
The young woman looked up at him, "Tank. Where have you been?"
"Oh, Did you have a job?"
"And you didn't get your crew in on it?"
"The Jaws was out of action. Barely made any profit from it anyway. Just did it for a bit of fun."
"I know what your idea of fun is, somewhere there's a pile of dead bodies and someone's had the shit fucked out of them." Tank smiled. The bartender put a glass and a bottle of Rum in front of Tank and poured Sadie another Soda.
"So how have you been Captain?" asked Tank.
"Shit. I'm bein' forced to stay clean. Every day is shit."
"Hang in there Cap, I don't wanna get stuck taking orders from some Cunt again."
"You've always been a good supporter of mine Tank. I appreciate it. I got you a little something to say thanks." Sadie reached down to the bag at her feet and pulled out a small, silver box. She held it out to Tank.
"What's that?" asked Tank, looking at it.
"It's a present."
"I don't think anyone's ever given me a present before. I usually just take stuff."
"Well take this then."
Tank grabbed the box, it was quite heavy for its size. He opened it up and smiled at Sadie. "A grenade."
Sadie smiled back. "I knew you'd like it. The Jaws III is ready to go again. We're launching at nineteen hundred hours. Skylar's given us an important mission on New Heidi. Something to do with Amos Chong, and Alien Tech."
"Sounds like fun." said Tank.
Just for fun, here's some other titles I considered for this story:
Tank You Very Much
Can't Tank You Enough
Tanks, But No Tanks
Tank You and Goodnight
Tank God For That
No Tanks to You
Tank Your Lucky Stars
Money in the Tank
You Can Tank on it
Wham, Bam, Tank You Ma'am
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