"Ugh my head, What did I drink last night?" I woke up with a huge hangover. Going to an underground station bar was not a good idea going to the next three or four was not the best idea I ever had. Oh wait your probably wondering who or where I am? Well Who?
I am Lucas B Toll'rick, I'm a Human Engineer that work on ships, space stations, and the rare cyborg that comes to my shop. Where I am is on the farthest station ever built. Space Station Omega-13-7 Or SSO137. It's nicknamed "Dead End Station" Pretty fucking accurate, since where the last stop till the go out and build another one 20-30 lightyears away.
Now back to the story at hand. "Oh gods my head!" I turn to my side and come face to face with a Delman women. Delman are a race of dogs that humanity experimented on, in the late 22 century. This was a German Shepard by the looks of it.... Pretty. "Who are you?" I ask fearing the worst about what happened last night.
"Huh? Who are you, what are you doing in my room?" She asked while she stretching her body. "Um this is my room...Wait this isn't my room?" And it wasn't, Mine is a mini-junkyard. This place is more of a Gypsy caravan then a room here at Dead End. "Huh this isn't my room where are we? OH MY DOGS! I've been kidnapped!" She yells to my beating head.
"Shut up will you! Gods your yelling isn't going to help!" I yell in a hush tone. "Oh Dogs your my kidnapper!" "Am not ya bloody idiot! Who are you?" "S-sary Tomb, you?" "Lucas Toll'rick, call me Ricky. Now whose home is this?" At this moment I'll like you to meet one of the first alien races we met in our history of space travel.
The Nagaam or Snakes for obvious reasons. The Snakes are well snakes that be traveling with humanity since they found our first shuttle flying towards their star. Their lower body is just like a snake but their upper body is like ours... human. Well the have the cobra like hood that flairs up when distress or aroused. "Hello my friendsss, How are you doing thisss fine morning?" This snake is holding to mugs that was filled what I assumed is coffee.
"Yes um thanks it's been confusing, who are you?" She smiles and it was a beautiful smile but the smile showed two sharp fangs full of venom. She was wearing some sort of flimsy gypsy with bandages tied tight around her breast. "My name is to hard for humans and delmans to say call me, Tammy." She gave us the mugs and we drink. I can fell my hangover leave.
"Well... Tammy what happened last night?" "Yeah and, where are we?" We ask feeling the need to get clarity on the events last night. "You both were brought here after you passst out in the streetsss with your handsss cuff to a each other and a pole, down in ssub-ssector B95, the minersss dissstrict." Ah so that answers that, what now? "Um miss snake lady where is here?" Sary ask cautiously
"Thisss is my home, You are in sssub-ssector 78. The healersss disstrict, I'm here to heal woundss, cure sicknesss, and set boness." I didn't get my answer. "What happened last night exactly?" She smiles again and coils around me. "You were drinking, kissing, breeding the naturalss thing you mammalsss do when you get, um... how you say 'drunk of yer assess' da?"
"Um then whats her story?" I ask pointing at Sary. "Ssame thing, though see ssaid that she was looking for a mate, though I think sshe wass looking for another delman." Well to say it was a surprise would be an understatement. "You can't be my mate! I'm not old enough to get a mate!" She yells and starts to freak out. "Quite ya git! I'm not your mate, No ring!"
To be Continue....