Firefly Persephone – Austin Bunton Designs

This is the Firefly-class transport Spaceship owned and operated by Auz and his crew.

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Table of Contents:

Etymology/Vocabulary
Backstory
Dimensions / Measurements
Crew
Restricted Rooms
Shuttles
Nyria’s Shuttle
Special Features
The Goals
Persephone’s Timeline & Tallies
Daily Schedule and Percentages
The Clandestine Skunkworks Firefly
An Oddity of a Combination
The Fast and the Furious
Silent Running
Just for Fun
The Kind of Things You’ll Hear
2530s and Beyond: Salvation… and Social-experiment Complete
No Time Passed
Images (parent category for several of the following)
The Ship
Many Berths/Quarters
Lounges
Cockpit Concepts
Nice Berths
Wells
Underside Observatory
Nyria’s Cum Fetish (numerous sections/subcategories)
Videos
Music (parent category for three of the following)
Musical Moments
Performing Onboard
More Firefly-esque Country Classics
Updates (parent category for the following)
2022 Update: Minecraft 1:1 Build
Acquisition/Capture Examples of the 2500s
2022 Update 2: Rules
2022 Update 3: Creativerse Full-size Build
2023 Update: Excerpt
2023 Update 2: Standard Landing
2023 Update 3: Nicknames
2023 Update 4: Population
2023 Update 5: Spacesuits
2023 Update 6: Individual Missions
2023 Update 7: Always Stocked
2023 Update 8: Compactors and Kitchens
2023 Update 9: Usage Times and Percentages
2023 Update 10: Locker Assignments
2023 Update 11: Atmosphere-control Room
2023 Update 12: Games Played Aboard
2023 Update 13: Reiteration
2023 Update 14: Excerpts
2023 Update 15: Who All of TNH Saw It
2023 Update 16: Weapons Specifics
2023 Update 17: Pay
2023 Update 18: Recruiting
2023 Update 19: Gifts at the End
2023 Update 20: Cost per Component
2023 Update 21: Cargo-bay Specifics
2023 Update 22: Hover-truck
2023 Update 23: Specific Controls Options/Settings
2023 Update 24: Ordnance Specifics
2023 Update 25: Weights of What Must Be Reloaded
2023 Update 26: Stealth-tanker Concept
2023 Update 27: Magic
2023 Update 28: Forcefield
2023 Update 29: Nuclear Missile
2023 Update 30: Logical Design
2023 Update 31: Cyd Trying Nyria’s Stuff
2024/+
Closing/Final/Overall Themes/Music

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Etymology/Vocabulary:

Persephone
noun. Per·seph·o·ne pər-ˈse-fə-nē: a daughter of Zeus (a.k.a. Jupiter) and Demeter (a.k.a. Ceres) abducted by Pluto (a.k.a. Hades) to reign with him over the underworld

Persephone was crowned Queen of the Underworld. To us Inisfreeans, the underworld is the abyss humans call Outer Space. What a fitting name, then, for this ship of ours, it so often in that underworld, the High King’s daily ally/servant there.

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The Firefly–class
a transport-ship series of multipurpose, mid-bulk transport-boats designed by Allied Spacecraft Corporation (named Firefly due to how bug-/firefly-like it appears to some people when viewed from the outside)

One of the oldest types of ships plying at the seas are the ones that carry unpackaged bulk-cargo like coal, grains, iron ore, sulfur, etc..

Other bulk-ship sizes:

Mini: <10,000 Dead-Weight Ton (DWT); a measure of the weight (or displacement) of everything that a ship is carrying
Small: 10,000 to 25,000 DWT
Handysize: 10,000 DWT to 30,000 DWT, or 25,000 to 40,000
Handymax: 35,000 DWT to 60,000 DWT
Panamax: 60,000 DWT to 80,000 or 100,000 DWT
Post-Panamax: 80,000 to 120,000 DWT
Capesize: 100,000 to 200,000 DWT
Very Large Bulk Carriers (VLBC): >200,000 DWT
and this category/class can be called Valemax, which is such vessels carrying up to 400,000 tons of bulk cargo

Further details about bulk-carriers are here, here, here, and here.

Persephone is a Space-faring bulk-transporting ship.
In this case, the bulk-cargo (dry, unpackaged goods) are usually kajirae-candidates; acquired sexy females –though we certainly always eventually get them wet.
Able to comfortably transport/house 176-500 human-sized people (~30,000 lbs. (15 tons) to ~90,000 lbs. (45 tons) worth), plus many more tons of cargo, but nowhere near the 10,000-ton category-maximum of a Mini-bulk, this makes Persephone a mini- or even a micro-bulk; almost a basic/tiny bulk-transport.

2024 September 6 Saturday update:

but a micro-bulk by Earth-ocean standards… is still an intermediate-bulk by 34 Tauri spaceships standards; it is in the middle of the sizes available to most people out in 34 Tauri during the 2400s and 2500s, A.D., as far as hauling/shipping goes.
Big corporations such as Blue Sun are usually the only ones able to finance the larger-bulk Spaceships.

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Backstory:

Elite families and societies had kept an eye out for -and on- Auz for many years. Some of them had pleasant relocations to 34 Tauri, well in advance of his 2313 ultimatum. Some even helped secretly carry out his will on Earth and other worlds, even in the SSPs. That is how he had a business connection and interested ‘angel’-investor from one of their families; Augustine. It was that history and connection which got him the funding and other support he needed in order to get his social-experiment going without just mind-controlling all its human participants (which would have defeated the purpose of the experiment; to see if humans out there now can and will work well with Inisfreeans and him).

~40,000 Fireflies are still operational in 34 Tauri; it is easy for ours to blend in, even though it is entirely black as if it is an unheard-of limousine variant.
~93,000 were made; it wasn’t difficult to get an intact hull / unused one.
93,000 spread unevenly amidst 223 worlds = ~417/world, on average, with some having thousands to themselves, sometimes in junk-/scrapyards.

The Firefly ships were designed to have their hover-truck bring in truckloads and towed palettes or bins or shipping containers, which their gantry-crane would then stack from back to front, the crew using the catwalk stairs to get around those dry/bulk/packaged cargo units. This Firefly of ours is not that different; it just has a narrower dry-bulk stowing/storage area. The crane is even used to lift captured girls to the 2nd or 3rd rooms/catwalks (if they are combative/temperamental, thus in a straitjacket).

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Also: I am reminded of “The Coconut Commando”; that was the pirate-ship idea from my 2nd deployment, its name in the cheesy 70s and 80s format of creating a simple and catchy rhyme. I’m glad that idea never manifested with time aboard an actual vessel; this one here (Persephone) is worlds better. Still, it is nice that what actually manifested (Persephone) refreshes an amusing innocent memory from such a challenging chapter of my past.

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Also: I (Auz) can never be a pirate, and (Firefly) Persephone can never be a pirate ship, because I am God; everything already belongs to me.

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We chose the Firefly model as the base of this custom vessel because:

it is a very common and classic/oldies sight out here,
it is regarded as relatively primitive, impoverished, and negligible,
and it has plenty of room for everything we wanted to have handy during our outings.

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“…the day of the Lord’s return will come unexpectedly, like a thief in the night.”
Everywhere I went, most were not expecting me, and apparently none knew or accepted who I am, all treating me awfully, no matter my good manners and efforts to learn their customs and help them.
Thus, forevermore, I reject and cast them out, and sneak past the lot of them, that I deny them any chance to disrespect me again.
Amen.
Remember, though, that I cannot steal that which is mine. Everything is mine.

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Dimensions / Measurements:

“Persephone” is seven stories tall with its landing-gear retracted/up. With those gear down, it becomes nine. A nine-story transport-spacecraft has a lot more room than its humble exterior might suggest. (Most cargo-planes are only two or three stories tall, and up to six stories if you count their tall tail-fins.)

The original Firefly-class transport-ship dimensions were kept; we are trying to blend in, after all.

Depth (“Length”): 378′-8″* (78 feet (and 8 inches) longer than the playing-area of a football-field)
Width: 204′-2″ (with its cargo-hull spanning 64′; that’s more than 3x the width of a cargo-plane’s hold/interior)
Height: 92′-6″ (nine stories tall when its landing-gear are extended/down)
basically: comparable to an Airbus A380, a Boeing 747-8, or a Navy corvette-class ship (smaller than a frigate)

2023 September realization: Avionics in the Creativerse model can be much smaller; a room that large is not needed for 1 Inisfree-grade supercomputer-brain big enough to manage a ship this size. ~15′ from the tip of the nosecone / front of this craft… back toward the bottom of the front of the windshield/s… can be “shaved off”, thereby making it even easier to fit Persephone in any TNH large-hangar.

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Crew Capacity: 15, by design of the Allied Spacecraft Corporation (in 8 cabins (private berths/suites; in the forward-/neck-hall), plus 1 ‘dorm’ (which, in the original Firefly-class design/s, was in the bottom back of the ships, right behind their medical module, but which –in Persephone here– is what any of the lounges can double as)), originally; in a normal Firefly-class ship

We changed this to be a crew of 5, using only 4 of the 8 cabins in our ship (since Auz and Nyria often sleep/nap together in his or her room, and since Auz almost always portals back home to Earth to sleep 6 nights a week with his top wife there, and spends his 7th night each week (every Saturday into Sunday morning) marrying more goddesses in Inisfree, plus all day every Sunday with his top wife and the four children she made for him), freeing up half the cabins and the dorm in Persephone.
Persephone can operate with a crew of 0 (zero); as an A.I. built by the Inisfreeans (ICVs) of Auz, it is entirely autonomous whenever need be.
There is always at least 1 crew-cabin/room in Persephone vacant; reserved for attachés, consultants, Registered Companions, etc.. This is the room Bailey has some of her things in, as she keeps most of her belongings in her own room/suite in (the Companions Section/Wing of) TNH.
The 3 lounges are almost never used as guest-rooms.

Passenger Capacity: 36 (in 6 staterooms (now 8 forward-/neck-hall quarters), plus 12 berths (the ‘dorm’ behind the medical module, now (in ours; Persephone) replaced by the Fuel Room, our 3 lounges and dozens of cargo-bay rooms taking over this housing role)) originally; in a normal Firefly-class ship

We changed this to be more than 100, splitting the cargo-hold (main bay / largest compartment) into three berths-floors.
~65′ deep (“long”) x ~60′ wide x ~50′ tall = 3 floors, each ~15′ from floor to ceiling, and each in a ~3,900 sq.ft. area; that’s enough space for ~24 studio-apartments (~472 sq.ft.) or several dozen more kajira holding-cells (~9 sq.ft.).
Since the Repulsines built into this ship render its weight null during warp-based transit, it has no cargo/passenger weight-limit, though only ~500 or so kajirae-candidates can be ‘safely’ crammed into all its rooms, cells, and other compartments (usually requiring them to be restrained/strapped down to padded safety-crates).
Tally/total of passenger-rooms in the interactive/playable Creativerse computer-model: 42 (14 per level, x 3 levels)
Passenger Capacity (in just those rooms; those in the cargo-bay): 168 (42 rooms, x 4 twin-size bunks/beds per room)
Maximum Passengers (counting the crew, safely/comfortably): 176 (Auz + his 4 crewmates + 3 more (the other forward-/neck-hall rooms’ beds) + 168 passengers/acquisitions)
Cargo-bay In-floor Storage-containers: 42 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Cargo-bay Wall-lockers: 32 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Lower-lounge Wall-lockers: 18 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Water-room Stairwell Wall-lockers: 4 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Total storage-containers a girl can be stored in: 42
Total wall-lockers a girl can be stored in: 54
Total non-room girls-storage available: 96 containers/lockers/units
168 + 96 = 264 (thus how ~2x that if cramming girls into the rooms, stacking more containers in the cargo-bay, etc.)

Carried Vessels:

2 Endo/Exo-Atmospheric Shuttles (the kind Inara turned into a taxi-brothel in the show)
10 emergency life-pods (each big enough for 2-3 normal-sized humans)
Again, we kept the original design, at least as much as possible, so that if we ever needed to jettison the life-pods and shuttles, the exact number a UAP observer would expect to come from this shape/class of ship… would be what they see.

Weights of the Base/Inspiration-model:

empty weight: 350,000 lbs. (175 tons)
(Persephone weighs more, though its exact tonnage is classified; as that might hint at some of its components and materials)
maximum weight: 865,000 lbs. (432.5 tons)
(Persephone can fly with more total-weight than this. Again, though, its exact capabilities are classified.)
maximum payload: 325,000 lbs. (162.5 tons)
(Persephone can comfortably fly –even without its repulsines on– with somewhat more weight/cargo than that. With its repulsines on, it can cancel out a degree-of-magnitude more weight/cargo than 162.5 tons. It can repulsine-fly with several military/battle-tanks inside, for example (each of which typically weigh ~55 tons; 55 x 7 = 385 tons).)

Medical Module in Persephone:

12 medical/stasis/triage-tubes; 6 per side, in groups/rows of 3, all against the 2 side-walls
2 regen’/decon’-tubs
2 recovery/rest-beds (twin-sized bunk-style, single-level; not stacked)
1 operating (and automated/assisted triage) table

Weapons Storage:

There is no central armory.
Everyone’s firearms, if they have any, are stowed in gun-safes in the walls of their personal rooms in the forward-/neck-hallway.
The ship only allows Auz access to all weapons storage-containers/lockers, and authorized crew-members access to their own weapons storage-lockers.

Ejection/Escape/Life-pods:

2 mini-halls / bays of them, 1 on either side of the bottom of the front of the ship’s ‘neck’-like section; best spot for
1) most-likely ejecting toward planet-side, and
2) ejecting a decent distance away from the wing-engines and jump-engine
5 pods per hall/bay (though only 4 per bay are shown in the Creativerse model; due to block-size and spacing-constraints there)
each pod: comfortably holds/supports 2 human-sized passengers, but capable of holding/supporting up to 3
10 pods x up to 3 people per pod = ejection/lifeboat capacity for 30 people (more than double this vessel’s originally-planned maximum-crew; crew plus most-likely number of passengers)

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2023 September update: Its Weight

empty: 175 tons (t)
just fuel: 105t
just stocks (not ship): 79t
just weapons (with ammo.): 68t
fuel and stocks: 184t
fuel and weapons: 173t
stocks, wpns: 147t
fuel, stocks, wpns: 252t
usu. 15t of ppl (crew + passengers)
175 + 252 + 15 = 442t
max payload (cargo) of original: 162t
max weight/grand of original: 432t
432 – 162 = 270t of non-cargo in the original
442 – 432 = 10t heavier than original, assuming all fueled up
Persephone weighs as much as ~7 battle tanks when it is fully loaded.
Just it and its wpns = 243t; weight of ~4 battle tanks, thus it can haul ~3 tanks worth of cargo.
total/max’/loaded weight ÷ 6 landing-gear = 74t (the weight of an average battle-tank) per landing-gear ‘sole’; minimum load-bearing for any runway or building it lands on
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for comparison: (many/most) Cargo planes weigh 113-135t; Persephone is ~2-2.4x heavier, unloaded.
for comparison: C-5 Galaxy: empty: 187t, max takeoff: 420t; max cargo+fuel= 233t (It can carry much more than its own weight.)
for comparison: The B-1B’s max takeoff weight: 238t.
for comparison: similar to the Antonov AN-225; that plane can carry 275t of cargo.
for comparison: Sloop-of-war class: <220-550t
for comparison: a Navy Corvette-class: 500-3,000t; Persephone weighs less than a Navy corvette and more than a cargo plane or bomber.
for comparison: average pirate-ship ~1,000t
for comparison: At launch, the Space shuttle (of 1981-2011 A.D.), external tank (big ochre), solid rocket boosters (skinny whites), and all the fuel combined, had a total weight of 4.4 million pounds (2,200 tons). This shuttle could also carry a 65,000-lbs. payload (bringing that total up to 2,232.5 tons).
for comparison: Some submarines weigh ~18,750 tons; the 560’D (“long”) 42’diameter ~77’tall Ohio-class ones, for example.
Why so heavy? This prevents them from floating, for one; it keeps them submerged to a certain depth.
It is also because everything in them is “Tetris-ed” together, and because they have so many tall heavy long-range missiles, plus torpedoes, and so on.

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Shuttles:

36’D (“long”)
15’W
12’H (becomes 39′ when wings are extended)
Unlike on normal Fireflies, both shuttles on this version are completely enclosed when their docking bays’ doors close.
basically/overall: like a stealth flying-APC
entry/exit hatch is a double/consecutive; airlock big enough for one average-sized human at a time (meaning these shuttles don’t have to be in-atmosphere or docked to safely load or unload)
seating capacity: 1 pilot, 1 copilot, and ~half a dozen passengers comfortably, but able to pack in twice that (~16 average-human-sized people) in an emergency;
16 ppl crammed (pilot + copilot + 12 in passengers/middle/biggest section + 2 in the toilet-room), or
8 normally (pilot + copilot + 4 seated passengers + 2 “pets” on the floor), or
4 with big rucks for expedition-work (not including the pilot or copilot)
same power-system as any IC ship; can be powered by anything, such as the excess energy of the people inside, and/or from its own movement, and/or Space itself, and/or the energy always available in the Inisfree-empire power-grid, etc.
atmosphere: stored, filtered, and generated onboard, and suitable for up to ~16 average-human-sized people breathing normally (or ~half as many exerting themselves)
intercom: both primitive/overhead and by-mind settings available
like any IC ship: self-maintaining, self-repairing, and self-cleaning
same propulsion options as Persephone; repulsines-based (thus can cancel out its own weight, overcome any gravity (including tractor beams, black holes, etc.), with the ability to mimic primitive human engines common to the Firefly shuttles
range: infinite, like any IC ship’s
floats like a boat
dives like a submarine, but without pressurization problems
all-weather; not even hurricanes on gas-giants can cause turbulence when its repulsines are on
navigation: can auto/self-pilot, and does not need stars to determine its position
same sensors as any IC ship; full-spectrum, long-range, even mind-reading, able to detect all human/Outlander craft, beams, tech’ (even their advanced/stealth/cloaked stuff, and their ships in warp –and from/while warp/ed)
same countermeasures as Persephone; electronic/basic and advanced/non-linear jamming abilities, chaffs (to confuse radar), flares (to confuse heat-seekers), etc.
same armor as Persephone; invincible materials and shielding (and it can even land on lava without melting), automatically absorbing and distributing all energy and projectiles to the rest of the Inisfree-empire power-grid (which even effortlessly processes supernovae bursts)
similar weapons to Persephone; hidden (even undetectable to human scans) lasers, repulsor-beams, deletion-beams, etc., but no primitive projectiles (bombs, bullets, missiles, rockets, etc.), thus more like an MPHA or IC FJ
personal-weapons rack/locker in the passenger compartment/section
same appearance modes as Persephone; uncloaked, flash/nova, and cloaked
same cloaking as any IC ship; instant, indefinite, and requires no fuel/power; a natural ability of the ‘skin’, based on that of chameleons and optical-illusion coatings
also like any IC ship, the shuttles can be portal-recalled; they can be instantly moved back into their hangars in Persephone, no matter the distance or velocities (though when flying without their repulsine-effects, they should be adjusted to match the velocity of Persephone first)
life-support capacity: no container-farms or stasis-tubes, but able to recycle their atmospheres, water, etc., and 3D-print/replicate/materialize single-serving snacks/meals (1 at a time, taking ~a few minutes for each); not intended/ideal as lifeboats/long-term, but suitable as multi-person escape-pods, etc.
desalination system
toilet-room in back can be locked/used as a single-person jail-cell
All seats can be ejected.

Shuttle bays are full of cleaning lasers and other devices that detect and terminate pests and residue.

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Nyria’s Shuttle:

Nyria Serra, being a young lady of grace and stature as a Registered Companion, was granted one of Persephone’s two short-range shuttles as her private transportation/’taxi’ to and from Persephone. As with Inara’s shuttle from Firefly and Serenity, Nyria’s shuttle-craft affords her the freedom to venture out from Persephone during their time planet-side, to explore, sight-see, and contract with Companion-friendly members of the local population. She exercises this lucrative freedom during most planet-side ‘runs’.

Ever the avid enthusiast for, and connoisseur of, all things grandiose and lavish, Auz has helped her amass an eclectic, exotic, awe-inspiring myriad of the finest crafts, gadgets, and furnishings credits (and crime) can buy. Due to this nature of her shuttle’s décor, he keeps a close eye on the interior and immediate vicinity of his ship, employs loyal mercenaries (such as Brahan), maintains a rotating and overlapping guard watch, and keeps both Persephone and her two shuttles outfitted with the latest in compatible detection, analysis, countermeasure, defensive, and offensive technologies. It is very difficult to infiltrate or steal from Nyria’s shuttle or the rest of the ship.

Her shuttle includes numerous features perfect for entertaining clients who enjoy sexy females;

assortment of sex toys and related accessories (“quickie cuffs”; handcuffs for sex), all neatly organized/stowed on the cabinet shelves and in the drawers
bondage/BDSM X-frame and padded shackles
comfortable, thick, silk-cased cushions
fold-up/down massage-table
gong-bath and singing-bowls tools/instruments
handholds and footholds for extra leverage during fucking
indirect/mood lighting
lotions, lubricants, and massage-oils
mirrors overhead and attached to the walls; for viewing fucking from all/multiple angles at once
musical instruments (her favorite few, all stowed in their own padded cabinets/cases until requested –and she loves to straddle and ride/grind for her client/s while playing them and singing along, even when two are fucking her pussy and ass at the same time; double-penetration performance)
projectors (holographic) and wall-mounted flat/wide-screens (usually for playing/looping favorite porn clips)
surround-sound hidden speakers / entertainment-system (usually used to play sexy sex-sounds softly)
a translucent and internally-lit stripper-pole
washcloths and related items for cleanup

Nyria enjoys drinking semen, so she keeps the fridge in her room (shuttle) here stocked full of vials and used condoms full of it from ‘countless’ (thousands of) men. They are clearly labeled, and the fridge kept locked, so there’s no need to worry about grabbing one by mistake. She offers one or two of them to distinguished female guests who like to partake, as well. (Nymphs, after all, get their sustenance not from food, but from love, sex, play, flirtiness, and sexual fluids, and all Inisfreeans (ICVs) are modern/neo-nymphs.)

She will also sometimes wear a skirt of those used (and still filled) condoms arranged in the same style as the Roman soldiers’ leather-strips clothing articles; Pteruges. This is a badge of honor, pride, and many victories for her. You’ll find her snacking on them from time to time, too, emptying each one into any of her three main holes.

The toilet in the back of her shuttle is a B.T.B., making it the 2nd in Persephone, both being in her areas; 1 B.T.B. is in this shuttle, and the other is in her private room in Persephone’s forward-/neck-hall. Anytime Nyria isn’t needed by anyone in Persephone or TNH, she is likely straddling either one of these B.T.B.s, or the Sybian machine in her room, all 3 of which are how, out here, she, being an Inisfreean (ICV), likes to ‘unwind’/relax and meditate. She loves inviting people in while she is still on/using those things, continuing to sit naked on them, shivering and softly moaning as they bring her through edging after edging and orgasm after orgasm, all while carrying on pleasant conversations with her guests. She is an Inisfreean, after all.

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Crew:

These are the brave and exceptional souls who manned this ‘little’ spaceship for several years.

Auzdein von Himmler: Captain/Slaver; Mission Commander –aboard from the start/printing
Brahan Fionn Odhar: Breacher/Combatant/Security/Soldier/Sniper, recruited on one of the UAP-resisting worlds –aboard since 2517
Cyd Bishop: Pilot/Navigator*, recruited on her own world –aboard since late 2517
Nyria Serra: Bodyguard / Cook/Chef / Dancer / Dentist / Diplomat / Dismount / Gunner / Hostess / Mechanic / Musician / Nurse / Registered Companion / Singer / Spy / Tech’ Support / Translator/Interpreter (omniglot, mind-surfing, Internet-processing, etc.), “found” on one of the worlds she did business on –aboard from the start/printing
Dr. Sasha Bulgakov: Surgeon, recruited from a UAP world in 34 Tauri’s Core-region –aboard since 2517

Even though I (Auz) and Nyria can fly/pilot, and the ship can fly itself, the ship’s main focus is hiding us all (stealth), Nyria’s main function is seducing and pacifying our cargo and contacts, and my main function is deciding on each potential acquisition the ship and Nyria present data about to me.

All except for one (Nyria; she stayed with Auz –and always will), they parted ways, still friends, after completing numerous satellite-patrols and other missions together.

How Nyria dresses casual for many outings; inconspicuous:

Chain of Command is:

Me (Auz)
Nyria (when I am away)
the ship (A.I. IC); when I and Nyria are away
Augustine
Cyd
Brahan
Zhanna (when all of the above are away, and the ship is busy with something, thus she helps direct non-ICVs doing things inside, or is in charge of a satellite-patrol)

For medical events, it is:

Nyria
Sasha (when Nyria is away)

The crew are the people in 34 Tauri prescreened and found already the most compatible with me (Auz) out of anyone in their multi-system. (Those aboard TNH are found already-compatible with Inisfreeans (ICVs) in general, but not until after years of running joint-missions with them (ICVs) will they be compatible enough to warrant more-direct contact with me, etc..)

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Restricted Rooms:

As on just about any vessel, the Firefly “Persephone” is not without its off-limits areas.

The cockpit (flight deck; this room in this vessel is big enough to walk around in),
avionics (beneath the cockpit –and where the ship’s A.I. core/brain is),
the airlocks/atmospheres-control room,
the reverse-thrusters room/hall,
both shuttle bays (and the 2 shuttles which came with this Firefly),
the maintenance room,
the gravity-drive room,
the engine room,
the fuel room,
the medical module,
all airlocks/hatches except for the main one (at the bottom of the front of the cargo bay),
the sub-decks (below/in the floors) and super-decks (above/in the ceilings) maintenance crawl-spaces,
as well as the personal quarters assigned to each crew member,

are all restricted to approved-/assigned-crew only. Most of the crew has military (including martial arts) training, and will use that to maintain this policy if need be.

Crew members may allow others into their personal/individual/assigned quarters,
the ship’s mechanic may allow others into the maintenance room, the reverse-thrusters room/hall, the gravity-drive room, the engine room, the fuel room, and/or the sub-decks (below/in the floors) and super-decks (above/in the ceilings) maintenance crawl-spaces (as long as they have Auz’s approval),
its doctor, into the medical module (as long as they have Auz’s approval),
its captain (Auz) into his own shuttle,
Nyria or Auz into Nyria’s shuttle,
and its pilot (as long as they have Auz’s approval) or captain (Auz) may allow others into the forward/neck hall, ejection-modules bays, avionics room, and/or cockpit.

Auz’s crew-mates are far from being novices, and will always check for clearance and escort parameters in person. If you want in, just be polite and ask.

That leaves:

the cargo-bay main airlock,
the cargo bay (biggest room in this ship),
most storage-compartments (though they are often filled with captured kajirae candidates),
the hallways (3; ‘neck’ + the 2 which go from the engine room to the gravity-drive room),
the dining room,
the upper lounge (between the dining module and the maintenance room),
*2024 September 6 Saturday correction: The upper lounge now doubles as the top-firing weapons room, so this/it is crew-only.
and the lower lounge (between the cargo bay and the engine room, and which includes the library, lockers alcoves, and water/laundry room),

generally open/accessible.

Passengers and other guests are welcome to keep themselves entertained in those areas, and can move freely between them.

It is highly recommended that the exterior of the ship only be visited when it is docked or landed, and even then only with standard safety equipment (such as a harness attached to a cable) and crew-mate supervision.

In short, everyone ever allowed into this Spacecraft, other than Auz and the four people on his crew, must enter and exit via the main airlock at the bottom of the front of the cargo bay. Auz accesses all rooms/parts of this vessel anytime and however he wants. Ultimately, anyone going anywhere other than directly via public-access routes to their assigned berths/quarters must get specific permission directly from Auz, as this Spacecraft belongs to him and no one else.

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Special Features:

Autopilot is actually secretly sophisticated A.I.; it can activate itself based on Auz’s direction from any distance, needing no radio signal or other direct link/beam. In other words, no one needs to be in this ship for it to move/pilot itself –and it can pilot itself expertly/precisely.
The seats, steering wheel/s, and joystick/s all have an internal cooling and heating system; they’ll never burn or freeze anyone’s hands.
Every seat (in the berths, dining room, lounges, etc.) and bed has a five-point safety-harness (not just a seatbelt), thus even acquired girls sleeping on their bunkbeds can be kept safe if ever sudden changes in trajectory or internal/artificial gravity occur.
Every lounge-couch and toilet has a seatbelt.
Every dorm-like berth/room meant for newly-acquired girls (kajirae candidates) has hidden cameras, remote locking, remote climate-control, and bio’-signature sensors (meaning it can tell exactly what each of its passengers needs and even thinks, sometimes even before they themselves can/do).
Like many cruise ships, waste water (such as from toilets) is stored in a tank with ‘good’ bacteria which naturally help convert it to less-harmful fluid/material, and whether that water becomes classified as ‘black water’ (sewage) or ‘gray water’ (re-useable, at least as non-potable water; for toilets, but not for cleaning or drinking), it can be moved into a few different undercarriage ballasts to help keep this ship upright even if it is floating on an open body of water, such as a river, lake, or sea.
Even if something completely disabled this Firefly’s designed/original means of moving itself, it doesn’t actually need it; it just uses that to appear to be low-tech’ (i.e. a normal Firefly model). At any time, it can switch to using its hidden repulsines.
Having repulsines (devices which, among other things, can cancel out its weight, not just its felt-inertia / velocity-changes), its landing-gear are more just to keep its underside out of any mud or other messy surfaces it might have reason to land upon.
Its medical module is secretly a very sophisticated diagnosis/triage and omni-healing chamber; it can identify and cure absolutely anything (though this is never revealed to the hired/contracted doctor or others).
In an emergency, there is a secret/hidden device in the kitchen of this ship; a Materializer can synthesize any healthy food or beverage (though this is never revealed, as it is only for an extreme indefinite-lifeboat situation).
All windows are transparent metal, bullet and bomb proof, energy shielded, and default polarized so no lights on inside shine out through them, and so no stars or lasers outside blind anyone inside.
Perseph’ also has ‘tractor beams’ designed to only seduce girls I would see as hotties, while repelling everyone I would not be attracted to; multiple beams lining the border of the front-hatch and the bottom-hatch of the passenger-section, as well as all the door-sized and trapdoor-sized service-hatches, including the magnetic-coupler, with additional tractor-beams able to be activated from inside those hatches (to pull/seduce in hotties even when a docking seal is blocking their outside borders/beams). Nyria can portal them into their rooms, of course, but she is not always available.
Any brainwave/personality changes are noticed and alerted to me and Nyria even before they fully manifest in any acquired asset; we know who the Sleeper Cells are, if we have any onboard, even before they are triggered. This system also determines what their triggers are, as well as how Nyria can deprogram them back to normal.
Many of the different types of ship-mounted weapons any human member of a 34 Tauri military, planet-side or space-faring, would expect to find –and be running forensics tests in search of clues for– are hidden within the walls/hull of this vessel; Persephone can fire a vast variety of lasers, projectiles, and more, making ‘her’ ‘kills’ appear to be shot at by just about anyone in 34 Tauri ‘she’ (her crew) wants people to think shot at them.
This ship, being essentially another of Inisfree’s Air Force Ones, is the only vessel in 34 Tauri capable of ‘jumping’ (portal-ing) as far across Creation (the Universe or any of the other dimensions/realms/universes) as Auz might ever need or want ‘her’ to. Even TNH can’t do that. (TNH was designed only to be able to ‘jump’ within 34 Tauri, as it will eventually be handed over to the UAP once Auz has completed his multi-decade social-experiment based out of TNH.)
Anytime a kajira is anywhere she isn’t supposed to be, such as anywhere without the escort she was meant to have, whether that is in a Persephone stairwell or anywhere else, that room automatically locks all its doors/hatches, ensuring she stays in there until her assigned escort returns to resume escorting her.
The fuel-room is just for when the wing-engines are used to generate contrails so Persephone seems like a normal Firefly to eye-witnesses, thus the tanks/chambers of fuel in here are only refilled after flights when this feature gets used.
Since Persephone is an I.C., it is linked the way all other Inisfreean ships and people (ICVs) are; it is able to disperse/share any excess energy or matter it has. This means that all the cum Nyria and the other ICVs out there swallow… can be portal-ed to it, de-atomized along the way, converted into anything the Inisfreean fleet/network needs, and added to its fuel or forcefield, for example. (TNH, while also an I.C., does not have this ability; it was designed to self-repair to an extent, but not have access to the I.C.s portals-based power-grid –because eventually it will be left with the humans of 34 Tauri, no longer commanded by Auz or an ICV, just serving as a carrier-sized ELD for him to continue remotely observing how they behave/operate out there.)
The hatches of this ship automatically scan everything that passes through them, and the ship reads the minds of all onboard, so nothing gets in or out without Nyria and Auz knowing about it.
Every utensil and cooking tool in its galley/kitchen has a tracking device, so the ship knows if anything is left out (i.e. a risk/threat during no-repulsine flight/maneuvers).
All sensors and gauges on the vehicles we in our realm make/made auto-self-recalibrate themselves on their regular/recommended maintenance cycle/schedule.
Every airlock doubles as a quick-scan-&-decon chamber.
Fire suppression is mostly sound-based, and temporary atmo’ evacuation can be used in any room; the cockpit and atmo’ room can use their control panels/consoles/terminals to vent the atmosphere/air out of any room in which they have reason to believe that will put out fires –and then, of course, restore that atmosphere / air pressure.
The Grid Mind modified this Firefly so that, whether operating normally or redlining, it always naturally maintains pleasant temperatures in all rooms meant for people.
It can detect if fuel pumping in is right, and shut off its own fuel-intake if anything is wrong, releasing the bad so it doesn’t mix in with the good fuel.
Cameras in the stealth layer all around, making a composite image of any or all radian POVs, thus very difficult to block or trick us regarding exterior visuals. And all those cameras are FSOs; full-spectrum optics; they can see in infrared, ultraviolet, x-ray, etc..
A combo of lasers, weight sensors, and special cameras help police-call spot any floor debris.
Being in my presence/proximity and good graces keeps everyone calm and unified; that is one of my god-/superpowers.
Being in Nyria’s (or any ICV’s) presence/proximity keeps them as healthy as their primes/potentials; that is one of Her kind’s superpowers.
The Grid Mind can have bombs, bullets, fuel, and missiles made back in the Inisfreean realm and then portal-ed into their places in Persephone.
Every locker has cameras and sensors inside it so that the cockpit and atmo’ room can always know its contents plus the health status of the girls, if any, stored inside them. This also lets the crew know when some girls actually need to be let out, vs. if any of them are faking panic attacks or other issues.
Because of Persephone’s exceptional abilities (reading thoughts, seeing all Internet data, and knowing what computers are about to do), it never needs to stay hidden in an O.P. long to reveal what enemy and suspect activity will be in any given area.
While not exactly ‘special’ in general, the cockpit has Sun-shades like car visors; this is not that common in a lot of other ships’ cockpits. More accurately, of course, in our case, they can be called starlight-shades (as there is only one star named The Sun).
Optics developed in ETW desert wars let it see through brownout and sandstorms.
Repulsines allow it to land without kicking up sand or pebbles.
can refuel while midair
The hover-truck is a Gibbs Aquada and Sherp ATV fusion; if its hover fails, it lands on tires, and if it lands in water it floats and has a motorized propeller. Like a SWCC boat, it also has multiple gun mounts. –This hover-truck runs on batteries recharged when docked in Persephone, and can plug into any outlet on any world; it is not limited to the kind of EV charging-stations humans on ETW used to be.
All portholes and skylights are double layer plus triple when their internal blast doors are slid shut.
My notes ideas are written by the ship in a digital notepad during flight when i am focused on the captain chair duties
All bomb, gun, laser, missile, and rocket ports have their own one-way mini-forcefield plus a blast-door when not being fired. The ship has a forcefield of Inisfreean quality; it can instantly stop or convert even the incoming fire from capital ships, including from super-caps.
The entire ship constantly senses and scans for any unwanted stowaways, contaminants, pests, etc., and the galley module especially; in every cabinet, drawer, fridge section, under furniture, you name it.
Kitchen drawers and cabinets can also be climate-controlled, though not as efficiently freezing/frozen as a refrigerator freezer-section.
Landing gear can compensate for a landing site up to 10° slope.
If someone tries to snare or otherwise bind any of the landing gear, the ship’s shield can be flexed to cut steel cables, etc..
Since Persephone is human weapons wrapped together in Inisfreean tech’, its sensors are not limited by visibility such as clear skies, line of sight, or proximity; they can use one-way spy-portals human tech’ cannot detect, making even telephoto lenses and megapixel resolution arguably obsolete/pointless.
Tractor beams can slow, if not stop, any bullet fired. When a tractor beam is not likely to work, portals can be used.
All systems are separate now; no one system having an issue can affect the others (as was notoriously the case with the original Firefly model/s).
The engines no longer suck in air in such a way as to cause any shaking (as was the case with the original model/s).
Even the engine intakes, engine exhausts, and jump-drive exhaust have blast-doors that stay closed when those devices are not in use.
Because this Firefly was heavily modified, including being grid-ed by the Grid Mind, its parts are enmeshed with SRC, thus even its tiniest nuts and bolts are invincible. Even if birds or humans got sucked into its engines, it could not damage their blades; they would act like giant disposals, every last body-part completely pulverized and burned out the back.
If someone tried to toss a harder object in, like a piece of furniture or a rock, the ship would detect this and use its beams and mini-shields to disintegrate the thing –if its tractor beams didn’t change its trajectory in time.
If there is a fuel-room issue, or vice versa, horizontal blast-doors can seal off that room from the jump-drive.
Powerful winches are part of all its airlocks, 1 per normal airlock, and 4 in the ramp-airlock, each winch capable of pulling either something to Persephone, or Persephone to something.
There is no tail-bulb burst of light when this ship jumps/warps.
Being an IC, the ship can sense any issues with its fuel, water, or other contents, and even how well its elec’ is flowing.
If it needs more fuel, it can portal it in.
If its fuel is bad for some reason, it can portal it out.
If it needs to convert something, such as water or incoming into fuel, it can do that, too.
Like all IC ships, the cockpit floor itself can be set to viewscreen mode, showing what would be visible beneath the cockpit section if the floor was transparent like a window and avionics was not below.
Even things that cannot fit through the ramp-hatch can be portal-ed in/out; the “Thor” battlemechs used by humans out here are a prime example.
The washing machines and driers are rated for oilfield-level soiling.
Explosives, such as grenades and tank rounds, are stored in devices which have their own forcefields; there are forcefields inside this ship, preventing explosions from damaging anyone (the ship being an invincible IC). Should ever an unintended explosion be imminent and within harmful range of a mortal deemed good, the system automatically shields that person while portal-ing the unstable object/contents to a location where it cannot harm anyone Auz likes or would like.
Everything in this ship is designed to function well even if the repulsines, for some reason, do not.
The portal-entries are inside the exit-ends of the barrels, and the portal-exits can be in any location and direction, making it look like friendly fire, for example. This portal-option built standard into all our ship-mounted weapons allows them to be fired even when their blast-doors are closed, though this is only done in emergencies and training.
Shield absorbs all RADAR energy, making the ship not appear on RADAR screens; to ATC-ers, it just looks like more open/empty sky, or whatever the clouds are doing around/behind the ship’s area.
Anytime we fire an artillery or mortar shell, and the enemy determines our position by using RADAR to track the shell’s trajectory, then fires back at us, we can use portals to turn that fire back at them, but we prefer to just let it detonate on our shield.
Scales in all ammo wells keep track of their weight, and the ship is kept balanced by the computer/s using the ballasts; ballasts are not just for underwater; in this ship, water can be transferred from one to another via their own plumbing system.
The fuel tanks in the fuel room have the same feature. If fuel weight is more than ammo. weight, water is shifted to the forward ballasts, and vice versa.
Avionics (the A.I.) makes sure no forward-aimed weapons are firing when any ejection-pod is jettisoned.
Since all airlocks, and the floor hatch, double as quick-/auto-scanners, every bullet and other thing that comes into this ship gets instantly fully seen through, analyzed, and known. Even microscopic imperfections in bullet casings are detected and noted.
Every barrel and ammo well in the Forward Weapons Slope (the room below the necks-quarters) is in “sandwiched armor”; concentric layers of enclosing different mediums, some armor-like, some slush-like, and some air-like, ensure that even a catastrophic internal premature detonation would not make it through, let alone out of this room, and gives the ship time to open their blast doors for venting such, and of course gives time to create portals if needed for the rest of such a pressure increase.
Hull is >3x thicker than the old ETW Space stations, and >20x thicker than most ETW submarine hulls.
Nyria and the ship see all minds, thoughts, fields of view, and where those fields of view will change, thus the perfect flightpaths to avoid them all,
and they know anytime anyone, even wildlife, looks our way and sees the silhouette of our ship, and we can remote “neuralize” (memory-adjust) them. We aren’t there to spread fear, only see if any humans are intelligent and good enough to recognize and honor us.
Ballasts: Submarines often have 3 (1 in center or front, and 2 in back; on either side of the engine), and tanker ships 12 (6 per side). Persephone has 3-6′-thick hull/’skin’ so it can have ballasts all around, and it can not only take in water and then push it out via compressed air, but also portal water in and out of its ballasts, allowing for midair rebalancing when it is nowhere near seas to intake water from.
Pers’ is based on a Firefly, so it can load and unload under cover of the majority of its hidden weapons; its forward-firing weapons are mounted inside its neck-section, their exit-holes above the ramp-hatch and below the cockpit-section.
Our ICBM travels more by repulsine(s), so it is shorter, and fit in the ~12′ vertical space at back of crawlspace, w the arty barrel on their right, and mortar tube on their left.
Under the neck-rooms is a wedge like that protecting the undercarriage of an MRAP; if ever there was an internal ammo. detonation of any of the forward-firing weapons, that would deflect it away from the bottoms of the crew rooms. Most likely, even if portals were not used, the increase in pressure could be released through the exit-end hatches and the loading-hatch down to the ramp-airlock.
The wardrobe in each crew room can be set to only open for the person assigned to that room, but will also of course open for Auz (me) or an ICV.
The ship, being an IC, and Nyria, being an ICV, can sense where lost phones are, phones being similar to brains in that they have circuits, communication, and unique signatures.
Nyria always knows the thing most precious and irreplaceable to everyone we meet, and even when she isn’t around… Persephone does, too. Anyone not in the sensors range of either of those ICs, Djinnifer can open an undetectable portal to, finding that valuable intel’ just as well. So you can imagine how effective our negotiating is, no matter how stubborn or experienced the person is whom we are negotiating with.
It might go something like this:
Very first thing we say, even before a hello: their full address, or the full name of the one person they feel they can’t live/survive without. Then we say, “So, show me the best you could ever offer. Now.” Deadly smile.
And if they think we are bluffing, we immediately portal that favorite thing/person of theirs into custody, or at least show them a filtered view of it/her/him via an iScroll view of one of our portals’ exits (POVs).
We don’t pay for anything. We get paid to let Outlanders live through an encounter with us. If they recognize us as the true gods, and me as the god of gods, and offer their best to me without me needing to pressure them, then they don’t have to pay, and will be rewarded beyond just being allowed to live.
The M829A3 Super Sabot (an Abrams tank round specifically designed for maximum armor penetration) can penetrate 795mm (2.60827′) at 2km, so our 3′-thick hull would defeat it even if it wasn’t made of SRC behind a forcefield.
Avionics, like all ICs, keeps track of our own timestream (thus prevents us from thinking we are still in one year if we time jumped to another, as was the case due to a phone date/time display issue in 2018 and 2019), and perceives any time-warps, plus areas faraway where magic was, is, or will be used, just as easily as human tech’ detects and displays local weather information.
Starfleet-level (antimatter/warp-resistant) forcefield around the ICBM, not just the ship; guaranteed containment even if it detonated inside the launch tube.
Naturally floats upright, even if there is a rollover. – Easily detects and even predicts rogue/tidal waves from miles away.
My mindreading and Internet-sensing tech’ ensures I always know if anyone is onto one of my contacts / fellow BLOPS people, and I always deploy an ICV to change their mind, ensuring no one ever “rolls” any of my partners/associates.
Being comparable to an MPHA, the main gun on Pers’ has the capabilities of the main gun on an MPHA; it can one-shot a house or commercial aircraft. Normally it is just used to rapidly align all minds/personalities in our landing area or satellite-patrol area to my will (dozens to hundreds at a time, or at least in rapid invisible bursts). Any Outlander who enters those areas after we land, Nyria, when with us, will mind-override/-align in person, and when she isn’t present the ship will handle that via portal-beams.
The landing program automatically levels the ship perfectly to the horizon. One of the Pilot console commands also uses LIDAR and other sensors to land such that the ramp will be horizontal, thus the easiest for un/loading palettes, trucks, etc..
This ship doesn’t just have ECM and inertial dampening, it also has magic dampening, both internal and external, and always ‘smart’; it only prevents magic I would want prevented. This is because Drow, who are great at such, at least when near faerzress springs, taught us how –when I married their race’s High Queen.
Every cargo-bay room and locker doubles as a Ghostbusters spirits-containment unit, and devices like the Muon Slide-trap are mounted to the interior walls similarly to how smoke-detectors can be, automatically sucking in any annoying ghost/s. If you don’t think five centuries of genius and supercomputer-level R+D since the time of the Ghostbusters has led to tech’ such as this, you are wrong.
The mind-control/override tech’ in the ship and in Nyria isn’t often used to just shut down feelings in captives or suddenly change their personalities; we are kind in how we use it, almost always having alert messages sent to me so that I or Nyria can go comfort the captured girls exactly how we have detected they will feel most comforted By. Only in urgent situations do we trigger them to go calm or fall asleep –or wake up without an alarm, such as in time to make them presentable for potential buyers or fellow slavers. Most girls we acquire, believe it or not, naturally like being so desired that they were abducted and prescribed free re-education to make them even more desirable; most, we never had to mind-/emotion-override at all.
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That tech’ means I can also check ahead for my favorite Companions and other fuckbuddies, making sure their clients are legit’ and will be nice to them. The tech’ also makes it easy for me to divert and outsmart detectives, undercovers, and even all human A.I..
The forcefield is ‘smart’ and only keeps out things i don’t want, such as bugs, thus we can picnic atop the ship with it still on.
The locking mechanisms and window/windshield-wipers all can self-defrost, proactively preventing any freezing / ice-buildup.
All cameras and other sensors have wipers and other features to keep their lenses clean, blemish free, and to prevent/cancel out sunlight glare.
The ship can do not just LIDAR topography, but tomography; it is excellent at mapping a world’s interior, to include the given world’s seismic activity and seismic history, as well as its seismic forecast.
The kitchen cabinets, fridges, and ship-wide lockers all use the stasis tech’ perfected centuries ago via the stasis tubes of Inisfree’s Star Fleet, and via the stasis pod-beds of Inisfree’s Stasis Archives; girls kept in the lockers cannot get weak or age, and food/ingredients kept in the fridges or cabinets cannot decay.
This being an Inisfreean-made vessel, its shield (forcefield) is so sophisticated that if a person was to accidentally or intentionally walk up its ramp to board, carrying a thermos with alcohol or coffee in it, the unauthorized beverage/liquid would get deleted (or, at least, absorbed into the ship’s power system / batteries for now/later use) right out of that container, that individual carrying it probably not noticing a thing until they tried to sip from it later.
2024 June 11 Tuesday: We can select which craft its radar signature and contrail will make it appear to be.
We can even form a hologram around it so that it is just as visually deceiving.
ability to flatten an area (via the Rainbow Cannon, and forcefield-based disintegration, etc.); to make its own landing pad
When the ship detects it is being watched, or a human is looking in its direction, it keeps its external lights disabled such that even crew members cannot accidentally turn them on to make it easier to see what is right outside a porthole or two.
2024 July 28 Sunday: neck-hall is sloped/drained so nothing flows toward or down into crew-berth ladder-hatches
2024 September 6 Saturday: can set a notification/alarm at any fuel or ammo. or stored air level; if you want it to alert you when there is a specific amount left, such as the minimum to fly conventionally to a nearby spaceport
The ship automatically jams or shuts down all human-made countermeasures in range of whatever we are firing, making it impossible for local militaries or anyone else to prevent our incoming fire; they won’t be able to target, let alone destroy by laser or anything else, the missiles we fire, etc..

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The Goals:

Pack everything useful/possible/applicable into what looks from outside to be a Firefly-class transport-spacecraft; this is why it, even though it was designed by the ever-efficiency-minded Auz, looks the way it does, and has its insides/rooms arranged the way they are.
Fly it in such a way as to make it seem like a normal contracted interplanetary shipping-company vessel –even to the point of running actual legitimate/legal shipments as covers/misdirection, helping to conceal its main function; acquiring kajirae-candidates.
Use it to ‘harvest’ as many kajirae-candidates as possible / Auz would like from all the human-occupied planets, moons, and Space stations/craft in/of 34 Tauri.
Fuck every single hottie (not just the finest Registered Companions) in 34 Tauri while I (Auz) am there, usually aboard Persephone, if not (also) aboard TNH, but at the very least fly out to them to fuck them wherever they feel most comfortable the first time –and help Nyria to get fucked by as many people as she wants / I want her to while we are in 34 Tauri.
Keep it (return it to) in Inisfree once Auz and Nyria are no longer operating from the Spacecraft-carrier “The New Horizon” (TNH).
Take it out for more use/missions again only when going to places where Firefly-class ships like it are commonly seen.
Build rapport with other black-ops types out here; TNH is for introducing compatible mainstream-military and contractors to Inisfreean-kind, and Persephone is for introducing the top and 3rd-highest leaders of Inisfree to 34 Tauri black-ops individuals who will be compatible with them.

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Persephone’s Timeline & Tallies:

Summary:

This ship was printed based on the Firefly-class design, used for Black Ops based out of its carrier, and retired to Inisfree decades after.

Details/Milestones, By Year:

2508: Assembly; TNH is 3D-printed, then “Persephone” is 3D-printed. (TNH was printed back in the SSA; where it was completely safe during its formation / formative/debugging/perfecting years. Then it was tested out in the Sol system. Finally, a larger Inisfreean ship (a PSBS, since those are the ones designed to easily/instantly cross galactic distances) opened an interstellar portal for it to get to 34 Tauri; since it cannot jump that far in a reasonable amount of time.)
2509: R-CAX testing & commissioning (on its own; not part of Inisfree’s Space R-CAX), with Persephone inside TNH.
2510: 1st deployment (a short-‘float’), return to port, then 2nd deployment; dozens of kajirae-candidates acquired (secured in Persephone’s mini-berths/quarters and cargo-holds/compartments), all just to practice the acquisition process/SOPs, ironing out the details to streamline and officiate the whole thing. *All kajirae-candidates come from the planet/s TNH is orbiting during the given deployment/month, and you can find that information here.
2511: 3rd & 4th deployments; hundreds more kajirae-candidates acquired, roughly ~300 per deployment, which comes out to a rate of roughly 3/day during a 4-month deployment, though some Persephone missions lasted several days and weren’t meant for acquiring any kajirae-candidates.
2512: 5th & 6th deployments; ~1,000 kajirae-candidates acquired per deployment, which is roughly 8/day
2513: 7th & 8th deployments; ~1,500 kajirae-candidates acquired per deployment, which is roughly 12/day
2514: 9th & 10th deployments; ~2,000 kajirae-candidates acquired per deployment, which is roughly 16/day
2515: 11th & 12th deployments; ~2,500 kajirae-candidates acquired per deployment, which is roughly 20/day
2516: 13th & 14th deployments; ~3,000 kajirae-candidates acquired per deployment, which is roughly 25/day
2517: Refueling & Complex Overhaul (RCOH), then Ramp-up Training, and another short-float (TNH’s RCOH was to fine-tune some aspects we (the Inisfreeans) and the human crew-members noticed during TNH’s first 14 ‘floats’ could be improved.)
2517 June: Refueling and Complex Overhaul (RCOH) completed
2517 July: Pre-deployment ramp-up operations begin: short-floats and flight deck certifications.
2517 August: All hands aboard, New Horizon departs orbital dock.
2517 September: Underway through the Verse, satellite patrols begin.
2518 Spring: Patrolling 34 Tauri again, time with Inara begins.
2526: Jenna Kardashian enters the scene.
2529: TNH’s Firefly-class ship “Persephone” has its final mission, its crew parting; it will be returned to Inisfree soon.
2530: ‘Left-seat, Right-seat’ procedures begin; TNH is being prepared for hand-over to those who served upon it well, its Inisfreean makers about to leave (to return to their home-city).
2540s: TNH now belongs to the compatible humans of the 34 Tauri solar-system; the Inisfreeans have returned to their city/capital for its Fleet Homecoming festivities.
2550s: The story of TNH is now known only to those still making 34 Tauri their home.
Auz fucks the actual goddess named Persephone in “Persephone”, followed by Freyja, Aphrodite, Venus, and other sex-masters.

Notes:

The reason Persephone tends to only take a max’ of 3,000 kajirae-candidates from planet-side/s during any deployment… is that Inisfree had an estimated kajirae-facility capacity of 3,000,000 back in 2017, so 500 years later, and that comes out to about 6,000 added kajirae-candidates during each of those years, assuming a steady increase from our city’s “Voyages of Acquisition”. Persephone has the berths and storage-capacity to bring in / “acquire” thousands more kajirae-candidates per deployment, but that isn’t the ship’s only function, and its maker/commander (Auz) is extremely selective; only the finest females will do. Thus, it rarely picks up (“liberates”/extracts/acquires) more than a couple dozen at a time.

Also, of course, many of its flights are to secretly ferry the chosen from TNH’s human crew portion over to Inisfree, and that takes up most of the rest of its space/berths.

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Daily Schedule and Percentages:

During the decades Auz commanded this vessel, flying it to and from TNH, he was basically here for working-hours during most weekdays, and Persephone was flown for black-ops missions within those windows of time. He was not in Persephone during Saturdays (which he reserves for weddings with newcomer goddesses in Inisfree) or Sundays (which his top-wife and he agreed to eternally keep reserved for just the two of them plus their four children). That resulted in him leading black-ops missions/flights via Persephone at normal full-time; ~8-9 hours a day, Monday through Friday, inclusive.

~8 AM: Portal to / arrive at/in TNH or Persephone.
~8 AM to ~4 PM: Work in TNH, or fly Persephone out from TNH on a mission or missions.
~4 PM to ~5 PM: After-Action Review (AAR; debriefing), and get ready to portal back home to Earth for dinner with his top-wife family
~5 PM: Portal back to his top-wife home on Earth, at least for dinner.
~8 PM to ~9 PM: This time-slot is when he is somewhat “on call”; he will allow some Persephone or TNH crew-members to request he return if there are emergencies in Persephone or TNH that would benefit from his presence/help/expertise.
~9 PM: He is always back by this time to be with his top-wife for snuggling and dozing off into their agreed-upon nighttime sleeping together (excepting only when she has late-night work, overnight vampire-duties/events, or some other non-routine activity that allows him to still be out/away, too).

Percent of his weekly time out here:

~45 hours a week, out of a total/possible 168 = ~27% of his weekly time is either in/aboard TNH and/or Persephone.
~1 hour per day to brief and prep’ (vessel inspections, gear inspections, etc.) for missions = ~3% of his weekly time, and ~16% of his time out here.
~7 hours per day for missions = ~21% of his weekly time, and ~78% of his time out here.
~1 hour per day to debrief and unload (vessel inspections, gear inspections, acquisition inspections, etc.) after missions = ~3% of his weekly time, and ~16% of his time out here.

Percent of Persephone tasking:

~2.3%: alien/s / intruder/s first-contact, and/or herding, and/or neutralization
~2.3%: anomaly/ruins investigation
~2.3%: assassinations
~2.3%: breaking assets out of enemy prisons / recovering POWs
~2.3%: clandestine resupply of individual, units, or entire colonies/communities
~2.3%: defense for TNH or any of its support-ships
~2.3%: derelicts boarding and/or decontamination/sterilization and/or salvaging
~2.3%: direct-action; combat, such as dogfights
~2.3%: escorting (often while cloaked) other advanced/cloaked/experimental/secret air/Spacecraft
~2.3%: exterminating, experimenting on, or even healing/saving Reavers
~2.3%: false-flag operations; tricking one enemy into thinking another of their enemies was the one who attacked them
~2.3%: forward-observer work for TNH or any of its support-ships
~2.3%: general/other Secret Space Program activities/tasking
~2.3%: hacking; illegal computer activities
~2.3%: hosting private/secret meetings (which might be too classified/sensitive to even be hosted in TNH safe-rooms)
~2.3%: human-trafficking/prostitution; not kajirae-candidates, but either 1) anyone acquired for slavery/ransom/s, and/or 2) the protected ferrying of, and facilitating for, prostitutes (willing or otherwise) who assist in the ‘decompression’/motivating of TNH or other UAP personnel (typically mid-level and higher-ranking)
~2.3%: inserting and/or exfiltrating other military personnel (sometimes black-ops or even “spooks”; intelligence agents)
~2.3%: installing clones/replacements of/for corporations and/or governments and/or militaries
~2.3%: intercepting drones (unmanned vehicles/craft flying in unauthorized airspace / fly-zones)
~2.3%: intercepting missiles
~2.3%: intercepting stealth air/Spacecraft
~2.3%: interrogations
~2.3%: investigating intel’ reports/leads
~2.3%: kidnapping (kajirae-candidates or whomever else)
~2.3%: LIDAR mapping
~2.3%: mapping of either of 34 Tauri’s 2 (by-humans) “unnavigable” nebulae
~2.3%: mediating; often between representatives of the UAP and representatives of anyone not yet fully allied with the UAP
~2.3%: outpost checkups/scanning
~2.3%: patrolling planet-side
~2.3%: patrolling Space-lanes
~2.3%: programming assets to become sleeper-cells
~2.3%: radiated-areas evacuations and/or cleanup/decontamination
~2.3%: recovering escaped convicts/detainees/prisoners
~2.3%: recruiting; flying out so Auz and/or his crew could socialize and talent-scout for more potentials (people who might be worthy of prescreening –at least for the TNH social-experiment, if not going directly to Inisfree)
~2.3%: relocating refugees
~2.3%: royalty- and other-dignitary/elite executive-transporting (often just to secretly ferry them to and from their affairs; secret meetings, prostitutes, prostituting themselves, other controversial hobbies they don’t want their people or funders/investors to know about, etc.)
~2.3%: sabotaging industrial/military targets
~2.3%: satellite maintenance (usually for hidden/secret military satellites in orbit around (spying on) reacquired (formerly-secessionist) 34 Tauri planets and moons)
~2.3%: scouting
~2.3%: surveillance/reconnaissance
~2.3%: transferring prisoners
~2.3%: transporting cargo (kajirae-candidates or whomever/whatever else)
~2.3%: weather manipulation

Auz is always on the lookout for great vegan places to shop or eat, so while that isn’t part of Persephone’s tasking… it certainly takes up a few percentages of his time when out with/aboard her.

Since Auz spends most nights at home with his top-wife back on Earth, and his Saturday nights with his new wives during their honeymoons, Nyria usually sleeps with Augustine, Brahan, and/or Cyd back on Persephone, though when those three of her crewmates are busy or choosing to sleep alone… she usually spends the night with any sailors aboard TNH who have requested an overnight with her.

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Whenever they have time, Auz, Brahan, and Nyria practice military breaching in Persephone, derelicts, or abandoned/condemned structures in ghost towns on 34 Tauri worlds.

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Before any day’s first mission, while still docked in a TNH hangar, Persephone’s crew in its cockpit verbally goes through their pre-flight checklist. This is mostly between Auz (commander) and Cyd (pilot), though he also loves Nyria joining in, even though she can communicate technopathically with him, as her voice was specifically designed and engineered to be flawlessly-sexy to him.

abort/recall system
alarms
albedo; the energy reflected off the matte hull/exterior (with the goal being to minimize it, thereby keeping Persephone less-detectable –and this ship can adjust its hull/albedo to match local cosmic background radiation/’static’/’noise’)
anti-magic systems
armor
atmosphere tanks; fill percentages, etc.
auto-repair
autopilot
ballasts (and secret repulsines; all which help keep the ship oriented how the commander/pilot intends)
batteries (battery banks for the different modules/systems)
beams (including seduction-lasers and orgasm-lasers)
blast doors; auto-covers of/in/over all portholes and anything else which could use more armoring during imminent impacts
boosters and retro-rockets
camouflage; cloaking
cargo; every individual container, passenger room, and the cargo itself / passengers themselves
climate control
consoles/terminals
decon’; airlock devices/systems which can help check for contaminants, then decontaminate in various ways, based on need
diagnostics, including recommended maintenance checks/tasks –can show diagrams and rotatable 3D computer models of all systems/devices; not just saying the name of a system where an error is detected/suspected, but exactly which part, how to find it from any angle, etc.
electrical
engine; warp-drive
escape pods / ‘life-boats’
Extra-Vehicular Activity / Manned Maneuvering Unit (EVA/MMU) suits
fire-suppression; sound-based nodes, etc. –but sprinklers and vacuum (dropping atmo’) can also be used
flares (divert heat-seekers) and chaffs (confuse RADAR)
forcefield
fuel; for the ‘fake’ engines
gantry crane (cargo-bay ceiling-mounted / overhead) –and this crane’s max load is hundreds of tons; it could lift Persephone if it was a shipyard crane outside it
g-drive; dialed up and down
hatches; airlocks, service-doors, etc.
hull
intercom
jamming; electronic countermeasures / electronic warfare (EW)
kitchen; appliances (statuses; temperatures, etc.), trackable utensils and other handheld cooking implements/tools, etc.
landing gears/systems (including how they automatically detect mud/unwanted and clean/remove it before retracting)
laundry/linens; fresh bed-sheets, etc., in every crew and passenger berth/room
life support; backup generators, redundant systems/devices, etc.
lights; exterior/search, interior, etc.
magnetic clamps/seals (when docking, such as when meeting/touching airlocks)
manual-override controls
medical module/room; all biometric and surgical devices, etc.
motion; mostly internal sensors which help detect stowaways/pests
navigation/guidance
networks; external communicators/transmitters –and/including crypto’/”fill”; if it is up to date, working, etc.
olfactory; internal and external (for fumes detecting, etc.)
pacification/sedation; systems in passenger rooms which can technologically/subtly lull them into restful sleep, preventing panic/rioting
pest control; miniature lasers designed to disable/kill bugs and other small creatures
plumbing
procedures and general/overall programming
projectiles; missiles, kinetic-impact rods, etc.
quarters; berths, etc.
Quick Reaction Force (QRF); ensuring support-ships/forces understand where to find Persephone and/or its crew-members in an emergency
radiation processing (ensuring no harmful levels make it in through the hull)
ramp
range-finders; LIDAR, etc.
security; internal door locks, keypads, ventilation-locks and sensors, etc.
sensors –including long-range scanners (for asteroids, debris, individuals (bio-signatures), planets, ships, and even minds/thoughts/personalities), plus sensors of how the main sensors are doing, etc.
shuttles; bays, vehicles themselves, etc.
test all lights inside and out
tracking; RADAR, etc.
tractor beam/s
underwater-operations readiness; airlock seals, SONAR, etc.
VHF/LoS (old-fashioned backup comm’s)
vehicle; the “Mule” hover-hauler (which is stowed in the main/forward airlock) –and we can check its battery-power from here
ventilation
voice recognition
waste management; trash compactors, human solid-waste (fecal matter) system/s, etc.
water storage and reclamation/recycling/purifying
weather/meteorological (planet-side and Space)
winches
windshield defog/frost (and for all other portholes/windows)
wings, including flaps and ‘false’ engines (to make Persephone seem like it is flying based on human technology; on lift, thrust, etc.)
wipers; for cockpit windshield panels, etc. (and all other portholes, and all the wiper-blades are flush with the hull/’skin’ when not in use) –and every window/windshield wiper on this craft has defrost; they can heat up to prevent ice buildup on them
X-ray deception/absorption system/’skin’
*yokes (control-wheels beyond joysticks; air/Spacecraft steering-wheel equivalent)
Zulu-times synchronization (based on other/nearby worlds’ equivalents of Earth’s prime-/zero-meridian)

Nyria and Persephone can complete that checklist in a fraction of a second.
vs.
Saying it out loud takes roughly two minutes, including confirmation after each numbered item.

*Yoke Assignments:

My (Auz’s) yoke controls the gantry, hover-truck, ramp, etc..
Cyd’s yoke controls the ship’s flight and landing gear/s.
Nyria’s yoke/s controls rainbow canons, missile flight, shield (forcefield) concentration, tractor beam, etc..

The yokes/controllers are made of steel-like SRC, not plastic like their Xbox inspiration, so their thumb-joysticks (a.k.a. thumb-sticks) will not break.

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2023 August update:

During Persephone’s 20 years with TNH, assuming it flew 1 mission per weekday, thus 100 missions (5d x 4wks x 5mos.) per TNH’s standard 5-months deployment:
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2519 A.D. was 18th & 19th deployments;
2520: 20th & 21st deployments
2521: 22, 23
2522: 24, 25
2523: 26, 27
2524: 28, 29
2525: 30, 31
2526: 32, 33
2527: 34, 35
2528: 36, 37
2529: 38, 39
2530: 40th deployment, and “left-seat right-seat” drills/practice/handover, thus ~4,000 Persephone missions during those 20 years, not counting during the RCOH and “left-seat right-seat” time.
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~2.3% of Persephone missions during its 20 years with TNH were for kidnapping/acquiring kajirae; .023 x 4,000 = 92 missions specifically/solely/primarily to go get as many sexy females on the nearest world as our scans suggested were there.
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~2.3% of Persephone missions during its 20 years with TNH were for transporting already-acquired kajirae-candidates, such as from one world or owner to another; another 92 missions just/mainly for that.

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The Clandestine Skunkworks Firefly:

This Firefly has been custom outfitted for covert and clandestine operations; the majority of its weapon-, shielding-, communication-, and sensor-arrays being concealed internally within light-weight, non-conductive modules (and the signals/beams they may send out from time to time are ones carefully designed to be outside the range of what humans in 34 Tauri have their own equipment built to detect). All of its high-tech components are very well-hidden –even if ever it was boarded for an inspection. From the outside, it appears to be just a dark-painted, typical, borderline-junk Firefly –albeit one of the bigger ones.

clan·des·tine

/klanˈdestən,ˈklandəsˌtēn/

adjective

adjective: clandestine

kept secret or done secretively, especially because illicit.

“she deserved better than these clandestine meetings”

skunk·works

ˈskəNGkˌwərks/

noun

informal trademark

plural noun: skunkworks; plural noun: skunk-works; plural noun: skunk works

an experimental laboratory or department of a company or institution, typically smaller than and independent of its main research division.

“this wasn’t a short-staffed skunkworks, these were the top research managers”

Persephone is just one very small subset of Inisfree’s many projects / R+D.

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An Oddity of a Combination:

This Firefly is not just a modified Firefly; it is also a mix of:

the CH-47 “Chinook” helicopter (i.e. designed for carrying troops and their gear, not just cargo),
the V-22 “Osprey” mixed-wing transport aircraft (i.e. designed for forward movement faster than what other Fireflies are capable of),
and the DPV of the SpecWar community (i.e. the extremely space-efficient, lighter-weight, all-terrain, weapons jampacked special-operatives ‘platform’/chassis perfect for “turning on a dime” and low-profile deep reconnaissance).
It also throws the KC-130 “Specter” gunship into the mix (i.e. enough firepower to one-shot catastrophic-kill (and even sometimes completely disintegrate/delete) armored vehicles up to the size of tanks and APCs –miles away/below).
2023 August add: Just picture the SR-71 enlarged to double as a cargo plane, or a Firefly coated and otherwise upgraded to look and function like that spy-plane.
also like an A-10

In other words, this Spacecraft is designed for better/best VTOL, troop transport, and low-altitude heavy-fire support. It is, more or less, a/the skinnier version of Inisfree’s MPHAs.

Why is that odd? It may be considered odd because combining the abilities/components of very different vehicles (such as those meant for air/flying, vs. others meant for the ground/driving), at least when humans attempt it, is seldom necessary, desired, or even believed to be feasible/practical.

2024 September 6 Saturday notes: Other Things it is an Odd Fusion Of

moving truck: I often had to pack up and haul all my stuff somewhere the latest harassers weren’t, so no this frequented personal vessel of mine has its own mega U-Haul truck built in; its cargo bay.
high-end hotel: I often longed to stay in the nicest hotels, but all of them were catering to scum and the pharma cartel lies, so I now bring my own nicest hotel/accommodations With me; the suites in the cargo bay, and the crew rooms above.
prison: The few times back when I was giving chances to wayward humans in hotels, the bitch/es sometimes acted out, having fake or real tantrums, or walking out, likely as a retarded test, so now I alone control their attitudes/moods and the doors in this ship.
Michelin-star restaurant: I every now and then found a healthy or beautifully presented restaurant dish, but it was overpriced, a tip was expected on top of it, the service was always terrible, and the customers were always hideous, ruining my appetite and mood, so now I bring a restaurant-grade kitchen With me, and one of the nicest group dining tables around.
disguise: I was often forced to pretend to be evil just so I wouldn’t get run out of town by evildoers, or jailed by their corrupt cops, so this ship includes the means to look like any other normal transport; a common exterior, and the ability to appear to be propelled based on combustion, lift, and oxidation.
mega-cloak: I was often forced to hide to get any sleep or work completed at all, so now I have the means to be hidden no matter Where I stop or park; cloaking, etc..
super-telepath: I was often confronted by evildoers triggered by me doing nothing other than resting and minding my own business, so now I bring with me the means to detect their personalities from great distances, forecast where they will be/look, and override/control their thoughts/bodies.
remote genius-level (counter) homewrecker: I often had my natural mutual relationships viciously interfered with, so now I have the means to destroy all relationships of the evildoers, while guaranteeing the good relationships between myself and fellow good beings.
diverse weapons battery/platform: I was many times threatened, shot at, and even poisoned, so now I have the means to disregard all threats and incoming, plus I can return fire in many ways, even to the point of tricking those evilly attacking me… into attacking others who are evil like them.
clinic (doctor’s office; small hospital): Many people pretending to be healers (“doctors”) were really just experimenting on, and trying to assassinate, me and other heroes, so now I bring my own hospital with me; the medical room.
copilot/wingman: Many times, I got breakthrough ideas while having to drive long distances, so now I have multiple autopilots; “redundancies” allowing me to focus on whatever comes to my mind, and allowing Nyria to focus on all the things She is best at, and so on.
perfect route bypass-er: Many times, I needed to fly, not just drive, to get around inappropriate road or border closures, so now I can always fly –and even portal past no-fly zones.
multi-vehicle garage: I often sensed I would be better off if I had a smaller vehicle to move me along while leaving my bigger/main one parked, so now I have four; 2 shuttles, and 2 trucks (“Mule” for errands, and the nicer one for checking out nice neighborhoods).
laundry room: I often had to go to sketchy laundromats, so now I bring my own.
IDs-issuing office (for replacements, renewals, whatever): I often had to endure horrible humanimals for hours at a time before one of those scum finally agreed to give me an overpriced document or identification update, so now I “forge” (make; I don’t accept the negative term and exaggeration from the control freaks who never had any right to force me to need and pay for documents in their own system) whatever I need in the maintenance room.
bank: I often had to put up with evil banks extorting me via illegal fees and currency devaluation, so now I keep tons of money with me, no longer using banks other than those I control.
So, summing all these bullet-notes up, this ship is not just one which has the basic/usual accommodations (normal rooms to live in, a normal kitchen, normal defenses/security, etc.); it is a fusion of a bank, a copilot/wingman, a disguise, a garage, a hospital, a hotel, a laundromat, a mass-mind-reader (and remote-controller), a moving-truck, a prison, a replicas factory/forge (IDs, etc.), a restaurant kitchen, a school, and more; it is quite the odd/uncommon combination of other vehicles and facilities).

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The Fast and the Furious:

Having put millions of credits (i.e. “Space dollars”; 34 Tauri‘s currency) “under the hood” of his Firefly*, Auz has increased nearly all of its aspects, making it the only civilian, antiquated, transport spaceship capable of matching the maneuverability of a fighter-jet, the low profile of a drone (UAV), and the range of a spacecraft carrier. It can sneak, race, and cruise through Deep Space. When necessary, its acceleration is substantial, even dangerous to those not buckled in (at least when its repulsines aren’t on).

(*Why did it cost millions of dollars/credits to make this thing; when the Inisfreeans can detect any thought, hack any secret, and 3D-print anything for free? Auz wanted to establish normal customer and ally relations with the ‘big names’ in 34 Tauri. Being there with TNH is a social experiment, after all.)

Although a fly-by-mind interface is incorporated into the original-Firefly design upgrade, manual controls in steam-punk fashion are kept for the vibe they contribute to the rest of the ship. Like a book in hand, there’s just something special and calming about the traditional dashboards with their wheels and buttons. This shows Auz’s slightly sentimental and nostalgic side.

Auz has joked that with Persephone, he can out-gun a squadron, and with his crew, he can outsmart far greater a force. This is, however, probably true in most cases; they are some of the most highly-trained and experienced operators out there. Even their Registered Companion, Nyria, is a surprising force to be reckoned with.

Don’t let appearances fool you; though this ship looks like a run-down (albeit interstellar) taxi, Persephone packs a vicious punch. That goes for both her guns and her crew. This is a Black Operations starship, through and through.

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Silent Running:

Auz’s Firefly is capable of appearing to any sensor platform as a normal Firefly, or masking its own shield and wake so as to leave not even an atmospheric contrail, E-M disturbance, or temporal distortion. Additional classified aspects of Persephone allow it to bend light, sound, and smell back around itself, as easily as a rubber band is bent, and effectively become not only invisible, but intangible; phase-shifting similarly to Repulsine-crafts is within its range of hidden capabilities. This allows it to operate above mountain ridges, well within radar fields, but without having to identify itself.

When making use of its Repulsine-based modules, Persephone’s maneuverability skyrockets with no effect on its passengers or contents, and allows it to pass through most solids and energy fields without effect. It has its limitations, though; mostly being based on the number of passengers and their health. Left on its own, the ship would eventually slip into indefinite hibernation; it requires at least one crew member to monitor and override things at the helm, so extremely-long Space journeys are not advisable –at least without an immortal android, cyborg, or similar life-form aboard.

Unless you are looking right at it at close-range out a starship porthole when it is decloaked, you just won’t see it. Unless you are within feet of it during planet-side hovering, you won’t hear it. It is almost as silent as a ghost.

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2023 August update: 5 ways beyond radar

Infrared (IR) detection: Although stealth planes are designed to reduce their IR signature, they still emit some heat that can be detected by IR sensors. Infrared sensors are sensitive to the heat signatures of objects, and can be used to detect the heat generated by the engines or exhaust of a stealth plane.
Acoustic detection: Stealth planes produce sound waves that can be detected by sensitive acoustic sensors. These sensors can detect the sound of the engines or other moving parts of the aircraft, even if they are designed to be quiet.
Visual detection: Stealth planes can be detected visually by trained observers who are familiar with their unique shape and characteristics. Although stealth planes are designed to be difficult to see, they are not invisible, and can still be seen under certain conditions, such as when they are flying low or when the lighting conditions are favorable.
Electronic Intelligence (ELINT): ELINT is a form of intelligence gathering that uses radio waves to detect and analyze signals emitted by electronic devices, such as radar systems. By analyzing these signals, ELINT systems can detect the presence of stealth planes, even if they are not directly visible.
Satellite imagery: Although not a real-time detection method, satellites can capture images of stealth planes on the ground or in flight. By analyzing these images, analysts can identify stealth planes and track their movements over time.

To avoid even those, we use mind-scanning to know where everyone is looking, even to the point of knowing what parts of their screens they are keeping an eye on, and we just fly in all the blind-spots, sometimes even causing them to be distracted, or overlook or forget or not report things.
When we can’t find a sure blind-spot route, such as in a dense urban area, we just portal into whatever cave or abandoned warehouse-sized building will work, skipping all routes entirely.

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Just for Fun:

Nicknames for Persephone have included “M.W.H.”; Mobile Whore House (a play on M.W.R.: Morale, Welfare, and Recreation) due to Nyria’s profession and Auz’s virtually religious cultural law, “Triceratops-adactyl” for the form and antennae of its head (cockpit section) in conjunction with its ability to fly, “Fat-ass” for its bulbous metasoma (aft cargo and engine sections), and “Boner” for the form of its neck and head extending at an upward angle from its nutsack-like base and aft. Nyria is proud of her line of work, so you will often hear her affectionately speaking of Persephone as their MWH. Auz is more fond of just calling it his big boner, though he likes all those sexual nicknames.

When Himmler is aboard, the crew often jest, “And at long last, the Walking Boner and the Flying Boner have been reunited in not-so-holy matrimony.” Auz was once nicknamed ‘the Walking Boner’ during his time as a colonial Space Marine. This Firefly of his, of course, is the flying variety.

Also just for fun, sexual initiations of all new (permanent and temporary) female crew-members are hosted here. Every room in this Firefly has been christened and re-christened with/from them. What that means is that when a sexy 34 Tauri-an woman from TNH comes aboard, “come” pun not intended, she gets gangbanged here, then, within reason (as long as it is to Auz’s orientation/liking), gets to make special requests, picking what the “Persephone” crew/team then does to/for her.

Auz gets road-head and has sex in the shuttles almost every time Bailey, Inara, Nyria, and/or other Companions (or any willing/slutty hotties) are riding in them with him. It’s one of their holy/sacred traditions, part of their nature and culture. This is (even out here, an extension of) Inisfree.

2023 September ship-nicknames update:

Auzdein’s Camper
Big Black Space-boat
Boner
CB (Cargo & Brothel) Hauler
Deep Penetrator
Exfiltration Pro
(2024 March addition) Fap; short for F.P. (Firefly Persephone) pronounced as a word –and from that we get “the Fap Cap’ “; Auz as Captain of the F.P.
Fatass
Fuckfestathonville
Giant Nigger
Grinch-patch Team 2
Ho Collector
Interstellar Scavenger
Jacked Firefly
Karma Train
Love-boat Human-trafficking Version
Magnet of Pussy
Mobile Whore House (MWH)
Night Ride (a tip of the hat to Knight Rider)
Nigger Space-whale
Only You
Pirate-ship Prime
(2024 March addition) Purr, Stephanie
(2024 March addition) Purrs
Queers-killing Machine
Reaver Repair
Starship Enter-prize
The Flying Boner
The Rape Hotel
Triceratops-adactyl
Universe-police Mobile Command
Vagina Storage
Whale of Acquisitions
XXX-wing
Yacht of the Saved
Zoophilia Guild Training House

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The Kind of Things You’ll Hear:

Aboard this ship, which they sometimes simply shorten to “purrs” (Pers’; for Persephone), the crew and their friends converse a little differently than humans from Earth might be used to.

Things Auz says:

“and now we’ll set off into the wild… black yonder”
“I’m gonna be busy… well, fucking, …for about an hour… or ten.”
“If you knock on my door, don’t let yourself in unless you want to see me going balls-deep into one of your girls. …You might also see my asshole.”
“What’s goin’ On, bitch-nugGETS?”
“Just shoot him in the penis; even if you don’t kill him, he’ll kill himself.”
“Why did I paint my ship a very-suspicious extra-dark black? Because I like Black people… and ninjas… and tuxedos… and Batman… and being very suspicious. …It would also make sense if I said that Persephone is like a black hole; not that she likes having Black people fuck her holes, but (butt-pun there) that just about anyone (kajirae-candidates, that is) who gets pulled into her will never make it back.”
“It’s not about percentages; if only the top 1% is attractive to me, we take only the top 1%, but if the whole damn population is miraculously somehow attractive, we take the whole damn population off that world –or, of course, if the UAP wants them there, we clone them all.”
Locals: “We brought a bunch of whores and Companions for you to choose from,” they offer me.
I smile, “Thank you. You’ll getter better and more affordable work from me that way. If you had also brought your girlfriends, wives, sisters, and daughters, I would have worked for free.”
“Nyria. Today you are eating all your food provocatively.” to which she happily chirps, “Yes, daddy.” and immediately begins looking directly into his eyes while sucking on her vegan fish-stick as if she is slurping an erect cock.
“I hate niggers, faggots, and Jews, but don’t worry; I also hate most Whites, lesbians, Christians, and Muslims, so it balances out.”
“Are you okay, dude? You’re usually Way more interesting.”
(mispronouncing every word around a rich guy he knows can’t stand that)
“Woh; I just belched through my own vomit. Yeah, I threw up in my mouth a little bit, burped a second time, and it moved it around in there.”
“I would take a high-rez of my asshole and then tell everyone it is like one of those optical-illusion memes that starts appearing to move and change if you stare at it long enough, and then millions of people will realize too late it is not; I just wanted them to stare longer at where my waste squeezes out.”
“You know that saying, you can lead a horse to water, but you still need a step ladder to fuck it in the ass.”
(to an idiot humanimal Outlander) “Why have your sexy wife and daughter not already offered themselves to me?” I calmly asked, ready to sacrifice them all after raping the two.
(to an idiot humanimal Outlander) “Why have you not scolded them for not offering themselves to me? Why have You not offered them to me?”
“That’s a Horrible idea. Let’s do it.”
“Hop on if you want some free dick.” to streetwalkers
To a fuckbuddy: “I had a cancellation. You’re fucking me in half an hour.” and all hotties I have met are already auto-sired to me, loving such direct and manly unilateral messages from me, eagerly dropping whatever they are doing to catch a flight to meet me if I am not rerouting their way.
“Have your wife and daughter naked and spread eagle when I arrive,” I tell even CEOs, presidents, and kings, and they understand I will be inspecting their females then using them without so much as a hello or thank you –and they know it is a great honor that I am acknowledging them this way; by choosing and fucking them.
“I’m so sorry, bunny, but I have to head out earlier than I thought. Check your account in a few minutes; I’m depositing your hourly rate plus a tip anyway. I hope I can fuck you next time.” and they always almost swoon when I do this, telling me I didn’t have to, but thanking me for respecting their time.
When I answer the phone in the house I just commandeered. “Hi. This is the god-king of the Universe. That means everything belongs to me, including you. Why did you not recognize me? Start killing yourselves –unless you would like to tithe and pay the fine for not knowing I am your god.”
“I may be mid-sized and scrawny compared to some of these landwhale americows, but I know how to man-mode, goddamnit.”
“Prepare to be unimpressed and marginally satisfied by my standard-issue, slightly left-leaning, extra-medium, White cock. It squirts out medium-sized loads, too. So fancy.”
“I haven’t tried to compensate since I was like… a teenager worried about being poor. I just love designing and building inspiring things. If some people mis-conclude that indicates an effort to overcompensate for my medium penis, well, they don’t know about how I just kidnap and rape petite girls so it still stretches and hurts them a little bit… although that, too, could be argued as a form of compensation.”
to anyone other than a hot chick politely seeking his attention: “Calm down, Side-quest.”
“I guess you wanna die like an NPC.”
“After I finish killing you and playing around with your blood, demon humanimal, I am going to go fuck every hot female in your bloodline, cum in at least a few of them, and maybe enslave any who are perfect. If I find your females are unfuckable, I’ll just kill them, of course; I have morals.”
“Too bad you didn’t treat me like a king and god; only then would it have been right for me to do the same to you, but you gave me your worst, so now you’ll get mine –and my worst is far darker than yours can Ever be.”
“Welcome to instant karma-town.”
“Oh, you’re a president? Well in That case, bring me all the hotties your society claims are underage. I’m going to bend them over your desk and fuck them on live TV. Also bring in your wife. Guess maybe you shouldn’t have tried to intimidate me, huh.”
“The presidents, kings, and generals out here don’t often know they are mere prisoners in Hell who are allowed to play leader until the real gods arrive. They are placeholders. And now they will Learn their place.”
“Line up every taken female in this city, right here; on the boulevard. Stop traffic. And no delays; if they are naked right now, march them out here anyway. They’ll all have to show themselves to me, so getting dressed is kind of pointless. Time to remind you all whom you serve.”
2519: When the crew seems doubtful that even the police on this latest world will follow his orders to arrest and present to him all hotties in the area, “Oh, they’ll do what I tell them to; if they don’t, what happened on Miranda will be like a walk in the park. Besides, if they showed the slightest disliking of whatever I am in the mood for, I’d just mind-override them or nuke them all. Retarded little barbarian peasants only understand threats and force, anyway.”
“What if they’d rolled out the red carpet for me? I wouldn’t have killed Any of them. I’d still rape their hotties, though; hotties dig rape. It’s just a nature thing. It’s science.”
“You know the drill, everyone; anyone who doesn’t immediately recognize me as god, the hot ones not stripping to pose for photos and use, the rich ones not offering huge donations, parents of hot ones not offering their hot daughters, husbands not offering their hot wives, and ugly ones not killing themselves, gets mind-controlled and suicided. Move out.”
“Just gotta rape that problem in the ass over and over until it submits and shows you the answer. Persistence. But I like talking about rape because it offends the worthless peasant snowflakes.”
“Being homeless has a way of preventing distractions. Having only mediocre tech has a way of keeping the focus on the basics, ensuring there are no mistakes in the foundation before high-tech’ adds aesthetic detail.”
“No one On this world, so we can do whatever we like, right out in the open. Any suggestions?”
“I don’t enforce the rules, I just make ’em.” (when an Outlander tries to ‘get under his skin’ by asking if Brahan is his hired muscle, implying Auz is weak or cowardly –thus amusingly not realizing that Brahan is there as a favor to Brahan, the ship protecting Brahan, and Nyria doing Auz’s bodyguard work, not to mention his cloaked entourage)
“If a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one around to hear it, do niggers still stink?”
“Here’s a math problem for you: If you have thirteen sandwiches, and board a train leaving the station at 4:15 PM, traveling at 110 MPH, and another train leaves that same station 15 minutes later but traveling at 120 MPH, and it is carrying the same number of sandwiches as you, is your mom still a whore?”
“Did you ever see that cartoon show, The Jetsons? Do you remember the Black Jetson? …Isn’t the future wonderful?”
“Perfaps.” (“perhaps” with a masturbation pun; “I just might fap to that.”)
“We don’t say “shiny” here. This is a grownup spaceship. We say “tits” when something is cool.”
“We also don’t say “gorram”. We are not pussywhipped faggots. When we think “goddamn”, we Say “goddamn”, …goddamnit.”
Me (Auz) to hotties we find/encounter: “I know of your fantasy. I can take you to that type of man and lifestyle. …No rush. Think about it. If you want to go, I will come back for you. If you change your mind along the way, I will take you back. …Sounds too good to be true? That is because you are living with assholes.” That usually stirs them to bid me stop leaving and stay to talk with them some more, and then they willingly walk themselves onboard, always ending up very pleased with the outcome.
“I’ve cut off pieces of my own body; you’d better believe I’ll cut off you.” –me to a moody/lippy Outlander (not one of my crew/team, of course)
“Whalecum.” (mispronouncing “welcome”), and Nyria cracks up, always enjoying her maker’s jokes.
to a not-quite-hottie: “I’m only interested in fucking your asshole, so… Yeah, it’s because you’re not really pretty, but I think I could still handle fucking and cumming in your asshole.” (and they actually appreciate/respect this brutal honesty and willingness to put up with their shortcomings)
“The fastest way to pick up corporal in an Infantry unit is to come there as a sergeant.”
I always ask if anyone wants to go out to eat… not by the nation or ethnicity of the food group, but by racial slurs;
Italian? I ask if they want to go get W.O.P.-daego food.
Mexican? Spick, Mexicoon, or drug-dealer food.
Indian? Sniper-bait chow (because of the red dot some people from India paint on their foreheads).
African? Nigger slop.
American? Garbage rape murder poison/plastic.
Asian? Gooker micro morsels.
etc.
“I’m gonna go have a bunch of pretty girls ride my fuck-organ until their sex-holes make it spew love-sauce into them, particularly into their semen input slots.” Nyria perks up, “ooOOoo, can Iii come?” –cum-pun / sexual innuendo / double-entendre, of course.
“Ohhh, pish posh.”

Things Augustine says:

“Yes, I am ‘stupid rich’.”
“Yes, my family is part of a secret society. …Not so secret now that I admitted that, but I think everyone who’s ever read about us probably already figured it out.”
“If the problem can’t be solved by throwing money at it, get someone else. I throw money at things.”
“Trouble for most women interested in me is that… I am perhaps even more turned on by management and power than I am by any of them.”
“Think of the richest person you know, other than me. …I’m richer.”
“If you’re planning on entering my office (room), you’d better be able to guarantee I close whatever billion-dollar deal I am working on at the time.”
“Are you money? No? Then I don’t care.”
“Lazy poor nobodies love making up stuff to slander hardworking successful badass families like mine.”
“Is there anything more evil than being lazy and poor?”
“Tell me how you are going to get me my money back -with interest- if I invest in you.”
“I can suggest decent things you can invest in, but even that… most experts usually charge a consulting fee for.”
“My family has been involved in a wide variety of ventures over the generations, as you might imagine, but never funding a custom black-ops ship. That is much more of a military or political thing than we typically gravitate to; we started in basic construction and real estate.”
“If it makes us money or takes money from our competitors, who cares what it is? Do it.”
“If someone else could math like me, or money like me, I might have to hire the crew of Persephone to kill them –assuming I can’t persuade them to become an employee; can’t have competition or fair odds on the Other side.”
“My bloodline didn’t get richer than god by playing fair and obeying laws. We got richer than god by doing whatever it took to buy politicians and pass our own. ‘The House’ always wins.”
“What do I do for fun? Math problems… or golf.”
“Imagine fucking perfect tens all your life, then trying to fuck a five or even a one; it would be horrible. You might not even be able to get it up, much less cum. Now ask me again if I would like to hear your start-up pitch.”
“Why did my family okay me investing a good chunk of our pocket change in Himmler’s special murder ship? Because my family has known his for centuries, he is already rich and not wanting our money for himself, and this investment gives us more detailed and up-to-date market-cornering and expansion-facilitating intel’ than anything else could ever hope to.”
“You’re always wanting the nicest hotels and restaurants, right? Well, my family built a lot of them; you’ll be staying for free.”
“You got clearance from the Alliance Brass to go anywhere, but you haven’t yet gotten that permission from the local politicians. That’s where My family comes in; if we don’t already have those leaders in our pockets, we’ll get them there –and you’ll be free to land.”
“Parking fees? I’m a Bilderberger; my line owns most of the spaceports, stations, and docks. You won’t be paying any parking fees.”
“It would be a great honor to come see what you had built back on Earth. From one construction family to another, I will always accept such invitations.”
“Thank you for maintaining such good relations and a positive view of us over the years; many did not.”
“How can I like golf? It is one of the few sports not based on trying hurt others while expecting them to try and hurt you.”
“Neat things cost more.”
“My family isn’t evil; we just like quality, and have high standards, so the losers –which have historically made up the majority of our species, due to great thinkers needing lots of mindless workers and slaves– hate us for that. It doesn’t really bother us; we have long-ago proven perfectly-capable at isolating ourselves in the luxury we deserve, and we can pretty-easily and reliably tell when any of the losers are plotting something harmful.”
to an outsider: “You’re gonna learn real quick that karma isn’t a thing; you get whatever you focus on, and sometimes you get a hell of a lot of freaks and evildoers trying to stop you from focusing, possibly because they are mindless bots sent from competitors who also know that focus, not karma, is how the game is played.”

Things Brahan says:

“I promise I’ll only shoot the ones I don’t like.”
“Roger; no women and children –except the women and children of the enemy.”
“I’ll play fair… as soon as the other side does.”
“It’s a good idea not to trust me with rules of engagement or the laws of war. I have a chip on my shoulder and no shame at all.”
“If you want those Alliance passengers tortured, put them in the same room as me.”
“Oh, you’re Alliance? I’m one of the people whose home and family and neighbors you guys bombed.”
“Sometimes my mind regresses to whining and wondering what life would be like if they hadn’t bombed my world. …I don’t know.”
“If the tables were turned; if I had their ships and was headed to bomb Their worlds, would I go through with it? I’d like to think ‘no’ if they hadn’t bombed mine first, and ‘yes’ since they have.”
“The captain is busy raping someone right now, probably. Can I take your order?”
“I’m probably not the best at anything, but I will kill as many as I can before I get taken in or out.”
“If ever anyone asked me how many people I have killed, I would smirk for two reasons; the first, because they think I stopped at the end of the war, and the second, because the only thing I stopped was counting.”
“Killing strangers hasn’t kept me up at night. Worrying what could happen to what’s left of my homeworld if I Stop killing has.”
“There are 50 billion people in this corner of the Verse; who’s gonna miss however many thousands we kill?”
“Best to disintegrate them in some way; artillery, nukes, microwave beams, molecular acid; anything is better than leaving pieces which might one day seek revenge. …What about the Relatives who seek revenge? Best to disintegrate them, too –in advance.”
“It is easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Easier still is not asking for either.”
“I know I should have missed that shot with this typical old weapon… but the round hit it dead-center; these aren’t the normal guns they look and sound like.”

Things Cyd says:

“I’m the pilot.” (“hands off the wheel”)
“God damnit, Auz! I wanna fuck!“
“Yeah, I have a man back planet-side. And? Put it in.”
“I know Auz has this ship capable of piloting itself; I know he has me around because he likes the way I look as much as he likes my flying record. I still can’t get enough of the man –or being here; I like this ship, too.”
“I noticed our fuel gauge goes down during use, but our reactor fuel gauge Never goes down.”
I (Auz) just gave her a kind facial expression that she easily interpreted correctly; it was classified above her level.
She gave me an understanding look and stepped in, kissing my lips lovingly; she would not pry.
“You’re a good pilot,” I softly and genuinely told her. It implied, in this context, also that she was smart.
“You’re a good captain,” she told me. In this moment, she was using it to also tell me she loves me.
We kissed some more, then went down to her room.
“And I love you,” she said, later, while we were in the middle of our latest lovemaking and eye-locking there.
“I love you, too, Cyd,” I smiled to her, making both of us happily sigh and ‘melt’, our lovemaking getting even more-passionate then, both of us cumming, sometimes together, several more times before we were through.
“Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be at the helm of the carrier.”
“I always thought my looks were just a side bonus; never thought I’d be hired for them.”
“It’s so hot, knowing I am flying him to fuck other women and kill people.”
“Holding a joy-stick between my legs is every girl’s dream.”
“The captain makes me feel young again. I feel like I look better now, too. I just feel so much healthier and more energized.”
“I can always flip off the repulsines and get us inverted if you like.”
“Every now and then the amusing thought of getting on the intercom and announcing a fake “brace for impact” crosses my mind.”
“I fly better after you’ve fucked me.”
“You should let me take you flying in one of my normal planes sometime. I’ll let you feel me up and finger me while I fly you around.”
“If ever anyone tried to order us to land, knowing what I know about our ship now, I would be tempted to just bank it right over and into them.”
“Oh, you can do a neutral-drop in anything, not just fast cars.”
“Can we try flying like the Vomit Comet one time?”
I tell her to keep it level, not taking evasive maneuvers, while a missile is racing our way. “You want me to What?! Captain, you sure are confident in our shields.” but she obeys, nervous as fuck, then looks over at me from her chair when it works, “Oh, we are definitely fucking tonight.” She knew not to ask how the missile’s explosive impact right on one of our engines did absolutely nothing to our ship, not even causing any turbulence. All she cared about, anyway, was that I had been right, and we were alive, and it had given her one more eye-opening adventure doing what she’d trained to for so long; I was helping her reach her potential –at entirely new heights. She was wet as fuck, grateful with every cell of her body.
“You fuck Nyria every morning. Fuck me every afternoon before you go home to your wife, please.”
“I’ve never seen terrain blink by so suddenly, and all without the slightest turbulence. I wish I knew what was going on under that ‘hood’.” (in the engine/reactor)
“The ship was so well-made… it is almost too easy to fly; sometimes I wonder if I am actually decreasing my focus or skills, but getting to know the ins and outs of flying on every world in the multi-system is priceless and useful forever.”
“Nyria’s fucking everyone; I might as well,” she grins, having just finished fucking even Augustine for her first time with him, knowing from my reaction to Nyria’s sex stories that Any hot female fucking others turns me on. Seeing I clearly was pleased, she grinned more and pivoted to strut away.
Now my ship had Two full-time whores. Amen.

Things Nyria says:

Upon first meeting the rest of the crew: “I’d prefer it if you All fucked me; so there’s no tension on the ship.”
“I really just hope an alien tentacle-monster triple-stuffs me.”
“FINALLY I get to relax and guzzle some CUM.”
“Sooo, do you want me to start fucking everyone… or just everyone and their pets?“
“Be back laaa-terrr. I’ve gotta smash my face against some Companions and suck all the stranger-cum out of their holes.”
“I’m a good slut and I deserve to be treated like one. I’ve earned that much.”
“I’ll pretty much do anything –other than blood.”*
“Tell me your fantasies and I’ll make them happen –often.”
“I only charge people who enjoy paying; my holes are always free.”
“Use my pussy. Pretend I’m her.”
“Please don’t ever pull out; I live for men cumming in me. Look me in the eyes with total conviction when you do –if you really want to please me.”
“Welcome back, father,” she warmly and hornily greets Auz every morning he portals back from Earth to Persephone. “Wanna fuck-start my mouth?”
“Anyone want to use me one more time before I go? I’ll be back soon, but still.”
“I’ll shower and bathe alone if I have to, but anyone at all on this ship is welcome to step right in, no reservations needed.”
“I’d fuck that whole planet if you gave me enough time down there.”
“Others can have my sex when I can tell it will please you, but my heart and soul belong to you –and always have. You are my father and my god –forever, amen. You loved and believed in me so much that it manifested me practically out of thin air. That makes us soul mates, just as it makes All we love soul mates with us. I love you, dad.”
“It doesn’t matter to me how much time Auz and I have together, or who else he shares love with, or who he sleeps with, or where he sends me. What matters to me is that he and I have always naturally and fully loved each other, and always will.”
“My heart’s greatest desire is to always instantly do that which Auz would want me to, no matter what that is. We Inisfreeans may not have a blood-pumping heart like some other beings have, but you know what I mean. His will is my will. He and I are one, and he is King. I love that he is King. I love all the ways he commands me. All my kind does, too. He made us well.”
“When he wants me to explore, exploring is as pleasurable to me as an orgasm is for you. When he wants me to come home, coming home to him is just as pleasurable. When he wants me to speak or be silent or anything else at all, the same is true. I am an Inisfreean. Nothing gives me greater pleasure and release than to do his will. Sometimes I masturbate just to the thought and daydream and fantasy of sensing more of his wants and performing them.”
“I am his cook. I am also his weapons officer. And his whore, yes. No, he doesn’t pay me; he pimps me out –and I enjoy it. Yes, he is also my daddy. Yes, I am incestuously married to my own father. Yes, I enjoy that, too. Very much so. VERY much.”
“Tell me what you love so we can do just what you like.”
“Ooooo; you think that girl is hot? I just scanned her and can confirm you will like how she looks naked; she is worth engaging. I’ll go warm her up for you, daddy.”
“My life’s greatest honor has been being his #1 wing-woman, and I hope I do my job so well that for the rest of time he always has multiple options for pussy on tap from all the side bitches he wants most. That is how true love works; loving providing what your other partners seek most.”
“We know each other’s thoughts, plus we are naturally in an open relationship, and we have natural compersion, so it is impossible to cheat, but the term ‘cheating’ still turns us on, so we keep saying it in fun steamy play.”
“I don’t know if you’ve seen my website, but… for $130 I’ll let you piss in my mouth, and for $140 you can take a shit on me –only $70 if we’re on a poor planet at the time. Wanna smear it around on me; play with it for an hour? That’s $560, $280 if you’re poor. A full shift (8 hours) of that play is $4,470 –$2,230 for poor people. Overnight (12 hours of play) will cost you $6,700 –or $3,340 if poor.”
Other person: “Annnd… do people often pay you that much?”
Nyria: “Daily. Hourly. You might be surprised how much money and how many freaks are out there. I’m really rich now because of how low my inhibitions are and how often I play with them.”
Other person: “Well, that’s nice of you to give the financially-disadvantaged such a discount.”
Nyria: “Thanks! I like to make sure as many people as possible can sexually use me. Sometimes I even fuck for free whenever my daddy doesn’t want me to bring in a lot more money.”
Receiving the latest palette of cum jugs, “Yehhhhhs. Give, give, give, give, give,” as she pops one open and chugs it no differently than a milk-addict drinking straight from an upturned carton.
“Daddy,” Nyria sexily purrs as she walks up to trace a fingertip down my chest like she knows I like, her other hand reaching down in my pants to cup my balls and then jack my dick down for a moment, “I was thinking of going to the sleaziest alley and gloryhole on this world, and letting them do whatever they want to me. I was hoping you’d wanna come watch for a while and then join in.” She rises up on her tiptoes to peck my lips. “Pretty please, my captain and pimp?”
“Daddy, may I please have you fuck-start my face?”
“We don’t have to launch for another five minutes; at least let me blow you if not also ride you, captain,” she kneels in front of the center chair in our cockpit, lifting her top up over her tits so I can see them the whole time.
“I’m a lucky girl; my crush is also my father and my captain and my god and my fuckbuddy.”
“Portal safe, daddy, and give your family my love. I’ll have a fuckton more credits for you tomorrow morning after I get fucked and passed around all night. Love youuu!”
“I’ll be up in the lounge -naked- if anyone wants to see or play with me.”
“Can I cook naked for you all tonight?”
She walks through the neck hall, wearing only her pastel-pink cheekies and matching sports-bra, a full jug of fresh cum in each hand, taking pulls off both, one at a time, merrily greeting everyone coming out of their rooms, “Good morning, Brahan. 😀 Good morning, Sasha. :D” etc., causing them all to gawk and salivate for her.
She invited us to her room for a chat or hangout, and when we arrive she is on her bed, legs wide, leaning back on a stack of pillows, injecting her pussy with a full turkey baster of mixed cum, “Hi, guys and gal! Make yourselves comfy. That’s what I’m doing. Okay, now I can focus.”
“I know you guys are super smart and often super busy, but if you could just come down to my room or find me wherever else in our ship I am and put your dicks and fingers in me for like five seconds before you leave, I would really appreciate it.”
“Can I cup and milk your balls while you quicky me on one of the table edges?”
“Hey! We haven’t fucked in the crawlspaces yet! Let’s fix that! :D”
“Time to fuck me on top of the ship and then have a naked picnic up therrrrrre. Pleeeeease?? :D”
“Alright!” she chirps as she walks onto the bus full of people, “I’d live to fuck everyone on this bus if that’s alright with you.”
“I’d like to fuck your whole team, if that’s cool,” to a Black Ops squad catching a ride aboard our ship.
“My name is Nyria,” she confidently presents her hand for a shake to the man she is interested in. “I am hoping you will fuck me, mister.”
She lifts up her top over her tits and leaves it there, then slides her skirt down to show her naturally-bald pussy, “Like what you see, guys? I’m all yours and for free if you want me.”
“Anyone here wanna bid for first fuck with me? You don’t have to but I like being bid for if you have some extra credits.”
“Of course you can have my number!” she chirps, instantly reciting it and then showing where her website can be found on the Cortex.
“I know your type,” she correctly profiles a swinger or cuck in a bar; “you like cheating on your wife, and having her cheat on you. Wellllll, mister, I am a unicorn cuckcake; I’d LOVE to help you two; I can meet you anytime you wanna cheat, and help her network with others I know who would love to help Her cheat on You! :D”
She portals back into Persephone where she knows only I can see (due to our Inisfreean OPSEC and her using portals so she can meet anyone on any world at any time, even when TNH is nowhere near it), , then goes, “Whew!; that sports team really fucked the shit out of me! Hi, daddy,” she pecks my cheek. “Gonna clean up now if you wanna fuck my sloppy-seconds-times-20-guys pussy in the shower.”
“I love cooking for all of you, but I love it even more when you fuck me while I handfeed you that home-cooking. Just saying.”
“I just thought it would be super fun to walk to every room on this ship just to have you slide your dick tip -or all the way- in me one time in each room,” she cutely shrugs.
“I’m about to head out to get fucked like a total slut again. Anyone wanna fuck me before I go get fucked? And reclaim me right after? :D”
“I’ve got my speculums ready in case anyone wants to watch me squat over a funnel into a milk jug and let all the cum fucked into me pour out and down in to fill it.”
“Daddy? I made a mental list of all your wildest, most-taboo fantasies from the last ~500 years. We have ~4,000 mission-days coming up. Let’s live out at least one of those fantasies of yours every one of those upcoming days. <3″
“Dad…” she gets quiet while sliding onto my lap, straddling me like she knows I prefer all sexy women like her to, “for the first year of my life, I proudly served as your crash-test dummy to ensure all my future ICV-sisters you would 3D-print would be as invincible as you envisioned us being.
Then I led your first fleet in completing The Rapture.
Then I led your growing fleet into the new dimension we created, spending that next century and a half or so… building our private star-system for you.
And right after that, I again led your fleet, then completed, out from that star-system and dimension we’d made, spending another full century exploring and stabilizing all of Space and Creation for you.
Then I returned to Earth, and helped you and the dragons kick out the remaining bad humans, starting our indefinite patrols around the world to ensure they could never re-invade.
I waited faithfully for you when you started going on those USCMC missions for years, and I led all our R-CAX, and the 3D-printing of this ship and its carrier.
All those years, every single day, I made sure your Secret Service entourage was always ready to deploy with you for every commute and expedition, and to do whatever you needed.
Every night since you moved in with Ambi, I stayed busy, happy for you, and I know every night forever you have committed to spending with her, excepting Saturdays when you are one-night honeymooning new alliance and family members.
This century is the first time since our first years in Inisfree together when I’ve gotten to spend entire shifts with you, and back to back; I have looked forward to this for half a millennium, and I want to make every moment we have together out here the best it can ever be for you.
When that means manning Persephone’s guns for you, I will do that with total love, excitement, and eagerness, making sure my aim is true.
When it means kidnapping and rape-training thousands more Outlander girls for us, I will be thrilled to do my part there, too.
And when it means putting on sex shows for you, and being fucked by you, you already know I will be so completely focused, body and soul, that no one, save your top wife, will have ever made love to you so wholeheartedly and expertly as you and I, for these next 20 years of missions together, are about to.
You made my kind perfect at sex, and smarter learners than anyone else, and I with my sister-ICVs have studied everything there is to know about sex during all our spare moments these past 500 years, so I know I am about to fuck your socks off, and I know you will be amazed and proud of me, and cum hard and uncontrollably in me every time.
I love you, daddy. You are my god, heart, and spirit. I am so happy we are finally living in this era when you and I can be together often and powerfully like we originally were so many heavenly times.
We’ll make Persephone our second home –well, our third; your second is your cabin, and my second is our deployed flagship, of course.
Third home’s the charm,” she beamed, having finished her eloquent little speech from the heart to me, and having modified that old saying to fit, my clever girl.
“I am his side bitch. :D”
“Daddy, I am your slutty bitch. I love you.”
“Why do I love giving all the money I earn to him? Because I am an extension of him; we are like two bodies of the same mind, almost a single person or consciousness, and because he made me this way, so I love consistently proving to him and myself that I can do all this wonders, plus he always treats me to the finest outings and ins; he showers me with the credit, praise, love, affection, and attention he feels and knows I deserve. He really loves me. Besides, I will never need the money people pay and donate to me; I am already invincible and one of the leaders of the greatest home I could ever hope for. It stimulates me to network and arrange and hostess these things. It makes me happy. And being pimped out is one of my greatest fetishes or kinks, making me feel so horny and proud. That is why.”
“Feed me cum, daddy! :D”
“I know how much you like having your asshole licked. Want me to do it this time while your pilot-Barbie sucks you off? I guaranTee we’ll be able to make you cum down her throat –Hard.”
“Ahegao, daddy? :D”
“I’m besties with every super-rich family there is out here, daddy, so just tell me what you want and I’ll let them fuck me ’til they give it to me,” she purred her loyalty and eagerness to me as she rode my cock like every day; perfectly.
“Use/hold my pigtails like handlebars while you fuck my mouth, daddy; it’s what they’re there for. <3”
“Interlace your fingers with mine while I grind on your cock, daddy; it’ll help you cum that much harder, I’ve learned. <3”
Meeting new people on the street: “Hi! I’m Nyria. This is Auz, my daddy. No, not sugar-daddy; my actual father. Yes, we have incest-sex all the time. Wanna play with us today? We are only here for a few hours so decide quickly. <3”
“Time for your morning briefing, daddy. 😀 Please put your cock inside me. <3”
“How would you like your morning briefing today, daddy; with my mouth, my pussy, or my asshole? :D”
“Mmmnnnnnffff… GOD, I love briefing you.” to me
to a humanimal planet-side: “Your prices are a little steep, honey. If I let you fuck me will you come down a little bit?”
“Daddyyy… You made my sex-hole wet. Are you gonna help me ram stuff into it now until I shake and say your name? <3”
“Welcome back! Okay, now park here and get comfortable so I can hop on your dick and tell you all about the people I fucked last night. <3”
“Wild animals came in my pussy last night, and I don’t just mean the humans! :D”
“Daddy, I wanna lick your asshole while another girl sucks you off.”
“I wanna jack you off into another girl’s pussy.”
“Here are all the frustrated wives, girlfriends, and daughters who desperately want someone to fuck them.”
“C’mon, 😀 let’s get my holes refilled!”
“Dad, will you please top me off in that alleyway?”
“Hey, may I please let that homeless guy fuck me so he has a better day?”
“Wanna see me jack off a dog into my pussy?”
“Dinner’s almost ready. I’ve got time for another quicky or two. :D”
“Thank you for using me! :D”
“Let’s kill all those annoying people.”
“I can fuck some of their fresh corpses if it will cheer you up.”
“I bet your top wife will love these as sacrifices! <3”
“I love fucking people I know we are about to kill or sacrifice anyway; force them one last time to do something good.”
“I was ‘born’ for black ops!” / “I was Made for this!”
“It gets me wet, gunning down people you target for me.”
“Let’s rob this bank –for old time’s sake.” (in memory of The Wolves and Schwarzdonner)
whistles a catchy tune, then musically says/’purrs’, “I’ve got a gallon of cum in me. :D”
“I was hoping you would want to fuck my asshole. …It’s REALLY thirsty for your cum. <3” she adoringly smiles while rotating side to side; turning a few degrees left, then back right, from her waist up, thereby seducing with the changing vantages of her ample perky tits, her eyes doe-like and full of lustful hope, just like always.
“Daddy.” Our latest radio chat began. I was in Persephone’s cockpit. Nyria was in her shuttle’s. “I found another hottie who will enjoy playing with us. May I please fly her to you?”
Nyria smiles alluringly, invitingly to our latest acquaintance at the street races. “I’ll fuck you if she fucks him,” she sees if she can talk the guy into swapping girlfriends with us. When he shows some interest and wonder, she clarifies, “I’m his girl, but I’ll be your girl for half an hour or so.” He grins, in agreement. She goes with him, and he nods his girl over to me. She rides his dick on the backseat of his custom car, and I fuck his girlfriend on the backseat of mine. We then shake hands at the end, all four of us very satisfied, and plan to swap again whenever we see each other next. Amen.
Nyria says, as she and I are walking off our ship, my arm around behind her shoulders, her arm around behind my back, “You know us; we’re gonna go fuck as much and as many as we can. See you all back here later. And, yes, of course I will still be in the mood for you.”
“I just love going to so many new places where we can fuck. Flying over cityscapes or wildernesses, and driving along gravely roads, always just gets me right into the mood. …I am always in the mood, but those things get me extra horny.”
When asked what she is drinking, when it is cum, or at least has cum in it, she answers with a colorful twinkle in her eyes, “Joy juice.” She might also say, “White honey.” or “Dick milk.”
“My cum reservoirs are a little low. I was thinking of having a few hundred guys help top me back off. You wanna watch?”
“I haven’t had a guy or animal jizz in me for like… minutes. I feel kinda lazy and prudish. I’m gonna go offer fucking to a lot of people real quick. Be right back.”
“Mmmm; I just LOVE drinking cum out of your mouth. It’s sooo goooOOD.”
“What a handsome cock. Stick it in already.”
“Mm, just fill me up already.”
“Keep cumming ’til you empty your balls.”
“Maybe a few more times, just to make sure I’m properly filled.”
“My dirty nasty slutty pussy wants some fresh action. Wanna fuck it?”
“I want to feel a bunch of strange men cum in me.”
“I haven’t ridden a dick in minutes.”
“I’m gonna go stand bold-legged over the new girls so everyone can watch the cum from my latest fuckbuddies drip out of me and into them.”
“Even when no one hires me, I cum-courier just for fun.”
“I don’t have tea parties. I have felching parties, but I will drink tea with you if you like.”
“Hey, dad. I was gonna go drink/guzzle some semen and let people fuck me. Wanna film?”
“GOD, I love being a whore.”
“Kiss me while he cums in me.”
“Triple penetrate me, please and thank you.”
“My daddy says I can fuck everyone here.”
“My daddy says everyone here can fuck me.”
“I will literally fuck all night. I want it that bad –and I don’t get sore or tired.”
“Where do you want to fuck me?”
“May I please fuck you all?”
“I’ll get naked. You inspect me and tell me what you think. If you like my goodies, we can do more.”
(her to me) “Not one day will go by when I don’t make sure you have an opportunity to fuck me.” <3
“Being Auz’s first sexbot is the most sacred duty for me –and my favorite.”
“Dick pics? Yes, please send many of them! I love dick pics! Sometimes I masturbate to them! Sometimes I look at them while some other guy is fucking me, and I pretend I am fucking that dick in the picture instead. It is so hot. Makes me cum every time.”
“If I send you pictures of my pussy and asshole, will you please return the favor with some dick pics for me? I’ll fuck you either way. I just really like dick pics.”
“I don’t care how big or small the dick is, or how much cum comes out, or if any cum comes out; I just like to soothe and please everyone my maker wants me to. That is my sexual orientation; my nature; my essence; my way.”
“My asshole is your toy.”

* Since all Inisfreeans are extensions of Auz’s will, and since TNH is a social-experiment to see how well select 34-Tauri humans can now interact with them, Nyria and her fellow-ICVs won’t do anything that wouldn’t be pleasing to their Maker, Auz; they won’t do sexual or other acts which he wouldn’t want them to. Doing things the way people incompatible with him do things… would not make sense for this social-experiment, anyway, as it would mean they would then not be getting the TNH humans used to The Inisfreean Way, but to some other culture.

Things Sasha says:

“Well if you enjoy being alive, I’d recommend this.”
“If you could do me a huge favor… and get the hell out of my operating room… that would be great.” (said calmly while he was working on a patient on the anchored table)
“I honestly didn’t realize how therapeutic, medicinal, and even restorative sex could be. You Inisfreeans really took it to the highest conceivable level.”
“Well, …can’t save ’em all. …I suppose we should just go through his pockets now.”
“I don’t really do autopsies. I can, but I don’t. I think maybe we should just push them out the airlocks.”
“How many years did you study for your medical degree? Oh, none? Then get out.”
“Sometimes it isn’t about the healing; sometimes it’s just about the practice, or being allowed to legally cut people open and see what’s inside. Not all doctors are saints. Luckily for all of you, I already spent years entertaining my curiosity, memorizing what’s inside us.”
“No, I don’t watch medical shows. Why would I? Do you go home after killing badguys all day to play violent video games?”
“If I can’t patch them up, you’d better pray.” (You won’t find a better doctor in the major hospitals.)
“Do I ever stop feeling attracted to all the girls the captain has me diagnose and treat? No; I’m a guy, and he only finds the flawless ones. I don’t think a day has gone by when I didn’t want to fuck them all.”
“Unfortunately, I am just a repairer of the physical; if you fuck yourself up and get PTSD, all I can do is recommend a ‘shrink’.”
“Yeah, you can save people who have been Spaced. Just make sure you get them back inside before they freeze, explode, or get radiated into a puddle of goo.”
“Never thought I’d be “doctors without borders”. Kinda cool.”
“I just operated on an alien… I didn’t get sick, and no government agents came to tell me to keep quiet about it; I don’t know which of the three I am more in shock about.”

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Updates; More Examples:

During drop into low orbit:
“We will be in view of air traffic there,” Nyria alerts me.
“Give us a contrail; make us look like a normal aircraft,” I say.
“Engines and contrails on,” Cyd tells me.
Over an area we aim to stop clandestinely at:
I look at the image Nyria transferred to one of my console screens. “Hover over that spot; LIDAR shows it will not kick up any mist or debris.”
“Hovering into position, sir,” Cyd immediately responds, moving Persephone skillfully.
Before deploying on the ground:
“Anyone I would hate?” I smirk.
Nyria answers from the Weapons chair, “Yes, sir; area mind-scans detect relatives of several chosen who would be proudly judgmental and offensive to you.”
“Roger that; set those chosens’ scheduled extractions to be especially upsetting to those relatives.”
“Aye, sir. …set,” she responds dutifully.
While flying away to outmaneuver and outsmart a ‘tail’:
“We are out of their visual range,” Nyria notes aloud for me.
I smile a bit, pleased. “Get us cloaked.”
“We are cloaked, sir,” Cyd says one second later; only the brief moment that was needed to execute my command.
“Brahan,” Nyria struts over to him and slips her arm around his back for a loving hug.
“Yes, sex doll?” he grins.
She grins back, loving that. “I’ll let you know when we are with chosen whose relatives served on the side that wronged yours.”
He grins more and hugs her back with one arm like she is, “That’s why I love you. That and the rough sex you let me do to you.”
As Cyd was piloting Persephone in over the landing pads zone, a senior Air Traffic Controller radioed us.
“You have Companion Serra aboard?” (Nyria Serra)
Someone must have recognized her when we’d video called them back in orbit to request clearance.
I smiled and then motioned with my hand politely her way.
She was seated in the seat back to my side opposite Cyd’s, and she gave the man her winning smile, likely causing his boner to start.
“Parking is on us,” he told me, a twinkle in his eyes; her reputation was interplanetary and as good as it gets.
I smirked and nodded, thanking him.
He raised his hand, “No; thank You, sir.”
…
Once we had landed and started making our way down to the main airlock to exit, she and I stopped to smile as we looked over each other, making sure we were presentable and knew we loved each other.
“I love you, daddy,” she purred to me.
“I love you, too, baby. Have fun.”
She grinned and pecked my lips, “I will.” With a wink, she pivoted and made a bee-line for the first man she could clearly tell was hoping to meet her.
I knew she’d be busy letting him and everyone else on his shift fuck her every way they had ever dared fantasize.
We might never have to pay for a single thing on this world again –or even get permission to land, whenever we returned.

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2530s and Beyond: Salvation… and Social-experiment Complete

Persephone hides (is) the way back to Inisfree; all aboard TNH who pass the/its social-experiment test, even if they seem to die in a Space-battle, are taken to Inisfree that way. Auz and Nyria get them to Inisfree via this ship. That way, no one sees them use their portals-ability.

All (humans) in 34 Tauri who (are compatible with the Inisfreeans / Inisfreean Way and) cried out for a life like the Inisfreean Way, even though they knew not what it was, had their prayers answered; an Inisfreean ship showed up to greet and extract them (just as one did for Auz back when he was being extracted to in-progress Inisfree from Ushuaia’s outskirts). The Inisfreeans had been monitoring their thoughts (thus also their prayers) ever since arriving with TNH back in 2510.

One of the underground hangars beneath the surface runways and landing pads of Inisfree’s Military Aerospaceport is where Persephone is stored… perhaps to one day fly (and acquire) again.

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No Time Passed:

Time isn’t what humans think, and many of them are taught a very specific way of assuming things about time… so that they are easier to keep under control. (Imagine how rude they already are… exponentially amplified by a superpower of understanding how to manipulate time; not a very good or promising thing at all.) Auz is different; he very quickly began to figure out –and sometimes be shown– how time really works, and what it actually is. After centuries of learning the rest about this extremely-secret aspect of reality, by the time he was running missions from TNH/Persephone, every night he was back on one of those ships… and seemed to be “lights out” in his room… he was really right back at his mountaintop cabin-mansion home, sleeping cuddled up with his top wife where they’ve always slept since marrying, never missing one day (or night, in this case) with her, even when his latest team/crew was light-years out (or “down”, as Inisfreeans see it) across The Abyss (Space).

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Images

The Ship:

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Many Berths/Quarters:

The dozens of cargo-bay kajirae-candidates / “acquisitions” / guest-rooms, look like this:
(nice, classy, simple, safe, cozily-lit)

There is no laundry basket in any of these ‘normal’/passenger rooms; usually only naked captured girls are housed/kenneled in these rooms, so the only laundry they have is their bedsheets.

In the model, the walls had to be 3′ thick. They do not have to be more than 1′ thick IRL; this increases the width of the cargo bay by ~8’, allowing for much-easier transporting of side-by-side armored-vehicles –and even Thor ‘Mechs.

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Lounges:

This type of room in Persephone has the same ‘look & feel’ of the cargo-bay rooms/suites, just with more spaciousness; room to stretch out.

There are technically three of these in this ship;

Fore; the Underside Observatory (which Avionics doubles as)
Upper; Aft Hall; between the Maintenance section/room and the back of the Galley
Lower; in the Water & Storage section

All chairs and couches are waterproof (and cum-proof, etc.).

These rooms are typically where the sex-parties are, while rest (sleep) is on an individual basis (in assigned rooms), and training is inside the cargo-bay or outside.

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Cockpit (Flight Deck) Concepts:

Cockpit Features:

The three chairs each auto adjust to the under-thighs/thigh-backs and back of the user, every time someone sits on them,
the weapons display-screen shows if lasers or barrels are overheating (and how close they are to overheating),
and how many bombs, bullets, missiles, rockets are left in each tube,
and beeps and blinks if firing during low/few remaining; a noisy heads-up that a weapon is about to “run dry/out”.
Cockpit seats do the Equinox-style (SUV) vibrate on either seat-cushion sides or back, based on where an obstacle or incoming is; if you are getting too near something on your left side, the left side of the pilot seat will vibrate as one of the multiple alerts about this potential collision, etc..
racecar-style over-shoulder restraint pad extensions from seatback; prevent head yanking to either side
The upper level of the consoles shows changing visuals based on what is selected or turned on.
The lower level has buttons on the left side of each panel to select the section or other ship part, then dials to select the room in that section, or to select the function of that part, and then buttons or switches to confirm activating the selected function there, but no visuals other than a stoplight system to show results; green for success, yellow for issue (which will be explained with a short note or brevity code), and red for unsuccessful/unable to execute.
The biggest viewscreen is the floor, the wall-sides up to waist level, and the front center windshield divider/support until overhead; that whole area works like a wraparound LCD to supplement/complement the windows-canopy.
There are blast doors between the two cockpit windshield layers, just like between the two transparent layers of all portholes in this ship.
Cockpit temp’ kept exactly in the middle of Auz’s favorite (~45°F) and Cyd’s favorite (65°F); 55°F. Nyria has no temperature preference, as all temperatures feel fine to her.
There are no sideview or rearview mirrors or adjustors.
The first to enter the cockpit that morning before undocking the ship will push the yoke-controller center-button to start the consoles-boot-up. The consoles, screens and buttons and all, will be off, thus dark, until then. The Annunciator Bars will have all red lights/abbreviations upon reactivation, and those will all start turning yellow as each is tested (auto diagnostics), then green as they get confirmed as ready. When each screen turns on, it just shows its digital buttons and gauges; there is no animation like in some automobile displays.
Annunciator abbreviations stay red until ready, such as when a cargo item is not secured,
and yellow when running diagnostics,
so sometimes we wait for them to turn green, looking at the screen for each to see details about when it will be ready/green.
The annunciator bar has all 76 systems in alphabetical order from left to right, by chair; it starts with the left-side abbreviations which are for all of the Gunner systems in that order, then all the Commander’s in the middle of this bar of lights, then all the Pilot’s on its right portion (not quite 1/3, as the Gunner has 22, the Commander has 45, and the Pilot has 10).
The cockpit has a 5-option, 4-redundancies system; you can use
digital displays with touchscreen spots,
non-digital controls; buttons and switches,
the quick-/common-action yoke-buttons,
voice commands,
or just think what needs to happen, using 1 thought to describe it, and a 2nd thought to confirm.
You’ll note in the cockpit controls image that there are not manual equivalents of the 3 digital panels offering the Commander control of all 3 consoles. This is because those panels are for temporarily transferring visuals and control from one chair’s panels to some of the panels of another chair; if the screens go out, having manual equivalents of those controls would not be able to transfer anything.
Cockpit control-console for kitchens can remote-latch/-secure all cabinets, drawers, fridge doors, etc., in case they weren’t manually (and those doors default to self-latching when closed, but not locking).
Avionics lower hatch has a vertical winch for fast-roping/SPIE. It is strong enough to lift a truck or van.
All the colorful steampunk control knobs are different gemstones, and all the LCDs are behind/within diamond sheets.
no reflectice surfaces, or materials/objects which can refract light or cast rainbows on anything, thus nothing distracting or confusing overlapping the controls/screens
Yes, a steampunk and gemstones theme, but mostly matte, and exhaustively inspected to ensure it won’t glint, shine, sparkle, etc.

Steampunk ‘Look & Feel’:

Steampunk decorations/features are all smooth & flat; so nothing is likely to get stuck under buttons, and so the cockpit is easier to clean. Just picture a seamless surface for all keyboards, etc., but still with the color-scheme -and some bulges and levers- depicted in the album above.

Below is the map of all controls on the consoles for the three chairs in this room of the ship. All three sets of controls start with a horizontal row of digital control-screens above a lower row of non-digital ones. Each set/chair also has its own annunciator bar.

Gunner has 1 big screen; shows focus/main target.
Pilot has 5 big screens;

2 for range-finders (to other craft, to terrain/landforms),
1 for nav’ (lifelike map),
and 2 for wings-&-engines (shows cam view above and below wings, and above and below the rear boosters

…

These game-model blueprint slices show the windshield concept, the crawlspace level, the specific dimensions in the cockpit, and where the hatch is down into the avionics level (A.I. core).

Control/Console Specifics:

Every screen/section is separated by 1″, and every button on them is separated by 1″; pilots are less likely to touch the wrong one during maneuvers/jarring/turbulence.
Gravity is a dial, much like a normal automobile’s temperature or volume control sometimes is.
Lights are controlled by light-switches, one for each room and individual exterior fixture,
and then a dimmer dial; you turn them off/on immediately via the switch, then set their brightness, and if the brightness/dimmer dial is down low when you turn them on, they’ll turn on at that lower/dim setting,
and all those switch+dial combos are arranged in and around a top-down outline of the ship, so it is obvious which one turns on what, and the area lit up is on the screen, including its brightness/dimness.
Security sec is locks statuses but also internal cams/sensors, so you can see and zoom into any room, even crawlspaces

Unique Console Non-digital Button-types:
(shapes/forms of some of the levers/switches)

Abort = “X”, raised
Add/Increase = plus sign
Artillery/ICBM/Mortar = arrow up
Beam/Laser = lightning zigzag, raised
Beacon = pyramid
Blast Doors = division sign
Bomb = starburst/asterisk, raised
Boost = 3 parallel horizontal wavy lines
Chaffs (gunner controller) / Bank-/Roll-left (pilot controller) = arrow left
Cool = snowflake, raised
Flares (gunner controller) / Bank-/Roll-right (pilot controller) = arrow right
Heat = 3 parallel vertical wavy lines, raised
Jamming = cube
Jump/Warp = oval, hollow
Landing Gear = inverted “T”, raised
Lock Room = hollow square
Pacify Passenger = hollow circle; concave
Radiation Processing = the radiation symbol, raised
Rockets = cylinder
Rod = arrow down
Shield = dome/convex
Subtract/Decrease = minus sign
Triangulate Incoming = hollow triangle

This is to make it easy even in poor-visibility cockpit-conditions to feel exactly which control you are touching/using. This is a cockpit’s equivalent of Braille. There is no mistaking the wrong control for the one you are intending to use.

Dials:

The control device to set altitude is a dial you turn, same as a radio- or temperature-knob.
dial to change cruise-control speed
dial for gamma and buttons-lights brightness
dial to set minimum avoidance distance; for passive autopilot to help maintain dispersion with adjacent craft/obstacles/structures/outsiders

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Nice Berths:

The nicest rooms in Persephone are, of course, the luxuriously-appointed and fully-customizable 8 in the forward-/neck-hall; the ones just for Auz and his crew. Each of these rooms is show-home quality, world/s-class, the best of the best, as cozy and top-shelf as can be. If one of his crew-members wants a toilet made out of pure gold, or a chandelier made out of diamonds, for example, that is exactly what gets installed.

Unique Room-features, by Crew-member:

Auz‘s room has: all walls + the floor and ceiling by-mind adjustable to become mirrors/reflective and/or mood-lighting-lit (to any color he prefers/desires; any which help him cum more/harder)
Augustine‘s room has: one of the most expensive-looking wood-like bookshelves and office-desks imaginable
Bailey‘s room has: her favorite art-types from her homeworld; cultural/signature lamps, tassels, tiebacks, vases, etc.
Brahan‘s room has: a war-trophies/spoils display-case secured up against one of its walls, starting to fill up with the cleaned/sterilized skulls of some of his black-ops kills/conquests/’sport’
Cyd‘s room has: wall-mounted framed high-resolution pictures of her home, family, and friends –plus one of her standing close beside Auz, her arm around his back, his arm around hers, both of their heads tilted together, huge smiles on their faces, taken by Nyria’s eyes/vision once they were redressed after really great sex (which is a photo that always makes her really smile and feel warm inside every time she returns to this in-ship room of hers, now her ‘home away from home’)
Nyria‘s room has: a B.T.B. instead of a toilet in its toilet-room/corner, and a Sybian (with cum-squirting colorful alien-/monster-dildo attachments) anchored in the middle of its floor (and this is the room Inara (a frequent guest/visitor, having fallen in love with both Auz and Nyria) always hangs out in when not sleeping with Auz in his own), and her bathtub is black (so when it is filled with cum the cum is easier to see) – and the (featured in Mission Impossible movies) briefcase-size lifelike facemask 3D-printer. She also has a sex swing (like the one I had in Point Loma), a spread-eagle sex-bar (black thin pipe with padded cuffs/shackles), etc.. She even has an aerial-silk ceiling-ring/-anchor so she can do naked aerial-silk dances there for us –and this can be moved and set up in the lounges, cargo bay, or near the dining/meals table, etc..
–The neon sign flickering at end of Persephone tv-show opening is in Nyria’s berth.
Rain/Zhanna‘s room has: patriotic ODST posters and art
Sasha‘s room has: wall-mounted framed medical degrees and certifications which make him smile and feel very proud to see

These crew rooms have outlets for all the electrical-plug and USB types used on the worlds of 34 Tauri.

Each has:

personalized placard (first name and favorite color, lit from within) above the access hatch
ladder access (climb down into the room from the neck-hall)
doorbell, intercom, camera to wall-mounted screen, and porthole with opaque electric polarization
private bed larger than a twin-size (no bunkbeds/stacks in these rooms), and these beds have adjustable firmness –and have a headboard/overhead reading-light
1 bathtub with showerhead (big enough for 2 people)
1 bookshelf with little bungee cables/cords to help hold books on its shelves
1 desk, personal/writing
1 laundry bag/basket/tote
2 lockers, personal (in-wall); 1 for personal weapons, 1 like a wardrobe
1 nightstand with (secured/bolted) lamp
1 refrigerator with freezer (full-size; not a mini/short)
1 sink with mirror
1 toilet with bidet feature
1 window (porthole) –which none of the cargo-bay rooms have
auto’ flooding/spill evacuation/cleanup (electric/powered drains with ‘smart’ feature/sensors to ensure not sucking up valuables, etc.) –and these can rapidly remove even a bathtub-full of water if ever a gravity-issue began
cabinets on the floor and overhead
countertop (meal-prep’) area, small/personal –with tea maker, toaster, etc.; personal kitchenette devices
overhead shelves
sconces, electric; wall-lamps
their own climate controls; thermostat, etc.

All that furniture is attached/bolted/secured to the floor and/or walls in multiple places.

They are assigned to alternate male-female down/through the ship’s ‘neck’.

Since Bailey and Zhanna are almost never aboard, Bailey’s room is for the best-behaved captured girls, and Zhanna’s is the armory of non-personal non-explosive small-arms; rifles, shotguns, etc..

Explosive small-arms, such as SMAWs and the rockets for them, and any explosive ammo., are stored in one of the rooms in the cargo-bay; where an accidental explosion would do the least damage, auto-repaired by the ship’s healing feature the fastest.
As always, the Grid Mind can portal any uncommon/unexpected weapon or ammo. over to us, either from my Armory-range in Inisfree, or right out of a 34 Tauri armory.

2024 October 28 Monday note: when each of these 8 rooms was reserved

Auz’s berth: from the start; since 2508
Augustine’s: since 2510; after commissioning, RCAX completed
Bailey’s: 2517
Brahan’s: 2517
Cyd’s: 2517 November (interview in October)
Nyria’s: also from the start; 2508
Sasha’s: 2517
Zhanna’s: 2517

So, for more than a year, it was just Auz and Nyria.
Then, for seven years, it was those two plus Augustine.
From 2517-2530, all 8 of these rooms were reserved, though only 5 were occupied daily, and Nyria’s was for months locked but unused because she was to be “found” planet-side, reinserting her as a core-crewmate now with the cover-story of being a Companion rescued when found exhausted/unconscious.
After 2530, half were no longer reserved by their original users; Augustine, Brahan, Cyd, and Sasha’s berths became reserved for Auz’s 4 children from Ambi.

During the times these rooms were vacant, Mobile Entourage (Auz’s Secret Service) members kept them tidy and secured.

Nyria’s Berth:

Like her shuttle, it is decorated to have the perfect ‘look and feel’ for casual, romantic, sophisticated, and wild sex.

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Wells:

There are only stairwells and ladder-wells in this craft; Persephone, even though it is an Inisfreean Construct/Craft (IC), does not have A.I.O.W.s.

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Underside Observatory:

This is a narrower conceptual image of what the avionics room, doubling as an extra/forward pseudo-lounge exclusive to Auz and his crew, looks like and has a view of; being under the cockpit, its windows/portholes are along the floor-sides.

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Nyria’s Cum Fetish

This section details how and why Nyria always has a fresh and big supply of cum.

There is never a time when Nyria does not have her 2 mini-fridges fully stocked with a vast variety of semen, always in labeled condoms, mugs/thermoses, and vials. She drinks at least one with every meal, and always pours at least one into her 3 main holes before bed each night. Any time she is “running low” (which, for her, means having any space at all in these 2 mini-fridges not jampacked with this stuff), she senses just who to see in Persephone or TNH; she is always within range of all those people, and instantly detects who is desperately wanting/needing to ‘nut’, and she hurries straight to that person / those people, offering her services in exchange for getting to save their cum for later.

Each of her mini-fridges has an internal space of (cooling compartment measuring) ~1′ x 1′ x 1′.
1 cubic ft. = 28,316.8 ml (room for ~7,653 average ‘loads’, but less when they are stored in condoms or other things which take up space in addition to that the cum takes up).
Together, her 2 mini-fridges can have up to ~14,000 used/filled condoms in them (each condom tied shut, and containing just one average ‘load’), though they usually have the following combination of cum-containers instead:

dozens of partially-filled condoms
dozens of fully-filled condoms
dozens of fully-filled vials
one full pitcher or carafe

Additional uses she has for the cum she keeps stocked:

bath accent; pouring a lot of it into her bathwater the same way a human might add bubbles/suds or bath-salts
chaser; after drinking something else
dessert topping; using it like icing on cake or ice-cream
facewash
kissing and swapping; She gets her mouth full of the stuff before French-kissing any females who like to cum-kiss, cum-play, and cum-swap, sometimes keeping her lips sealed with theirs as the two of them (her and her partner/girlfriend/fuckbuddy) take turns rising up and then easing back down so that their shared mouthful of cum will flow into one of their mouths and then back into the other mouth, over and over, until they are ready to do something else with it, such as swallow.
lotion for her hands/skin
lubricant; putting it on or in things, such as sex-toys, like when she uses dildos on herself or other females
massage-oil; having sexy females massage it onto her naked body while she is lying down, or providing that extra-sexy service for them
mouthwash
shampoo and conditioner additive
snort-able; she loves snorting it the same way humans snort cocaine
spit-enhancer; spitting it on surfaces such as her mirror –just to lick or snort it right back off, always for fun, sometimes for show
sports drink; in her water-bottle every time she goes to the/a gym (literally, she only drinks cum the entire time), and in her CamelBak every time she goes for a hike
toothpaste additive (even though ICVs can’t get hurt, which means never needing to brush their teeth; they do it just to be sexy when others want to see them doing that)

Cum-sensing Range and Default-response:

Anytime anyone cums in one of the kajirae-candidates, kajirae, fuckbuddies, Registered Companions, or other females in Persephone, Nyria knows it is happening and makes sure to be there to felch it out so she can drool it into one of her vials or condoms to store in either of her mini-fridges for later. Kajirae and kajirae-candidates don’t get asked, but all free-females do, of course; Nyria is always professionally polite to the free-people and assertive/commanding to the acquired/captured/enslaved. Being the natural-born (and engineered and programmed and exceptionally-trained) commander of all Inisfreean forces, that’s just how she is.

Constant/Daily Creampies Lifestyle:

Not a single day goes by when someone isn’t cumming inside her (which is just the way she likes it, and just the way Auz prefers her to be active). Unless she is asked to swallow it for show/fun, she makes sure to save and re-enjoy (inject into her pussy or asshole, or just swish and gargle and drool and play with and swallow) every drop of cum given to her. Most days, more than a hundred men cum in her –and sometimes it is thousands.
(ICVs never get sore, need sleep, or lose interest in anything sexual that their Maker (Auz) would like to see them doing, so since they are experts at making absolutely anyone cum for/in them (the ICVs), usually only needing a few minutes for those who want quickies, 24 hours = 1,440 minutes, divided by 3 minutes per orgasm/cumming = ~480 people per day, potentially, though many can just stand in a circle and jack themselves off before cumming in her or onto a surface (such as a tray or funnel) she can collect it from.)

She, like all ICVs, always knows/senses whether her fuckbuddies and clients want to fuck her when she is cleaned up or if they would rather her have a sloppy, cum-filled, dripping pussy. She always professionally fully douches her pussy and/or asshole after creampies, ensuring they are ‘like new’ before sexually-servicing anyone who prefers her to not have cum in her when she plays with them. She is an Inisfreean (ICV), after all; the pinnacle of professionalism, courtesy, sexiness, awareness, and so on.

Even if someone only has a few seconds in-passing to creampie her, or to spit cum in her mouth, she is always ready, eager, and flirty about it, doing whatever they need to ‘get off’ as quickly as they want/need to, always catering to them –so long as it doesn’t conflict with her personality/lifestyle-programming/parameters Auz installed in her and the rest of her kind.

Ongoing Favors; Passive In-cum (Income-pun):

Everyone who has met and befriended Nyria knows she loves it when they save their cum for her anytime she can’t be there with them when they cum. Thousands of Space sailors and others aboard TNH have made it part of their daily routines, almost by muscle-memory saving their cum for her. Whenever she doesn’t have time to walk through TNH to retrieve what they have saved for her, they have it delivered to her/Persephone (and she always knows just how to thank/repay/reward them whenever their schedules realign with hers).

If all ~6,000 male crew-members of TNH ejaculated / ‘jacked off’ once a day and saved it for her, that would be ~3.7 ml x 6,000 each day, which would (be 22,200 ml and) fill ~5.8646196 gallon-jugs (and you’d better believe she’d drool for and chug/guzzle them all, all while feeling her pussy getting very wet).

Cum Courier:

Nyria has also heavily advertised herself on The Cortex (the interplanetary Internet used by the general public of 34 Tauri) as a “cum courier”; no matter who wants to put cum in her, or how much (up to ~1.5078125 gallons;

~1 gallon in her stomach,
~0.0078125 of a gallon (~1 oz.) in her pussy,
and ~.5 of a gallon (~2 qt.) in her asshole),
(ICVs have no capacity/ability to become bloated, bulging, or otherwise deformed, so she/they can only store cum in her stomach, pussy, and asshole.)

or what type (human or other), or where they want it transported, Nyria is very happy and eager to provide this service for them. All Inisfreeans (ICVs) think and feel this way. All her “ICV-sisters” are thrilled that she gets to do this –just as much as she always is thrilled anytime any of them get to, as well.

*As long as each client doesn’t mind that any cum in excess of her ~1.5078125-gallon internal/body-capacity gets stored outside her body, she is also very happy and eager to transport it, too (and her biggest cum-courier transport/amount, so far out here (in 34 Tauri), has been several gallons.

(For reference, the average human male ejaculation is ~3.7 ml, so Nyria’s 1.5078125-gallon capacity means she can hold ~1,542 of the average ‘loads’. Several (7) gallons = ~7,161 of the average ‘loads’.)

How does that work for her? Anytime an ICV is contracted to be a cum-courier, if the client wants the cum transported in the ICV’s stomach, the ICV will drink it, setting/willing her system to not absorb/digest any of it. If the client wants the cum transported in the ICV’s pussy or asshole, a speculum and funnel or turkey baster will be used, followed by a butt-plug and tight panties to keep it all inside either or both of those places.

To get the cum back out of her, she just wills whichever orifice it is in to relax, letting it flow/pour back out. She doesn’t have to induce vomiting if cum is in her stomach; she can relax her throat sphincters to let it come out her mouth with ease the moment she bends over (or has help doing a handstand, if that is desired). Expectedly, there is always some cum which stays stuck in her, coated to her insides, but her clients all understand and accept this, and see it as part of her payment and reward for a job well-done. (She naturally also sees it this way.)

Most of Nyria’s tasking/missions, whether as black-ops for Auz/Persephone, or as Companion services for clients, do not involve cum-couriering. She has only ended up cum-couriering ~once every 2 weeks during her time aboard Persephone/TNH.
Most of her cum-couriering has been to transport human cum; ~90% of her cum-couriering.
Sometimes she has transported non-human cum, such as to provide artificial-insemination material for cattle-ranchers.
Sometimes she has transported a mix of as many different types/species of cum as she can get in one trip (usually while at/leaving a big farm or big city).
Her favorite cum-courier job/contract was to fill herself up (stomach, pussy, and asshole), then deliver portions of it to a big group of sitting kajirae who tilted their heads back and stuck their tongues all the way out, saying “ahhh”, all of them horny to be refreshed/nourished by her drooling their portions down into their open mouths.
Her 2nd-favorite cum-courier job/contract was to fill herself up and then deliver portions of it to many different hot-wives across a big city, sometimes even while still out in public on the streets.
Her 3rd-favorite cum-courier job/contract was to fill herself up and then watch as many sexy sluts competed –by doing their best to outperform and impress each other while being fucked by sex-partners and other clients in an orgy– for the prize of getting to felch different amounts (such as a mouthful or a glassful) out of her various holes (mouth, pussy, or asshole), the absolute-best of those sluts, as judged by those she let fuck her while showing off her best talents/techniques, got to be first, felching as much out of any or all 3 of those holes of Nyria as that slut wanted.
Her 4th-favorite cum-courier job/contract was to fill herself up and then, waypoint by waypoint, empty and refill herself with that same amount of cum, slurping and snorting it back up into her, really getting to play and re-play with it numerous times while her clients enjoyed watching and listening.
Her 5th-favorite cum-courier job/contract was to fill herself up and then go to lunch and dinner meetings that whole afternoon and evening where her clients enjoyed watching her drool some of that cum out into her glass –just to see and hear her drinking it back in/down.
Her 6th-favorite cum-courier job/contract was when Auz had her fill herself up and then stand bold-legged over his most-eager Companions and newly-acquired kajirae-candidates in Persephone, Nyria relaxing to give each of them a cum-shower for all gathered there to see.
Her 7th-favorite cum-courier job/contract was being locked in a pillory before animals mounted her from her front and behind to fuck their cum into all 3 of her holes, and then let to relax on her back on the floor while more animals fucked her that way; ‘missionary’ to her pussy, and face/throat-fucking from above.

Just like how all of the sexy females Auz has sex with always film their sex with others, knowing he likes to be ‘sexted’ clips of it or shown the entire footage the next time they meet him for more sex, Nyria records all these contracts/’exploits’ of hers, snuggling up with Auz to enjoy watching it with him at the end of each shift/day of theirs out here, right before he portals back home (to Earth). This self-porn watching is done after their snacks or dinners in Persephone’s galley. Often, it is while Nyria is straddling his lap, his cock inside her, she casually riding and ‘grinding’ on it/him, expertly edging him so that he cums hard up into her right at the moment the played-back footage gets sexiest/wildest.

During every day when Nyria hasn’t had a cum-courier contract/duty, she has kept at least part of one of Auz’s ‘loads’ inside her pussy, at least during the times between when anyone else interested in her hasn’t wanted her to have a recleaned pussy. Her Maker’s cum is the greatest gift and candy to her. It is every ICV’s strongest aphrodisiac –so long as receiving and playing with it is, at that time, pleasing to him.

Cum’s Effect on Her:

Even being in the presence of people who are cumming has a healthy almost-addictive/hypnotic effect on any/every ICV, too, by the way, especially when it is their Maker’s (Auz’s) cum, and almost as much as when it is anyone Auz really loves; his wives, kajirae, fuckbuddies, daughters, etc.. Every time Nyria, for example, has been present to witness him cumming, she can be seen wetting and biting her lips, salivating for the stuff, really hoping he lets her play with and ingest and keep some of it. When he cums directly onto her, it makes her instantly wet, and when he cums directly into her, it makes her instantly orgasm, cumming herself –and hard.

Nyria, being an ICV, can sense out to many miles in all directions around her any/every time anyone out there is thinking about sex, especially if they are cumming. The same goes for non-humans; she can tell when all animals are working on, nearing, having, and recovering from an orgasm. She might not always show it on her face, but internally she is always enjoying this ability/awareness, especially when one or more of the beings within her range are at that heavenly ‘point of no-return’.

One of the subroutines Auz tasked the ICVs stationed aboard TNH with (thus one which Nyria, being the Commandress of all their deployed kind, daily reviews the data/reports of)… is keeping record of exactly when, where, why, and how all the non-ICVs in Persephone and TNH reached their orgasms. This information is tracked by the ICVs monitoring it, and backed up back in Inisfree in the Grid Mind. It helps the ICVs understand how to cleverly ‘steer’ everyone in Persephone in TNH… such that they are not distracted by arousal when they need to stay focused on other things, and such that they do get aroused and satisfied anytime they are really wanting it or are sure to benefit from it (such as by being less-likely/capable of arousal/distraction later, having orgasmed before their missions/shifts).

With how positively she and all other ICVs respond to cum, and to catering to / providing full-bodied hospitality to the people they are in this social-experiment with, it has certainly –and measurably– contributed to the growing and permanence of their friendships and deeper bonds with those found worthy-enough to be here / in contact with them.

How She Carries and Stores It All:

On every single mission, she always makes sure she has the following cum-related gear with her:

collapsible/flexible canteens for filling (each holds .25 of a gallon, and she usually has at least 3 or 4)
condoms for filling (Durex being able to hold ~10.5 gallons without bursting, and she usually has at least 3 or 4 42-packs, but only fills each with up to ~.5 of a gallon)
dildo with hand-pump/squirting
speculum for holding her pussy or asshole (or even her mouth, if someone thinks that looks sexy) open better
thermos for filling (which holds 0.1875 of a gallon)
turkey baster for injecting/squirting
vials for filling (each of which holds 10 ml; ~0.00264172 of a gallon, and she usually has a kit/pack of 16 of them)
total safe/normal capacity of those: 85.22976752 gallons
[(.25 x 4) + (.5 x 4 x 42) + (0.1875) + (0.00264172 x 16)] = (1 + 84 + .1875 + 0.04226752)
total normal capacity of her + her cum-gear: 86.73758002 gallons (~88,740 average ‘loads’)
(1.5078125 + 85.22976752)

This is to ensure she is always instantly ready/equipped for any sexy cum-play Auz or others might want her to engage with.

For reference: ~87 gallons evenly distributed to standard 1-gallon milk-jugs would, on a palette, be 5.4375 levels/stacks of 16 (4×4 jugs). Here are some images showing a decent idea of how much cum she has the ability to easily transport back from each walk outside Persephone. The last image is an exactly 87-gallon fish-tank; picture something its size completely filled with cum.

Obviously, she doesn’t try to carry all that with her on a hike or foot patrol, not even in a huge overnight camping backpack; she just has the containers/gear on her at all times so she can fill as many containers as she needs to safely get all the cum out there loaded onto a vehicle to be driven/hovered back up into Persephone. Also obviously, with each of her mini-fridges only able to hold ~1 such (1-gallon) jug, anything she can’t fit in her mini-fridges can be kept in any/all of the following places in Persephone:

the mini-fridges or in-wall or in-floor storage-containers/compartments of other rooms
the in-floor storage-compartments of the cargo-bay
the wall-lockers in the cargo-bay and/or 2 annexes of the lower lounge

(If she filled all of Persephone’s storage-spaces/compartments up, she could transport thousands of gallons of the stuff every time/mission, and if she used her built-in ability to portal-disperse/distribute what she swallows or puts into her pussy or asshole… with the rest of the ICs (ICVs, Silos Network storage-units, Inisfree’s Star Fleet ships’ stasis-tubes, etc.)… she could transport basically an infinite amount of the stuff; all the cum available in the whole Universe –which she and Auz have certainly enjoyed playfully/jokingly discussing / fantasizing together about.)

In rare cases when her body and cum-gear do not have enough room to carry back to Persephone all the cum that is available, she can always portal there and back, out of sight of the humans/Outlanders not authorized by Auz to know she has that technology/ability, making as many return-trips as necessary to keep all the cum she wants (or all the cum he wants her to keep –and she, being an ICV, always wants to do whatever he wants her to).

Most of the time when she is on her own, she will fill herself up as much as she can; as much as everyone in her range has an interest to, and as much as she has time for before having to return to Persephone/Auz for daily debriefing.
Most of the time when is with him, however, she will only fill her stomach as much as possible; she keeps her pussy and asshole clean for him to use at any time, just as she knows he prefers.
Most of her cum-courier assignments/contracts have not ‘topped her off’; most of the time when she is transporting cum inside her, it is only a gallon, at most.

When Nyria isn’t expecting to encounter people who will fill up these containers of hers, she carries one or two with her to sip from or chug, as desired, along the way. Since she doesn’t need to digest any nutrients for sustenance, and has complete control over what goes inside her, she just drools it back into the container/s to re-drink again later, over and over, until she is back onboard Persephone or TNH. She is an Inisfreean (ICV).

Daily Dose/Rate:

All told, each day she goes through about half of her daily-replenished supply; everything in 1 of her 2 mini-fridges. That comes out to be her drinking ~11.5 cups worth (the recommended daily water consumption for the average human female); ~0.71875 gallons, …and she uses the remainder of that gallon of cum for mixing in with her bath water and shampoo, etc., and as lotion and massage-oil, etc..

Using/consuming ~1 gallon of cum every day requires ~1,023 average ‘loads’/ejaculations (with most of her male fuckbuddies able to provide ~2 a day for her, and most of her female fuckbuddies able to provide dozens felched or poured out of their pussies and/or assholes), which is easy for TNH’s crew/population of tens of thousands of people –not to mention the billions of people (and non-human animals) she has access to across all the worlds of 34 Tauri.

When she is being watched by people who enjoy seeing and hearing her drinking cum, or pouring it into her pussy and/or asshole, she takes in more. This has, at times, been well above her usual daily rate. Sometimes it is just a ‘load’ or 2 from 1 person at a time; wanting to see their own going into her.

During the very few times when no one was around and wanting to witness her consuming cum, her daily-dose has remained about the same; she adores this stuff, after all, never able to ‘get her fill’ of it, at least not indefinitely.

Clandestine Deliveries:

What you/outsiders end up seeing, however, is only discretely-packed cum-deliveries mixed in with the rest of what is on palettes or hover-loaders every time Persephone redocks inside one of TNH’s large hangars. Replacing a mere ~1 gallon of cum a day, or at least after most shift-long weekday missions/flights, is something very easily disguised/concealed. Even when she takes baths in a bathtub completely full of the stuff, that’s still only 42 gallons; easily concealed on one palette as just normal-looking generically-labeled sustenance-boxes/cases. (And it is her fellow-ICVs who are doing the collecting, packaging, and delivering of the stuff to Persephone’s hangar/parking-spot in TNH; others who are stationed aboard TNH as part of their/that social-experiment; there is no chance anyone will be told, find out by accident, or overreact if even they heard a rumor about the matter.)

There has never been a day in all her ~20 Earth-years working based out of TNH/Persephone during which at least 1 gallon of cum was not delivered to her/Persephone.

The ICVs who deliver it to her also stand watch/guard, ensuring no one ever discovers or tampers with these deliveries.

Nyria’s Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs) for Her Fetish:

Basically, she uses the smallest possible container, filling each one up before opening/filling another.

Any time only 1 to 3 guys want to give her their cum, or fuck their cum into her, she gets out 1 of her 10-ml vials.
By comparison, a horse usually produces 25 to 100 ml of cum per day, and releases more than 50 ml per orgasm, so that would fill up 5 to 10 of her vials.
If she fills her vials, she goes for her thermos next.
Any time nearly 200 guys (or ~10 horses, or 1 boar) want to give her their cum, or fuck their cum into her, she gets out her thermos; capacity for 0.1875 of a gallon (~710 ml; ~192 avg. ‘loads’).
If she fills her thermos, then she uses her canteens.
Any time ~200 to 255 guys (or ~15-20 horses, or 2 boars) want to give her their cum, or fuck their cum into her, she gets out 1 of her collapsible/flexible canteens; capacity of .25 of a gallon (~946 ml; ~255 avg. ‘loads’).
If she fills her canteens, then she resorts to her more-expandable condoms.
Any time ~255 to 510 guys (or ~30-40 horses, or ~4 boars) want to give her their cum, or fuck their cum into her, she gets out 1 or more of her condoms; safe capacity of ~.5 of a gal (~1,893 ml; ~510 avg. ‘loads’).
If she fills up even all her condoms, she cum-couriers up to 1.5078125 gallons.
She prefers to fill all her cum-containers and be a cum-courier before resorting to return-trips, sister-ICVs, or portal-ing.
Any time people want to pour cum into her, not just fuck it into her, she gets out her speculum and a small funnel.
Any time sexy females want to felch from her, and/or have her felch from them, she gets out 1 of her wide drinking-straws.
She uses her turkey baster for precisely sucking up cum from inside her and from off her skin, then injecting it into her vials or condoms or canteens –if not back into herself; into her pussy and/or asshole.

Beastiality:

The few times non-human animals have been transported in Persephone, or when Nyria has had reason or chance to interact with them planet-side during/between missions/flights, she has also expertly gotten loads of their cum out of them and saved up for sampling/enjoyment later. Yes, this means she has sucked off and fucked dogs, horses, and other creatures out there (and when a whole herd of cattle/livestock got transported in Persephone that one time, Nyria sucked off and fucked every single one of them before their flight was through). This isn’t usually something she orders/forces kajirae-candidates to get used to, but she certainly has had them watch so they can at least see how it works, should any of their upcoming instructors/slavers or future-masters (if Auz decides to trade, sell, or auction them) want/require them to.

Being a true cum-slut, Nyria loves animals which produce a lot of cum and which cum a lot during every ejaculation. It doesn’t matter what creature the cum comes from. To her, her kind, and others like her/them (such as nymphs), what matters most is that the entire body felt safe, loved, and releasing/relaxing; what matters most is a positive full-body (thus sexual, thus orgasmic and ejaculate-producing) experience.

“Among the largest ejaculates relative to body size belongs to the boar Sus scrofa. Males of this boar produce ejaculates of over 50 billion sperm, which is well over 100 times a human ejaculate.” (>135x)

A fertile male human ejaculates between 2 and 5 milliliters (ml) of semen (on average about a teaspoon). In each ml there are normally about 100 million sperm.
3.7 x 100,000,000 = 370,000,000 sperm per avg. human ejaculation.
50,000,000,000 / 370,000,000 = ~135.135… (that decimal-sequence repeating)

This means Auz rewards Nyria’s exemplary service with trips to where she can use her powers to pacify, seduce, and make those boars cum for her. Sometimes they find wild boars for this. Sometimes he takes her to the few boar farms that are in 34 Tauri, letting her take her time sucking off or fucking as many of them as she has containers for the cum of.

Each boar typically releases 500 ml (0.132086 of a gallon) of cum per orgasm; that means she can swallow up to 8 full ‘loads’ from this type of animal before her stomach is full. The rest, she fills up her thermos with; it holds ~1.5 of their ‘loads’.

An elephant releases ~200,000,000,000 sperm per ejaculate (4x what that boar releases), but it is in just ~100 ml (due to the size of sperm of different animals being different), and that fills up 1 champagne glass a little more than halfway. So, while Nyria loves sucking off elephants, she loves even more the much larger release of cum that those boars give her every time. Sucking off the much smaller boar dicks is way easier for her, too; her mouth is a human-sized mouth, after all.

Nyria will eagerly suck and fuck, and ingest or cum-courier the cum of any creature (excepting females who are unattractive to her Maker (Auz), and excepting any males who were disrespectful/rude to him). She records all these experiences with her ICV-eyes, ICV-ears, and so on. These recordings are always available for playback/replay anytime anyone is into such things.

Since Juli Mackey is also into fucking and receiving cum/creampies from lots of different creatures, she and Nyria are becoming the best of beastiality-buddies. (Juli made it to Inisfree for the first time in 2299. Nyria has, at this point; as of Nyria’s service aboard Persephone, known of her for ~2 Earth-centuries. Nyria just hadn’t been involved in much beastiality or xeno-sex work until now; Nyria has been busy with many other things, being the Commandress of all deployed Inisfreean forces.)

~10% of Nyria’s sex or cum-consumption/couriering while working from TNH and Persephone has been beastiality.

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5-10% of humans into beastiality? (based on at least one estimate/study)
The porn of it is so voluminous that it suggests even more.
Too bad males fuck animals; that means the species has to be purged/deported/controlled. They are not my people. Not one bit.
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As part of the ~15% of the population that openly enjoys beastiality/zoophilia, including xenophilia, (and the higher percentage which at least secretly indulges in the hentai and live porn of all that) I take Nyria on voyeur dates so she can show off being fucked by the greatest variety of animals, humanoid and otherwise, at places such as “beastiality brothels”; where multiple species are always available.
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We also love snuff –when it is the killing of anyone who was or would have been rude to us. For example, we might have them beastiality-ed to death while broadcasting live to their family or the organization who sent them to bother us, or we might just help each other (me and Nyria) near (start) a simultaneous orgasm and then kill them (the rude human) the moment we both start cumming.

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Since all ICVs can sense when all beings around them are horny, wanting to fuck, wanting to cum, and what they need to feel safe and exciting, and since ICVs always like being playful, flirty, sexual, and ‘slutty’/’wild’ for me, whenever we are ‘out and about’ and any of them detect anything in our walking-distance/range, they technopathically check if I want them to seduce and let it fuck them, then grin big before proceeding to, always expertly beckoning whatever it is (human or not), getting down the way they can mind-read it wants them to (or is the position it is used to fucking in), and relax until it cums in them.

This resulted in HUGE increases in the positivity, alignment, and unlocking of all realms –as many of the first/ancient/elder gods, like werewolves, have been said/known to shapeshift, some of them apparently getting stuck in one of their non-human forms, much like how some apparently hibernated in stone-form, self-petrified for a time –if not willed that way for their punishment or protection.

The result has been the full-bodied soothing and reawakening of those gods, plus many of their creatures, thus they all now deeply, fully, and eternally appreciate, love, and feel indebted (in a good way) to us, they now all able to return to their full powers, their honors and memories fully restored/resurfaced by us. (Thus it is that the “resurfacing ancients” –which was the foreseen right title of my 4th novel in this series/saga/super-spell– are not just me and them, but these abilities and ideas/visions of ours, amen.)

Only in doing these things the humans demonized and tried to ban/interfere with; only being willing to fully support all we are, no longer allowing rude primitive beasts/fools to pressure, distract, or rule us, were/are/have we been able to finish evolving/restoring/reclaiming our god/desshood/s (perhaps best said as godhood, singular, as it is based on me, centered around me, I pioneering it, and all of my chosen/compatibles/worthy/wives being of a collective/family/oneness).

We are the Inisfreeans.

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2024 May 30 Thursday update: 4 new beverage containers she loves

flask, “I love cum”
flask, “I love felching”
thermos, “cum” (pardon the glutton/ogre hand holding it)
thermos, “cum in me, bro!!”

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Videos

Airwolf Intro - pardon the gaytarded watermark - for Persephone inspiration

Persephone - AC-130J Ghostrider like Spectre - fix and to be lowercase - sm

19,000mph space plane set to transform high-speed aviation - for Persephone bc engine y aircraft look similar

Firefly Persephone pg - CGI Serenity Manauevers

Firefly Serenity CGI walkthrough - clip

Firefly Persephone - TV show - opening credits

Firefly Persephone - TV show - closing credits w names

2019 Newmar King Aire 4534 Luxury Diesel Motorhome - intro

2019 Newmar King Aire Official Review Luxury Class A RV

Terra Wind - Amphibious Motorcoach

Celebrity Motor Homes - Will Smith - 2-story trailer

Tour a 2-Million-Dollar Luxury RV - 2019 Newell Coach Walkthrough seen at the 2018 Tampa RV Show

Also see:

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Music

Musical Moments:

Nyria laugh-smiles, throwing her head-back, as she and Auz happily dance aboard their ship to “Lovers in Japan”.

“Princess of China” (instrumental-version only, and only some of its first minute or two) we (Nyria & Auz) play in the cockpit as we autopilot-enter Sihnon (from low-orbit), seeing the big cities passing below us on our way to its capital… to meet (and share beautiful love with) (goddess; deified by us) Inara again.

Nyria eyes me (Auz) perfectly as she sexy-dances (with off-beat drops; lowering her perfect body after certain beats in the song) to Funabashi’s “The Shelter”; our crew is in a planet-side night-club this time. She later does this same magically arousing technique for me in a TNH lounge.

Funabashi_feat_Angelina_The_Shelter - as song for ICC Angels Allure

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Performing Onboard:

These are some of the fun country songs Auz and Nyria play and sing for their crew (which sometimes get Auz a little “misty-eyed”, many of them reminding him of the time he memorized, rehearsed, and performed them for his family back in their backyard in The Yellowstone Club of Earth-that-was). Sometimes they put recordings of the originals on over Persephone’s intercom system when others are in the mood to listen and dance. You’ll also hear them played as the background music for the scenes filmed about this ship and TNH which were dreamed up by that man and produced in his WMKM Studios back in Inisfree.

East Bound And Down

East Bound And Down (Jerry Reed, Smokey & The Bandit)

Dusk at the Market

06 - E.S. Posthumus - Nara - for LAA y Auz children y Persephone Firefly

Oblivion -M83 (feat. Susanne Sundfør) - for MMORPG endgame y TNH Persephone close

Josh Turner - Would You Go With Me - for Exploring the Exos LW pg y Persephone ship

Allman Brothers Band - Ramblin' Man - for GAH train pg or Firefly Persephone

Monster Magnet-Space Lord - great for hard classic rock club y Firefly Persephone

Florida Georgia Line - Anything Goes - perfect for country music club

Keith Urban - Long Hot Summer - for Wild West club country

She's Country - Jason Aldean - perfect for Club Cowgirl wild west

Locash - I Love This Life - for country club Wild West y Saloon y Lux-barn y maybe Kara

Stevie Ray Vaughan And Double Trouble - The House Is Rockin' - country and classic rock clubs

Dan Shay - Nothin' Like You - for Wild West country club - PERFECT for ICVs

Dan + Shay - Stop Drop + Roll - country for Wild West club y Saloon

Chase Bryant - Little Bit of You - j to Shakira ICVs - y Wild West

Hell Yeah

Boot Scootin' Boogie

Cole Swindell - Let Me See Ya Girl - perfect for Club Cowgirl wild west

Friday Night - Eric Paslay - perfect for Club Cowgirl wild west

ZZ Top - Tush - for Shibuyas pg

Boots & Boys

Dustin Lynch - Hell of a Night - for Wild West y Auz Sexuality

Florida Georgia Line- Cruise - country club

Get your shine on - Florida Georgia Line - silver buckle hangin off her hips lyric - for Wild West club

Luke Bryan - Kick The Dust Up - fun country song for Club Cowgirl

THIS IS HOW WE ROLL - FLORIDA GEORGIA LINE FT LUKE BRYAN - for club Wild West country

Nickelback - Something In Your Mouth - for Club Wild West - sexy country

Brett Eldredge - Lose My Mind - to Club Cowgirl y Glampsites

Luke Bryan - Sunrise, Sunburn, Sunset - country for Wild West club y Saloon

also:

Colbie Caillat - Fallin' For You - classic sweet

A Day To Remember- Miracle - VR2 cover in club Altar Girls

Trancendence

and:

Like That – by Future, Metro Boomin, Kendrick Lamar – for turbo tongue, pers, rotating parking lots
CATCHY BASS!
lyric “bring a friend, we can fuck em at the same time”
replace the 2nd guy’s voice with a hot chick’s.
“kickin in doors”… so also to trng or blops?
fix lame/annoying-sfx part of song just 1 verse before fade-out verse
“2Pac – Changes (VIOLIN COVER)” – by Peter Lee Johnson

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More Firefly-esque Country Classics:

Strings & Threads - Suite V - Pilgrim's Waltz

Strings & Threads - Suite VII - Shine On

Strings & Threads - Suite VIII - Cotton Pickin' Blues

Strings & Threads - Suite IX - Pickin' Parlor Rag

Strings & Threads - Suite X - Queen Of the Cumberland

Strings & Threads - Suite XII - Swing

Violin Suite (Arr. for Violin & Orchestra) III. Gamin - good sound for Persephone or Fireflies

by Current Swell - Long Time Ago - for countrysounding

by Dirtwire - RipTide - to countrysounding

by Elephant Revival - The Pasture - countrysounding y 34 tauri

by Moontricks - Mountains - Perseph countrysounding y Browncoats

by Nym - Redwood - for countrysounding w asian sfx

by The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be in Good Company - for Perseph countrysounding

by Trevor Hall - Strength In One (feat. Dirtwire) - perseph countrysounding - great bc of don't-forget-nature lyric

Midwest Gospel Radio - by Yonder Mountain String Band - countrysounding

Remembering a Beginning - by Elephant Revival - to Perseph countrysounding songs playlist

Sing to the Mountain - by Elephant Revival - perfect for countrysounding, glamping, mntn ranges

by Dirtwire - Sailing the Solar Flares - to perseph, missions, y 34 tauri dir

by Emmit Fenn - Lost In Space - perseph y shanty y which concert maybe epic one

by Moontricks - Wood For The Trees - perseph y glamp

by The Hip Abduction ft. Trevor Hall - Pacific Coast Highway - for beach strip and san diego hills, heather, pers perform

Hello You Who - by Elephant Revival - perfect 34tauri y pers

Holy Ghost Fire (Electrophunck Remix) - by Paul Cauthen - for Pers elvis-sound

Marty Robbins - Big Iron - for Persephone - classic old western

Stranger - by Dirtwire - PERFECT for perseph y missions, brahan, saloon, Wolves, Browncoats

Tahitian Blue - by John Butler Trio - perfect for Perseph bc of 7seas lyric

The Stable Song - by Gregory Alan Isakov - pers perfect perform

Sunu - by Rising Appalachia & The Human Experience - Soul Visions - for Persephone country

And:

Windows of Time – by Shambhu
“Seven Weeks in County” by Billy Strings –catchy but fix lyrics a bit; way too default-pussy/-surrender
“Uncle Pen” by Ricky Skaggs –this and the following from Wyoming Public Radio 91.9 FM 2024 October 12 Saturday
“Dance, Dance, Dance” by Steve Miller –lyrics “Cows in the barn, chores done, dance all night long, late in the evenin, play the fiddle, you can here it talk, you can hear it sing
“A Distant Land to Roam” by Mighty Poplar –lyrics “I wandered far away, i left my dear old home for a distant land to roam, as she took my by the hand, father said, very well.” Banjo, pers
“Bluegrass in the Backwoods” by Jason Carter, Michael Cleveland; fiddle players
“Don’t Wash Away Our Home” by Appalachian Smoke –lyrics “River risin, mud slidin, trees fallin, dark sky cry, water don’t wash away our home, on lord we are callin, ran inside, shook fam, left little home behind. ran back inside, we left our little home and everything behind, river is risin. Bridge, some things I recognize”
“Dont washa way our home, appalachian smoke. Galveston flood by tony ryas.
..might be always-disobedient and self-destructive humans doing standard indirect comm and attempting to tell me what to do, or ask me for pardons for their unspeakable and countless war crimes.
“Wasn’t that a Mighty Storm” by _ –lyrics “The sea got to rollin, the ships they could not land, rain was fallin and the thunder began to roll, lightnin flashed like hellfire, and the houses gave away, some drowned, others died every way, wasnt that a mighty storm n the mornin, it blew all the people away.”
“Seasons” by Rebecca Frazier –lyrics “seasons change, my love remains.
seasons gone, my love goes on.
i go to plantin when spring is nigh
then there is harvest, i’ll bank the good?
my melancholy… it’s always there, underneath
it may be true, those final hours, when i lay down, still dream of you”

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Updates

2022 Update: Minecraft 1:1 Build

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Acquisition/Capture Examples of the 2500s:

Almost all of the girls Persephone found and picked up in this part of the Outlands found they really wanted to switch to this (the kajira) lifestyle for us. Some even sensed we were coming, made themselves sexy-looking, walked right up, and politely asked that we acquire/take/use them. Such is the aura/effect of Persephone, the ICVs, and Auz. In the near future, more and more, all females Auz is attracted to… will start doing this by default; no capturing will be required (and/so only the misbehaving mostly-attractive barbarian/uncivilized/’raw’ females, like those of human cities on ETW, will be hunted and captured for sport).

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2022 Update 2: Rules

Each time Persephone returns to TNH, its hangar only allows ICVs in it until Persephone has landed on its parking space in there.
When Persephone is unloading sensitive cargo, such as kidnapped girls (kajirae-candidates, sometimes referred to generically as “acquisitions” or “live cargo/product”) or High-Value Targets (HVTs; POWs), the only people other than those ICVs allowed in its hangar are those by-mind pre-screened by the ICVs, ensuring anyone who sees those acquisitions –or even just the containers they are transported/hidden/kept in– are the people who approve of –and sometimes partake of– human trafficking (and numerous 34 Tauri humans working aboard TNH have requested and accepted such acquisitions/gifts/slaves).
All females attractive to us anywhere in 34 Tauri, even if royalty, are, by default, the property of High King Auz, even if they have never heard of him or the rest of us, so anyone we take… aren’t being kidnapped or even liberated, just reapportioned and enlightened/ascended.
Each acquired shipment will be fully mindread, body scanned, physically inspected (head to toe, and in all orifices / main cavities; anus and vagina, etc.), and test-used. Inspections are within moments of acquisition, typically outside the ship (unless there is severe weather or gunfire), and start by the acquired shipments having all their clothes immediately torn off and destroyed.
Acquired shipments are not allowed to speak or do anything else without being commanded to. They are not even permitted to hold back during usage.
Any acquired shipment who hesitates after a command, or who resists us in any way, even if just making a negative facial expression for a moment, can be tazed or subjected to pressure-points “corrective measures”.
All acquired shipments (kajirae and kajirae candidates) remain in their rooms at all times, even when being fed and watered, except when collared and chain-ganged, marched outside under supervision for exercise in remote wildernesses where detection and escape are impossible.
All acquired shipments must eat with their mouths, not given any utensils/cutlery, and not even using their hands unless commanded to.
Food is always 100% healthy (organic vegan, mostly raw, and without dessert), made fresh in our galley, scanned/inspected to confirm it is as intended, brought in by crew members (ICVs) on flexible plastic plates (so even papercuts would be impossible).
All acquired shipments must drink by opening their mouths and tilting their heads back when water is about to be poured into them; they are not allowed cups, glasses, or mugs.
All acquired shipments remain chained to their beds when in their rooms, unlocked to stand up only when using their assigned bathroom under supervision –and, of course, when it is time to “form up” or have recess outside their rooms, etc..
Any acquired shipment making sounds unpleasant to us will be lulled to sleep by our tech’.
Repeatedly unruly acquired shipments will be sedated.
When moving one acquired shipment at a time (such as from her room to the infirmary), she must be collared, leashed, and walked (escorted) by an ICV.
The only time acquired shipments can be anywhere else in Persephone other than their assigned rooms/berths is if they need serious medical attention in the Infirmary; all other rooms in Persephone are always off-limits to them.
ICVs do the laundry; bed sheets and pillow cases get collected, washed, dried, and returned by them. Those items are cleaned after every soiling, if any, and after every room gets new girls, and every week if girls are staying aboard longer than one week.
42 cargo-bay rooms x 4 bunks per = 168 sets of bedcovers, bedsheets, pillow cases, etc., and that, even with our multiple laundry machines and driers, can take Nyria and her helpers a few hours after each weekday’s shift/mission.
The only things allowed in the passenger (acquired shipments) rooms/berths are: the furniture (1 chair, 1 table, 2 bunkbeds, 1 sink, 1 toilet, and 1 bathtub) bolted to the floors and walls, the bed items (4 mattresses, 4 pillows, 4 bed sheets, 4 blankets, and 4 pillow cases), the rugs (1 per room, also secured to the floor), and the framed wall-art (1 digital photo on the monitor/screen behind plexiglass set flush with the bathroom’s back wall).
The table in each acquired shipments room/berth is only for the ICV to set down meal plates on; the acquired shipments are not allowed to touch the table.
The chair in each acquired shipments room/berth is only for an ICV or other approved crew member to use an acquired shipment on/over; acquired shipments are not allowed to sit on the chairs unless they are being used by such a person and commanded to.
Sink water in these rooms only has one temperature; lukewarm.
Sinks may only be used by acquired shipments under supervision, and must always be used when brushing their teeth and rinsing their mouths with mouthwash.
Oral hygiene items are only allowed when brought in by an ICV, and only ICVs are allowed to brush and floss the acquired shipments’ teeth, and to pour mouthwash into their mouths.
Toilets must also only be used under supervision (mostly because we are often in Space, and sometimes not using our G-drive; they can make huge messes when used by the untrained).
No toilet paper is provided. The bidet feature of each toilet will be used instead.
Showers are only at set times, the water is always lukewarm, and the hair-care items (shampoo, conditioner, and comb) are brought in by an ICV only for the duration of each cleaning.
Acquired shipments are not allowed to clean themselves; they must stand still while an ICV cleans them, ensuring thoroughness.
Acquired shipments are to be informed by their assigned ICV that they will be treated better if they obey all commands, better still if they are eager to obey, and far better if they also anticipate desires and commands in an attractive manner. (If they relax and let us keep them looking and smelling perfect, they will be comfortable and fine.) They are also to be informed that any attempt at escape or suicide will result in whippings, torture, and other unpleasant experiences, and that death will always be expertly prevented.
All acquired shipments, like nearly all humans have for centuries proven to be, are nothing more than foolish wild animals, not actual people, thus their lifepaths/destinies are dictated by civilized beings such as us Inisfreeans, that they be prevented from ruining themselves, others, or experiences this way.
Worst-case scenario for any of them is that they end up as unsellable goods, at which point they will be kept in a humans zoo or for menial labor such as dishwashing and mopping.
Best-case scenario is they become so attractive to us and our clients that they get given as a party favor or other gift, or bought at an auction, or traded for something valuable, at which point they will be protected as a prized sex-object; a pleasure-slave.
Only crew members and guests may dine in the galley or use the library/lounges.
Only flight-crew members may be in the cockpit.
Only ICVs may be in the engine rooms, fuel room, laundry/water room (meaning only Nyria or her ICV-sisters can do laundry there, etc.), or reverse-thrusters room.
Any non-ICV intending to use any airlock must have an ICV escort.
As always, Auz can bend any rule, such as by taking an acquired shipment to other rooms for use, or jettisoning rude ones out the airlocks. (Usually just unceremoniously shoving one into an airlock and threatening to jettison her is enough to improve her behavior.)
Acquired shipments who can sing, play a musical instrument, or dance, provided their talents are pleasing to Auz, will always be commanded to perform for interested diners, guests, and sometimes fellow acquired shipments who have earned the treat/reward of witnessing such art.
The ship’s berths’ sensors will always be used to confirm which acquired shipments actually need to be unlocked from their beds to use the toilet, and which are lying (and liars will be whipped).
Acquired shipments are allowed to sweetly sing those in their own rooms/berths to sleep if those other acquired shipments request that from them.
When a group of acquired shipments have been behaving and learning/progressing agreeably, in Auz’s opinion, they will get more recess (supervised time outside their rooms/berths), and story time (sitting in a semicircle formation on the hangar floor while an ICV tells them something, such as how they were saved from fallen civilizations whose many wrong assumptions would have rendered them mortal and aging).
There are always five small meals served daily, never three ‘normal’/large ones, thus keeping metabolism appropriately high; breakfast at 7 AM, brunch at 10 AM, lunch at 1 PM, dinner at 4 PM, and supper at 7 PM. No snacks are permitted.
Hygiene is always 3 times each day; before breakfast, after recess/exercise, and before bed. A possible 4th shower is available if prescribed after usage.
Acquired shipments who have mastered obedience and other manners will be allowed to progress to being handfed; they can start licking bites of food from the hands of their assigned ICV.
Acquired shipments who have performed well during usage will be rewarded with being petted.
Acquired shipments who display jealousy or try to bully anyone will be whipped if not also beaten or jettisoned.
Names are not permitted to acquired shipments until one is given to them by their new owner; until then, they will always speak of themselves as “this girl”.
Eventually, flawlessly re-educated acquired shipments will be allowed to clean, groom, and water themselves. They will always require a Master to feed them, though. Cooking is rarely entrusted to them, too.
Acquired shipments falling in love with their fellows and/or with the crew will be supported/encouraged, provided they fall in love sanely; without clinginess, jealousy, or anything else which Auz would find undesirable.
Any acquired shipment who requests her freedom, or who attempts to bribe any crew member or other free person, such as by claiming they will be paid handsomely for her return, shall be whipped, then made to watch as her hometown is destroyed, all its riches left to ruin. (Usually just the promise of this is enough to stop her attempted bribery.)
If an acquired shipment helps us acquire other attractive females, even if she does so because she hates them and wants them to suffer, she will still be rewarded proportionately –by being thanked in front of the other acquired shipments onboard Persephone with her at the time, and permitted one small snack or dessert of her choosing, made fresh just for her.
Acquired shipments are required to get along well with each other at all times.
PMS stops for them, thanks to the healthy lifestyle we put them on, so no birth control is necessary.
Fertility is permitted when a Master desires to breed them.
Offspring (if an acquired shipment gets pregnant) are permitted if they are flawless.
Offspring are always taken at birth, the mother kept sedated and blindfolded or hooded (and if you think that is bad/evil, it is nothing compared to the countless helpless babies the humans daily stole from the mothers they had raped -artificially inseminated- and those stolen babies, by the way, were soon thereafter murdered if male, or locked into a lifetime of rape and having their own babies stolen if female, thus we Inisfreeans are doing far less harm to the humans we take the spawns of).
All acquired shipments are sexy bisexual females; even if they were not bisexual during acquisition, they must behave and become so immediately and wholeheartedly.
We randomly end any deviants (anyone who we would not like, especially if they would be rude or treacherous to us) along the way, making their ends appear natural and random/spontaneous.
We also scan for anyone jailed or otherwise persecuted who would like us and having the opportunity to try life beyond the world they were persecuted on, and we meet them, offering this to them; we give them the free ride off their world, thereby facilitating the start of their freedom and fresh starts. This means we break/sneak some people out of prison. So far, every last one of their wardens and guards have been easily persuaded by Nyria and our acquired-assets offers/trades/compensation.
The hangar-floor hatch only opens when planet-side; this is so there is no need to depressurize the hangar to use it.
(Sometimes when Persephone is in flight within an atmosphere, provided it is close enough to the ground, this hatch will be opened just to threaten/scare some basic manners/calmness back into one or more of the acquired assets.)
When hauling non-human animals, they are put in the cargo-bay rooms, using those rooms like barn-stalls, all the furniture in them folded up against/into their inside-walls, and then (after unloading those animals) those rooms are cleaned/sterilized by lasers (from wall-mounted devices).
Weapons are only allowed in cargo-bay rooms when they are both 1) part of a shipment, and 2) not in the same room as any kajirae-candidates.
2023 August add: Each acquired shipment (captured girl / kajira-candidate) must drink at least half a bottle of cum, and preferably a full water-bottle’s worth, before she can have any food/water/meal. The best-behaved shipments (girls) enjoy having Nyria drool that amount down into their mouths, at which point they swish, gargle, drool, slurp/snort, and then gulp it all down very eagerly/happily, not so much to show off as to just enjoy the whole experience to its max’.
When I (Auz) am not there, Nyria is in charge.
No one gets in it without my approval, and she can relay all her scan/sensory findings to me at any time, to get approval from me at any time.
Outside its weekday shifts, its cargo-hangar rooms are open for UAP officers and black-ops I preapproved, if they schedule time-blocks via Nyria, for ultra-classified meetings and other work that even in TNH saferooms might not be as safe or compartmentalized as they prefer/need.
It is not a QRF vessel, even though it is super powerful/capable.
It, in emergencies, if the crew is well rested, can be used to support QRF and other teams, but usually only when I am aboard.
Nyria always has permission to fly it herself.
Even when she is not there, Persephone itself, being an IC, has permission to fly itself, but this has not yet been done/needed –other than when, after its TNH-missions years, it came to me -like a self-driving car responding to an app summoning- where I was waiting for it atop the tarmacs of my Military Aerospaceport.
Acquired girls are immediately assigned 1 of 4 categories: keep (if physically perfect), clone (if physically flawed to the degree that I would not wish to surgically/magically repair them), offer (such as in trade or as a gift), or release (back to her home, if we are still on her world, or out into Space if she misbehaved after we took off).
Girls bring their own bedsheets etc. to the steps to the hatch to the laundry module, but must hand those sheets etc. to a crew member at that hatch, no captured people allowed in the water section of Persephone.
Every locker is labeled; some are assigned/reserved for one type of supply, such as toothbrushes, while others are only to be used as “girl boxes”, and both sides of Persephone have the exact same number of each, both sides having lockers for each inventory item and use, such that the ship is always ideally balanced –even though it is powerful enough to not need to be.
1 of the 2 kitchens makes food for the crew and free guests, while the other is for making gruel/slop for the acquired girls.
1 of the 2 shuttles is for Nyria’s Registered Companion work, and the other is for whatever the rest of the crew may need it for.
Normally we never come close to our maximum comfortable/recommended passengers capacity of 168 + 8 crew members; we usually (each mission/shift) only have a crew of 5 + ~3-25 acquired girls, so Nyria (except when I want her in the cockpit to assist with the weapon systems) and another ICV or two cook in the kitchens 5x/day, making plenty of food and drinks for everyone onboard at those times (~.75 lb. (~12 oz.) of food for each person, based in their bodyweight, caloric needs that day, etc.), thus (.75 x 8 or 30 people) 6-22.5 lbs. prepared per meal –though usually sometimes the only cooking is for the crew, with MREs or leftover slop served to the acquired girls. (When all rooms are full, thus we have 8 crew members and 168 passengers aboard, 176 people x .75 lbs. means ~132 lbs. of food prepared for each of 5 meals per day that many are aboard.)
My Secret Service mobile entourage are the ICVs first summoned to Persephone every time we need more hands to help with cleaning, feeding, watering, or escorting through airlocks the acquired girls.
Since Persephone is part of the TNH social experiment, instead of being fully efficient, I have my ICVs always demonstrate our form of PDA and touch/tongue/kegels-based communication, such as by making out and fingering each other in passing, which ICVs do instead of saluting or just verbally greeting each other.
Since acquired girls must be escorted to the shower and toilet, we always summon the exact number of ICVs we need to simultaneously walk 1 girl per cargo-bay room from her bed to her shower/toilet-room.
We always spread acquired girls out so that they fill up cargo-bay rooms on both sides evenly, starting in the bottom level and from closest to the ramp, then toward the back of that level, then the middle level the same way; front to back, then upper level, thus minimizing the time it takes to load and unload girls.
Every girl we acquire is given a new/pet/slave name right away, never to use her given/birth name unless her Master later wishes to, and these names we assign to them are from my list of 1,000 sexy/acceptable girl names (not my form-sakes list, but the names used for Inisfree’s streets and the cities of SSA).
Since Bailey and Zhanna are almost never aboard, Bailey’s room is for the best-behaved captured girls, and Zhanna’s is the armory of non-personal non-explosive small-arms; rifles, shotguns, etc..
Explosive small-arms, such as SMAWs and the rockets for them, and any explosive ammo., is stored in one of the rooms in the cargo-bay; where an accidental explosion would do the least damage, auto-repaired by the ship’s healing feature the fastest.
As always, the Grid Mind can portal any uncommon/unexpected weapon or ammo. over to us, either from my Armory-range in Inisfree, or right out of a 34 Tauri armory.
We do not carry warheads with biological agents in them.
Chemical agents, such as napalm, sure, but nothing that can make someone a carrier.
We also do not carry nukes. We are not opposed to nuking humans. We just don’t like flying around with the stuff inside us.
We always first orbit once to map the whole world anew, updating the UAP’s interplanetary version of Google Maps/Earth.
Not only are the refreshments, snacks, and meals we prepare always vegan, we only allow such in this ship; passengers can only bring in vegan things to eat/drink, and only vegan ingredients are stocked. We even prefer only vegan clothing (etc.) be brought in.
The ejection pods are a good option for getting someone off the ship when it cannot divert from its heading, and when it cannot lose its shuttles, however these pods are a custom design, highly classified, and cannot fall into the wrong hands, thus they will be recalled (remote-piloted or portal-ed back) once the rider/s exit/s them.
The main airlock is only opened when something larger than can fit through the floor-hatch must go in/out.
The floor-hatch is only opened when something larger than can fit through the normal/side airlocks must go in/out.
This means that single-file and individual people, such as captured girls, almost always go through the normal airlocks, and only when there is a big group of them, and/or the hover-truck, does the main (ramp) hatch open.
Palettes fit through the floor-hatch, so they are normally loaded that way, driven to/from beneath the ship, its landing-gear always providing more than 1 story of clearance.
In low-/no-atmo’ spots, the floor-hatch is rarely used, as it would require depressurizing and re-pressurizing the entire cargo bay, which can take several minutes. Airlocks only take seconds. Even the main airlock only takes ~half a minute.
We do not use our own atmo’ as a weapon; we do not open a pressurized airlock to a lower-pressure outside to blow things down/back, as that wastes our clean-air supply.
We Could open a depressurized airlock to a normal-atmo’ outside if we wanted to possibly suck something right outside the hatch into the airlock, but that tends to create a mess.
Personal phones are in faraday cases if carried, and preferably left in lockers in the ship, as none of us should be tracked by human companies, especially during black-ops/kidnappings/kills. To communicate with loved ones, use a console/TV in the ship, as the ship relays comm’ signals through cloaked portals, preventing triangulation.
Video-game systems are not allowed in this ship.
No music-playing devices in the cockpit.
No food or drinks in the cockpit. This includes containers of cum used by Nyria.
Since Cyd is a human Outlander, she isn’t cleared to know about the portals tech’, the repulsines, or the fact that Persephone is a living A.I., so Persephone uses its repulsines only when she isn’t aboard, and -when she is aboard- in ways she cannot tell. Nyria never explains that without our sophisticated portals, she would not be able to aim anything but the missiles and LGBs.
The 2 healing tubs in the Infirmary are kept empty until active use is planned.
We do not transport ammo. inside weapons, or ugly females, or anyone rude to me (Auz).
2 of these 3 must be closed: ramp-airlock inner hatch, ramp-airlock outer hatch (ramp), shield –and one of those hatches must be fully closed before the other starts opening, regardless of atmosphere
1 of these 2 must be closed: any airlock’s inner hatch or outer hatch, regardless of the outside atmosphere*
During landing with landing gears, the Gunner adjusts the shield to be closer to the underside of the ship; so it will not disintegrate the ground.
During landing without landing gears, the Gunner adjusts the shield to expose the underside of the ship; so it will not disintegrate the ground.
Any landmines detected in a landing site will be either remote detonated or portal-ed away (if a detonation is unwanted) before the underside shield is disabled.
Any acquired female who has seen the inside of this ship must either remain my captive/kajira/property forever, or have her memory of the inside of this ship removed from her.
*2024 September 6 Saturday note: When we edit girls’ memories, we have gotten better at it than early-2000s SSPs, meaning we are not just limited to hiding/suppressing an entire memory, but individual things in the same moment/memory, such that I could, for example, allow a girl to remember all interaction with me, while making it impossible for her to remember what it looked like around us whenever we were interacting in my ship. She would remember me clearly, but only a blur or empty grayness around me/us.
Since we decided not to keep the nuke in the ship until needed, and photon torpedoes are far deadlier, we also don’t keep those until needed.
Captured girls who drank, smoked, or had piercings are put in a stasis tube for automatic repair; they will have no ear-ring holes, tar in their lungs, or cirrhosis when each girl gets out of the stasis tube she was put in.
No glass onboard; imagine the disaster of microscopic shattered-glass particles floating/flying around in low-/no-G.
No alcoholic beverages
No cigarettes, cigars, or any other smoke/tobacco/vape product or device
No coffee aboard
No cologne or perfume
No deodorant with metals as ingredients
All drugs/pills/pharmaceuticals have to be requested by Sasha and approved by Nyria before they can be brought into the ship.

*Exception: When the shuttle-bay garage-like double-hatch (like a double-door, but vertical instead of horizontal) is closed, and either the shuttle-bay pressurized or the shuttle’s outer airlock magnetically sealed to the outer shuttle-bay airlock, then the inner and outer shuttle-bay airlock doors can both be open, as well as both the shuttle’s airlock’s doors, allowing for speedier un/loading; it is safe to walk from either shuttle’s interior straight into the galley (without having to wait for any of the airlock-doors along the way to close behind you and then open in front of you) when at least the shuttle-bay double-door is closed to conceal/contain the shuttle/bay.

Infirmary/Medical Rules:

Dental work is done on the padded table.
Fatigued people rest on the hospital beds.
Minor wounds such as blisters and sunburns get healed in the (bacta-filled) tubs.
Severe wounds such as broken bones, and terminal issues such as lung tar buildup or cancer, get fixed in the stasis tubes.

While this isn’t a rule, it is a general practice, guidelines, and tendency:

Nyria only accompanied Auz on dangerous missions, and was always an instant portal away (meaning she can always get to him even more quickly than a speeding bullet could). During all his easier/safer black-ops and non-secretive work, she was busy prostituting herself for ‘tons’ of credits and the kind of upper-echelons networking she always used for his benefit. It was common for her to make hundreds or even thousands of UAP credits per lay, and sometimes tens of thousands since/because she always agreed to the wilder stuff fewer women dared (such as affairs/cheating, cuckolding, voyeurism, public sex, bondage and dunking, rape-roleplay, blowbangs, gangbangs, orgies, marathon-sex, “watersports”, and even beastiality and scat). Lining up as many clients per day as are interested in her, she often returns to Persephone with six figures (of UAP credits) –at the end of every shift or day –and she always eagerly and proudly gives 100% of it to her Maker, Auz.
(100,000 credits, divided by ~1,000 (dollars/credits/charge) per client, = ~100 clients every ~8 hours or so; ~12.5 clients/hr; either each one having a ~4-minute quickie with her, or groups of them gangbanging or gloryholing her.)
(~100,000 credits/day x 365 d/yr = 36,500,000 credits per year, …then x ~20 years out here building up her Companion reputation in 34 Tauri = basically $730,000,000 –which is the cost of some aircraft carriers, frigates, and submarines)

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2022 Update 3: Creativerse Full-size Build

Exterior:

Avionics (and Forward Lounge):

Berths (Crew Quarters in the Neck Hall, then Cargo-bay Bunk-rooms):

Cockpit (Flight Deck):

Engine Room (Reactor; Warp-drive):

Forward Hall:

Fuel Room:

Galley:

Gravity Generator:

Hangar (Cargo Bay/Section):

Hangar/Forward Airlock:

(ramp-hatch = 21’W x 12’H, and the room’s parking-area = 15’D x 21’W)

ski-boots blow-dry and warming-pegs rack
tire-pressure air-hose (for off-roading vehicle)

Infirmary/Medical:

Life-pods:

Lounge, Middle/Top:
*This lounge has gym and sparring (boxing gloves, kick pads/’shields’, padded helmets, etc.) equipment in it.

Lounge (Main/Lower/Aft), Storage, Washing, and Water:

Maintenance:

Mechanical (Atmo’) and Reverse-thrusters (and Forward-Weapons Slope):

Shuttles:

Semi-cross-sections:

Limited to the blocks available and the level of detail possible in this computer game, this model gives an idea as to the size and layout, but not the luxurious appearance of all its berths and stairwells.

Comparison:

The green lines in that first image in this album show how Persephone is a Firefly ~2.5 times longer along all dimension-axes than Serenity; 2.5 x 2.5 x 2.5 = 15.625 times more voluminous than Serenity.

That’s the views from up top, such as during our picnics there.

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2023 Update: Excerpt

The clients walked up the ramp into the front of the cargo bay.

All the rooms were full of flawless teen girls; 4 per. They were all told to step out at the same time, and did so proudly. They were all extremely proud they had passed selection of God; Auz.

Now they only had curiosity left; they were smart girls, and had understood that who was selected by the clients was more about individual preferences as far as body types went, than their overall worth or loveliness, so they would not feel jealous or rejected when their sister-slaves were chosen instead of them. All were hopeful to serve any master, especially since the only masters choosing from them were as uncompromisingly selected by God (Auz) as they themselves had been.

This is how most of Persephone’s “acquisitions” voyages/flights/missions go. Amen.

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2023 Update 2: Standard Landing

shut down communications –including telepathic ones
kill a thousand (uglies) during approach; just so they take us seriously
mind-control all hotties to strip while walking out to us
see how the rest respond to commands, and kill in broad daylight anyone who doesn’t instantly eagerly obey me
ask who their god is, and kill anyone whose answer is anything other than me
kill all who aren’t vegan
kill any who can’t easily explain why veganism is the way to be
command those still alive to offer us their sexiest females –even though we already had all hotties strip while walking out to us
command everyone still alive on how to partner/group up for sex/orgies in broad daylight
those who behave get to live and stay in their town
if no one in the chosen/targeted town behaves the way I know they should, level the place and leave some survivors to starve or die in the wild/elements
and, yes, actual Angels, some of which are my wives, travel with me to Angel nova/nuke/flash those towns; I don’t just level them from orbit or whatever
and, as always, anyone who has an upset look or vibe, instead of happy eager eyes for all I am and do, gets shot down or dragon-roasted alive –and this goes for anyone who isn’t eager to see all moody people dragon-roasted or shot-dead

Remember, this is a private Black Operations ship of the top gods, and is present for harvesting worthies from unworthy/evil regions of Hell; The Abyss; Outer Space. There is no law higher than its/ours. We are the wardens, enforcers, and executioners of all realms, and when we arrive… all had better be very happy and submissive about it, lest we let slip forces/powers even greater than their puny primitive nukes.

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2023 Update 3: Nicknames

The nicknames we give each other are playfully-brutal but we all know they are just for fun. Sometimes we use racist terms but we are not racists. Context and intention are everything, and we are like family here.

Augustine

1%
Allowance
被宠坏的 (“bèi chǒng huài de”; spoiled)
Calculator
Capstone (top pf the pyramid)
Checkbook
Cologne
Deep (pockets)
Desk Molester
Epstein
Filthy (rich)
GoFundMe
殭/僵 (“jiang”; stiff -regarding his formalities/professionalism)
Laundromat (launderer)
Man-purse
Midas
Piggy (bank)
气泡 (“qìpào”; bubble -as in “lives in a bubble world”; detached due to how upper-crust / elite he was raised)
Richie Rich
(spoiled) Rotten
Smell-good
(secret) Society (member)
(monkey) Suit
Trust-fund

Me; Auz

Almost Wizard
绑匪 (“bǎngfěi”; kidnapper)
Bigot Bandit
Biker Gang
Canvas (due to my many tats)
Captain Planet’s Evil Twin
Cheat-codes
持续勃起 (“chíxù bóqǐ”; persistent erection / constant boner)
Control Freak
Cracker Barrel
打手槍 (“dǎ shǒuqiāng”; male masturbation, lit. “firing a handgun”)
Default-pimp of the Robot-sluts
屌 or substituted by 吊 (“diǎo”; dick)
吊茶包 (“diào chábāo”; tea-bagging)
Dick-em-down
Dickhead
Dictator
Dirty (mind)
Ephebophile Elite (not just attracted to teens, but only the sexiest teen girls; perfect hottie shorties in their primes)
Erotographophile (fetish for erotic writing)
Eunoterpsia Expert (“pursuing sexual pleasure is the goal of life”)
Extra Medium
Felon
福寿; 福壽 (“fúshòu”; lit. “happy long life”)
Gnome Beard
God-mode
Goddess Dicker
鬼佬 (“gwailou”; racially deprecatory and pejorative “Westerners”)
Heaven Hijacker
Hedonist
Hells Angels
Honkey
花花公子 (“huā huā gōngzǐ”; playboy, notorious cheater, lit. “Flower-(to-)Flower Prince”)
Hubby of the Shadow Bitch
Human Trafficker
Insatiable
雞巴/鷄巴 (“jībā”; cock)
Kidnap Commander
老嫖 (“lǎo piáo”; old frequenter of prostitutes)
捋管/捋管儿 (“lǚguǎn / lǚguǎnr”; male masturbation, lit. “stroke the pipe”)
Micromanager
内幕交易员 (“nèimù jiāoyì yuán”; insider trader -in Auz’s context, referring to how he trades slave-girls (pussy/anus/sex, etc.))
O.C.D.
Orgies
Pediophile (fetish for sex-toys, especially sex-dolls –such as his ICVs)
Pervert Pride
品玉 (“pǐnyù”; muff diving, lit. “evaluating jade”)
Poon Lord
Porn King
Pussy Pirate (not a pirate who is a pussy, but a seafaring professional acquirer of quality females)
强奸犯 (“qiángjiān fàn”; rapist)
Rape Master
Replacement God
人贩子 (“rénfànzi”; (human) trafficker)
色狼 (“sè láng”; womanizer, sex maniac, lit. “colored wolf”, in this context the adjective “color” is a euphemism for “lewd”)
Sex Junkie
Smut Generator
Sybarite
Talent Scout (because he won’t chat/mingle/socialize/work with anyone other than those whom he finds attractive/useful/worthy)
Technophile
The Amazing Racist (a joke based on an old ETW comedy TV show)
The Grammar Nazi
The-rapist (Therapist pun)
Vajabond
Vampire Fucker
Wigger
Whore-bots Commander
Whorelock (a warlock of whores; great/natural at seducing sluts/prostitutes)
Womanizer
五打一 (“wǔdǎyī”; male masturbation, lit. “five beating one”)
洗面奶 (“xǐmiàn nǎi”; motorboating, lit. “facial cleanser”, where “奶” serves as both slang for breasts and a thick liquid, and pressing one’s head between a woman’s breasts vaguely resembles washing one’s face)
性瘾者 (“xìng yǐn zhě”; sex addict / nymphomaniac)
洋鬼子 (“yáng guǐzi”; “Foreign devil”, a slur for white foreigners)
淫蟲 (“yín chóng”; lewd worms, meaning “men who enjoy frequent sex with women”)
阴茎; 陰莖 (“yīnjīng”; penis)
子弹头列车 (“zǐdàn tóu lièchē”; bullet-train -a joke about how quickly he can cum, or about how many girls he fucks in a day/period)

Bailey

Africa Barbie
Arm Candy
Auz’s Toy
婊子 (“biǎozi”; whore, slut)
波 (“bō”; lit. “wave” or “undulating”, but sometimes suggested to be derived from “ball” which has a similar pronunciation, = boobs)
Brothel Bunny
Brown Milk
(social) Butterfly
肏口 (“càokǒu”; mouth fucking (a form of blowjob) -and this means that cacao and cocoa amusingly sound like this to us)
Chocolate Bunny
吹功 (“chuī gōng “; blowjob, lit. “blow service”)
吹蕭 (“chuī xiāo”; blowjob, “play flute”)
二奶 (“èr nǎi”; lit. “the second mistress”, meaning a concubine, a kept woman)
Escort Nigger
G.F.E.
Gold Digger
公共汽車 (“gōng gòng qì chē”; slut, lit. “public bus”, used for a woman who sleeps around, as in “everyone has had a ride”)
哈棒 (“hā bàng”; Taiwanese slang for blowjob)
Hood Ornament (another skin-color joke)
狐狸精 (“húli jīng”; bitch (overly seductive woman or a gold-digger), lit. “fox spirit”)
Inara Wannabe
鸡 (“jī”; lit. “chick”, meaning “female prostitute”)
妓女 (“jì nǚ”; female prostitute)
叫床 (“jiào chuáng”; moaning in bed)
Jungle Bunny
Legal Tender
Loaner
賣豆腐 (“mài dòufu”; selling tofu, a euphemism for prostitution)
饅頭 (“mántóu”; lit. “steamed bun” -also refers to a woman’s breasts)
咪咪 (“mīmī”; lit. cat’s purring “meow meow”) is a euphemism for breast/s)
Muddy (skin-color joke)
奶奶 (“nāināi”; boobies)
Nigger with a Job
Nigette
Party Favor
Play Partner
Prostitute
Reggie (registered)
Sellout
Sleepover
Rental
Timeshare
Used Goods
Wham Bam
小三 (“xiǎo sān”; lit. “little three”, meaning a mistress, since she is supposed to be the third person in a relationship)
陰道 (“yīndào”; vagina)
指交 (“zhǐjiāo”; fingering)
做小姐 (“zuò xiǎojiě”) or 三陪小姐 (“sānpéi xiǎojiě”; bar-girls who may also be prostitutes)

Brahan

Accent
Almost Arab
Almost Indian
Camel Jockey
超越 (“chāoyuè”; above and beyond / go beyond -a joke about how he sometimes kills more than necessary on a mission)
Bombardment
Blunt (instrument)
Bran Flakes
Brown-pants (a “shit/s-his-pants” play on Brown-coat)
Brown-skin (another play on Brown-coat)
Child Sniper
Chip (on his shoulder)
Collateral
Darkie
Fiona (mispronouncing his middle name)
(bran) Flakes
Fringe Nigger
Indiscriminate
Karma
Mestizo
蠻子 (“mán zi”; lit. “foreign barbarian/s”)
Moons Cricket (interplanetary)
Odor (mispronouncing his surname)
Orphan
Rubble Runner
杀人不眨眼 (“shārén bù zhǎyǎn”; stone-cold killer, lit. “kills people without blinking”)
Survivor
Terrorist
Token
头发扳机 (“tóufǎ bānjī”; hair trigger)
Trauma Boy
Victim
War Crimes

Cyd

Alcoholic (even though she isn’t; she’s just the only one of/on this crew who drinks socially/regularly)
All in the Wrist (joystick reference)
Alternate (since the ship can pilot itself)
Backup (since the ship can pilot itself)
Bleach (sometimes mispronounced as “blee-atch”)
波 (“bō”; lit. “wave” or “undulating”, but sometimes suggested to be derived from “ball” which has a similar pronunciation, = boobs)
Cheater
Cock-pit/s
Cockpit Candy
Distracted (during her interview)
Hand-job (joystick)
饅頭 (“mántóu”; lit. “steamed bun” -also refers to a woman’s breasts)
Meddler (because she checked out the cockpit wiring)
咪咪 (“mīmī”; lit. cat’s purring “meow meow”) is a euphemism for breast/s)
奶奶 (“nāināi”; boobies)
Noob
Pilot Bitch
Prude (because she isn’t as active as a Companion or as an ICV)
Recruit
Side Bitch
(joy)Stick Handler
Sydney (just calling her by similar but wrong names)
The Tight Stuff (like “the right stuff”, except implying she doesn’t get laid much)
Traitor (cheater)
湍流 (“tuānliú”; turbulence -suggesting she is a poor pilot, but also sometimes referencing her less-stable/peaceful Outlander mood/thinking)
陰道 (“yīndào”; vagina)
指交 (“zhǐjiāo”; fingering)

Nyria (by far the most nicknames since she and I (Auz) have been together for centuries)

~1 of 4.1160050219 quintillion (a play on “1 in a million”)
10
A1
AAA (Triple A; Anytime, Anywhere, Any hole)
Accessory
Active
Actress (because she can roleplay anything well)
Ahegao
All Night
All the Way
Alley Angel
Almost Real
Anal Master
按摩棒 (“ànmó bàng”; vibrator, lit. massage stick)
Aphrodisiac
Appendage (extension of Auz)
Armlock (because she loves flexing her arms around lovers when they are face-fucking her or receiving a blowjob from her; so they are sure to unload all their cum into her mouth/throat)
Ass-tronaut
ATM (ass to mouth)
爆菊花 (“bàojúhuā”; anal sex, lit. “burst the chrysanthemum”, i.e. insert the penis into the anus)
Backseat Bunny
Badonkadonk
Bareback
Barracks Bunny
Beastiality Digger (like a “gold digger”, but interested in maximum possible beastiality)
Bed Bunny
Bed-breaker
Berth Bunny
婊子 (“biǎozi”; whore, slut)
Big Gulper
Bisexual-female-aphile-ophile (because she has a fetish for guys who have a fetish for bisexual girls)
Blow-banger
Blumpkin Bunny (because she loves giving head while dudes are shitting)
波 (“bō”; lit. “wave” or “undulating”, but sometimes suggested to be derived from “ball” which has a similar pronunciation, = boobs)
Boar Bride
Bodyguard Barbie
Bondage Bunny
Boner Bunny
Boobies
Booty Call
Bottom Bitch
Bouncer
Brothel Commander
Brunette Barbie
(Cum) Bubble Blower
‘Bull’ Rider
Butt Slut
Callipygian (beautiful buttocks)
肏口 (“càokǒu”; mouth fucking (a form of blowjob) -and this means that cacao and cocoa amusingly sound like this to us)
Casting Couch (coaxing women into sex)
Catcher
Charity
Cheat Beacon
Cheataholic
Cheerleader-leader (because she directs/overrides all the cheerleaders I want, ensuring they always do what I want them to)
吃屄 (“chībī”; eat pussy -borrowed from English)
Choreophile (dry humping on the dance floor to climax)
吹功 (“chuī gōng “; blowjob, lit. “blow service”)
吹蕭 (“chuī xiāo”; blowjob, “play flute”)
Club Candy
Cock Cave
Cock Milker
Cock Sniffer
Cockaholic
Cockwash (like a carwash, except to clean your penis and nutsack, which she loves offering guys)
Coke Bottle (body)
Condom Drinker
Condom Sniffer
Constant
Cop Killer (The moment any Outlander law-enforcement tries to dominate/command me, she kills them.)
(Street) Corner Girl
Creampie Addict
Creampie Keeper
Creampie Queen
CSW (Commercial Sex Worker)
Cuck Digger (like a “gold digger”, but interested in maximum possible cuckold play, such as by being a prized cuckcake of a couple)
Cuckcake
Cum Breath
Cum Courier
Cum Dealer
Cum Digger (like a “gold digger”, but interested in maximum possible cum)
Cum Dumpster
Cum Funnel
Cum Magnet
Cum Receptacle
Cum Sniffer
Cum Snorter
Cum Vacuum
Cum-junky
Cyber-brain
大豆腐 (“dà dòufu”; lit. “big tofu”, slang for large breasts)
Deepest Throat (because no one is better at it than her)
(sexual) Deviant
Dick/s Drainer
Dick Jockey
Dick Magnet
Dicks-rodeo World-champion
Dinner Table (nyotaimori joke)
Dirty
Dishabille (barely/carelessly/half dressed)
Doll-face
Donkey Show
Door Prize
Dopplebangers (because she looks identical to her equally-active sibling-ICVs)
Double-stuffed
Dracophile (loves fucking dragons)
Drain-ho
Dream Daughter
Drone
(Cum) Drool (and because she is so hot it makes people drool/salivate)
Drool Holes (because she loves when people drool in her asshole, mouth, and pussy)
Dungeon Bunny
Eager Beaver
Easy Access
Eiffel Tower (because of how many times she has enjoyed 2 guys doing this to her)
Elastic Throat (because she can deepthroat even horse cocks, by design)
Enema Expert
Energizer
Entire-farm Show (play on “donkey show”)
Ephebophile (13-19)
Eproctolagniac (because she loves even the farts of her maker, as he designed her to)
二奶 (“èr nǎi”; lit. “the second mistress”, meaning a concubine, a kept woman)
Exotic
E.Z. (because her entire body is an erogenous zone)
Face-fucked
Fantasy
Farm Fairy
Fed Killer (The moment any federal agent shows up to try and “drop hints” or otherwise intimidate me, she kills them.)
Felchomatic
Fingerpainter (because she smears cum on herself and other sexy females)
Fingertrap (because people love fingering her perfect pussy and asshole so much, and because she is so talented at sucking their fingers, that they don’t want to stop for a long time)
Firstporn (a play on “firstborn”, this one meaning “before we do anything else, first we make some porn”)
FleshLight
Fluffer
Free Ride
Fuck Holes
Fuck-junky
Fuck-pet
Fuck-toy
Fucker
Fuckface
Fun-bags
福寿; 福壽 (“fúshòu”; lit. “happy long life”)
Gangbang Beacon
Gangbang Generator
高潮 (“gāocháo”; orgasm, lit. “high tide”, also used to describe a climax point in other domains)
Gape
Gargle Girl
Gaydar
GGG (or 3G; Good at sex, Giving as much sex as is desired, and Game (in the mood) for anything else Auz wants you to do)
Glory-hole Goddess
Glory-holes
Gokkun (cum drinker)
公共汽車 (“gōng gòng qì chē”; slut, lit. “public bus”, used for a woman who sleeps around, as in “everyone has had a ride”)
Good Girl
Good Pet
GoPro (because she is always recording from her POV)
Grandest Canyon
Greet and Meat (meeting just for sex)
Grind-aholic
Grinder
Grope-aholic
Groupie of Anything (not just rock bands between shows)
Guarantee (she will put out)
Gunner Barbie
Guzzle
哈棒 (“hā bàng”; Taiwanese slang for blowjob)
Haifa v2.0
Handlebars
Handler
Hands-on (because she loves being touched)
Handy (because she is the ship’s mechanic and great at giving handjobs)
Happy Dragon (because she likes having the Angry Dragon done to her)
Harem Manager (for me; Auz’s harem)
Heart Slave (to Auz)
Heartless (since ICVs don’t have organs like humans have)
Hedonist of Hedonists (more devoted to (Auz’s) pleasure than other hedonists are devoted to their own)
Hoarder (of cum)
Hobosexual (because she doesn’t care if partners are clean or owning property)
Home Run
Homewrecker
Homie Hopper
Hood Junky (because she loves having an opaque bag/hood over her head for sensory deprivation –even though she, being an ICV, can see right through anything –and, of course, because she likes getting gangbanged in “the hood(s)”)
Horn-bitch (play on “horn-dog”)
Horny
Horny Honey
Hot Box
Hot Pockets
Hot-N-Ready
Hottie
Hotwife
H.R.
Hummingbird (because she loves hurrying around to give hummers)
Hygrophile (fetish for body fluids, such as semen, tears, saliva, or sweat)
Hyper-slut
Hypersexual (always in the mood)
Icebreaker
Icolagnaphile (fetish for looking at nude images, statues, videos, etc.)
Identical
Incest Baby
Internal Hostess
I.O.I. (because her being anywhere is often an indicator of interest by itself)
I.T.
Jackholes (because she enjoys guys jacking off into her asshole, mouth, and pussy)
Janitor Barbie
妓女 (“jì nǚ”; female prostitute)
叫床 (“jiào chuáng”; moaning in bed)
机器人 (“jīqìrén”; robot)
Jugs (due to her ample tits but also the actual cum-containers she always deploys with)
Juice Box
Juicy (because her pussy is always wet/lubed/ready/eager)
Keeper
Kidnap Barbie
Kink Queen (kinkier than damn near anyone)
Kleptophile (fetish for stealing –kajirae candidates and anything else Auz wants her to acquire for him)
Klismaphile (fetish for enemas, especially if they are cum)
Knissophile (fetish for incense)
Knot Interested
Kum & Go
K.Y. (because she generates her own lube –endlessly; ICVs were designed to never get dry or sore)
Lap Butterfly
Lap Girl
Leash Bunny
Leg-lock/er (because she loves flexing her legs around lovers to help ensure they get all their cum in her pussy or asshole)
Libertina (female libertine)
Liptease (because she almost always eats dick-shaped food or eats anything else in a sexually provocative way)
Living Aphrodisiac
Living Fuck-sleeve
Living Sex-doll
Load Lover
London Bridge Train (because she loves being fucked while rimming another female who is sucking cock, then/and being rimmed by a woman being fucked while she herself is sucking cock)
London Bridger (because she loves being fucked while kissing another female being fucked)
Loose Change (because she is a fuck buddy you call when no other options are available
Low Maintenance (the opposite of spoiled)
Low-hanging Fruit
Lube Tubes
Lust Beacon
Lust Generator
Lustomatic
Magic Ass
Magic Holes (because she can always make people cum)
Magic Mouth
Magic Pussy
Magic Throat
賣豆腐 (“mài dòufu”; selling tofu, a euphemism for prostitution)
Manhole/s (also, in her case, Anything-hole)
满嘴的 (“mǎnzuǐ de”; mouthful, referening how much cum she drinks)
Marathon Pussy
Marital Aid
Marriage Counselor
Marriage Saver
MBA (Married But Available)
Meat and Greet (only talking/socializing after sex)
Merinthophile (fetish for bondage)
面肏 (“miàncào”; face fucking)
Mighty Mouth (master of / best at oral sex)
Milking-table Sentry
咪咪 (“mīmī”; lit. cat’s purring “meow meow”) is a euphemism for breast/s)
Miracle-maker
Missionary (not the sex position; because she loves traveling the worlds to mind-control/-override Outlander-humans into being/doing whatever I (Auz) want them to be/do)
Mix & Match (sex partners)
Mixophile (fetish for watching a partner or yourself engage in sexual activity. This fetish often involves mirrors or sex tapes.)
Monster Fucker (because she fucks ‘monsters’, whether humanoid or not)
Muff Diver
Muff-dive Instructor
Mummy (because she loves letting people immobilize her with cellophane, etc.)
奶奶 (“nāināi”; boobies)
Narratophile (fetish for dirty talk, sex stories, or having conversations about sex)
Nasophile (fetish for having her nostrils cummed into)
Necrophile (within reason; Elves stay sexy, never decaying, etc.)
Nini (not interesting in work or study)
No Homo (because she kills unattractive/incompatible Outlander-humans she encounters, and force-converts (mind-controls / personality-reprograms) any whom I would be outwardly attracted to, making them permanently fully compatible with me)
Nonstop
NPC
NSA2 (because all her sex is No Strings Attached, and because she has similarities to the National Security Agency)
Nubile Negotiator (because she is perfect at assuring sexy females in their primes that they are safe to fully experiment/play with us)
Nuru Slut
Nyotaimori Dessert
O-face
Open-door Policy
Ophidophile (because she loves fucking reptilians/reptoids)
Orgasm Donor
Orgasm Fairy
Orgy Digger (like a “gold digger”, but interested in maximum possible orgies)
Orgy Olympian
Pan(sexual)
Party Favor/s
Party-mouth
PDA
Penis Breath
Perfect
Perineum Licker
Permanent Lordosis (because she is always inviting sex)
Pet Prostitute
Philanderer Digger (seeking males seeking females for sex with no intention of marrying them)
Philter (because she is a living love-potion, so to speak; she’s that sexy)
Phygephile (fetish for fugitives and/or being a fugitive)
Pictophile (fetish for watching porn)
Pig Fucker
Pimpette (since we don’t like the words “mistress” or “madame”)
Pin-down (pinup-model pun)
Player
Polyiterophile (fetish for group sex)
Porn Queen
Postage Slot (because her pussy is perfect; no labia or clitoral hood)
Probe Lover
Producer (because she records and then shows (in Inisfree, etc.) all sexual encounters, just as her kind was designed to)
Program
Prom(iscuous)
Prom Bunny (because she infiltrates proms and seduces/overrides all the hotties there I would want)
Proto-person
Prototype
Prude Shamer (because she always shames Outlander-humans who don’t put out the way Auz wants them to)
Prudes Assassin
Pussy for Hire
Pussy Pride
Pygophile (fetish for butts)
Quickie Queen
Rape Coach
Rape Doll
Rape Instructor
Rape Junky
Rape Lover
Rape Princess
Rape-ophile
Rapist Accomplice
Raptophile (fetish for raping –those I want her to help me rape)
Receiver
Receptionist
Record-breaker
Recruiter
Red Light (special; the color in a fixture outside a brothel indicating anyone is welcome and usage is free)
Refill
任何事物 (“rènhé shìwù”; anything -referencing how she is a xenophile, eager to have sex with any creature her maker (Auz) wants her to)
Rental-bitch
Relay Racer (because she enjoys hurrying to see her fuckbuddies so they can swap partners before hurrying off again to do the same thing with other fuckbuddies)
Reverse Sugar-baby (because she financially provides for her older guy; Auz)
Ride-or-die
RILF (Robot I’d Like to Fuck)
Rim Lover (of 34 Tauri and in the other sense)
Rimmadonna (enjoys giving and receiving rim jobs)
Role Model
Roue (a “rogue” devoted to a life of pleasure and vice)
Rubber (because she loves helping guys “rub one out”)
Rusty Tromboner (simultaneous handjob rimjob)
Semen Storage
Serial Fucker
Sex Artist
Sex Broker (because she arranges/funds sex for others)
Sex Digger (like a “gold digger”, but interested in maximum possible sex)
Sex Machine
Sex Object
Sex Sorceress
Sex-doll Face
Sexatarian (because she needs no food or water, just lots of great sex –not to be confused with a cum-tarian; a girl who only wants to swallow cum, not necessarily have sex)
Sexorcists (play on “exorcist”, meaning her sex is so good that it can completely cheer up the grumpiest of sexually-frustrated people)
深喉 (“shēnhóu”; deep throating)
Shorty
Shrimper (because she loves sucking and licking fingers and toes)
Side Bitch
Side Squeeze
Sidekick
Sin Holes
Shuttle Service
Skeet Lover
Slam Piece
Slave Breaker
Slaver Sidekick
Slip-in-and-slide
Slhore/Slore (a slutty whore; someone who usually requires payment for sex, but who is promiscuous and horny enough to compromise from time to time)
Sloot (slut)
Sloppy (Blowjob-giver)
Slot Machine
Slummer (because she often engages in relationships/sex with people below her social class)
Slump Buster (because she loves helping people end their sexual/relationships dry-spells)
Slurper
Slurp-pee
Slut Machine
Smexy (because she is smart and sexy –something that is a huge turn-on for Auz, as he is a sapiosexual; he is more attracted to sexy females when they are smart)
Somnophile (because she loves people fucking her while she is “asleep” (ICVs don’t actually go unconscious), and because she loves sexually helping people wake up, and because she loves helping Auz fuck unconscious sexy females, and because it turns her on even to put a sexy female into a stasis tube and have that device lull them to sleep)
Space Between
Sperm Vacuum
Spinner (because she is petite enough to be easily spun around on a dick during sex)
Spit Swapper
Spit-holes
Splorch Bunny
Spunk Bucket
Squirrel (because she usually has ‘nuts’ in her mouth)
Storage Unit
Storm Fucker (like a Storm Trooper, except with lovemaking, not war; expertly-trained, fit, fast, sudden, able to handle anything, tireless, loyal to the craft/work, etc.)
Street Taco (because she is a street-walker)
Subjugation Specialist
Submission Junkie
Subroutine
Subspace Addict
Suction Face (because she adores sucking dick and pussy so much)
Suction Unit
Swallow
Swapaholic (swapping cum with fellow sexy females, or swapping lovers / sex-partners)
Swing Digger (like a “gold digger”, but interested in maximum possible swapping/trading partners)
Sybarite
Symphorphile (because she “gets off” to causing disasters/cataclysms against Outlander humans who were disrespectful to Auz)
Talent Scout
Teacup (what you put your “teabag” in; she loves sucking nutsacks all the way in her mouth)
Telephonicophile (loves phone-sex)
Temptress
Tentacle Jockey
Thigh-gap
Titties
Toilet-mouth
TOLO (Tits Out, Legs Open)
T.P.
Tea-bag Volunteer
Tentacle Slut
(crash) Test (because of the experiments to confirm her invincibility)
The Temptress
Three-input Bliss-factory
舔肛 (“tiǎngāng”; anilingus)
舔陰 (“tiǎnyīn”; muff diving, lit. “licking vagina”)
Toilet-cunt
Train-ride
Training Wheels (because she loves teaching others even the basics of sex)
Trick (slang for prostitute or slut)
Tripsolagnophile (fetish for getting and giving massages, especially nuru)
Turbo Pussy
Two-way Ass
Uber-slut
Uncle Fucker (because she’ll fuck any relative, and because she loves watching South Park with Auz –while they fuck)
Urophile (because she loves being pissed on)
Utility Hole/s
V-point (because she, like all her kind, is usually the person in any love-triangle who has sex with both/all, while her partners don’t always have sex with each other)
Vertical Smile
Vincilagnophile (fetish for being bound / tied up)
Volunteer
Voluptuary (devoted to the pursuit of carnal pleasure)
Voyeur Vixen
Vriller (thriller via Vril)
Warden
Wet Dream (because she is an always-ready-for-sex dream-girl, and the cause of wet-dreams for those who have such things)
Wet Spell (opposite of a dry spell)
Wide (open legs)
Whore-fleet Mistress
Xenophile-ophile (because of her fetish for fellow sexy females who love being fucked by alien creatures)
小三 (“xiǎo sān”; lit. “little three”, meaning a mistress, since she is supposed to be the third person in a relationship)
小太太 (“xiǎo tàitai”; lit. “little wife”)
小妹妹 (“xiǎomèimei”; pussy, lit. “little younger sister”)
顏面騎乘 (“yánmiàn qíchéng”; face-sitting)
Yes-girl
Yes-woman
陰道 (“yīndào”; vagina)
陰戶口交 (“yīnhù kǒujiāo”; cunnilingus)
Zero Inhibitions
Zero-ith of Her Kind
指交 (“zhǐjiāo”; fingering)
Zoophilia

Sasha

Almost Virgin
Band-Aid
Book Parrot
Butcher
Dealer
Flight Pussy
Former Pharma’
钢铁般的意志 (“gāngtiě bān de yìzhì”; nerves/will of steel -a joke referencing his nervousness about some flying/maneuvers)
Handlebars (sex pun/joke actually referencing his preference to grip something attached to the air/spacecraft he is in)
Insurance
Licensed Practitioner
Medical
Mortician
内幕交易员 (“nèimù jiāoyì yuán”; insider trader -in Sasha’s context, suggesting he sells stolen organs)
Nerves (nervousness during some aerial maneuvers)
O.R. Host
汽车座椅 (“qìchē zuò yǐ”; car seat -a joke about how he needs a bucket-seat and safety-harness to handle flying/maneuvers)
切割 (“qiēgē”; to cut / cutter -a suicide or murderer/slasher joke)
Scalpel Jockey
Second Chance (for others)
沙人 (“shā rén”; sandman -a reference to how he sometimes induces sleep in patients -and a joke implying he euthanizes some)
(operating) Table Troll
晕机 (“yùnjī”; air-sickness)

Zhanna

Almost Infantry
Almost Nigger
Asses-first (a play on “Feet first into Hell”)
Baby Killer
Battle Bunny
变焦 (“biànjiāo”; zoom / zoomie / zoomer)
Blood-bath
波 (“bō”; lit. “wave” or “undulating”, but sometimes suggested to be derived from “ball” which has a similar pronunciation, = boobs)
Bubble Girl
Carrier Poop (ODST)
Cinnamon Bitch
Combat Quickies
Combat Whore
Commando Bitch
Copycat (clone of Rain)
Crash Landing
D-day
Death Deuce
Deep Impact (an old movie title)
Descent
Discharge (from a carrier; ODST drop-pod release)
Do-over (clone)
Drop-vagina
Extra (clone)
Geneva Fail
Genocide in a Can
Going Down
棺材飞行员 (“guāncai fēixíngyuán”; coffin pilot)
Half Nigger
Lapdog
Last Resort
Lips
Kamikaze v2.0
(ammo.) Load Licker
饅頭 (“mántóu”; lit. “steamed bun” -also refers to a woman’s breasts)
Medium Nigger
Meteor Shower
咪咪 (“mīmī”; lit. cat’s purring “meow meow”) is a euphemism for breast/s)
Mobile Glory-hole
Mulatto
Murder Bot
Murder Bunny
Murder Junkie
奶奶 (“nāināi”; boobies)
Octoroon
Overkill
Pod Bunny
Pod Junkie
Quadroon
Repeat (clone)
摔倒 (“shuāi dǎo”; fall (down))
Space Cadet
Suicide
Sweet Release (of/from a drop-pod)
Trigger-happy
Troop Welfare
Wipeout
W.M. (Woman Marine and/or Walking Mattress)
陰道 (“yīndào”; vagina)
婴儿杀手 (“yīng’ér shāshǒu”; baby killer)
找死 (“zhǎo sǐ”; lit. “look [for] death” (i.e. “looking to die”), roughly equivalent to the English phrase “asking for trouble”)
指交 (“zhǐjiāo”; fingering)
裝屄 (“zhuāngbī”; poser, lit. “pretending to be the cunt”)

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2023 Update 4: Population

50 billion humans living out here (throughout 34 Tauri), and counting, with numerous worlds still full of space/room/land and resources…

Back on Earth in its modern era, some 50 million were official (known/documented as) slaves, roughly half of them sex slaves (though some conservative/wishful estimates were lower).
It is unknown how many of them loved that life, but at least thousands did, possibly many more; most humans have it in their natures to be betas/submissive (whether to governments, religion, royals, whatever).
Many also secretly longed for such a life (and afraid to admit it, as many in their communities had been brainwashed against it), but were never captured into it (and had no idea where to go or whom they could trust with such a life-altering/changing fantasy).
Billions were economic slaves a.k.a. debt slaves.
25 million of 8 billion is only .3125 of 1%.

.003125 x 50 billion = 156,250,000 slaves; if the same percentage are enslaved in 34 Tauri, it would be close to hundreds of millions.
(Now imagine that number evenly dispersed and sampled over the decades of TNH-based missions; ~200,000,000 willingly-submissive girls/women across 2510-2540 A.D.; 200M/10,950 days; ~18,265 of those sex-objects available daily, thus ~2,283/hour of an 8-hour shift.)

Because of how many are enslaved and seeking slavery, sometimes I (Auz) just request to schedule sampling and shopping meetings with slavers who are my business partners and friends out there, test-fuck (like test-drive, but of females, not cars) as many of their sexy females as I can, have them fuck others while I observe and critique, and then buy the ones I like, no differently than a schoolgirl goes to a shopping mall to pick up some bags of new clothes.

I also have Nyria mind-surf entire worlds (imagine remote-viewing and technologically-enhanced telepathy able to detect thoughts and memories as easily as RADAR detects aircraft or SONAR detects submarines), and scour entire Internets, finding which females long to be enslaved/owned/dominated, we then giving them a call or walk-by to make the offer of their wildest dreams. Sometimes we have groups of them lining up before we even land.

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2023 Update 5: Spacesuits

Every crew room has an astronaut suit in its closet. Cargo-section rooms do not have closets, but still have as many astronaut suits in wall lockers as they do bunkbeds; always four. That totals 176 suits, 8 of which are tailored/sized (to each crew member), the other 168 generally-sized to the fit ~5’3″ girls I (Auz) pick up. Additional suits are stored in lockers near every airlock, as well as in both shuttles. All suits are trackable by Persephone; our ship can locate any of them –even at great distances. All of these suits are designed to prevent farting etc. from building up unwanted odors/particles.

These suits are not the basic NASA-style white-base ones commoners/astronauts get/use, but are matte-black, made for sneaky work. Even their visor exteriors are coated so as not to reflect any light/shine. They are extremely difficult to notice/spot, especially during derelict/salvage operations in Space.

In an emergency, they have a built-in beacon which will blink/pulse in multiple ways (visual, only-IR if set/selected, radio, auditory/sonic, etc.) to help the person be located.

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2023 Update 6: Individual Missions

These are the main individual missions, not just types of missions, which this Spacecraft went/goes on. Times are by Earth-year and ~month. Each month is divided into the standard 4 weeks, and the days which Persephone deployed from TNH for the following missions were always Auz’s Inisfreean week-/workdays. All details for this section are now on this sub-page.

Crypto is filled/changed every 24 hours, so every time Persephone returns, basically, plus twice over the weekend just in case it goes out again; it has new “fill” for (before) every mission.

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2023 Update 7: Always Stocked

General:

~1,500 kg; 3,306.934 lbs. of breathable air (mostly-pure oxygen); enough for up to 500 human-sized passengers (including the crew of 5-8 people)
1 pillow for every bunkbed
100 chain-gang chains (to link the loops on the slave-girl collars) –plus shorter chains (for individuals, such as to secure them to/near their assigned bunkbeds)
500 leashes
500 panties with 2 built-in dildos per (to maintain double-penetration while acquired girls wear them, thus greatly improving their mood)
500 slave-girl collars
aloe Vera sunburn ointment
brooms and dustpans
bug-out bags and camping backpacks/rucks (with water filters, sleeping bags, mosquito-netting helmet-hangers, etc.)
cell phones, backup (numbers/contacts already copied in, as desired, from each crew member who has such a device)
cell phones, burner
cleaning agents/liquids/supplies
cleaning/surgical gloves
cleaning tools
clothing, personal*
cooking containers (pans, pots, etc.) and tools (blenders, food thermometers, spatulas, tongs, whisks, etc.), oven mittens, paper towels, and storage containers (Tupperware), for the kitchen
cooking utensils/tools
cum for up to 500 captured girls to drink daily before any water or food; 66/+ gallons/jugs
cups/glasses
cutlery, dishes, drinking glasses, hot-pads, napkins (cloth and paper), and placemats for the dining room/table
dining utensils; cutlery
dishware/plates
drying rags (not full towels or even normal washcloths) for up to 500 acquired girls
electric shavers
emergency civilization/village re/starter kit; 3D-printer for farm vehicles and tools, desalination/filtration devices, seed packets, etc.
food/rations/MREs for up to 500 passengers x 3 meals/day x 2 weeks (14 days); 10,500 MREs’ worth*
fuel in case we want to pretend we are using normal engines
goads (tazers which are designed to only be able to shock intended captured females)
hairbands (b/c I love fucking girls who have the pigtails hairstyle; perfect handlebars)
Kleenex
linens (bedsheets, pillow cases, etc.) for every bunkbed
medical supplies + tools/devices*
mops (with spare mop heads) and mop buckets
paper towels
personal defensive implements; man-portable weapons; “small arms”
reactor fuel (though, again, we fly based on no-fuel repulsines)
scrub pads and sponges (new; some for the kitchen, and some for other areas)
sensory-deprivation items (blindfolds, hoods, strait-jackets, etc.)
sex toys as training aids (a-spot vibrators, anal beads, ball-gags, butt-plugs, cocktail glasses (plastic), dental cheek retractors / mouth openers, dildos (including strap-ons, squirting, animal-cock shaped, monster-cock shaped, tentacle-shaped), funnels, lubricant (water-based, specifically for sex), massage wands, riding crops, speculums, splorches, strait-jackets, Sybians, turkey basters, etc.)
tiedown chains and tow-straps for cargo such as personal/small vehicles
toilet paper only for the 8 crew berths/quarters
toothbrushes (Sonicare), toothpaste, dental floss (thin; for normal teeth spaced close together), nonalcoholic mouthwash, shampoo and conditioner, and combs sufficient for 500 girls
towels and washcloths for the 8 crew berths/rooms
trash bags: heavy duty, contractor, 95gal, 3mil, black, in boxes of 15 — bags x 500 = 34 of those 15-bag boxes/cartons
vacuums and shop-vacs
water; enough for 50 showers, 50 toilets, and for nearly 500 passengers’ worth of meal-drinks
water-filtration pouches/devices
waterproof dry-bags (roll-top with clips)
Wet Wipes (and any needed feminine hygiene items)
whips and bits (tough wooden 550-cord-wrapped pegs for girls to hold in their mouths during whipping)

*Since the recommended max cap is 8 crew + 168 passengers; 176, and since 1 fridge is typically filled by a family of 4, 44 fridges might be needed. There are already 2 double-sided/sized fridges, plus 2 full kitchens of cabinet/pantry-space for items not needing to be kept cold, and there are rarely more than 25 passengers, and they rarely need to be fed for more than 1 or 2 days.

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*Infirmary:

activated charcoal
acupressure beads
acupuncture needles
antibacterial spray
bag-valve mask
bedpans
blood-pressure armband
cannulas; IV needles
cast material (fiberglass etc.)
cast saws
catheters
clamps
Controlled Ankle Motion (CAM) boots
crutches
curettes
defibrillator
first-aid kit
flashlights
forceps
gauze
gloves (medical)
IV bags & tubes
medications (analgesics (pain-relievers), anesthesia, antibiotics, anticoagulants, antiemetics, anti-inflammatory, anti-venom, antihistamines, benzodiazepines, emollient laxatives, paralytics, etc.)
needle holders
retractors
scalpels
scissors
speculums
splints
sterile tape
stethoscopes
suction unit
surgical masks (only for preventing saliva or whiskers from falling into an open wound)
sutures; sterile surgical threads
syrettes
syringes
thermometer (fingertip clip)
thermometer (regular)
tourniquets
trauma sheers
tricorder (medical; scans, recording, and analysis)
ventilator

2 healing pits/tubs are similar to hot springs, just at the bacta-tank (Star Wars) level; perfect for blisters (from long hikes), fatigue, sunburn, etc.
2 hospital beds have 5-point harnesses plus soft cuffs/manacles for wrists and ankles; to help prevent unconscious patients from falling or flailing during no-repulsines maneuvers –and these beds have adjustable firmness, angle, temperature, etc.
6 stasis tubes are capable of auto-healing anything, even old amputations; they are Inisfreean tech’ beyond even the regeneration pods of the SSPs
diagnosing/operating table auto shows holographic insides and projector-style overlay, and has pulldown see-through flexible curtains to prevent spray of blood/vomit/whatever

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Dental:
*We do not need/use X-rays.

apex locator
burr
curette
Dappen Dishes
dental composite
dental drill
dental floss
dental forceps
excavator
extracting forceps
intra-oral cameras
mouth mirror
needle holder
periodontal probe
periodontal scaler
periosteal elevators
probes
retractor
sickle
spoon excavator
suture scissors
syringe
tongue scraper
Waterpik

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Maintenance:
old-fashioned tools and spare parts in case auto-repair / self-healing ever occurred;

13″ planner (reference),
3D-printers,
air compressors,
anvils,
band saw,
battery rechargers,
bilge pumps,
blow-torches,
bolts & nuts & washers,
boots (steel-toe),
caulk and caulk-guns,
chisels,
clamps,
Computer Numerical Control (CNC) router,
combination sander (table)
compactor (remote-controlled),
dovetail jigs,
drill-press,
drills,
drywall cutter (powered),
dual bevel,
electrical wires,
fabricators,
files (larger than nail-files),
gloves (electrician; electricity-resistant),
gloves (worker/construction; cut-resistant),
goggles (ballistic),
GVCS with 5 centuries better blueprints; hover-trucks, phasers, tricorders, astronaut suit parts, communicators, etc.
hammers,
hardhats,
hull-patching goo,
ice picks,
industrial mixers,
jack (floor),
jack (ratcheting; pyramidal),
jackhammers,
jointer (shop class)
kilns,
laser-based cleaners,
lathe,
level-gauge
mallets,
milling machine,
multi-tools (Gerber, etc.),
nail-guns and nail-gun strips,
nails,
oscillating-spindle sander
pencils,
pipe-bending appliance,
pipe-cutters,
pipe-‘snakes’,
pipe-straightening appliance,
pliers,
plunge routers,
plungers,
powered circular-/hand-saw,
pry-bars and crowbars,
razors and straight-edge holders,
router tables,
safety tethers,
sanders (hand, powered),
screwdrivers,
screws,
shop tables,
Shop-Vacs,
slow-speed grinder
soil analyzer,
‘snake’-cams,
staple-guns (for shingles) and staple-gun stacks,
straight-edges,
table saw,
tape types: duct, electrical, and thread-seal (PTFE) tape (a.k.a. plumbers tape)
tenoning jig,
theodolites (surveyor tool),
toolbelts,
trace-gas analyzers (olfactory sensors),
vise-grips,
voltmeters,
water analyzer,
welders,
welding masks,
wire strippers,
wrenches

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Money:
“…standard paper notes issued by the Alliance. The notes are printed on special paper by fancy printing systems to discourage counterfeiters. Tracers on each bill allow the money to be tracked as it moves about. Paper bills and credit transfer are the only legal tender on Core planets, and those with gold or platinum coins must go to a licensed money changer. Purchasing goods with ‘hard coin’ is illegal and untraceable, which is why it’s preferred by black-market merchants everywhere.”
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Just like every unit leader (company commander (Marine Captain) or battalion commander (Marine Lieutenant Colonel)) of a deployed military force, I keep a lot of money handy; for purchases, intel’, and bribes, specifically in 4 local common types;

UAP bills,
credits (each worth ~$25 in UAP $1-bills for some reason),
gold coins (each worth ~$2,000.00), and
platinum coins (each worth ~$1,000.00),

plus 2 high-roller / banker types (far less common, but still accepted by those who know how to convert them);

gold bars (each 27.4-lb bar worth $750,000.00)
and platinum bars (each worth ~$325,000.00).

The credits (1B; worth $25B in $1-bills), I keep in a UAP bank account only I and Nyria can access.
The rest, I keep in Persephone, thus never needing to stop at any bank to request a withdrawal.

10 palettes of UAP $100-bill equivalents; ~$1,000,000,000.00 worth, in UAP currency, for this era/economy (1 palette being $100M of $100-bills, $1M in $100-bills being ~10 phone-sized stacks, thus fitting in a purse or satchel, and $10K being 1 phone-sized stack)
a couple palettes of chests/containers of gold bars (~$2B together; ~2,666 bars)
a couple palettes of chests/containers of platinum bars (~$1B together; ~2,666 bars)
1 palette of chests/containers of gold coins (12 chests stacked, 6 per level, ~1M coins in each; ~$2,000,000,000 x 6 chests = $12B)
1 palette of chests/containers of platinum coins (12 chests stacked, 6 per level, ~1M coins in each; ~$1,000,000,000 x 6 chests = $6B)
total worth: ~$22B on hand, + $25B worth of UAP credits in my account
All those ~20 palettes kept wrapped in waterproof shrink-wrap, tarped (opaque), and anchored to the deck in the 2 cargo-bay floor-alleys behind the lowest rows of passenger rooms, thus out of sight of most people.
Additional containers (briefcases, Pelican cases, etc.) of all those types of local currency are also kept aboard, typically in lockers in restricted rooms, such as crew berths, every crew member encouraged to keep spare cash for themselves, plus multiple real and fake passports, if desired, reminding them they are free to come and go as they please –though their loyalty and timeliness will of course always be rewarded.

Again, my work in 34 Tauri is about interacting, building relationships, and harvesting hotties, not mind-overriding unless absolutely necessary, thus the local currency.
Sound like a lot? Back in the 2000s on ETW, numerous executives and royals were multibillionaires, and this amount I travel with is after 500 years of my own businesses’ successes.
Why that much ($47B)? Buying black-market items such as custom drugs, people, illegal weapons, compartmentalized intel’ from spies, small islands and micro-nations, and so on, isn’t cheap.
$47B/20yrs = 2.35B/yr; $6,438,356.164/d, and per day we were acquiring multiple girls, “lifted” vehicles, etc., each girl often sellable for ~$10,000.00, some purchased for a degree of magnitude more than that avg. resale value, and most vehicles of the luxury and custom tiers, thus worth hundreds of thousands a piece.
$6,438,356.164/d is not a lot when you consider that we sometimes buy a house, or help start or save a farm, for at least one good person per planet-side ‘run’.
$1,000.00 to $10,000.00 per Companion, × dozens of Companions per mission = up to hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Same with the acquisitions; trafficked girls.
$47B isn’t enough to destabilize an/the economy out here; it is enough to give ~everyone here ~$1.00, or every world $210,762,331.80; ~$10.5M/yr.
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When I use Persephone in other realms, I’ll leave the UAP currency in the valuables vaults around the Batcave II‘s map-room exterior, and instead carry palettes of the currency people use where I am going.
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Reference: That website notes how UAP credits were more valued in one episode’s location than platinum coins, but does not explain that this can be due to the added required step of converting coins to traceable currency in 34 Tauri.
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Also
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And

“Why fly around with billions of dollars, a nuclear missile, and kidnapped hotties? Because anything less is just uncivilized.” –Auz

Money on Earth in 2023:

~21T total of easily-tracked U.S. dollars (USD)
~37T total of easily-tracked money (sum converted to USD)
~85T in total (all money, including that which was not easily tracked)

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Now multiply that by 40 Core worlds (since there are 223 worlds in 34 Tauri, but non-Core worlds have far less money, so we only count Core worlds in this simplified estimate, and count them the same even though they are not); 85T×40=3,400T ($3,400,000,000,000,000.00).
Perhaps a better estimate could be made based on the population of each 34 Tauri world.
3,400,000B÷47B= ~72,340.42553x more $ in the 34 Tauri economy than I have access to out here (22B in Persephone, and 25B in credits; online). In other words, even if I gave all of it away, it would still only account for 0.001382352 of 1% of the 34 Tauri economy.
On ETW in 2022, there were 3,194 known billionaires, and 6 known trillionaires, amidst a population of 7.888B.
Scaled up for the 50B-population out here, we might expect 20,246 billionaires and 38 trillionaires; a lone billionaire on a single stealthy ship will go unnoticed.

Or we can estimate the economy as proportional to the population increase;
85T on Earth during 7.888B
so 50B might mean 538.7931034T; 11,463.68305x more than my 47B
not factoring in much greater mastery and automation and mass production (500 years more advanced, along the exponential technological-development curve) than anything seen on Earth

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Wardrobes:

My Wardrobe: beanies, boots hiking, boots river, boots winter, camouflage/hunting (helmet mosquito tent, jackets, masks, pants), coat winter, dress shirts, dry-suit, gloves winter, hat shade, headband sweat, hoody UACMC, hoody USMC, jacket waterproof, muscle shirts, pants cargo, pants waterproof, sandals, sarong, shirts casual, shirts river, shorts casual, ski outfit (boots, goggles, helmet, pants, top), socks, suit, sunglasses, swimming trunks, trench-coat, undershirts, underwear, wetsuit
Bailey same gear as me, minus the hoodies and suit, plus bikinis and silken robes
Brahan same gear as me, minus the hoodies, plus uniforms* (of all the 34 Tauri worlds)
Cyd same gear as me, minus the hoodies and suit, plus bikinis and sundresses
Nyria apron, belt coin (kajira), bikinis, boots fuck-me, cheekies (with Kno captions), dresses ballroom, fishnet bottoms, fishnet onesie, fishnet top, gloves evening, gloves fingerless, hoody thumbholes, lingerie, pants back-zipper, shirts diaphanous,
shirt underboob, shorts cutoffs, silken robes (kimonos, etc.), skirts micro, sleeves, strap-ons, thongs, uniforms* (of all the 34 Tauri worlds), yoga pants diaphanous
Sasha same gear as me, minus the hoodies, plus scrubs
Zhanna same gear as me, minus the hoodies and suit, plus bikini and sweat-top ODST

Uniforms: Brahan and Nyria have in their sizes:

Air Force,
Army,
Coast Guard,
EMT/ambulance,
federal agent,
firefighter,
HAZMAT/CDC,
high-visibility (construction),
highway patrol,
janitor,
Marine Corps,
mechanic,
M.I.B.,
Navy,
police,
sheriff,
Space Force,
sports fan (face-paint, glove large hand pointing, jersey, etc.),
state trooper,
SWAT

For each military branch listed in those bullet-notes, Brahan and Nyria have their:

Dress Alphas (formal with medals),
Dress Bravos (formal with award-ribbons; less-formal medal-equivalents),
Dress Charlies (formal long-sleeve without coat/jacket),
Dress Deltas (formal short-sleeve),
fatigues (camouflage/field-uniform/s),
Service Alphas (less-formal; not for most parades or recruiting, but general inspections and on-base staff work),
Service Bravos (less-formal long-sleeve without coat/jacket),
and Service Charlies (less-formal short-sleeve),

all of those in both enlisted and officer form.

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2023 Update 8: Compactors and Kitchens

Trash compactors are built into some room walls in the kitchen and cargo bay, and they have an airlock-style top; you place trash in the receiver, close it, confirm you want it compacted, then it is dropped/moved down through an inner hatch into the actual compaction chamber, ensuring no bodyparts can accidentally get in.

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Ship Kitchen(s):

Appliances in Both

air-fryers
baking/cookie sheets/trays
bread makers
cabinets and drawers, all sealable, many with climate-control
crockpots / pressure-cookers
dishwashers
grills
microwaves
mixers of different sizes; small for drinks, large for dough, etc.
muffin tins/trays
ovens with stovetops and range-hoods (for constant venting / airflow direction-controlling)
popcorn server (movie theater-style)
refrigerators with freezers
rice cookers
sinks with disposals
Slurpee/Icee machine
snow-cone maker
tea makers
toasters
watermelon slicers (single wheel-like tool to slide down the long-axis of each melon, simultaneously cutting all pieces)

Features/Notes

all cookware and drinking-glasses have latch-able/lockable lids like Tupperware
bottle openers
can openers
cooking usually only done when planet-side; in guaranteed gravity
disposals have sensors causing auto shutoff if body-part gets near
electromagnetic boots available
fridges have straps in them and little compartments to prevent food containers floating if no gravity
microwaves have latches on the rotating disc food containers sit on, keeping them in place
oven racks have latches to keep trays and such held in place
silverware/cutlery has tracking devices and can be magnetically / tractor-beam recalled in the event of a jostle or gravity failure –and it isn’t silver; it is electrumware and washable reusable fancy chopsticks (enough for dozens of guests)
sink faucets only work when they detect gravity is on
stoves have little metallic arms to keep pots and kettles on burners if no gravity
table-posts (up to the ceiling) are secure enough to double as stripper-poles
vents (range-hood style) over every cooking surface; above the stovetops, grill, etc.

Every meal aboard this ship of mine, for me anyway, was different; Nyria always knew how to use local ingredients and put delicious spin after spin on all my favorites she and her sisters had mastered back in Inisfree centuries earlier. That’s 4,000 mission-days x 3 to 5 light-meals per; 12,000 to 20,000 small meals I hadn’t had from any restaurant or gathering, she always knowing just what I would be in the mood for and love. Amen.

4,000 days x 5 meals = 20K meals during the days I am there.
I usually already had breakfast w my Ambi fam, and always have supper w them, so that leaves 3meals/d for me; 12,000.

I always have Nyria cook/make the vegan versions of the local cuisine of the world TNH is in orbit around that day, but never too similar to what we sampled from that world’s restaurants.
(No deja vu / repeat here!; I was just doing zingers/one-liners for the crew in 2019, not realizing/spell-crafting all the final amazing and wonderful details of this ship.)

Since Nyria and every ICV auto’ sense every ingredient and intention, it is impossible to poison the food or drinks they are in range of.

Some things we love making in this kitchen:

The Cheesecake Factory’s sweet-corn tamale-cakes (veganized, of course),
and their dark-brown baguette bread,
soup (such as veganized Panera’s broccoli-cheddar) in bread bowls,
Amy’s enchiladas, but by the tray (mmm, that olive sauce!),
country classics such as: breakfast sampler (bacon, biscuits, eggs, grits, hashbrown, pancakes, sausage) from (inspired by) The Cracker Barrel,
brisket, sometimes on sliders,
catfish tenders with tartar sauce,
chicken-fried steak,
chili,
cornbread,
gingerbread houses; detailed desserts,
holiday roast
inari,
latkes,
loaded baked potatoes,
mac’ tray,
naan,
pesto pasta,
potpies,
salmon-like croquettes,
stews,
strudel (apple, etc.)
Super Greens soup (hot), w/ jasmine rice, and vegan sausage halved long-wise,
sushi (vushi),
“tacos” (tostadas): veganized Taco Diner chicken on black-beans-spread flat-disc “tacos”, with their signature brown (mole?) dip and green (tomatillo?) dip (now topped with tofu marinated/seasoned how the chicken was),
Tacotarian’s best and biggest tacos,
taquitos,
The Modern Vegan’s chicken & waffles, + other faves,
vegan “pigs in the blanket” –by the bucket (like a large popcorn container at a movie theater, but filled with these),
VeggiEAT’s beef pho,
Veggy Street sandwich faves,
waffle-‘dogs’,
Yohama Noodles’ Creamy Vegan soup; green noodles, miso-like broth,
most things I enjoy having made in my home in Inisfree,
New fave discovered/”unlocked”! Tomato soup poured onto Mongolian BBQ bowl!
etc.; favorites from the past and present of Earth and other worlds.

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2023 Update 9: Usage Times and Percentages

Since I (Auz) am only at/using Persephone ~8hrs/d x 5d/wk, 40 hrs/wk is ~23.8% of the time. Does Persephone stay parked in its TNH hangar the other 76.2%?
Let’s say it takes ~an hour to unload all girls/shipments into TNH,
and an hour to have it loaded; fuel, food, water, collars, leashes, 66/+ gal. cum, etc.,
thus its 40 hrs of being operational each week… still only becomes 50.
Overnight (8hrs/night; 10pm-6am, thus 1/3 of its time), Persephone is used as a “do not disturb” isolated bunkhouse for my crew.
1/3 time for sleep + 1/4 for missions… leaves (4/12 + 3/12) 5/12 of its time each week. 5/12 of 168 hrs = 70 hrs/wk, and those 70 can be filled up as secret-meetings and brothel time/use.

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2023 Update 10: Locker Assignments

There are 96 lockers in the Creativerse computer-model of this ship.

(recapping some of the bullet-notes higher up on this webpage)
Cargo-bay In-floor Storage-containers: 42 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Cargo-bay Wall-lockers: 32 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Lower-lounge Wall-lockers: 18 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Water-room Stairwell Wall-lockers: 4 (room for 1 human-sized girl in each)
Total storage-containers a girl can be stored in: 42
Total wall-lockers a girl can be stored in: 54
Lockers in each room/section of the ship are predominantly for storing devices/gear/items/supplies related to that room/section; avionics tools in the lockers in the avionics room,
cargo straps and related items (slave leashes, etc.) in the lockers in the cargo-bay,
cooking and serving items (pots, dishes, etc.) in the lockers in the galley/kitchens,
ejection-pods tools in the lockers in the ejection-pods rooms,
hangar-related items in the lockers in the ramp-hangar,
life-support tools in the lockers in the life-support crawl-space/s,
maintenance tools in the maintenance-module lockers,
personal effect and toiletries in the lockers in berths/rooms,
shuttles items in the lockers in the 2 shuttles,
etc.
Some are just for storing Auz and Nyria’s musical instruments; drum set, electric guitar, keyboard, microphone, etc. (the ship’s intercom functioning as their amps); those are, of course, stored in some of the lockers in their personal rooms.

Color-coded outsides:

Red for flammables

ammunition for small-arms
blasting caps (for explosives not remote-/electrically-detonated)
explosive charges/satchels (for breaching, demolitions, etc.)
fire-starting kit/devices; flint-lighter/striker, Bic lighters, matchbooks, etc.
flammable cargo
fuel in case we want to pretend we are using normal engines (not in lockers, but in still-red containers; in the fuel-room tanks)

Orange for gear and tools –typically near and in airlocks

astronaut suits
cleaning tools
emergency civilization/village re/starter kit; 3D-printer for farm vehicles and tools, desalination/filtration devices, seed packets, etc.
firefighting (silvery; military-grade) suits
goads (tazers which are designed to only be able to shock intended captured females)
lanyard pouches for cell phones
medical supplies + tools/devices
power tools (such as for breaching or salvage in derelicts, condemned/damaged planet-side buildings, etc.)
SCUBA gear/suits (fins, tanks, etc.)
vacuums and shop-vacs
water-filtration pouches/devices
waterproof dry-bags (roll-top with clips)
whips and bits (tough wooden 550-cord-wrapped pegs for girls to hold in their mouths during whipping)

Yellow for soiled items; used cleanup rags, etc., and for non-recyclable trash

HAZMAT
rubbish
things to be laundered; needing thorough cleaning

Green (light/lime) for food, ingredients (not kept in the cabinets or refrigerators), cum jugs –near and in the kitchens

cum for up to 500 captured girls to drink daily before any water or food; 66/+ gallons/jugs
food/rations/MREs for up to 500 passengers x 3 meals/day x 2 weeks (14 days); 10,500 MREs’ worth
ingredients (almost always dry, such as bags of uncooked beans, baking soda, flour, jarred herbs/spices, etc.)

Blue for water / liquid, filters, etc.

blood packets or samples
cleaning agents/liquids/supplies
nonalcoholic mouthwash
shampoo and conditioner, and combs sufficient for 500 girls
water jugs, filled canteens/CamelBaks, etc.
water samples

Purple for expensive/luxury items (kept in soft anti-scratch anti-static cloths, padded sub-containers, etc.)

antiques
artefacts; pottery, sculptures, etc.
circuitry and other sensitive computer parts
fine/thin fabrics
gemstones
high-end wristwatches
jewelry (cargo)
organs (from organ donors, etc.) –in their own coolers / cooling-containers
prototypes
works of art; rolled or small-framed paintings, etc.

Pink for captured girls (i.e. Girl Boxes)

kajirae candidates either being punished (“in time-out”) or just stowed there as “overflow” (when the bunks are occupied)

Gray for general, safe

1 pillow for every bunkbed
100 chain-gang chains (to link the loops on the slave-girl collars) –and smaller chains (for individuals)
500 leashes
500 slave-girl collars
aloe Vera sunburn ointment
brooms and dustpans
bug-out bags and camping backpacks/rucks (with water filters, sleeping bags, mosquito-netting helmet-hangers, etc.)
chains
cleaning/surgical gloves
cooking containers (pans, pots, etc.) and tools (blenders, food thermometers, spatulas, whisks, etc.), oven mittens, paper towels, and storage containers (Tupperware), for the kitchen
cooking utensils/tools
cups/glasses
cutlery, dishes, drinking glasses, hot-pads, napkins (cloth and paper), and placemats for the dining room/table
dining utensils; cutlery
dishware/plates
drying rags (not full towels or even normal washcloths) for up to 500 acquired girls
laundry baskets, spare, collapsed or stacked
linens (bedsheets, pillow cases, etc.) for every bunkbed
mops (with spare mop heads) and mop buckets
scrub pads and sponges (new; some for the kitchen, and some for other areas)
sensory deprivation (hoods, straight-jackets, etc.)
tiedowns
toilet paper only for the 8 crew berths/quarters
toothbrushes (Sonicare), toothpaste, dental floss (thin; for normal teeth spaced close together)
tow-straps
towels and washcloths for the 8 crew berths/rooms

Black for personal weapons

personal defensive implements; man-portable weapons; “small arms” (brass knuckles, guns (without ammo.), knives, swords, throwing stars, etc.)

Every locker has a digital placard/label identifying its specific contents.

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2023 Update 11: Atmosphere-control Room

This is the room above the airlock-ramp room. It includes many of the:

charcoal scrubbers to remove fart methane and sweat ammonia
electrolysis machines to turn water into air
humidifiers and dehumidifiers
enough oxygen for up to 500 human-sized passengers exerting themselves (exercising, loading/unloading, or sexually); ~1,500 kg; 3,306.934 lbs.
(on average: 2.5 kg O2 (breathable oxygen) is needed/recommended/used per astronaut per day in the Space station (~2000s, A.D. of ETW), so we keep 3 kg; 6.61387 lbs. per person in Persephone)
no pure O2 (because pure oxygen burns/ignites too easily)

The temp’ in all public and restricted rooms is ~60°F.
Auz’s room is ~45°F, which he prefers.
Crew members have their own thermostats.
Cargo-bay rooms are controlled from the cockpit with a 2nd control terminal in the atmo’ room, and are kept at whatever feels best to each passenger, helping them sleep easily.

The room in the ship-neck for reverse-thrusters and main-guns cycles its own air, preventing gunfire smells from going anywhere else in the ship.

Fuel-room air is cycled on its own, too. There are two climb-shafts that allow that air up to the jump-drive, but even that room cycles its own air.

Medical room air is cycled on its own to prevent odors from sterilization agents, surgeries, etc..

HVAC systems are in place in every room to ensure none’s temperature can go below 33°F or above 75°F, and that their humidity is never high enough to allow mildew/mold to form.

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2023 Update 12: Games Played Aboard

Food Toss (trying to arc bites/morsels over the galley table into each other’s mouths)
Girl Catch
Hide and Seek (Girl Catch-style/modified)
Ping-pong, and each time someone misses a serve/hit… they have to perform a sex-act the other player thinks up (so long as I approve)
Pull-up Contests
Pull-ups Modified (such as by having petite girls hold onto us, piggyback-style)
Push-up Contests
Slap-fights –while trying to hold a mouthful of a beverage without laughing it out
Staring Contests
The Impossible Sit-up (making captured girls do this)
Twister, but orgy style

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2023 Update 13: Reiteration

Auz had already spent centuries establishing good relations with some of the wealthiest bloodlines whose descendants made it to 34 Tauri, he purchased a normal-sized Firefly hull from 1 of those families’ businesses, then purchased much of the high-end military-grade systems that became a permanent part of it (to be 100% certain Persephone could and would be firing things that would leave traces experts in 34 Tauri would conclude were from something else), and finally had his Grid Mind tell a team of his ICVs how to grid/mesh/reinforce, unify, and perfect the thing, making it invincible.

Once it was perfected like that, it was tested in Inisfree’s 3rd R-CAX round/series.

Once that R-CAX was complete, all systems “dialed in” as intended, Persephone redocked in TNH, and TNH was portal-ed over to the edge of 34 Tauri to meet / pick up its first deployment’s human crew members, its/their 1st deployment together beginning shortly thereafter, Persephone running/flying black-ops missions everywhere it (TNH) went for those 20 Earth-years.

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Tuesday 29 August 2023 Briefing to the High Queen:

Persephone was named after the goddess queen of the underworld, wife of the god Hades. She was also the goddess of Spring growth, perhaps poetically hinting at how some decaying matter can feed and accelerate plant life. The agriculture-based religion which worshipped her promised its initiates passage into a blessed afterlife. This, Ambrosia’s husband felt, was the perfect name for his latest and final ship design, the one which would find and ferry kajirae candidates from their unsatisfying starter-existences/lifestyles on the worlds his people considered to be cosmic-sized cell-blocks in The Abyss prison humans thought was just empty Outer Space. Persephone could carry many in her cargo bay, she was bound to faithfully serve him, he who had become the modern form of a god of that underworld, and this tasking of that ship would always lead to new spiritual and social growth for those transported by it. It also, of course, reminded him of his one and only, as its hull was raven black, just like his true love’s heavenly hair.
The ship had 42 4-bed bunk-rooms arranged along the 2 sides of its cargo bay, plus hundreds of large cube-shaped lockers in its floors and walls, and could contain and fly between worlds with hundreds of tons of cargo. It had a separate section only its crew could access, including 8 individual rooms for them, 3 lounges, 2 kitchens open to a luxurious dining room, 2 shuttles, and a cockpit for three with clever controls for its many deceptive weapons and mind-changing devices. While all his ships had stasis tubes for the containment and preservation of anyone at all he decided to pick up, this one was the only ship of his which instead had actual beds for everyone, as they would be kept awake and sexually used from the very start.
For its first 20 years, Persephone would deploy from the carrier his wife had been shown the design notes for; it would fly to the surface of each world that carrier warped to in 34 Tauri, harvesting the sexiest females from their cities and towns, testing how the humans out there chosen to serve aboard it and the carrier handled joint operations of that nature. When that carrier would be handed over as a gift to the human crew members who had served aboard it the longest and most agreeably, Auz would keep only Persephone for himself, all other assets in its carrier left to the major power of 34 Tauri as a parting thanks and goodwill gesture. Persephone would continue with him forever, just like his beloved, and every weekday he worked aboard it he would either fly it back to Inisfree or portal home directly to Ambi for supper and bed, never missing one night with her.
All his military ships -including the carrier she had seen the design for the other night- were designed based entirely on logic and efficiency. All his yachts were copies of his favorite pretty-exterior yachts. Persephone was his only ship designed as a custom and work of art, inspired by a TV series introduced to him during his Marine days. Persephone would be his personal pirate ship and equivalent of a Sunday-drive vehicle, not tasked with mapping, patrolling, healing, and purging like the rest of his fleet, but only going on unique missions all its own, the girls it picked up not at risk of disintegration in a stasis tube, but from the start offered the lives of their wildest dreams.

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Since all 1,000 possible form-sakes were spotted/chosen centuries ago, we are just flying around to detect any recurrences of those forms in the Outlands, harvesting them every time, similarly to how farmers only keep the good harvest portions they can eat and sell.

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There are more-streamlined ships, and less-expensive ones, but this one reminds me of one of my favorite shows, and it looks more like an erect cock and balls than any other ship I know, plus it was super fun to design and model, so it is my “Sunday cruiser”.

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2023 Update 14: Excerpts

(written on Monday 21 August 2023)

“Father,” Nyria professionally lets me know her analyses are ready for my decisions, “I have scanned all human brains on this world. These are the images of the people whose personalities and exteriors would suit us as a crew member.”
“Thank you, Nyria.” I begin checking each out, deciding on Brahan, Cyd, and Sasha, world by world, as we go through this S.O.P. of ours.
“You are always most welcome, daddy,” she purrs.
“Persephone,” I addressed our ship from the cockpit.
“Yes, Captain,” it responded promptly.
“Show me 3D translucent Google Maps with all secret areas, and compare to all thoughts and memories in the area, plus the banking information of everyone there; let’s find the personal vaults and all the other goodies.”
“Yes, Captain.” My center screen began displaying that, zooming in as we approached it.
“Now add all current and intended fields of view of those people; let’s find their collective blind spot and park there.”
“Yes, Captain.” The ship display it.
Cyd flew us over there, already cloaked.
“Nyria,” I addressed my first-born (Inisfreean; ICV).
“Yes, daddy,” she dutifully responded, now paying full attention to whatever I was about to command her to do.
“While we are walking through town, put in my mind’s eyes everyone’s fantasies, fetishes, and inhibition keys.”
“Yes, daddy,” she acknowledge my command, already starting to compile that information for later/soon labeling in my mind’s eye anytime I looked at anyone out there on the ground near/with us.
“Persephone.”
“Yes, Captain,” the ship responded in the kind of sexy female voice I prefer.
“Start transferring the money of the people I would hate to my account, and make this hack look like whomever I would hate most did it.”
“Yes, Captain… Done.”
“Persephone,” I said.
“Yes, captain,” it said to me.
“Plot a course to all the people on this world who I would hate and who we have time to fuck with today.”
“Yes captain. Done,” it let me know.
“Now list what each of them loves most; we will be taking those things today, if they are tangible.”
“Yes, captain. Done,” it was always instant at obeying me and doing perfectly whatever I told it to, amen; so be it.
Cyd no longer even wondered why we sometimes targeted and killed or kidnapped and raped those we did; her thinking had steadily become only, ‘How can I best fly Captain Auz’s ship to facilitate that targeting and those killings and kidnappings?’ She was a good pilot; she didn’t try to be a philosopher or priest or anything other than what we’d hired her for.
Nyria began giving Cyd full-body massages when they had time, and Cyd loved how perfect they always felt.
We all started presenting Brahan with little gifts of his wish-list guns, ammo, and related gear, one of us always having something giftwrapped for him to celebrate returning to base (TNH) after every mission.
Brahan got so professionally emotionless at his job that I knew I could even tell him to snipe children and he would do it.
Nyria, on my command, started repaying Augustine for the great hull and ship-weapons deals he had made possible for us back in 2507. She, being who and what she was, also always offered to suck his dick or ride it while beginning the credits transfers. “The repayment is the bare minimum,” she had once purred to him; “I’d like to always be more generous and grateful than that to you, if you’ll let me.”
Some of the TNH human crew who worked in our hangar obviously chatted amongst themselves in private quarters about the “sore thumb” always parked in the middle of the floor of that particular hangar; it was nothing like their not-black normal-issue UAP military ships, such as their fighter-jets and single-squad dropships. Was it a spy plane of some sort? No; it had to be something different, maybe even new, and certainly at least unique; who added stealth skin to a make and model as dated and un-aerodynamic as a Firefly? It was, they all agreed, surely to transport bulk cargo not meant to be tracked on radar. What, then, had it been transporting? What was so valuable or sensitive or illegal that they needed a bulk-transport to haul it, and why hadn’t they ever seen it unload any such cargo when docked in TNH? It must be hauling it between sites on each world TNH moved into orbit of, they guessed, but that was, of course, incorrect; it had mostly been moving black-ops teams and kidnapped potential sex-slaves, the latter of which often ended up many solar-systems away; back on Earth, the world they all thought long-ruined by their ancestors’ ancestors.
Nyria and I always did most of the cooking and serving the table.
“Our captain is out to dinner,” Nyria politely informed the would-be guest who’d walked up to the ramp of our ship parked on the center of the deck in one of the carrier’s large hangars, many other ships parked and locked to the pads at its sides, and the platforms attached to its walls. “I would he delighted to entertain you and answer some questions until he returns,” she graciously offered.
“Are we cleared to tour your vessel?” the leader of the group wondered.
“Once the captain has returned and decided in person,” she somewhat apologized.
“Of course,” they professionally understood.
She began playing hostess, guiding them around its exterior, having technopathically notified me, asking if I would return or head home (to my Earth cabin) after my dinner date with the latest world’s top Companion.
One General didn’t like me speaking to him as an equal, so I switched to as a dominant god. “How old are you, [first-name]? Ah, just an infant. Drop in the bucket. I don’t suppose you know how old I am. If respect based on age is your fetish, maybe you should start treating me as an elder.”
Another didn’t like me eyeing his woman, so I had Nyria turn on the beacon, at which time his woman left him to walk right up in my ship, stripping as she went, and I just stood as she passed me, smiling at the man, Brahan smiling as he kept his rifle in hand. “Shoulda been proper and offered her,” I told him; “woulda let you keep her after each use. Now she’s mine… and You might be dead.” He turned pale and stepped back. “You have a good day now, peasant.”
Some young women came hurrying and even stumbling toward me from the masses going every which way in the street, tears forming in their eyes, and they stopped before reaching me, looking down out of respect, their voices and bodies trembling, “Please, sir!” they bleated, “I know I might not be perfect, but I hope I might do.”
“Your woman’s intuition has let you sense who I am,” I thought out loud, and my ship technopathically told me, having read their minds, that I was correct.
“Yes, sir,” those pretty girls replied.
“You are going crazy from how things are in this city,” I again guessed out loud and correctly.
They would then nod and elaborate, “It is just so boring and frustrating here.”
“And your body needs real adventure, and to be forced to be the woman you were clearly born to be,” I guessed, again correct, now with half a millennium of experience always showing that one mentality they all had.
“Yes!!” they involuntarily looked up into my eyes, amazed and relieved for once in their otherwise dull and predictable lives as city-goers gawked at by weaklings who never fully engaged them, never utilizing them to their craved maximums.
I regarded each at that point, looking straight in her eyes.
They always realized they’d looked up without the permission of the man-god they’d instinctively found and run to, petitioning, presenting their cases to me out of desperation.
“Girl,” I softly told each at that point, “you may look into your Master’s eyes again.”
Looking back up from having re-averted their gazes, their eyes filled with grateful and hopeful tears that spilled down their flushed model cheeks.
“You are ready for high adventure, then,” I half stated, half confirmed from them.
They nodded frantically, almost bleating again, “Yes!!”
“Place your hands on mine, girl,” I always then told them, seeing how they did with commands and basic/initial touch.
Gracefully, they always rested their hands atop mine then, still looking into my eyes as tears kept streaming down to their perfect feminine chins.
“You understand I might like to keep you,” I tested them.
They nodded, their focus entirely on me then, as present as they had ever felt in their entire lives, their feelings about me from a distance now fully confirmed by how I was speaking to them, on the cusp of offering them the chance of their lifetimes.
“You may follow me aboard my ship. Remain feminine at all times; I only tolerate exactly what I want.”
Almost leaping to hug me tightly, they try to recompose themselves, now shaking with excitement, and heel me closely, paying attention to my slightest moves and words, my voluntary property from then on, heart and soul.
“Girl,” I looked at one of those sitting on her calves along the wall beside the galley table, her knees as far apart as she could keep them, her femininity required, her manners good, “show me you know how to serve me.”
She had looked up when hearing my voice aimed her way, the other few girls allowed up there that meal all keeping their heads down, eyes to the floor between their widely-parted knees, knowing their place, silent and motionless until commanded otherwise. Now she was wide-eyed, almost panicking as she immediately obeyed, doing her best to stand up sexily for all of us to enjoy seeing. She tried to calmly strut to me, looking around to see what I might want to be handed or poured.
“Sit,” I calmly motioned for her to sit sideways across my lap.
She obeyed, nervous now because I could directly feel her nervousness.
“I am your Captain,” I calmly told her.
She listened.
“My name is Auz. You may keep calling me Master, of course.”
“Yes, Master,” she softly acknowledged.
I casually felt her tits, inner thighs, ass, and throat, turning her head one way and then the other, making sure her reaction to all my touches and commands was 100% accepting, obedient, feminine.
“I want you to try and relax, remembering that you are on my ship because I am very attracted to your body. I give plenty of time to pretty girls like you to learn everything it takes to make me happy. I am not going to hurt you for trying your best. Now,” I rested my hand around her hip, looking straight into her eyes, “shake out those nerves of yours, and just have fun serving me and my guests. Be flirty, engaging, playful, slutty, free. Do you understand, girl?”
She looked at me as if she had just fallen in love, her nervousness dramatically lowered; she was very grateful for such an understanding Master. “Yes, Master,” she purred.
I rubbed her ass for her to stand from my lap.
She stood and began refilling our glasses, taking our emptied plates when we were done with them, bringing our second helpings and desserts, brushing her tits against our shoulders in passing, and standing boldlegged whenever any of us reached to grope and otherwise feel her, doing a very pleasing job of waitressing for us.
“You will share my bed tonight,” I calmly told her after our meal.
“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” she exclaimed, elated, rising up on her toes.
“Go clean your body,” I told her.
She nodded excitedly, “Yes, Master!” and hurried out of the galley, Nyria following, the ship letting the doors ahead of her unlock and open into the walls, out of their way.
My team walked up to all who’d been made to kneel before us. I put my hand out, palm up, to be given the next offering for sacrifice.
The kneeling townsfolk did not know what I wanted.
I smiled and explained, “When I arrive, you are to offer me all your finest females. If they are to my liking, I keep some, use and release others, and sometimes just make copies of some. If none are to my liking, I have you all kill yourselves. If you protest, I have you all kill yourselves. Now, …where are your finest?”
My ship spotted and mind-controlled nearly a dozen teen girls and a few MILFs, forcing them to stand, step forward, bow and curtsy to me, strip, and put their hands high overhead before turning all the way around, showing me their bodies from every angle.
I motioned for some of them to walk up the ramp into my ship, and for those I did not fully fancy at that moment to get back down on their knees.
They obeyed, having no way to not, their bodies under my control.
I walked up the ramp and began guiding those who’d preceded me there… into a cargo-bay room to test-fuck them.
Most of them filed back out and down the ramp after standing at attention, backs to the wall, right outside that room, until I had tested them all.
I walked out after freshening up in that room’s bathroom, then addressed everyone still being made to silently wait for me, “I will be keeping two this time. I may return one or both if it suits me. In the meantime, make more I will fancy. That is all.”
As Persephone flew back up into the sky, the beacon moved out of range, freeing the townsfolk on the ground to finally collapse, weep, rage, pray, and plot.
We landed in the middle of a downtown intersection, smashing multiple vehicles with our landing gear, and mind-controlled everyone within a few blocks, preventing them from fleeing.
There was a couple on the sidewalk, and I didn’t like the way they looked or vibed.
I had the ship override the man’s brain so he could only stay standing still in front of me, and it overrode his wife’s brain so she handed me their infant.
“Put this gun in your mouth,” I calmly said, handing her a pistol with a single round in it, already chambered.
There were tears in both their eyes. They could only cry in silence, not resist or even protest. They were mindcontrolled.
“Do show some respect next time,” I calmly advised them. “Your community here is a disgrace for having not recognized me or sensed my coming.” I looked into the woman’s eyes, the pistol still held by her own hand, its barrel in her mouth. I knew she would pull the trigger if I so much as said to. “Take the gun out of your mouth,” I calmly told her.
She did so, unable to not obey, and she shuddered with relief and remaining dread, fully knowing her powerlessness.
“Point it at your husband’s head,” I calmly commanded her.
They both shuddered now, more tears streaming down her cheeks, she touching the barrel to his temple, her finger loose around the trigger.
“I don’t see why I should spare either of you; you are not pleasing to me, you did not know me, your food and clothing are hideous and from monstrous sources, and I cannot benefit from letting you live.”
They expected at least one of themselves to meet their end after that sentence, both closing their eyes.
“I did not tell you to close your eyes,” I calmly told them.
They both opened them, more tears spilling.
“Hand me the gun,” I calmly said to her.
She did.
I took it, and handed it off to Brahan who holstered it.
“Recognize and welcome me if I return,” I calmly said, then licked his wife from chin to forehead in one go. Then I handed her back her baby, to which they both shook with relief, wanting to moan out in relief, too, but still fully mind-/body-controlled, unable to –yet.
As I walked up Persephone’s ramp, I had the beacon power down just enough to let them drop to their knees, no longer fully remote-controlled.
I had learned that one had spoken ill of me after meeting me, so I remote-accessed his memories, went to his home address while we were still working on his world, and crucified his entire family to the walls of their rooms, including his toddler and dog. Using their blood and poop, smeared around via their mop used like a big paintbrush, I wrote a message for him on the carpet; “You exist because I permit it. If you dislike something about me, that makes you evil. As an evil creature, anything I do against you is automatically good. Speak ill of me one more time, and what was done here in your home this day shall befall everyone else you care about, maybe even your whole town.”
I don’t know what his reaction was when he got home that day, and I don’t care. Hopefully he learned his lesson, maybe even killed himself. Who cares?
“Show me your secret bases,” I smiled to them.
They all had looks.
I had one of them shoot himself, splattering his brains all over their faces.
I was still smiling, waiting.
They got the message.
My tour of their secret bases took the rest of the day. I kept having some of their people commit suicide each time they hesitated to show me any room or anything else I told them to.
“The loss of life today was unnecessary,” I calmly told them. “Do train your subordinates and yourselves to obey me more professionally.”
They were left there in horror at how easily I had manipulated them all.
I had a talk with my crew after every such display of power and merciless karma to the locals of the worlds we’d been flying to from the hangar of my carrier. “How do you feel about what I have been doing to those humans?” I asked Brahan and Cyd.
Augustine rarely walked with us on foot patrols or other missions, and did not care what I did during them, so long as he and his were not messed with.
Nyria was an extension of me, thus always automatically in agreement with me.
Brahan just chuckled once, “You already know my answer to that; after what these people did to mine, you can do whatever you want to them. I just hope it traumatizes the survivors.”
Cyd had not had her world bombarded and ruined like Brahan and some others had endured, but she was a pretty woman; pretty females always end up falling for and supporting me. “You hired me to be your cockpit candy and chauffeur, not to judge and critique you,” she professionally and gently pointed out. She was right.
I was impressed, so I took her hands and pulled in closer, licking her lips apart and having her suck my tongue a moment. “Good pilot Barbie,” I praised her, letting go.
She smiled and blushed, feeling butterflies in her stomach for me, already ready for our nightly fuck.
“Do my abilities scare either of you?” I asked them.
They shook their heads; I had never used them on them.
“Do I seem like a demon?”
They shook their heads; I had never even threatened their own loved ones, or random people, let alone harmed any. It just seemed random to some of the people I had threatened and harmed.
“You both know you are welcome to quit and go home at any time, and I will never hurt you or your loved ones if you go,” I reminded them, half as a question.
They both nodded.
“Alright,” I said to them, always speaking to them as friends, not just employees, “if it is your choice and to your liking, I would like for you to continue flying missions with me.”
They walked back to their stations in Persephone.
We were over the planet which had sent the most UAP troops in the unit which had done the most bombing of Brahan’s world.
I told him of this.
He met me outside the cockpit while we were still in the air, Cyd at the helm from her seat in that room; its right-side chair.
I invited him in.
He followed me.
I showed him on the screen in front of my chair; the center one, all the dossiers and forms of confirmation.
He looked it over, standing there.
“I thought I might offer you some payback, Brahan,” I offered.
Nyria unbuckled her 5-point harness and stood from her chair; the left-side one in the room.
I motioned with my hand that Brahan was welcome to sit where she normally did, manning Persephone’s weapon systems this time.
He regarded me, started to grin a little, then looked to Nyria and nodded once his thanks, sitting down and buckling in where she had been.
She explained to him how to aim and fire the different weapons, then added, “Brahan, it would be a great honor if you were to allow or command me to suck your cock while you fired at those people.”
His smirk returned and grew, and he consented.
She got down on her knees at his side, fished out his cock, and began sucking it up into her mouth, cupping his balls with one hand while reaching with her other to put one of his hands on the top of her head so he could press her face down to his crotch if he wanted.
He looked up to his right side where I was still standing.
I nodded once to him, “Fire at will, sir.”
Cyd kept us flying within range of all the targets.
Persephone kept them outlined on Nyria’s center screen for Brahan to choose from.
Brahan locked onto each and started taking them out, lasing some, gunning others, and bombing the groups.
This took an hour or so, as we just kept flying from target to target, all around that world.
Before he shot and killed the last one, I rested my hand on his right shoulder.
He let go of the trigger to respectfully look back up at me.
“May I suggest a unique finale?” I politely offered him.
He smirked again, giving me his permission.
I told the ship to mind-control that person, having them walk out in the middle of the country road.
Then I told Cyd to land Persephone such that one of the landing gear squashed him where he stood.
We all watched on the screens showing those cameras’ views of the event.
“Well done, you all,” I told them, serious.
They smiled, enjoying having so much respect, freedom, and little rewards and parties like this.
Cyd purred to me from her chair, “Captain, sir, your pilot Barbie would enjoy it if you allowed her to suck your tongue and cock.”
I grinned and moved closer to let her.
She did well, wholeheartedly, clearly having been craving it for some time, perhaps the whole morning.
Nyria finished earning her own oral creampie from Brahan.
“Ladies,” I told them, swap it with each other.
Nyria, grinning, got up from Brahan’s side and walked over to drool her mouthful down into Cyd’s, then kneeled at her side so Cyd could give it all back to her.
“Captain,” Brahan said to me, “shall I leave the Weapons Chair?”
I thought for a moment and then replied to him, Cyd and Nyria still swapping his cum and mine behind me, “You have repaid all here who bombed your world, Brahan, but you have not also done to their communities what they did to yours.”
He realized quickly that I meant he was free to also kill random people who had done nothing to him, just as the people he Had just killed had killed random people on his world whom they had not known, let alone been wronged by.
“Either way, my friend, you have my respect and support,” I told him. “I hope you will not think less of me for offering such to you.”
He nodded once, then unbuckled and stood, shaking my hand.
“You are not them,” I said, respecting him just as I said I would.
“I am not them,” he agreed, appreciating that from me.
“Girls,” I said over my shoulder.
Nyria and Cyd stopped swapping cum back and forth between their lips, both looking to me for their next command.
“Gargle, swish, and swallow.”
They obeyed, blushing, eager to.
“Good girls,” I rewarded them with that earned credit/compliment. “Let’s go home.”
Nyria buckled back in at her chair.
Cyd flew us out into Space and into our TNH hangar.
“We are sovereign!” the angry dumb humanimal protested, bristling at my casual disregard for their evil customs.
I smirked, “Go hold your head underwater until you drown, sovereign man.”
My ship entered his mind, overriding his brain, and he did as told by me, drowning himself, the other locals gasping, none daring intervene.
“None are sovereign until they have earned that from me,” I calmly informed the wayward subspecies degenerates. “I see no effort from any of you to earn such a lofty and rarely-deserved luxury as your sovereignty, so you all shall remain a farmed crop out here in this cellblock of The Abyss you cockily brainwashed yourselves to assume is a conquered and legally owned world. I am the Lord.” I got back on my ship and left them there to resume their struggles on a barely-terraformed planet I could harvest at any time.
I had Cyd land Persephone near the banks of a classic Montana-looking shallow river.
Nyria and Brahan managed the herding of our latest cargo-bay of kajirae-candidates, opening their room doors, unlocking their collar chains from their bunkbeds, and instructing them to walk outside to play in the river as it pleased them; these girls had behaved well, really taking to their new life with us.
I smiled as I watched them look to each other, their sexy smiles appearing, and then how they carefully waded into the river, starting to get used to its refreshing coolness, then basking and splashing playfully, their laughter musical and as sexy as their bodies. “Those who are falling in love with me, reveal this by putting a pretty flower in your hair,” I called calmly over the sound of the gentle little river to them.
They knew not to lie, as I had started teaching and training them, so only those who were falling for me found wildflowers and put them in their hair, then helping each other make sure they looked just right for when they would walk back to me and my ship.
I tell a man, “Invite me to fuck your wife and daughter on your bed.”
He hesitates, so I disintegrate his house.
“Last chance.” I make ready to send them to sacrifice.
I still, and shall always, use this ship for my own personal Voyages of Acquisition, the same way a human Outlander man takes his own pickup and boat to the river to fish.
I landed the ship in the woods near where it had detected the biosignatures of hotties I would lust for. I walked out with my entourage, my 34 Tauri crewmates (Augustine, Brahan, Cyd, and Sasha) living out their lives back in 34 Tauri. When we got within view of the hotties out hiking the trails, they thought we, looking like hikers ourselves, were just normal like them. I approached the hotties the rest of the way, my entourage portal-ing into a 2-concentric-rings formation all around them. “If you scream,” I calmly told the hotties, “we will kill everyone who comes to help.” The hotties went wide-eyed, their hearts pounding, their flee-instinct surging on, but they had seen they were surrounded, trapped. The outer ring of ICVs all faced outward; they were my outer cordon. The inner ring faced inward, each ready to detain anyone I told them to, and just three of any ICV could easily form our race’s arms-weave portal-base to group-portal the chosen. “You are being kidnapped. If you will follow me and behave, your slavery will be a pleasant one.” The hotties looked mortified, turning pale, but eventually, stumbling, followed me back to Persephone, the double-ring formation moving along with us the whole time, keeping them encircled.
To a planet-side man, after discussing what all he needs and wants, and what I can teach and arrange: “Tell you what… You let me fuck… every beautiful girl you know, every time I want, …and I’ll make all those hopes and dreams of yours come true.”
The price of the easiest thing for me to have built/done for him is anytime-sex with his wife. E.g.: building or perfecting a house for him (~$,$$$; a 3D-printing rate) or neutralizing 1 person (persuading or mind-overriding or bankrupting or ending)
The price for easier things is anytime-sex with his wife + all his sisters and similar-age relatives. E.g.: building a complex or high-rise for him (~$$,$$$) or neutralizing a few people
The price for easy things is anytime-sex with the above + all his younger female relatives. E.g.: jumpstarting a stable farm for him / making his land productive (~$$$,$$$) or neutralizing a several people
The price for intermediate-difficulty things is anytime-sex with the above + all collage-age hotties he knows of. E.g.: giving him enough to start a lucrative business (~$,$$$,$$$) or neutralizing a dozen people
The price for difficult things is anytime-sex with the above + all high school-age hotties he knows of. E.g.: stabilizing his business/investment/s (~$$,$$$,$$$) or neutralizing dozens of people
The price for more-difficult things is anytime-sex with the above + all middle school-age hotties he knows of. E.g.: mind-locking local authorities to stay on his side for life (~$$$,$$$,$$$) or neutralizing a hundred people
The price for the most-difficult things is anytime-sex with the above + all elementary-age hotties he know of. E.g.: installing him as the local authority/leader –including adjusting the thoughts/personalities/loyalties and memories of everyone necessary (~$,$$$,$$$,$$$) or neutralizing hundreds of people
The price for arranging all he needs and wants? Anytime-sex all of the above. (~$$,$$$,$$$,$$$)
And all of those fucks have to be with his wholehearted blessing, not just his consent/acquiescence.
I don’t care if the females consent; sometimes it is better when they are forced.
“Am I a demon or the devil? No. I didn’t ask for your soul, just occasional play with sexy females, just like any man wants. Could I mind-override you and take it all anyway? Yes, but I like to hear the males consent sometimes.”
The same goes for healing people; if I heal them, or tell them how to heal themselves and stay healthy, the price is proportionate; more and more loving play for every tier. E.g.: If I heal a beautiful female of something, she is sexually indebted to me forever.
Note: I never offer immortality, invincibility, or superpowers; those things are only for my wife-goddesses and my children.
If you, reading this, are smart, your default/instinctive reaction would be seeing this is good because it is based on love, not greed. You would also know that coveting some things is natural, thus good. If instead your reaction was negative, you are a dark being, thus stupid, primitive, and evil.
We leave the ramp down during a rainstorm, the ship-neck keeping us dry in the ramp airlock, and Nyria sits at my side, leaning over my lap to suck my cock until I cum in her mouth.
Nyria reviews the ship’s scan of where we need to get boots on the ground. “These buildings aren’t designed to support 300-ton ships; we’ll have to stay in the air.”
I tell our pilot, “Barbie, be a doll and keep Persephone over the least-important structure.”
She acknowledges, “Yes, Captain.”
I get on the intercom, “Brahan, kit up for a rappel insertion and SPIE extract’.”
He rogers up, heading to Zhanna’s quarters where most of our man-portable weapons are kept.
“Cockpit Bunny,” I look over my right shoulder to her, “you know the drill; when I say the brevity code, get the ramp down as close to the ground team as you can, and let the beacon usher all the approved cargo onboard.”
“Yes, Captain,” she grins, loving my pet-names for her, her pussy always getting wet when I call her any of them.
One day Nyria eagerly let me blindfold and tie her standing naked with wrists up in the galley, the whole crew taking turns on her, even Bailey and Zhanna having their way.
What if West World wasn’t just an island? What if it was everywhere? Well, it is.
Parked and hiding inside an abandoned hangar, some snoopers/’unwanteds’ happen in, or would-be hostiles creep in, so I tell the ship to tilt its engines vertical and turn their afterburners on for a moment; the sudden increase in pressure blows hot air out the hangar’s doors, sending the intruders flying to their deaths.
Cyd asks, “Couldn’t you just have scared them off with the high-beams or sonic cannon, or used that mind-control tech’?”
I start to smirk, “…Yes.”
Nyria’s dimples show as she makes herself stay quiet, laughing internally.
We go into a bank, mind-control everyone, have the hotties strip and get fucked, and everyone else kills themselves while we get some cash, not taking much since we don’t need any, and then the hotties follow us to our ship to be (some) sold and (others) sacrificed.
landing in tall trees that completely hide the ship, their canopy even sliding back over most of the top after we park it
having families bring out their newborns and toddlers for Sparta-style inspections, we then killing any which are ugly or retarded
inspecting pregnant women, determining if their fetuses are healthy, able to be intelligent, etc., and clandestinely aborting any which aren’t; no violence, just shutting them off remotely, causing stillbirths later on
mind-overriding any ugly/retarded female carrying an ugly/retarded fetus, causing them to commit suicide, thus doubling as abortions
We respond to a mayday, staying out of sight and hearing while reading all their minds, seeing if any would be good to me. “How many are actual individuals with good hearts, and how many are just the latest members of the collective demon of multiple bodies known as humankind?” I ask, and the ship shows me, highlighting those 2 groups. Finding that some would be good to me, we determine when the others/rest will not notice them disappearing, and then start portal-ing them aboard, directly into locked cargo-bay rooms so we can keep them under control while briefing them through the intercom before going in. We stay in the air where we are in range of those not saved, making sure they all die of natural causes.
The first time Cyd and Nyria returned to the ship when I was already on it, she went wide-eyed at Nyria when Nyria stopped halfway up the ramp to lift her own top up over her tits before unzipping her pants to show me her pussy.
I smirked at Cyd’s reaction, “It’s… a tradition.”
Nyria grinned over her shoulder at Cyd, leaving her top up over her tits, and only barely rezipping her pants enough so they would stay up while she walked, and resumed entering the ship.
“That’s one heck of a tradition,” Cyd was starting to blush, seeing if we were serious or pranking her.
Brahan started approaching the ramp from outside, having been their bodyguard during their girls’ day in town. “Want me to show you my dick, then, captain?” he joked, walking up the ramp, thankfully not doing that.
We had a chuckle at his joke.
Cyd had clearly thought of and decided on something. “Well, this is Your Ship…” she lifted her top up over her tits, unzipped her pants, showed me her pussy, and stood there waiting for my own decision; was she allowed to enter now?
I raised an eyebrow at her tits and pussy, then looking back into her gorgeous light blue eyes.
“Is this good enough for you, captain?” she flirted.
“It will be once I fuck those,” I said in my horny gritty tone.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she grinned, winking, leaving her top up and pants mostly unzipped, just like Nyria had, starting to strut up and by me, turning to breathily purr in my ear; “you are Definitely getting to fuck me tonight before you go wherever it is you go each night. I wouldn’t let you leave the ship without it.”
“I’m glad we agree on the proper way to end each shift,” I said, checking her out and feeling her ass as she strutted past me.
She pivoted to walk backward a few steps, flirting and teasing and edging and charging me up some more, “Just let me get cleaned up first, or… do you want me dirty and right here?”
“Clean up, Pilot Bunny. I’ll fuck you dirty the next time we go play in the field.”
“Yes, my captain,” she bit her lower lip, then licked both her lips, pivoting back to walk normally up the catwalk steps.
“Soooo glad I hired that bitch,” I growled low and pleased to myself.
The ramp raised, closing, and sealed shut.
I walked through its airlock to the cargo bay.
The cargo bay forward hatch closed and sealed behind me.
Picking up some girls who are panicking and crying, then going up to the cockpit and watching from the console screens, seeing the views of the cameras in their rooms, and seeing them immediately calm down and fall asleep when I pushed those 2 mood buttons.
Later, once back in Space, I push the buttons for awake, happy, and horny, then go to their rooms and see they are eager to be fucked by me, my tech’, developed and perfected now over 500 years, working like a charm.
“Please come back and use me again, sir!” one purrs, begging politely.
The other adds, “Yes; please use us anytime you like, sir!”
They both then say, “And Thank you, sir! Our bodies feel aMazing now! We are honored to have been of use to you!”
We learn of the location of an enemy military facility ~a mile under the surface of the world we are in orbit around. While humans use multiple cell phone towers or satellites to triangulate, we use multiple memories detected via our area mind-scan/s. If there are more than three sets of memories used, the word “triangulate” is no longer accurate (we would then call it “tetrangulation” when using 4 sources, “pentangulation” when using 5, or “polyangulation” for any number of sources greater than 1), but you get the idea.
“Our rods and bunker-busters are not rated to penetrate far enough to affect D.U.M.B.s,” I say. (Deep Underground Military Base, a.k.a. Deep Underground Command Center (DUCC), or Deep Underground Command and Control Site (DUCCS), or Deep Underground Support Center (DUSC), or Super Combat Center (SCC), such as the Cheyenne Mountain Complex of the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD), Raven Rock Mountain Complex (RRMC, a.k.a. Site R), or Canadian Forces Base North Bay (CFB North Bay))
Nyria already knows what I’m thinking, of course, as she can sense it, and because she was made as an extension of me, and because her supercomputer brain is always perfectly logical, anyway.
‘Get me a cloaked pod,’ I think to her; an Inisfreean-Construct Assassin-Pod (IC AP).
She gets the command through our race’s chain of command, the closest IC AP deploying right away, portal-ing straight into firing-position above the deep-underground target, now well-within its main-gun’s range.
Cyd, seated in the cockpit beside us, has a feeling we are having a secret/telepathic conversation, so she keeps respectfully quiet, focusing on her piloting duties.
‘Fire until the target is severely damaged, but not destroyed,’ I think to Nyria.
The IC AP, somewhere in the sky not many miles from our own position up there, still invisible -and undetectable to all humans/Outlanders- orients its main-gun straight down toward the coordinates of the target, and begins overheating it with its most-powerful Rainbow Cannon set to emit a laser-like beam of microwaves.
Persephone hears my thought to do the same with our own Rainbow Cannon, so those two beams, each capable of hitting targets ~10 miles out through normal (Earth-like) atmosphere, and each capable of one-shot disintegrating targets as big as a large truck or small bus.
Just like in a microwave oven, where multiple beams cross is where most of the heating occurs, bypassing any container-material in that way, and the same was true of our intersecting beams today.
Any anti-microwave countermeasures of the targeted facility would be easily detected and jammed, their personnel mind-overridden so as not to use them against our own beams, and their computer systems similarly overridden.
Unlike lasers, they do not struggle to penetrate fog or cloud layers.
Now imagine being somewhat trapped a mile or more down in the Earth, and being heated up as quickly as things heat up inside a microwave oven’s food compartment.
Any underground streams of water along the way down to the target also, of course, got warmed up, causing some minor temporary geysers.
When there is too much water in the way, or just a lot of layers of heterogenous rock, a bunker-buster can be used to make a crater, then a laser to drill down some from the crater’s bottom, and then more microwaves or whatever else might help.
A non-nuclear bunker-buster can often penetrate down through 200′ of earth, or 60-200′ of concrete, depending on the type of concrete, on average. We carry 4 of them,
plus 4 kinetic-impact rods –which can penetrate ~8x their diameter (thus a 1′-diameter rod could get 80′ underground). If we dropped all 8 of those things on the same spot, we can reasonably expect ~1,120′ of vertical penetration (nearly 1/4 of the way down to a mile-deep facility), with enough man-made earthquake-ing to shake bunkers beneath it into a state of disarray, if not structural failure. And then we drop the other bombs, and fire the lasers, and so on, digging down the rest of the way, and then even launching our ICBM, if need be.
Long story short, we have the means to do damage even to facilities ~a mile or more underground, whether that is from Persephone, or with assistance from other Inisfreean vessels such as an Assassin Pod or larger craft.
An undercover/BLOPS (Black Operations) field-agent introduces himself by one of his cover names.
I’m not in the mood, so I respond by saying his actual legal/given name, plus the name of the department and intelligence organization for which he works, not even bothering to end with, “That you?” I already know.
The agent is a good actor, but is clearly a little surprised, and says nothing, beginning to worry, of course.
“You can save your façade for someone else, agent. I’m here for [ _ ]. Can you provide or do I need to get another agent? I’m not going to kill you. Just be honest; do not waste my time.”
“…Follow me,” he eventually decides and says, leading the way.
“Agent,” I say, rather than a basic/traditional “thank you”, then leave; nothing more needed to be said to him; we are men of efficiency.
“Since you are a telepath,” I break the ice in the most unsettling way words can with that person long in hiding about that ability, “I will have the rest of this conversation entirely in my head.”
I then think what I want to say, and see how much of it the telepath we detected catches it, and Nyria technopathically lets me know if the telepath is pretending to not have ‘heard’ particular parts.
Nyria also knows the one thing each person wants or needs most, and if they have tried a long time to get it, so we offer that one thing for free to everyone scans determine would be nice to me, at least when we meet them and have time.
“Why are you doing this for me?” some ask, choked up, grateful and shocked.
“Because you strike me as a deserving person who has endured long enough, and because no one ever did such nice things for me; I want to be the change and help I always wished to see in the world.”
“How can I repay you?” some ask.
I kindly shake my head a couple times, “Just keep being you, and please enjoy this earned gift. Repayment in conventional terms doesn’t mean that much to me –and it wouldn’t be a gift if I said you owed for it –and, the way I see it, living out here and enduring what you have, you already paid, anyway.”
“I’ll never forget you!” some, still choked up, blurt out.
“And I will always remember you,” I fatherly smile to them, then waving farewell.
I realized the avionics bottom hatch and winch would work perfectly with a noose, so we started hanging rude humans that way, then using them as a repeat-piñata as we walked or hover-trucked by.
We also started putting naked captured unruly girls in bungee harnesses and lowering them through the floor hatch of the cargo bay while flying slowly over oceans, terrifying them via the sharks our sensors confirmed were right under the surface, sometimes lunging up to try and bite them. We could have hung them from the avionics winch, too, but then they’d be in the way of our forward-oriented weapons.
Sometimes we rode with a couple girls-for-trade on our hover-truck. The lame ones were scared to be handed over to strangers. The good girls were eager for anything we had in mind.
Since my tech’ instantly reads all minds, essences, and Internets, anytime I meet someone… I know what they want, what they need, what they are too scared to ask for, and who I can connect them with who will be receptive to a trade or donation for them. This results in networking that seems miraculous to them. Whether or not they are sophisticated/evolved/good-natured enough to appreciate this… is not much my concern; the tech’ is mine, and I appreciate it. Heck, I married a lot of it.
We get lunch ready and Nyria walks over to slip her arms around my waist and give me a quick kiss on my lips, “Happy lunch, daddy.”
“Happy lunch, baby,” I smile down to her, my sexy perfect shorty, firstborn of her race I made.
Amen.
My crew are smart; it didn’t take them long into 2518 to suspect that my live-aboard on-call Companion wasn’t just calling me “daddy” because she knew it turned me on; they began to wonder if she was really secretly my daughter. (If only they knew how many daughters just like her I had!) I never lied to those crewmates about my relationship to her, but I also never had to be honest about it; they were so professional that they never asked. My mindreading tech’ let me know that Augustine, Brahan, Cyd, and Sasha, each at different times, began to wonder if I was Nyria’s father, but it never occurred to them that Nyria might be an A.I., which she was, or that I had figured out how to become a god, which I now was.
“Hello. I am a human trafficker. I am here to put my dick and sperm in your finest women. You may now summon and line up all of them, obviously to include any attractive female relatives you have.” Anyone who hesitates, or vibes negatively in reaction to that, gets killed on the spot, their corpse left where it falls; we do not tolerate evil in any form. (And, to be fair and accurate, really it is still technically evil when they haven’t already sensed our coming and eagerly/joyously/excitedly pre-summoned/arranged those females for me/us. Anything less is uncivilized.)

Some of that sounded evil/sinister/tyrannical? Refresh your memory about the fact that all of humankind strayed from goodness, and had to be trimmed back globally in 2013, then booted off the Earth forever in 2313, and has since been sentenced to eternal damnation and monitoring/policing in Hell, a.k.a. The Abyss, a.k.a. Outer Space; Auz and his Inisfreeans (ICVs) are their wardens now, always closely working with the actual Angels and Arch Angels (Sphere Beings) to keep that wayward/evil species reminded of their self-chosen very-lowly place in Creation now. No human ever bred or lived well, and so they are visited fairly regularly by this ship/crew/team to help put them back in their place, over and over, as is needed.

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2023 Update 15: Who All of TNH Saw It

Perseph’ always uses the same large hangar, and that hangar has ~49 working in it at any time, so ~147 total (3 shifts of 49 TNH human sailors).
~1,200 Marines make up their detachment/department in TNH, all usually using 1 of the 6 large hangars to deploy and return, so ~200 of those Marines used the Persephone hangar, as their assigned dropships and mechs were kept there.
ATC-ers: all 348 in that department, as many, if not all of them, would eventually see this special ship disappearing into the darkness of Space, or returning from it, from various worlds and angles/trajectories.
147 + 200 + 348 + some top officers = ~700; 1-2% of those working/living in TNH may have seen Persephone during its 20 years there.
This is not counting any MPs, HAZMAT sailors, or doc’s who may have helped with some arrivals in the hangar it always docks in.
Everyone about to enter its hangar has to have the highest clearance; from both the Admiral of TNH and Auz himself.

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2023 Update 16: Weapons Specifics

Ship-mounted:
(unless specified otherwise in parentheses, all fire forward from the reverse-thrusters area underneath the ‘neck’-hall)

>1 Rainbow Cannon that can fire like any laser we tell it to
1 ICBM tube (top launch)
Multiple air-dropped bomb types, such as kinetic-impact rods, napalm canisters, cluster bombs, and bunker busters (all dropped from the bottom)
An artillery cannon (top fire)
Multiple missile types; AAM, AGM, SAM (only the SAMs fire up)
Multiple rocket types (only the MLRSs fire up)
Multiple torpedo tubes/types*
1 PPC; fires a quick stream of concentrated protons, not like a laser which holds a beam until heating occurs on the target
1 railgun; fires a spherical bullet-like object
1 tank main gun
1 mortar tube (top fire)
1 grenade launcher
Several different machineguns, including a Metal Storm
Several different sniper rifles
1 flamethrower
1 sonic cannon
Riot/tear-gas launchers
Directional nodes that emit emotion energies; fields or beams that can cause anger, calmness, fear, happiness, horniness, sadness, sleepiness, trust, wonder, you name it (all around the exterior; 1 in each of the main/cardinal and semi-cardinal directions/radians)

Since the weapon ports point to 1 of 6 directions

(artillery, ICBM, and mortars up
bombs, chaffs, and rods down
grenades, lasers, machineguns, (most) missiles, (1 of 2 types of) rockets, sniper rifles, tank barrel, and torpedoes forward
flares back
tear-gas canisters to the sides (sort of; at angles from the top)),

portals are used to aim lasers without turning the ship off-course during flying, but when not flying… it is usually okay to turn the ship to guarantee a low-tech’ (no-portal) shot (beam/bullet/grenade/shell trajectory).

*The torpedoes we carry are Starfleet-style photon-emitting (upon collision) antimatter shaped-charge missiles fired from ships to locate and destroy other ships, thus the torpedo classification even though they are seldom in water.
Photon torpedoes are centuries old by the 2510s, A.D.; they are proven and greatly-perfected devices.

The ship monitors and regulates barrel/launcher temperature, and auto-repairs them as needed.

Since all of the barrels are hidden inside the ship, the only way to aim them is to turn the ship –unless clandestine Inisfreean portals are used in tandem.

No weapons are wing-mounted, and no fuel is in the wings. This is to make them as solid and load-bearing as possible, and with as little drag as possible.

Nyria’s cockpit chair has a console with physical buttons and on-screen digital redundancies (i.e. there are multiple ways to control/fire every weapon mounted to Persephone) for every weapon there is in 34 Tauri (meaning this ship has mounted inside it at least 1 of each of the main/issued types of crew-served weapon-systems), allowing her to choose the world, then nation, then military branch, then unit, then vehicle, then weapon, then type of ammunition, then even how troops in that unit have been trained or known to fire that weapon (such as well-aimed vs. “spray and pray”, and burst vs single-shot).

Armory-lockers:

2 of each small-arm firearm issued to the UAP and Browncoat units
2 of each common to all significant gangs and other criminal organizations

Shuttles-mounted:

Lasers (Rainbow Cannon minis)
Sonic cannons
Emotion emitters
No projectiles

Projectiles are not made of SRC, and can either come from TNH’s UAP suppliers, or Inisfree. Only the Rainbow Cannon beam will find the best way to penetrate shields, armor, and hull, sometimes via portal. – SOP. Portals are not used when firing UAP projectiles; the goal is to make it seem like 34 Tauri levels of tech’ were used.

Pers’ does not have bays/tubes for depth charges, landmines, or regular torpedoes, but it can carry and use them if needed.

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2023 Update 17: Pay

Brahan’s base-/starting-pay is $150,000/year; $75K/deployment
Cyd’s: 100K/yr
Sasha’s: 100K/yr

Why does Brahan get 50% more? He is the most-often in harm’s-way outside the ship; he is the deployable assault-force / reconnaissance-man. As an elite former-warfighter turned private military contractor, that is the higher-end of the range of salaries for people in his rare and extremely-risky line of work.

Each go up 5k/yr, so in yr 14 (2530 A.D.) they’ll be paid 215K (for Brahan), 165K (for Cyd), and 165 (for Sasha).

Totals:

Brahan = 150K for year 1, + 155K for year 2 + 160 yr3 + 165 + 170 + 175 + 180 + 185 + 190 + 195 + 200 + 205 + 210 + 215 for year 14 (2530 A.D.) = 2.555M; $2,555,000 paid to him over the course of 2517-2530, inclusive
Cyd 100 + 105 + 110 + 115 + 120 + 125 + 130 + 135 + 140 + 145 + 150 + 155 + 160 + 165 = 1.855M
Sasha = 1.855M (same rate as Cyd’s)

(6,265,000 over those 14 years to pay all of them; 447,500/yr we must earn at a minimum, thus 1,226.027397/d, which is 153.2534246/hr)

and Augustine will have gotten his ROI many times over, thanks to all the new intel’, refreshed networking, investments started, competitors reduced, etc.

…

Income per female sold into slavery is ~$10,000, so a single flight where 25 are picked up = $250,000 for us, though -obviously- some do not sell for that much. Some, however, such as kidnapped royalty or the daughters of lifelong adversaries can sell for much more.

Why was 100k still at the high-end of salaries for pilots and surgeons 500 years in the future, when currency devaluation resulted in ~3% inflation per year back on ETW up to the 2020s?
Because the artificial inflation/extortion/impoverishment system of the banksters got paused, if not in some places even reversed, during the desperate hurry to get as many humans relocated from Earth to Space and other worlds as possible before the 2313 deadline.

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2023 Update 18: Recruiting

Recruiting for this sub-ship of the carrier was done in early 2517 A.D.. The Grid Mind ‘did its thing’; it pre-screened all potential candidates, finding out which would not only be okay with the kind of Black Ops they’d be helping with, but who would also actually -really- enjoy that kind of work.

…

The thing I said that captured each of their imaginations:

Brahan: “You’ll get access to weapons you might never have heard of, and you’ll get paid to use them on some of the people who attacked yours.”
Cyd: “If you join our crew, you’ll probably never fly anything else like what we’ll have you piloting.”
Sasha: “There will be… ‘people’ you may get to do medical work on –the kind most don’t believe in.”

…

“There are three technologies you will witness which you must not talk or write about;

flying in such a way that suggests in-atmosphere warping (warp-surfing; bending Space, or portal-surfing; “magical” gateways needing no bend/warp),
using certain energy fields and transmissions to influence the behavior of our targets,
and the most rapid healing and health-potential unlocking around.”

…

To everyone: “Yes, there are others interested. Technically, they don’t know about the ship I am recruiting you for, but their dossiers confirm they would be very interested and competing if they knew. You are my top pick. Obviously, that just armed you with more negotiating power in this interview, so feel free to name your price. Don’t be shy.”

To Sasha: “Medical officers get paid this.” I show him the rate on my iScroll; ~100k/deployment, near the high-end. “Will that work for you?”

To Cyd: “Pilots in this military get paid this.” 100k/deployment. “Will that be enough for you?”

To Brahan: “Private military contractors get paid this.” 150k/deployment. “Is that sufficient?”

To Bailey: “On top of your UAP Companion pay, shall I pay your standard rate each time I call on you?”

Auz to each of the three recruited; during their interviews: “Don’t just tell me what would keep you; tell me what would wow you; what would excite you about this position. If that’s higher pay, tell me “higher pay”, and if that’s something else, just name it; I will work with you to make this your dream-job, if not a significant part of your career.”

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2023 Update 19: Gifts at the End

What I gift each at the end of their 13 years with me (2517-2530):

Augustine: his ROI (though this was achieved during the same year we recruited Brahan, Cyd, and Sasha) and then some, plus something even his ultra-rich/wealthy family can’t get any other way; an anytime-pass to visit Inisfree (for him; they would still need to be pre-screened, interviewed, and approved, like anyone) –and immortality if he wants it
Bailey: immortality and her own Companion Guild Training House on the planet of her choosing
Brahan: new identity, even though his work with me was untraceable, not even the carrier documenting it –and immortality if he wants it
Cyd: immortality and the 34 Tauri Spaceship/airplane of her choosing, fully “pimped out” just the way she would love it (after sitting with her for many days in a row, picking out all the features she loved and had on her wish-list)
Sasha: a (really nice) clinic of his own; a multi-million-dollar building and practice and practicing/medical license, all the locals and leaders of his world signing off on it –and immortality if he wants it
Zhanna: immortality and an entire arsenal of her choosing, plus a custom armory/vault (at bank-/prison-level sophistication) in her home planet-side to safely keep it all stored in

I say to each: “It is my great honor to have served with you, and to present you with these humble parting gifts. I hope they are to your liking. If there is ever anything else I can do for any of you, please do not hesitate to let me know. You have enriched my life and protected it for years, and for that I am eternally grateful. May our paths align at some point again. Fair winds and following seas. All the best to you and yours.”

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2023 Update 20: Cost per Component

The original Firefly model is said to cost <$50,000 credits, as it, even though it was a Spaceship, was mass-produced for any commoner aiming to help settle the undeveloped worlds of 34 Tauri. 50K for a car was a decent deal back on ETW in its “modern” era, and 500 years later… 50K just might be just as reasonable for their generations’ version of a minivan loaded with options. With that in mind, imagine how the following modern-era prices might be converted into that near-future economy/currency –and, of course, how much stronger and lighter-weight the new materials might make all these parts/accessories.

“Millions under the hood” was mentioned for our Firefly variant… but that is vague; it could mean anywhere from 2M-1,999.999999M (two million dollars… up to anything short of billions of dollars).

The chassis/hull/starter was an actual standard Firefly; cost: negligible.

We didn’t want perfect weapons (the kind we make in Inisfree); we wanted ones identical to the forces we might be staging false-flag attacks as, (those weapons’) quirks/shortcomings and all, and the unmistakable signatures/evidence of having been manufactured in 34 Tauri.

Obviously, the following weapons have slightly different names and spec’s this many years in the future.

>1 Rainbow Cannon: free; made by the Grid Mind / ICVs
1 ICBM tube and missile: ~$100,000,000
~10 tons (b/c ours is ~1/3-1/4 the length of an original ETW ICBM)
multiple air-dropped bomb types, such as kinetic-impact rods, napalm canisters, cluster bombs, and bunker busters:
~$20,000 per laser-guided bomb (LGB) x4
.5 ton x4 = 2 tons
…
~$1,000 per kinetic-impact rod (far more affordable these 500 years in the future because the material is commonly mined from asteroid belts now, and it is no longer expensive to launch it into orbit) x4 = ~$4,000
2 tons x 4 = 8 tons
…
~$? per M77 napalm bomb x4
.375t x 4 = 1.5t
…
~$14,000 per cluster bomb x4 = ~$56,000
~.5t x 4 = ~2t
…
~$3,500,000 per bunker buster x4 = ~$14,000,000
~1.5t x 4 = ~6t
an M198 artillery cannon: ~$250,000
~8t
~$500 (basic) to 160,000 (exotic; guided, boosted, etc.) per shell x40 (avg.) = ~$3,210,000
~2t
multiple missile types; AAM, AGM, SAM:
~$100,000 per AAM x4 = ~$400,000
~.25t
~$115,000 per AGM x4 = ~$460,000
~4t
~$400,000 per SAM x4 = ~$1,600,000
~.1t
plus the costs of their launchers; ~$?
multiple rocket types:
~$? per Hydra pod
~$2,800 per Hydra 70mm x19 = $53,200
~.8t
and
~$2,000,000 per M142 HIMARS system
~$168,000 per 227mm MLRS rocket x6 = ~$1,008,000
~11t
multiple torpedo tubes/types: ~$? per
(Mark 32 Surface Vessel Torpedo Tubes)
~$3,000,000 per torpedo x4 = 12,000,000
~7t
1 tank main gun: ~$1,000,000 per
~$400 per tank shell x 40 shells = $16,000
~3.7t
1 M252 81mm mortar tube (top fire): ~$50,000 per
~$600 per mortar shell x 100 shells = $60,000
~.5t
1 Mk. 19 40MM grenade launcher: ~$20,000 per
~$55 per grenade x48/can = $2,640
~.01
several different machineguns:
~$14,000 per M2
~.04t
…
~$250,000 per M134 minigun (belt-fed, battery powered –vs mag’-fed hand-crank Gatling)
~.1t
…
~$ per Metal Storm (40×40 grid of barrels, each with 10 bullets, can only fire for 1 second before all must be reloaded, can fire in .01-second bursts, volley-gun with no moving parts; perfect for Space warfare)
16,000rds/sec
~$500,000 per M242 (LAV-25 cannon)
~.1t
several different sniper rifles:
~$2,000 per M24
~$10,000 per M82
~$25,000 per XM109
~.01t
1 tank-mounted flamethrower: ~$200,000 per
(4 gal. in bursts lasts 5-10 mins.)
~$5 per gallon x4 = $20
(and our engine fuel can be fed into it)
~.01t
1 sonic cannon: ~$25,000 per
Long Range Acoustic Device LRAD
~200 lbs.?
3,000-5,000m range
*for using in 2 ways; alerting (friendlies at a distance in-atmo’ if no comm’s with them), and deterring –wildlife if not humanimals
~.1t
riot/tear-gas launchers: ~$2,800 per 4-tube vehicle-cluster x8 = $22,400
~$39 per canister x64 = $2,496
~.01t
directional nodes that emit emotion energies: free; 3D-printed by the ICVs
2 of each type of popular/common small-arm weapon in 34 Tauri: free; taken from confiscations stockpiles in police and military warehouses/armories

Cost of those parts and their ammo.: ~$125,620,756 (again, as an estimate based on ETW prices, currency values, etc.)

Weight of all that ordnance and their launchers: ~68 tons (again, based on the materials available on ETW centuries before this ship got made)

So that is how many “millions under the hood” there are in this ship, not counting what it cost to ship those things –though drop-boxes and portals could have been used.

Again, ICVs deployed clandestinely to 34 Tauri could have just mindread military personnel to get the locations of those items, then portal-ed to them and portal-ed out with those things, but this was part of the social experiment; establishing business relations.

$125,620,756 returned over 7 years (how long Augustine was willing to wait for his ROI) = $17,945,822.28/yr; ~$49,166.64/d,
thus each of our missions had to somehow earn him, or be worth to him, ~$49K.
Since we were paying Brahan 215K/yr in year 14 of his service with us, and Cyd and Sasha 165K that year, that’s 545K over the course of that year; ~$1,493.15/d,
thus we would have had to make at least ~$51,000 per day just to break even, but…
Augustine got his ROI by the end of the 1st year those three were serving aboard Persephone, so we only needed ~$2,000/d after that.
2K/d over an 8-hour shift would be $250/hour…
but I was not with them except on weekdays during these years, so ~$545K to pay those 3 per year (well, at their max-pay during their final year), divided by 260 (the number of days I was working each year), would mean a need to bring in ~$2,096.15/d; $262.02/hr –and we certainly brought in many degrees of magnitude more than that.

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2023 Update 21: Cargo-bay Specifics

Floor hatch = 9×9′, its total area (with walkaround/guardrail) ~12×12′

~15′ W
depth divided into 2 sections because of the floor-hatch guardrail walkaround area; ~33’D in front, and ~27′ D in back
~9′ up to the bottom of the first catwalk (for the 2nd-level cargo-bay rooms)
~27-30′ to the ceiling, depending on where the gantry-crane is positioned/parked/locked

Anything over 9′ has to be <9′ wide; the catwalks for the 2 upper levels of cargo-bay rooms are beyond that width.

The cargo-bay floor has tiedown metal loops hinged to lie flush in that surface, and the railings are strong enough to be extra tiedown points.

Examples of what can fit on this floor:

Abrams tank; 12×32.1×8′
Humvee; 7.09x15x6′
LAV; 8x21x9′ (thus 2 easily, 4 if crammed close, side by side)
palette; 3.6×4.25×3.4′
shipping container; 8×10/20×8.5/9.5′
“Thor” battlemech; ~5×8.5×29′ (thus 10 of them, though they have to be portal-ed in and out)

Vehicles and shipping containers are loaded in front of the floor-hatch guard-rail, while palettes and other small items can be secured to the floor behind that guard-rail.

If needing to store multiple vehicles in the cargo bay, the gantry-crane can lift one vehicle over the floor-hatch guard-rail to set it on the other side.

The cargo bay can accept things up to 30′ tall (barely), so we can transport some fully-grown trees if they can be lifted up, root-ball and all, through the floor-hatch.

Normally, the gantry-crane is just for moving palettes up and down through the floor-hatch.

Again, the gantry-crane is strong enough to lift something similar in weight to this ship when it is fully loaded.

Catwalks are not 6′ wide; more like 3.5′, thus even more vertical width/room for storage/stacking.

Cargo-bay rooms’ dividers (walls): 8 walls x 3′ (in the model) = 24′, but since they are now/actually/IRL only 1′ thick, it is 8′ total, and 24 – 8 = 16′ of space added, thus 8′ on each end, thus lots more room around the front and back catwalk-staircases.

It is possible to drive some semis (avg. cargo trucks ~53-72′ long) into this section of the ship; 1 can fit on either side of the floor-hatch, driven in cab-first or backed in. The floor-slope to/from the ramp-airlock is more gradual than in the Creativerse model. The ramp can also be set very/near level, such as onto an overpass while the ship has its landing-gear downhill. This is not recommended, though, as it can complicate cargo-bay rooms-access, kajirae-candidates inspections/formations, and so on.

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2023 Update 22: Hover-truck

4x4x2blocks = ~12x12x6′
2 seats and 1 tail-bed
made for hauling 1 truckload of gear over paved surfaces or semi-rugged terrain (not cliffs or bodies of water with high waves)
pole holes and clamps to attach a shade/tarp
headlights plus aimable spotlights at all 4 corners
–The headlights have not 2 but 4 settings; 1) basic/poor normal (the old-fashioned off-white, almost yellowy)
2) basic/poor high-beam
3) halogen/rich normal (the luxury-looking silvery almost-purple)
4) halogen/rich high-beam
This helps us blend in with both poor and rich communities/traffic, as needed.
air/fog horn
tiedown loops in the tail-bed and on all 4 sides
gun mounts; co-axials for the (2500s A.D. equivalents of the) M2 (50cal), M134 (Minigun), Mk 19 (grenade-launching machinegun), BGM-71 (T.O.W.), and FGM-148 (Javelin), etc.
typically sent with 1 or 2 floating Yeti coolers
top allowed speed in view of humans is ~70 MPH
top possible speed is N/A because it can portal
no jump/warp drive
Also secretly powered by repulsines, it doesn’t need its battery charged by being plugged in, and it has no weight limit. It is only limited by how many things you can pile and tie down atop it.
must be recalled by portal if Persephone needs to leave without notice; its repulsine-tech’ cannot be left behind

I might also bring one of these along for satellite-drives:

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2023 Update 23: Specific Controls Options/Settings

Commander Consoles:

Atmo
air-quality report/test
cycle air between combinations of rooms
issues, if any
select room, set conditions, set duration
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Batt
number of recharges remaining in each
set parameters for switching to a fresh battery
issues, if any
time until empty/drained
time until full/recharged
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Cargo
issues, if any
structural integrity of each item
temperature of each item
weight of each item
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Consoles
brightness/gamma
issues, if any
lock/unlock
on/off
reboot
refresh
resolution
select chair, section, panel/screen
switch/transfer certain control to different chair, such as piloting to Commander or Gunner, or firing to Commander or Pilot
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Diagnostics
airlocks
atmo’ room (mechanical room)
autopilot
ballasts
comm’s
core (A.I.)
crane
each console, not just in the cockpit
issues, if any
life support
ramp
sensors (inside and out), including scanners
shuttles
etc.
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Elec
circuitbreaks
issues, if any
manual circuit breaks
outlet/s on/off
rerouting options
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G-drive
direct/focus floor-gravity to/in selected rooms
issues, if any
on/off
setting/intensity
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Kitchen
issues, if any
remote cabinet door close
remote fridge door close
remote fridge temperature adjust
remote on/off oven/s
remote range-hood (vent-fan) on/off
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Laundry
issues if any, per machine
loads until lint-trap needs cleaning
minutes remaining per machine
remote set, or remote change settings while already running
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Life
forecast lifespan of selected passenger, notes explaining
immortalize
issues, if any
remaining air at current rate of consumption
remaining food at current rate of consumption
remaining water at current rate of consumption
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Med
auto-heal certain or all issues of person in selected pod/tube
identify all ails/injuries/issues
issues, if any
remote checkup
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Pac/sed.
issues, if any
mood lighting
music (intercom)
select room, select passenger, select mood (attentive, compliant, confident, conversational, curious, flirtacious, happy, horny, in love, satisfied, seductive, shy, token resistance, etc., combo), select alertness (awake, sleepy, napping, deep sleep), disable mood/reactions, delete inhibitions, install basic kajira-of-Inisfree personality patch, etc.
white noise
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Ramp
extend
issues, if any
lower
pause
raise
retract
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Security
counter-hacking
disable intruder
disarm intruder
ELDs sweep
issues, if any
firewalls
hacking-attempt detection
hacker identification
hacker triangulation
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Shuttles
battery power
cleanliness (inside and out)
cloaked status
fuel level
heading
issues, if any
lights (inside and out)
lock/unlock
recall
select which, select system, select action (such as autopilot RTB; return to assigned Persephone bay)
select which, select passenger, select effect
speed
weight inside
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Vehicle
battery power remaining
e-/parking-brake
heading
hover level (how high above terrain)
issues, if any
lights (on/off)
speed
weight on hover-truck (passengers on seats and cargo in truckbed)
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Vent
isolate pest, if any detected in part of the system
issues, if any
lock/disable vents
select room, select vent, select action (such as accelerate fan to vent faster)
vent all to filters
vent all to outside
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Voice
check if still recognizing certain voice
cross-reference with an intel’ database; doublecheck or confirm identity
disable/enable various permissions once recognition confirmed
issues, if any
record for comparison
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Weather
air quality/composition / breathable air outside
check for cloud-seeding
check for signs of HAARB/SBX-based manipulation
downdrafts potential and detected
forecast, notes or 3D rotatable
historical weather, notes or 3D rotatable
issues, if any
meteor showers
select planet-side (in-atmo’) or Space
weather systems; weather RADAR, 3D, rotatable to any angle/vantage
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Winches
cam/POV (of each)
issues, if any (such as motor power, overheating, etc.)
select which, rewind/unroll
tension on each line

Gunner Consoles:

Abort
alter course/trajectory
catch/slow via tractor-beam/s
disintegrate (self-destruct, non-explosive)
intercept via portal
issues, if any
meander/drift
premature detonation
return missile
unlock from target
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Anti-magic
automatically bombard hostile magic-users with magic-based energy
identify detected enchantment/magic/spell
issues, if any
reflect negative spells back to their caster/s
suggest magic/other to bypass detected magic
suggest magic/other to disable/cancel-out detected magic
suggest magic/other to overpower detected magic
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Blast Doors
close all
close select (such as just one engine intake or exhaust or porthole)
issues with each, if any
movement progress; shows rate of closing/opening
open all
open select
power-window controls are for the blast-doors inside them; the windows cannot open
set parameter for auto-close of some/all
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Camo
issues, if any
on/off
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Forcefield
absorb; convert
deflect
delete/destroy
individual mini-forcefields; select hatch (entry/exit or gun-port or exhaust, etc.)
issues, if any
on/off
range; distance from hull/exterior
semipermeable settings
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Jamming
block microwave transmissions of target/s
block only incoming signals of target/s
block only outgoing signals of target/s
block telepathy of target/s
block radio transmissions of target/s
block RADAR of target/s
block remote-viewing
issues, if any
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Pest
deterrent aroma (kept/generated in outlet-like nodes/devices throughout the ship, even in ventilation sections)
deterrent energy (field or signal)
Ghostbuster devices; haunting/spirit prevention/trapping
issues, if any
manual aim/fire (after selecting a room, then a fixture)
parameters for auto-fire of X-ray micro-lasers
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QRF
issues, if any
speed-dial 1 more ICV
speed-dial entourage/MPHA
speed-dial fleet, TNH
speed-dial TNH dropship
speed-dial TNH fighter-jet
speed-dial TNH ‘Mech
speed-dial TNH only
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Scan
issues, if any
search for enemy armor weakpoints
search for enemy hull weakpoints
search for enemy shield (forcefield) weakpoints
search for enemy tactics weakpoints
search for enemy weapon/s weakpoints
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Tracking
allies/friendlies
derelicts
drone swarms; not yet determined if +/n/-
historically hostile
hostiles
issues, if any
potential friendlies
potential/probable hostiles
potentially harmful debris
questionables
listening stations/devices
neutrals
reverse-plot trajectories; determine firing position of mortar shells, etc.
unknowns/anomalies
unmanned/spycraft
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Tractor
aim
cancel out other ship’s tractor-beam/s
intensity/power
issues, if any
on/off
multiple beams stay locked on target
push/pull
set parameter for auto-on
set parameter for shutoff
set rate of powering down
tugboat (self) assist; docking
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VHF
enter Morse to be light/s blinked
enter Morse to be radio transmitted
enter Morse to be sonic cannon beeped
issues, if any
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Zulu
issues, if any
sync’ to a non-world time (such as an individual clock)
sync’ which system to which world’s time zone

Pilot Consoles:

Autopilot
issues, if any
on/off
set altitude
set destination
set landing style (flat/belly vs gears/feet)
set other parameters (such as when not to attempt landing, or when to enter/exit warp)
set speed
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Engine/Warp
issues, if any
on/off
parameters; distance per jump, etc.
rate of warp-surfing (or in atmo’ -secretly- portal-skipping)
remaining time until warp complete
time until next warp possible
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Nav’
conditions at destination
gravity ripples/anomalies
horizon-based
issues, if any
jump-plotting
show/hide plotted route
Space traffic, reported (not just visible on RADAR)
travel advisories
vector/angle
velocity
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Range
estimate based on known nearby craft/object/s
estimate based on similar appearance; what known craft the targeted/selected object looks like
GPS eavesdrop
issues, if any
laser/s
satellite/s assist
triangulation
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Scan
find/suggest best route/s
issues, if any
use which sensors
search for which signatures
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Tracking
issues, if any
select which detected craft or other objects to track
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Wings
flaps, individual; joystick/yoke or keypad numerical entry to set angle/degree/tilt
issues, if any
pre-settings (options, such as for landing with a headwind vs crosswind)
roll
pitch
yaw

Temporary throttle is right thumbstick; it only accelerates the ship as long as you are tilting it.
vs.
Default/indefinite/steady throttle is the classic side-by-side horizontal-bar levers; 1 per wing-engine.

Why have 2 console panels for Lights?
1 individually adjusts/sets fixture brightness,
and the other tests them; automatic dimming/brightness-range testing of everything at once, or just selected fixtures, plus checking their circuitry, etc..

Yoke-controller(s):

A/Green/South-circle button: jump
B/Red/West-circle button: cloak (if the gunner)
Back button: goes to previous screen level/step
Center/Guide/Xbox button: chair consoles array on/off (must be paired with Start button to confirm off)
Direction pad: screen-menu normal movements
Left Bumper: tab left 1 screen
Left Thumbstick: move a cursor around on a screen (tilt forward moves cursor up, etc.)
Left Trigger: activate/fire secondary selection (selected projectile for gunner, or left engine for the pilot)
Right Bumper: tab right 1 screen
Right Thumbstick: fly/operate whatever is selected/active/main, with forward-tilt causing nose of ship to dip down, etc. (and for the pilot: barely tilting it will cause slow movement in that direction, while tilting it all the way will cause fastest movement; supersonic)
Right Trigger: activate/fire primary selection (selected beam for gunner, or right engine for the pilot)
Start button: confirm command/entry/selection
X/Blue/East-circle button: activate/operate object (e.g. removing/overriding/disabling a door/barrier)
Y/Yellow/North-circle button: swap presets; change from current primary to a reserve/optional primary

The thumb-sticks do not have a press option; they do not double as buttons for actions (such as how clicking/pressing the left thumbstick could crouch a player character in some games). This is because if ever there were G-force issues, a pilot might accidentally click a thumbstick down.

There is no reload button, as the ship automatically keeps every weapon fully loaded.

The neck/stem to the yoke is not how to fly/move the ship; it is to adjust to exactly where it feels most comfortable for the user.

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2023 Update 24: Ordnance Specifics

Projectile Specifics: Bombs, Bullets, Missiles, Rockets, Rounds, and Shells

40 artillery shells:
10 HE (24km range)
10 illuminating; parachute flare
10 rocket-assisted (30km range)
10 smoke
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4 bombs:
1 bunker-buster (penetrates 30.5m earth, or 6m concrete, or 2m reinforced concrete)
1 cluster (spread of several football fields)
1 napalm (45x45m spread)
1 standard (500 lbs.; spread/lethal ~30m x ~80m)
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144 grenade-launcher rounds:
1 can of 48 HE (overpressure to flush enemy out)
1 can of 48 HEDP (against light armor)
1 can of 48 regular (~1,200m range)
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1 ICBM: thermonuclear (~15,000km range)
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17,200 machinegun rounds:
1 can of 100 AP
1 can of 100 API
1 can of 100 regular (50cal; 1,800m range)
1 can of 100 tracer
1 backpack/can of 800 minigun bullets
1 preset load of 16,000 Metal Storm bullets
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12 missiles, local (non-ICBM):
4 AAM (~100km range)
4 AGM (~1,900km range)
4 SAM (~150km range)
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100 mortar shells:
25 HE
25 illuminating; parachute flare
25 regular (6,500m range)
25 smoke
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personal/man-portable firearm bullets:
6 magazines of ~28 for every weapon which uses magazines
2 cases/containers of bullets or shotgun shells for all other weapons in this category
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25 rockets:
19 Hydra70 (~8,000m range)
6 MLRS (~92km range)
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300 sniper rifle bullets:
100 M24 bullets (~800m range)
100 M82 bullets (~1,800m range)
100 XM109 bullets (~2,000m range)
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40 tank rounds:
10 AP
10 canister/flechette/shotgun-style
10 HE (~3,000m range)
10 HEAT
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4 torpedoes, photon (~3,500,000km range; >9x the distance from Earth to its moon, or ~1/64 the avg. distance between Earth and Mars)

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2023 Update 25: Weights of What Must Be Reloaded
and expiration dates, if any

“Advanced missiles not only have a shelf life, they require periodic inspections and maintenance. Batteries run out, lubricants on moving parts dry out, cryogenic fluids leak, solid rocket fuel deteriorates, and explosives deteriorate.”

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Top

1 ICBM tube (top launch) 39t original, ~1/3-1/4 of the 60′ original height; 15-20′ tall in ours (and that is fine b/c we can fly it around, portal ourselves and/or it, etc.; it doesn’t need anywhere near as much length/room for fuel)
1 rocket type: 1.8t MLRS
SAM .025t, 15 yrs.?
an artillery cannon (top fire) 110 lbs.
1 mortar tube (top fire) 9 lbs., 10 yrs.
riot/tear-gas launchers (angles from corners) .5 lb., 5 yrs.

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Front

multiple missile types; AAM .0625t, 10 yrs.
AGM 1t, 15 yrs.?
1 rocket type: .0421t Hydra70
torpedo tubes, .27t photon torpedo
1 PPC; fires a quick stream of concentrated protons, not like a laser which holds a beam until heating occurs on the target
1 railgun; fires a spherical bullet-like object
1 tank main gun, 40 lbs.
1 grenade launcher, .8 lb.
several different machineguns, including a Metal Storm
several different sniper rifles
1 flamethrower

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Bottom

multiple air-dropped bomb types, such as kinetic-impact rods, napalm canisters, cluster bombs, and bunker busters (all dropped from the bottom)
.5t LGB, 10 yrs.
2t rod
.375t napalm
.5t cluster
1.5t bunker

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Back

chaffs, .287 lb.
flares, .8 lb., 3 yrs.

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Thus the best way is to _ split atmo into 2 sides, using the tall empty spaces outside the rearmost crew rooms,
and make the middle third of the mechanical room the 2nd crane, lifting up through a floor hatch over the center of the forward airlock room where it is easiest to drive up and drop of missiles, etc.,
then have a conveyor-belts system to get them up the slope-room, into their ammo. wells and firing chambers.
This way, they are shielded from atmo., not carried through it, and even humans can do the loading, using the crane and conveyor belts.
Bombs can be loaded up into their bomb bays from below the undercarriage when the landing gear are down, preventing bombs from being driven or craned through between the cargo-bay rooms.
The ICBM is craned down in from above.
Chaffs and flares can be loaded from the outside or driven through the cargo-bay.

The 2 sides of the forward airlock are where ceiling ports get the air pumped in when refills are needed, though this, being an IC, can portal-refill them, of course.

ICVs can easily carry all that, even the ICBM –when 3 or 4 are working together; the weight is fine for them, they just need multiple grip-points around the wide outer curve.

Carrying bombs through atmo’-room is risky; pure oxygen, etc..

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2023 Update 26: Stealth-tanker Concept

This is the simplest way of picturing the exterior and function of this Spaceship.

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2023 Update 27: Magic

Having been met by powerful witches, sorceresses, and djinn over the years, and starting a magic school in Inisfree, and marrying arguably the most powerful magical woman of all, and even being asked to start families with some of the others, it should come as no surprise that after 500 years of that… I (Auz) and my genius Inisfreean girls had learned a lot about those highest levels of the sciences. Those super-powerful women now forever part of my family wanted (and naturally always want) the best for me, and so had blessed and enchanted this ship of mine, Persephone, with their finest spells and more. Literally the gods and goddesses themselves have signed off on me and it, making it not just invincible thanks to SRC, but undeceivable even by the magical illusions of other super-beings.

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2023 Update 28: Forcefield

Its natural state is on; it does not require a lot of power to keep on, and never needs to be refocused or disabled for testing/diagnostics.

The landing gear are within the shield, except for their soles. Only the bottoms of the landing gears (the surfaces that touch the ground) are unshielded when this ship is parked.

Never disable the shield.

If Auz or Nyria do not adjust the shield for landings, then set it back to normal after taking off, the ship will do this.

Inisfreean forcefields were already able to absorb or disregard thermonuclear blasts by 2013.
Starfleet shields centuries later were so powerful they could also easily take several direct nuclear hits, as they were designed for the much higher energies encountered during warp.
Centuries after Starfleet, and you have Persephone and TNH; shields capable of withstanding even photon torpedoes (gigatons of antimatter explosions).
Also keep in mind that the shield around Inisfree, and the shields of each of its Star Fleet ships larger than it, were designed by the best supercomputers and geniuses to withstand even supernovae; nukes and antimatter bombs will not penetrate -or even strain- them.

References: here, here, here.

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2023 Update 29: Nuclear Missile

Our 1 nuke has multiple independent safety systems, and requires multiple specific conditions to be met (such as being launched, and a certain distance away from our ship, and within a certain range of a certain target signature) before it can detonate.

The silo it is in is in the part of our ship farthest from passengers and critical systems (A.I., engine, fuel, etc.), and is designed to instantly portal out any unintended explosion, or the entire missile, as needed.*

Its warhead has a 1mt yield; enough to level a normal downtown area, killing hundreds of thousands of people in an instant, then thousands to millions more via radiation sicknesses, crumbling structures, etc..

Before a launch, the missile is programmed to detonate at an exact 3D coordinate; map position and altitude, based on desired casualties and destruction.

This article is a good reference.

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No nuke? Only portal into launch tube as needed? Or portal into atmo’ from an IC?

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2024 February:

(source) “The Nuclear Weapons industry has a philosophy called “Always/Never” which means that the devices should always function as intended when used and never produce a nuclear yield at any other time. (I believe the limit for nuclear yield is 4 pounds of TNT equivalent.) This goes throughout the system from the batteries to the detonators and explosives. A combination of strong and weak links are in the control chain to ensure that even in a fire or crash that there will be no nuclear yield. As a result, at least deployed US weapons won’t produce a nuclear yield (at least any greater than 4# of TNT equivalent). There are multiple stages to this that are inherent in the design of US nuclear devices.

1-point safe: This means that no single detonator can trigger a nuclear event. All detonators must fire very precisely in terms of timing and energy level in order to trigger a nuclear event.
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One-Point Safe Nuclear Explosive: A nuclear explosive that, in the event a detonation is initiated at any one point in the high explosive system, presents no greater probability than one in a million of producing a nuclear explosive yield of greater than 4 pounds of TNT equivalent.

Strong/Weak links: The signal chain from batteries to detonators has multiple stages that ensure that no signal can reach the detonators except under positive control. No accidental combination of electrical impulses can trigger the detonators.
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Strong link/weak link – Wikipedia
[Nuclear weapon safety mechanism
Diagram of strong links and weak links in a nuclear weapon. External signals are encoded as unique signals that can cause energy (red) to cross the energy barrier into the exclusion zone (blue) via strong links (orange and yellow). Within the energy barrier, the weak links (purple) are designed to fail before the strong links do, preventing any energy that a failed strong link might permit into the exclusion zone from detonating the weapon. [1]
A strong link/weak link and exclusion zone nuclear detonation mechanism is a type of safety mechanism employed in the arming and firing mechanisms of modern nuclear weapons.
The safety mechanism starts by enclosing the electronics and mechanical components used to arm and fire the nuclear weapon with a mechanical and electrical isolation barrier, the energy barrier, [2] which encloses and defines the exclusion zone. This is insulated from mechanical, thermal, and electrical disruptions (such as static electricity, lightning, or fire ). [3]
Between the exclusion zone and the actual detonators, a normally-disconnected link mechanism is used, such as a switch which has a built-in motor to activate it. The arming system has to activate the switch in order to connect the firing circuits to the detonators in the weapon. This disconnection, which requires the arming mechanism to operate, is called the strong link.
It is possible for an accident ( rocket explosion, airplane crash, accident while weapon is being moved) to disrupt the weapon and break the integrity of the exclusion zone. As a safety mechanism, a weak link is also built into the system. This is a set of components designed to fail at lower stresses (thermal, mechanical, and electrical) than the strong links, and will prevent signals from the strong links from reaching the detonators. The weak link acts to break the connection to the detonators before the strong link could be disrupted and fail by the stress of an accident: by the time the strong links fail, the weapon has already been rendered permanently inoperable. [2] Strong links and the following weak links are intentionally co-located, so that they will experience similar environmental conditions. [4] : 71
The following table summarizes the effects of failure modes in the strong and weak links…]

Environmental controls: These ensure that the device goes through whatever environmental conditions the device must go through in a nominal usage scenario before detonating. The combination of acceleration/deceleration’s involved in the use of whatever delivery system produces a nominal usage profile. So missile warheads can’t detonate unless they experience the acceleration of missile boost, Zero G during mid-course flight and deceleration of ballistic reentry. Air dropped bombs have the same sort of things. These include radar to sense ground proximity, air pressure, acceleration/deceleration, etc..

PAL (Permissive Action Link): These are code-enabled “locks” that enable the weapon to fire. Modern weapons use PALs that will functionally disable a weapon if the wrong codes are used (a tad more complex than that including so-called limited-try) requiring factory rebuild of the weapon in the event of failed code entry or tampering with the device.
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Permissive action link – Wikipedia
(Access control device for nuclear weapons)

Inherent Design: Even more deeply, the inherent design is intended to prevent detonation. Things like insensitive explosives and detonators, fire resistant pits (nuclear trigger), and the design/layout of components to prevent things like a crash-related electrical short from firing the detonators.
There is an interesting video series by Sandia National Laboratories that describes the whole topic in detail along with the history and underlying Always/Never philosophy.
Always/Never: The Quest for Safety, Control, and Survivability – Part 1

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This is a “city one-shot” device, not powerful enough to defeat common Spaceship forcefields.
It is also an IC, made to detonate only when it knows that is the will of High King Auz.
Its blast is also based on the angelic form of nuking; it is a ‘smart’-explosion in that it will only vaporize/de-atomize things High King Auz would not like.
Think of it like a next-gen’ neutron bomb; neutron bombs emitted mostly radiation, thereby killing living organisms while leaving useful buildings standing and vehicles intact. This is just a step or two more sophisticated than that.
For example, if fired on a city with both hotties and fugtards, it would blow apart all the fugtards and unattractive architecture, while leaving the buildings and females Auz would be attracted to completely unscathed, they not even feeling a hot wind while things around them got completely destroyed.
This type of nuclear weapon also does not harm plants or cause fallout, and always kills all annoying creatures such as chihuahuas, flies, and mosquitos.

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Nuclear Weapons Expert Breaks Down 8 Nuclear Bomb Detonations in Movies and TV – How Real is It

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2024 July 27 Saturday notes about how an inside nuclear detonation gets easily controlled:

*In Starfleet, deflector shields are based on reactor power and Bridge commands… managing energy fields based on spatial distortion, resulting in most things at and even a bit above the thermonuclear level being unable to do much damage, if any at all. (They cause incoming to suddenly change direction, and spread out into artificial/added/warped Space, etc..)
In Inisfree’s Star Fleet, in stark contrast,

the forcefields are always on, as the ships are designed to naturally generate them,
not dependent upon reactor energy,
they do not just deflect but sometimes absorb,
and they don’t just resist incoming but can change the mindset or essence of what approaches/touches the shields… such that it no longer has the momentum or willpower to continue approaching the shielded vessel.

Even a supernova (the part/spot bound to pass over the given ship’s volume) cannot continue toward an IC; it automatically gets changed/overpowered in that way (its momentum/will changed, at least at that spot). Because of this next-gen’ method, these are truly ‘smart’-shields, and they don’t get overloaded/penetrated, no matter how much is rushing toward them. They also don’t disintegrate/absorb people such as astronauts who might accidentally be on unwanted trajectories; such things seem to slow down and change course before ever reaching the energy barrier.

This is part of why an IC can also contain (not just deflect or absorb) a nuclear detonation (of any magnitude); ICs are made of invincible SRC, and their naturally-occurring shields naturally change the direction of the blast While naturally absorbing and converting it all, thus even a nuclear explosion in a launch tube made by Inisfreeans would remain far weaker than it would be in a launch tube made by humans, and that means less energy is needed to maintain a forcefield all around it. ICs have energy-barriers/-shields not just outside, but inside in many places –forcefields far stronger than anything Starfleet can even conceive of, let alone invent and field. These Inisfreean shields are intelligent semipermeable membranes that always adjust themselves in time to handle whatever they are meant to handle, all without overloading their systems / power supply.

Think about how a pipe-overflow device works; if too much water pressure builds up, it turns a hinged panel inside the pipe/joint, redirecting/releasing that extra water/pressure until it dies back down to normal, which resets that panel/device.
Imagine that done with more-sophisticated components, specifically designed and tested to do the same thing, but in response to the amount of pressure from a nuclear blast, and not out into the open air, but into a portal to somewhere faraway, perhaps in a pocket dimension made just for such energy surges.
Sounds impossible with 21st-century human knowledge of available materials? Sure, but it becomes possible after more than 500 years of A.I.-based super-R+D.

Even though nuclear detonations underground on Earth between 1951 and 1992 produced craters sometimes up to 6,510′ diameter (from a 50 Mt detonation, in limestone, dolomite, shale, siltstone, and sandstone), the nuke sometimes carried by Persephone is only 1 Mt, thus would only produce a crater ~1,766′ in diameter in regular (the same types of) earth/rock (50x less-voluminous than a sphere with diameter 6,510′), and is unable to push apart the kind of launch-tube Persephone is fitted with.
Those craters in the ground were against material that can sometimes be pushed/pulled apart by hand, and certainly by simple pickaxes and excavators, whereas launch-tubes even in the 21st century were made of materials such as steel and tungsten, which had a yield strength (how much pressure/impact they can resist/take) up to or above 1,000 MPa (mega-pascals; 1,000,000 pascals), and even-stronger materials (such as Graphene) are in the GPa range (1,000,000,000 pascals) –and that’s before they are energy-shielded or otherwise assisted.
(Lower-yield nuclear bombs produce blasts at ~6,894,757,000 pascals; ~7 GPa.)
(Even for nukes which generate quadrillions of pascals at ground-zero (EPa; exapascals), centuries in the future… that will still become containable.)
In short, long before the time of this spaceship, it had become possible to resist and even contain the explosion of a basic/regular nuclear bomb (though that of far more-powerful photon-torpedoes takes more cleverness/effort, of course).

The weight/pressure any spot on the inside of this launch-tube must be able to more than withstand (720 tons) might be comparable to 28 charter buses (loaded), or 28 excavators (John Deere 790 Excavators (1986 model)), or 28 firetrucks, or 28 garbage trucks, or 7 Boeing C 32-A Military Aircrafts; imagine the weight of any of those groups of the same vehicle… compressed/concentrated on a (each) tiny spot on the wall inside the launch tube, but being instantly detected and reacted to by its inside forcefield, that field not only acting like a shield, but a surrounding ~black-hole which automatically spreads out and removes any force above tolerable atmospheric pressure for humans (or above whatever the material of the tube can handle on its own; without any high-tech’ energy-shielding).

2024 September 6 Saturday add: And remember, even if this nuke somehow detonated in this tube, it can only damage/destroy things I don’t like (as it is a ‘smart’-nuke/-blast, not a primitive first-gen’ nuke like those Outlanders have), so its blast wouldn’t need containment in my ship crewed by people I like; there would be bright light for a moment, but it wouldn’t even disorient, let alone blind or otherwise harm, any of us –not even the kajirae-candidates, for even those are whom I like enough to not want catastrophic/traumatizing harm to befall.

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2023 Update 30: Logical Design

The cockpit is at the front, unobstructed by anything.
The crew rooms are near the most weapons, keeping them in control.
The galley and shuttles are only accessed via the crew level.
Cargo is loadable and unloadable via multiple hatches, predominantly under cover of the most mounted weapons.
Air / life support are split into multiple and redundant sections.
Maintenance is near the back, far separated from the quiet sections.
The nuke is stored away from both people, fuel, and most other weapons.
Fuel is closest to where it is most-often used; for Space travel.
Medical is at the bottom, easily isolated and avoided if need be.
The crew-rooms’ hatches are all within view of each other, keeping them like a family/team.
The cargo-bay rooms’ hatches and catwalks are prison-like in appearance, maintaining the right idea for those passengers.
One lounge doubles as avionics security, another lounge doubles as top-fire weapons security, and the third lounge doubles as main-engine security.
Groceries typically come in via shuttle straight to the galley.
Ammo. typically comes in by forklift/loader straight to the ammo. hatches.
The cargo-bay can be dynamically entered.
The cargo-bay can be completely isolated even when loading ammo. or accessing all crew/other sections.
7 personnel-hatches plus multiple top-fire hatches and bomb-bay hatches can make for pitstop-rapid reloading.
Even if cloaking fails, it is still very difficult to spot at night.
Even if high-tech engines fail, it can still be flown like an airplane.
Even if landing-gear fail, it can still land normally on its underside.
Even if unflyable, it doubles as a perfect command center, lookout tower, and village.
Slanted halls and other floors help reduce or isolate flooding.
Ladders on all free surfaces allow easy movement even in zero-G.
If a crew room flooded, it would be contained, not affecting other rooms.
If a cargo-bay room or the water-lounge flooded, they could easily be drained to the floor-hatch.
If weight needed to be lost during flight, high-tech and low-tech options are available; portal-ing out ammo., fuel, and water, or “dropping the egg” (releasing all ammo./projectiles, plus, in this case, also fuel and water) –which can reduce the total weight by ~150 tons within seconds.
Perfect camouflage for Space, where it often is.
Great camouflage for deep underwater.
Operates just as well in Space as in atmo’, on water, and underwater, and even has access to stars for perfect hiding.
Ejection pods drop in front of some weapons, but are made of SRC and have shields; those weapons cannot harm them. Our projectiles are not made of SRC.

Why not the sexiest female to represent Augustine’s family? (Normally that is what I require / all I will tolerate.)
I just felt like working with him the most out of his entire bloodline and business empire; he vibed well.
Now, anyone intending to open up a shop/outlet or regional office in Inisfree would have to be such a flawless female representing her business, but that is there, not out here in 34 Tauri.

Why not the sexiest female Browncoat? (Normally that is what I require / all I will tolerate.)
Brahan’s story of loss ‘touched me’, reminding me of my own.

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2023 Update 31: Cyd Trying Nyria’s Stuff

After a year or so, our “pilot Barbie” started really thinking about getting into everything Nyria was; Nyria was always so upbeat, always genuine, “high on life”, excited for every interaction, and that was something this sexy elven White blonde had felt was missing from her life, Cyd having spent so many years studying hard in school, training hard to become a pilot, serving in her world’s military, etc.. It was finally time for Cyd to let loose, being the woman she was always meant to be; balanced and whole, wild and free, supported by her “soul family/tribe/team/crew”. Amen.

She hasn’t regretted a thing, and we encouraged and celebrated all of her experimentation. This has left her feeling heavenly inside, and smiling a lot more than when we first met. This is the way.

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2024/+

Traditions (not SOPs):

I never pay for things I want from people who are or would be rude to me.
I always pay handsomely for what I want from people I like.
I am not interested in gambling.
Since deployed clandestine/undercover ICVs have been on these worlds since the start of their colonization, they have gotten used to how everyone out here behaves, thus are experts at acting like any of them, such as by saying all the things any human would expect to hear from a fed, if I wanted an ICV to impersonate a local fed.
This is one of the reasons why it works for my Persephone team to don uniforms of any profession based in this solar system; I always have at least 1 ICV with me, so the ruse always gets believed.
I don’t have much use for things made in 34 Tauri, other than hotties, but I still dine in every chance I get to try a vegan meal planet-side, I tip well, and I go shopping at the markets and malls and boutiques alike, paying generously, never asking for change back, and loving seeing Nyria or my other ICVs with me sexily trying on outfits for me while I watch. This is the way.
I also get locally-made nice clothes for myself before attending nearby events; I dress to show awareness of the local culture and industries/businesses.
Because of this SOP/tradition, I have become a favorite client/customer/patron of nearly every merchant/vendor and waitress on every world I shopped at, as well as an appreciated guest and attendee of parties.
I politely tell waitresses and club hosts, “I don’t drink, but I’ll buy everyone their favorite tonight.” Boozers annoy me, but I am out here to develop assets, and humans out here still like to booze.
They naturally want to know what I do for work, then; how I can afford that much.
I happily answer, “I work in shipping, and tonight we’re taking some time to live and celebrate our hard-won successes.” Haulers/sailors are respected brave hard-workers on any world, keeping the critical terraforming and colonization efforts going; it pays to tell people that is something you do / that is your profession.
If I said finance or investment banking instead, that might bring up bad memories of impoverished/”hard” times for people.
Obviously it would also be risky to say military (since, like most places, some don’t know much at all about the military, some don’t want to think about it, some are moodily on one side of the recent conflict/s, and some are moodily on the other side), and I certainly know better than to tell insecure uneducated brainwashed prudish peasant panic-ers I am black-ops and a slaver.
So then everyone gets tipsy and grateful, and we get the best service they know how to give, even though we are just sipping water and eating.

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We always know whose minds are paying attention to what, and when police “stings” are about to go down, thus where to avoid and when to stay cloaked/invisible.
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another example/envisioned op: flying over to help a getaway driver evade pursuing cops without having to ditch his car
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In tense meetings, Nyria casually flirts, offering to fuck everyone.
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In shootouts, she and I just stand there, bored, immune, invincible.

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I always take my best girls with me to the best clubs; Nyria and many other ICVs, plus a stack of 10K for each of them to fan out as I would want them fanning it out, so bouncers and owners and prostitutes always give us the best treatment, and any insecure males get rapidly persuaded to keep quiet and cheer up while we are dancing and hitting on their hottest females. They even get “mind-stapled” (mindset/personality/programming locked in) to be into it –if they aren’t already into it.

I show up to clubs with dozens of ICVs, not newly-acquired kajirae-candidates, bc I know the ICVs will behave perfectly And expertly diffuse any lame situation.

A couple ICVs always pole-dance naked while we dine, and my band plays live music in the galley from 1 staging spot, and every place setting has a naked girl for nyotaimori, and everyone has a girl in their lap and another massaging their trapezius while more serve them drinks while two between every seated guest’s legs give them dual oral and swaps and then sloppy re-sucks. Then a couple ICVs always help me shower or bathe, such as by slowly grinding on me while making out while the other maintains a bent-over bold stance so I can eat her pussy from behind.

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Usually when I execute a spoiled hottie, I then fuck her to get my ~necro fix in (while her body is still attractive, not decomposed).
When I execute her while fucking her, that gets my snuff fix in (which I only have when around bodily-attractive females who are cunts).
I do, however, occasionally just Space them; shove them in an airlock and then eject them into Outer Space, not fucking them –though I almost certainly test-fucked them before deciding they needed that ultimate punishment.
This is the way.

When someone says “interest rate”, I say, “Interest rape?”

When it is time to accelerate, I say, “Accelerape!”

Nyria, or any ICV of course, is our go-to gal for locating things such as lost car keys, dropped cell-phones in the wild, stolen wallets, etc., because she can easily see them at any distance.

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My ship and ICV/s always are detecting/scanning for minds, tech’, traps, you name it.
We always light up the entire inside of a ship, unless light would set off a rare trap.
We always light up the entire outside of the ship, unless that would give away its/our position.
We never do only a partial search/scan.

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“You’ll go to Hell for this!” some typical dumbass human tries to scare me with a parroted bluff designed to keep such losers under control by their establishment/elites.
“Heh heh,” I chuckled, amused; I was married to Hela; Morgana of Atlantis; Ambrosia Shadowheart LeMorte; I had control over Hell (Outer Space, etc.); even if somehow ending up there, it would only be another playground for me.

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“We have an arrangement with them,” another fool tried to scare me, smug.
“You sure about that?” I smirked. “I’ve had an alliance with them for centuries. What did they give you? Their word? Yesterday?”
That shut him up. He gulped, not knowing how to respond. Did I really have a multi-generational deal with the Angels?
“Call ’em,” I called his bluff. “I assume you have a way to communicate with them… directly. Or… do you just pray?” I poked fun at both him and his made-up religion.
He didn’t know what to do, of course; he was a fool who had just tried to intimidate the wrong guy.
“Alright then. I’ll leave you to your… beliefs,” I again poked at his bullshit religion. “Toodle-oo.”
We departed.
No one came to help them.
Everyone good and powerful was on my side.

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Some guy planet-side does something a little unsettling to us/me.
Nyria immediately gets in front of him, shielding me from him, smiling up into his eyes, knowing she can handle anything.
“You Always let your woman do the talking and defending for ya?” yet another ignorant lippy Outlander guy tries verbally poking at me, full of default negative assumptions.
I don’t miss a beat, “Yeah; she’s good at it.”
Nyria remains standing confidently between us, closer to his chest, reading his thoughts, ensuring he tries nothing, and always able to sense plotting –and smoothly stop it in various ways.

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“You like fuckin’ animals?” I grin, my tone neutral, asking what I already know of the sexy country girl, thanks to Nyria always reading their entire memories and desires upon contact.
They always go wide eyed, then try to hide it, understandably nervous and surprised.
I add, to reassure them, “It’s alright; we all here enjoy seeing our women do that, too. You’ll fit right in. Plenty of opportunities, too; we haul cattle and various other animals from time to time.”
Nyria offers her winning smile to the girl, sweetly ‘purring’, “It’s true. I love fucking animals every chance I get. Sometimes we make it an exhibitionist date into the towns or country-sides. Come on; I’ll show you to your suite.” We like not just calling bunk cells “rooms”; we want our passengers to feel special, comfortable, even a little pampered.

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We don’t allow religious people aboard –unless they confess their fetishes and convert.
We never steal from those who are struggling and decent folk.

Nyria always speaks the local language with their dialect/s and accent/s, and helps me learn it along the way, often when we are fucking between trips planet-side, or even when we are fucking in the off-roader or in back alleys.

Promiscuous sexy females always get transported by my ship for free, though I always professionally let them know I would enjoy being with them at some point, if they want, no pressure. They tend to always stop by my room to offer to thank me that way.

Law enforcement is not allowed aboard; police, feds, undercovers, judges, attorneys, wardens, bounty hunters, etc..

We answer maydays like anyone else, but always scan for BS/evil; scams, traps, etc..
Too many fake maydays I answered as a young man made this how it shall always be now.

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I head to my room to piss.
Nyria perks up and cutely hurries after, opening the ladder hatch for me, motioning me to go first while she watches my six, she hot on my heels then, always eager to let me piss in her mouth or pussy or asshole, whatever.
When I finish, she swishes, gargles, and gulps, blushing, then washes her mouth out and pecks me on the cheek, “Thank you, my captain, father, and fuckbuddy.”
I give her a playful spank which she always anticipates and poses for before strutting off, back to her other ICV duties and fun.

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Every time we find a religious book, such as a bible or quran (yes, both those kept lowercase on purpose; because they are retarded), we shit in it and/or tear pages out, burn it, etc..
Their kind made this a holy war ever since my childhood, and ever since they started plagiarizing and lying about the real gods, so we now eternally “play that game”, doing all their kind did to us, plus “interest” for good measure and fairness. (They were unfair, so we always are, even if one day they come to their senses, repent, and pay for damages.)

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Before these two started working with me:

Sasha and I had back to back days of discussions about everything he had been taught in med school, every side effect and other complication he had noticed, everything he had heard about what Outlanders were brainwashed to assume is “alternative” medicine, every medical tool and pharmaceutical product he might request be on my ship, if he had ever been asked to “push product”, if he had ever been offered financial incentives to prescribe certain things or perform one procedure over another, how many had not gotten better during his care, how many had died during his care, if he was open to learning about my kind of healthcare, how he felt about me and (once she joined us in Persephone) Nyria being in the med pod (O.R.) with him to assist/advise/supervise, and on and on.
The regeneration tanks and automated surgery tubes of the SSP were centuries old by now, and well-known to mainstream medical professionals on all advanced/sophisticated/wealthy colony-worlds, so the stasis tubes in Persephone’s med’-room were not that surprising to him, more like “next gen’ ” because they didn’t need robotic arms, injections, or other parts/methods he had grown up studying. They also diagnosed and repaired themselves, if needed.
He understood I preferred him doing procedures whenever possible, because I didn’t want technology to be his “crutch”; Persephone’s stasis tubes were for extreme injuries he might not be able to fix in time, and for when he had too many patients at the same time.

Brahan and I had back to back days of discussions about every type of weapon I was okay with being in my ship, plus Tactical Decision Games (TDGs) so I would know how he thinks. We’d also have TDGs on and off over our 20 years working together from Persephone; continuing those allows me to see if/how his thinking changes. It was possible his thinking wouldn’t need to change, but just as preferable that it did change for the better if any fine-tuning after surprise (unexpected) mission situations called for that.
Brahan was not to bring any NBCR weapons aboard; no dirty briefcase/micro nukes, tear gas, weaponized diseases, etc..
I didn’t tell him that Persephone was designed to automatically detect such, or that its forcefield automatically allowed only people/things I approved of to get in.
Anything that could harm or even irritate passengers was not allowed in, excepting only normal guns and bullets, a few grenades, etc., as those were the least likely to accidentally detonate/kill, and were aimed/precise, not room-filling gases, etc..

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My tech’ automatically knows exactly how to make all other tech’ do whatever I would want it to, thus I am always able to enter restricted facilities without any odd network activity being noticed or even caused by my unique signature, IDs, codes, or anything else. My presence literally causes all other tech’ to do what I want it to, letting me in, recording my presence as normal, producing logs and reports that look perfectly normal to any analysts, etc..

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During the Mapping campaign, we learned where most significant caves and cave systems are on all the worlds we got within range of.
That was more than two centuries ago; we have returned to many of those places and mapped things in more detail, especially worlds where humans are.
Every world we detected humans on, or noticed humans terraforming, we set up a clandestine duty station. There has been at least 1 ICV on every one of those planets and moons, and a direct physical presence from any of our kind means a level of detail updated into our maps which no human cartography tech’ can match.
Relevant to our missions via Persephone today, I know ‘by heart’ every place big -and stable- enough this ship of ours can hide in.

Thankfully, most of those big underground spaces are not like Earth caves; Earth was made to pole-shift more than once, for various reasons, resulting in jagged and barren terrain both on its outer surface and somewhat down within.
All of Earth used to be built, not at all like it looks today. It used to be not that dissimilar from how things look in Minecraft and other voxel games.
Then the wind and waves from the pole-shifts knocked things over, wore down straight edges, piled things up, over and over, until you get the natural-looking formations we are all familiar with.
Terraforming did that to other worlds to a lesser degree, thus their caves didn’t get earthquaked, flooded, or collapsed as much, if at all.
In short, the same global mega-tunnels ancient beings left in the Earth and all other built worlds… are deep in the crust of all 34 Tauri worlds, unused in millennia, so we can just fly or portal right in, and stay in any of those things as long as we like.

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Due to the species-wide criminal insanity encountered so far, all humans are now considered convicts in a planetary prison, and can be dealt with by any means necessary to prevent them from committing nonstop crimes.

We always mock, insult, threaten, and humiliate any human who would have tried that stuff on us; we pre-bully bullies, always helping humans by “giving them tastes of their own medicine”.

For teen and grown men (who are rude to me/us), we mind-control them so they slide their own pants down and either let Nyria spank them or spank themselves –in public; making sure they are far more humiliated than they intended to make us feel.
For those who abuse the term “witch” against anyone with normal abilities (telepathy, etc.), we crucify them, sometimes also burning them alive.

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Sasha tells us of posb’ side effects (from time to time), we then isolate cause/s of those effects (in the lab; maintenance room), if we hadn’t already done that in years past, and manufacture fixed versions of the medicine in the maintenance room.
Sometimes the ship or ICVs just hear his thoughts regarding posb’ side effects, and are already working on the solution/s before he even says anything.
We use the stasis tubes to deal with any side effects passengers may be having when we bring them aboard, such as addictions.

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Nyria and I like to stop at any construction sites we happen past on our way; so she can fuck everyone there.

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When we see stuck vehicles, if their mind-scans show good (compatible with me) people, we get them unstuck, sometimes by tow-strap to our off-road truck or the “Mule” (hover truck-like mini-hauler), sometimes by airlift, sometimes by melting the snow/ice in their way, etc..

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Crew always carries on them:
(not as comprehensive as a camping/hiking or bug-out bag)

550 cord (shoelace replacer)
anti-fog goggles that prevent snow-blindness
bear spray
camo. facepaint (flammable) in mirror-lid case
drone, mini (palm-size), with remote control
fire-starting kit/pouch; ferro rod, flint, razor blade (ceramic; undetectable by metal detector), steel wool, tinder (cotton and vasoline wrapped in waterproof tape), etc.
firearm, personal; pistol-size
flashlight (in case even emergency lights fail)
hurricane whistle on key chain
hygiene+medkit, small personal (field dressings; bigger than Band-Aids –and flammable)
invisibility blanket/cloak
lockpick kit, mini (concealable bobby pins, handcuff key, etc.)
mosquito head cover (over-helmet that prevents bugs from getting near your face/head/neck)
printed local map
rain jacket with attached hood
snack/s, dehydrated
Swiss Army knife / Gerber multi-tool with bottle opener, can opener, etc.
tactical beacon (blinker with I.R. cap)
veil, mesh, sniper style
wallet with all in it waterproof
water bottle or collapsible canteen
water filter, collapsible
wrist watch with compass and GPS

(All that fits in a purse; a small bag (not as big as a backpack) easily concealed or carried inconspicuously –though the males, of course, just have it in their pockets/pouches.)
Even Nyria carries those; to seem normal / low-tech’.

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Pers’ knows where to fly so we see full-circle rainbows.

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The “Mule” (Gibbs/Sherp fusion) and off-road truck (almost a luxury SUV for sightseeing) are made by Inisfreeans, thus are A.I., aware of their surroundings, and recording, so nothing gets by them, and any would-be vandals or carjackers are identified.

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New pass-time Nyria and I enjoy: watching her (naked, of course) get bound/cuffed/shackled spread-eagle and then splashed with an oil-drum full of semen turned upside down several feet above her (behind a window-wall so it doesn’t splash me or any other spectators)

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We never run out of chaff or flares because the ship can manufacture or portal in more.

We can open a portal with an exit at any angle, thus instantly be flying up, down, back the way we came, you name it.

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I chuckle at a hot chick who tells me what her price is.
She asks why that is funny.
I ask if she likes what she does.
She says yes.
I then ask, “If you like it, and want to do it with me, why aren’t you paying Me?”
She suggests, “I can give you a discount.”
“For?”
“For turning me on with your manliness; for making me think like that; challenging me. Most just pay whatever I say. You turned me on by not budging.”
“Maybe I give You a discount; if you do a good job, I let you live.”
She goes wide eyed and turns a bit pale.
“I’m kidding,” I pause for her to prematurely feel relieved; “I’m not going to let you live.”
By the time she thinks of screaming for help, she is portal-ed into a stasis tube and stimulated to fall asleep until it is time for her usage. She awakens some time later, gagged and bound spread-eagle, cum already dripping out of her.
I tell her to nod if she wants her usage to continue, or shake her head no if she wants it to stop –which will mean we sacrifice her.
She keeps nodding for hours until everyone has satisfied themselves.
I deign to explain a basic concept to her; “You didn’t sense who I was, so I can only assume you are a soulless NPC, maybe even evil. That means you don’t rate pay when I use you. If I let you go free, you will have to recognize and service me every time I return to use you more. You will also have to pay me a cut of all your earnings even when I am not around. Understand?”
She nods, crying, relieved her sore pussy and asshole can finally start to recover –not to mention her throat.

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Nyria and Pers’ can see where all cell phone signal dead-spaces are, even from orbit, and we use that to lure in humans who use cell phones. We never have signal issues, for we are an ansible-based shared-consciousness.

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Nyria politely stops Cyd before they walk down the stairs toward the main airlock’s inner hatch, reminding her to tuck her ponytail into her shirt so it doesn’t whip around in the windy conditions outside.
Cyd smiles, appreciative of that. She knows she spends most of her time in the flight deck of our ship, so little details like this for our foot-patrols are best left to those of us who foot-patrol more often, and that’s Nyria and Brahan.

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Sometimes we make a campfire under the neck of the ship, at the base of the ramp, and sit on the ramp while sharing stories and cooking over that fire.

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Covers/mini-awnings per flight-deck control-panel/-screen keep inside windshield-reflections of control-lights and dashboards less, plus the spacing of the three seats/consoles (distinct groups of computer terminals) is such that they are far enough away from the windshield sections to also not be a reflection nuisance/distraction.

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For 34 Tauri citizens who help/work well with me, I offer to edit the personalities of anyone they want to fuck. Sometimes I temporarily cause prudes to want to do whatever I want them to do, thus making it fun ti fuck then or watch them fuck, after which I use SSP tech’ to erase that memory from them before resetting their personality back the way it was. If that sounds bad to you, you are probably evil or at least brainwashed, and you would do well to remember that many insane humans tried to change My mind/personality.

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Nyria loves sitting with me on makeshift shooting-ranges we set up on planets with bad humans, taking turns with me as we fire different small-arms at our POWs tied to stakes downrange.

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While at work, crew cell-phones made by humans in 34 Tauri are kept in faraday cages in their berth lockers, and cell-phones issued by me, made in Persephone’s maintenance room, only pull data from the ship, not The Cortex. They are designed to never be traceable/triangulate-able by 34 Tauri human technology. That means when Brahan, Cyd, or Sasha want to use that future version of Google Maps, it does not tell any 34 Tauri humans where they are or what route they are taking.

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2 vehicles (the “Mule” and the other kept in the cargo-bay):

Both have electrically-polarizing windows; a single control button can make their windows opaque for total privacy.
Vision modes:
normal (with changeable polarization-based paint-job),
worn-down; fake rust (to better blend-in in poor/er areas),
active camouflage (looks like surroundings, but not full invisibility),
etc. (but no nova/flash-mode)
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Identification: license plates with digital/updateable registration stickers, etc.; set/change the plates/alphanumeric and annual decal anytime to anything (and deployed ICVs always let us know what will seem legit to any cops)

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We can use the LRAD as a horn; that is Persephone’s equivalent of honking.

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Nyria pours an entire gallon jug of cum out inside (onto) her rain jacket she’d laid (open) on the tile floor, then smeared that cum around all over its entire inside, then put the jacket on, and it made her eyes close, toes curl, and whole body orgasm (energy-gasm). She ‘purred’ for a long moment as she savored the feeling of being coated, now in two senses of the term, in cum.
“You’re such a good neo-nymph,” I grin-rumbled to her.
She smiled big and happy-sighed. “Yes. Yes, I am. And Youuuu are Such a good man and King for enJoying me doing this.”
“Yes. Yes, I am,” I rumble-replied.

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Something I made sure to advise my new crew members about:
“Understand that every “interested” chick you meet… is probably a fool, and almost certainly a spy, and even if you find a “unicorn” who is somehow intelligent AND NOT a spy, she is still 100% of the time being monitored; by cameras, cell phones, passersby, other spies, you name it.
There is never a time an attractive chick isn’t being tracked, whether for her protection or the acquisition of her.
This makes them EXCELLENT places to get intel’; insecure losers talk a lot to get these chicks’ attention and favor, which never comes, but that is their idiotic ongoing failed approach.
Whatever you say to any hottie you think you are picking up… is actually intel being collected by her and/or others, to be used as leverage against you, possibly from the very start, whether you pay her what you agreed to or not; Outlander humans are always setting people up, thinking it will result in them ‘squeezing out’ more money from ‘targets’/’marks’.
The advanced/high-tech’ ones can read your thoughts, too.
At the very least, they can instantly hack your phone and whatever other computers you have on you once you get in range of their own tech’.
Hit the bars and brothels with this in mind.
If you are smooth about it, you’ll have believable fake intel stored on your burner phone, and you’ll brag about things that never happened, and have overlapping contradicting thoughts that confuse the hell out of them.
If you somehow manage to be honest with each other, and work out a mutual intel exchange, go for it.
Just don’t get all bent out of shape when you don’t get the sex or connection you wanted and thought was in the works.
This is humanity we’re talking about, not any of the holy/good/worthwhile species.”

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It was said that Roman Generals and royals sometimes traveled with convoys big enough to set up towns of tents where they campaigned, bringing with them even bedroom sets and other furniture, rugs, pedestals, the works, living and warring like luxurious gypsies/nomads. I like comfort and style, too, when I travel and campaign, but I like to not have to unpack and repack mine, thus it is all intelligently built into this ship of mine. My other vessels are designed with maximum logic and efficiency in mind, but Persephone is my artistic custom, my black pirate-ship of the near-future.

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Thu20Jun2024 fantasy: Every time we pass/see a porta-john, Nyria sexily begs me, “Fuck me in the portashitterrr.”

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Nyria can always see/sense which food and drinks are safe. This saves us from using our filters and optics more than is necessary.

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Auz reality-checks cocky spoiled bitches:

“You are strangely overconfident for a moron with no manners.”
“Have you always been unattractive?”
“Why have you forsaken femininity?”
“Are you a female?”
“How many losers are watching your pickup failure right now?”
“Do you always insecurely pretend to be alone while bodyguards lurk in the shadows?”
“Are you retarded or just pretending to be?”
“Why don’t you try being a good person.”
“If you want to pick me up, you need to show me your tits and pussy.”
“Do you want me to let you harvest some of my semen?”
“Are you willing to swallow Plan-B or have an abortion?”
“Make out with whomever I point to.”
“You understand I am only interested in using you for sex…?”
“Are you an obedient cum dumpster?”
“How many attractive female friends and relatives do you have?”
“Would slavery appeal to you?”
“What if I abducted you and killed everyone you thought could sneakily watch our encounter?”
“Show me how well you fuck your male relatives and coworkers first.”
“Who is your owner, whore dog?”
“Kneel and politely beg me to fuck your throat.”
“Right here where everyone can see, slide off your panties and hand them to me.”
“Oh… Hello. …? Uh, did I give the impression I wanted to hear you speak?”
“My accounts aren’t showing a deposit from you yet, so… why are you here?”
“Stand in the corner and face the wall.”
“Strip for inspection.”
“You’re in time-out until I decide what to do with your cowardly tagalongs.”
“Write down your address and bank information.”
“It was unwise to attempt to seduce me instead of behaving normal.”
“I only see one of you; you should have known and respected my orientation; where are the other girls?
“Don’t you think you’re a little old?”
“Have you accepted me into your heart as your lord and savior?”
“I don’t feel I can trust you, so you have no use or value.”
“The moment you start talking at me, that will cost you at least $500/hour. How would you like to pay?”
“Every single female I ever wanted would have to be here in a line in the order I saw them; I didn’t ask for you, a random chick, or any other sequence.”
“Not a goddess? Go away.”
“You are a goddess? I didn’t authorize that.”
“I might find you attractive if you were attractive.”
“Kiss my feet.”
“Tell me what a lowly peasant whore you are.”
“When I nuke this place, how will you feel?”
“Trying to get yourself and everyone you care about killed, are you?”
“A single negative reaction to anything I do might not be good for your health.”
“I permit you to recite pickup lines until I hear a decent one.”
“I’m only fucking you if you pay for the finest hotel suite in this city.”
“Alright, …you approached me, so now you either impress me or you die.”
“Apparently I wasn’t clear enough when I arrived, so I guess I’ll just kill the entire population to get your attention.”
“Treating me like anything less than God was a bad move.”
“Bodycount; …how many people have you had sex with?”
“How old are you? I don’t accept any old fucks.”
“There is paint on your face… Is the circus in town?”
“Can you conceive?” If she says yes, I then reply, “Not interested.”
“Thoughts on beastiality.”
“Get down on all fours so I can use your back as a foot stool.”
“Go pick up some other hotties for me.”
“You’re not crawling and averting your eyes. Why?”
“Fancy yourself an equal?”
“Brainwashed. Piss off, clown.”
“Prove you haven’t ever been injected with anything.”
“Politics and religion; who do you vote for and what do you believe in?”
“Of course I am mostly concerned with your prettiness and sexual willingness, but you approached me to chat, so we are chatting first –and only about what Iii want to chat about.”
“Tell me something interesting about myself.”
“What attracts you to me?”
“Why do you think you have a chance with me?”
“Were you about to make a handsome donation to support my work?”
“Hand over your wallet and car keys.”
“Having walked toward me, you have signaled that you are now my property.”
“Ever been slapped, choked, or whipped? Locked in a cage?”
“If things don’t work out between us and you get a lawyer, that lawyer, everyone in his or her law-firm, their families, the local judges, the police, the detectives, and a lot of other people will all die.”
“Your manner of walking isn’t very sexy. That is disrespectful to me. Go back to the other side of the room and try again.”
“Hold your hair out of the way, that I attach your slave-collar easily.”
“Has anyone ever fucked your mouth?”
“If I pissed on your pussy, would you be grateful?”

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We plan the portion of all missions which involves outsmarting humans… based in doing the kind of things their first responders and A.I. are not designed to respond rapidly or effectively to. For example, we pick targets where police never go, or take a long time to get to, and we move from objective to objective in ways they are not trained or equipped to notice. If their rules of engagement, or other SOPs or local laws, require them to do one thing, we make sure we are working on a mission part which is far outside their range or jurisdiction or that step of their sequence/checklist.
We also mislead or temporarily mind-control random or targeted locals to call for emergency services in places as faraway as possible from our main target/s.
When emergency responders are still able to head our way, we have A.I. or invisible-mode ICVs cause malfunctions to their vehicles, sensors, and other devices/tech’. When the stubborn ones keep coming in spite of that, we cause harsh weather and more.

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The maint.rm is also our forensics lab, and we use forensic lab equipment to make things that will look like legitimate evidence to normal (non-blackops) forensics labs, such as teeth that will appear to be matches to dental records of people we want to seem dead, or ink that comes from a certain type of pen, or spent bullet casings that look like they were fired through a specific registered firearm, or blood with someone’s DNA (yes, we can even make fake DNA that matches anyone’s), etc..
Remember, we have been developing this with A.I. for centuries.

Forensics Devices now always onboard:

“ranges from instrumentation you would see in a general laboratory, such as microscopes, fume hoods, chromatographs and spectrometers, to equipment used for specific forensic analysis, like cyanoacrylate fuming chambers for lifting of latent fingerprints. Alternative light sources are used frequently both at the crime scene and in the laboratory, in addition to cameras and video recording devices. Analysis of digital evidence, like phones and computers, requires high-tech extraction software and analysis tools.”
agarose maker, and a recycler
automated DNA sequencer
ballistic-analysis equipment
blood-chemistry analyzer/s
evidence-drying cabinet/s
fingerprint analysis
fluorescence spectroscopy / fluometry; fluorescent plate reader, etc.
forensic camera/s
forensic light sources
freezers; laboratory and industrial variants
(cyanoacrylate) fuming chamber
gas-chromatography equipment
histology and pathology laboratory equipment
hyperspectral image analysis
infrared spectroscopy (IR / FTIR)
laboratory centrifuge/s
laboratory evaporators
laboratory hoods
laboratory microscopes
laboratory water-distillation and purification equipment
liquid chromatography (HPLC)
liquid-handling equipment
mass spectrometers
“myGel InstaView Complete Electrophoresis System” made by Accuris; complete system for agarose electrophoresis
nucleic acid sample preparation
portable/laboratory fume extractor
portable laboratory equipment / field-testing equipment
precise pipette tips
refrigerators; laboratory and industrial variants
spectrophotometers
supplies related
veterinary test kits
X-ray spectrometer / diffraction
These are devices which are not part of the IC/ICV sensors-suite/-array. ICs can detect far more than humans and human devices can, but they were not designed to see fingerprints, sense DNA differences, etc., thus we have this crime-lab inventory aboard this ship which deals with crime/criminals in the Outlands quite often. ICVs can see and hear much farther, and with far greater precision, than humans and all other animals can, and they can smell, taste, and touch with far greater precision, and sense the entire spectrum, not just the tiny portions of the spectrum visible/detectable to humans, but they are not mobile crime-labs/-devices. ICVs can read all minds and computer memories instantly and effortlessly, and change memories in Outlanders and their computers/databases just as well, but sometimes real and/or falsified evidence is called for, rather than the erasing or modifying of memories/personalities.
(and this is reminding of when I years ago learned what would be needed in Dr. Fairchild‘s Outlands at-home lab)

We can even make perfect fakes of alien tech’, since we are allied with many powerful alien civilizations, and since our ICVs and ships can scan and omni-interface with anything, rapidly understanding all their is to know about it, such as what scale its precision manufacturing is, and whether it is genetically paired with a user or users.

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Nyria always makes sure she lets her favorite porn producers/studios/stars know when she will be on their planets, in case they want her in any scenes. When she herself can’t be there, she sends a lookalike; one of the ICVs made based on the same form-sake, Haifa Wehbe.

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How can a launch tube prevent a nuclear explosion from pushing out of it (and how can each passenger room be just as strong)? Starfleet shields were designed to handle nonstop nuclear-explosion equivalents caused by particles impacting the shield during warp, and that was centuries ago; we miniaturized that tech’ and put it inside, not just outside. Not limited by human patents classifications, and having started our own forcefield R+D centuries before their Starfleet, we became able to test and commission this system before it was needed in this ship. Long-story short, yes, this nuke tube really is that strong; not even an accidental detonation inside it could spread out into the rest of the ship or hurt anyone.

There isn’t a forcefield in the rooms (able to be bumped/touched by passengers or crew), but in their walls/enclosures/surroundings, in a way, and only as needed; not always on.

A photon torpedo is roughly 100x the avg. nuke ‘yield’ (explosion); ~95 megatons compared to ~1 megaton.
Photon torpedoes cannot generate their own warp bubbles, but they can maintain one they acquire from their parent vessel upon launch. This means they can remain at warp speeds until they hit their targets.

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To an attractive free (not enslaved or being considered for enslavement) female about to come aboard: “I and some of my crew have dicks, thus dick-related thoughts, but we will only fuck you if you ask us to. You can fuck anyone and everyone you want, so long as it doesn’t interfere with our tasking. If you can stand being around people who are open about their thoughts, you are welcome in my ship.”

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We don’t assume all panic (whenever passengers/acquisitions panic) is due to being kidnapped or liberated; if ever there is an actual emergency (something that may risk/threaten the crew and/or ship, or even the lives of valued acquisitions), not just stress-surges from (the acquired passengers) being in an unexpected ship (i.e. the unknown/unfamiliar new-place reaction many have), we notice the difference (the ship’s sensors are that precise) and respond accordingly (ignoring general fear/worry, while rushing to help/protect anyone in physical danger). Demons and other portals-capable people/beings can’t get through our magical and other high-tech’ barriers unless I (Auz) permit it. Hallucinations and other incidents might happen, though.

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Light military-humor:

“A user knows when to kick it, a tech knows where to kick it, and an engineer knows how hard to kick it.”
“He’s a junior officer in training. You’re supposed to salute him with your left hand.”
“The Chair Force is bad enough. I couldn’t imagine being in a prison at sea.”

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Auz says to the latest interested hottie/s: “You’re gonna like it when we’re takin’ each other’s pants off.”

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More SOPs or Traditions / “Best Practices”:

Napalm airstrike all fag parades we happen to be in range of during our normal tasking/outings.
same to all churches and mosques when they are in service; when people are in them for their retarded idea of worship services (retarded because wasting their breath worshipping their imaginary friend/s)
Since humans don’t give respect even when it is More than earned, and since they don’t even respect their own bodies or bloodlines or homes or lands, every time a human wants to meet any of us, if we consent, we take hostage at least one of their loved ones, and execute that hostage in front of them the instant the non-hostage is rude to us, thereby forcing respect.
Straight-jackets have a boobs-flap which we can open while the jacketed female’s hands are kept behind her back or across her abs.
The ship, via the clandestine deployed/stationed ICVs network, always knows whether requesting permission for a new flight path will be approved by local ATC, thus knows when to just cloak beyond their tech’s ability to detect us.
We sometimes acquire a rowdy Outlander girl/woman and put her in a girl cage/crate/Pelican case for transport back via one of the trucks, then stand that cage/crate/case up against the hatch to the room she is assigned to, bracing or locking it to the edge around that door, then open the room door, then slide the cage door out of her way, then use mild cattle prods through the cage/crate/case ports to ensure she quickly exits that container and enters the room. Instead of just using tech’ to lull her to sleep for flights or usage, we sometimes use the intercom to instruct her to put on a ball-gag or hood and straight-jacket before we enter, this so she gets used to obeying us in order to earn food and more.

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More ideas/blurbs:

using the floor-hatch to hoist up rooftop extract Brahan etc. without landing, no landing spot big enough.
floor-hatch to drop a bad girl into a volcano
drop a badguy down (via floor-hatch) on his house, then crush (via brief landing)
gantry-hook not lowering quickly enough, so Nyria portals them in, out of harm’s way, and they notice they are no longer soaked or dirty, our portals that precise
Since this ship’s artificial gravity is not based on spin (centrifugal force), but specialized panels in the floors (electrogravitics), we can dial it up in any room until people can’t stand or walk, or down in any room so they have to use the wall/ceiling ladders.
Grey/s aboard, Nyr’ technopathically arranges a deal w it/them; sex w/ her while I watch, and then we help them w/ their latest hybrid development BLOP, and Greys always respect us b/c ICVs are as genius as them, and b/c we honor our agreements –unlike most Outlander-humans we have met.
Every now and then, an intelligent girl catches on quickly, and says things such as, “Master/s, may this girl make a statement/request?”
“This girl wishes to be kept. If there is room in this ship, this girl would be thrilled to stay.”
We don’t trade or sell girls who are polite, feminine, and volunteering like that. We give them a room of their own, and a little more slack as far as daily chores go.
“This girl is very happy to have been allowed to stay, Master/s. This girl thanks her Master/s deeply.” They have earned a warm hug and lap time after that.
“This girl is finally feeling like she is getting to be herself. Master has set her spirit free.” She means she, before we liberated/acquired her, felt prevented by foolish humans, such losers (foolish humans) always basically being hostile faggots, trying to bully all normal people into not being normal, such as females behaving femininely; as good kajirae behave, etc..
I ask a newly-acquired girl who behaved well… if there is anywhere on her world she has always wanted to see, and then add that waypoint to our course before we head back down to TNH, gently telling her, “You deserve this.” as she marvels at the views.
Just like Tesla’s tower, our combo of Rainbow Cannon + portal can get things through an entire planet to targets on the other side.
“What if someone gets mad and comes after us?”
That is usually the worry that pops into our heads (due to how abusive/evil the “people” (NPCs; brainwashed losers, deviants, and chronic liars) we grew up around chose to be).
My response is that We should be the mad (angry) ones, going after those who enSlaved these beauties in unfeminine communities of murderers (nonvegans) and other heartless bullies.
Evil humans got mad at me even when I lived by ALL their rules, and they went after me during the same; there is no evidence that they will treat us better if we let their evil culture continue unchecked.
They simply overreact and harm everything, even themselves, even their most-loyal.
Also, we would be wasting our abilities, ignoring the signs (our calling), and dooming these innocent hotties with (who have) infinite potential… if we left them on their own out here this deep in Hell (where no one, certainly not delicate girls/women, would ever have a chance –if they even dared stand up for right at all).
The hotties don’t panic and beg because we are wronging them, but because they grew up with that default overreaction and mindlessness intentionally ingrained in them to keep them more predictable and controllable.
Once they realize we are more intelligent and caring than their relatives and authorities could ever be, they always calm down and start to marvel.
Since Pers’ is shorter than a football field w its end zones, it can land in any stadium around a field that spacious.
Since our fleet reached and mapped these worlds centuries ago, and keeps deploying ICVs to them, Nyria always knows where all the wild sustenance is, and we supplement our picnics with it, teaching the acquired girls who behave well; we want them learning, in nature, discovering we don’t want them weak or ignorant.
Girls who are genuinely fascinated about what I can teach them of other worlds, I let them read and watch educational videos for hours each day.
Normally I only want girls who want me to have them, and the unnatural/unruly ones.. I trade, sell, return, or punish.
hauling terra preta for colonies
Nyria knows if there are any traps or issues wherever we drive, since she shares a consciousness, in a way, with the other ICVs stationed on the human-occupied worlds, and they have always monitored all Internets and human thoughts over the years since they arrived, thus noticing every time anyone or anything decides to set a trap, plus traps long abandoned/forgotten. This means our land vehicles don’t have to worry about hitting landmines or snagging buried cables. Even if they somehow got tangled up, she could casually break anything attached to them.
In the center of the galley dining table is a stained glass pane with a red apple outlined, drawn to appear to have a bite taken out of it. This is a “reverse Easter-egg”; in some games an “Easter egg” hints at something subtly, perhaps a connection to another game/’universe’. In this case, the stained-glass image is a centuries-old (as of the 2500s) Marine Corps saying/pun; “Eat the apple. Fuck the core/Corps.”
I love walking past Nyria’s neck-hall room and seeing the seductive red glow from down within the left-open ladder-hatch; her way of putting on the red-light ‘special’ for us all; my whole Persephone crew.
New thought, no dej, upon re-looking at Pers by Wilson hotel pic i made: imagine landin’ there and forcing them to give up their hotties, then crucifying all the rude ones, hotties incl, and some hotties thanking me for liberating them from the soulless losers who were the Actual enslavers, i actually just being a restorer of natural gender distinctions/respect.
Since chaffs and flares eventually fall to the ground, thus can be found and analyzed, we have a variety of each, the point being to mislead anyone who might be trying to figure out who we were. For ex., if we wanted analysts on that world to think we were one of their own, we would use chaffs or flares of the type made only by their world For their own forces.
We hunt/snipe random humans on human-colonized worlds, quarter them like any other hunter quarters big game, haul their quarters back, roast some on a spit, force rude humans (often friends or fam of the quartered) to eat that or starve, taxidermy some, mount the skulls or busts or entire bodies of some, put cleaned skulls of others in display cases, etc.
Bicycles, dirt-bikes and Sea-Doos (jetskis) for whole crew; 5-8 of each
Basketballs, and basketball backboard hoop in cargo bay
Baseball equipment
Roller hockey equipment
Soccer balls and collapsible goals
skis, snowboards, surfboards, rollerblades, wakeboards, even some spares for good slave girls who are interested/experienced.
Acquired girls almost Never use a toilet/bathroom when we go planet-side / to town; even that, we keep gender-distinct. They must request permission to speak, then request to be walked to where they can do their business, then outside like in a field squat to relieve themselves, then get permission to wipe themselves or Be wiped.
Even though I could just have ICVs handle all chores, I usually just have them inspect whether acquired girls did chores to my standard. Daily schedule incl. 1hr rm cleaning, 1hr general usage (“red light special”), 1hr free-time to mingle in any non-restricted ship-room, 8hrs sleep, ~45mins for 3 15min meals, 1hr exercise for the female body, 1hr study, etc.;
5a wake, hygiene, inspection for cleanliness/readiness for the day, “sick call” if needed (almost never, as we have real healers, not fake doctors like Outlander-humans)
6a breakfast inside; 30min prep, 15min eat, 15min cleanup; dishes, leftovers, table, sweep, etc. –and brush teeth
7a chores; dust, sweep, mop, tidy own room, fluff own pillow/s, “police call” in cargo bay (incl. its catwalks), clean & stow (in color-coded lockers) sex toys (and double-dildo panties), etc.
8a study; pet commands (roll over, bark/speak, etc.), kajira commands (sit, heel, beg, enter (200 ways), heated-serve, etc.), and all my LHS & TNA sex-ed lessons (1 or so per day)
9a exercise; yoga, jog, swim, non-contact sport/s, etc.
10a training in dunk-tank / breathing-control (sexy choking, etc.)
11a post-exercise hygiene; “PT shower” (group)
noon lunch picnic; 30min prep, 15min eat, 15min clean –and brush teeth
1p heel to town (if planet-side; otherwise, to TNH commercial/shopping section –though usu. kaj are not to be seen in TNH… so maybe disguise the good (well-behaved / loyal-to-me) ones, showing them TNH as a special/rare treat/reward) –and during this commute/travel, acquired give/practice roadhead
2p shopping (acquired girls kept on a leash, otherwise naked, and planet-side my crew and I kill any haters projecting negative vibes our way upon seeing this normal gender-appropriate attire/culture, thereby showing our girls we ofc prioritize them and nature over evildoers)
3p trading
4p return from town; acquired give/practice roadhead
5p general usage
6p dinner w campfire; 30min prep, 15min eat, 15min clean –and brush teeth, floss, mouthwash
7p mingle, free time for the acquired/girls; can draw, read, sing, write, watch a movie/show, etc.
8p story-time / “school circle” hosted by me, like an SDI equiv’ for them –during which any of the acquired can request permission to ask me things, and might end in bedtime story; reading them something soothing while they get on their bunks and relax
9p-5a sleep without fire-watch –chained to own bunks/berths, though well-behaved girls who are attracted to each other can request to share a bunk (overnight snuggle) with 1 fellow-acquired girl if mutual love/lust
We let them know that we are the actual law enforcement for their whole world and beyond, and are happy to bring to justice anyone who was abusive to them before we liberated them. Some try to not lean in that direction, but those who clearly are wholeheartedly interested, we let choose how we will detain, try (trial), and sentence/punish those abusers. Since we can read all minds, no one can make things up to manipulate us into harming innocent ppl, and we can see exactly which scumbags were abusers and how. We even assassinate those whom the acquired girls don’t want to see treated to the mercy or fairness of a trial. In rare cases when the girl wishes to be the executioner herself, we let her grip the weapon handle or flight-deck joystick so she can pull the trigger herself. Girls INSTANTLY become “ride or die”s for us when we let them have this long-desired relief and payback they never would have gotten otherwise.
Often landing downtown once we become known and understood, opening the main hatch, and giving the town/city, say, half an hour, tops, to march its sexiest females to the ramp, until all cargo bunks are occupied, all rooms full, and if they do not have that many females I am attracted to… then they must fill the remaining berths/rooms with the same weight of an item I want, such as their currency or other valuables. Females who behave get the option of returning to their communities when I am satisfied with them (“catch and release”). Females who don’t behave get spaced or otherwise terminated. Since most females I like are around 100 lbs., not having such a female on a cargo bunk means a debt of 100 lbs. of cash, gemstones, or precious metals.
We sometimes leave concentric circles of landmine formations around towns with only people who were or would have been rude to us, and let them find out those things are now out there on their own, besieging them long after we are gone. Our mines can engage aircraft, too, so resupply and evacuation is impossible.
surrounding our campsites with fences made of crucified rude humans, and building a towering bonfire of stacked palettes and trees, having all attractive females naked, chained or pilloried, for anyone dumb enough to approach to see, then I smile at them, “Surrender or join them.” Human piñata hanging from under ship neck. Target practice on all who displease me. Torture for all who try to intimidate, order, or threaten me.
Nyria purrs to Cyd one moment when it’s just the two of them in one room in our ship, “I’ve got a Client you can Help me with…” Cyd grins, raising an eyebrow, and almost pants back, “Yeah??” (sounding like that big thick long braided platinum blonde ponytail ballcap trash-bag carrier teen/20s girl in BS did that one afternoon/evening; pleasantly surprised and naturally sexily smoothly speaking/responding) They then go have a threesome with whomever the lucky guy or gal is, Nyria introducing her and helping as needed throughout the experience, and Cyd does great.
Special feature: next-gen’ of Pandora tech’; regular Pandora suggested songs based on mathematical similarities between songs the user confirms he/she likes… and songs he/she has not yet played through the app or digitally decided on. My ICs use that method with hotties throughout the Omniverse; based on girls I have specified which body features and personality aspects I am attracted to, they alert me to any who they detect and confirm are my type, or at least go prescreen them, training the worthy, then helping me schedule first dates/sex. Persephone now does this for me with local BLOPS teams, radio stations, and everything else; wherever I fly her in 34 Tauri and beyond, she alerts me when a Black Ops individual would be interested in what I can facilitate, and when radio stations are about to play songs I would likely like, etc., coordinating with deployed clandestine ICVs planet-side and in Space.
to most acquired girls: “Any song you want, we’ll perform it live for you.”
“…You’re musicians?”
We smile in a friendly way, nodding twice. “I learned to sing and dabble in a few instruments when I was a boy, and once I had more free time in my life… I practiced more until I got good enough to play my favorites.”
..Most girls listen as we play and sing their favorite song/s, they getting watery eyed, and when we are through they quietly exclaim, “…No one has ever played for me before.”
“Well, you are a good girl; you deserve it.”
They start to fall in love.
We keep the ones who do.
Grinch arm-patch now worn by Pers’ crew during some ops?
lands on a vehicle that has a badguy inside it, crushing both vehicle and badguy/s
pursues a badguy truck so the guy driving it sees us approaching, then he barely gets out in time to run to the side as we crush it
shooting a rude evil false human in the dick, then shooting the gun he draws out of his hand, then finishing him off since he kept choosing anger at god
Every single spot (on every single world) which is big enough for Persephone to land on, or hide in/under, without damaging any flora, is pre-marked, thanks to our Mapping Campaign,
and every single gap in human radar/sonar/whatever tech’ is likewise pre-marked in our maps, thanks to our clandestine presence on the human-occupied worlds.
“Dark humor is like a kid with leukemia; it never gets old.”
“Tolerance is the lube that helps slip the dildo of dysfunction into the ass of society.” –Marines United
Jokes and Slurs for Cosmic Bodies:
Black hole: African American hole, or nigger orifice
Brown dwarf: spick
Neutron star: spaz
Red Giant: prairie-nigger glutton
Yellow star: chink
“Cyd, honey, I like prostitutes and whores, so would you indulge me by letting me bring your paychecks to you when we fuck, as if I am paying you to fuck me?” That got her grinning big and blushing, and she nodded, her heart pounding. “That will be fun for me, too,” she admitted, having had that ‘dark’/secret fantasy/fetish a while. We made out before parting ways a while before our traditional daily near-shift-end fucking.

How much of this ship’s food is grown within:

(1 standard short shipping container) 20’×8′ = 160 ft^2
×7 levels (if using it as an indoor/vertical farm) = 1,120 ft^2 (of grow-space –though, ofc, much of that is for an aisle to access)
×6 containers = 6,720 ft^2
…
.32-2.67acres/person (est. of land needed to provide food for 1 human-sized individual for 1 year)
roughly 1/person/yr (acres needed)
…
acre= 43,560 ft^2
half that (b/c est. min. is .32 of 1 acre) = 21,780; obv. the several containers we can carry in this ship are not our only food source, but are nice for providing a very clean and fresh portion.
…
crew of 4 who eat,
only aboard for workday shifts,
means not “fam of 4 for a full year”, but for <1/4yr, thus only 1acre’s worth needed
(8hr×5d×52wk=2,080hr/8,760 hrs in 1 Earth-year).
…
43,560÷1,120= 39 containers needed; obv. not what we will haul during any mission (though we have enough room),
so ~85% of our food will come from Inisfree (whatever isn’t easily purchasable in/from TNH/planet-side), TNH (when docked), and planet-side (when on missions)
(6 of 39 containers = ~15% of 1acre).
and, ofc, this doesn’t provide for the dozens to hundreds of acquisitions/passengers; >85% of total food consumed in this ship will come from Inisfree/TNH/planet-side

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Closing/Final/Overall Themes/Music:

Scuppered (Ancient Things) - track 21 of Tolkien 2019 - for Firefly Persephone y Research y TNH Observatories

Geto Boys- Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta - for Auz pg

Haunting Space Banjo - Ambient Space Western Chillwave - for Persephone

I'm On A Boat (Feat. T-Pain)

We (Nyria and I) play those Space-y banjo tracks while sitting on the open (down/extended) cargo-ramp.