Dodge Station Part One: Welcome Wagon By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. * * * Authors Notes As much as I have enjoyed reading and using Mr. X's Delta City heroines and villains, I wanted to try creating something that was wholely my own. This is my first and perhaps last attempt at doing that. It might turn out to be an ongoing series, so I slapped the "Part one" on the title just in case. No promises or threats. Dodge Station and all the characters in this story are my own creation though some are obviously (I hope) parodies of other characters from comics and books. Feel free to use Dodge Station and its inhabitants in your own stories. I probably put too much exposition in this story, but that was done on purpose to try and give you a feel for what type of universe this is. If there are additional parts to this series, I will try and add in more details in a more measured fashion. You can contact me or send all feedback using : Troi@hotmail.com * * * "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be docking at Dodge Station in just under an hour," said the smooth voice of Captain Barry Walker of the combined freight and transport ship Saskatchewan. "Passengers exiting here can claim their luggage in the customs reception area. We will be docked here for approximately eight hours for refueling and unloading cargo. Thank you for travelling with Interstellar Spaceways." "And if you are smart, you will change your mind about getting off here," came the muttered and obviously not meant for public broadcast comment of Co-Pilot Andrea Johnstone before the captain closed the mic. That unprofessional though probably truthful comment would likely have resulted in the co-pilot being transferred to the worst run Intersteller Spaceways had, except she was already on it. * * * Christie Daniels stared at the viewscreen in her small cabin as her space station came closer and closer, growing larger before her hazel eyes. Ok, it wasn't 'her' station in the sense that she owned it, Dodge Station was the property of TerraCorp and she would probably never earn enough money in her entire lifetime to have made one billionth the worth of the station. Still, it was 'her' station in that one Christie Daniels was the new third, junior assistant to the station commander's administrative assistant. It was also 'hers' as the newly assigned member of the Defender corps. That first identity was obviously not a secret to anyone, but the second was supposed to be to everyone except the person she was replacing on the station. The Defender Corps was the creation of the Protectors, a race of small, bald, orange skinned aliens who were the oldest sentient race in the known galaxy. Just how old their race was or where their home planet was located was unknown to anyone but them. Their self proclaimed mission was to establish and maintain law and order in the galaxy. This was done through two organizations they had created. First, there was the Blue Crystal Corp, whose members patrolled the vast stretches of intersteller space and dealt with large scale threats such as pirates, slavers, ravaging hordes of alien would be conquerors and so forth. The Defender Corps on the other hand were assigned to specific worlds or space stations to handle more mundane, localized threats to stability like smugglers and serial killers. Sometimes the line between the two corps and their responsibilities got a little blurred, but basically the Blue Crystal Corps handled the big stuff and the Defender Corps handled the small stuff. There were always rumours that there were descendants of earlier Earth heroes like Sensational Man, Fantastic Woman and Arachnoboy who had some or all of the powers of their famous ancestors, but the two Protector backed corps contained the only active superheroes among the worlds of humanity. Christie Daniels was the newest and rawest recruit to the Defender Corps and Dodge Station was her first assignment. As the station grew larger on the view screen, Christie reviewed what she knew about the station from the briefing documents provided by the Protector Council. Dodge Station had been given that name by a member of the survey and construction team some fifty Earth years ago who had gone on to become the first station commander. No one seemed to know why he had called it that other than he had said it reminded him of a town in an old Western he had seen. No one seemed to know what a Western was either and no one could ask him now since he had been killed two years after the station commenced operation. He had in fact been murdered in one of the local bars on the docking ring and his murder was still an open case in the Defender Corps records. Whatever the orgin of the name might have been, Dodge Station had the reputation as being the wildest and most dangerous space station of humanity. It was located the farthest from Earth and was where the first contact with sentient aliens had been made. It had been intended as the jumping off point for a new, second wave of exploration and colonization. Much of that was currently on hold as the Earth government tried to decide what to do about those pesky aliens who claimed to own a lot of the planets in this area in space by virtue of having evolved on them. They were also pesky because some of those scaled, winged, tentacled and othered aliens had a level of technology equal to or even greater than that of humanity which meant ignoring them or stomping all over them wasn't really an option. Another rare, but not totally unique thing about Dodge Station was that it did not orbit a colony world as was the norm. Instead, it orbited a large gas giant of a planet called Wyatt, again for reasons unknown. The reason Dodge orbited Wyatt was the almost inexaustible supply of Hydrogen that the gas giant could provide for reactor mass of fusion powered ships. Wyatt had over a dozen moons and moonlets, with the largest one Earp under consideration for a colony as it had a marginally breathable atmosphere that could be upgraded and a gravity about 80% of Earth. When the ship was safely docked and the captain gave an 'all clear' announcement, Christie joined the queue of people exiting the ship onto the docking ring where signs directed them to the customs and baggage area. Since Dodge Station was technically still part of Earth even though it was hundreds of light years from the planet, it was more of a customs station along the lines of being given an introduction to the customs aboard the station. That meant an actual printed pamphlet on station safety procedures, assignment of housing for new residents and being given a combination wrist communicator and location device. The housing required a 25% deposit on the rent for the first month which was automatically deducted from a person's bank account using the nifty wrist communicator whose cost was also automatically charged to the person's account as well. Since new arrivals didn't have a bank account yet on the station, they could submit credit chips via a scan from the communicator to establish one, with the attendant service charge of course. The only difference for tourists, as if Dodge Station had such a thing, was they would be directed to a hotel where they would pay for their lodgings. A few crew members getting off the ship for R&R were not subject to this procedure as that was all done automatically for them with their ship communicators being tuned to the local frequency. With these preliminaries taken care of, Christie located a transport tube that would take her from the docking ring to the central core of the station. Dodge Station itself was laid out much like space stations had been pictured in that nearly defunct genre of entertainment called Science Fiction hundreds of years previously. There was a central core that was shaped like a cylinder, a kilometre in diameter with 105 levels. Twelve evenly spaced Sspokes ran out from the central core to the docking ring which had an outer diameter of three kilometers and was 250 meters wide with a height equal to five levels of the center core. The central core was where most of the office and living space was, with the docking ring mainly dedicated to dealing with the needs and details of shipping. It was where passengers and cargo entered and exited the station along with the warehouses for cargo and some habitation for those passengers and the people of the station who worked on the docking ring. It also housed numerous bars, restaurants and brothels, the latter supposedly highly regulated and monitored with the legalization of prostitution or 'Paid Companionship' as the actual Earth law called it. The five levels of the core that were where the spokes connected were mainly for administrative offices for the station itself and businesses that wanted to be close to the action. These levels were numbered A1 to A5. The 50 levels above them were +1 to +50 and the 50 levels below were -1 to -50. For no good reason other than tradition, the plus levels were more prestigious and the higher your address, the richer you had to be to afford the rent. The very top floor was totally devoted to a large casino and expensive restaurants with a few luxury suites. The lower down you went from the administration levels, the smaller and more crowded became the apartments. Christie found a seat in the transport tube pod along with half a dozen other newcomers to Dodge as evidenced by the suitcases they were all clutching. Apparently like her, they had all of their belongings to start a new life crammed into one case since extra luggage would have constituted an extra charge by Intersteller Spaceways. 'Fuel is incredibly expensive' was the mantra always used to justify those extra charges even though Hydrogen from planets like Wyatt was plentiful and cheap to extract. It only appeared expensive since the Hydrogen was passed through a number of middlemen who each added huge markups to help pay their corporate executive bonuses. The transport tube ran through one of the spokes that connected the docking ring to the central core and the trip would only take a few minutes. They were barely thirty seconds out of the docking ring, however when the pod unexpectedly came to a screeching halt. Along with the other passengers, Christie looked around trying to figure out what was going on. Had there been some type of malfunction? Christie raised her new communicator to her mouth to call for help, hesitating briefly while she considered where to direct the call. Before she could activate the communicator, however, the pod doors slid open and two masked men holding weapons stepped on board. "Everyone stay calm and no one will get hurt," said the man on Christie's right. "Don't bother with your communicators," he said addressing this to Christie who was frozen with it next to her mouth. "They are being blocked." "Now hand over all your credit chips and those communicators," said the man on her left. He was several centimeters taller than his companion and was holding out a canvas tote. "You can't take my chips," wailed one of the female passengers. They are all I have to live on!" Cry me a river lady," laughed the man as he pointed the gun at her head and sobbing, she got the point and reached into her pocket for the chips. "Hey nice tits on this one," said the shorter robber as he stopped in front of Christie. before she could react, he stuffed his weapon in his jacket pocket and reached out to grope one of her breasts in each hand and gave them a squeeze. Christie was outraged, but there seemed nothing she could do about this groping as her Defender suit was in her suitcase and third junior assistants didn't beat the crap out of a pair of thugs. On the other hand though, Christie thought, it didnt look like she needed to worry about it as she saw a lithe figure in a skin tight black suit swing down from the top of the pod and through the door. "Well if it isn't the James brothers," said the newcomer as she paused with the approved hands on hips pose to sneer at the two robbers. Her costume was a skin tight, one piece black suit withthe the "DC" logo of the Defender Corps discreetly done in silver on the upper swell of the left breast. The tightness of the outfit certainly emphasized the large size of those breasts. The woman had a black belt with numerous small pouches around her waist and her face was totally covered with what looked like a polished silver metal shield, but which Christie knew was actually an energy barrier that was projected by the suit to completely hide any identifiable facial features, but still offered no obstruction to the vision of the wearer. Allt Defenders looked virtually identical and thus interchangeable. As with Christie coming to Dodge Station to replace the current Defender, the switch could be made with no one even knowing it had been done so as to protect her civilian identity. The suit also modified the weaer's voice so that vocal patterns could not be used to identify them. The two robbers spun around to gape at the woman. "It's that damn Defender broad Frank," said the shorter one who had been molesting Christie's boobs. "I've got eyes you moron," snapped Frank, "and I told you not to use my name when we were pulling a job!" "Sorry Frank, I plum forgot," said the second robber. "What we gonna do?" "What do you think?" snarled Frank. "Use your fucking weapon, Jesse!" and he began to raise his own weapon to point at the costumed woman. Before he could pull the trigger, however, she snapped a kick at his hand and with a cry, he dropped it and clutched his wrist. Jesse fumbled in his pocket for his gun but never got it out as the Defender spun on one foot and kicked him hard in the head which sent him crashing against the wall of the pod and then to slump down unconscious. Turning back to Frank, she easily blocked a punch from his good hand and slammed a couple of blows to his kidneys before putting him out of his misery with an uppercut to the chin. The woman stood posed with one booted foot on the chest of Frank to regard the passengers. "Sorry for the bad Welcome Wagon treatment from these two bozos. This rescue brought to you by the Defender Corps. I hope you will enjoy your stay in our fair station." She cocked an ear at sounds from outside the pod. "It sounds like security is finally showing up. Once again, welcome to Dodge Station!" she bowed and disappeared out the door. * * * Christie's assigned quarters were on level -23 in the core which meant an area about three times the size of her cramped cabin on Saskatchewan. Since that area represented kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and living room, it sounded like it was bigger than it was. You had better not be claustrophobic if you lived on a station unless you were very rich and living up in the high positives thought Christie as she looked around her apartment. Security had hauled away the hapless robbers and all the passengers had been allowed to continue their interrupted trip with the proviso they had to go to the security office to give a statement by the end of the next day. The door admitence chime rang and despite herself, Christie jumped and felt her heart rate elevate before she got it under control. She pressed a button by the door and looked at the small security screen to see a dark skinned woman standing outside. "Yes?" she said into the mic. "I'm Mosha Sandusky," said the woman with a smile that showed almost glowing white teeth. "Oh," said Christie and hit another button to open the door. "Er, Midnight happens earlier in summer," she said as the woman paused in the doorway. "Dawn comes always at the same time," replied Mosha and when Christie nodded, she stepped inside and the door closed. "I almost forgot the pass phrase," confessed Christie with a shy smile. "Actually, that was last week's pass code," laughed Mosha. "I figured you didn't realize that because of the long trip out here. It's easy to lose track of the days." Christie blushed at the rookie mistake she had made and gestured for the other woman to have a seat in one of the two small chairs that pretty much constituted the living room section of the apartment along with a small video screen mounted on the wall. "You are leaving on the Saskatchewan?" she asked, knowing it was a dumb question since another ship wasn't due here for another week. "Oh and that was a pretty neat job you did with those two guys on the pod." "Thanks, but those two are pretty incompetent as you probably noticed," replied Mosha as she sat down. "And yeah, I'm leaving on the Saskatchewan. I just came to brief you and then I have to go pack." She reached into a pocket and pulled out a small black cube with a green light glowing on one face. "Um, you did remember to turn on your scrambler didn't you?" "Oh damn," said Christie colouring at her second huge mistake in minutes and she fumbled in her own pocket to retrieve an identical device. A glowing green light appeared on it when she pressed down on one side. "It's ok as long as one of us did," said Mosha, "but you have to remember to use it. TerraCorp routinely bugs all the apartments and yes it is against the law, but that doesn't stop them." Christie nodded. "So, why doesn't someone go after them then?" "Boy are you squeaky new," chuckled Mosha. "But the Defender Corps is supposed to uphold the law, all the laws for everyone," protested Christie. "I guess I was that naive once too," replied Mosha. "Look there are a lot of things I can and probably should tell you, but there isn't time and you won't likely believe me until you experieince some of them for yourself. There are things going on in the galaxy, in TerraCorp, in the Earth government, on this station and in the fucking corps itself. Things are not what they seem and you will soon learn that is a maxim you have to live with, or you won't be living long." "I don't understand," cried Christie with increasing alarm. "You can't just come in, give me some mysterious hints and then take off. What is it you are talking about?" Mosha sighed. "I bet you bought the Protector Council bullshit about how if you do a good job as a Defender, you might one day graduate to the Blue Crystal Corps?" When Christie nodded, Mosha went on. "Haven't you noticed that all the members of the Blue Crystal Corps are male and of course all the Defender Corps is female?" "Yes, but they said there was some incompatibility between women and the blue power crystals," said Christie. "The Protector who recruited me told me they are working on it and he was confident that incompatibility would soon be eliminated." "They have been saying that same line for over a hundred years," retorted Mosha. "It is just like with the restrictions on becoming Earth President or Pope." "But, we had a female Earth President," began Christie. "Oh yes, Mary Higgins," sneered Mosha. "She was President when the first colonies tried to secede and they blamed that on her. Women are too weak to control power at the highest political levels was the conclusion though no one will say that out loud. It is just coincidence that 112 years have gone by without another female President. As for Pope, it was the fourteenth Vatican Council that finally allowed a woman to become Pope. The problem is all the fucking Cardinals are men and somehow they haven't ever founda female qualified to hold the position and that is saying something when we have a genetic clone of Mother Theresa running around with something like 17 PhD's in everything from Theology to Quantum Physics." "But ...," Christie tried again. "Do you know how many of the37 current station commanders are female?" asked Mosha. "Don't bother answering, because the Rigelians who don't have any hands can still count that high on their nonexistent fingers." "If that is how you feel, why are you still in the corps?" asked Christie who felt shaken by the other woman's cynical views. "You don't quit the Corps," replied Mosha with a shake of her head. "I've asked for reassignment and they had to grant that according to policy since I have been here three years. I got sent here for asking some uncomfortable questions like those. I still only know a small part of the big picture of what is really going on and I need to go somewhere besides the ass end of the galaxy to find the answers." "I still don't understand what you are getting at," said Christie. "Never mind," said Mosha waving it away. "It is maybe better for you to remain ignorant and I don't mean that as an insult. It is just safer for you is all. Maybe you should just forget I said anything. You know how it is when you use yur implant don't you? It gives you the power, but it also drives you fucking crazy by making you horny enough to want to jump the bones of one of those Rigelians. We've got time before my ship goes if you would be good enough to help me out?" Christie nodded. She did have first hand experience of what using the implant did to your hormones. All the Defender Corps had one courtesy of the Protectors. It gave you three times the strength and reflexes that you would have had without it along with significantly improved healing, but at a cost. The cost was as Mosha had said, you would agree to bang pretty much anyone or anything to relieve it. The implants also seemed to interact with each other in close proximity, so Christie had also been feeling increasingly horny as she and Mosha talked and well Mosha was very good looking. "I was hoping you would ask," said Christie as she got up and began to unbutton her blouse. "You really are very beautiful." "Flattery will get you between my legs," said Mosha with a smile as she stood up and unbuttoned her blouse to let her large DD dark chocolate boobs spill out the opening before wrapping her arms around Christie and kissing her hard on the lips. The two kissed for several minutes, savouring the taste of each other with their lips and tongue before still joined together by their embrace, made an awkward four legged movement to the small bed an fell on it with Mosha on top. "Damn those things look tasty," murmured Christie as she saw Mosha's boobs dangling over her face and she took one black nipple in her mouth and began to suck on it. "Mmmmmm, I think the sexual training routines have improved since I went to the Academy," moaned Mosha as she felt the younger woman suck and lick first one nipple and then the other. "The hologram suite did get an upgrade while I was there," murmered Christie as she removed her mouth from the now glistening hard nipples of the dark skinned woman. "They claim they have exactly replicated the texture of the Reigelian tentacles when inserted in every orifice." As she spoke, the young brunette was squirming out of the rest of herclothes as was Mosha. "I wil have to go and take a refresher course then," said Mosha as she got rid of the last of her clothes and now totally naked laid down on top of the light skinned girl and captured her lips in another long kiss as their breasts and pussies ground into each other. It seemed a dead heat regarding boob size which wasn't surprising as a side effect of the implant was to produce larger than average breast size. DD or higher was standard for the members of the Defender Corps. "I think you said something about letting me get between your legs," said Christie after they broke the kiss again and lay there panting and staring into each other's eyes. "So I did," agreed Mosha and rolled off Christie onto her back with legs spread wide apart. "Make yourself at home." "They always stressed the importance of listening to senior corps members at the Academy," replied Christie as she hurriedly moved to take up the invitation. Her tongue flicked out to run over Mosha's swollen labia and the senior Defender moaned with pleasure. "Maybe you will make the grade afteralll," murmered Mosha as she began to run her hands through the silky, dark strands of Christie's hair as she felt her tongue slither over her clit and then slide into her dripping slit. "Mmmmmmmmhhhhhh" was the muffled reply from Christie as she began to get really serious with her tongue and was rewarded with ever increasing moans of pleasure from Mosha. After several more minutes of intensive oral work, she got an even bigger reward when Mosha suddenly stiffened and then screamed as an orgasm ran through her body and she started to squirt all over Christie's face and fill her mouth with her honey. Explosive squirting like that was another side effect of the implant. * * * "Read my briefing notes on the station," cautioned Mosha some time later as they lay in bed together idily caressing each other's still naked body. "Dodge Station has always been a mess and it is just getting more complicated every day. There are a lot of aliens on the station in every capacity from general labourer to diplomats. There are also a lot of humans who don't like the aliens and some militant groups like "Space for Humans Only' are gaining support. Then there are the Seperatists who want to secede from Earth Government and the Loyalists who think any such talk is treasonous and ready to enforce it with weapons." "If I wasn't so satiated at the moment, I think I would be scared out of my panties," said Christie as she slid a finger inside Mosha's wet pussy. "Don't look now, but your panties are somwhere on the floor," replied Mosha as she gently caressed Christie's soft breasts. "Hell, I didn't even mention the usual suspects like the corrupt corporate types, the Anarchist League and the run of the mill robbers, grifters, murderers and rapists." "Isn't there anyone I can trust?" wailed Christie. "We got a new Head of Security a couple months ago," said Mosha as she sighed and made to get up. "I don't know about him yet. His name is Luke Allard and he's darker than me, but don't let any love of dark meat blind you until you know if you can trust him or not." Christie nodded. Her instructors at the Academy had stressed that local Security often had a troubled relationship with the Defender Corps. They often resented having what they considered authorized vigilantes in their territory, though when things got sticky, they were also often glad to have them around. Part of the problem was that the Protector Council had pretty much forced the Defender Corps on humanity. They hadn't asked or negotiated a treaty which caused lots of resentment not just from security, but from politicians and segments of the general public. The Protector technology base was so much higher though that objecting simply wasn't an option and so far it seemed the Protector interference was as benign as they claimed. "What about the Blue Crystal assigned to this sector?" asked Christie. "Rand Fulton shows up now and then and swaggers around the station like he paid for it," said Mosha as she got dressed. "Don't let his patronization get to you. He never sticks around for long before he flies off to deal with dangerous threats to galactic peace which he will tell you about ad nauseum if you let him corner you. At least you don't have to worry about him trying to get you into bed since that crystal makes them all impotent." "Really?" gasped Christie and she giggled. "They didn't tell me that at the Academy!" "Ok, maybe it is just Rand," laughed Mosha. "He talked me into bed when I was first posted here and he couldn't get it up no matter how hard I tried. He tended to avoid me after that. Now I gotta run and pack if I am going to make my ship. You take care of yourself and oh yeah I almost forgot. Vash Pollock the Station Administrator is a total asshole." With that Mosha was out the door and gone. Christie got out of bed and went over to her suitcase and pulled out her costume. It was identical to the one Mosha had worn in the transport pod. All Defenders wore the skin tight cat suit costume though no one seemed to know what a cat was other than some long extinct animal from Earth. I think this is going to be an interesting posting," she said to herself as she put the suit away before showering and going to bed. In the morning, she would have to report for her civilian job and after work, she would go on her very first patrol of her station. As it happened though, she was woken up several hours later by the station's red alert klaxon. The End "