Another night in Kamela. So hot and steamy, like a girls locker room. The supple station so sleek and smooth. The hot stars dripping down its long slender sides. It's legs straight and pointed down. It glowed under the soft lighting. The planet in the background acting as an excellent back light to its silhouette. Our ships teasing it's cold outer shell with our tender engine's warmth.
It shuddered a bit in its ecstasy.
We caressed it, coaxing it into showing us what's inside. It was then, when it had just been seduced, when it had just let us into it's fragile heart, that we revealed our true intentions.
Raep. Raep. Raep.
Oh and later we caught a Battleship on the Lamaa Gate in Kamela. Where somehow a Hound out damaged me. I'm so ashamed.
Graveyard:
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