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Welcome to Misfits of Space!  This is the story of five bad-ass women thrown together by fate a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.  After some mishaps, mistaken identities, and misadventures, they've joined forces with the Rebellion to play their part in taking down the Galactic Empire.

This live action roleplaying podcast uses the Star Wars RPG by Fantasy Flight Games using mainly the core rulebooks Edge of the Empire and Age of Rebellion.  Our story takes place not long after the destruction of the First Death Star.

We look forward to hearing from all of you as these adventures begin and hope you enjoy the ride!

 

 

Holonet Transmission - Vertex Publishing

Dec 15, 2017

We've been told by some of our more rabid fans that the weather is turning cold and that they could use some help warming up.  At Vertex Publishing, we aim to please.  With that, we take you once more into the library of Kiro’ezora’rugo, our very own Sultan of Sensuality, with this excerpt from The Francine Odysseys.  Be careful you don't overheat...

“I could always keep you company out here,” Francine said, gazing into Max’s eyes and gently laying a hand on his chest.

“Well, I guess if you’re out here with me, I’ll be able to make sure you don’t get into trouble.”

Francine looked over at Ren and Kay with a subtle nod. The mechanic and the smuggler ducked into the security room. Francine hoped they would be quick.

“Tell me more about…you, Max,” Francine drawled, slowly dragging her fingers up Max’s throat. “I’d really like to learn more about your life. How did a handsome Quarren like you come to be working in security?”  Francine leaned closer to him, bringing her right arm up to rest on his shoulder, draping her hand behind his head. Her left hand continued to softly stroke on his throat and chest. While Francine wasn’t quite leaning on Max, she was close enough for him to feel the heat of her body. She felt Max shift his blaster to hang behind his back, his hands laning on her waist. With every response from Max, Francine continued to ask about more and more; life on Corfu, relations with the Mon Cal, and just how he occupied his lonely hours in security.

After about forty-five minutes and still no sign of her compatriots, Francine steeled herself internally. Max seemed to be a decent guy and was definitely enjoying her attention, certainly more than she enjoyed providing it. However, the mission comes first and she knew she’d have to commit more to this seduction to hold his attention. Francine pressed into Max, drawing her left hand up and over Max’s shoulder to join her right hand behind his back. With a gentle nudge, she pressed her hips against his. Max’s hands moved to encircle her waist more fully and drew her in a little closer.

“Max, I have just one more question for you. Have…” Francine paused, blushing lightly and ducking her head a little, seemingly hesitant. “Have you ever…kissed…a human before?” She looked deep into Max’s eyes, tilting her head to the side. Before Max could reply, Francine closed her eyes and lifted her head, moving her lips closer to his. She felt a tentacle gently stroke her cheek; soft, warm, tender. Maybe this assignation wouldn’t be so terrible after all?

With careful maneuvering, Francine and Max pressed their lips together. At first tentative, the kiss grew in passion until Francine felt Max’s tusks pressing into her chin. Pulling back, Francine gave a slight smile up at Max.

“This is my first time with a Quarren. I like it but…” Francine disentangled one hand and brought it forward to gently touch the tip of one tusk. “I don’t think these are compatible with my anatomy.”

“Well, we could always try…this,” Max murmured, leaning his head down close and letting his tentacles stroke along Francine’s cheeks and neck. Francine sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. She leaned back, exposing her neck to more of Max’s ministrations. Francine let her hands trail down his back giving herself fully to their embrace. With a slight growl of pleasure, Max slid his left hand up caressing Francine’s back while his right hand slid down from her waist.

“Yes,” thought Francine, “this assignation is working out much better than expected.”

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