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Subject: {ASSM} Fall of the House of Whores 2/2 (Mr Slot) (MMF)
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Welcome to part 2 of Fall of the House of Whores. If you haven't read part 
one yet I suggest you do so otherwise you'll get lost.

Fall of the House of Whores Part II

-------------------------------------

Jeff paced up and down his cell while Doc and Rose watched. "There must be 
something we can do," he lamented. "If only we had someone on the outside."

"There's no one," replied Doc. "The only other person who even knows we are 
here is Blake, and seeing as he isn't here I would have to assume that 
Sukori killed him."

"He'd be alive now if you hadn't dragged him into this," said Rose, staring 
fixedly at both Jeff and Doc.

Jeff looked back at her, obviously annoyed. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I 
dragged him all the way up here, and I'm sorry that I got him killed. I'm 
sorry about the whole damn mess." He swung a boot at the brushed aluminium 
walls of the cell. They were made from the same materials as the inner hull, 
and a lot stronger than the plastic walls used in the rest of the ship. Jeff 
hadn't made a mark on the metal.

"Arguing amongst ourselves is not going to get us out of this mess," said 
Doc.

"Oh really?" asked Jeff, his voice dripping sarcasm. "Then maybe we could 
use your razor sharp wit to saw through the bars of this cell."

"Maybe I could use you as a crowbar to open the door," replied Doc, getting 
to his feet.

"Bring it on, fucker!" replied Jeff.

"Enough!" yelled Rose. "Stop this bloody arguing right now. I'm not going to 
spend my last hours listening to you two go at it like a pair of drunken 
sailors." She got up, walked to the back wall and slammed one hand against 
it in anger. "Christ," she said, "what I wouldn't give for a decent fuck."

Doc and Jeff turned towards the woman, their mouths hanging open as their 
anger faded.

"What?" asked Rose, looking at the two men. "Can't a woman want sex or 
something?"

"No," replied Jeff. "I mean yes, I mean..." He shut up as his cheeks began to 
flush a deep red.

"Well I do," replied Rose. "I haven't had sex in months, and I can't 
remember how long it's been since I've had a decent orgasm. Do you have any 
idea what it's like to have some sweaty miner, whose idea of foreplay is the 
amount of time it takes for his pants to hit the floor, paw at you for all 
of five seconds before shooting his load on your thighs?" She looked at a 
blushing Jeff and a slightly less embarrassed Doc. "No, I guess you 
wouldn't. Well let me tell you, it isn't much fun, and murder on my 
stockings."

The trio looked at each other for a few seconds, then burst into laughter. 
One of the guards opened a door at the far end of hall to see what was going 
on, then closed the door and went back to reading his book.

"Oh boy," said Rose as she sat back down, wiping tears from her eyes. "I 
haven't laughed like that in a long time." She watched as Doc and Jeff sat 
down on either side of her. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," she said, "I 
don't know what came over me."

"It's probably the stress," said Doc.

"Yes, probably," agreed Rose. "But it has been a long time for me, and I 
miss it." She looked up at a clock that sat on the wall opposite their cell. 
"But I guess I won't be missing it for much longer." She sighed and her 
shoulders slumped as the weight of what was to come pressed down on her.

"At least we won't be going out alone," said Jeff.

"That's true," replied Rose. She looked up at Jeff and smiled. Then, without 
really knowing why, she leaned over and kissed him.

Jeff was surprised, but quickly recovered and returned the kiss. A shiver 
ran up his spine as he felt his tongue touch Rose's. He broke from her grasp 
and said, "What about Doc?"

Rose smiled then turned to the older man. "Yes," she said, smiling cheekily, 
"what about you?" She reached up and kissed him, placing her hand on the 
back of his head and drawing him to her. The kiss was long, and it opened 
something inside Rose, something she hadn't felt in a long time. She pulled 
back and looked at both men, a flush rising in her breast. "Gentlemen," she 
said, "take your pants off."

***

Blake shuddered with pain as Ricci tied the bandage tight around his arm. He 
dearly wished he had some morphine, or even codeine, anything to take the 
edge off this pain. He looked around the small room where they were hiding 
out. It was a small maintenance room, cramped but secure and Blake was 
certain they would be safe here. Sukori's body must have been found by now 
and he was sure a search for the three fugitives had been mounted. He waved 
Ricci away and looked at the job she had done. It was a good dressing, but 
then she probably did a lot of things well.

"Don't you like me any more?" asked Ricci. She had noticed that Blake had 
become decidedly distant since the incident in the room.

"Like?" asked Blake. "That's a strange question, considering who you are and 
all."

"I can't help who I am," pouted Ricci.

Blake felt his heart stir but quickly suppressed any feeling he might have 
towards the blonde girl. As far as he was concerned she didn't deserve it.

"I would have thought you would be more forgiving of your first lover," said 
Ricci.

"Lover?" asked Blake. "How could you possibly call yourself that?"

"Then what am I, if not your lover?' replied Ricci.

"I don't know," responded Blake, "but definitely not lover. You fail the 
first requirement on that score."

"And what requirement would that be?" asked Ricci, knowing full well what 
was coming. This always happened when they found out about her.

"Hmm, let me see," said Blake sarcastically. "How about, being human."

"We can't help that," said Nicci who was sitting in a corner. They had 
picked her up and brought her with them when they left after the fight with 
Sukori.

"You can shut up for a start," replied Blake. "You're not much use to us 
like that." When Sukori had stabbed Nicci he had cut through her main motor 
control, effectively paralysing the android. All she could do was move her 
head.

"You can fix me," said Nicci. "I know you're a mechanic."

"And why would I do that?" asked Blake.

"Because," replied Ricci, putting on her sexiest pose, "you could then have 
both of us again."

"I don't want either of you," said Blake. "I don't fuck robots."

"Then why are you getting hard?" asked Ricci, pointing to the tent rising in 
his pants.

Blake looked down and swore. "Fucking traitor," he said to his dick. He 
looked up at Ricci. "Get that smile off your face. The only reason I brought 
you along is because I need your help to rescue my friends."

"We'll help," replied Nicci. "We know where the armoury is and we can lead 
you there, on one condition."

"And what condition is that?" asked Blake.

"Fix me," responded Nicci.

"I can't," said Blake, "I don't have any tools."

Ricci reached up to a shelf and grabbed a small toolbox that she then handed 
to Blake. "There, now you have tools," she said.

"Fine," sighed Blake, "I'll fix the robot."

"Her name is Nicci," replied Ricci.

"Actually," said Blake as he gingerly pulled apart the fake flesh of Nicci's 
abdomen, "her name is CYB-LD4501. It says so right here on her servo box." 
He pushed some wires and silicon-packing aside so he could see the damaged 
motor drive. "Pass me the needle-nosed pliers," he said.

***

Rose groaned as Doc entered her from behind. It was a muffled groan, mostly 
because she was sucking Jeff's cock at the time. She pushed back at Doc, 
encouraging him to thrust all the way in. She was tempted to turn around and 
say, "For Christ's sake, stop mucking about and ram that sucker in," but she 
held her tongue. It had been a while since she had sex purely for the sake 
of getting off, and she had never been with two men like this before. For 
some reason the miners preferred to be the only man in bed. She placed one 
hand around the base of Jeff's shaft and started to bob her head up and 
down, twisting her lips around the head on every up- stroke. She heard Jeff 
moan and smiled to herself. All those years of working on her back had 
taught her a few tricks. She decided to use one now and slid one finger of 
her free hand between Jeff's butt cheeks. The look of surprise on his face 
was almost comical, a cross between surprise, fear, and incredible pleasure. 
Rose knew that a little more pressure on her part would have Jeff shooting 
like a fountain, but she wasn't quite ready for him yet. She felt Doc start 
to thrust faster and sighed with pleasure. "It's about time he got going," 
she thought.

Jeff was getting the blowjob of his life. Not that he had experienced all 
that many, but this was definitely the pick of the bunch. He leaned back on 
the floor and groaned as Rose started to move her hand up and down his cock 
in time with her mouth. He still wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel 
about her fingering his arse like that, but he was not about to ask her to 
stop, it felt too damned good. Jeff had been on Rydol-9 for eighteen years, 
having shipped here from his home planet when he was fifteen. Like Blake he 
had been a virgin when he arrived, but had been too awe-struck by the 
massive mining operation to worry about it at the time. Seven years into his 
tour the U.S.S. Usher had arrived and had instantly set up shop. Jeff 
couldn't understand why his fellow workers had been so keen to get on board, 
or why they were willing to spend all their hard earned cash once they were. 
One day he decided to see what all the fuss was about and spent two months' 
salary on a boarding pass. He remembered clearly the day when he first set 
foot aboard the Usher. He was amazed at all the neon lighting in the casino, 
the noise of men gambling, the smell of excitement. He had been walking past 
a row of slot machines when he decided to give it a try. He slipped a coin 
into the slot and pulled the lever, then watched as the wheels spun, 
blurring the symbols etched into their surface. One by one they slowed then 
stopped, each on the number seven. The sound of coins cascading down into 
the metal tray echoed through his head, sending a thrill through him like 
nothing he had ever experienced before. It was a sound that would change his 
attitude towards gambling forever. He won almost a year's pay with one pull 
of a lever and though he would wind up losing far more than he would ever 
win over the years, tonight he was rich. It didn't take long for him to find 
the whorehouse and he spent the rest of the night fucking and drinking away 
every last penny of his winnings. But every time he took the journey to the 
U.S.S. Usher he left feeling like it wasn't enough.

Then he met Rose.

Doc was enjoying himself immensely as he hammered away at Rose. His body was 
covered in a light sweat from his exertion and he could feel his heart 
racing. It had been a while since he had been with a woman and he liked the 
way it felt. He had been with men before, homosexuality was rampant on the 
mining colonies, but to him women were a much better choice. Doc had always 
been one of those people that you couldn't help liking. It seemed like 
everyone had wanted to do things for him, help him in any way possible. He 
had taken advantage of this and soon he was sitting comfortably on Rydol-9. 
He wasn't stupid though, he knew he was little more than a big fish in a 
small pond. But this pond was growing stagnant and it was time to move on. 
So when Jeff came to him about an idea he had for taking over the U.S.S. 
Usher he had jumped at the chance. It was Doc's plan to take the ship to 
other mining colonies, stopping for a few weeks then moving on to the next 
one. He figured that miners would pay even more for something that was only 
available once a year. And then when he had made enough he would buy another 
freighter, and another, until he had a flotilla of floating casinos and 
whorehouses. Then he would be the biggest fish around. At least that had 
been the plan, until Tomlinson had walked through that doorway and put an 
end to it. He wondered how they had been found out, who had given them away. 
As far as he knew only Rose, Jeff and himself knew about the plan. They 
hadn't even told Blake, just in case. So how did Tomlinson find out?

Rose could feel her orgasm building, like a white-hot ember deep in the 
centre of her being that would explode and fill her soul with fire. She 
lifted her head and quickly stroked Jeff's cock with her hand. Rose smiled 
up at him, and then jammed her fingers deep into his arse. The effect was 
almost instantaneous.

Jeff came with a rush, shooting cum into the air like a fountain. He groaned 
and collapsed onto his back on the cold metal floor. "Awesome," he sighed.

Rose was very close now. She let go of Jeff's rapidly delating cock and 
placed both hands on the floor, pushing back at Doc. "Come on," she urged, 
"fuck me harder."

Doc knew when he was under orders and quickened his pace. He could feel his 
balls slapping against Rose with every stroke and it was pushing him over 
the edge. "Oh Christ," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yes," groaned Rose, "cum inside me." She pushed back with every thrust, 
urging Doc in as far as he could go. It wasn't long before they both 
orgasmed, Doc clenching his teeth as he tried vainly to hold out, Rose 
throwing her head back and giving a long, deep moan as her body was flooded 
with waves of pleasure.

Doc grabbed Rose around the waist and sat back onto the floor, pulling Rose 
onto his lap. "Well," he said, "that was certainly fun."

"Yup," giggled Rose. She looked over at Jeff who was still lying on the 
floor. "Are you okay, Jeff?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied. "Just waiting for my vision to clear." He rolled 
over onto his side and gazed at Rose and Doc. "What just happened here?"

"I thought it was obvious," said Rose. "We're a team again."

***

Nicci sat up and wiggled her fingers and toes. "You do good work, lover," 
she said to Blake.

"Don't call me that," he growled. He picked up the last of the tools and 
placed them back into the box.

"Then what should I call you?" asked Nicci.

"I don't care what you call me, just so long as it's from a distance."

"For Christ's sake Blake, drop the fucking attitude, will you? So what if 
Ricci and I are androids? We look human, and I know that we fuck human, so 
what's your God damn problem?"

Blake stared at Nicci with his mouth open. Androids weren't supposed to talk 
like this. They were supposed to be servile, existing only to please their 
human masters. Talking to him like this was not part of their programming.

"What?" asked Nicci. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You..." Blake tried to gather his thoughts. There was something going on with 
Nicci and Ricci, something strange. "There's something wrong with your 
programming," he said. "You're not supposed to talk like that to a human. 
And in the room, when I was fighting with Sukori, Ricci attacked him. You're 
not supposed to hurt humans no matter how bad they are." Blake shook his 
head. "There's something very screwy going on here."

"I could tell you, if you want," offered Nicci.

"You know what was done to you?" asked Blake.

"Sure," said the android. "It was Tomlinson, he has a thing for BDSM. Whips, 
restraints, clamps, the whole nine yards. He knew that Cyberdyne Love Dolls 
were not programmed for that because they couldn't hurt humans in any way. 
It was too easy for a mistake to be made. So he had Ricci and me 
re-programmed so that we could give him what he wanted."

"Just you and Ricci?" asked Blake.

"Yup, just us."

"So if I gave you a gun and asked you to kill someone, you would do it?"

"I could do it, if I wanted to," said Nicci.

"If you wanted to? You can make that sort of decision?" asked Blake.

"In a manner of speaking," she replied. "You see, our programming allows us 
to make decisions based on sensory input. With enough input my programming 
can be manipulated any way you want."

"Uh-huh," said Blake. "And in plain English that would be..."

"Basically, what it means is this, Blake," said Nicci as she moved close to 
him. "Fuck me, and I'll kill whoever you want." She leaned up and kissed 
him, drawing his tongue into her mouth.

Blake wanted to break free, but he was helpless in her grasp. He wasn't sure 
how he felt towards Nicci and Ricci, but whatever it was it scared him. And 
Blake didn't scare easily. He kissed her back, running his rough hands down 
her back to the swell of her perfect arse. Her perfectly constructed, 
computer designed, artificially created arse. Blake pushed her back. "Wait, 
we can't..."

"Sure we can, Blake," cooed Nicci, staring up at him with her big blue eyes. 
"We can do whatever we want."

Blake stared at her, wanting to resist her, needing not to. He was about to 
give in when the door opened.

"Hi," said Ricci. She looked at the embracing couple and her eyes lit up. 
"Does this mean we can have sex again?" she asked hopefully.

"No," replied Blake. He firmly but gently pushed Nicci back. "Did you get 
the stuff?"

"Sure did," replied a slightly disappointed Ricci. She was carrying a large 
duffel bag, which she placed on the floor in front of her.

Blake squatted down and opened the bag. "Perfect," he said as he inspected 
the contents.

"I have some news about Rose and the others," said Ricci. "I'm afraid it's 
not good." She explained about how they had been captured, and how Tomlinson 
was going to execute them by explosive decompression.

"Do you know which airlock they'll be using?" asked Blake.

"They're setting up cameras in airlock twelve," replied Ricci. "It's in the 
lobby of the casino."

"Okay, we can work with that," said Blake. "We can grab the shuttle and wait 
outside the airlock. When the outer door is opened Rose can use her android 
skills to pull Jeff and Doc to us while they hold their breath. Then all we 
have to do is drag them inside and make a quick getaway. Pretty simple huh?"

"Yes," agreed Nicci, "there's just one small problem."

"What's that?" asked Blake.

"Rose isn't an android. She's human."

"Shit!" exclaimed Blake. "Well I guess there's only one course of action 
left." He reached into the duffle bag and pulled out a plasma pistol. He 
cocked the weapon and smiled at the girls. "We kick butt."

"And I suppose you want us to help you to...kick butt," said Nicci.

"Yes I do," replied Blake.

"Well then, you know what you have to do," said the android as she started 
to undress him.

"The things I have to do to get a little help around here," replied Blake, 
giving in.

***

"All right you lot, time to get going." The guard slid his identity card 
through the slot, releasing the electronic lock on the cell door.

Rose, Jeff and Doc slowly got to their feet and shuffled into the hallway.

"I was thinking," whispered Jeff. "What about the members of the crew who 
were going to help us? Do you think they'll try to mount a rescue attempt?

"I doubt it," replied Rose, also whispering. "Most likely they'll lay low, 
protect themselves."

"Is there anything linking them to us?" asked Jeff.

"There's a special file on a computer I keep in the hospital bay that only I 
know about," responded Rose, "but it has a timer on it. I have to log in 
every twenty-four hours, otherwise it will wipe the disk." She looked at her 
watch. "It will be gone in another two hours, so they should be safe."

"That's good," said Jeff.

"Hey, no talking," said the guard and gave Jeff a shove to accent the point.

They walked up to the casino level where they were met by Tomlinson and his 
entourage. Rose noticed that Sukori wasn't with them. "Where's your pet?" 
she asked Tomlinson.

"Sukori met with an unfortunate accident," said Tomlinson.

"What a tragedy," said Rose with fake sincerity.

"Yes it was," said Cleveland. "I can't wait to meet this friend of yours. 
Blake, isn't it? I have some very interesting plans for him."

"How do you know his name?" asked Doc. "And how did you know about our 
plans?"

"It's easy," said Jeff, "I told him."

"You what?" said Rose.

"I told him," repeated Jeff. "I've been working with him right from the 
beginning, ever since you came to me with this plan, Rose."

"But why?" Rose was shocked by this revelation, this betrayal.

"Because Jeff has a bit of a gambling problem," said Tomlinson. "He owes me 
quite a deal of money, and this is the best way for him to pay me back."

"Speaking of which," said Jeff, "there's a computer in the hospital bay that 
has a record of all the other crew members involved in the mutiny."

"Good work, Jeff," replied Tomlinson as he clapped him on the back. "I knew 
I picked the right man for the job."

"That you did," said Jeff. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading back to 
Rydol-9."

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. I'm afraid there's been a 
change of plans," responded Tomlinson.

"What?" asked Jeff. He had a very bad feeling about this.

"Well I promised everyone that it would be a triple execution," explained 
Cleveland. "You wouldn't want me to break my promise now, would you?"

"You bastard," growled Jeff.

Doc and Rose burst into laughter. "Looks like you got screwed after all, 
Jeff," said Rose between giggles.

"Fuck you," said Jeff.

"Okay kids, settle down," said Tomlinson. He motioned to the guards. "Let's 
get this show started." He swung open the huge doors to the lobby of the 
casino.

The crowd that was gathered inside roared as the prisoners were led in. Rose 
felt like a Christian who was about to be thrown to the lions. Bodies 
pressed in from all sides, despite the best efforts of the guards. They 
tried pushing back at first, but when that failed they pulled out their 
clubs and started cracking heads. After the first couple of miners went down 
in a bloody heap the rest soon got the idea. The sea of bodies parted, and 
the group made their way to the air lock where a stage had been set up. The 
group climbed onto the stage as the crowd closed back in around them. 
Tomlinson raised his hands for attention and the lobby fell quiet.

"Gentlemen, you have come here today to see something that most people can 
only dream about," he said. "A triple execution by explosive decompression. 
I must warn you though, this is not for the squeamish. Those with weak 
stomachs or strong morals may wish to leave." He waited patiently as no one 
moved a muscle. "Okay, let the festivities begin." The crowd roared as the 
guards pushed the trio towards the open door of the airlock.

"Wait," protested Jeff, "this isn't fair. I did what you wanted, I got the 
information. You can't do this to me."

"Oh shut up," replied Rose. "You made your bed, now sleep in it."

Doc felt himself shoved towards the airlock. He had never been so scared in 
his life, but he still had enough of his wits about him to notice the guard 
standing next to the lock controls. He was a big guard and very familiar, 
even under the smoked visor of his helmet. The guard looked at him and Doc 
could swear that he saw a quick smile cross his lips.

At that moment a commotion arose from the back of the lobby, near the main 
entrance doors. A sea of faces turned towards the doorway to see a young 
blonde woman, slowly gyrating to unheard music, and removing her clothing 
piece by piece.

Doc leaned towards Rose and whispered, "Get ready, I think we're about to be 
rescued."

Jeff heard the whisper and looked round. He saw the big guard and instantly 
recognised him. "Blake? Holy shit!" Jeff saw his chance at freedom and 
grabbed at it. "Guards, it's..." He was cut off as Rose drove her foot into 
his crotch, doubling him over.

"Oh no you don't," she said and shoved him into the airlock. Then she pushed 
past Blake and punched the door controls, slamming them shut.

"Rose," exclaimed Blake, "what are you doing?"

"Just taking out the garbage," she replied and opened the outer door.

Jeff heard the rushing of air and whirled around to see the open expanse of 
space. He was dragged out of the lock with the escaping air and found that 
he was looking down at Rydol-9. "My God," he thought, "it's beautiful."

Doc watched Jeff disappear through outer doors of the airlock. "Christ," he 
said to Rose, "remind me to never piss you off."

"Just remember this whenever the thought crosses your mind," replied Rose. 
"Blake, what's the plan for getting out of here?"

"Well, I did have some space suits stashed just outside the airlock," said 
Blake. "I was going to go in with you and close the doors behind us, cutting 
off our pursuers, then once we were suited up lead you to a waiting 
shuttle."

"So why don't we do that?" asked Doc.

"Because it will take a good five minutes to re-pressurise the airlock," 
replied Blake. "We don't have that sort of time."

"Oops," said Rose. "So what do we do now?"

"We go to plan B," said Blake.

"Which is?" asked Doc.

"Beats me," said Blake, "I was really counting on plan A." He opened the 
tunic of his guard uniform and pulled out a number of pistols and a headset 
radio, which he quickly used to replace his helmet. "Nicci," he said, keying 
the mic, "Change of plans. Get back to the docking bay, we'll be there 
shortly. Ricci, get your clothes back on, we need a serious distraction."

"I have just the thing," came a faint voice from his headset.

Blake handed a pistol each to Doc and Rose. "Let's get going, we only have a 
matter of seconds before they notice it's all gone wrong."

"Hey, they're escaping," came a voice from the crowd.

"Maybe less," corrected Blake.

The guards turned their attention to the three escapes and drew their guns. 
Doc quickly calculated the odds and didn't like the figures one bit. He kept 
his pistol drawn though, as did Rose and Blake.

"Ricci, I really need that distraction," said Blake.

"Working on it," came the reply.

"Well, well, well," said Tomlinson as he made his way through the guards, 
"if it isn't my friend Blake. I was hoping I would catch up with you." He 
smiled as he noticed the bruises and obvious broken nose of the big man. "I 
see Sukori didn't go down without a fight."

"What, this?" asked Blake, pointing to his face, "I got this shaving this 
morning. Sukori went down like the bitch that he was."

Tomlinson only smiled. "Trust me my friend, Sukori's death will seem like a 
mercy killing compared with what I have planned for you." He motioned to 
Rose and Doc. "Guards, kill those two."

At that moment the cool female voice of the U.S.S. Usher's computer spoke 
over the ship-wide loud speakers. "Attention, this ship will enter planet 
atmosphere in ten minutes. Please evacuate as soon as possible. I repeat, 
this ship will enter planet atmosphere in ten minutes, please evacuate as 
soon as possible."

The U.S.S. Usher was an inter-planet freighter, a ship that was never 
designed for landing on a planet. It did not have sufficient heat shielding, 
so entering a planet's atmosphere would be fatal to the big ship--it would 
burn up on re-entry.

Blake grabbed Rose and Doc and pushed them against the wall. It was a wise 
move as a sea of bodies rushed by, trying to get to the docking bays. Blake 
keyed his mic. "Umm, Ricci, what have you done?"

"You said you wanted a serious distraction, and this was the most serious 
one I could think of."

"I wanted a distraction, not a destruction..." Blake gave up, it was too late 
to worry about it now. "Never mind, just get to the docking bay, Nicci 
should be waiting for us by now."

"Will do," replied Ricci.

"Okay," said Blake, "let's get out of here."

***

Tomlinson found himself caught in the mad rush for the shuttles. He was 
nearly at the main docking bay before he could break free of the crowd, and 
made his way straight to the bridge. One look at the instruments told him 
that it was not a hoax. "Computer, re-establish orbit," he demanded.

"I'm sorry, Mr Tomlinson," replied the computer, "I'm afraid that's not 
possible. The navigational controls have been isolated, I can't access 
them."

"Shit," muttered Tomlinson. He made his way to the navigation console and 
was not impressed with what he saw. The console had been destroyed by a 
laser knife, which was still protruding from the keyboard. Tomlinson looked 
at the weapon and recognised it straight away. It was Sukori's. "I should 
never have hired that son of a bitch," he said.

"Five minutes until this ship enters planet atmosphere," informed the ship's 
computer. "I repeat, five minutes until this ship enters planet atmosphere. 
Please evacuate as soon as possible."

"Yeah, yeah," said Tomlinson, looking around at his dream gone wrong. "All I 
wanted to do was make a little money." He sighed and made his way to the 
escape pod located just behind the bridge.

***

The guard saw the three prisoners racing down the hallway towards him. He 
wasn't sure what to do. Tomlinson had disappeared, the ship was on a course 
to destruction, and the last of the shuttles was just now leaving the main 
docking bay. There were still the escape pods, distributed throughout the 
ship, so he could leave if he wanted to. But he remembered the last orders 
he had heard, kill the prisoners. Deciding that an order was an order he 
lifted his weapon and aimed at the approaching party. Before he could even 
think about squeezing the trigger a plasma bolt from Blake's pistol took him 
in the chest, lifting him off his feet and throwing him against the wall 
behind him. He was dead before his body slid to the floor.

"Where are we going?" puffed Doc as they raced past the body of the guard.

"To the docking bay where we arrived," answered Blake. "We'll use the 
shuttle we came in to get home."

"The shuttle we came in?" asked Doc. "The one that was losing cabin pressure 
on the way up? That shuttle?"

"Yup, that's the one," agreed Blake.

"If it's all the same with you, I'd rather take one of the escape pods," 
said Doc.

"You can't," replied Blake.

"Why the hell not?" asked Doc.

Blake just smiled.

***

Tomlinson eased himself into the one and only chair in the escape pod. Not 
wanting to waste any time, he went through the launch checklist as he 
buckled himself in. When he had completed the list he cinched down the 
restraint straps and hit the launch button. Instead of a sudden burst of 
acceleration he heard a female voice.

"Hello, Mr Tomlinson, this is Nicci, one of your love dolls that you employ 
in your whorehouse," said the voice. "I just wanted to let you know that I 
have adjusted the launch characteristics of all the escape pods, so your 
trip should be brief, and spectacular. Oh, and by the way, I resign."

Tomlinson reached for the abort launch button but it was too late. The 
escape pod rocketed from its tube, flying out and away from the U.S.S. Usher 
before turning in a graceful arc and smashing into one of the huge engines 
at the rear of the ship, disintegrating on impact.

***

Blake, Rose and Doc arrived at the abandoned docking bay at a full run. 
Nicci was just opening the door to the shuttle and when she saw Blake she 
ran to greet him.

"You made it," she said and hugged him.

"Yes, okay, I'm glad to see you too," said an obviously embarrassed Blake.

Rose looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but decided that now was not the 
time for questions. As soon as she got the chance she was going to find out 
how a human could get an android to show what looked like a very good 
facsimile of love towards him.

"Could we do this some other time?" asked Doc. "We only have..."

"This ship will enter planet atmosphere in thirty seconds," came the voice 
of the ship's computer. "I repeat, this ship will enter planet atmosphere in 
30 seconds. Please evacuate immediately."

"Thank you," said Doc. "Can we please get the hell out of here?"

The group rushed onto the shuttle, Blake leaping into the co-pilot's seat 
next to Ricci while the rest buckled into the passenger seats.

"Let's get out of here," said Blake.

Ricci lifted the shuttle off the floor of the docking bay and headed towards 
the atmosphere controlled exit area. The hull of the ship was starting to 
glow red as the friction of the planet's atmosphere began to work on the 
metal. As Ricci guided the shuttle into free space the U.S.S. Usher began 
its final journey.

"Turn around," said Blake to Ricci once they were at a safe distance, "let's 
watch."

"Yes, lover," agreed Ricci, bringing another questioning glance from Rose.

The shuttle turned back towards the Usher and the small band of friends, 
three humans, two androids and one stowaway watched as the old freighter 
started to burn. It bounced off the atmosphere at first, and then started to 
settle as the hull melted under the extreme heat. Fire blossomed along its 
flanks and the stricken ship slowly came apart, shedding pieces of hull and 
superstructure as it fell. It looked almost graceful, a once proud ship 
slowly being consumed by flames, like a phoenix on its final journey. It 
didn't last though. The heat finally reached the huge fuel tanks of the 
Usher and ignited, consuming what was left of the old freighter. The small 
remnants continued on their downward journey, burning up in the atmosphere 
of Rydol-9.

"I guess that's it," said Rose. "No more casino, no more whorehouse."

"Yup," agreed Blake, "I guess it's back to working in the garage for me."

"Maybe, maybe not," said Ricci.

Blake looked over at the android and saw a mischievous smile on her face. 
"What did you do?" he asked.

"Nothing much," replied Ricci, "Nicci and I just decided that Tomlinson 
wouldn't need any of his possessions any more, so we liberated some of them. 
Didn't we, Nicci?"

"Yep," said Nicci as she walked back to the rear cargo area. "We packaged up 
a few things and stashed them on the shuttle." She opened the cargo door, 
revealing a dozen medium sized cargo boxes. Nicci opened the nearest one, 
revealing that it was packed full of credits.

"My God," said Doc, "there must be enough to charter an inter-planet ship to 
practically anywhere."

"Charter?" enquired Ricci, "there's enough to buy one."

The group of friends burst into laughter, partly from joy at knowing they 
were rich, partly from the relief of surviving to enjoy it.

"Let's head back to Rydol-9," said Blake. "I have an overwhelming urge to 
get very drunk."

Ricci banked the shuttle back towards the planet. Outside the small craft a 
figure in a space suit climbed into an external cargo area. Jeff had found 
the suits that Blake had left outside the airlock for Rose and Doc. He had 
managed to hold his breath just long enough to climb inside one, then he had 
made his way along the outside of the ship to the docking bay where Ricci 
had landed. While she waited for her friends to arrive, Jeff had concealed 
himself on the outside of the shuttle, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Now Blake, Rose, Doc, Nicci and Ricci headed back to Little Kobe, unaware 
that they had an extra passenger on board.

The End.



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