[GM4F] Sci-Fi, AI, and a "co-pilot" in over her head!
THUNK!
The magnetic decelerators of the grav-lift locked into place, jerking the passenger pod abruptly as it docked with Station #7 high above Galta Prime. Marissa was beside herself in awe, face glued to the window of the elevator for the entire two minute journey off world. To her it felt like a lifetime, and each second spent with her feet not touching soil was magical.
This simple pass had cost the farmhand and her family several lifetimes of credit allotments working their tithe on the Empire-controlled agri-world, but her family always knew that young Marissa would be the golden ticket for all of them to finally escape a never ending cycle of wage slavery. Mining on the belt, loading for a hauler company, hell anything on the rim paid exponentially better than terrestrial starch farming. If she had to roll up her sleeves and put her head down for awhile, she would. She would come back for them. She would.
Exiting the pod into the belly of the station, Marissa's world became a nauseating and disorienting soup of sensations. Neon holos advertised all manners of products both in common tongue and alien dialects unrecognizable to the girl. Species she had never even heard of shuffled, skittered, and glided past her like a guppy in a neverending sea of productivity. A large human man shoved past her, angry that her overwhelmed and amazed stupor had been blocking the doorway.
"Find the board, honeybee. Take the lift, and find the board."
Marissa's father's last words to her. All knew of the job board at the center of each major station's hub, even those who had never had the fortune of a trip out of the atmosphere. It listed all manner of employment in the sector, from prostitution and ditch digging on waste disposal asteroids, all the way up to highly skilled, and highly paid, requests for things like pilots, bounty hunters, hackers, and commerce savants.
Steeling herself, our recently freed former farmer began swimming upstream through the arterial passageways packed with a never ending supply of unique "individuals" until she burst into the main, multi tiered globe-shaped atrium of the hub. And there, in the center, surrounded by individual terminals and displayed on a holo-list four stories high, was the prize. Her salvation. The job board. Cautiously, Marissa approached a terminal and followed the prompts. Experience? None. Qualifications and certifications? None. Minimum pay? Uncapped. Disheartened by her own answers, Marissa scrolled through the terrifying, gross, and downright awful jobs she had to pick from, picturing the rest of her life grinding metal in the belly of some oil freighter or a barback at a shithole rest stop between jumps. Then, she saw it, the offer to end all offers. The letters practically jumped off the screen at her.
Imperial Marshall, Co-Pilot needed. No experience necessary. Eighty Five Thousand Credit salary.
Shaking with anticipation, relief, and the anxiety that it would be too good to be true or that some other poor soul would steal the opportunity out from under her, Marissa pressed her dented and ancient wrist-computer to the terminal.
Accept.
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Hi everybody! I hope you like my sample! This is a piece I've been mulling over RPing for quite awhile, with the idea being a rather open ended introduction to a Sci-fi themed adventure. I am in love with how much creative freedom futuristic prompts allow for, and that is where you come in dear reader! I'm looking for a long term partner to explore the stars with me, as I GM for you along the way. Consider my intro a brain teaser more than a hard rubric, I am absolutely okay with adjusting any piece of the story itself to fit the type of human, or non-human female that your heart desires. Want to be a hardened veteran of far away wars in search of bounty contracts? A runaway princess of a hive world searching for the meaning to life? All paths are welcome here. Or, if you want to flatter me and simply start as Marissa the farmer, she's got plenty in store too. To give you an idea of the tone almost all my prompts are very Dom/Sub heavy, and your character will almost certainly befall some sort of power dynamic along the way. I love dark plotlines, and you should be prepared to be the loser more often than the winner.
A little about me; If you haven't been able to tell by now, I am pretty detail oriented. I am obsessed with world building, and I consider the smut to be the cherry on top. That doesn't mean there won't be plenty of nastiness to drool over, but if you aren't okay with an 80/20 split of smut to story, then we probably aren't a good match. I frequently hit the Discord word limit, and while scene dependent that is not always the case, I do expect high effort. Speaking of Discord, I only play on Discord. The server function allows me to separate all of our streams of thought into neat categories, and I find it necessary. Kink wise I have many proclivities and outside of gratuitous gore in a sexual context, and scat, you should expect everything else to be on the table, and I do mean everything. Some common contentious ones are things like watersports, rimming, feet, scents, while most stories might not even touch any one topic I think it gives you a better idea of my expectations. I'm totally open to having a conversation ahead of time if you are particularly worried about something not mentioned above, but I value my creative freedom heavily and this all just works much better with an equally adventurous partner. I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+. I will only write in third person and with a partner who writes in third person. As stated I am looking for a long term arrangement, many of my more successful partners have been months in the making and it breaks my heart to put so much work into a new relationship just to get ghosted in 48 hours.
If you've survived this mountain of a post then congrats, I've caught your attention! I will end things here, I'm so excited to see what kind of colorful individuals I get asking to brainstorm. Please include your favorite fruit somewhere in your opening message so I know you mean business, and I'll see you soon!
P.S. If you send me an effort-full response and not just a "hey I'm horny" I pinky promise I will give you the courtesy of a response eventually, even if that response is a gentle no.