After a lot of milky sex, the room was a disaster, So we cleaned up and started to wash the sheets, then pulled out the milking machine because Ura’s breasts did not stop producing milk. Then began the draining of those breasts, which I found out was a lot. Five liters later, her breasts were empty.
That was not the end of the Milk in her breasts either. It was an insane amount, and after another day, it produced another five liters. Now that milk stocked our fridge; I was drinking it for the hell of it while I ate. It was the weirdest thing to think about, and I chose not to think about it. Sometimes, that was the best course of action.
After the cleanup from that sex, Ura and I did come to a conclusion from the mess. Order Hotel rooms and do it there where cleaning robots can take care of the mess. That would restrict the sexy milk times, but it was better than cleaning for hours after the fact. The Spaceship did not have room for a cleaning robot to clean up after these escapades.
So, instead of going to have more and more sex, I turned to what I had initially wanted to do when I first logged in. I got to crafting. Now was the time for me to learn, and I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted a new pump shotgun for combat. It would be amazing to breach and battle groups of people without armor. I could think of a ton of uses for it, especially with ship combat, and so I started to tear apart guns and started to hop in and out of the game.
Now was the time for single-minded focus. I started to practice my gun manufacturing to an extreme degree. Time started to skip for me as I did so, hopping in and out of the game. I quickly started to notice that things in the game were much more forgiving for certain things than those in the tutorials that I saw. The amount of Americans posting up how to craft and modify guns was truly stunning, and I was starting to take a crash course in precision machining.
I was getting into pulling apart and putting together revolvers and shotguns, deciding to focus on these two specifically more than anything else. I wanted to learn traps as well, but those took a back seat to gun modification and creation. To make it even better, I purchased a bunch of common ingots of materials to make guns with and the tools to shape them.
Day in and out, I hopped out of my pod, ran to my computer, and looked up the information I wanted in real life before hopping back into the game. I would practice in the game for hours upon hours before I would jump out and see how well I did compared to my memory and start all over again. When I was not jumping in and out of the game, I took small breaks to put up things for my job and eat. I also put on a dozen alarms to allocate a half hour to exercise so that I would keep my slim figure for my fans. My metabolism helps, but I was not going to rely on it completely.
Sleep took me hard, and I would put on increasingly revealing outfits. The stream was paying slightly more than average lately, and my bills came up, and I watched my bank account empty to pay rent and utilities. It was a pain in my ass, but it was life.
So, I continued to work without rest. Days passed in the game as quickly as they did started to in the real world. That brought about the first thing that brought me out of my crafting phase. The drydock workers had completed the repairs, and the smuggling ship was ready to take off and smuggle again.
That brought me to bring my full arsenal to a meet-up with the next shipper. This was a supply of some narcotics to a tier-one planet with a bunch of specialized Microchips that would bring them a healthy payout as well. As we took control of the shipment, they were eying me up. I looked at them impassively and thought that maybe I should have brought my armor for this. Maybe in the future, I will bring more attention or respect. It was an Ambusher's armor, and I did not want them to know what style of fighter I was.
We took off from this planet after taking the large shipment that filled up our cargo hold. It was an odd feeling as I had spent so much time in the forest that I almost felt like I would miss the place. Then I scoffed and turned back to crafting.
Crafting became my entire being for a time. I started to learn the tools to make each piece of a gun from scratch. It was intense, and there were so many small things that I had absolutely no confidence in doing it right now.
The attempt, though, taught me more than I cared to realize, as it showed how incompetent of a gun manufacturer I was. I started to wish almost that I had gone the mass production route with gun manufacturing. It would have allowed me to mass produce and generalize my building in exchange for making less powerful, more generic weapons.
That was not the route that I chose and I dug my teeth into the grind of using the in game tools to do things that the real world could not do. The tools though did not make things easier. It made it more precise and although the starting level was easier to achieve it seemed the skill ceiling was much higher to control it. It made me think sometimes that I could do the same in real life with the same tools.
Then I remembered that these were sci-fi tools. They worked in this universe based on technology that I did not have the slightest understanding of. Days turned into almost a week, and I was brought out of my crafting haze between crafting, sleeping, eating, and working out, which I also added to my routine into the game. I did not know if it would help, but I thought that it should not hurt either.
“We are coming up on the planet,” Ura said, “You have five hours. I need you for the drop-off. Also, are you going to train Emma?”
“Ah, shit, I forgot about her in my crafting haze. Not that I am really willing to leave it.”
“I get it; you're practicing and learning. The amount of scrap around you, though, is starting to build. Also, did you pay your ‘employer’ for the contract?” Ura asked.
“Shit, no, I haven't. I will get to it soon; thanks for reminding me. I will change pace and get ready for planet side.” I told her.
“We are not going to be here long. So no time for a bounty. I got a shipment to another tier-one planet. We are going to be busy going through some of the tougher security for larger bonuses. This one is going to be a nice payday, along with the next one. I don't expect trouble from these guys; they have the illegal part of the shipment that needs to be gotten out. Another business has a last-minute shipment that some rich asshole paid top dollar to get as fast as possible.”
“Sounds like a payday,” I replied, standing up.
“It is, but I am worried anyway because being prepared is something that I have decided to be ever since I lost my ship that day,” Ura said, her voice cold, and I nodded.
“Understandable!” I exclaimed, “Let me clean up, and I will be ready. Do you want me in armor?”
“Actually, yes, having an armored guard means you're not just some random riffraff but an actual threat.”
“Understood.”
So, with a new distraction, I left my Crafting haze and ate a large meal, cleaned off all the grime crafting brings, and suited up as we were coming in for a landing. Then, I took some time to talk to Emma.
“Emma, I forgot about you, if I am being honest. So what I want you to do to start is to buff up.” I told her, “I need you stronger, so work out till you can carry at least twenty kilos in your arms without issue. This is for a gun that you will need to carry around while fighting. You need to be able to aim with it and run around with it while you do so. So that is the basic requirement for you to reach the next point of training.”
“I can do ten, no problem. Can't I just be a sniper or something?” Emma asked.
I shook my head, “Nope, you need to reach that point. What if you have to run away with your rifle?” I asked, “Move into position?” I asked, and she started to frown. I nodded, “These are all things that you will have to do. You will need to position yourself and get yourself into places that people will not expect a sniper to be. Especially in an urban environment. What if the only way in some backwater world you need to run up six flights of stairs with your powerful fifteen-kilo rifle?”
Stolen novel; please report.
“I would not make it,” Emma said bluntly, and I nodded.
“Even with all my carrying capacity, I would struggle, but the difference is that I can shed weight and run up with only the necessities. We have not even talked about ammo and various other things you will have to carry on your person to be an effective combatant in modern warfare. Do you want to be a bounty hunter? It is different than some criminals in the forest where you wait for people to come to you. Us bounty hunters have to go out, hunt people down, and capture or kill them. It is a different ball game from defensive entrenchment that you are used to.”
“I will do my best,” Emma exclaimed and smiled, “Thank you for giving me a goal!”
“I expect the best of you, Emma. I do not want to train you just to see you die on some simple assignment. I want to train you to be among the best. I might not know much more, but we can learn even more together once you catch up, Emma.”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
That finished my pep talk, and I joined Ura as she brought us back into the atmosphere. Then, customs raided our ship to check it for contraband. Watching while being armed and armored was something that I could tell they did not like.
“Excuse me, why do you look about ready to kill us?” A Contraband searcher asked, and I pulled off my helmet.
“I am not. You are part of the government. I am suited up, so I can escort the cargo just in case. It is valuable.” I said bluntly, and the guy looked at his readings and nodded.
“Sorry, having an armored carrier on something this small is not normal.”
“Because I am a bounty hunter, too. When we are stuck looking for cargo, I hunt bounties. It's worth my time until my contract runs out. Now, we have a delivery time to uphold,” I said, trying to be friendly yet curt.
After an hour, they cleared us, and we started to unload directly into a lorry. We took off with me in the back. This was a much larger lorry and could carry our entire cargo with a bit of extra space. The entire shipment was for one person, and I was ready with all my guns loaded up.
Then, I activated the passive camo system and blended into a corner of the ship. It was amazing to watch as it covered everything in the holsters, leaving me with my assault rifle on my back, my sniper on the wall beside me, not really blending in, and my shotgun and pistol, along with extra ammo, hidden.
When the air lorry landed at our destination, Ura came out to greet the people who were picking up this valuable cargo.
Two purple, four-armed men and one armored guy walked up to Ura, smiling, as Ura looked them over. They did the same and did not see that she had a protector as well. “Is everything here? " the man asked.
“You can prove your credentials first?” Ura said bluntly. The man walked forward, handing her a chip, which she promptly put into the reader. She frowned for a moment before smiling. “Mr. Den-nis sol-nar, it looks like you are who this is bound for. But you have not paid up. Please pay before we hand over this cargo.”
“I think that without protection, this cargo is mine for free, Ura.” The purple man was smiling and the armored man started to lift his gun. I started to move as soon as I heard him say the word ‘without,’ and I walked up to the armored man, pulling out my handgun in one hand and the sawed-off shotgun in the other. Before they knew it, the shotgun pressed into the back of the purple man who had been talking and the handgun directly into the armor.
“Who said she was alone,” I said, already deactivating my camo.
The room all froze, but Ura and she chuckled. “Well, Mr. Den-nis sol-nar, It seems that you will be paying extra for the delivery fee, Don't you believe?” Ura asked with a smile, pulling out the handgun from behind her and aiming it at the last man. “I am not without protection myself as you seemed to think.”
“We can talk this over, correct?” he said with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
“Mr dipshit, you will pay an extra twenty-five percent of our delivery fee, or this ends with people dead, and that would not be us. We stand to make money either way.” My voice was cold and dark, and the guard started to lift his gun.
So I pushed the muzzle against his neck harder, “Move one more time, and I fucking shoot dipshit. I will not warn you again. Move one more fucking centemeter, I fucking dare you.” The armored guard froze again.
“F—Fine, we will pay you plus a ten percent increase,” the purple one said, and Ura chuckled.
“I don't think you get it, Mr. Den-nis sol-nar. Twenty-five percent, and we will take your highly illegal contraband to its destination, you fuck wit. Seriously, what were you thinking.” Then Ura paused, “You know what? I am canceling my delivery for you. Pay up for your shipment and get the fuck out of my face.”
“You can't do that!” He yelled, and that was when it happened. The Guard moved, and my finger pulled the trigger on my handgun.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The first bullet at this range chewed into the armor, and the man tried to move. The first bullet did not kill him, but the second, third, and fourth, all really close to the broken armor, ripped in and killed the man as he dropped his gun and fell into a heap of broken body and armor. The man stood no chance and was hoping that I did not have the guts to pull the trigger.
Stupid fucking NPC.
“I will pay, I WILL PAY PLEASE!” The purple man cried, and I pressed the muzzle of the shotgun further into his back.
“You have finished off my patience. Pay up, fuck off in the next five minutes while taking your cargo. If you are not done in five minutes, we are keeping all the extras for ourselves to sell to whom we want. I am sure the authorities would be interested in some of the things you might be holding if you don't cooperate.”
The two purple men took the cargo quickly, and we kept the dead guard, which Ura said was smarter. We did not take their illegal shipment, and Ura was on the phone. “Don't worry; I have a backup plan for our secret cargo. This one is a little more unpalatable, but still a hefty pay day.”
“What is it?” I asked, curious what could make Ura a little squeamish.
“An endorphins medicine. It's Called Dreamy Skies. It was developed as a medicine, but for certain species, it is one hundred percent addictive. It will shut down your ability to create certain necessary chemicals, and the healing process is expensive, and rehab is hard, I hear. But the trip is said to be one of the best in the galaxy. Among the top ten from druggies, apparently. And it is very fucking illegal. I am not a fan of transporting this one over what that other guy had, but I am not going to take a cargo from someone who tried to rob me.”
“Fair enough. I am surprised that you allowed him to take it.”
“Offloading that last shipment would have been a pain in the ass. No, this was faster and more profitable. Let me contact the next person, and we will go pick up our next cargo. Why not check to see if that dead guard had a bounty?”
I grinned, “That is an excellent idea, Ura.”
So I pulled out the tablet and ripped off the helmet, and to my surprise, the man was a human. It was weird how often I saw humans around the place. I wondered if there was a lore reason for that. But I snapped a picture, looked into it, and smiled.
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Bounty: Zil Na’Frah
Race: Human
Crimes: Murder, Torture, Assault, Extortion, Distribution of Narcotics
Federation Bounty: 15500 Federation Credits
Wanted Dead or Alive
Note: This Man is suspected of being in an underground organization but has fallen off the map. Beware that the difficulty might not be equivalent to the payout.
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“Well, it seems that he did have a bounty!” I exclaimed, and Ura scoffed.
“Who do you think is part of these organizations, SleepyWonder?” Ura asked, “They look legit on the surface, but that is to launder their Credits to spend it. They typically need people with bounties to do deals with us. Still fucking stupid of them.”
“Fair enough, we can drop him off at the ship when coming back and collect the bounty after stripping him of his shit. No need to waste, right?”
We both chuckled.
After an hour, the new clients, even with me hiding, did not try anything. I could tell that Ura found the Dreamy Skies to be distasteful, but credits first. We needed to expand fast. With our cargo secure, we flew back.
Everything went smoothly after those dipshits, and after five hours and a supply run with full pockets was taken off, heading off the planet for another delivery.
Now full of supplies for the trips and an extra bounty to my name, I had two days before the next destination.
It was back to crafting for this lady.