Starfall

Last Updated: 3/21/2024

Featuring –
Reign the wolf owned by Filth Hound
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/filthhound
Catharsis the Saber Cat owned by Filth Hound
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/filthhound
Luka the wolf owned by Filth Hound
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/filthhound
Solarian Wolf 'Sol' the cat-wolf hybrid
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/solarianwolf

Supporting Cast -
Kaden the grizzly bear (NG31 'Steel Gunners' Battalion)
Tristen the otter (NG34 'Archangel' Battalion)
Tammy the fox (Nakarii Scientist)

Details –
WIP - Unfinished
Rough Draft
FUC Approval - CANON

Disclaimer -
This is a work of fiction for adult entertainment purposes only. This story incorporates kinks and materials that are very adult in nature and only intended for an audience eighteen years of age or older. Or the legal age to view adult material in your country or province. If you are not yet 18, if adult material offends you, or if you are accessing this site from any country or locale where adult material is specifically prohibited by law, DO NOT PROCEED.


The kinks and materials involved are purely fantasy and for adult entertainment purposes meant to be taken/viewed/interpreted as-such. They in no way, shape, or form represent any views, values, nor opinions I have as a person and the author. The content here is unmoderated nor censored.


-FOREWARD-

This is a gift to a dear friend of mine and a proof-of-concept of my writing abilities. Something longer-format this time I'll be updating here and there.

-CHAPTER ONE-

Garret's vision blurred in and out of focus midst the clatter of debris spilling in his ship and sparks showering him from the panels above. His ship's alarm blaring with a string of errors and critical warnings parading past the corner of his all too focused eyesight. His ship shuddering, grumbling as it shook almost violently to entering this planet's atmosphere. He held onto his ship's flight controls as if for dear life, eyes laser focused on his horizon, fearful and spotting the nearest landing sight that looked safest. Warnings and threats of jail be damned if he didn't land soon his ship would break-up mid-flight.

It happened so fast it was still a blur to the distracted hybrid. The only thing he could remember was the sheer panic of seeing the sheer size of the MAC guns that were pointed at his rather pathetically sized civilian Orlarian Cargo Ship. His ship stared down the guns of what he knew now was unmistakably a Sauren Dreadnought. There were so many of them in one place. He must have skirted the front of the entire imperial fleet before he managed to engage his sub-hyperspace slip drive that was shredded to pieces by the blast. He was unarmed, begged for mercy, and was met by his ship narrowly being annihilated by the blast of the largest MAC gun he'd likely ever seen on a warship.

Smoke began to fill the cockpit, the ships gyroscopes were no longer responding as he found himself having to actually pilot his ship like a plane more than a spaceship of its type. To his benefit by sheer luck this planet had a breathable atmosphere of oxygen. He didn't waste time though to ponder all the options he had. If he didn't do something now he was going to be dead within minutes. His fingers raced over the control consoles to his front and sides, desperately trying everything he could to slow himself down and soften the rough landing he knew he was in for. Nothing else in this moment mattered to him because if he didn't do everything precisely right... he would be dead before he got to see another solar cycle. He engaged the emergency hatch charges detonating the cargo hold doors of his craft to leave his cargo to spill out onto the planet below. Pallet after pallet of precious cargo sent hurtling out the breach to lighten the weight of the craft while he was still in the stratosphere. Over eighty million credits of fuel and resources gone just like that. Garret had no time to mourn the total loss of his cargo. His cargo was worthless anyways if he was to die here.

Sparks sprayed across his space suit visor, the oxygen already sucked out of his ship since before he even entered atmosphere. His crew... gods... he didn't want to think of it. With nothing but a pure determination to live. To cheat death if this one time he took firmer hold of the controls and engaged the ship's manual speed breaks. Attempting a manual re-entry into planetary orbit. The screen danced across his vision as the ship rocked and shook in protest. Metal grinding and groaning in his ears over the constant blaring of the sirens.

"Mayday! Maydaymaydaymayday! This is OCR63111 civilian cargo ship of the Orlaris Alliance reporting a critical emergency and distress in dire need of immediate assistance! Please! My hyperspace drive is destroyed. My slip space drive is destroyed. All primary engines are no longer responding. I... I suspect my crew may be all dead. My hull is shredded by a direct hit with a Sauren Dreadnought MAC gun. Attempting manual entry and landing onto mining colony Nakosh of the Nakarii Empire. I have dumped my entire cargo to soften my landing. I am unarmed and a civilian commercial transport ship. Attempting manual emergency landing maneuvers. Requesting emergency accommodations permission to land. I... I just don't want to die," he choked on the last words to escape his mouth in the broadcast.

Tears began to well up from his amethyst eyes as he closed them just to take if but a moment to try as best he could to steady his nerves, if but for a moment. He couldn't afford to make one mistake on this. With renewed resolve he opened his eyes again and focused on what needed to be done, landing this clunker in as close to one piece as he could.

///UNDER CONSTRUCTION///