"Always heard good things about the Laser Lariat. You'll find her in the, err, seedier part of town." He cackles lecherously. "Not a place for a lady to walk alone at night."\n\n//"I'll manage,"// you tell him, and head [[downtown.|Bar]]
"Attention occupant of vessel! I am X-99, officer of Planet X Homeworld Security. Your ship has been randomly chosen for a search. Prepare for boarding."\n\nA much larger ship latches on to yours. Soon the door opens and a spindly robot steps onto the ship. Its blinking red eyes scan your passport. "A spice trader, eh?" It says, lifting a grey package. "You won't mind if I open this up and verify your occupation?"\n\nDo you [[consent to the search|Consent]]? Or do you [[blast the robot|Lasgun]] with your lasgun before it can blow your cover?
You step into the neon darkness of a local establishment and find a seat in the corner. You've got to keep your head low and hope your contact will find you. WHAM!! Suddenly a body goes sailing into the table next to you!\n\nYou look up - an amethyst-skinned woman is in the center of a crowd of dudes, none of whom look happy about her throwing that guy across the room. A fight's about to break out. She may have four arms, but there are ten of them. The odds don't seem in her favor.\n\nDo you [[join the fight|Brawl]] or [[ignore it|Sting]]?
X-99 points a finger and activates a thin red laser, with which it traces a circle on the outside of the package. The cut piece of cardboard falls to the floor, along with a trickle of top-grade Martian spice.\n\n"Very well. You may land at Bay 12 of the South Sea Starport."\n\nThe robot returns to its ship, which detaches from yours. You are [[free to land|Stardock]].
She leans in close, two hands in your hair, one on your back and one sliding down to your ass, and just tucks her tongue softly into your mouth. A sudden moan wells up to fight for space in your mouth, and you push back greedily with your own hungry tongue, pressing yourself against her cool, sweat-covered body. Too soon she pushes you away, kiss-giddy and gigglestupid.\n\n"I would love to spend the rest of the night with you," she says, two of her hands probably unconsciously playing with your hair, "but I've got a contact to meet." She plants a second kiss on your forehead, then is off into the night before you can protest.\n\nHEY! That was your contact! You look down at the package in your hands. Now you've really blown it. The Queen will have your head for this! And probably other parts of you, too!\n\n[[THE END|Restart]]
While the robot is looking over the package, you sneakily slip your hand into your back pocket, curling your fingers around your lasgun. //BLAM!// You draw and fire!\n\n"OUCH." The robot says, sparks flying from its side. Its eyes blink off one final time. You head for the controls to try and detach your ship from the larger one, but already more Homeworld Security Troops are scrambling across the star ramp toward your ship! You aim your lasgun, but before you can do anything, ZAPPO! You're hit!\n\nYou awaken to the sound of laughter. You look up to see a masked figure raising a whip. You try and back away, suddenly discovering your ankles are shackled. Oh no, you realize with horror. That's a tickle whip!\n\n[[THE END|Restart]]
You keep stay in your seat and watch as the violence unfolds. You've got to keep your cover, after all. Amethyst's four fists give plenty of the guys something to think about, but soon a chair breaks over her back and she goes down. You gasp in fear.\n\n"This is the police! Nobody move!" barks a sudden voice. Everyone puts their hands in the air. "That means you, too!" a cop snaps at you. Uh oh.\n\nIt doesn't look good when a vial of SHRINKDEX-1 is found on your person. In a few days you and Amethyst sit shackled in a hover wagon cruising into the mountains. "I have twice as many armpits as you," she whimpers. "I'll never survive the tickle mines."\n\n[[THE END|Restart]]
You turn and hand the package over to an iridescent-skinned, tentacle-haired girl. "A gift on a first date?" she chuckles, then tears the package open. Soon she's holding the vial in her hands, staring at horror at the series of warning labels plastering it: biohazard symbols in twelve galactic vocabularies, a big black skull and crossbones.\n\n"Help! Police!" She yells, turning to run. This wasn't your contact!\n\nSeveral days later, you're on a crystal mountainside, being marched in chains towards an ominous-looking cave. "You're gonna be doing hard time, girl," chuckles the overseer. You can hear the sound of laughter, faint for now, drifting from the mine.\n\n[[THE END|Restart]]
<html><div align="justify">DEAR AGENT: IN THIS PACKAGE IS A VIAL OF A CONTRABAND SHRINKING AGENT, SHRINKDEX-1. IT COMES FROM THE PRIVATE ARSENAL OF QUEEN LESBIONICA HERSELF. YOU ARE TO DELIVER IT TO AN AGENT OF AN UNDISCLOSED <a href="http://starwench.tumblr.com/">FOREIGN NATION</a> ON THE BORDER WORLD, PLANET X. DO NOT HAND OVER THE PARCEL UNTIL YOU HEAR THE CODE PHRASE, "WHAT'S A CUTE GIRL LIKE YOU DOING IN A FLIBBERJIB LIKE THIS." BE WARNED: IF YOU ARE CAUGHT WITH THIS VIAL IN YOUR POSSESSION, YOU COULD BE SENT TO THE TICKLE MINES OR WORSE! BE CAREFUL.</div></html>\nDO YOU [[ACCEPT YOUR MISSION|Starship]]?
You wander around the star docks, watching the dock workers guide in the larger space freighters. "What's a girl like you doing in this jibberjabber?" asks a crusty voice.\n\nYou turn to see a grizzled old stevedore eyeing you from a nearby platform. "Can I help you, miss?"\n\nDo you say, //[["Where would I go around here if I was, uh, trying to meet somebody?"|Tip]]// or //[["I'm trying to get some merchandise off my hands. Think you could take a look?"|Busted]]//
You hand over the package. He gingerly opens it, extracts the vial, and holds it close to his one good eye. Then he lifts his wrist to his mouth and begins barking into it. "I've got a Nine-Oh-Niner on the docks. Nine-oh-niner, that's an illegal substance. Requesting back-up." What? The old guy was a cop?! Within seconds hoverbikes are pulling up around you.\n\nThe trial goes fast: it's not hard to convict someone who handed a contraband substance to a cop. Within days you're marching in chains into the mountains. "Why the long face?" the overseer teases you. "There'll be plenty of laughs where you're going."\n\n[[THE END|Restart]]
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The message self-destructs in your hands with a little fart, leaving behind your forged interplanetary passport and new identity as Suds Thoroughly, interstellar spice merchant. Your starship has already been filled with packages of space spice, just in case you're searched.\n\nYou mix the pale blue package in with the others and patch the coordinates for Planet X into your navcomputer. Once the autopilot kicks in, you put your feet up and take a little snooze until your ship has reached its [[destination|Search]].
A dude is about to grab Amethyst from behind when you break a chair across his back. She turns at the sound, sees you, and cracks a grin as wide as the Valles Marineris. Then her arms whirl into a tornado of punches as you clock the nearest ruffian so hard you can see the numbers 12:00 light up in his eyes.\n\nIn a few minutes the two of you are sweating, back to back, in the center of a pile of unconscious bodies. You can feel her four strong shoulders heave as she catches her breath. Then, laughing, she turns and wraps all of her arms around you in a tight embrace.\n\nGod, if she wasn't holding you up her smile would floor you. "What's a cute girl like you doing in a flibberjib like this?" she asks.\n\nDo you [[stammer goofily|Whoops]] or [[give her the package|Mission Complete]]?
You wander amid an endless procession of neon lights, holograms, all advertising a seemingly endless array of debaucherous activities and extraterrestrial fetishes. You keep your head low to hide your blushing as you hurry through the streets.\n\n"What's a girl like you doing at a flubberjub like this?" comes a sudden voice from behind you.\n\nDo you [[hand the package|Bad Date]] to the owner of the voice or [[keep walking|Bar]]?
You pull out the package and show it to her. She nods silently. Two of her hands take the box from you, the other two crawl into your hair and pull you close as she pushes a soft, seeking tongue into your mouth. As the kiss ends, she gives your lips a gentle bite that makes you moan with need and your toes drum against the soles of your boots. She fixes her eyes on your no-doubt-a-little-misty ones and opens her mouth to speak.\n\n"It would be better if we weren't seen together-" your heart drops "-in the open. Come on. I know of a safe house near here. A very, very safe house." She turns and begins to pick her way through the bodies littering the floor.\n\n//"Yes, Ma'am,"// you grin, following after her. Your mission is complete!\n\n[[THE END|Restart]]
Following a trail of glowing beacons, you land at your designated star bay. You grab the package containing the SHRINKDEX-1, pull on your star poncho and set out to find your contact on Planet X.\n\nDo you want to check around [[the star docks|Sailor]] or the [[entertainment district|Neon]]?
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