The Girls of Sirius Calendar

[Aftyn]

Oh dear....Uhmm....thank you Ms. Meiri for your.....extravagant shoot....we are currently looking for ways to recoup our...expendentures...however we are still sending you your commission.

10 million is all we can afford to give you, if we still want to give reasonable payouts to our other applicants...

And that means only 7 more slots are availible before the year is filled! So Hurry today!

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[Jeremy Hunter]

Izzy walked into the studio with a smile. She flicker her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Hi, Im Izzy. here's my application. I'd like the spot of December please."
"Ok miss Izzy. There's Wardrobe." The man pointed, a smile on his face. Izzy looked into his eyes. SHe was good at reading people.

"I can get changed on my own, I'm sure you'd like the few minutes to get some water or coffee." Izzy skipped away, acting more like her little sister in law Rika than the wife of Jeremy Hunter. The man went over and drained some water bottles gratefully. Izzy returned, and the man, even more pleasant becuase of the drink break, directed her in the shoot. He glanced at the application.

Name: Isabella "Izzy" Hunter-Archer
Age: 19
Current Home: Toledo
Occupation: N/A

The man looked at the name as he directed people around the set.

"Ok, white background, spread some papers, like her lsit is getting longer for the holidays...hands there...Ok...WHy teh Hunter-Archer last name?"
Izzy smiled. "When I married my husband, he wanted me to keep my alst anme still."
"Which is the Husband, Hunter or Archer?"
"Hunter."
"Ok...hold still...how about a bit sultry facal features...there!"

*Click!*

"Ok miss December, perfect!"

Izzy stood up, stretched, and then went to change. The man sat down at his desk and began to get he photo ready. Izzy returned.

"Ok Miss December, where should I send the money?"
"Send it to the NueralNet account of Black.Icarus please."
"Ok. That'll be all. Thanks for coming in!"

Izzy smiled and turned around. Just before she walked out, she turned her head and blew a kiss to the man. The man blushed a little. He had noticed the wedding ring that shoe ahd worn around her neck. He sighed as the ship of Izzy rocketed away.

(//If for some reason the picture doesnt show, google namine sexy jsut like that, it should be the very first picture of the entire thing//)

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Valarin]

"Uh.. Miss Dominique?" He tried again, knocking loudly upon the plain steel door. The sound ricocheted away down the empty hallway and the man looked over his shoulder at his contact. "Are you sure she agreed to this?" He inquired awkwardly. The bulky hispanic figure behind him grunted and pushed past him, pulling a keycard from his pocket and sliding it through the electronic lock. A quick metallic click later and the door keeled inward under the weight of his thick hand.
"Sure, sure. It'll do her some good." He muttered. "Just don't forget to send payment to the account of Silver.Cassandra"

The odd pair entered and closed the door behind them before surveying the scene. The room was almost pristine, surfaces near-sparkling and not a cushion out of place. Were it not for two bags tucked to the side of the sofa, a suitcase on the table and the soft hiss of a shower from an adjoining room it would be impossible to determine the room was taken.
"I didn't know they even did room service out here on Freeport Nine..." The photographer commented, taking the liberty of a dining chair to rest.
"They don't." Echoed a curt reply. He frowned.
"What then - OCD? S'gotta be the tidiest room on the station..."

The two waited awhile, chatting idly about this and that. Every now and then the Hispanic man would check his watch or data-pad. Eventually the sound of water ceased and the flickering of shadow beneath the bathroom door signalled Cassandra's approach.
"Actually," he began, his voice coarse, "better be quick about this." He nodded towards the door and the cameraman, still intimidated by the fellow, stood up and raised his camera to the ready as the handle turned and the panelled metal door shifted outward.

*Click*
*Click Click*

"Ah! Lady Domini--" His eager introduction was cut short by the fist that slammed into his jaw and sent him recoiling back into the room. Wet hair flowing across her exposed shoulders and body clad in only towel, Cassie shot her guard a stern look as he innocently toyed with his data-pad.
"Andres! Who the hell is this?!" She signalled with her foot to the figure crumpled on the floor beside her.
"Well... He came to me with an offer I couldn't--"
"I don't care. Both of you - Out!" The heap on the floor was happy to comply and made to scurry for the door, but a dripping shin stopped him and a hand pulled the camera free of his grip.
"Nice try, pervert." She encouraged him to keep moving with her foot and clicked free the memory card from the camera.
She considered the chip in her hand for a moment as if able to see the pictures stored within, before walking over to the table, bending down, and crushing it beneath one of the thick metal feet. A muffled welp! drifted in from the corridor as it split into a dozen shards.

"A word please, milady..." Andres dared suggest, closing the door on the photographer and turning to her, trying to avert his gaze from her barely-concealed body.

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Several long minutes passed before the steel door re-opened and Andres, glad to find the photographer still present, invited him back inside. He dared not decline the bodyguard's suggestion that they continue lest he face further maiming.

"Five million, you say?" Inquired Cassie as he returned to the room, her voice still stern but veiled with an echo of interest. "What are these pictures for?"

"Ju-just a calendar!" He watched awkwardly as she, now fully dressed and miraculously dry, raised an eyebrow. "Totally anonymous! Small distribution, no one will know who you are, honest!" He added in a hurry. Relief coursed through him when she sighed and nodded.
"Alright. Make it quick." She tossed his camera back at him, and he reloaded it with a new memory cartridge with a swiftness akin to a soldier in a warzone.
After several repeated flashes and clicks, his expression fell slightly. Andres leaned in and the two men held a heated, but brief, conversation. Eventually the guard approached his subject and reached towards her.
"Forgive me, milady." He muttered as he awkwardly adjusted her hair, letting it free of it's ponytail and positioning it as per request. "Do this, and stand here, by the wall." he motioned. "No, no, like this. Right."

*Click*
*Click Click*

Finally satisfied, the young photographer took the opportunity to flee the room before Andres' shouts of pain could reach his ears. He didn't wait to ask about a preferred month. Never again.
Ever.


...


Unless she agreed to that towel.

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Valarin: Characters & Feedback

[Aftyn]

We would like to take the opportunity to thank our two latest girls, Miss Dominique and Miss Hunter-Archer, for their wonderful contribution to our calender! We have awarded the respective sums of money to each specified account, along with the promised bonus commission! And if our reports are right about Miss Dominique, we would like to extend our deepest gratitude for working with us, and that our artistic silence protects any of our guests from any legal action.

Well girls, more than half the year has been filled! Its only a matter of time before all of the months are filled and you miss your once in a lifetime opportunity to be the envy of Sirius! Only 5 positions available!

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[Harus]

Applicant: Dajia A. De'Lacroix
Origin of Birth: Libertorian
Age: 24

Month Requested: August

Looking into the mirror, Dajia continuously fiddles with her hair. The days that she does not fly off into space, she enjoys making herself look gorgeous, and her hair suffers much from having to wear a silly helmet all the time.

Dajia? Are you nearly ready?

Picking at her hair some more, doing some final touches, she smiles as she hears the man waiting for her in the living room of her own house on Los Angeles.

Yes yes, just give me a minute or two, my hair isn't doing what I want it to do!

After a few minutes, she leaves the bathroom wearing a white blouse and white skirt, her hair in her mind, as perfect as hair could ever be. She was happy with it and emerged into the living room with a big smile on her face.

She stands in front of the man, who had just stood up as she walked into the room.

Well, what do you think? She said as she struck a pose on the spot smiling. She knew she looked great, everyone always tells her so.

You look....absolutely stunning my dear. So stunning, that the world...the galaxy..must see you're beauty! the photographer had said to her, and immediately reached for his camera.

Now my dear, all you have to do is pose for me, lots and lots of wonderful poses! We've gotta give these boys something they will love! the photographer expressed and placed the camera near his eyes to start snapping photos.

Dajia looked around the room with a grin on her face. Looking for potential furniture, or props to use. Looking around, she decides to use one of the lay-benches she has spurred around the room.

She sat herself down on it, and the Photographer had already started snipping photos of her as she walked and sat down, in case there was a perfect shot in there.

After 5 minutes of shooting, and her posing wonderfully on the bench, the photographer looked through the pictures.


Lot's of wonderful shots we have here my dear, it will be hard to chose just one..

Dajia smiled and got up from the bench, and took the camera from him looking through the pictures. After a couple of minutes she handed it back to the photographer.

There, that one. I like that one the best! She spoke, standing tall and proud of herself.



Hmmm...I think I would agree, this one is wonderful, I am sure the men at the Calendar company will love it.

Now, as to the payment for these photo's, where can it be transferred too?

Hmm... Have them send it to me directly, I'll just put it in my bank to collect more interest off of.... Dajia_De'Lacroix

Alright madam, we will be sending you them shortly. They will love these pictures.
He spoke as he headed out the door... he knew the residence well, this obviously hasn't been her first photo shoot.

She spun around in a circle, and landed on the couch next to her, sitting there wondering what she would do for the rest of the day.

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[Seth Karlo]

//Wow, that last one looks just like Siona Kithe...

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Signature by Sleipnir.

[Aftyn]

Thank you for the wonderful photo session Ms. De'Lacroix! Your work will be added to our August session of our Calendar, along with a commission of 11 million credits!. And as soon as we are finished, you and eleven others will be the envy of Sirius! But this also means that only...four positions are available!?

Ladies! There are only 4 more slots left! Hurry now if you wished to be featured in the most highly anticipated Calendar of Sirius!

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[Moreton]

"I shouldn't be doing this."

Eddie thought to himself.

""Isn't there anyone else who can do this?"

"Look, Eddie, I trust you more then anyone else here, please, you know we need the cash".

Eddie stopped for a second to think.

"yea bu-"

"Eddie, just take some damn photos, and complain about this later."

Eddie sighs.

"You're sure you want to keep the mohawk up?"

"Yep"

"OK then, lets get this over with"

Eddie nevoursly gets down on one knee, the ships cargo room was far more the large enough for the shoot. Kara stood infront a white sheet, that hid the damage in the wall from small arms fire.

Kara grinned towards Eddie.

*click*

She looked away

*click*

She put her hands behind her head.

*click*

And began to flex out her chest.

*click*
*click*
*click*

"lookin' good"

"Shall we move on"

"Give it a few more photos"

Kara crouched towards to ground.

Eddie didn't give her a chance to get in position.

*click*
*click*

Kara held her hands to her face.

*click*

"I think it's time to move on"

"Acctually these photos will be good eno-"

"Eddie, your such a woman, man the frack up!"

"Fine, lets just get this over with".

Kara undid that back strap of her top, then proceeded with the back of her bra.

"Do the photos have to be decent"

"Yes"

Kara chucked both items of clothing out of sight of the camera.

"Right, lets continue."

Kara stood with her front to the wall with a lonely look on her face, she turned her head round so that she could she Eddie.

"All boys want is a lonely heart to save" she thought to herself.

*click*
*click*
*click*

Suddenly the Camera blew up in Eddies hands!

"FRACK!" he screamed, gripping hes left hand in agony.

"Eddie are you alright?"

"Bloody feckin' thing".

"Kara started to run over to him."

"Put some feckin' cloths on woman!"

"I forgot your Dublin blood still comes though when your pissed, looks like we're going to need a new camera."

On the Bridge, Kara went straight to her personal computer, a bunch of blue unreadable text flickered up on the screen.

"I think Floyd's trying to say something".

Floyd is the ships AI, he was developed on the Cambridge Research Station. He was given too a friend of Karas by the boys parents, but when he went missing Kara was left with the AI. Seeing as Floyd was built to be top grade, for top grade spaceships, he's had a very had time adjusting to the very rusty, and outdated systems of Karas Pirate Transport.

Eddie came running over, he reads the text with a look of interest, the smiles and looks up.

"Floyd says the it was just a power surge that blew up the camera caused by it being over-charged. Thankfully, he picked up on this before hand, managed to download the photos we took into his hard drive.

"Why didn't he warn us?"

"He would've done, remember we still haven't got his vocal systems working properly on this ship yet, he couldn't warn anyone.

"Right, then, lets get these photos sent off."

---Incoming Transmission---
Source:UNKNOWN
ID:UNKNOWN

Hey there, my name is Kara Wall. I realise this isn't the official way to submit any photos for your calender, but I'd prefer not working with a camera crew for my own reasons.

Here are the my favourite picks from a shoot I did today with one of my crewmen.




If my aplication is sucessful, please forward any credits to Deep_Wolf. thank you very much.

END TRANSMISSION.

[Coin]

:Incoming Transmission:

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A Day in the Life of an NPC | Coin | The Journal of Caius Oakley | Build Your Dream Boat

[Amelia:Zoa]

Name: Amelia Zoa
Age: 24
Current Home: New Tokyo
Occupation: Spy

*The Photographers are formed in line...Amelia is walking and watching them carefully.She stopped to one of them:
Amelia:"You there..what is your name?"
Photographer:"Patrick ma'am."
Amelia:"Are your skills in photography high enough to make me the best photo?"
*The photographer is shaking
Patrick:"Y...Yes ma'am I will do my best..I wont dissapoint you."
Amelia:"Good...then lets enter here and I want you to take a very good photo of me...am I clear?"
Patrick:"Ofcourse...yes ma'am."
*Amelia is striping her clothes off and remains only with white dress...She lies on the bed and smiles"
Amelia:"Ok dear go when ready..."
Patrick:"Ok Miss Zoa...i want you to make a good shy smile ...but why is your hair blonde..I though its black??"
Amelia:"No more questions...I wanted to be like that for this picture now "Shoot" the photo or I will at shoot you."
Patrick:" Ofcourse...immediately miss..."

*CLICK

*Patrick shows to Amelia the pictire...
Patrick:"Do you like it ma'am?"
Amelia:"Mm *she smiles...I do like it!"





*these two are from her old album...