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Chapter 13

Mother Confessor:

Taking my time to reply to the commander’s interest to what I do. Taking another sip on my beverage. Chasing it with another timid pull on my own cigarette. Taking somewhat of an alluring posture, my bosom beginning to flush. Never having had anyone take an interest in what I do.

“ And I would like to see what you do and your utensils as well”, I huskily reply with a growing smile and blushing cheeks.

To say that I find this Terran just as curious as he finds me. Will be interesting to share and be shared with, even if we are both monstrosities in our own right. I think he finds me attractive despite my bandaged mutilated body. The feeling of vulnerability before this hardened, and war torn soldier. A small chill of excitement crawls up my spine. Perhaps not unlike me there is more beneath the surface of this barbarian than I had surmised. Taking another sip of the intoxicating liquid, and trying my best to look as appealing to him as possible. Wanting to entice this hunter as much possible. Could prove to be an experience to be taken by this gladiator spat straight from hell.

Having fallen into a new state of consciousness unknown to me. I feel my arousal slowly building for reasons that I have never known before. Crossing a pair of legs over the other as if to somehow hide the fact that he excites me on multiple levels. Imagining what our immediate future has in store for us.

Graxis:

Almost finished with my inspection of all the armor in the database that had been confiscated from the Terran freighter. Pulling up the last registered machine up on the screen, it piques my interest. It is has to be a joke, no way does anyone use armor that massive and outfitted. The crew had categorized the leviathan that barely fit in the armor bay as a Titan class. Pouring out the last of the dwindled pot of coffee, and setting into the late hour to get some specs on this massive machine. Standing at twice the height of a standard assault class at three decameters. The thing is enormous, and armed with a chain gun with a massive caliber. Dwarfing the standard assault round by one and half. As well as having a manipulate able arms and war hammer. To top it off it packed a massive amount of surface to air, anti-vehicle, and small tactical radioactive missiles. This struck me as odd since the Terrans were all about greed and resources. Domination and control their ultimate goals. The tactical nukes raising more questions than answers.

Taking a large swallow on my cup, I put out an inquiry for an analyst full report on the reasoning behind the weaponry in question. Adding that safety protocols should be met when dealing with the materials in question. Why would the Terrans ever make weapons of mass destruction, that are clearly not on par with their goals of conquest?

Perhaps the Ober-Commander could shed some light on this. Placing a private message for him in his quarters. Requesting he join me in the morning after breakfast to come and inspect the war machine in the armor bay.

Marckus:

Oh what fresh hell is this! My head is pounding at this early hour. Turning my head to see who or what is atop of me in my bunk. The pale blue flesh on a slender arm across my chest fills my vision. Must have gotten pretty bombed last night. Must have decided that it was alright to bring her back to my quarters instead of taking her to her new makeshift accommodations. The lights shown brighter than usual into my lens covered eyes, acknowledging that I was waking. The Mother Confessor started to stir as well, covering her eyes with a slender hands.

“ Do you remember what happened after we left the cantina” ,I ask her placing the order for a strong pot of coffee and a high starch breakfast. Turning away from the glaring lights,

“ You offered your bunk to me so I wouldn’t have to walk all the way back to my own new home. There was a message from Captain Graxis asking for you to join him at 0900 in the armor bay. That he has something that you might like to see. That is all I recall before we both passed out on the bunk” ,she replied with a wince of a hangover she must have too.

Glancing at the wall clock the dull red displaying 0600. Letting out a sigh of relief. At the fact that I had a chance to sober up some from this hangover, as well as that nothing went to far last night. That would have been an awkward first impression I would have set on the pale blue beauty. Her fragile limbs stretching out and a soft yawn escapes her lips.

“ Would you like to join me this morning for an inspection” ,I ask her now sitting rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

“I am not allowed into that and other designated areas without escort” , she replies trying to hide the pain in her voice.

“ I think that I qualify as a suitable chaperone. That and it would give you a chance to see some of toys that I play with” ,I return with a yawn following up my response.

“ I would find that most interesting, and enjoyable, sir” ,she says with a growing smile.

A few minutes pass before my order of breakfast and coffee arrived. Accepting the trays of hot food from the private, and placing them on the desk. The private placed the piping hot pot on the edge of the desk closest the door.

“Is there anything else that you need, sir”, the ensign inquires of me.

“No, thank you. That will be all”, I address him with light authority in my tone. The ensign about faces and marches himself out back into the corridor.

Once back in our privacy, I pour the Mother Confessor a cup of coffee. Offering her my desk chair so that she may eat comfortably. Accepting my invitation, I pour myself a cup. Nothing ever smelt so good or inviting as the cup of scalding hot liquid did in the moment. Stripping off my mask and tank top, placing the mask on the bookshelf, and the tank top into the laundry hamper. All to the sounds of utensils on the metal tray, with brief pauses of sipping coffee. Enjoying the cool recycled air on my skin. Taking a long draw on my own cup, relishing the stimulant filled brew. Placing the cup down on the desk. Collecting the other tray to eat on the bed. Sitting down to eat the contents that set on my lap.

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