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Chapter 19
Duufrig and Warrax stood at the door to Duufrig's cabin. "How's your head, Chief," Garan asked with a smirk in his voice. Although the junior of the two officers, he and Warrax had worked together for years and Garan had never been one to take rank too seriously.
"Yeah, not so bad considering I got really blasted after we finished – when was it ? – two nights back ? You should see my pit – looks like the main drive sprayed a planet's worth of vomit over it."
"Hey, you should get a girl in to clean it up. I could recommend one. Or two!"
"Oh, ha ha. How are you enjoying your spoils?"
"OK. Come in and see. I don't aim to hang onto them all for long."
Duufrig opened the door to his cabin. His three women were waiting as instructed, standing beside his bunk, heads bowed. He looked around. His dress uniform, cleaned and pressed hung beside his wardrobe. The cabin was spotlessly clean. His bunk had been made and turned down. A tall glass filled with chilled beer stood on the cabin's table. He gave a grunt of approval. "Excellent," he thought. "Not bad," he said.
The girls were dressed in similar outfits. Each wore an off-the-shoulder top cut off to leave their bellies naked but with long, loose sleeves that gathered at long cuffs. Each wore a short flared skirt that hung from her hips and barely covered her crotch. Only the colours were different; acid lemon, lime and peach.
"Oh very cute," Shicnan Warrax approved.
"I thought so," relied Garan. "I find the colours help me to keep track of them. All these Sol3a women look alike to me – now I don't have to keep looking at their codes. Do you want a beer?" Warrax grunted agreement. "Peach!" Garan ordered. "Another glass for my friend."
Marni bobbed a curtsey and scuttled off to the galley.
Warrax sprawled on the couch that Garan had on one side of his cabin. Garan pulled a chair from beside the table and sat astride it. "Lime," Garan called with a click of a claw, pointing to Shicnan's side. "Lemon," he clicked again, pointing to the floor beside himself. The two girls crossed the cabin as directed and knelt, heads bowed, hands clasped behind their backs.
"You are really in your element, aren't you." Warrax laughed. "This is like one of your 'Astounding Stories' brought to life."
"Yepp, you're right. And I have to tell you reality is a whole lot better than fiction." Garan brushed a feeler across one of Deeta's barely covered breasts. She gave a quiet whimper but made no move.
"Oh, very cute," Warrax grinned as Deeta's nipples stiffened beneath the thin cloth of her top. "She's very well behaved. In fact, they all are."
"They're 4.2 light units away from anything they might call home. It's crumbling to dust the further they get from it and they know if they upset me they can take their next career move through an air-lock. Yepp, they're well behaved."
Marni reappeared with a beer for Warrax. She placed it on the table beside him and knelt submissively. Warrax, picked up the glass and toasted his friend. "Great service," he said, "I'll drink in this bar again."
"Well don't get too keen on the idea. These ladies won't be a permanent fixture. I reckon that a trio like this will fetch a good price. It should be enough for me to purchase a rank of Navigation Officer – Second Class. That will see me well set up for what ever Gnarff has planned after we drop this lot off back in Forgwin. I'll take my profits now while there's a shortage of conscious women on board – when we get back home there'll be a glut. Got watch the old supply and demand!"
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