Taking a few seconds to sort the little strips by size, he took the biggest pile. Dropping a strip into one of the short closed ended tubes he held the tube half under the water in the bucket with crude tongs. Then used the laser pointed down the tube with short pulses to melt the steel strip before letting the tube drop to the bottom of the bucket with a hiss. Chump quickly repeated the process with the rest of the short tubes and strips.
While Pan dropped a strip into each tube then placed the tube into the crude tongs to be melted one after another, Red continued rummaging through the destroyed compartment.
A few minutes later Red came up to Jack and put a gunbelt with a holster around his waist. Jack started to cringe away until he saw that the belt was not the blood and gore covered belt and holster that he had left around the crewmen he had gotten the gun from. Jack started to dig the power clips that he had stuffed into his pockets a few minutes before out of his pockets until he realized that the mag pouches on the belt were full already. Checking the power readings on them he put them back in his pockets then checked the mags in the belt pouches.
Looking up at Red she smiled and said. “The Pistol was slagged. Evidentially early on.”
Watching Pan Slide over holding up a combat knife Jack grimaced. “You know how to use that?”
“No.” She said. “But it is better than nothing. I can’t use a throwing wedge or a blow gun.”
“OK? I was wondering if that was what it was or not. The problem is that blowguns aren’t very good. Air and lungs can only do so much and those weighted end tube slugs look awfully heavy.”
Pan smiled. “Not air and lungs Captain. Remember me telling you we can store pure oxygen to survive the noxious fumes from my home planet. Our females store the oxygen in our breasts so we can provide for our young children before they are developed enough to provide for themselves. The males, Chump, store the pure oxygen they separate from the nitrogen and other gasses in a bladder around their neck just like we females can but they can also break water down to store the oxygen if they are away from breathable air for long periods of time. Storing the hydrogen in another bladder down in their butt. The males take great pride in how far they can shoot flames out their butts when they are young. Most disgusting but they can also combine that mixture in their mouths to create an explosion to propel projectiles down what we call a Pooka from the noise it makes, a very strong hollow pole that grows naturally on our home planet. We still have contests now and even bad marksmen can hit a Mellon at a hundred yards while a good shot can take down a Monsterbeast the size of what you humans call an elephant at a thousand yards.”
Jack turned to look at Chump. He was in the process of melting the remaining strips into short tubes that had the same length as their width. The short mettle stubs were lined up along the tiled deck with Chump quickly going from on stub to the next filling them with the molten metal. With 40 or 50 of the little things filled, he straightened up and started pouring water over the whole bunch to cool them off with steam hissing up from them as the water flowed out across the deck. As the pellets cooled Chump started stuffing the long cylinders he had already made into the somewhat cleaned belt that had been around the woman Jack had taken the pistol from. Lining them up in rows filling each power pack pouch.
Pan used her knife to cut the pant leg off the dead woman. Tying one end closed with wire, she made a small bag then used wire pulled from the conduit to make a shoulder strap and fasten the flap that folded over the top.
Chump brought the refilled bucket back from the cleaning closet and picked up the half way cooled slugs off the tiles with the tongs and dropped them into the bucket to finish cooling them.
Shaking his head in bewilderment Jack went back to watching the passageway.
Jack suddenly turned to look through the bulkhead toward the core. Jack quickly slapped at his caller, his helmet quickly raising the sections from his collar up across his head. Then tapped the visor closed and darkened it. Something had caught his eye on the opposite side of the ship on that same deck but it was hard to see even with his visor blocking out the blinding light from the passageway. He suddenly realized that he was looking at the armored Captain’s Cabin. The ships armored core had prevented him from seeing much but flickers of movement while normal light was shining in his eyes and even now he was only able to see vague shapes from the infrared and other radiation penetrating the armor. Especially at this distance through the additional bulkheads.
Without thinking Jack stepped out into the passageway and started walking. Drawing the laser pistol Pan had placed in the holster a few minutes before. Automatically running the checks on it again.
Red caught up with him as he passed the core. “What’s going on Captain? You just passed the hatch to the core elevator.”
“Yes I know.” And kept walking without taking his eyes off the Captain’s Cabin. He did not like what he thought he was seeing as he started walking faster.
Running up to the Captain’s cabin Jack stopped at the hatch staring off to one side.
The Dumonts caught up to them. “What is it Captain?”
The erg to answer the two Dumonts staring at him as well as the feeling of wellbeing calm trying to sooth him but his rage continued to build at what he thought he was looking at.
Tapping his collar to retract his helmet Jack Aimed the laser and burned the lock on the hatch. Taking a deep breath he kicked the hatch open and stepped through.
A man with a scruffy beard was standing in front of a table with his pants down around his ankles. A woman was spread eagle on the table at just the right height for penetration with her butt hanging just over the edge with her legs spread eagle hanging in the air to the sides on chains to the overhead. Her arms also chained into the air.
The young girl was crying as she kicked at her chains holding her legs spread up toward the overhead. She pulled hard with her arms chained off to the side. A strap across her stomach held her hips in place from moving.
The man glanced at Jack. “Get the hell out of the Captain’s Cabin you fool.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Jack said inanely. He knew exactly what he was doing.
A big smile came across the man’s face. “Just one of the fringe benefits of guarding the Captains haram play toys. I get to play as long as I clean them up afterwards.” A bucket with a sponge in it sat on the deck next to the table. “King Robinson likes his pussy clean and fresh smelling after a battle and I have 6 more to do yet.” He let out a laugh as he picked up a Blast pistol. “Thought you would get some too hey? Now get the hell out or I will kill you now instead of letting the King do it when he finds out you broke in. Maybe I will forget about telling him and just make you pay me to stay alive.” He finger fucked her with his free hand and a smile as he waved the pistol in the air.
“I said get the fuck out.” Looking around pissed. The man finely noticed the laser pistol Jack had and started to jerk the pistol toward Jack at the hatch.
Jack burned him through the chest before he got close. Not wanting to take a chance on a head shot. But the half second beam hit the Blast pistol as it was brought around after burning a hole half through the man. Jack watched the slag fly off to one side with disappointment. He could have used the Blaster. It was a better weapon than the Laser.
Jack hung back as Red and Pan rushed forward. Red cutting the chains with single swipes of her Micronic Saber while Pan took the woman in her arms comforting her.
Jack walked to the bedroom door. Five women were chained around the room to the bulkheads. One still had a Lieutenant pinned officer’s shirt hanging open down the front barely covering her breasts and nothing else. The others had even less.
“Red, get in here and cut these women loose. Chump see if you can find some cloths for them.”
The lieutenant looked up at Jack and blinked a couple of times and said. “You’re Captain Turner aren’t you?”
Baffled. Jack just shook his head.
“Well
it took you long enough to get here.” Taking a deep breath as she smiled. “That means they found something in that store room after all.”
Jack just looked at her baffled as Red cut her loose.
“We have been playing this stupid cat and mouse shit for 6 months. We get an emergency signal going and that fucker attacks until he destroys it. Not like we could hide it with it squawking to the universe. Luckily the Gronks are good fighters and that ass hole Commodore is running out of troops and lies.” Pointing to the closet she turned to Chump. “You will find some cloths in there.” Then went over to a drawer and pulled out a lieutenant Commanders uniform neatly folded but no bra or panties and put it on chucking the lieutenants garb and looking back at Jack. “He likes to fuck me in my uniform but insists on demoting me the rest of the time.” Quickly saluting Jack before she started buttoning up her blouse without a bra. “I am Lieutenant Commander Glenn, the Exec now acting Commander of the Paprika. I got taken a couple days ago when we raided a store room we hoped would have the parts we needed to fix up a beacon again. I was pretty sure that ass wouldn’t kill me when my party needed a distraction to get away. But then I had not planned on getting caught but I screwed up changing mags.”
Turning to the mirror to make herself presentable. “You finish taking the rest of the ship yet?”
The girls did not bother putting on cloths as they tried to hold onto each other sobbing while they climbed back into the huge bed under the covers.
“Aaa. No. We just got here and this is it. We were transferring between ships when we found your distress call but hopefully we will have reinforcements soon.” Taking a deep breath. “So I take it that the Commodore is going to try to take out the beacon and that is why so many troops are massing in the lower empty gun deck.”
The Commander smiled. “Ya, I thought he was going to kill me last night when his raiding party was captured intact after torturing me to get the details of our week points the day before. His guys didn’t stand a chance.” Shaking her head. “He probably would have killed me this time when his little army walked into a killing ground this evening but thanks to you he won’t get the chance. The damn fucker tried to play good saint bad ass hole on me last night. My nipples and cunt are still hurting from the electric shocks. At least my people won’t have to worry about that little army of his anymore. The shame is that those damn Gronks simply won’t attack since they were ordered to only defend the aliens. Or we could have put an end to this months ago. He retreats and licks his wounds and comes back again avoiding the damn Gronks. It is impossible to guard every passageway and ladder with enough strength to keep a mass attack from getting through.” Getting a stern look on her face. “All I know is that my people better damn well follow orders and kill the lot of them or I am going to be one pissed Exec.” Looking at Jack and smiling. “That is if your guys don’t get here by then.”
The Lt. Commander started out the bedroom door as Jack stopped her. “You best tend to your crew Captain.” He nodded toward the clustered girls.
“Fuck them. They are not my crew and you better tie them up. They are wholly brainwashed into loving their new King and will slit your throats at the first chance.” Looking at them like they were worse than dirt. “Who the hell do you think did most of the torturing? I even watched them help that puke self-proclaimed King kill one of his own crew that crossed him.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “Well what do you think we should do with them?” As he followed her out into the main room.
“I would suggest you put them out the nearest lock.” Frowning as she shook her head and continuing. “But Sick bay and cuffed to a bunk would probably have to do for now. They have been regaling me with stories about how many crewmen they have helped the Commodore kill which has amounted to them plunging the knifes into and cutting parts off and waiting for them to bleed to death. Or chocking them to death to make their cocks bigger while they fucked them in front of the Commodore.”
“You ungrateful bitch!” Screamed someone from the bedroom. “He is your benevolent King Traitor. We will make you pay for those words.”
Captain Glenn, bent down and picked up the Blaster and seeing that it was garbage shook her head and laid it on the table she had been naked spread eagle on a few times herself. “Well, I killed and wounded a good half dozen of them before they took me. I should have practiced changing mags more often.” Chuckling. “Well, I couldn’t bother to even practice a few times. Didn’t see the need. After all who can’t change a simple mag? Turns out it is a lot harder to change mags in combat than I thought. I was always to fucking busy even on the firing range shooting at targets and look what it cost me. I should have listened to the marines and stood there practicing over and over but it looked so stupid just standing or sitting of laying there grabbing mags out of there pouches and slamming the damn mags in to the gun then cycling the gun and jerking them out again only to do it all over again. I did it a couple times once and dropped a mag and felt stupid so I stopped and never practiced again and look what it got me.”
Heading for the hatch. “Let’s start in the ward room. We don’t need any of those ass holes behind us before we head down and I could use a meal and a weapon.”
Jack started to follow her since she seemed to know what she was doing.
Hearing the patter of feet across the deck as hate filled the Compartment behind him. Turning around he saw one of the naked women from the bed pick up the blaster from the table. “I am not going to let you kill my King you bitch!” She screamed as she raised it toward Commander Glenn.
Jack started to smile knowing that the Blaster was junk but a sudden burst of fear hit him from the bedroom door as Chump came through and turning toward him Jack watched the man’s hand flick from a pocket toward the young woman and before he knew it, one of the triangles was buried in her head with only a little of the flat end sticking out. Chump had not known that the Blaster was junk.
She dropped like a rock. The Junk Blaster hitting the deck still clutched in her hand with her finger on the pulled trigger, thumb on the safety flicked off, her other hand gripping the butt of the pistol as a professional does. Jack suddenly remembering the joy flashing from her at the chance to kill again just before she died.
Sudden grief at killing, started washing over Jack from Chump. Getting Jack’s full attention as Chump dropped to his knees. Pan was there in a second putting her arms around him as she had done to the first woman now laying on the couch sobbing. Her energy washing over Chump trying to sooth him and take the pain as she had done only minutes before.
Walking back to the table and the now dead woman Jack got a glimpse of the other three women hiding under the covers of the bed. Massive amounts of fear washing from all three of them. Jack picked up the junk Blaster, having to pry her fingers off from around it. Walking back to Captain Glenn as he rubbed the soot from around the melted burned hole in the side of it. He handed it to her as he pushed her out into the passageway and in a low voice with his mouth close to her ear. “Get rid of this piece of junk when you get a chance. No one else has to know it is junk. Got that? Ever.”
She looked at Jack and frowned. “I don’t think you have to worry about the rest of the women. She was the one that did all the killing I saw and from the way they talked now that I think of it, she probably did most of it except what she and the Commodore forced the others to do to stay alive. The one on the couch is a new one brought in yesterday for refusing an order. Though I don’t know what order.”
Jack spun Lt. Commander Glenn around by her arm, stepping to the hatch again. “Good. She can tell us what the hell is going on around here and who we can trust. She will sympathize with and trust you. Now go and help her.”
Snarling. “Fuck her! She has probably killed at least one of my crewmen.”
“Bullshit! You don’t know that. She could be here now simply because she refused to kill. Now get your butt over there and find out what the hell is going on up here.”
Glenn looked at Jack frowning then stepped into the Cabin.
Jack followed, kneeling beside the two Dumonts. “Chump, I need your help. You did what you had to do. If you hadn’t I and the Captain would be dead.”
Pan looked at Jack. Being next to the couch with the first victim when Jack had picked it up, she knew that the Blaster was junk. “Captain the Blas…”
In desperation to make her shut up he tried to use what is known as a Command Voice in the hope it would get the needed message across as he held up his hand trying to signal for her to stop before she finished the word. A light seemed to flash between his head across his hand and hit Pan right between the eyes knocking her back onto her butt as her mouth stopped moving in mid word.)
“Could have killed us all!” Seeing but not understanding or even sure of what happened as he finished the sentence.
Hearing her thoughts in a blink of an eye, of doubt with the question of why the Captain had not taken the Blaster if it would work and then amazement that did not make any sense to Jack.
“It still had a shot or two before it quit or blew up possibly killing the person shooting it.” Jack could not believe he had said the lie. But he knew Chump had to believe that he had not murdered anyone. Though technically he hadn’t anyway. In reality anyone with a gun was a threat and a legitimate target especially if they pointed it at someone else. Condition of the gun was not relevant. Even if it was just a toy. The intent was there. And then remembering that Pan was damn good at feeling others feelings and pain and telling if they were lying. He knew she would know he was lying and see the lie for what it was but would she see why? He decided to press on. “She could easily have killed all four of us Chump if you had not stopped her when you did. You simply had no choice. You saved all our lives Chump.” Jack hugged him around the shoulder trying to make an impression as he shook him back and forth trying to get his mind off of the dead body he was still staring at. Jack tried to turn him away from the sight but finely having to get between Chump and the body before his eyes moved to look at Jack.
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