The standing orders during a "Man-Scort" were always easy. Many would say mind-numbingly so but for the safety of the "cargo" they always were. Basic maintenance of both machine and soldier were the basic idea. Every tool should be sparkling clean and every minor health issue checked before docking. Of course there was also the standing order to watch for potential threats to the ship, but with the ordered course the only conceivable threats were pirates and slavers- and they just didn't get that stupid as far as anyone could tell.
So an order to see Captain Giovanni, as in immediately, was certainly not expected.
Captain Giovanni, nobody knew her first name, was an all-business graduate of West Point. The type of officer who got loyalty from her troops because of her skill and cunning, if not from her seeming utter lack of charm. Usually her office/quarters seemed barren enough to preform surgery with- but exploded into activity when a battle was in place. The emotional detachment she could achieve was. . .unsettling, but the results were nothing short of amazing.
The Captain herself had obviously been military for a long time and looked like she could keep up with any of her troops physically. Born ethnically Italian, as far as anyone could tell- the accent never completely left despite an education all over the world. Her hair was supposedly deep black at one point, but age has turned it a light Grey as the last few hold outs remain. It's obvious she was a great beauty in her youth, but those days have long sense gone to dust to leave this brilliant-but-utterly-passionless woman behind.
"Sergent, come in." she calls out just before Joanna is about to knock on the door. The captain always did that somehow, maybe it was an officer thing?
The Captain was at her desk as usual in a slightly toned down version of her dress uniform. However instead of paperwork on her computer she simply sat, watching her screen and drinking what looked like coffee.
"You wanted to see me Captain?"
"Yes, for a few reasons- although one seems to have resolved itself," she confesses- with just of bit of a cryptic meaning. She resolves it quickly by turning the monitor screen toward Joanna.
What is seen looks like a basic security view of the guest quarters, and it appears that Private Kelly Arnold had gotten her wish. The breakfast tray had gone untouched but possibly the smell was enough to wake up Henry. Now Private Arnold stood in the shower, half soaped up and drenching wet, with Henry standing behind her- and arm wrapped around her waist while he planted kisses on her neck from behind.
"As per HumanGov directives, I was going to ask you to encourage Mr. Collins to inseminate as many of the women as he could, within ethical reason of course."
"Of course," Joanna replies on auto-pilot. It hurt, in a strange way. Yes, he never said he'd do anything different- but last night had to have been something special. She knew it was for her, she would always remember her first night with a man. And yet- despite the emotional connection, here he was- his arms moving to the Private's breasts to stimulate rapidly pebbling nipples. Without sound it's all silent, but the Private clearly mouths 'Fuck Me' within seconds.
"But it seems our guest doesn't need the encouragement. I also thought it was fair to note that there's a glitch in the security system's software. For reasons the engineering department is trying to fix the security system seems to register a man and a woman making love as the man assaulting the woman." she explains bluntly, which warrants a gulp from Joanna. Was the whole security team watching last night?
"Until then, the ship will be recording all of our guests dalliances and our security rating will lower, especially in your performance review. I'm adding a note to your file, there should be no long term repercussions but possibly some short term ones once we dock as it gets straightened out."
Not one to let down a woman, Henry obliges- and the security system records him slowly entering Private Kelly Arnold's dripping pussy with his sizable erection.
"Are we clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Dismissed." the captain finishes, clicking away the image as she gets back to work.
Joanna exits, unable to help the tear in her eye. |