Not long after disentangling yourself from Firsts amorous clutches and tidying yourself up, you stand beside the Twins again with First positioned behind you looking up at holographic displays.
“The human has my permission to make superficial changes to Protectorates form and create a new form for himself.” She says laying a affectionate hand on your shoulder.
“This increasing demand for new forms by yourself and the human subject is creating delays our work on the rest of the crew, First.” States the smaller copper-haired twin coolly “Please account for this when reviewing our performance and productivity.”
“It is noted.” Replies First dismissively then she turns her dazzling gaze to you, “I must return to my duties again, I left several task prematurely in my unusual desire to see you, I will return later to view your newest form.”
Her big green eyes sparkle with something approaching excitement at the notion and she turns and strides out of the room as proud and formal as any queen despite her torn clothing and disheveled appearance. Once she is gone the taller statuesque twin looks sidelong at you.
“I too must express some interest in what new form you might take.” She says softly with a hint of shy nervousness entering her usually dispassionate voice.
Yes she was on definitely on your hook you think with a small smile.
“Well, we will begin with Protectorate.” You say tapping into your nano-jack and feeling the rush of your mind expanding with the vast knowledge of the ship biological data-banks.
Your eyes take in the 3d image of her small lithe asian body on the screen, like that of a gymnast with the default c-cup titties and slender muscular curves the Twins created for her. She was undeniably attractive, like all the women you had encountered aboard, but she was also potential threat to your plans that needed to be quickly neutralized.
“She’s so strong with those augmented muscles…” you muse aloud, “So quick and flexible too.”
“Those are a requirement of her role aboard this vessel; you do not have permission to alter those features.” States the shorter sister perfunctorily.
“…but I do have permission to change superficial aspects of her form.” You retort glancing down at her. “Like her physical appearance and non-vital body systems that have little to do with her job, right?”
“First has just said as much.” Says her taller sister in her soft melodic voice, gazing thoughtfully at you.
“Then let’s get to work.” You declare, rubbing your hands eagerly together.
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