TheGrind
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The Koda was noiseless in the vacuum of space. The lack of friction and time hid the ship’s age well appearing just as young as its new master, Altair. The early part of his life had been spent learning his trade: human trafficking, smuggling, running, doing anything under the nose of the law because coin was a little sweeter when it was dirty. It felt good to get away with breaking the law. The adrenalin rush could only be replicated by doing it again. And again.
Only a few people were needed to fly the ship and maintain the inventory when new stock came in through the generous unwilling donations of merchants across the galactic sky. The only thing that bothered Altair was the lack of women. He didn’t recruit them because they caused trouble among the males when working conditions were close so the only time he was able to get his hands on them was when he was at the station. He wasn’t at the station often enough.
In the end he decided to take a female for himself after the hostile takeover of the Black Goose. The ship’s stock was ransacked but the girl was the real prize. She’d be his whether she wanted him or not. Over time she would learn but until then he’d have to teach her how to act, how to behave.
Rather than toss her right into bed or his room, he threw her into the brig which could’ve held up to two others. There was plenty of room for her and it would permit him time to tell her what she needed to know. From the other side of the bars he stared at her, looking her up and down as though she were nothing more than something to satisfy his insatiable sexual appetite.
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The Koda was noiseless in the vacuum of space. The lack of friction and time hid the ship’s age well appearing just as young as its new master, Altair. The early part of his life had been spent learning his trade: human trafficking, smuggling, running, doing anything under the nose of the law because coin was a little sweeter when it was dirty. It felt good to get away with breaking the law. The adrenalin rush could only be replicated by doing it again. And again.
Only a few people were needed to fly the ship and maintain the inventory when new stock came in through the generous unwilling donations of merchants across the galactic sky. The only thing that bothered Altair was the lack of women. He didn’t recruit them because they caused trouble among the males when working conditions were close so the only time he was able to get his hands on them was when he was at the station. He wasn’t at the station often enough.
In the end he decided to take a female for himself after the hostile takeover of the Black Goose. The ship’s stock was ransacked but the girl was the real prize. She’d be his whether she wanted him or not. Over time she would learn but until then he’d have to teach her how to act, how to behave.
Rather than toss her right into bed or his room, he threw her into the brig which could’ve held up to two others. There was plenty of room for her and it would permit him time to tell her what she needed to know. From the other side of the bars he stared at her, looking her up and down as though she were nothing more than something to satisfy his insatiable sexual appetite.
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