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Click hereMarla had to ask. "Will Simon be okay?"
"We hope so. Even if you make excellent speed, by the time you arrive he'll have been fucked silly by that thing for almost a full week, maybe more." He shrugged. "But our Cadets are tough, so I'd say he'll pull through it. I should know. We've all been in situations like that."
The Commander leaned forward on his desk. "A factotum will drop by to brief you on the capabilities of our new fast attack vessels," he said. "Afterwards, I suggest you arrange for someone to cover any outstanding responsibilities you may have for the next week, and then get some rest before the action begins. You will retrieve my Cadet safely and bring him home."
She hadn't joined up with Space Command to lead daring rescues on a planet rife with aphrodisiac nonsense. She'd joined for the healthcare, the money, and to escape a family that refused to understand. But if she had a duty, well, she'd be damned if she didn't follow through as best she could.
"You can count on me, Commander," she said with a stiffly formal salute. Her voice was hard as iron.
- COMMENTS
WaxPhilosophicover 3 years agoYour imagination is in overdrive. Mind-reading tentacled hose beasts from another planet. Oh, Marla, what are you signing on to? If it's any consolation, you will see five shining stars as you're being tentacled silly.
Jackspeed2uover 3 years agoYou said it’s a one shot wonder. However there is no story here, it’s more a premise for a story.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoI love the new universe you've created! Your characterizations are pithy and flow with the plot. The plot is so engaging that I'm eager to read another chapter. Or, to read more stories of the Space Command dealing with perverse aliens.
