Starlight Gleaming Ch. 18

"Are you coming for us, Zinja?" Janetta asked.

"Uh... oh, yes," she grunted, her body tense. "Coming... Oh, Captain! So, so... good."

"Is he coming inside you? Filling you with cum? Marking you as his woman?"

"By the gods, yes! It's hot and gooey and so very deep inside me."

"Would you breed for him?"

Zinja suddenly stiffened, her head snapping up. She reached over and framed Janetta's face with her hands, angling close to her officer even as I held her hips in place.

"Oh, my sweet captain. Yes, I would breed for him. It would be an honor to give him children. You are Lady Tlacotli, first among his women, and he loves you for your warrior heart."

She gave gentle kisses across Janetta's face as she spoke, struggling to master her breathing while pleasure throbbed away in her core.

"I love you for the same reasons. For your brave, strong heart and your real beauty. When you are ready to give Lord Kandikan children, I will gladly and proudly breed for him beside you. I love him, I do. But you are first in my heart. You are my warrior officer, my captain, and mistress of my heart, Lady Tlacotli. While you wear the uniform and I have breath in my body, I will serve and protect you and your House with everything I have."

She kissed Janetta until another shudder wracked her body, forcing her to break contact.

Janetta cradled Zinja against her chest, caressing her shoulders and back. "Such loyalty is a prize rarer than the purest diamond. I was truly blessed the day you and I met."

A long emotional pause. Then Janetta asked, "Does anyone need to move?"

"S'all good," Zinja mumbled, snuggling against Janetta. Her officer and her lover.

Holding her snug, my cock still ensconced within Zinja's tight, wet heat, I felt good. I didn't even remember closing my eyes.

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Part 3 - The Cockroach Escapes and Doyya Takes Steps

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When my alarm went off, I rolled out of bed. I was surprised when Janetta and Zinja began moving.

"Computer, lights at thirty percent, bathroom at full," Janetta called out, and we climbed out of bed.

While I shaved and brushed my teeth, I noted both women put their hair into towels and got in the shower, washed each other's backs and themselves quickly. As I stepped into the water, they stepped out. Both slapped at my butt cheeks.

"Watch it," I warned.

They smiled back, amused. Zinja started brushing out her hair.

Janetta paused as she applied deodorant, giving me an arch look. "Or what? You don't have time to make good on any threats, Commander Kandikan."

"No threats," I said as I lathered up. "Promises. How come both of you are getting up?"

"Morning air duty," Janetta said, then started brushing out her hair next to Zinja. The Oexecan mechanic quickly braided her hair and tied it off. "While you were at work yesterday, my crew and I checked out a new bird, and ran it through its paces yesterday. So we're back on the flight boards."

"That's terrific." I rinsed off, and grabbed a towel, slowing down to enjoy the sight of both naked women at the sink, their long legs, firm butts and the curves of their bodies. The taller, older woman next to the younger one. Both pouty, fur-framed slits fully visible from the rear between their legs. Janetta leaning over to scratch an itch on her leg, further revealing her fur-lined treasure. I moved behind her and grabbed her hips as she stood up.

"What are you doing?" She tried to turn around, but my hands held firm. "We don't have time-"

"Stay right there. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Janetta. I just want to pay homage to your perfect, smooth ass."

"What? Don't you-!"

"Relax!" I slapped her butt in warning. Kneeling behind her, I caressed her tight, smooth globes and gently kissed each perfect cheek.

"The Commander just kissed your ass, Captain." Zinja laughed, vastly amused.

"I see that," she responded, her eyes narrowed, watching me intently as I stood up. Gave a disapproving glare at my half-hard cock. "You best get dressed, Kandikan. You don't have time to play with your poke-stick. The sun is already kissing the night sky."

"Looking good yourself, Zinja," I told her, giving her butt a quick pat as well.

The sergeant blushed as she smiled, striding past me with a flirty bounce as she exited the bathroom.

Janetta put down her eye shadow and I pulled her close.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"By all the gods, Kandikan, you are such a damn pervert! It's bad enough you lick my pussy and then kiss me afterward, but you just had your mouth on my ass!"

"Your perfect ass also happens to be freshly showered so it's nice and clean, Janetta. Now give me a kiss. I need something to last me all day."

"If I must," she protested, but her heart wasn't in it. We kissed and her hand briefly tracing my jawline. "You'll do fine, Ranji. I believe in you."

"Be careful on your patrol, Janetta. That boat that tried to shoot us down could mean Atlantis is gearing up for something."

"Ship, not a boat, Ranji. A Delos-class Corvette. I looked it up."

"You know what I mean. Safe flight and safe return, Captain."

"Thank you, Commander. I should be home for dinner. Are you going to fuck me again before our evening meal?"

"After I have my fill from your feminine fountain. As many times as it takes for you to become a quivering, helpless mess, whereupon I will have my way with you."

She applied her orange mist perfume."You take such obvious delight from your perversion, and you've corrupted me into liking it. You are such a bad influence - on me and my crew! Commander Ranji Kandikan, defender of women's rights and devourer of pussies."

From the other room, Zinja burst out into laughter. I had to chuckle, too.

"You think that's funny? Careful, Ranji. I might put that on your tombstone. Right next to a picture of you with a huge, drooling tongue hanging out of your mouth. Tourists will visit your grave just to see the funny headstone."

"You think that worries me at all? If I pass on, I think I would be pleased to have that on my headstone. It'll give every woman who sees it something to ponder - and maybe get wet over."

"By all the gods, Kandikan, you are a pervert! And a scoundrel, too! Thinking about making other women's pussies wet!"

"My reputations grows."

"Ass kisser!"

"A most lovely and sweet ass it is, attached to the most beautiful woman in the world. Don't you agree, Zinja?"

"It truly is a fine ass, Captain," she called out from the other room.

Even as Janetta grumbled at me, I could see both women were also amused by the banter.

Once we were dressed and downstairs, all the adults gathered at the table. With Calia and Zinja working together at the stove, we soon ate a simple hot breakfast of chopped onions, cilantro, tomatoes, celery, scrambled eggs, and cheese. Instead of panbread, Calia made rotis. They were similar, yet different than the flat bread Ixma and Zinja usually made. Both were great for helping to scoop up the hot food, and delicious in their own right.

Being too early yet, the girls were still upstairs asleep.

I remembered when I'd first arrived at High Guard, and a nervous Ixma trying to fix me freeze-dried MRE eggs. Ground Service MREs no less - because it was all they had and they couldn't afford anything else. To save both of our digestive tracts, I had taken her to the cafeteria and bought us breakfast. Now, Ixma was happily chatted with Calia and her mother as food was served and we ate together.

My initial energy faded a bit. I felt a tad sluggish from being tired, but I took in the people gathered at our table, making another picture in my heart. We had a nice home. Not a house, but a real home. Janetta, Cholan, Zinja, Ixma, and Sowitwee in their uniforms. Nariya wore a Mayan-patterned nightgown - black with a repeating pattern of three small, white interlocking rings - though as I recalled, Nariya herself was Tlacan, not Mayan. Calia was dressed in a pale-green and yellow cotton salwar-kameez. We were together and safe. Best of all, there were smiles on every face as we hurried through our meal.

Calia did most of the clean up, insisting that Nariya rest while the rest of us prepared to leave.

Just as Sowitwee and I were heading out the door, Calia called to me. "My lord?"

"Yes, Calia?"

Wit waited with me by the front door while she hurried over. "Is it all right if I take the girls over to see the Primary School? Give them a chance to meet and interact with other children? It's only half a day, and I'll stay with them the whole time. Maybe take Nariya with me, to show her around?"

Sowitwee gave his assent for Nariya to attend. She beamed happily back at him.

"Sounds great," I said. "How do you plan to get there and back?"

Janetta and the others grabbed their lunch kits and disappeared into the garage.

"It's not that far. We could walk, my lord."

I frowned. "No, Calia. No walking. And it's not about the exercise. Yes, we took care of a lot of villains. However, there are still people who are angry about what's happened here on this war base. They may try to hurt you or the girls to get back at me. There are also enemy agents who will want to hurt me to get at my father. When the girls are ready for school, you call me or Doyya for a ride. You have her phone number, right? Good. I'll let Doyya know you might call. You and my girls will be driven to school, do you understand? Even my parents have armed patrols inside their home to help keep them safe. It's not like when we were younger."

Her large brown eyes gave me a sad look but accepted my decision. "Yes, my lord. I will do as you ask. I believe your daughters will enjoy meeting and playing with other children."

I pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Thank you, Calia. For everything. Janetta says you an important part of our household-"

Just then, the horn blasted from the garage. Then Janetta yelled out, "Come on, Kandikan! Turn to! Gods of North and South, at least move your fucking vehicle so we can leave!"

"Goodbye, my lord! Have a good day!"

Sowitwee and I dashed out and jumped into my cruiser. Backed it up, giving Janetta plenty of room to exit the garage. A wave from Cholan and Ixma as Janetta hit the accelerator. The ChoCac wagon sped off, heading east to the airfield.

I reflected on the changes. I drove a cruiser checked out from the motor pool and she drove the vehicle assigned for my use. Her own assigned vehicle sat in the garage. Well, her vehicle could barely fit three people, so it made sense. Funny how that worked, though.

I drove us to work.

I have to say, walking up to the building's entrance, it was nice to see Air Security instead of Ground Security standing guard. I paused to greet and shake the hands of the two men on duty, then proceeded inside. As required, we both signed in at the front desk.

Sowitwee took my laptop and bag to my office, and prepared the new urn to make fresh cahault.

Doyya and Chita were already there, each talking to clusters of people in the large, open-spaced work area.

People scrambled around, and I could tell some weren't sure what was going on yet. I settled in to help the process. Officers generally accepted whatever posting was offered, and I interviewed Senior Lieutenants Sinocaya and Hachan to see if either one fit the XO slot.

Just before ten-hundred hours, Calia called for their ride to the school. I snagged Stimmi, and told him what I wanted. He grabbed three troopers and they left.

I had Doyya sit in for the second set of separate interviews for Sinocaya and Hachan. Afterward, she and I talked. Rather, it was mostly me asking for her impressions. I didn't get much of a hit from either one of them. She suggested we bring them back in together, explain what the two slots available were, and have them make their pitch for why they were right for the job.

Long and short of it, Senior Lieutenant Treygar Hachan became my XO. Senior Lieutenant Pinapen Sinocaya accepted the CO slot for the Specialty Support Company. While Doyya started dumping tasks onto Hachan's lap, I took Sinocaya upstairs to the Specialty Support section to introduce him to his new command.

Yalcamara took the patrol troopers we had down to Supply to get fully equipped and their cruisers checked out. She and some corporal reviewed the cruiser's standard equipment with an eye toward improvement. For example, first aid kits and fire extinguishers were previously not standard equipment.

By lunch time, people were getting assigned to open slots, and those with tasks proceeded with their work assignments. Pen arrived shortly after lunch, and as soon as Doyya spotted him, she dragged him into her office and shut the door. The look of surprise on his face was priceless.

When they emerged about two hours later, Doyya and Pen let me know what they'd decided on shift assignments. Since it was expected that I would be on site during the day, Doyya decided as my Second to take swing shift, from fourteen-hundred to twenty-two hundred hours. Jay was assigned Company C covering graveyard, from twenty-two hundred hours until zero-six-hundred the next day. That left Pen with Company A, handling day shift. We now had shift commanders, and barely two platoons of patrol troopers for each work shift. A small bit, true, but it felt good having that established.

The huge numbers of open slots nagged at me all day. We needed field troopers, and preferably those with prior experience. Having an idea, I went to the second floor to the HR unit. I picked a sergeant walking toward his desk behind the front counter, read his name patch, summoned him over and started talking.

Sinocaya saw me and I waved him over to listen in.

"Are you planning on staying in HR, Sergeant Kenoka?"

"Yes, sir. If I can."

I smiled at him. "Excellent. Your job is to collect lists of previous members of the 602. Write this down. One list will comprise all those that transferred out to other units, and note their gender on the list you submit. The second list will be of those who were exited from service, including for dishonorable discharge. The information you compile also needs to include why they were mustered out, where they were sent, last known contact phone number and address. The third list will be all those killed in the line of duty, both male and female. Indicate their sex, their occupational specialty, and date killed.

"Start from today, and work your way back to when Commander Voyacherno first assumed command. At the end of each day, you will send to me and Sergeant Chita what you've found on those transferred or mustered out. Don't worry about having to have a set number. Even if it's only one, at the end of the day, you send it. We'll take it from there. Keep digging until you're done, at which point I want you to send me the list of the dead. Whatever else you were working on, Sergeant Kenoka, this now takes first priority. I want to be clear. I want daily reports sent to me and to Sergeant Chita. The list of names should include service file links. It might be helpful to keep discrete folders with the records you find as well."

"Yes, sir."

Sinocaya said, "Come into my office, Kenoka. We'll get your duties re-assigned, and see who else we can get to help you. You'll have those daily reports, Commander."

I went back downstairs and conferred briefly with Pen and Doyya on their progress, then worked on the enormous list of emails that suddenly filled my inbox, most of which were forwarded to me as the new CO of the 602. Sowitwee kept my cup filled. He also brought me, Chita, and the officers congregating in my office food from the Commissary diner, and in general ran errands.

During a lull, I pulled Chita aside, and let her know what I'd done. "Follow up on the lists you get, either you or those you designate. We need troopers, and experienced troopers are better. Ask them if they have the chance to return to the service, would they do so. If they're worried about their children, assure them we will make provisions for them, including child care. They may be in dire straights, needing immediate food and possibly clothing as well as transportation vouchers. You have my charge card information. Assure them it's all real, and that things have changed. Put a copy of the Air Marshal's warrant to me into their file, and prepare induction and travel orders to be wired to them. Make sure the orders include any dependents. It probably won't be more than a hundred, probably less. Every person that returns gets us closer to rebuilding the 602."

Chita said quietly, "I'll get on it right away, sir." Then she hurried off, saying she had something in her eye.

At half-past fourteen hundred hours, Yalcamara strode into my office, handing me a printed dispatch. "Commander! You need to see this!"

I took the printout from her.

*** High Alert! Attention Security Forces All Branches and Imperial Security! High Alert! *** 11:47 hours Imperial Standard Time 318.17.17.04.12 ***

Be On The Lookout for

Air Security Corporal Sheem Sarketko

aka Ground Service Second Sergeant Charunt Tsagoya

aka Naval Service Lieutenant Chottam Bareksi

** Imperial Security records pending **

Known photos attached.

As of 0700 hours at morning shift change, Air Security Corporal Sheem Sarketko escaped from Ground Service Maximum Security Detention, High Guard War Base.

Three stockade personnel confirmed killed during prisoner's escape, including a Ground Security officer. Names withheld pending notification of next of kin.

Consider suspect armed and extremely dangerous. Believed to possess electronic jamming device(s). Suspect proficient with disguise. See attached photos.

Do NOT attempt to apprehend suspect alone. REPEAT, do NOT attempt apprehension without backup. If suspect spotted, notify Ground Security C&C ASAP for support and further orders.

Next 48, confirm ALL identification checks ALL stations and checkpoints both visually and by ID card. All critical areas will include finger-print scans. NO exceptions. Seven Nations' state and local LEOs have been notified.

Group Captain Hakar Chochoonitsi, CO, Ground Security CID

67th Armored Division, High Guard War Base

*** Attention All Units, All Imperial Security Services *** End Notice ***

I jumped to my feet. "Kali's throbbing cunt!"

All side conversations ceased and heads whipped toward me.

"What's happened, Commander?" my Second inquired.

I handed Doyya the notice. Yalcamara looked unhappy.

I turned to Pen. "Jay and I found a man two days ago that we believe to be Sergeant Charunt. Ground Security has confirmed Charunt's identity. This morning he killed three guards and escaped."

Pen looked stunned. "Charunt? Here? He's dead! Jay told me he killed him!"

Doyya handed him the printout. When he finished reading, he looked disturbed. "Charunt could have been anywhere in the Empire. Even anywhere else in the world. Why here, Commander? Why High Guard? And why was he attached to Air Security?"

"Good questions. Deedee and I both noticed Charunt preferred Atlantean weapons. He might be a Huginn agent, potentially with access to Grey technology. Doyya, talk to Laroks. I want someone looking at his duties as Corporal Sarketko. What did he work on? What areas did he have access to? Interview anyone who worked in HQ who's still here. If Laroks can't spare anyone, contact Killayana and ask for someone at Ground Security to come by and dig around. The Atlanteans might be planning something.