Three Square Meals Ch. 079

"That actually sounds pretty good. How powerful could you make it?" he asked, looking at her curiously.

She grinned at him, her eyes sparkling as she warmed to the idea. "A custom designed warship? Shit, that thing would be unbelievably awesome! I'd keep living quarters to a bare minimum and just make it all about the guns." Her eyes widened at the prospect and a lopsided grin appeared on her face as her mind whirred.

John was quiet too as he mulled over the idea, putting his arm around her shoulder and rubbing it absent-mindedly. Eventually he turned to her and said, "I've been thinking about this for a while now and it seems pretty obvious to me that we've got all the Progenitor tech locked away in my mind and yours. So, what do we do when we finally unlock it all? Do we build another one of those sinister black ships?"

"Or make our own, compact, improved version?" Dana said in a breathy whisper, the golden corona around her pupils flaring with excitement.

John nodded, staring into her eyes. "Yeah, exactly."

"Holy shit! Being with you never gets old!" she gasped, hugging him tightly.

He laughed at that, returning the exuberant girl's hug and said, "I'm relieved to hear I'm not boring you."

"Never!" she said gleefully. "Plus, if I keep slurping down your cum, I'll never get old either!"

They both shared a laugh and grin at her joke.

"Alright, so it sounds like we've got some good options for the Hangar. Let's go take a look at the Valkyrie," John said, taking her hand and leading her across the vast room.

She bounced along at his side, practically skipping with joy. They shared wide smiles as he opened the door for her and she darted through and over to the Launch Bay door so that she could open it for him in return. He winked at her as the door opened before him and strolled through the big double doors and into the mech's launching bay. Glancing up at the Valkyrie in the maintenance gantry, he stumbled over a step, his happy grin fading from his face.

"Jesus Christ!" he cursed vehemently when he saw the state of the mech.

Practically every square foot of the thirty-metre-tall warmachine was covered in impact craters from laser cannon hits. The lamentable state of the armour plating would have been bad enough, but the Valkyrie's right arm was buckled, fingers ripped off the hand where the Punisher Gatling had been torn from its grip. Finally there was the head. John's eyes widened when he saw the extent of the damage it had sustained. It was twisted awkwardly to one side, with a hideous rip through the right temple where the docking claw had torn its way through. One look at that ragged wound made it abundantly clear just how lucky Dana had been not to get chopped in half.

"Yep, you're grounded, young lady," John said sternly to the crestfallen girl.