ship?”
“Nothing, I saw this tall, well made male walking the tube-ways all alone and spoke to him. Something any healthy female would do. Then, I took the man to
Jamie's Place for mid-day meal. After that we came straight here to the ship after gathering up your parts and some of my tools. Then we met you at the
connecting tube. He said he needed a ride to Haven, I said I'd ask the Captain for him.”
“Did you let that blue space witch get to him?”
“Kelesro is no space witch. She's my best friend and she only touched him for an instant. Surely she could not have invaded his mind that fast.” Phillmma
defended her friend knowing full well that Kelesro had had plenty of time to understand what motivated Jon Connell.
Chapter Three
Captain Claudi had one of the crewmen show Jon to his stateroom and as he entered what was to be his home for the trip back to Haven he was shocked. He
wasn't sure what he expected, but this luxury suite was not it. There was a sitting area that was larger than the six man team barracks back at the
training camp with richly carved wooden columns and beams balancing off the white marble walls. Not the fake plastic stuff either. This ship had real
marble sheets for the walls of its passenger stateroom. The sleeping area had a large bed with two small tables near it, a large dresser and a closet, plus
more of the wooden beams on marble walls. The floors were covered in thick blue carpeting with golden borders. Then there was the relief chamber. This one
room was bigger than his entire personal area back at camp. Not only did it have a four-nozzle shower that used real water, it also had a tub large enough
for him to stretch out in along one wall. The sink and actual relief vessel were behind a half wall so if someone was taking a shower and another had to
use the vessel; they were hidden from each other perfectly. The walls in this room were mirrored, so that if you looked across from one mirror into another
you saw endless copies of the chamber going back into infinity. Jon imagined seeing hundreds of copies of himself taking a shower and it brought a smile to his face.
“I'm sorry that we don't have a full time steward sir. So you'll have to take your own towels and bedding to the laundry at the end of the hall then get
fresh ones from the closet just outside your rooms.” the crewman told Jon. “I've taken the liberty of having your duffel brought up here but I haven't
unpacked anything, not knowing what you'd need for a three week trip on a cargo vessel. Despite what this stateroom looks like, this is a working ship.
Sometimes this space is used to haul extra cargo. Seems to me, that's what you are on this trip, unless you'd like to take a turn at the flight controls.
They told us you were FTL qualified.”
“I am, and I certainly would love to fly this boat if your Captain will let me.” Jon smiled. “Otherwise, I think I'll be fine. Just let me know when its
time to head down for chow and I'll try to stay out of everyone's way.”
“Will do sir. Oh and Welcome aboard, sir. I never met a corporation owner before. For a stuffed shirt, you ain't half bad. Sir.” With that last remark the
crewman left. Jon decided the man was probably off to tell the entire crew that their “cargo” was willing to fly their bird and had promised to handle his
own dirty sheets.
Phillmma was waiting at the air lock when Jon and Captain Claudi arrived. Jon had changed out of his Peacekeeper uniform into a pair of black leggings, knee
high boots and a tight fitting silver pull over shirt with black trim. Phillmma took one look at the magnificent male with muscles everywhere and instantly
knew that she would do anything he asked of her. Whoever the female was that had marked this male had better claim him soon or Phillmma would make her own
claim on him.
“Phillmma, I have a couple of serious questions I need to ask you.” Jon started off, “Do you really want to go back
“Nothing, I saw this tall, well made male walking the tube-ways all alone and spoke to him. Something any healthy female would do. Then, I took the man to
Jamie's Place for mid-day meal. After that we came straight here to the ship after gathering up your parts and some of my tools. Then we met you at the
connecting tube. He said he needed a ride to Haven, I said I'd ask the Captain for him.”
“Did you let that blue space witch get to him?”
“Kelesro is no space witch. She's my best friend and she only touched him for an instant. Surely she could not have invaded his mind that fast.” Phillmma
defended her friend knowing full well that Kelesro had had plenty of time to understand what motivated Jon Connell.
Chapter Three
Captain Claudi had one of the crewmen show Jon to his stateroom and as he entered what was to be his home for the trip back to Haven he was shocked. He
wasn't sure what he expected, but this luxury suite was not it. There was a sitting area that was larger than the six man team barracks back at the
training camp with richly carved wooden columns and beams balancing off the white marble walls. Not the fake plastic stuff either. This ship had real
marble sheets for the walls of its passenger stateroom. The sleeping area had a large bed with two small tables near it, a large dresser and a closet, plus
more of the wooden beams on marble walls. The floors were covered in thick blue carpeting with golden borders. Then there was the relief chamber. This one
room was bigger than his entire personal area back at camp. Not only did it have a four-nozzle shower that used real water, it also had a tub large enough
for him to stretch out in along one wall. The sink and actual relief vessel were behind a half wall so if someone was taking a shower and another had to
use the vessel; they were hidden from each other perfectly. The walls in this room were mirrored, so that if you looked across from one mirror into another
you saw endless copies of the chamber going back into infinity. Jon imagined seeing hundreds of copies of himself taking a shower and it brought a smile to his face.
“I'm sorry that we don't have a full time steward sir. So you'll have to take your own towels and bedding to the laundry at the end of the hall then get
fresh ones from the closet just outside your rooms.” the crewman told Jon. “I've taken the liberty of having your duffel brought up here but I haven't
unpacked anything, not knowing what you'd need for a three week trip on a cargo vessel. Despite what this stateroom looks like, this is a working ship.
Sometimes this space is used to haul extra cargo. Seems to me, that's what you are on this trip, unless you'd like to take a turn at the flight controls.
They told us you were FTL qualified.”
“I am, and I certainly would love to fly this boat if your Captain will let me.” Jon smiled. “Otherwise, I think I'll be fine. Just let me know when its
time to head down for chow and I'll try to stay out of everyone's way.”
“Will do sir. Oh and Welcome aboard, sir. I never met a corporation owner before. For a stuffed shirt, you ain't half bad. Sir.” With that last remark the
crewman left. Jon decided the man was probably off to tell the entire crew that their “cargo” was willing to fly their bird and had promised to handle his
own dirty sheets.
Phillmma was waiting at the air lock when Jon and Captain Claudi arrived. Jon had changed out of his Peacekeeper uniform into a pair of black leggings, knee
high boots and a tight fitting silver pull over shirt with black trim. Phillmma took one look at the magnificent male with muscles everywhere and instantly
knew that she would do anything he asked of her. Whoever the female was that had marked this male had better claim him soon or Phillmma would make her own
claim on him.
“Phillmma, I have a couple of serious questions I need to ask you.” Jon started off, “Do you really want to go back
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