condition of me accepting your job offer. Samda gets to stay here.”
The captain stopped just as Samda raised her meaty fist.
He shrugged and said, “The mission was going perfectly until I picked you two up. I accept your conditions, Earth-man, if only to get past this and get back to work. When we’re all done, you’ll be transferred back to your body and you’ll both have to supply a genetic sample. Do you both understand me?”
“Of course,” Chris said, as Samda nodded and smiled at him devilishly.
An odd thought crossed Chris’ mind. For the first time he wondered what she looked like naked. Then again, whatever was hidden beneath her clothing would probably shock and frighten him, so maybe it was better left to his imagination.
An image of his girlfriend back home popped in to his mind’s eye. Megan would be pissed if she knew how easily he’d gotten over her. But the knowledge that he’d probably never see her again convinced him not to dwell on her. Plus, she was a cheater that didn’t deserve his faithfulness. But a huge alien was hardly a replacement for a mate from his own race, even if said mate was an unfaithful bitch.
Then he wondered how long he’d been gone from Earth. It was impossible to know. But he was certain that it was long enough for Megan to have moved on.
So why shouldn’t he?
He looked Samda in the eyes. She was beautiful , but even though she was perfectly proportionate, she was still twice his human size. In the mechanized unit, though, they were equals in stature.
She saw him looking her over and shook her head. She moved closer and whispered, “You’re not my type. In fact, you’re not even the same species.”
When he looked at her face she was smiling coyly.
“You can’t stop me from fantasizing,” he said, emboldened. The suit was apparently making him arrogant.
She smirked. “I guess not. But don’t go thinking that because you’re wearing that robotic suit now, you can overpower me.”
He shook his head. The notion appalled him. He wasn’t even sure if the robot suit had a dick. “That’s not how my species does things, usually. We need mutual agreement.”
“Good. Because I don’t agree.”
“Ok ay then.” The conversation had gone from playful to weird and Chris didn’t like it.
The captain said to them, “Stop flirting and get ready to make some repairs.”
Samda moved back against the wall and stared at her feet.
The captain sidled over to her and whispered conspiratorially, “If you wanted to, I could convert his DNA to something viable and create a sort of hybrid creature in a lab that’s a perfect mix of both of your races. Your two species are very similar so it wouldn’t be too difficult. I’d do it after our mission was concluded, of course.”
Samda smirked and was about to say something , but she held her tongue and nodded her head as though she would think it over later. Her entire species was extinct so maybe this was one last hope at rekindling it, in an odd, diluted way. It was nice to know that there were still some options left to her.
Though w hen the captain added, “I’ll only do so if you are cooperative during this mission and help us if you’re called upon,” she knew it was a lie to buy her allegiance.
She looked Chris’ robotic body over and then stared at the floor, deep in thought.
If she were alone, she’d have wept.
Another Gray
The abducted Gray was scrabbling around in the holding cell, trying to find a way out.
The captain put on his translator helmet and said to the Gray, “You will be given three detox pills to rid your body of contaminants and a translator that is to be placed in your mouth.”
The Gray looked up at the ceiling and said, “I know how this works, you piece of shit. I’ll take the damn pills. Lord knows I need to cleanse my body from all these years in space, eating freeze-dried crap. But I will not implant the translator.”
Chris was surprised he could understand
The captain stopped just as Samda raised her meaty fist.
He shrugged and said, “The mission was going perfectly until I picked you two up. I accept your conditions, Earth-man, if only to get past this and get back to work. When we’re all done, you’ll be transferred back to your body and you’ll both have to supply a genetic sample. Do you both understand me?”
“Of course,” Chris said, as Samda nodded and smiled at him devilishly.
An odd thought crossed Chris’ mind. For the first time he wondered what she looked like naked. Then again, whatever was hidden beneath her clothing would probably shock and frighten him, so maybe it was better left to his imagination.
An image of his girlfriend back home popped in to his mind’s eye. Megan would be pissed if she knew how easily he’d gotten over her. But the knowledge that he’d probably never see her again convinced him not to dwell on her. Plus, she was a cheater that didn’t deserve his faithfulness. But a huge alien was hardly a replacement for a mate from his own race, even if said mate was an unfaithful bitch.
Then he wondered how long he’d been gone from Earth. It was impossible to know. But he was certain that it was long enough for Megan to have moved on.
So why shouldn’t he?
He looked Samda in the eyes. She was beautiful , but even though she was perfectly proportionate, she was still twice his human size. In the mechanized unit, though, they were equals in stature.
She saw him looking her over and shook her head. She moved closer and whispered, “You’re not my type. In fact, you’re not even the same species.”
When he looked at her face she was smiling coyly.
“You can’t stop me from fantasizing,” he said, emboldened. The suit was apparently making him arrogant.
She smirked. “I guess not. But don’t go thinking that because you’re wearing that robotic suit now, you can overpower me.”
He shook his head. The notion appalled him. He wasn’t even sure if the robot suit had a dick. “That’s not how my species does things, usually. We need mutual agreement.”
“Good. Because I don’t agree.”
“Ok ay then.” The conversation had gone from playful to weird and Chris didn’t like it.
The captain said to them, “Stop flirting and get ready to make some repairs.”
Samda moved back against the wall and stared at her feet.
The captain sidled over to her and whispered conspiratorially, “If you wanted to, I could convert his DNA to something viable and create a sort of hybrid creature in a lab that’s a perfect mix of both of your races. Your two species are very similar so it wouldn’t be too difficult. I’d do it after our mission was concluded, of course.”
Samda smirked and was about to say something , but she held her tongue and nodded her head as though she would think it over later. Her entire species was extinct so maybe this was one last hope at rekindling it, in an odd, diluted way. It was nice to know that there were still some options left to her.
Though w hen the captain added, “I’ll only do so if you are cooperative during this mission and help us if you’re called upon,” she knew it was a lie to buy her allegiance.
She looked Chris’ robotic body over and then stared at the floor, deep in thought.
If she were alone, she’d have wept.
Another Gray
The abducted Gray was scrabbling around in the holding cell, trying to find a way out.
The captain put on his translator helmet and said to the Gray, “You will be given three detox pills to rid your body of contaminants and a translator that is to be placed in your mouth.”
The Gray looked up at the ceiling and said, “I know how this works, you piece of shit. I’ll take the damn pills. Lord knows I need to cleanse my body from all these years in space, eating freeze-dried crap. But I will not implant the translator.”
Chris was surprised he could understand
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