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Chapter Three: R&R

X'antia POV

The deal had gone on without a hitch – the weapons had been carted off to their new owners and I had a nice chunk of units transferred into my account. There were certain benefits to this job I had to admit it and one of the best benefits was going to be enjoyed tonight –this planet was known for their entertainment – I suppose after working in the sex industry for as long as I did I wouldn't enjoy being around that environment . That was true of the alien brothels but when it came to cybernetics and robot hookers – which I could get behind or on top of as it were.

I was quite pleased that the quadrant was starting to move away from live working girls and guys and moved to a more mechanical based working robot. They came in all different shapes and sizes and were non conscious and functional for their job. So there was no emotional manipulation or attachment which was nice.

This particular city had a special kind of robot, their robots were implanted with a chip in their core which allowed them to sense the needs of the punter and transform their mechanical bodies into replicas of exactly what the punter desires. If I wanted a six foot Terran man with green eyes I could have it. If I wanted a petite alien woman I could also enjoy that – it was amazing technology and I really wanted to somehow use it in my toys. The most interesting part of the technology was that it was entirely subjective, if I wanted something the robot would transform to that exact thing but to any onlookers it appeared as the generic robot – no one knew what the other was seeing, their privacy remained and their reputation untarnished.

We would often place bets in the crew on what each person's robot would look like to them, that had led to a more than awkward conversation on more than one occasion. The guys had often pressed me as to what I liked in a partner – a pulse was apparently not the answer they were expecting. They knew I had as much romantic inclination as a wet blanket – having worked in brothels most of my life, you don't tend to form lasting emotional attachment and sex is sex at the end of the day.

It was getting late; I was able to clock off early to get ready for the evening. The Captain had finally given me the OK to go out with them to the brothels tonight – he seemed more annoyed than usual, I was sure it was due to the fact that I wasn't taking care of the little Terran teenager. If they could have a good time then so could I.

Collecting a towel from my draw I pulled out the shower caddy and made my way down the hall to the communal shower room – it was relatively empty which was nice, I used to think showering alongside Ravenger men would be dangerous but after one unfortunate encounter between myself and a touchy crewmate many of the males learned not to look or touch me whilst I was cleaning. Looking back now I may have gone a little rough on the poor guy – never mind, he had to learn somehow and maybe if he had used his sense he wouldn't be walking around peeing into a bag.

As I made my way through the steamy wet room, I looked for a vacant shower, which on a Ravenger ship was not hard to find. I think the men were more scared of soap and water then they were of grenade launchers…very few of them smelled anything less than vile on a good day. Some members however did use the showers – more for their own recreational benefit than anything else but who was I to judge – it was a long trip and your hands do get a bit monotonous after the first few weeks.

Once I came across a vacant shower cubicle I hung up my towel and caddy and turned on the water – I waited a few moments for the hot water to come through and gently pulled out two water resistant ear shields and placed them over my ears. My ears were way too sensitive for hot water or cold water really.

Once my ears were safely wrapped up I stepped under the flow of water and let the scorching water sooth my aching body. I winced a little as the hot water ran over the fresh wounds from the other day, looking down at my body I let out a sigh – more scars to add to the mix. I wasn't once for self-criticism but I had begun to count the amount of scars I got over the years, I was easily up in the high eighties. Pouring out some shampoo onto my hands I gently rubbed over my locks, making sure to clean out the metal coils and springs which were embedded into the hair, gently patting the hair to make sure I didn't untangle any of the locks. I waited for the water to run clear before I turned off the water and wrapped myself in my towels slipping on my shoes before I made my way back to my workshop to dry off and change.

Yawning gently to myself, I pulled off my head towel and began to dry off my locks as I walked down the corridor to my workshop. Pushing the door open I let out a grumble as I noticed the Captain sat in my chair again playing with a little figurine I had sitting on my desk.

"You're watching that boy tonight."

My face dropped, we had been through this argument already- there was no way in hell I was staying on this damn ship. No way, not happening under any circumstances.

"No." I answered dryly as I walked over to my living quarters and pulled the curtain back before stepping in to dry off.

"That wasn't a request girly." Yondu snapped from behind the curtain. I could feel myself getting mad as I quickly dried off my body and slipped into a pair of black shorts and a blouse.

"I ain't watching him. I am going out the same as the rest of you!" I snapped as I pulled the curtain back crossing my arms at the Captain. Who looked less than amused by my response, glaring up at me he tightened his jaw and stood up walking over til he was towering over me.

"It was an order, not a request." He breathed down at me making me narrow my eyes and frown.

"I don't have to follow your orders! I am off the clock." I snapped as I pointed to the clock in my workshop smiling to myself in triumph. "If the crew can get their tips wet than so can I." I stepped forward again happy with my own confidence, there was no way I was staying.

"You are never off the clock girl, if you recall I bought you from your Master which in turn makes me your new master." My face dropped, he wasn't playing with me – he was pulling the slave card…I couldn't believe it.

"You bastard!" I shouted as I slapped the Captain across the face, immediately regretting my actions closing my eyes I waited for some kind of impact, a piercing or a slice anything really as long as it was quick. I could feel the tears filling up in my eyes, it had been years since I had been threatened with my slave status – I thought Yondu bought me to free me, I guess I was naïve to think such a thing.

"If you were anyone else, you would have lost that arm." Yondu growled darkly as he grabbed me by the wrist. I lowered my head as I prepared for a slap or some kind of punishment – the years of slave training coming back as I felt my confidence fall away as I slumped back into the darkness in my head.

Yondu POV

Well I wasn't expecting that reaction, I grimaced as I wiped the stinging sensation off of my check. I watched as X'antia deteriorated in front of my eyes, her confident posture faltering as she slumped over in submission.

Then it hit me, the pang of guilt in my chest – I should have known better than to pull rank like that. I could have used the Captain rank but no I brought up her slave status – damn it. I thought she knew how I joked about it by now, she had been around us for ten years now and I had never once pulled her on being my slave. I let out a sigh as I watched the woman cower slightly, I was a fucking idiot.

"I was only joking girly…" I said gently as the alien looked away from me. "You know I ain't no slave trader." I said letting go of her wrist not moving as she pulled back from my grasp and stepped back looking down at the floor.

"I'll stay on the ship." X'antia said quietly as she turned away from me, pulling out her chair and sitting down at her desk pulling out some tools and setting up for some more work.

I had come to play with her a little, messing with her was fun – most of the time. I mean, of course she was going to go into town with the rest of us. She had earned as much working as she had been over the last few weeks. I thought she was going to play along as she usually did, come back with some witty remark or some flirty comeback – that was what I was hoping for. I guess I went to far this time – I sighed as I crossed my arms leaning on the worktop.

"Come on girl, I was joking – of course you can go." I said dismissively trying to cheer the girl up but to no avail, she continued tinkering away at her work quietly. "Why are you so difficult woman?" I groaned as I picked up her little fancy dingy on her table and looked it over – the little metal rabbit would look cute on my control console.

"Is that all you wanted Captain?" X'antia asked quietly, not looking up from her work. I groaned at stood up from the worktop making the girl jump a little. "Come on girl, I was joking – if you ain't got thick enough skin for a joke then you are in the wrong crew." I snapped as I waited for some kind of response but none came.

"Am I going or not Captain?" X'antia snapped as she looked up from her work. In all honesty, I didn't want her to go…I knew what she wanted from her time in the city – it was the same as any of the other members of the crew. I knew she had got her kicks somehow over the last few years – I didn't really like to think about it but it was obvious that it was happening.

What was I playing at? Why did I care where she got her kicks from? I am going to go fuck a whore the same as the rest of the men, she is just another crew member – she is nothing special to me. I bought her years ago for a price, that was it – she became part of the crew and that is all she will ever be – nothing more than another member of the crew. She can fuck who she likes – I couldn't give a fuck about who touched her, how they would have their hands all over her. No, it's nothing different from what the other men have. What I was going to have – she didn't care where I got my kicks…she didn't care at all, so why the fuck should I?

"Do what you fucking want – you miserable bitch." I snapped as I turned on my heel and left the workroom.

3POV

X'antia was hurt by the Captain's comments but she didn't sit on them for too long. She had been dealt worse over the years; she just learned to pay the insults no mind. What had shook her however, was the fact that her captain had played the slaver card – something she thought her would never do. She hated to admit it but she had lost some respect for her captain at that moment – that was something he may never earn back.

As the night went on the crew made their way into the city, the men were visibly excited by the prospect of some female company – albeit mechanical in nature. They seemed to think no less of the fact that they were essentially paying for an extremely expensive sex toy. X'antia walked alongside a group of her crewmates, each of them trading banter and insults to one another, the team thought of their lead engineer as no less of a male than anyone else in the team. She was very much female in biology but her mannerisms after ten years were no different to that of the male crewmates which was a good thing in most circumstances – however on nights like this, when their engineer dressed and acted as a female it didn't take a genius to notice their confusion.

The Ravenger clans had their reputations, that was a benefit in these circumstances – the brothels and bars would clear out for their service, making sure that their customers got the best of their facilities – they paid a good amount of units and the proprietors new this.

X'antia and her cohort made themselves comfortable on the large circular sofas in the centre of the room in time robots of male and female design came out to service the team, dancing and drinking with their punters. Each member of the crew had one or two robots at their side paying them attention – each robot looked the same yet unique. Changing their appearance for their punters but at their own discretion – each robot looked different to each punter and no one would ever be able to tell the appearance of the other.

As the drinks continued to flow, the company got rowdier and rowdier members of the crew began to escort their company into private rooms for more of a private experience. X'antia sat nuzzled on the lap of her robot – the mechanical form now transformed into a young muscled alien man for her eyes only. The yellow haired alien, was enjoying herself way too much – it had been a good while since she had received any wanted attention and at this point she didn't care if it was paid for and provided by a robot.

X'antia oblivious to the fiery glare that was directed at her from the corner of the room, stood up and followed her robot down the corridor and into one of the private rooms, followed by a cheer from her teammates

One Ravenger who was not appreciating the spectacle was Yondu Udonta, sitting in the corner of the room with his own robot whore, the captain glared at the young female who was giggling tirelessly in the middle of the room. His robot attempted to maintain his attentions but to little avail, the Captain continued drinking his drink and watching the scene unfold before him as his engineer followed the robot into a private room.

If looks could kill, the robot would have been in for repairs, the blue skinned older alien could feel the rage filling up inside him. He couldn't help himself, was he being protective of the young woman or was he just plain jealous? The captain took a long gulp of his drink and then proceeded to follow his robot into his own private room to attempt to release some of his pent up anger.

Only adding to the built up frustration was the fact that the Captain had been led into the bedroom next to that of his lead engineer – he could hear her moans and screams of pleasure through the walls. He tried not to imagine the actions that were taking place just on the other side of the wall.

Yondu POV

This is just fucking ridiculous – pull your damn self together! What the fuck did you think would happen? X'antia would see you as anything but an old aging Ravenger and jump into your arms instead? Don't be a fucking soft moron Yondu! You are a Ravenger – you're a crook and a nasty shit, you don't have any room for sentiment – for favourin' none else but yourself. Sentiment is for fools, for kind-hearted folk and that ain't you. You are a crook, you are a killer and a mercenary – you are the worst kind of shit in the galaxy and you know it.

I couldn't even belittle my damn self! Her fucking moans were all I could hear – how on earth was I supposed to get off? I never had any problems before – the robots normally did everything I needed…taking a moment to look down at the robot I gasped and shoved her off the top of me. Her appearance had changed again – she wasn't the busty green haired alien she had morphed into previously…

"Sir is there a problem with my programming?" The robot asked as she looked over my shocked form. I couldn't breathe, I had to look away –this was so fucked up, even for me. I knew these robots took on the form of the thing we desire the most at that point – I guess my mind had wandered a little too far.

Stranding at the end of the bed was none other than the perfect replica of our resident engineer. She was perfect, everything was correct – the long yellow dreadlocks, the milk lilac skin – the scars were all in the right places…if I didn't know any better I would have mistaken her for the real thing.

"This is what you want isn't it Captain?" I swallowed hard as I looked back over at the perfectly shaped replica of my engineer. Damn it, even the voice was the same I could feel the heat stirring as my cock throbbed almost painfully in my trousers.

I watched with a mix of self-loathing and lust as the fake X'antia began slowly pulling down the straps of her bra, slipping the silky fabric from off of her shoulder and down her arm. Oh this was so wrong, even for me. I couldn't ask her to stop – all I could hear was X'antia moans from the next room – that egged me on even more. I watched the replica bend over and slip down her sheer underwear before I lost it completely. Grabbing hold of the replica of my engineer and pushing her up against the wall.

I couldn't control myself; I knew I wouldn't ever get to touch X'antia like this in real life. She had made it clear that she was not attracted to me, she only like to mess with me. Over the last five years all she had done was mess with my damn head, she was making me soft, I couldn't be fucking soft!

I prayed silently that if I was able to get my release from this replica, then the lust for the real thing would go away.

3POV

As the Captain sought after a sense of relief, the sounds of X'antia's moaning and pleading filled the air egging him on. The moans and screams became louder and louder as the young engineer came closer to her release, her robot worked her hard and rough against the wall – the force knocking off the clock in the Captain's room.

"Alright, that is enough!" Yondu exclaimed as he pressed the off switch on the robot before collecting his clothes form the floor and dressing himself, storming out of his room and banging hard on the door of the adjoining bedroom.

"Rooms booked fuck off!" X'antia moaned from behind the door, the yellow haired engineer now laying on the bed with the robots head between her legs trying to push out the sound of the door banging.

"Fuck off! Can't you hear I am busy in here?" X'antia yelled as the banging continued on her door, pressing down on the robots head she leaned into his tongue and let out a moan. It went quiet for a moment, relieved the young woman continued to lean back enjoying the sensations the robot was providing.

Her moans were cut off my the sound of a sharp whistle, opening her eyes to look around X'antia gasped at the sight before her, her robot had been shot right through the temples by an arrow – falling back onto it's back it short-circuited and returned to its robotic form as it broke.

Looking over at the door X'antia noticed a hole in the door, which was now being opened – pulling up the covers from the bed, and wrapping them around her body X'antia cursed to herself and watched the bedroom door swing open to reveal her less than chipper looking captain.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me! What the hell is your problem?" X'antia shouted at her Captain who had now walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

"You sounded like you were having way too much fun!" Yondu snapped back picking his arrow out of the air and placing it back on his hip halter, pulling his jacket over using it to cover his still obvious erection pressing in his trousers.

X'antia stood up from the bed, tightening her grip on the bed sheets around her – the material not doing much for the imagination, it was sheer and clung to the curves on her body a little too well for the aliens liking.

"So that is reason enough to come in and wreck my robot?" X'antia snapped as she motioned to her now broken robot on the bedroom floor. "You are paying for that." X'antia snapped, glaring at her captain.

The two aliens were in a stand-off, Yondu blocked the door with his arms crossed and the Valkurian stood by her bed seething in silence.

"Get dressed girl, you're going back to the ship." Yondu broke the silence, tearing his eyes away from the nearly naked engineer – the images of her replica flashed before his eyes, secretly the captain wondered to himself if the real X'antia looked and felt as good as the robot had done moments before.

"Get out of my room! Go back to your fucking your damn robot." X'antia shouted marching towards her Captain and motioning for him to leave the room but he didn't budge.

"I was trying to but all I could hear was you!" Yondu snapped angrily, for a moment feeling slightly embarrassed at the implication of his last confession.

"Well turn the robot up! Block me out!" X'antia snapped, not paying any attention to her Captain semi-confession of sin. "It's a bit hard!" Yondu snapped back making the yellow haired alien break character for a moment and chuckle at the innuendo.

"You know it is meant to be right?" She chuckled with a smirk only making Yondu angrier, he was glad that his skin tone allowed for him to not visibly blush. "Go back to the ship!" he snapped grabbing hold of one of her wrists, making her drop a piece of her sheet which she groaned and clumsily collected with her spare hand.

"What is your damn problem? Do I storm into your room whilst you are balls deep in a hooker and ruin your R&R?" X'antia snapped pulling herself out of the grasp of her captain and walking over to her bed to collect her clothes from the floor. Yondu was seething, the adrenaline still pumping he followed her further into the room.

"You know what, if you have such a fucking problem with me getting some why don't you just say so!?" X'antia snapped finally under the silence, turning to her Captain who stood angrily in the middle of the room. "What is is Capt'n? You jealous cus you're too old to enjoy yourself now?" X'antia chuckled darkly moving over to her Captain.

"Watch yourself girl." Yondu growled as the yellow haired alien moved closer and closer to him. Swallowing hard, the Ravenger tried to deal with the throbbing in his pants – something he had hoped would go away but had worsened over the last few moments.

"What is your problem? Can't you get off – is that it?" X'antia purred as she tied up the sheet around her and ran her hand up the chest of her Captain making him tense up.

"I am warning you girl!" Yondu growled as he watched his engineer try to toy with him, much like she did the first him she met him. He had no interest in her then – she was a child, now it was different, she was grown and she knew it. She knew that she was a woman and that a man would react to that – Yondu knew she was messing with him for the fun of it and he didn't like it.

X'antia smirked to herself as the quickly pushed her Captain onto the bed and straddled his waist much to his shock. Swallowing hard, the captain mind tried not to stray into areas it shouldn't – he was trying so hard not to feel the warmth coming from the sheer fabric that covered the best parts of X'antia's body.

"Can't even please a robot whore can you?" X'antia hissed as she slowly began to roll her hips making Yondu close his eyes and look away from her for his own safety. He knew she was playing a game with him – she was a former hooker after all, there was no real interest she took in him. She was not attracted to him in the slightest – he knew that too well.

It was all biology and she knew it, it didn't matter if the man was her Captain or a random man from the street – all men reacted the same to certain stimuli and she was prepared to prove to her Captain that he was no better than any of the other men.

"You think you're so smart girl – you don't know a thing." Yondu snapped as he took hold of her chin pulling her face closer to his, he could feel the heat radiating off of her skin.

"You'd be surprised what I still remember." X'antia purred with a chuckle as the brought her face closer so that the warmth of her breath tickled the lips of her captain.

"Back in the day, when my clients couldn't get off – it wasn't because of what I was doing." She snapped darkly pulling her face back away from his making him curse himself as he let go of her face as he pushed her off of him onto the floor once more with a thud.

"You know what I feel so sorry for that fucking robot. You make my skin crawl!" X'antia growled through gritted teeth as she glared up at her Captain.

"You are not exactly a catch sweetheart!" Yondu barked back as he picked up the clothes on the bed and threw them at her. "Get dressed." He barked as the Valkurian groaned and stood up from the floor.

"No."

That was the final straw, with a growl the seething captain stood up from the bed and looped his arm around his engineer's waist; pulling her off the floor and onto his shoulder in one swift movement. X'antia let out a scream as she was lifted from the floor leaning to grab her clothes from the floor on her way up.

"Put me down!" X'antia barked slapping her Captain on the back, not doing very much in terms of damage. Yondu rolled his eyes and marched out of the brothel – he was pissed, all he wanted to do was enjoy some R&R and what he got in return was this. The bloody woman was driving him insane, he knew there was a reason that there were few female ravengers.

"You know there is a reason, there ain't no other women on my ship!" Yondu snapped at his engineer who kicked her legs in protest as she was carried up the hill. "Put me down now Yondu!" X'antia growled slapping the back of his head, making him wince and jolt her on his shoulder.

"You had your chance girl; you shouldn't have played with me like that." Yondu snapped as a great almighty crash echoed across the city making him drop X'antia.

X'antia POV

Ok, I know I crossed a line tonight but I am getting really tired of getting thrown on the damn floor. "Damn it, did you have to drop me!?" I snarled as I wrapped my sheet around me, more for warmth now than anything else – it was freezing on this planet. A part of me did regret not dressing before I was dragged out of the room.

"What the fuck was that?!" Yondu snapped as he moved over next to me, I shot him a glare as I stood up and looked over the top of bolder beside us swallowing slightly at the scene in front of me. From what I could make out, I could see a large ship settled on the other side of the town – the symbol on the side matched that of the punter from the other day…

"Oh crap!" I groaned as I his back behind the rock. "Remember I told you about that punter who wanted to buy me, and we slaughtered him and his crew?" I said with a large fake smile. I could already see that the Captain had clocked onto what I was going to say – rolling his eyes he stood up and brushed the snow off of himself.

"I'm guessing that is the rest of his crew?" He groaned, as he looked over the rock. I winced a little at the glare the Captain shot me.

"Woman! One day I will get rid of you and I will jump for fucking joy!" Yondu snapped as he made his way back the way we came from, leaving me in the snow with my clothes. "Get dressed and go back to the damn ship – I will deal with you later!" He shouted back to me before he left my line of sight – I sighed as I watched him leave.

All of sudden I felt a strange tinge in my chest, was I worried about him? I mean, there was nothing to worry about – I had seen him kill groups of men without breaking a sweat. I was being silly – it must just be the cold and booze getting to me I thought to myself as I began to dress myself.

Something didn't feel right; as I pulled on my jacket and turned to see a group of men stood behind me. I swallowed hard, knowing full well who these men were – I had come across their kind when I was a child – the scars on their chest was well known amongst slaves.

They were Gatherers…