Warning, this gets real dramatic and graphic and depressing but hopefully still interesting. Enjoy, and happy thanksgiving! :D
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He walked to the door of his office, looking to the Terran guard beside it.
"I am going to patrol ze ship." He said.
"Alright, Ambassador Evan."
Evan nodded once and adjusted his hat before walking out, his feet gliding along the white marble floor of the inner ship. He stepped out onto the sleek cheery wood deck and looked out at his crew, all who were more brutish looking members of the Procyon society. Perfect for their line of work. Stationed at each corner of the ship was a Terran guard, who all wore the uniforms that shone their despicable pride. Evan stepped lightly to the lower deck, passing the men, who were all at least an inch taller than his small, slight frame. All the guards eyes followed him. They spoke their emotions: distaste, hate, utter loathing. Of course. None of the bloody savages cared for his kind.
Well, the feeling was mutual.
He walked up to two individuals. Virtually identical Procinians, who possessed the brutish build and features mixed with their raccoon-like mask. They turned when they heard his steps and saluted.
"General Evan!" They said in Procyon, which was a graceful, flowing French-like language that very few others knew, due to Procinian's hostility towards near all other races. The Terran guards looked pissed.
"At ease, men." Evan said in English. "Come with me." He then said in Procyon. They obeyed quickly as Evan turned on his heel and began walking around the ship. He gave no indication that what he was doing was suspicious as he went below deck. He rounded a corner, out of the eyesight of any guards, and opened a door that was hidden simply by being made to look like the wooden wall. In he entered with his two most trusted guards, known as Commanding Officers Jacque and Viktor. He closed the door to the lavishly decorated room behind him. Marble flooring, polished gold plated walls. The accommodations included proper tea making facilities and plush furniture, along with a bookshelf containing all matter of literature. Evan sat on a couch by himself, while Jacque and Viktor both took seats in single chairs, looking a bit out of place in the elegant, sound-proof room.
"Vaht is going on, General?" Asked Viktor.
"I'm simply informing you ouv aun occurunce zat vill be happening vary soon."
"Vaht is that?" Jacque raised an eyebrow.
"Ve vill be "attacked"," Evan made quotations with his fingers, "at exactly three o'clock this avternoon."
"Vy o'?"
"The crew. You are to inform the rest of the crew to only use half of what we could have until the escourt is destroyed. By then, one of the ships from Madam Amelia's fleet will have been sent to answer the distress calls, and our alleys would have left."
The men nodded, standing simultaneously with Evan.
"Vaht is the point ouv zis, sir?" Asked Jacque, who stopped at the door before exiting behind Viktor.
Evan's lips curled devilishly. "strategy, dear Jacque, strategy."
The next day, Jim observed Onyx. Every time Minerva walked by, he'd look at her, and when she looked back, he'd smile. And she'd grin. When Onyx went up the rigging as part of his ship patrol, he ended up by Minerva, showing her how to tie a knot, which was rubbish. Jim knew any rigger was an expert knot tier, especially Minerva. She'd gotten pissed off at him and had made a noose and stuck it around his neck before he could breath, warning him that next time, they'd both be on the rigging, and he would "fall". He thanked God that the plan he'd formed with the crew member had worked. He considered his ass saved. And was honestly glad to see Onyx a little less serious, especially after the emotional goodbye to his father and mother that had made Jim nearly tear up.
Everything was going oddly smoothly as the fleet traveled through the Etherium, searching for a Iron Clad, and only one, to take and capture. They planned to disarm it, study it, possibly find the bastards who operated it. Sadly, though, none had been found. But, no casualties or injuries, so no one was complaining.
So, of course something had to go wrong.
Jim was sitting in his stateroom with a distant Onyx when his communicator started squealing.
"Gotta change the damn tone!" Jim shouted before flipping open the device built into the wall, next to a map like the one in Amelia's stateroom on the legacy.
"Mister Hawkins!" Amelia appeared on the screen, her face knit in anger. "The Naval Escort for the Procinian diplomat has come under fire from a pirate ship. They are approximately due northwest of your ship. You must change course and go assist them. The RLS Comet will be accompanying you."
"Yes ma'am!" Jim saluted.
"Good. Disconnecting." Amelia's face zipped out of existence. Jim turned to Onyx.
"Onyx, tell the crew to follow the RLS Comet."
"K." He went off. Jim soon followed outside, met with the sight of the Royal Naval Escort in flames and a half destroyed Procyon ship.
"ALL GUNNERS TO STATIONS!" He shouted. "LOWER ALL SAILS! FULL EMERGENCY POWER!"
"FULL EMERGENCY POWER ENGAGED!" Yelled the helmsman. Jim went over and took over the helm, guiding the ship expertly over by the pirate ship that was raining lasers on the Royal Escort. "SAVE WHO YOU CAN!" Jim shouted across to the comet. The captain nodded and guided her ship as instructed, Jim swirling around. They released all fire they could on the pirates, who retaliated messily. They went back and fourth, back and fourth. The Procyon ship backed them up with a star cannon, and eventually this drove the pirates off, but they were unable to pursue and destroy. They went beside the Comet.
"ANY CASULATIES, CAPTAIN?" Jim shouted. The captain just shook their head. "BRILLIANT. RETURN TO FLEET. WE'LL TOW THE PROCYON DIPLOMATS TO THE NEAREST PORT."
"YES SIR, LIEUTENANT HAWKINS." They responded, nodding and signaling their helmsman to guide them there. Jim guided the Silver Coin by the Procyon ship. "PERMISSION TO GRAPPLE?"
He saw a small Procyon step forward with some sort of cone shaped object, which he held up to his mouth. "PERMISSION GRANTED, LIEUTENANT HAWKINS."
Jim nodded, whistling. They grappled the ship, and he handed the controls over to the helmsman, instructing him to dock at the nearest harbor. "I wonder how he knew I'm Lieutenant Hawkins." Jim mused once on the lower deck with Onyx, glancing back at the ship and its crew, who was now putting out the fires on the sails.
"The captain yelled it out loud, Jim."
"Oh, yeah."
Did she need a bra? Yeah. Yeah guess she did. Aurora put on the annoying undergarment that she wanted to bitch slap in the face. Then again, a bra's face would probably be the cups, and she didn't want to smack her own boob. That would hurt.
"Captain Mayflower? Are you, er, decent?"
Ah. That was her First Mate, Mark. Aurora pulled on some underwear and opened the door. The dorky young man's face turned bright red.
"Uh, uh, uh-"
"Speak before this door becomes acquainted with your face, Mark." Aurora rolled her eyes. He coughed and saluted her. "We are docking for the night in approximately a half hour, Captain."
"Good. Bye." She slammed the door closed and sighed. Well, he didn't notice. Maybe everyone thought she was just getting fat. She turned sideways in her mirror, staring at the reflection. They probably just didn't think about the fact. After all, out here she couldn't get the proper nourishment...
Her stomach growled.
"Damn it you, shut the fuck up." Aurora growled, putting on some casual clothes, tying up her boots and exiting her room. She didn't need to put on her uniform right now. On the deck, she turned her head up to the stars, staring. They were so beautiful...
She sighed and turned around, watching as the ship docked. She had to tell him...tell someone...She exited the ship, running around until she spotted Penifold. She ran up to him, and he smiled.
"Hey, babe." He grinned and put a hand on her side.
"I don't want that-that thing." He growled, pointing angrily. Aurora cowered, the very action sending pain through her body.
"Don't you speak of her that way!" Her mother growled, jabbing him in the chest. He stared at her. "Get rid of it."
"No! She's our daughter!"
"She's a freak! A making of the devil-worthless!"
"She's a little girl!"
"Who can do things not normal-things people shouldn't be able to do-things that are not to be done in this house!"
"You bastard! She'll learn to control it!"
He slapped her. Then he looked to Aurora. He took a house shaking step towards her and picked her up by her scruff, going over to the fireplace, swigging from his rum bottle.
"NO!" Her mother screeched as Aurora cried. She ran over and shoved him away. "You won't do that!"
He glared at her and slapped her again, sending her falling to the ground. "Stupid bitch. Shouldn't have ever married you."
"D-don't." Her mother whimpered as the man-the monster-aimed Aurora at the fire. He stopped for a second, stared, and then tossed the kit in the fire.
"Rori?"
Aurora nearly jumped out of her skin, breathing like she'd just run a mile and shaking uncontrollably. Penifold looked alarmed and jumped back before putting both hands on her shoulders. "Rori? Rori what is wrong?!"
Aurora kept shaking, tearing up. Penifold looked like he might cry too. She'd never been anything but composed since they'd been together.
"I-I-" She pulled away and ran, stumbling, dry retching. She reached some cargo and collapsed, throwing up, emptying everything she'd had that day until she was dry retching again. Her hair was a mess, sticking out in sweaty strands. She stayed on her knees, eyes closed, a bitter taste in her mouth as her body kept shaking. Penifold showed up at her side, down on one knee, putting a hand on her side again.
She rolled out, screaming. Pain. Fire. It burned, everything burned it burned so, so much. She couldn't hear, a ringing disorienting any sound that could make sense. All she saw was screaming parents. Her eyes opened and closed.
"DEVIL!" She heard as the ringing went down. Her mother?
"BITCH!" Her father.
And a gunshot.
She retched again, bringing up acid that scorched her throat and made her head hurt. She would have collapsed into her own vomit if Penifold hadn't caught her.
"Aurora?! Are you sick-what-what is happening?!" He near screeched, looking panicked. She breathed deeply, regaining herself, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. She spit on the ground as she grabbed Penifold's shoulders for support. He put his hand on her side-her other side. Relief. The un-called for nightmare she'd relived faded from her mind as she looked into the worried eyes of her lover.
"Pen...Peni...I'm...pregnant."
