Chapter Five

In a beaten up ship made of many stolen parts Cronies Maximum move quickly across the dark sky. He always moved quickly since he was usually fleeing one mess or another that his less than moral ways got him into. Today had been no exception morality wise but, this time his quickness was actually due to a sort of celebration of battle rather than a fear of retribution. And the prize for his well won fight? A beautiful, though stronger than he would like, Love slave. Oh sure, he knew that often it was pointless to take a love slave since they are programmed to love only one and often languish when that person is taken away from them. But, this one seemed different. She didn't lament for a lost love or sit quietly waiting for the end. No, this one fought. She kicked. She screamed. He loved it. After all, what is the point of an easy conquest? Still, she had to be taught a lesson and she had to retrained to respect him for her master. He knew he could break her. And if he didn't? Well no one was going to arrest him for the death of a love slave. They were created to be short lived anyway. A beautiful new toy that you could simply throw away when their shininess wore off.