The Arch-Angel Admiral Miwasidh Nariel sat in a brilliant-looking transparent blue chair, a soft thing with feathery white cushions and glowing controls surrounded by elaborate gold encrustations of angelic design. At his feet were two female angels with scruffy grayed wings; slaves.
The two girls massaged the man's feet. He raised one leg and dropped it on one their backs, degrading her into a piece of furniture. To the other, he gestured with long, muscular fingers. The girl, eyes cast downward, crawled into his lap and embraced him. His hand slid up her thigh, under her dirty white dress. The girl jerked away slightly in surprise, but her fear quickly locked her in place. With little muffled gasps she began to tremble.
"Shoot off her nose." Admiral Nariel suddenly commanded. A bridge officer gave him a questioning look, but reached for his sidearm. "No, fool." Nariel frowned, kicking the footrest-girl under his other leg. The girl he was playing with was frozen in terror. "The Neko ship."
The bridge crew seemed apologetic, turning back to their stations. In short order, one of the cloaked Elysian battlecrusiers fired its main gun at the nose of the Seigi, looking to take out the ship's heavy weapon in advance.
"UNnnnnhhH!!" the girl in Nariel's lap squealed, squirming atop Nariel's hand. "Silence." he scolded. He then addressed his crew again. "The other battlegroup didn't make it, fifty ships should be plenty."
The Elysian fleet stayed hidden, poised to strike again...
The two girls massaged the man's feet. He raised one leg and dropped it on one their backs, degrading her into a piece of furniture. To the other, he gestured with long, muscular fingers. The girl, eyes cast downward, crawled into his lap and embraced him. His hand slid up her thigh, under her dirty white dress. The girl jerked away slightly in surprise, but her fear quickly locked her in place. With little muffled gasps she began to tremble.
"Shoot off her nose." Admiral Nariel suddenly commanded. A bridge officer gave him a questioning look, but reached for his sidearm. "No, fool." Nariel frowned, kicking the footrest-girl under his other leg. The girl he was playing with was frozen in terror. "The Neko ship."
The bridge crew seemed apologetic, turning back to their stations. In short order, one of the cloaked Elysian battlecrusiers fired its main gun at the nose of the Seigi, looking to take out the ship's heavy weapon in advance.
"UNnnnnhhH!!" the girl in Nariel's lap squealed, squirming atop Nariel's hand. "Silence." he scolded. He then addressed his crew again. "The other battlegroup didn't make it, fifty ships should be plenty."
The Elysian fleet stayed hidden, poised to strike again...
