This choice: My personal slave and future meal • Go Back...Chapter #6Jim's just property by: Unknown “- my personal slave and future meal.” Jim’s eyes widened in shock but only for a moment, he didn’t protest.
Jim was a smart kid, she was pretty sure he understood. Aisha couldn’t give an outsider, a terran child no less, an important position aboard a military battle cruiser. He was in no way affiliated with the Ctarl Ctarl Empire but Aisha planned to remedy that. She couldn’t do anything now though; she’d only just been reinstated.
Major Popo gave Aisha a curt nod, “Very well, here’s a dossier that should get you up to speed on your duties. You can meet with the crew when they assemble tomorrow, and if need be, add or remove crew members from the roster.” The major sniffed, “That’s all for now. You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you Major Popo!” Aisha gushed, “You won’t regret this.” Aisha pounded a fist into her open palm.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure you won’t disappoint.” The Major yawned; he didn’t bother trying to cover it up, “No if you don’t mind I have some files I need to look over.”
“Yes sir!” Aisha turned to leave; the Ctarl Ctarl soldier who had entered the room gave Jim a slight push towards Aisha. He quickly made his way to her side. Aisha marched out of the office with a cat who ate the canary smile on her face and a confused Jim in tow, “Muwhahaha, Aisha ClanClan, once more an ambassador and high ranking officer. Oh, this is a dream come true!”
“Aisha, what’s going on?” Jim asked when he thought they were out of earshot, “Aren’t we going to hunt down Gene and the others? And what did you mean when you said I was your slave…… and future meal?”
“Not now Jimmy.” Ctarl Ctarl had excellent hearing; she didn’t want to have this conversation where they might be overheard, “Will talk about it when we get to my room.”
Aisha had been assigned a temporary room at the spaceport military base. She would have liked to have gone home for a few days and visited family but things were happening back in terran occupied space. War waits for no one and the Ctarl Ctarl were never ones to back away from a fight. She’d have a day to meet with her crew. Hopefully it would be most of the same crew from when she used to be in charge of the Orta Hone-Hone. In just 2 days she’d be back in space but this time as an officer and not as an outlaw outcast. Back at her quarters she locked the door behind her and did something of a happy dance where she pawed at the air, “Yes, yes, yes! I’m back!”
“Care to explain what’s going on?” Jim wasn’t angry but he was starting to get a little annoyed at being kept in the dark.
“Well Jim, as you know, before I joined you, Gene, and the others on the Outlaw Star I was Ambassador for the Sentinel system. I thought I was through with the military but, as it turns out, my help in locating the Galactic Leyline has gotten me reinstated! I’m an officer again!”
“That’s great and I’m happy for you, really, but what happens to me?”
“Nyagh?! What do you mean what happens to you? Jim, I wouldn’t abandon you just because I’m back in the military. A kid like you would get eaten alive if left alone on my home planet….. literally! I can’t let that happen.”
“Thanks Aisha.” Jim didn’t think Aisha would’ve left him just because they were no longer Outlaw Star crew members, she wasn’t that kind of person.
“That’s why I’ve had you registered as a slave!” Aisha said merrily in her scratchy voice. She slapped Jim on the back as if that were supposed to reassure him.
“Aisha, what’s that all about anyway? I don’t want to be your slave!” Jim growled.
“Why not? Hmmmm, I’m going to have so much fun with this. I’ll get you a cute little butler outfit made just for you. You’ll have to call me Mrs. ClanClan and weight on me hand and foot, and carry all my documents for me, and serve me my meals in my private quarters, and fluff my pillow before I go to sleep, and lose to me on purpose whenever we play videogames, and kiss my feet whenever I ask you to, and-”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?!” Jim looked like he was going to faint, Aisha declaring him her slave seemed like something she might do as a practical joke back when they were on the Outlaw Star, but now she really did have the rights Jim’s life and he really would be at her beck and call 24/7. It would be a nightmare weighting on the greedy catgirl.
“…. And when I finally grow tired of you I ‘retire’ you.” Aisha finished patting her stomach so there was no mistaking what Aisha meant by ‘retire’.” Jim stared at her wide eyed, “Or, at least, that’s what’s supposed to happen to Ctarl Ctarl slaves. But I’d never do that to my little Jimmy.” Aisha messed up his hair, Jim’s knees buckled, “I won’t make you do anything to hard considering your still a terran baby fresh out of diapers, and eventually I’ll get you a position on the ship. One close to me so I can keep an eye on you.” She ruffled his hair once more.
“…… I’m not a terran baby.” Jim muttered sullenly, Aisha giggled, “Okay Aisha, I understand that Ctarl Ctarl politics are pretty ruthless and that I’ve got to be your…. property for a while. I know you can’t do anything to help me now…… But don’t expect me to be doing your dirty laundry or cook for you.” Jim warned, “Just because you’ve got me at a disadvantage doesn’t mean you can take advantage of me.”
Aisha’s eyes widened with glee, “Jimmy you’re my slave! That’s exactly what it means!” Aisha cackled as Jim plowed into her trying to show her on to the bed. Aisha just scooped him up and tossed him on to the mattress instead. Jim looked up at her glaring, but it melted away into a tired smile, “Well, I guess I don’t have a choice.”
“Nope!” Aisha plopped down on the bed next to him.
Aisha was like family to him, he wasn’t worried. Even if he was labeled ‘slave’ and ‘meal’ he was still her kid brother. Jim was a delicacy for the Ctarl Ctarl. Some could devour terran adults whole, such as Aisha, but they’re number was few. Terran children however were a staple in the Ctarl Ctarl’s diet. Aisha had even tried to eat him the first time they’d met. Fortunately though, when she tried to transform, she burnt up too many calories and fainted. Jim and Gene had bought her dinner and ended up shooting her soon afterwards. It was kind of strange, they were exact opposites, and their relationship was sort of weird. It was kind of like a terran becoming best friends with a happy meal, but Jim didn’t doubt their bond. There was still one thing bothering him though, and he was honestly scared what Aisha’s answer would be. She seemed excited to be reinstated in the military. She’d be getting her own battleship and crew, and that would mean she’d have to leave a different crew “……. Aisha, are we going to look for Gene and the others?” Jim asked quietly.
Aisha’s cheerfulness evaporated some, she sighed, “I really hope they’re okay Jim, but I’m not too sure. They might not have made it out in time………. If we do find Gene... you can….. go back with him if you want.” Aisha told Jim reluctantly, “I won’t force you to stay with me Jimmy. But I wish you would! I’d love to have you!”
“For dinner, or as a crew mate?” Jim asked grinning some.
“Can’t it be both? The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” Jim just grinned, “Anyway, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. The thing is that chapter of my life is over. I’m part of the Ctarl Ctarl Empire again. I hope you’ll stay with me. I need a first mate I can trust.”
“How is that even possible?” Jim asked, “I’m a terran.”
“There are loopholes, If you became Jim ClanClan I’m sure…”
“Whoa, what?” Jim laughed, “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am you ignorant terran pup. I never joke!” Aisha lied, except she was serious about her last point.
“Well I….. I don’t know. How would that work? I mean, like what, your parents would adopt me?”
“Something like that.”
“I…… I-”
“Don’t even worry about it right now. I know it’s a little to digest. Right now though I’m starved!” Aisha picked up a phone off a nearby cabinet, “I’m going to order us some grub. Want something Jimmy?” Ummm sure, what’ve you got?”
“Everything!” Aisha grinned, “We’re Ctarl Ctarl after all.”
“How about some chicken and mashed potatoes?”
“Sure!”
Jim looked around the room, “Hey Aisha, where am I supposed to sleep? Do I get a room too?”
“Don’t be silly, slaves don’t get their own room. They’re usually harnessed to a wall or, if they’re lucky, they get to sleep on the floor. Don’t worry though, my beds pretty big so you can just sleep with me till I get your slave status revoked.”
“Th-thanks Aisha.”
Aisha messed up his hair once more while waiting for someone to pick up and take her order. Finally she got through. Ctarl Ctarl medium and high ranking officers basically had 24/7 room service at the military base. It was one of the many perks.
“Hi, yeah, I’d like to order some grub…… B wing 357”
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