Chapter #5Janice, the bottom heavy blonde by: hedkrakka   Janice was really, really regretting signing on with the Rimor right now.
When she graduated college and told her family that she was going into deep space, they'd tried to convince her not to. "It's too dangerous," they said. "Just stay here," they said. Finishing her first job had eased their worries enough to give her a fond farewell on this job. Janice wished she had listened to them now.
Her first mission out, and they get picked up by alien space pirates. Unbelievable.
Janice didn't hold out any hope for a rescue. Space is vast beyond human comprehension, and the odds of anyone finding the exact ship they were on in the void was infinitesimally small.
"Kutallu," her one guard said, his lower right arm pointing to the right. Janice complied silently, knowing that resistance was pointless. She knew she shouldn't blame Captain James for their capture. After all, they were a slow moving and unarmed transport, facing off against a large warship. Surrender had been their one and only chance of staying alive, and yet she couldn't help but be angry at the mere fact that the Captain didn't try anything to prevent this.
"Still, this ship is something else," Janice thought, looking around as her captor took her further and further within their vessel. The ship appeared to be an organic creation, if not in its entirety, then certainly a large percentage. The walls appeared to be composed of metallic compounds fused with bone, and tubes ran along the walls, held up with what appeared to be muscle fibers. "Juicy" was the first word that came to mind to describe the hallway, and while many might have been disgusted by the revelation, Janice couldn't help but be fascinated.
The air was warm and humid with a slightly animalistic scent about it, but it wasn't unpleasant, at least. The gravity was certainly a good deal lower then the standard on Earth, and the two hundred pound engineer felt "bouncy," for lack of a better term. Her captors had been stretching and popping their joints since returning to their vessel, and Jan suspected they'd found the human ship rather uncomfortable.
The air seemed like it was quite rich in oxygen compared to the standard on the Rimor, and their captors removed their face plates and breathed deeply. "It must have been enriching the oxygen level to their needed level," Jan thought as she finally got a good look at the species which had taken them captive.
They certainly weren't a pretty species. Six red eyes were arranged above a pair of beaks, and they were breathing out of a pair of holes on either side of their necks. When they spoke, it was an odd bass rumble from their side-throats, punctuated with clicks of their twin beaks. Their bodies were covered with blue scales and proto-feathers, and the tall one in the middle had a bright red crest rising above his head.
A final door opened, and the small party entered what appeared to be an examination room. Their was another of her captors waiting, dressed in a grey suit. This one was rather different than the previous ones Jan had seen. For starters, she was clearly female, judging by her almost shockingly huge breasts, barely contained in her tight uniform. She was likely bigger around her tits than around her rib cage, and Jan felt her jaw drop in shock.
Her build was otherwise very different from her counterparts. She had a single pair of arms as opposed to their four, and only four eyes instead of their six. She also had a single mouth instead of their twin beaks, and she smiled at the tall figure as they entered. The leader passed her a data slate, and Jan saw the woman's eyes nearly bug out of her head.
The two immediately began talking in their language, and Jan wished she knew what they were saying...
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"Are these scans accurate?"
"Confirmed, Investigator," he replied. He'd never told her his name, and she'd never asked. His rank was Third of the March, and that was how he was addressed. He may have been a grim, humourless sort, but he was very competent and skilled, and Chylvalos never doubted his assessment of any given situation.
Still, after so long without results, she was scared to hope. The Investigator opened her box, withdrawing her own scanner. It was considerably more advanced then the bulky navy ones, and she scanned the frightened prisoner. She smiled cautiously when it showed its results.
"Gelux class, grade A5. Remarkable." Chylvalos had every right to be excited. Most of the stock they gathered tended to the lower end of the scale, either Axlatl or Chumoxtli. Some stock had no energy storage capabilities, and had been sold off to slavers at the earliest opportunity, as they'd been useless to the Tel'cantir.
Gethrun's Nine Frozen Hells, even most of the Chumoxtli were sold off as well. They were woefully inefficient, requiring a great amount of nutrition and needing to grow to a particularly vast size in order to store a passable amount of energy. Only a truly desperate ship would rely on Chumoxtli for their needs, and the March was not a desperate ship. The First of the March hadn't even allowed them to begin processing the last batch, deeming it a waste of resources. Instead, they were only fed enough to avoid meat-starvation and sold off at the first port.
A Gelux class, however, was something far different. A Gelux class with 100 Gi of fat could store significantly more energy then even a 500 Gi Chumoxtli. Even better, the energy stored by a Gelux increases exponentially with each Gi it put on, making the return on nutrient supersaturation more then worth it. And Grade A5, to boot? "This is truly remarkable. What about the others?"
"Most of the remainder were Axlatl. There was a couple Chaxaxl, and a Cuth. All of them were A5 gainers."
That news certainly gave Chylvalos pause. Axlatl was the most common class, with energy storage acceptable per Gi, and increasing arithmetically with weight. Not great, but certainly not terrible, and they would still fetch a fine price at market. Chaxaxl and Cuth, though, were far more exciting. Chaxaxl was another class which increased its storage arithmetically, but it could store more per Gi then an Axlatl. It's nature also made it more susceptible to their drug treatments and nutrient supersaturation, greatly increasing their rate of gain.
Cuth, like Gelux, was another really exciting class. This class gained like an Axlatl, but it was its other features that made it truly exceptional. First, its body was compatible with the Tel'cantir, and could be transformed into a hive breeder with only a minimal amount of genetic tweaking. The Tel'cantir typically bred quite slowly, but a hive breeder could mother a hundred young a year, two hundred a year, maybe even five or six with exceptional specimens.
The second thing the Cuth were noted for was their milk production. For whatever reason, the mammary glands of the Cuth expanded to an insane degree and produced massively in excess of what they needed to nurse their young, This milk was nearly pure fat, and the Tel'cantir would feed the excess to the other stock to accelerate their rate of gain, with any remaining excess after that being fed back to the Cuth herself.
"To get Gelux, Cuth, and Chaxaxl all in one fell swoop... what about the males?"
"All null. Physically powerful, so at least they'll sell well."
The Investigator frowned, a little disappointed. The designation was used for a species which couldn't be used for energy storage at all. "Now that's a shame. Still, we need to take more of these hoo-mons captive. If all of the stock is like this, their race could be a splorx mine. Hold her."
The guards grabbed the yellow haired specimen, holding her steady as the Investigator drew out the first of a large series of needles...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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