Author's Note
When we last left our happy gang of pirates, they had barely escaped a security lock down after a bar fight broke out. They've been hiding out in a nearby moon crater with the lounge singer, a J-Pop star named Aidoru.
Aidoru has the physical form of identical triplets, but shares a single linked consciousness. If you didn't think that was going to lead to some kinky shit on board The Black Prince, you should probably have your head examined.
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Chapter 13: Naughty Kitty
Droning guitars and thundering drums reverberated throughout the corridors of The Black Prince. The accompanying bass line rattled anything that wasn't bolted down.
Emily marched down the corridor, her magnetic boots clicking in time with the beat as she walked. Her hand was high overhead with index and pinky fingers extended, and the remaining fingers tucked under her thumb.
She stopped when she reached the lounge, lowered her hand, but kept her head nodding to the beat. Emily stood about a meter behind Jade, who was down on her knees in front of the Megacomf sofa.
"Just a sec," said Jade. She braced herself with her left hand, grasping the Megacomf's internal framing, and leaned in with a cordless drill in her right. The cushions of the Megacomf floated in a weightless semicircle around her.
The whine of the drill barely registered over the volume of the music. The only evidence of it putting a hole in the deck plating was an acrid smell that wafted in the air. Emily moved her gaze to Jade's backside as she took in the scene.
"Any luck?" said Jade, lifting the drill and turning to face Emily.
"How do you feel about pink?"
Jade peered over the tops of her safety glasses. "Normally, I'd say it's my favorite color, but maybe not in this case."
"Hm," said Emily. She took a step forward. "Is that steal tubing or aluminum?"
"Magnesium alloy, I think. And carbon fiber in other places."
"These Megacomfs are built to last."
"Sturdy or not, I'm still securing the seat belts directly to the deck," said Jade. "Which, by the way, is a total bitch to drill into. Either that or this bit is dull... Maybe both."
"About those seat belts..."
"You serious about pink?"
"Hot pink," said Emily. "Three spools."
"Whoa."
The drone of guitars heightened to a fever pitch of crunching power chords as Jade finished her sentence.
Emily raised her voice. "It's the only color with enough filament on it to 3D print the whole batch. I suppose we could do one in each color for a rainbow effect."
"What's with this music?"
"It's Aidoru's," said Emily.
Jade stood up and clicked her boots to the deck. "Sounds a little on the Goth side of J-Pop to me."
"I don't think it's her band, per se. It's a playlist."
Jade went rigid. "Better not be streaming. The signal could give away our position andâ"
"It's not," said Emily. "I locked down all outgoing signals from the ship. Including the long range WiFi. Nobody's going to find us. At least not by our electromagnetic signature."
"So let me get this straight," said Jade. "While we're busy running from those Orbital Security assholes, our little Aidoru makes a stop to pick up her iPod? I'm not buying it."
Emily shrugged.
"And who keeps that many spools of hot pink around for 3D printing? What ever happened to basic black? Black is a very piratey color."
"Maybe the lady you stole this ship from wasn't into the whole pirate thing."
"Hmph. Her loss," said Jade. "So it's hot pink orâ"
"Kitty, no." LĂșcia's voice echoed from one of the crew cabins.
The guitars and drums reached a frantic crescendo and, all at once, fell silent.
Jade raised an eyebrow.
"Or a mish-mash," said Emily. "I might be able to get the printer to blend multiple colors together, for a woven look, but that'll take more programming time. What are you into for décor?"
"Hmm." Jade rubbed her chin.
"Naughty kitty," said Amaliya from down the hall. "Mama is not happy at all."
Emily turned her head toward the new sound. "What theâ?"
"I'm not sure I want to know," said Jade. "But yet, I feel compelled to find out."
Emily nodded.
Another song started, with a dark and droning guitar intro, before erupting into a one-hundred eighty beats per minute drum part and something that alternated between screeching and angsty Japanese spoken word.
The two women turned and set off together, hands in the air and boots clicking in time with the beat as they bopped down the corridor.
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The aft corridor.
Jade and Emily had only made it two meters when Jade stopped to pluck a granola bar wrapper out of the air. She crumpled it in her hand.
"I think we might need an all-hands meeting on the importance of cleaning up after ourselves," said Jade. "Particularly in zero-G. One of these getting sucked into the air handling system could make a bad day for all of us."
Emily took a step forward and reached for a second wrapper.
Jade snatched a third wrapper from the air. She smoothed it out in her hands and flipped it right side up. "S'mores flavor," she said.
"Kitty!" Amaliya's voice echoed down the hall. "Very naughty."
Emily and Jade exchanged glances and continued down the corridor. They reached the doorway of the garden room. Jade peered inside. Several plants had been knocked over with clumps of loose soil strewn around the pots.
Reg, the small metallic harvester crab, was doing his best to put things back in order. Without magnetic boots, that effort consisted of holding a small dustpan in one pincer, a matching brush in the other, and wrapping his two back legs around the supports on a nearby shelving unit to anchor himself.
Behind him floated another granola bar wrapper. There was no sign of anyone else.
"Next on the list," said Jade. "Mag boots for Reg."
Emily nodded.
"Reginald me boy," said Jade, stooping to pick up a pot of bean sprouts, while coaxing the loose soil back in the pot, "don't worry. We'll find the scurvy knaves responsible for this mess and keel haul the lot of 'em."
"Kitty, no" said Amaliya.
"Kitty, please," said LĂșcia from down the hall, "you have to do what mama says."
Jade stood up. She and Emily locked eyes for a second.
"I don't think we'll have to look far," said Emily.