Chapter 2 - Attack of the Sharks
This story contains graphic violence and rape. If you don't like that stuff feel free to not read it. Also feel free to leave a comment telling me how much you don't like rape. -Ax
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Sadie woke up to the sound of her TAB ringing loudly. She groaned and thumped the small device on the nightstand next to her bed making it stop. She had set her alarm for zero six hundred. They were launching off planet today, she had to make sure the Jaws was ready, she was the Captain after all.
The young woman slowly sat up and moaned as she rubbed her face. She was stark naked, she always slept in the nude. She felt like shit, that was nothing unusual. She got up from her bed and walked over to the ensuite and splashed some cold water on her face.
Sadie looked at herself in the mirror, her spiky mohawk had flattened out in her sleep. She had silver rings and studs all through her face. She also had a large dark bruise on the left side of her face, a badly swollen lip and a gash on her forehead. 'Fuck, I look like I feel.' she thought to herself.
This was the day she thought she wouldn't see. Yesterday she was in the hands of the enemy and was surprised when they chose not to kill her. A lot of pirates died yesterday, but she wasn't among them. She wasn't feeling too grateful for being spared either. Not if she had to keep going on feeling like this every day.
Around four and a half months she had stayed clean, and for the same amount of time she was the captain of the Jaws. Was it worth it? She wasn't sure of anything anymore. At least she didn't have to bend over or get on her knees for some ape whenever he felt the urge to stick his cock into her. It was probably worth holding onto her captaincy while she could.
Sadie spiked her mohawk up again and got dressed in her purple top, black leather pants and boots. She got into her black jacket, which was the unofficial uniform of the Pirate Alliance, and left the captains' quarters.
She entered the large bridge of the Jaws III. Three new crew members in their black jackets were standing around talking to each other. Their abrupt silence as she entered gave away that she was probably the topic of conversation, as well as the cold gaze each of them gave her.
One of them, a sandy brown haired man in his mid twenties nodded her way, "Mornin' Captain."
Sadie approached them, "Morning... Embley is it?"
He nodded and gave her a condescending smile. "Yes Ma'am."
Sadie coldly looked each of them over, there was also Rickson and Laars, recently transferred over from other Steel Shark ships. "Is there anything you new guys want to say to me? Anything you want to ask?"
There was a brief silence and then Embley spoke up, "Yeah, I was just wondering how many crew members have died under your command."
"A fair question. Eight, all up."
"And I heard even the mighty Tank has been shot up pretty bad. Not bad for a few months on the job. And now we've got the privilege of serving under you. Lucky us!"
Sadie was getting annoyed, she wasn't in the mood for putting up with this shit. "In case you haven't noticed Dickhead, we're at war. We're not one of those Pirate ships that just fuck around harassing little fish traders. Skylar has us doing the important shit. If you want to be a little pussy about it, you can just fuck off."
"Hey, I got no problem with high risk. As long as there's high reward to go with it. If I'm risking my neck for nothing, then you can just go get fucked."
"Don't worry about that, Skylar rewards those who serve her well, and the PA will soon be overflowing with the spoils of war. She's not so nice with those who fail her, so I'd just concentrate on not fucking up if I were you."
Embley nodded, "Fair enough. I know we'll be running important missions and shit like that, but will we be getting some pussy out there? I'm a hot-blooded man with needs. Perhaps you could take care of them personally Captain?" he looked at Sadie with a wide grin.
Sadie smiled back, "Sure, I'll cut your balls off, that should take care of your urges. Now get to work Assholes. We're launching in three hours and I don't want you standing around gossiping like a bunch of bitches. Any crewmen not pulling their weight, I consider more expendable than the rest." The three of them quickly dispersed. "Hey, Embley wait!"
The man turned and looked at her coldly, "Yes Captain?"
"Get me a cup of coffee. Black with four sugars, and no loogies." He looked annoyed, but slowly turned and went off to get it.
She had another new crew member assigned to her ship as well; Dr Morgan. Despite his grumpy and sarcastic demeanour, she thought he was allright, and from what she heard about him, he was a good doctor. Though she got the impression he didn't want to be there. It was Skylars' choice, not hers.
Sadie inspected the bridge briefly, and then Duff entered, wiping his oily hands on a rag, he had probably just came from the engine room. The ugly, bald-headed, overweight man knew the Jaws better than anyone, he had served as chief engineer for years under Captain Naeme, and for Captain Veach before that.
"Morning Duff." said Sadie.
"Captain." said the middle aged man nodding to her.
"So is she spaceworthy?"
"Will be. She didn't take any damage in yesterdays' battle, the shields held out. Just been havin' the same old compatibility problems with the Alien tech upgrades. Gunna do my fuckin' head in tryin' to figure that Alien shit out."
"Just keep her flying, that's all I ask."
"Yeah, it'll fuckin' fly, until the day that it doesn't."
Embley returned with Sadies' coffee. She smiled at him as she took the hot mug from him, "Thank you crewman."
"Hey, I wouldn't mind one of those too." said Duff.
"Go get a coffee for the Chief Engineer." ordered Sadie. Embley let out a loud sigh and shuffled off, swearing under his breath. She didn't have a fan there, fuck him.
Soon Sadie exited the ship, stepping down the stairs and into the huge hangar. Several other Pirate ships were docked there and there was a fair bit of activity going on around her. She sipped her coffee as she walked around, inspecting the grey and black hull of her large Sonycorp gunship.
At the back of the Jaws III, one of her crewmen was piloting a loader. The hovering craft was picking up large crates and carrying them up the ramp, into the ships' cargo hold. Tank was there as well. Her huge first mate was picking up the heavy crates and carrying them into the cargo hold.
Sadie walked up to him as he was coming back down the ramp. He smiled down at her, "Mornin' Captain."
"Morning Tank. Didn't the doctor say you were supposed to be taking it easy?"
"Nah, I feel fine. I'm ready to get stuck into this war. I'm sure it'll be lots of fun."
"So your new legs are working out for you then?"
He knocked his huge legs under his black pants and there was a metallic clang. "They're doin' what they're supposed to."
"Now he's a fuckin' cyborg as well." said the crewman as he drove the loader past them.
Sadie smiled. Of all her crew, Tank was the only one whose' loyalty she fully trusted. And that was enough. Tank was worth a hundred of all her other crew members. All the other Pirates feared and respected him, ...well, the smart ones did.
"You look pretty beat up Cap. How you feelin'?"
"Alive."
"Yeah, I'm glad. If I was there, they'd still be cleaning bits of clone out of my boots. Fuckin' Resistance Cunts!"
