"Captain, we are nearing our destination." Hex announced through the ship's intercom.
Laying on the large bed in his personal quarters, Dorian was surrounded by several sleeping Salak females. Completely nude, their pregnant bellies were on full display.
It had been nearly a month since the mass breeding at Fort Acali. He had loaded everyone into The Chimera the following morning. Just as he had promised, he was going to help them escape to a new homeworld.
The group of males that had attacked him had been left behind, remaining imprisoned in Acali. They'd spend the rest of their long lives knowing that they had lost both their freedom, and their women.
Though the actual journey to the planet was rather quick, the act of locating a suitable world was what took the longest. In that time he had finished impregnating any Salak female who had missed out on the first night, before he proceeded to sleep with the rest of them once again. The time also allowed him to finalize the sale of Hehra and her crew. He had kept them imprisoned, teased and tormented by Hex. Though he would never forgive them for what they had done to him, it was time to send them to their new lives as slaves.
"Alright Hex, we're coming." Dorian replied, both of his hands resting on two separate babybumps. To touch a belly and know that his child was growing inside...filled him with more lust than anything in the galaxy. To have multiple pregnant women next to him? His cock had remained hard the entire month.
He reluctantly got up and dressed himself in his typical black jumpsuit before escorting the women out of the room. They all traveled to the main hanger, where they were joined by the several dozen other pregnant females and castrated males. The room was overcrowded with members of the blue skinned Salaks, though Dorian pushed his way through until he found Bahera.
With a pregnant belly of her own, the Salak representative granted him a quick kiss. "Dorian...I can't believe you upheld your end of the deal."
He placed his hand on her stomach, feeling their child inside. "I had enough motivation, to say the least." Dorian replied with a grin.
"I will never be able to repay you for all you've done for my people." Bahera said, before her expression morphed into one of guilt. "I..I'm sorry that Ozken tried to kill you. I thought that I could trust him...though obviously not."
"Will you miss him?" He asked, thinking back to the brutal fight.
Bahera took a moment before answering. "After what he did...I don't think I will..." She said, before placing her own hand on her stomach with a slight smile. "Though he also couldn't give me what I wanted the most..."
His arousal flared, though he kept himself under control. With a glance through the gaping hander doorway, he gazed at the beautiful purple planet below. "Are you certain that this is a suitable world for your people?"
She gave a nod in response. "We'll make it our home, and rebuild our species. Salaks will persist in this unforgiving galaxy, I assure you. Oh, and before I forget..." she started, before snapping her fingers at a nearby male. He approached them, holding out the data chip in his cupped hands.
Dorian looked down at the chip, gently taking it from the blue hands of the Salak. He examined it, careful not to damage the detained circuitry. "I've waited quite a while for this, thank you."
The attractive female grinned kindly, before her expression seemed to darken. "Dorian...is this the path you're determined to take?"
The question surprised him, though he nodded. "These data chips are the last objects that my father left for me. It'd be insane to just ignore them."
His answer seemed to worry Bahera, though she remained silent.
The large group of people began to board the shuttles that would deliver them to their new homeworld. "I guess we're out of time. Just...be safe Bahera, and good luck." He said, looking into her pretty alien eyes.
With a somber look, she gave him a final hug. When they separated, she opened her mouth to say something, though seemed to decide against it. Instead, her next words were cloaked in vagueness. "Remain cautious on your journey Dorian. Your father isn't exactly what he appears to be."
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, an uneasy feeling seeping into him.
She gave him a quick kiss, before stepping up the stairs of the shuttle and looking back at him. "He's not a good person, if you can even call him a person."
"What're you talking about?" Dorian responded, though she had already disappeared into the shuttle. Dozens followed her in, crowding the small entrance.
He bit his lip in frustration, though made no move to stop the boarding. Such a small comment, yet it filled him with unending questions. Hex had warned of Salaks' manipulative nature, though was Bahera's statement a mere deception? Or did she have a genuine reason to fear Drukalmund? There was no way to be entirely certain.
***
A bolt of electricity arched from Dorian's fingers, shattering the screen of a nearby monitor.
"Captain, I really wish you wouldn't practice in the command center." Hex said, sounding annoyed.
It had been two days since he had unloaded the remaining Salaks onto the planet. The datachip Bahera had given to Dorian had taught him how to unlock his control over electricity, giving him the ability to launch lightning from his hands.
"I know, I know." He replied dismissively, conjuring another small burst of lightning that crashed into the ceiling. "This is just really...well.."
"Dangerous?" She interjected.
"Satisfying!" He corrected, another bolt scarring the floor. "I wish I learned how to do this sooner!"
He continued to practice his new power, until a pinging noise rang out from The Chimera's radar.
Dorian looked down at the console in front of him. "Damn, there it is again!"
"Would you like to fire, captain?" Hex asked, sounding excited.
"Not yet, I want to see what it does first." He replied, watching the blip on the radar trail close behind the ship. They had been traveling back to Yarrin when he noticed it, a tiny object that seemed to follow wherever they went, trying to keep up. It was FAR too small to pose any threat to The Chimera, though it's behavior was certainly strange. The object was clearly attempting to close the distance between them, so Dorian slowed the ship slightly. Though he wouldn't allow it to get too close, he couldn't deny that he was intrigued.
When the object was within a mile of the ship, the lights flickered before the holocom was automatically activated without Dorian's permission, displaying a hologram that read 'Please Wait For A Message From Empress Zerith'.
"The hell...?" He asked, looking at the translucent letters projecting from the console.
Suddenly, the message disappeared, replaced with the flickering image of a woman. Though he had never actually met her, every Varian citizen was keenly familiar with the face that hovered in front of him: Empress Zerith.
"Greetings, traveler." The hologram of Zerith began. Even translucent, her beauty shone through. Though the hologram had a green tinge, the image of her soft pale skin and long black hair remained vivid in his mind. "Am I speaking to Captain Dorian of The Chimera?"
Letting a moment of surprised silence pass, he straightened up in his chair before choosing his words carefully. "Regarding..?"
"Just as polite as all the other mercenaries in this unruly galaxy." The hologram said before parting her delicate lips to give light chuckle, yet her eyes remained locked on him with an intense seriousness. "I'll take that as a yes. We've been searching for you for quite some time. Or, more accurately, I'VE been searching."
Dorian studied the Empress's expression carefully, unsure of her intentions. "Why would a woman of your position possibly be interested in someone like me?" He asked, thinking back on all of the possible crimes that he had undoubtedly committed during his travels.
"It's very simple, Captain. I have something that you want."
"With all due respect, I highly doubt that." Dorian replied, with only a hint of condescension. He had grown up in the heart of The Varian Empire. From an orphan to a crew member aboard an obscure cargo ship, a life of loyalty to the Varian throne had delivered him nothing except a mediocre life, and nearly a mediocre death. Whatever the Empress offered would certainly bring trouble.
A nearly undetectable smirk began to form on her lips. "Well that depends. Does the name Aya ring any bells?"
The mention of his daughter took him completely off guard, yet he retained his composure with clenched fists. "How do you know that name?"
"Oh? She didn't tell you?" The Empress asked, her soft voice drifting from the holoprogecter's speakers. "About two years ago we captured a sweet little beauty snooping into things that she shouldn't know. I'm sure you know that she escaped, though not before she spilled many interesting details about what you were up to. Don't feel bad though, as it took quite a bit of 'intimate' convincing to get her to betray her beloved daddy."
Dorian stood up in a rage, sending his chair toppling over behind him. "Watch your goddamn mouth!"
"Calm yourself, captain." The hologram said in a soothing voice. "She safely escaped, and I have no intention of pursuing her. I'm far more interested in what you've been up to. I'll admit that it took some effort to track you down, though it will certainly be worth it."
"Then this is about the Salaks?" He asked, remaining standing. Aya had provided him their location, and the prob would have undoubtedly witnessed where he dropped them off. "If you think you can recapture them, I can guarantee that I'll reach them first."
