Reeon woke up in the morning to noises echoing through the ship, groggy, stumbled out the bedroom to see many aliens and pieces of the ship scattered about, just in nothing but boxers.
"Good morning," two of them greeted him.
He gave a noncommittal wave.
"Hope you don't mind, but we made something similar to what you humans call coffee. You can have some, if you like," said a female.
He looked at her light gray muscular body, four arms, face that was mostly mouth. What looked like more than a pair of breast, and what looked like a bulge in her pants. He couldn't look away, and found her oddly sexy. She noticed.
"I might break you."
"Might be worth it--I'm sorry."
She glared up at him and snorted. "You don't know what I am, do you?"
"I was... somewhat sheltered."
"I'm guessing sex is on your mind?"
"Sorry."
"I
might
think about it... it's been a while since I've mated. Understand that my species is a bit rough, and probably not what you're expecting."
His eyes went wide, all of this was a surprise. "I'm... going to take a shower, and try some of that... coffee stuff." He pointed.
"I would give it some thought if I were you. We'll talk later."
"Umm... you speak and understand English really well, by the way."
"Galactic Basic? Once you humans found space travel, spread all over the place... it's not as impressive as you think. Some languages are so complex, that Basic is
really
easy... rudimentary."
"That sounds like us," he said with a light chuckle.
"What's really impressive is when a human learns languages they can speak."
"I suppose I should try and learn those things, if I'm gonna be shipping all over."
"Don't try to impress me. We might see about that later, if I give you the offer, and you take it." She walked away.
Reeon walked to the bathroom and passed Jazzibelle charging. He hoped there was even water to use, started the shower and cheered when water started to spurt, pulse, and flow steady. It dawned on him that he had no wash cloth or towel. Jazzibelle opened her eyes once she couldn't ignore the noise, stopped charging and pulled her coveralls up. She opened the door and stepped out. She saw a lot of the interior opened up, sounds of tools, aliens working away. She walked and noticed he wasn't in his room, and asked one in their language, if he had seen Reeon. He said he never left the ship, and asked what color should the ship be painted.
Reeon didn't want to be seen naked, so he waited until there was a lull in noise, to make a run for it. Jazzibelle heard a door and footsteps, stepped into the hall to have him bump right into her, his feet slid on the metal floor when he tried to stop, and fell.
"Why are you running around naked?"
"I was in the shower and realized I didn't pack a towel."
She looked at his toned body, up and down, as he got up.
"Thanks for the assist," he grumbled.
"They wanted to know what color you wanted the ship," she asked, eyes still on his cock.
"Orange, I guess. If they don't have that; then I don't care... purple, like your hair, or something."
She watched him walk to his room. "Curse this programming... and him for actually being attractive."
"Let me know if that car things ready, too!"
"I suppose he's not too bad, if you're into that kinda thing," that female alien said as she came out of the kitchen with a cup.
"I've been offline for way too long. There's nothing special about him."
"There's not?" She pointed at her crotch.
"Like I said... it's been cycles, and that's just faulty programming from a... nonstandard part replacement."
She cackled. "Ah. You probably just need to get it out of your system. Been a while for me, too."
Jazzibelle just nodded.
"Better finish up lunch, and get back at it," she said with a sigh.
"Oh... he said he wanted orange paint, or purple, if you don't have it."
"I'll relay that. You know... it's kinda funny that he has you, and tried to hit on me, of all things here."
"He's an idiot."
She cackled again, as she walked away. Reeon stepped out of his room in dark jeans, a long sleeved white t-shirt, and black vest.
"Does this say space captain?"
She looked, the t-shirt was tight on him and she could see his shape.
"Well?"
"They wear whatever. That looks like you're going to be hot and sweaty."
"You're one to talk."
"I don't sweat."
"No, but you will get hot."
"I'll be fine. I don't know why you're worried about my attire."
"I don't know why you want that thing so much, knowing it was Winston's, and you hate him."
"You're right," she said, thoughtfully. "You're getting me clothes."
They made their way through the mess and outside, found the exterior in process of being stripped, panels removed with cannons ready to mount.
Jazzibelle tried to process what she heard; Reeon hit on a Pherixian. There was a possibility he had no clue what he was flirting with, that he did, and he'd rather sleep with anything with a pulse, than her, or that very thing, despite not knowing what he was trying to get into. Because she knows about them, and how their race has mutual penetration.
"So there you two are! I was just coming to talk to you," G greeted.
"G, morning," Reeon greeted.
"I never introduced myself to you, young lady." He gave his real name. "Most people just call me, G."
"I'm Jazzibelle, his partner."
"At least you did something right," he said with a laugh. "A gorgeous droid to help you out. So here we have two front facing charged particle cannons, and two point defense, rapid fire, triple barrel ionized plasma auto cannons. The auto cannons can be manual controlled."
"Sounds good, like great power," Reeon stated.
"Yeah, well... don't go picking any fights with warships. They'll rip you to pieces before you make too many dents."
"It'll be a good job, right?"
"Of Course! It's just another part of the salvage business." G stepped closer to him. "Besides... didn't you say something about a job? I guess you could say these additions were paid for, and since I got to save money, and my usual guy has...
retired
... I've got a shipment for you, until I find a new guy. Pays pretty good, too."
"I could use the cred."
"Great! It'll give you time to test the weapons system, too! Good thing you have her to translate." He walked away.
"Test the weapons? Aww yeah!"
"Wait, don't tell me you're broke," Jazzibelle whispered in his ear.
"Would I be planning a shopping trip, if I were broke?"
"You said you needed cred."
"Two things can be true. I still have a decent sum left. Ever heard the old adage; if you want to make a million dollars, you gotta start with two? That's what I started with. It's true I dunno shit about spaceships like that, but I know they're expensive. I talked Winston in to a deal with a fourth of that, and a car, and got lucky with you and the ship. I probably still got stuff to pay for, and I don't wanna operate at a loss."
"So you are shady?"
"Kinda, I guess. I'm gonna walk around some."
"I guess things won't be that boring with him after all," she muttered.
--
After a while of meandering about, and watching them install equipment, the two realized G was more than just on the outskirts. They were in the ship and watched the workers inside.
"Excuse me... uhh... miss?" Reeon caught the attention of the woman he talked to earlier.