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>>148896206
>None embody this more than Midnight Capt James Elliot.
>If the young imperium has made contact with an alien species, it is even vaguely humanoid, and it has fat deposits, it is said, he has had his way with its most beautiful women, by force or otherwise.
>It is an unspoken but widely known fact the Midnight Capt only ever engages in vaginal sex if the purpose is to engage in incest later, such as with his daughter Tessa, engaging in sodomy in all other occasions.
>He married a Venus model for a reason.
>"I followed the trail into the Deep Web, and it led me to security footage of a slaughter at the Elliot estate." Pixie's lip twitches.
A slaughter?
>You remain focused on the road ahead at all costs.
>The power games played by the upper class of Terra are Machiavellian, brutal, unyielding, and have no limits beyond not getting caught breaking those laws that are enforced in case law even for members of the upper class, so murder is unheard of.
>You can tell it's a literal slaughter and not a metaphorical slaughter from the tone of her voice.
>Serial Designation Ns are universally vile shitheels and bullies in the experience of your short life with the sole exception of this one, but they draw the line at killing unless they've been convinced it's in the name of freeing another.
>The adrenaline is wearing off.
>You focus on anything but the pain.
>You've never actually had a riding partner before.
>"Worker Drones with modifications to their bodies I've never seen before," she pauses.
>"Built in weaponry." She's getting weirdly quiet.
>"I need you to understand," she turns to stare at you out the corner of your optics, "I trust the Administrator with my life and soul. She is God in flesh and I am her witness. Okay?"
>You hesitate.
>This is completely unlike anything and everything you have ever known.
>Then again, this person literally just saved your life.
>You nod and focus on the motion over the pain in your arm.
Okay.
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>>148896206
>None embody this more than Midnight Capt James Elliot.
>If the young imperium has made contact with an alien species, it is even vaguely humanoid, and it has fat deposits, it is said, he has had his way with its most beautiful women, by force or otherwise.
>It is an unspoken but widely known fact the Midnight Capt only ever engages in vaginal sex if the purpose is to engage in incest later, such as with his daughter Tessa, engaging in sodomy in all other occasions.
>He married a Venus model for a reason.
>"I followed the trail into the Deep Web, and it led me to security footage of a slaughter at the Elliot estate." Pixie's lip twitches.
A slaughter?
>You remain focused on the road ahead at all costs.
>The power games played by the upper class of Terra are Machiavellian, brutal, unyielding, and have no limits beyond not getting caught breaking those laws that are enforced in case law even for members of the upper class, so murder is unheard of.
>You can tell it's a literal slaughter and not a metaphorical slaughter from the tone of her voice.
>Serial Designation Ns are universally vile shitheels and bullies in the experience of your short life with the sole exception of this one, but they draw the line at killing unless they've been convinced it's in the name of freeing another.
>The adrenaline is wearing off.
>You focus on anything but the pain.
>You've never actually had a riding partner before.
>"Worker Drones with modifications to their bodies I've never seen before," she pauses.
>"Built in weaponry." She's getting weirdly quiet.
>"I need you to understand," she turns to stare at you out the corner of your optics, "I trust the Administrator with my life and soul. She is God in flesh and I am her witness. Okay?"
>You hesitate.
>This is completely unlike anything and everything you have ever known.
>Then again, this person literally just saved your life.
>You nod and focus on the motion over the pain in your arm.
Okay.
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