... My palms squeezed the armrests of the chair tightly ... there are already battles going on somewhere ... and without my participation? Oh-oh-oh! Surely, Miru on the coolest fighter is already igniting a fierce firefight in outer space! And here I am languidly cooling off in a jacuzzi on a luxury board, where in fact I serve, but as if at a resort! Damn it! I will immediately burst into a furious battle, just give the order! Terrible envy tore my soul, thirsty for adventure on the brink of death! I had become too soft in the comfort of the lounge!
... Louis noticed how I was overwhelmed by emotions from his information ... and ironically twisted the corner of his mouth ...
- As much as I wouldn't like you participate in the battles, although Luxares is equipped with powerful protection, there is still a considerable risk to be perished , because the enemy's weapons have not yet been fully studied ...
- What new information is known about them? - my breath caught in excitement. — Actually, little is known and that is based on psychic research… details are classified for now… in general: they are humanoids and they are quite ruthless, they do not negotiate and seek to cleanse everything that comes their way… their sorties are sudden, destructive in the blink of an eye and most of the ships simply fall apart from interaction with them… few survive…
… Horror pierced my soul… Miru and Akhala… where are they now? I looked down at the floor, realizing what the Coalition still has to endure… if such an enemy can be defeated at all.
— Taen, are you scared? Worried about your friends? Miru is still alive, don't worry!
— How do you know?
— What's surprising about that, my dear? — Louis smiled mysteriously, playfully tapping his long, graceful fingers in front of his face. — I'm an HR specialist and I know even about the personal life of any employee of the Coalition fleet…
— So there are thousands of employees? How can you remember everyone?
— So what? My abilities are above average... so to speak!
… It sounded immodest and I was filled with warm respect for him... wincing, however, at the obscene memories of leisure time with him that flashed through my mind.
— Then you probably know something about Akhala, psychic?
— Oh... — he feigned surprise. — You were charmed by her? But you didn't have anything, I suppose... You couldn't seduce her... she's a tough nut to crack! Such a strange one! She lives in such illusions about personal relationships... I think she'll have to part with such behavior in our society... there was an omission somewhere...
Louis bit his lip slightly in annoyance:
— ... but not from my part! I always work out the personnel very carefully! You know how meticulous I am! — his fingertips nervously tapped against each other.
… Oh my God! He knows such details about us? From where? Was our old starship stuffed with cameras? I couldn't even imagine that! And … Luxares too? There are mirrors everywhere! Do they see everything we do? What bastards! Although... maybe I'm exaggerating? They can't be such perverts? Who knows? How can I check it?
And what's more, they continue to educate Akhala ... so to speak, improve her for the common good? Ugh, shit! But still, I feel better... she's alive, everything is not so bad...
- She's fine... she works at the same underground base where you were separated, but you understand, it's safer for her there, the enemy destroys such persons ... How they find them is a mystery to the Coalition... She'll have to stay there for a long time until we can ensure her complete safety.
- And what is she doing there?
- She's working! - Louis threw his head back dreamily. - And very good! Everyone is happy!
— And especially, General Darto... I suppose!
— Don't be jealous, my dear! Akhala is doing her duty as expected... But don't be so upset... Taen! You'll soon meet the desired Dale and... actually, you have nothing to complain about... after all, my concern is so obvious!
He stared meaningfully into my eyes, as if emphasizing what a darling of fate I am and how lucky I am.
— And I am very grateful to you, Louis...
— Then... Kiss you... — he smacked his lips into the air and disappeared from the screen, leaving me in long thoughts.
... Just in case, I whispered to several employees that the ship is stuffed with cameras, so that they don't get too carried away with intimate pleasures...
— Oh-oh-oh! — Dylan clasped his hands emotionally, his eyes sparkling. — And I don't really care about that, Commander! Let it be so! You know, in my culture, all this is not at all an intimate matter, but a very public one! On the contrary, it's like showing off your best side… what a strong man you are… and something to be proud of!
- Oh… I've heard about it already… you don't have to share your experience anymore, - I grimaced, vividly imagining some kind of unflattering public performance, where people are not embarrassed by their natural needs and express them openly in front of everyone who sees.
What kind of people are these Pretorians! I was afraid to the point of painful goosebumps on my ass that I, as an honored guest, would be dragged to such an action with personal participation. To hell with it! I began to seriously think about what excuses to come up with so that Dylan would not invite me to one of the parties... and we became friends so quickly... although I can't say that he is my soul mate, he is too lustful, and for everything that moves, beautiful and desirable;... we did something together with dollies, awesome in sensations, and I was very embarrassed to remember these quirks, and the pilot really did not understand my embarrassment, shrugging his shoulders.
- Ore, ore, ore! - Dylan exclaimed, digging his fingers into his thick hair. - Don't worry, everything will be fine, considering how I managed to smelt a piece of gold from the samples I received... The geologists were very generous for something... - this spoiled curly creature winked at me slyly. - I'm looking forward to how we'll light up one of those parties... you're such a cool blonde! I'll invite some gorgeous girls, they'll polish you off very professionally!
... Fuck! I'm a blonde! I forgot that dark-haired people are into that... They'll just tear me to pieces in public, under the glitter of gilded ornaments of the lush interior at the local orgy... What a nightmare! I also grabbed my head, but not from delight, but from despair! I shouldn't have gotten too close to the Pretorian!
- Commander, - paramedic Eroh patted me on the shoulder comfortingly, noticing my awkwardness. - I am very glad to get to know a foreign culture up close... I really need to get such impressions... I... I really want to participate, if Dylan invites me... and by the way, I am also a blonde!
- So be it... - the pilot burst out laughing. - I hope your exotic appearance will be to the taste of our courtesans, who knows?