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Xalia laughed musically and sank back into her ultra-comfortable padded command chair; her restricting rubber outfit squeaked almost inaudibly as she did so. Xalia’s father didn’t know about this unprovoked attack on Earth, but she felt sure that when she brought back the planet’s unconditional surrender, he would realize that his youngest daughter was the child most fit to rule.
It was almost too easy; why should they need an army when just one Imperial cruiser was sufficient to conquer the humans? Not that Xalia knew how to operate the ship, always having been more interested in the latest fashions and beauty treatments to bother with learning anything remotely technical. That was what HB-7 was for.
Heebie was an all-purpose ship drone, a machine capable of taking even the most clueless commands and translating them into ship processes. The squat, dustbin-shaped robot sat quiescent next to Xalia’s chair, humming quietly for the moment.
‘I think that went rather well, don’t you?’ Xalia said to it, patting its chrome shell with one slim, expensively manicured hand. Her long nails glittered with an ever-changing array of colours.
‘Further orders?’ the drone enquired.
‘Mmm… not for the moment. I promised them two hours, and two hours they shall have. I want them to hand over the planet to me with the correct amount of ceremony.’ Xalia laughed again and ran a hand down her wonderfully voluptuous body, feeling the warmth of her fingers through the tactile material of her suit. She toyed with the jewel-encrusted belt around her slender waist before running a finger idly around the top of one of her high-heeled thigh boots.
Yes, everything was going according to plan. In fact, this trip was almost like a holiday of sorts; she had grown tired of the Imperial Palace back on Jasharii. To emphasize the point, she reached out and plucked the glowing blue cocktail from the console in front of her, placed the metallic straw between her soft, full lips and took a sip. Bliss.
Returning the glass to the console, she lay further back in her chair and stretched her long, shapely legs out in front of her, propping her high heels up on the console. One of her boots knocked the glass and before she could react, the drink plunged off the side and shattered atop Heebie’s shell, the blue liquid soaking into its access points.
The little drone made an ominous hissing sound, and then a brief corona of sparks emerged, a cloud of smoke momentarily filling the air. Xalia frantically waved a hand over the robot; if it was damaged, she might not be able to launch the attack on Earth.
‘Heebie?’ she queried as the drone shook and then turned towards her. ‘Are you functional?’

To be continued...

Description

Xalia laughed musically and sank back into her ultra-comfortable padded command chair; her restricting rubber outfit squeaked almost inaudibly as she did so. Xalia’s father didn’t know about this unprovoked attack on Earth, but she felt sure that when she brought back the planet’s unconditional surrender, he would realize that his youngest daughter was the child most fit to rule.
It was almost too easy; why should they need an army when just one Imperial cruiser was sufficient to conquer the humans? Not that Xalia knew how to operate the ship, always having been more interested in the latest fashions and beauty treatments to bother with learning anything remotely technical. That was what HB-7 was for.
Heebie was an all-purpose ship drone, a machine capable of taking even the most clueless commands and translating them into ship processes. The squat, dustbin-shaped robot sat quiescent next to Xalia’s chair, humming quietly for the moment.
‘I think that went rather well, don’t you?’ Xalia said to it, patting its chrome shell with one slim, expensively manicured hand. Her long nails glittered with an ever-changing array of colours.
‘Further orders?’ the drone enquired.
‘Mmm… not for the moment. I promised them two hours, and two hours they shall have. I want them to hand over the planet to me with the correct amount of ceremony.’ Xalia laughed again and ran a hand down her wonderfully voluptuous body, feeling the warmth of her fingers through the tactile material of her suit. She toyed with the jewel-encrusted belt around her slender waist before running a finger idly around the top of one of her high-heeled thigh boots.
Yes, everything was going according to plan. In fact, this trip was almost like a holiday of sorts; she had grown tired of the Imperial Palace back on Jasharii. To emphasize the point, she reached out and plucked the glowing blue cocktail from the console in front of her, placed the metallic straw between her soft, full lips and took a sip. Bliss.
Returning the glass to the console, she lay further back in her chair and stretched her long, shapely legs out in front of her, propping her high heels up on the console. One of her boots knocked the glass and before she could react, the drink plunged off the side and shattered atop Heebie’s shell, the blue liquid soaking into its access points.
The little drone made an ominous hissing sound, and then a brief corona of sparks emerged, a cloud of smoke momentarily filling the air. Xalia frantically waved a hand over the robot; if it was damaged, she might not be able to launch the attack on Earth.
‘Heebie?’ she queried as the drone shook and then turned towards her. ‘Are you functional?’

To be continued...