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Zink

Captain Myra Zink's two hundred and sixty pounds of soft flesh was seated at the bridge of her ship, The Platinum Princess. The Platinum Princess was the star ship equivalent of Myra herself. Huge, stylish, and gifted at making money.

Captain Zink had made her first fortune selling big and beautiful sex tapes, which she then leveraged to purchase her commission in the interstellar Navy. Despite Myra's non-traditional background, she had rapidly risen through the ranks and for the past five years served as the ranking officer on a six hundred person capacity military frigate.

Myra's attention was focused on the video feed from the flight deck. The feed was being streamed via her pay per view channel, and already had over one million buys. It was hard to believe that the simple docking was nearly had as many buys as the last firefight, but it wasn't every day an actual Earth vessel docked with a star ship.

Camera two was trained on Officer Clarissa Glass. While Glass was undoubtedly the most capable warrior aboard the starship, she had been chosen for this mission based primarily on her looks. Glass had Aurellian blood and thus was exceptionally beautiful. Camera two was on a tracking wire from above, offering a top down view centered on Clarissa's cleavage and her big blonde wig.

"Get a shot of her ass."

"Roger Ma'am."

Camera two panned downwards, offering an over the shoulder view of Clarissa as she approached the airlock. There was a soft snick as the small life support vessel kissed the dock.

Clarissa glanced over her shoulder and smiled, flashing her perfectly even white teeth. She was fully aware of the camera following her.

"Fuck that girl is money," Myra purred. Aged forty one years old Myra was still holding steady on her looks, but her face was beginning to resemble that of a wax figurine. Instead of the platinum princess some of the crew had taken to calling her the plastic princess behind her back. But Myra hadn't progressed as far as she had by worrying about what the little people thought.

Myra reached into the box of chocolates by the Captain's chair. Purchasing the rights to the Earth ship has been expensive, but she had already made that money back and more in pay per view buys. Whatever she could make on top of it was pure profit.

"Camera three..."

Camera three's video went live. It was mounted on the outside of the ship and offered a suitably dramatic view of stars sprinkled across the dark of deep space as the air lock engaged.

"Music.."

The opening riffs to Journey's Wheel in the Sky played in the background. Zink thought that an Earthen tune was appropriate for the docking. Earthlings were backwards in most respects, but were surprisingly gifted at making music.

Myra crossed her fingers and whispered to herself. "Please no DOA... Please no DOA..."

A Dead On Arrival could provide a spike in pay per view, but eliminated the possibility of further profits. Ever since the collapse of the Gamma worm hole travel to Earth had been costly and treacherous. Instead of using Gamma travelers were required to travel at light speed and had to be put in cyrogenic sleep to survive the journey. Fifty years of real time passed during the two years of light speed travel.

That meant shuttle's sole occupant had departed from Earth before Myra was born.

Glass

As incredibly vain as she was exceedingly beautiful, Clarissa Glass relished being on camera. While many favored Captain Zink's chunky figure, Clarissa's traditional looks were less polarizing and appealed to a more mainstream audience.

It was annoying that so much attention was being paid to the arrival of a weak minded Earthling, but as long as Clarissa had a slice of that attention she was happy to play her part.

Clarissa brushed her thick blonde bangs out of her eyes and peered through the peep hole, checking that the airlock was clear. She examined the instrument panel as if she knew what the complicated readouts meant, although she had no clue how any of the gadgets worked. She rubbed her chin introspectively as the recording light faded and the pay per view cut to commercial break.

"Glass that was fucking awesome," Zink's voice chirped in the earpiece hidden under a flap of Clarissa's blonde wig.

"I know right," Clarissa beamed up at the camera.

"You are a freaking goddess."

Clarissa knew that Zink was stroking her, but she loved it nonetheless. It made working for the fat ass corporate world bimbo nearly tolerable.

"OK... We are going back live. Ten... Nine... Eight..."

Clarissa regained her serious expression as the red recording lights blinked. She had been in enough pay per views to have an instinctive knowledge of where the cameras were focused. She gave her blonde hair a careful flick as the air lock eased open...

Long

Carson Long...
Galactic Ranger...
Planet Earth...

Even after two years of cyrogenic sleep his training kicked in. Carson' legs were numb and his vision was blurry, but he could recite his vitals with no thought at all.

Carson blinked as the angel materialized into view. Well she was blonder than an angel. She actually looked more like a Barbie doll...

Carson barked:

Carson Long!
Galactic Ranger!
Planet Earth!

"Shut it Boot!" the barbie doll snapped, raising an eyebrow. "I know who you are, and I don't care. If you want to live for more than five minutes on the frontier you will do everything that I say."

"Roger Sir!" Carson croaked.

The barbie doll leaned forward, her nose nearly touching his, and smiled a crooked smile. "Do I look like a SIR to you?"

Carson glanced at Barbie's breasts. "No Ma'am!"

"What the hell are you looking at Boot! Are you staring at my tits?"

"No Ma'am!" Carson shouted as he reluctantly diverted his gaze from Barbie's tits.

"Jesus H. Christ! I knew Earth was backwards, but you act like you've never seen a God Damn female before," she growled. "Chavez!"

A portly brown skinned soldier scurried over. He was dressed in the same uniform as Barbie. Carson recognized the uniform of the Sixth Naval Fleet from his training.

"Yes Ma'am," Chavez replied, snapping a smart salute.

"Get this sorry ass excuse of a boot out of my sight."

Zink

Myra grinned. The pay per view spiked at 1.1 million views. Glass' performance was commendable. Sure the lieutenant was a complete bitch, but her firefights had been broadcast so many times Clarissa's bitchiness was even less of a secret that the outlandish blonde wigs she wore. Beautiful and tough she made a great anti-hero.

Under different circumstances Clarissa Glass was the kind of woman that Myra despised, but as long as she helped fill Myra's vast coffers Myra wasn't going to complain.

Myra popped one last chocolate into her mouth. The Earthling had appeared dumbstruck but otherwise healthy, and he was handsome. He had potential. But she would let him get settled in first. Myra already had a diva on her hands with Glass. She didn't need another huge ego on the ship.

Myra stood, her tight uniform trousers nearly splitting with the effort. It was time to record a short pay per view wrap up from the bridge that would be piped to the corporate world viewing region. Corporate world viewers hated skinny bitches like Glass, so Zink would treat them to a glimpse of her own plump pulchritude. That guaranteed at least a hundred thousand more buys.

"Camera four..."

Zink flashed her perfect white veneers at the camera.

"That was something, wasn't it? The first Earthling to arrive in this part of the galaxy in a decade, and I am humbled to welcome him aboard The Platinum Princess..."

Long

Carson stumbled, and Chavez caught his arm. Chavez didn't look much like a soldier. He stood about five foot six and was at least sixty pounds overweight.

"Easy there bro," Chavez said. "You've come a long way. We don't get many from Earth out here. How far was it, like twelve Parsecs? That's a frequent flyer mile or two."

Carson nodded his head. He was still groggy.

"The names Karate Chavez. Just call me Karate."

"All right."

"Don't worry about Lieutenant Glass. She's wound pretty tight. The ship is pretty chill otherwise."

As Karate talked they moved through the docking station into a cavernous hangar. There were other people entering the ship, some in military uniforms, but many wearing civilian clothes.

Carson beckoned at the later. "Who are they?"

"Space tourists."

Space tourists?"

Karate shook his head. "You boots are all the same. Full of questions. Captain Zink's with Corporate Worlds. They run everything now. She takes tourists with us on our runs in order to make a few extra bucks."

Carson had graduated from West Point at the top of his class, and he had then suffered through four years of rigorous Galactic Ranger training before being selected for the journey to the star fleet. He hadn't prepared to travel on a ship with a bunch of tourists.

He followed Chavez onto an elevator. Carson warily stared at a man in chinos and a woman in a sun dress. A small girl who looked about five years old stood in between them, sucking on a lollipop. The girl menacingly returned his stare. Soft music tinkled in the background as the elevator crept upwards.

After thirty seconds of uncomfortable silence the elevator lurched to a stop.

"This is our floor," Karate stated, ushering Carson towards the door.

"Enjoy your stay at Sixth Navy Tours," Karate chirped over his shoulder, smiling warmly at the family as he exited the elevator.

As the doors hushed shut he whispered to Carson, "Captain Zink says we need to be accommodating to our guests. They tip much better if we are hospitable."

Carson nodded. He found himself nodding a lot, as he didn't understand much of what was going on.

"I think a few of the other squad members want to meet you. A pretty good bunch if I say so myself."

Carson followed Karate down a corridor. His boots clumped softly on the thick pile rug. The walls were tastefully decorated with oil paintings and Victorian style light fixtures. It reminded Carson more of a high end hotel than a military space ship.

Karate shrugged his shoulders as he noticed Carson's wandering gaze. "Zink likes to keep things classy. I told ya, the Sixth isn't a bad place. But you have to cool it with the Galactic Ranger stuff. If you are too hard core, you won't last long around here. You'll end up cannon fodder."

Karate patted his thick belly. "I prefer to be far behind the front line. REFLF – rear echelon for life, fuckers! Hell, I'm surprised they don't issue you Galactic Rangers a toe tag on arrival, as long as you guys typically last. But stick with me and you'll be safe."

Karate opened the door into a lounge area. "This is one of our hang outs."

The area was a well appointed recreation area done in a modern style, with comfortable leather sofas and chairs, glass tables, and a large TV that took up an entire wall. Sitting on one of the sofas was a small man whose face had sharp angular features as if cut by a chisel. Next to him slouched another man with thick bushy hair and glasses. Finally an attractive brunette sat by herself on a white leather bean bag.

"Everyone this is Carson Long, Earthling."

Karate then nodded to each of the people in succession. "Carson, meet some members of fourth squad - Roach, Toolbag, and Jupiter."

Carson smiled politely, but he was unable to withdraw his gaze from the brunette.

"Pleased to meet you all."

"Been a long time since I've seen an Earthling," Roach said. "Is it really as primitive as they say?"

"What did you think of Lieutenant Glass? Did you give her the double salute?" Toolbag waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ummm..."

"Don't be shy. She has Aurellian blood. It has more of an effect on the primitives. You haven't built up a tolerance to it. I'm a Zink fan myself. Chubby is the new skinny."

"Shut up perv," Jupiter snapped, flicking her brunette hair out of her eyes.

"What's an Aurellian?"

Roach and Toolbag glanced at each other. "Space sluts. The result of genetic experimentation on the planet Auerillia years ago. Their DNA was customized for the sex trade. They weren't supposed to be able to reproduce, but a few had mutations, and voila!"

"You have a lot to learn boot," Karate said wisely. "Aurellians are rare, but we do have a few on the ship. Due to the genetic engineering anyone with Aurellian blood will only give birth to females, so Aurellians are always female. They have a pleasing appearance and heightened endorphins. They can even make slight changes to their skin tone to suit different tastes. But there's one sure fire way to tell if someone has Aurellian blood..."

Carson didn't bother replying, as it was a forgone conclusion Karate was going to tell him. But he didn't mind. Despite all his training he felt woefully unprepared.

Karate ran his hands through his short cropped black hair. "Bald as an egg. They were genetically engineered to have no hair so they could wear different wigs depending on their client's tastes. The L.T. is as bald as as the day she was born underneath that blonde wig of hers."

"So if you see a total hottie there's a chance she is an Aurellian," Toolbag motioned towards the brunette. "But it can be hard to tell if she's wearing a good wig. Isn't that right Jupiter?'

Jupiter didn't answer and instead glared angrily at Toolbag.

Carson snuck a sideways glance at Jupiter as he felt himself stiffen down below. After two years of suspended animation Lieutenant Glass and Jupiter had both proven that that his most critical appendage was in good working order. Was Toolbag implying that Jupiter was an Aurellian? Did she wear a wig? Even if Jupiter's hair was a wig she was still sexy.

The conversation was interrupted by sudden motion and Carson' stomach lurched upwards.

"Lift off", Karate commented.

It was followed by the sound of explosions. Carson jumped to his feet.

"What kind of lift off was that? It sounds like the ship is coming apart at the seams!"

"The Captain's bombing the star port," Jupiter commented, a bored look on her pretty face.

"You mean the star port we just left?"

"Standard procedure," Karate replied. "You see Zink negotiated a contract that gives her a bonus for bombing Star Ports. But the suits forgot to specify that it must be an enemy Star Port so she bombs friendlies too. The porky princess sure knows how to make a buck." Karate shook his head in mock bewilderment. "That's what happens when Corporate Worlds is running the show."

"Don't worry," Toolbag assured Carson. "The Captain uses cheap bombs and they have gotten really good at repairing the Star Port. It should be functional again in a few days."

There was another series of explosions and Toolbag frowned.

"Well, one week tops."
___________________________________________

Carson stifled a yawn as he rummaged through the meager contents of his duffle bag. It was surprising how tired he was so soon after waking from a two year cyrogenic sleep. Carson wasn't used to stimulus, and Karate had latched onto him and talked non-stop since picking him up at the Star Port.

The squad members were interesting, to say the least. Toolbag was depraved, Roach was sullen, and Jupiter was likely a direct descendant of a genetically engineered hooker. Carson didn't have much faith in the squad's combat prowess, but at least they would be a lot of fun until he died in a firefight.

Other than his initial encounter with the ill-tempered Lieutenant Glass and the Star Port bombing there was little indication that Carson was on a military vessel. Captain Zink treated the star ship as her own hedonistic pleasure palace. The ship had an Olympic sized pool, racquetball courts, a tanning salon and day spa, casino, gourmet kitchen, and a night club. Every Friday was disco Friday, and Karate had already booked them both for an 8 a.m. morning massage.

None of this had been taught in Galactic Ranger training.

Carson was situated in the boot barracks. It was buried deep in the belly of the ship, the first class trappings gradually eroding with each downward flight of stairs, until they arrived at the barracks with its peeling metal walls and rust stained bunks.

The boots shared the dormitory styled space, but since Carson was the only boot he had the cavernous room to himself.

Carson's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Hold on," he said reluctantly. While he appreciated Karate's hospitality, he had enough of his effusive sergeant for one day.

Carson opened the door and was treated to the sight of a long legged brunette.

"I can come back," Jupiter stated, noting his weary apprehension.

"No that's OK!" Carson hurriedly replied. "Please come in."

"We rarely get Earthlings around here, and I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you with Karate blabbing away."

Jupiter was still dressed in her military uniform, but Carson could tell she had an athletic body concealed underneath the regulation blouse and trousers. Jupiter's breasts weren't as large as Lieutenant Glass spectacular tits, but otherwise Jupiter could serve as a body double for the attractive lieutenant. Jupiter's brunette hair, or perhaps wig, was long and cascaded past her shoulders in loose curls.

"It's nice of you to stop by. Would you like a seat?"

Jupiter sat down on one of the bunks and Carson sat across from her on his bed.

"Welcome to my pad. Can you believe this is mine?"

Jupiter raised an eyebrow. "Impressive. I suppose they didn't have space in the boiler room for you."

It was embarrassing for Carson. On Earth he had been the best of the best, and now he was a boot, and quite possibly the lowest ranking person on the entire ship.

"Supposedly my father had some Earthling blood. He was fascinated with the lost planet. My name is an homage to your planet. It's kind of silly, but he named me Jupiter because it is in the same star system as Earth."

"It's not silly," Carson squeaked. Back on Earth he was confident with women, but on Earth he had never encountered anyone as intimidatingly beautiful as Jupiter Moon.

"So you might not know it, but you are a big deal around here. Everyone on the ship has been talking for weeks about how a genuine Earthling is coming aboard the ship."

Carson didn't feel like a big deal. He was awestruck being with people whom intra-planetary travel was routine. He was overwhelmed by the magnitude of his ignorance, which seemed to grow only greater as more was revealed. Finally, he felt completely outclassed by Jupiter. The idea of someone like her saying that he was a big deal was ludicrous.

"So what's it like on Earth?" she asked, leaning her arm on the table and propping her head against it. "I've always wondered what it would be like to visit."

"I don't know...," he said, and then realized how stupid that sounded given that he had lived there his entire life. "It's just... Earth..."

Earth was a place he would never see again. Once someone left Earth they never returned. The resources and cost involved in intergalactic light speed travel was prohibitive so flights to and from Earth were rare. But being selected as a Galactic Ranger was one of his childhood dreams.

"So I wanted to talk to you and let you know a few things."

Jupiter paused. "Don't volunteer for anything."

"Ummm... OK?"

"I'm serious," she glanced nervously around, and fixated on a security camera that was panning the room. She lowered her voice. "Why do you think there are no other boots? This place is a meat grinder, and Zink..."

Jupiter shut her mouth. "Just promise me you won't volunteer for anything. I know how gung-ho you
Galactic Rangers are. I am so happy to have an Earthling here, and I'd hate it if anything happened to you."

"Yes ma'am," Carson smiled. "I can sandbag with the best of them."

Jupiter narrowed her eyebrows. "I know you think I'm joking, but I'm not."

Carson held his hands up defensively. "OK, I'll be careful, all right? I've trained for combat all my life - "

"Have it your way," she snapped and stood up in a huff. She waggled her finger at him. "You men, always acting so macho. I tried to warn you..."

Carson stood up and followed her as she walked away. "I didn't mean to piss you off."

"A little too late for that."

Zink

Lieutenant Glass was seated in the Captain's chair as she watched the video feed with Zink. The chair was custom designed to comfortably hold Captain Zink's wide bottom, and the slim lieutenant looked like a small doll sitting in the chair.

"Three of me could fit in this chair..."

"Shut up and show me what you are going to show me," Zink snapped impatiently.

"This was recorded earlier this evening on the feed from the boot barracks," Glass replied.

Zink was silent as she watched the exchange between the brunette and the new boot.

"Who is she?"

"Jupiter Moon. She's an Aurellian in fourth squad. She made it to Corporal but has stalled out at that rank. She has shown remarkably little ambition for an Aurellian."

Zink glanced back at Glass. "Yes I am fully aware of how ambitious Aurellian's can be. Let's cut back to the live feed."

The view screen cut back to the boot. He was alone and laying on his bed, masturbating furiously.

Glass laughed into her fist. "I guess he liked the Corporal."

"Maybe he's thinking about Chavez."

Glass sniggered. "No he likes Aurellians. I saw the way he looked at me when he exited the shuttle. He soooo wanted to jump my bones. Primitives have excellent taste in women."

"This is good information Clarissa." Zink placed her hand on the lieutenant's shoulder. "But keep an eye on Moon. I don't want her filling the boot's head with silly ideas."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," the lieutenant replied, nodding her blonde wigged head.

"I know you will."

Description
Zink

Captain Myra Zink's two hundred and sixty pounds of soft flesh was seated at the bridge of her ship, The Platinum Princess. The Platinum Princess was the star ship equivalent of Myra herself. Huge, stylish, and gifted at making money.

Captain Zink had made her first fortune selling big and beautiful sex tapes, which she then leveraged to purchase her commission in the interstellar Navy. Despite Myra's non-traditional background, she had rapidly risen through the ranks and for the past five years served as the ranking officer on a six hundred person capacity military frigate.

Myra's attention was focused on the video feed from the flight deck. The feed was being streamed via her pay per view channel, and already had over one million buys. It was hard to believe that the simple docking was nearly had as many buys as the last firefight, but it wasn't every day an actual Earth vessel docked with a star ship.

Camera two was trained on Officer Clarissa Glass. While Glass was undoubtedly the most capable warrior aboard the starship, she had been chosen for this mission based primarily on her looks. Glass had Aurellian blood and thus was exceptionally beautiful. Camera two was on a tracking wire from above, offering a top down view centered on Clarissa's cleavage and her big blonde wig.

"Get a shot of her ass."

"Roger Ma'am."

Camera two panned downwards, offering an over the shoulder view of Clarissa as she approached the airlock. There was a soft snick as the small life support vessel kissed the dock.

Clarissa glanced over her shoulder and smiled, flashing her perfectly even white teeth. She was fully aware of the camera following her.

"Fuck that girl is money," Myra purred. Aged forty one years old Myra was still holding steady on her looks, but her face was beginning to resemble that of a wax figurine. Instead of the platinum princess some of the crew had taken to calling her the plastic princess behind her back. But Myra hadn't progressed as far as she had by worrying about what the little people thought.

Myra reached into the box of chocolates by the Captain's chair. Purchasing the rights to the Earth ship has been expensive, but she had already made that money back and more in pay per view buys. Whatever she could make on top of it was pure profit.

"Camera three..."

Camera three's video went live. It was mounted on the outside of the ship and offered a suitably dramatic view of stars sprinkled across the dark of deep space as the air lock engaged.

"Music.."

The opening riffs to Journey's Wheel in the Sky played in the background. Zink thought that an Earthen tune was appropriate for the docking. Earthlings were backwards in most respects, but were surprisingly gifted at making music.

Myra crossed her fingers and whispered to herself. "Please no DOA... Please no DOA..."

A Dead On Arrival could provide a spike in pay per view, but eliminated the possibility of further profits. Ever since the collapse of the Gamma worm hole travel to Earth had been costly and treacherous. Instead of using Gamma travelers were required to travel at light speed and had to be put in cyrogenic sleep to survive the journey. Fifty years of real time passed during the two years of light speed travel.

That meant shuttle's sole occupant had departed from Earth before Myra was born.

Glass

As incredibly vain as she was exceedingly beautiful, Clarissa Glass relished being on camera. While many favored Captain Zink's chunky figure, Clarissa's traditional looks were less polarizing and appealed to a more mainstream audience.

It was annoying that so much attention was being paid to the arrival of a weak minded Earthling, but as long as Clarissa had a slice of that attention she was happy to play her part.

Clarissa brushed her thick blonde bangs out of her eyes and peered through the peep hole, checking that the airlock was clear. She examined the instrument panel as if she knew what the complicated readouts meant, although she had no clue how any of the gadgets worked. She rubbed her chin introspectively as the recording light faded and the pay per view cut to commercial break.

"Glass that was fucking awesome," Zink's voice chirped in the earpiece hidden under a flap of Clarissa's blonde wig.

"I know right," Clarissa beamed up at the camera.

"You are a freaking goddess."

Clarissa knew that Zink was stroking her, but she loved it nonetheless. It made working for the fat ass corporate world bimbo nearly tolerable.

"OK... We are going back live. Ten... Nine... Eight..."

Clarissa regained her serious expression as the red recording lights blinked. She had been in enough pay per views to have an instinctive knowledge of where the cameras were focused. She gave her blonde hair a careful flick as the air lock eased open...

Long

Carson Long...
Galactic Ranger...
Planet Earth...

Even after two years of cyrogenic sleep his training kicked in. Carson' legs were numb and his vision was blurry, but he could recite his vitals with no thought at all.

Carson blinked as the angel materialized into view. Well she was blonder than an angel. She actually looked more like a Barbie doll...

Carson barked:

Carson Long!
Galactic Ranger!
Planet Earth!

"Shut it Boot!" the barbie doll snapped, raising an eyebrow. "I know who you are, and I don't care. If you want to live for more than five minutes on the frontier you will do everything that I say."

"Roger Sir!" Carson croaked.

The barbie doll leaned forward, her nose nearly touching his, and smiled a crooked smile. "Do I look like a SIR to you?"

Carson glanced at Barbie's breasts. "No Ma'am!"

"What the hell are you looking at Boot! Are you staring at my tits?"

"No Ma'am!" Carson shouted as he reluctantly diverted his gaze from Barbie's tits.

"Jesus H. Christ! I knew Earth was backwards, but you act like you've never seen a God Damn female before," she growled. "Chavez!"

A portly brown skinned soldier scurried over. He was dressed in the same uniform as Barbie. Carson recognized the uniform of the Sixth Naval Fleet from his training.

"Yes Ma'am," Chavez replied, snapping a smart salute.

"Get this sorry ass excuse of a boot out of my sight."

Zink

Myra grinned. The pay per view spiked at 1.1 million views. Glass' performance was commendable. Sure the lieutenant was a complete bitch, but her firefights had been broadcast so many times Clarissa's bitchiness was even less of a secret that the outlandish blonde wigs she wore. Beautiful and tough she made a great anti-hero.

Under different circumstances Clarissa Glass was the kind of woman that Myra despised, but as long as she helped fill Myra's vast coffers Myra wasn't going to complain.

Myra popped one last chocolate into her mouth. The Earthling had appeared dumbstruck but otherwise healthy, and he was handsome. He had potential. But she would let him get settled in first. Myra already had a diva on her hands with Glass. She didn't need another huge ego on the ship.

Myra stood, her tight uniform trousers nearly splitting with the effort. It was time to record a short pay per view wrap up from the bridge that would be piped to the corporate world viewing region. Corporate world viewers hated skinny bitches like Glass, so Zink would treat them to a glimpse of her own plump pulchritude. That guaranteed at least a hundred thousand more buys.

"Camera four..."

Zink flashed her perfect white veneers at the camera.

"That was something, wasn't it? The first Earthling to arrive in this part of the galaxy in a decade, and I am humbled to welcome him aboard The Platinum Princess..."

Long

Carson stumbled, and Chavez caught his arm. Chavez didn't look much like a soldier. He stood about five foot six and was at least sixty pounds overweight.

"Easy there bro," Chavez said. "You've come a long way. We don't get many from Earth out here. How far was it, like twelve Parsecs? That's a frequent flyer mile or two."

Carson nodded his head. He was still groggy.

"The names Karate Chavez. Just call me Karate."

"All right."

"Don't worry about Lieutenant Glass. She's wound pretty tight. The ship is pretty chill otherwise."

As Karate talked they moved through the docking station into a cavernous hangar. There were other people entering the ship, some in military uniforms, but many wearing civilian clothes.

Carson beckoned at the later. "Who are they?"

"Space tourists."

Space tourists?"

Karate shook his head. "You boots are all the same. Full of questions. Captain Zink's with Corporate Worlds. They run everything now. She takes tourists with us on our runs in order to make a few extra bucks."

Carson had graduated from West Point at the top of his class, and he had then suffered through four years of rigorous Galactic Ranger training before being selected for the journey to the star fleet. He hadn't prepared to travel on a ship with a bunch of tourists.

He followed Chavez onto an elevator. Carson warily stared at a man in chinos and a woman in a sun dress. A small girl who looked about five years old stood in between them, sucking on a lollipop. The girl menacingly returned his stare. Soft music tinkled in the background as the elevator crept upwards.

After thirty seconds of uncomfortable silence the elevator lurched to a stop.

"This is our floor," Karate stated, ushering Carson towards the door.

"Enjoy your stay at Sixth Navy Tours," Karate chirped over his shoulder, smiling warmly at the family as he exited the elevator.

As the doors hushed shut he whispered to Carson, "Captain Zink says we need to be accommodating to our guests. They tip much better if we are hospitable."

Carson nodded. He found himself nodding a lot, as he didn't understand much of what was going on.

"I think a few of the other squad members want to meet you. A pretty good bunch if I say so myself."

Carson followed Karate down a corridor. His boots clumped softly on the thick pile rug. The walls were tastefully decorated with oil paintings and Victorian style light fixtures. It reminded Carson more of a high end hotel than a military space ship.

Karate shrugged his shoulders as he noticed Carson's wandering gaze. "Zink likes to keep things classy. I told ya, the Sixth isn't a bad place. But you have to cool it with the Galactic Ranger stuff. If you are too hard core, you won't last long around here. You'll end up cannon fodder."

Karate patted his thick belly. "I prefer to be far behind the front line. REFLF – rear echelon for life, fuckers! Hell, I'm surprised they don't issue you Galactic Rangers a toe tag on arrival, as long as you guys typically last. But stick with me and you'll be safe."

Karate opened the door into a lounge area. "This is one of our hang outs."

The area was a well appointed recreation area done in a modern style, with comfortable leather sofas and chairs, glass tables, and a large TV that took up an entire wall. Sitting on one of the sofas was a small man whose face had sharp angular features as if cut by a chisel. Next to him slouched another man with thick bushy hair and glasses. Finally an attractive brunette sat by herself on a white leather bean bag.

"Everyone this is Carson Long, Earthling."

Karate then nodded to each of the people in succession. "Carson, meet some members of fourth squad - Roach, Toolbag, and Jupiter."

Carson smiled politely, but he was unable to withdraw his gaze from the brunette.

"Pleased to meet you all."

"Been a long time since I've seen an Earthling," Roach said. "Is it really as primitive as they say?"

"What did you think of Lieutenant Glass? Did you give her the double salute?" Toolbag waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ummm..."

"Don't be shy. She has Aurellian blood. It has more of an effect on the primitives. You haven't built up a tolerance to it. I'm a Zink fan myself. Chubby is the new skinny."

"Shut up perv," Jupiter snapped, flicking her brunette hair out of her eyes.

"What's an Aurellian?"

Roach and Toolbag glanced at each other. "Space sluts. The result of genetic experimentation on the planet Auerillia years ago. Their DNA was customized for the sex trade. They weren't supposed to be able to reproduce, but a few had mutations, and voila!"

"You have a lot to learn boot," Karate said wisely. "Aurellians are rare, but we do have a few on the ship. Due to the genetic engineering anyone with Aurellian blood will only give birth to females, so Aurellians are always female. They have a pleasing appearance and heightened endorphins. They can even make slight changes to their skin tone to suit different tastes. But there's one sure fire way to tell if someone has Aurellian blood..."

Carson didn't bother replying, as it was a forgone conclusion Karate was going to tell him. But he didn't mind. Despite all his training he felt woefully unprepared.

Karate ran his hands through his short cropped black hair. "Bald as an egg. They were genetically engineered to have no hair so they could wear different wigs depending on their client's tastes. The L.T. is as bald as as the day she was born underneath that blonde wig of hers."

"So if you see a total hottie there's a chance she is an Aurellian," Toolbag motioned towards the brunette. "But it can be hard to tell if she's wearing a good wig. Isn't that right Jupiter?'

Jupiter didn't answer and instead glared angrily at Toolbag.

Carson snuck a sideways glance at Jupiter as he felt himself stiffen down below. After two years of suspended animation Lieutenant Glass and Jupiter had both proven that that his most critical appendage was in good working order. Was Toolbag implying that Jupiter was an Aurellian? Did she wear a wig? Even if Jupiter's hair was a wig she was still sexy.

The conversation was interrupted by sudden motion and Carson' stomach lurched upwards.

"Lift off", Karate commented.

It was followed by the sound of explosions. Carson jumped to his feet.

"What kind of lift off was that? It sounds like the ship is coming apart at the seams!"

"The Captain's bombing the star port," Jupiter commented, a bored look on her pretty face.

"You mean the star port we just left?"

"Standard procedure," Karate replied. "You see Zink negotiated a contract that gives her a bonus for bombing Star Ports. But the suits forgot to specify that it must be an enemy Star Port so she bombs friendlies too. The porky princess sure knows how to make a buck." Karate shook his head in mock bewilderment. "That's what happens when Corporate Worlds is running the show."

"Don't worry," Toolbag assured Carson. "The Captain uses cheap bombs and they have gotten really good at repairing the Star Port. It should be functional again in a few days."

There was another series of explosions and Toolbag frowned.

"Well, one week tops."
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Carson stifled a yawn as he rummaged through the meager contents of his duffle bag. It was surprising how tired he was so soon after waking from a two year cyrogenic sleep. Carson wasn't used to stimulus, and Karate had latched onto him and talked non-stop since picking him up at the Star Port.

The squad members were interesting, to say the least. Toolbag was depraved, Roach was sullen, and Jupiter was likely a direct descendant of a genetically engineered hooker. Carson didn't have much faith in the squad's combat prowess, but at least they would be a lot of fun until he died in a firefight.

Other than his initial encounter with the ill-tempered Lieutenant Glass and the Star Port bombing there was little indication that Carson was on a military vessel. Captain Zink treated the star ship as her own hedonistic pleasure palace. The ship had an Olympic sized pool, racquetball courts, a tanning salon and day spa, casino, gourmet kitchen, and a night club. Every Friday was disco Friday, and Karate had already booked them both for an 8 a.m. morning massage.

None of this had been taught in Galactic Ranger training.

Carson was situated in the boot barracks. It was buried deep in the belly of the ship, the first class trappings gradually eroding with each downward flight of stairs, until they arrived at the barracks with its peeling metal walls and rust stained bunks.

The boots shared the dormitory styled space, but since Carson was the only boot he had the cavernous room to himself.

Carson's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Hold on," he said reluctantly. While he appreciated Karate's hospitality, he had enough of his effusive sergeant for one day.

Carson opened the door and was treated to the sight of a long legged brunette.

"I can come back," Jupiter stated, noting his weary apprehension.

"No that's OK!" Carson hurriedly replied. "Please come in."

"We rarely get Earthlings around here, and I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you with Karate blabbing away."

Jupiter was still dressed in her military uniform, but Carson could tell she had an athletic body concealed underneath the regulation blouse and trousers. Jupiter's breasts weren't as large as Lieutenant Glass spectacular tits, but otherwise Jupiter could serve as a body double for the attractive lieutenant. Jupiter's brunette hair, or perhaps wig, was long and cascaded past her shoulders in loose curls.

"It's nice of you to stop by. Would you like a seat?"

Jupiter sat down on one of the bunks and Carson sat across from her on his bed.

"Welcome to my pad. Can you believe this is mine?"

Jupiter raised an eyebrow. "Impressive. I suppose they didn't have space in the boiler room for you."

It was embarrassing for Carson. On Earth he had been the best of the best, and now he was a boot, and quite possibly the lowest ranking person on the entire ship.

"Supposedly my father had some Earthling blood. He was fascinated with the lost planet. My name is an homage to your planet. It's kind of silly, but he named me Jupiter because it is in the same star system as Earth."

"It's not silly," Carson squeaked. Back on Earth he was confident with women, but on Earth he had never encountered anyone as intimidatingly beautiful as Jupiter Moon.

"So you might not know it, but you are a big deal around here. Everyone on the ship has been talking for weeks about how a genuine Earthling is coming aboard the ship."

Carson didn't feel like a big deal. He was awestruck being with people whom intra-planetary travel was routine. He was overwhelmed by the magnitude of his ignorance, which seemed to grow only greater as more was revealed. Finally, he felt completely outclassed by Jupiter. The idea of someone like her saying that he was a big deal was ludicrous.

"So what's it like on Earth?" she asked, leaning her arm on the table and propping her head against it. "I've always wondered what it would be like to visit."

"I don't know...," he said, and then realized how stupid that sounded given that he had lived there his entire life. "It's just... Earth..."

Earth was a place he would never see again. Once someone left Earth they never returned. The resources and cost involved in intergalactic light speed travel was prohibitive so flights to and from Earth were rare. But being selected as a Galactic Ranger was one of his childhood dreams.

"So I wanted to talk to you and let you know a few things."

Jupiter paused. "Don't volunteer for anything."

"Ummm... OK?"

"I'm serious," she glanced nervously around, and fixated on a security camera that was panning the room. She lowered her voice. "Why do you think there are no other boots? This place is a meat grinder, and Zink..."

Jupiter shut her mouth. "Just promise me you won't volunteer for anything. I know how gung-ho you
Galactic Rangers are. I am so happy to have an Earthling here, and I'd hate it if anything happened to you."

"Yes ma'am," Carson smiled. "I can sandbag with the best of them."

Jupiter narrowed her eyebrows. "I know you think I'm joking, but I'm not."

Carson held his hands up defensively. "OK, I'll be careful, all right? I've trained for combat all my life - "

"Have it your way," she snapped and stood up in a huff. She waggled her finger at him. "You men, always acting so macho. I tried to warn you..."

Carson stood up and followed her as she walked away. "I didn't mean to piss you off."

"A little too late for that."

Zink

Lieutenant Glass was seated in the Captain's chair as she watched the video feed with Zink. The chair was custom designed to comfortably hold Captain Zink's wide bottom, and the slim lieutenant looked like a small doll sitting in the chair.

"Three of me could fit in this chair..."

"Shut up and show me what you are going to show me," Zink snapped impatiently.

"This was recorded earlier this evening on the feed from the boot barracks," Glass replied.

Zink was silent as she watched the exchange between the brunette and the new boot.

"Who is she?"

"Jupiter Moon. She's an Aurellian in fourth squad. She made it to Corporal but has stalled out at that rank. She has shown remarkably little ambition for an Aurellian."

Zink glanced back at Glass. "Yes I am fully aware of how ambitious Aurellian's can be. Let's cut back to the live feed."

The view screen cut back to the boot. He was alone and laying on his bed, masturbating furiously.

Glass laughed into her fist. "I guess he liked the Corporal."

"Maybe he's thinking about Chavez."

Glass sniggered. "No he likes Aurellians. I saw the way he looked at me when he exited the shuttle. He soooo wanted to jump my bones. Primitives have excellent taste in women."

"This is good information Clarissa." Zink placed her hand on the lieutenant's shoulder. "But keep an eye on Moon. I don't want her filling the boot's head with silly ideas."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," the lieutenant replied, nodding her blonde wigged head.

"I know you will."