(Note #1: All comments and constructive criticisms are welcome and appreciated.
Note #2: Those of you wishing for a quick story to wank to will want to look elsewhere. Although there are a few nude scenes described and illustrated in some chapters, the intercourse only starts in the next chapter.
Note #3: The first illustration was created by Faith Desky. The other five are by Steve Rayner.
Note #4: And finally, thanks to volunteer Literotica editor TheNyxianLily for her help with editing.)
“Did you leave the planet after?” Calley asked her.
“On the first transport I could find. Probably off-planet by the time he woke up. I looked up the bounty listings and found myself listed there with what I was worth. I was a little insulted at the low amount. I’ve known men who’d pay twice that just to touch my legs, let alone restrain me. But two thousand star credits was enough to be an inconvenience for me. I wanted to lose myself somewhere where there were more Bellixans, but there weren’t a lot of options. My people don’t normally travel that far beyond the central core of the galaxy. So I decided to go so far out that the price of bringing me back would be prohibitive. I also tried to keep a lower profile than I was used to, but that didn’t always work out so well.”
“I can’t imagine you wearing a store-bought dress.”
“I never have and I never will. So I was never that good at blending in. But for a while, keeping far away seemed to be working. I drifted from one place to another without too much trouble and figured no one would want the bother of taking me in for a measly two thousand. Unfortunately, it never occurred to me that the reward for my capture would be increased. But it was. High enough to attract more professional bounty hunters. One of them caught up to me while I was on Flamind. You ever hear of that one?”
“Sure, the planet of ten thousand islands,” Calley remembered. “Mild tides, great weather, resort planet. I stopped there a few times when I worked on starliners. Never saw the outside though.”
“That’s a shame, as it’s very nice,” the Bellixan continued. “I was working as a hostess at one of the smaller resorts. Turned out its distance from the spaceport is what saved me. If you’d been outside, you’d know all those islands are connected by bridges and highways. Driving to the resorts that are further out is cheaper than flying there and you can see some wonderful sunsets along the way. You could even rent a gravmobile and drive all the way around the planet if you had a few weeks to spare. Well, the bounty hunter that found and kidnapped me was driving us to the spaceport to take me back to my planet. But she underestimated how desperate I was to escape and it cost her the bounty, which had risen to fifteen thousand by then.”
“Wow!” Calley said in amazement. “So how’d you get away?”
“She had me in the back seat, my hands mag-cuffed behind my back. As we were driving on a bridge between islands, I quickly wrapped my legs around her neck and jerked her sideways. She jerked the steering control the same way and we went over the side of the bridge. I gambled that the gravmobile’s safety mechanisms would dull the impact and they did, though the fall shook us both up. We took on a little water before the gravmobile generated a force field that kept us afloat. I was able to get my cuffs in the salt water to short them out, which was good because the bounty hunter had recovered. We were too close for her to stun me with her pistol so she tried to sedate me with a syringe of something. We were still fighting each other as the local authorities tractored us out of the water and separated us.”
“What did you tell them?”
“The truth. That she was a bounty hunter and I was her prey. She was registered as such with the Mercenaries’ guild so there was no point in her denying it. But I was wanted on a private matter, not criminal charges. Therefore the authorities had no reason to let her take me, and they didn’t. I was unbound when they found us so unbound I was allowed to remain. They deported us both, but I was allowed to go back to the resort to get my things, so we went on different ships, which suited me fine.”
“Not every planet would see it that way,” Calley pointed out.
“Oh I know,” Alezanna agreed. “In some places, the lawmen would have let her have me. Or turned me in themselves. She did try to bribe the constables who questioned us, to no avail. The more established planets take a dim view of bounty hunting. It’s like when a slave kills its owner. If the planet they do it on doesn’t condone slavery, the law tends to look the other way.”
“Lucky for you, you were on a nice planet like that.”
“Yes. And the next time after that. That one, there’s not much to talk about. I was worth forty thousand star credits by then. I’d stayed in one place too long and was attacked in the street one night. He fired a stunbolt at me but missed. I ran into the alleys and he chased me. After I turned a corner I had my daggers out. He avoided my charge and took me on with two retractable batons. He was good, better than he was with a gun. But he was trying to take me alive and I was under no such restrictions. I cut his throat and left him there. I told the authorities what I’d done, why I’d done it and let them make their inquiries. That time, they didn’t deport me, but I left the planet anyway. Not before I sent a one-way message to my family though, to tell them that I’d kill anyone else they cared to send. I also said family honour wasn’t worth the blood and starcred. Unfortunately, I didn’t know I was sending the message to the wrong family.”
“What?” asked a confused Calley.
“While my family had posted the original bounty notice, it was my fiancé’s that kept increasing what it was worth.”
“Fiancé?” the younger spacer inquired. “Wait a second. Back up. When did you get engaged?”
“It was an arranged marriage,” Alezanna explained. “A deal made between my family and the Gossah, a very old political dynasty on Bellixa. Very influential. We were both still infants when I was betrothed to him and we didn’t meet until I was nearly twenty. I loathed him on sight. Anatule was everything I hated about Bellixan society rolled into one man. Our meeting was made all the worse by his attitude towards me. My distaste for highborn culture was well-known by that time. Well, he was not impressed by it in any way and informed me I’d be a quiet and dutiful wife once we were joined together. I told him I’d rather mate with a Gildorian slimebeast. Our interactions got worse after that. We met a few more times over the cycles and our relationship never improved. Honestly, I thought he would have been happy to be rid of me after my departure, but I was wrong.”
“Wait a minute, I’m getting a little lost here. This Anatule guy and you hated each other. But he still wanted to marry you so much he was offering forty thousand star credits to anybody who could catch you?”
“One hundred thousand. By the last time I was caught, I was worth one hundred thousand star credits to him. Or to his family maybe. When I was finally captured and he confronted me, he made it clear that his pursuit was motivated by family pride more than any interest in me personally. As far as he was concerned, I’d become his property as soon as I was promised to him. And the Gossah don’t give up what’s theirs without a fight. It’s their family’s motto. Or, well, something close to it. It sounds a lot better in my native language.”
“So you were caught and brought all the way back to Bellixa? When was this?”
“About six cycles ago. But it all happened on Halaak, a little speck of an arboreal planet. I’d been on the Ravenfang about two cycles or so by then. Still sleeping on a cot in the barracks. I didn’t leave the ship too often when we visited civilized ports out of fear I’d be seen. But sometimes I’d need specific parts for the reactor and I couldn’t ask Sal or Goppu to go get them. And sometimes I went out because I just needed to socialize. Sal and I had become friends by that point but not much else. To be honest, sometimes I needed to find some local to spend the night with. I thought there was no way anyone could catch up to me when I was only spending a day or two in any one place. But that’s exactly what happened. Anatule had hired one of the best trackers on Bellixa to hunt me down, Warto Straan. You ever hear of him?”
Calley shook her head and Alezanna continued her story. “If you’d spent more time in the central systems, you probably would have. He’s famous. Well, somehow, he’d reasoned out which planet the Ravenfang would be docking at. By the time we arrived, he was waiting for us. As soon as the captain set the ship down, our power systems were fried by a pulse mine. There was no way we could leave or fire the cannons. So we had no choice but to pop the manual hatch and crawl out. I immediately recognized Straan and warned Sal and Goppu it’d be suicide to take him on. Once we were out of the ship, his men disarmed us and stripped me naked to boot. Straan then sent a message to Anatule who showed up soon after. That’s when I understood why I’d been undressed. It wasn’t enough for Anatule to have me captured. He had to humiliate me as well.”
“Gods! He sounds like a real piece of work.”
“Oh he was! After waiting almost twenty cycles to have me in his clutches, he was eager to belittle me. Since my family made its name in fashion, he took my clothes. If I’d come from a banking clan, he probably would have taken my starcred. I don’t know what he would’ve done if I was an actress or an athlete. Probably scarred or crippled me. Maybe both. Twenty cycles is a long time to devise indignities for someone you hate. And like I said, we hated each other. I was convinced my life going forward would be nothing but pain, misery and despair. I wasn’t thinking about how to escape. I was trying to plan a way to spare my crewmates any further trouble before trying to kill myself. I was that terrified. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even look at Anatule.”
“But you did something,” Calley prompted. She was concerned by the morose tone her friend was starting to adopt as her story continued. “You’re here and so’s the captain, so obviously you got away from Anatule and his mercenaries, right?”
“Thanks to Sal, yes. You see, in addition to all his other flaws, Anatule was a snob. It never occurred to him that I might have confided in a mere human like Sal. Anatule offered to pay him off for the trouble I’d caused him but Sal wasn’t interested. He said I was his lover and worth more than whatever Anatule had to offer. A lovely sentiment, but a lie since I hadn’t even kissed him by that time. I was honestly surprised Sal was so adamant not to give me up. But I guess I was just as guilty of underestimating Sal as Anatule was. You see, I’d told him about Anatule the night I had my knife to his throat and unbeknownst to me, he’d looked into the Gossah. Just in case he should ever encounter one, which is exactly the situation we found ourselves in. So he knew exactly what to say, what buttons to push, to elicit the right reactions from our captors.”
“Like when he negotiates jobs!” Calley realized. “He can make people mad or happy or whatever he needs them to be.”
“That’s right,” Alezanna concurred. “His claim that we were lovers was just a ploy to make me less valuable in Anatule’s eyes. It didn’t work though. Other Bellixans might have abandoned their claim to me when learning I was so sullied, but Anatule didn’t take the bait. So Sal switched tactics and tried other gambits. He and Anatule verbally sparred for a while. I won’t go over everything that was said because I was too upset to remember it all. I wanted Sal to just give up so he and Goppu would be safe, and here he was, stubbornly keeping himself in harm’s way. I started to get really worried when he started calling Anatule a coward. He claimed a real Gossah would fight for his fiancé instead of buying her like a common whore’s client.”
“Oh my!” her younger friend said with an intake of breath. “How’d Anatule take that?”
“He wasn’t amused. It was less the insinuation and more that it had been made in front of other Bellixans. Not so much Straan and his men, as they were lowborn. It was two of my cousins that were also there, to represent my family’s interests. If they spread the story that Anatule had allowed Sal’s insult to stand, it would have cost the family some of its prestige. Like I said, the Gossah fight for what’s theirs. I feared Sal had provoked Anatule to the point he’d order Straan and his men to murder my two crewmates over the insult. But Sal quickly challenged him to fight man-to-man. A duel to see who could claim me.”
“Do Bellixans normally fight duels with other races?”
“It can happen. Sometimes a visitor to the planet gets it in their head to challenge one of us. It usually ends badly for the challenger. It almost did for Sal. Anatule accepted the challenge, claiming it’d be preferable to kill Sal rather than listen to him prattle on much longer. I was convinced Sal would be killed quickly and I was already mourning him. Anatule drew his rapier while Sal accepted a sabre from my cousin Umberno. Sal had been an officer in his planet’s militia so he knew his way around the weapon. But I didn’t think he had much of a chance against an experienced Bellixan duelist. And it was confirmed after they made their first few passes at each other. Our good captain had some basic knowledge of sword-fighting, but not a lot. He seemed to have greatly overestimated his abilities.”
“So why didn’t Anatule just kill him and take you away?”
“Because it turns out he wasn’t that much better,” Alezanna explained. “I was shocked at how terrible Anatule was. I assumed, what with him being a Gossah, he’d have been taught swordplay by good instructors. But if he was, it sure wasn’t showing. At first I thought he was simply mocking Sal’s inexperienced ways by copying them. I soon realized I was wrong and he really was that inept. You know that first duel of mine I told you about? The one where I killed a young girl in less than a few minutes? Well, if you took that immature version of myself and had her fight Anatule that day so many cycles later, she’d have killed him in seconds. I don’t know how he managed to live that long without his lack of skill being discovered, but I guess he was shielded by his family’s reputation. Yet there he was, fighting the most painfully incompetent duel I’ve ever witnessed.”
“How long did it go on?”
“Well, I had no access to a chronometer. And this was a struggle, as amateurish as it might be, for my freedom. So I was too invested in its outcome to take it lightly. I did catch, out of the corner of my eye, the other Bellixans looking annoyed, amused or, after a while, simply bored. Because these two men did fight for a long while. It had soon become apparent that Anatule was a little more skilled than Sal. He started to deliberately leave himself open to trick Sal into a bad position he could take advantage of. But after he’d gotten a few mild cuts on his upper arm, Sal had figured out what Anatule was doing and stopped falling for it. Unfortunately for Anatule, it was the only trick in his arsenal. Unfortunately for Sal, he had no tricks of his own. But I thought he might have an advantage as he was fitter than Anatule and might last longer if the duel were to last hours, which it was shaping up to do.”
Calley doubted the duel Alezanna was describing had ended up the way she suggested. She asked, “But that’s not what happened, is it?”
“No. The duel had been going on a while, neither man getting the advantage. Anatule was no longer trying to draw Sal in, going for a more aggressive stance. Sal was good enough to hold him off, but not really do much else. Then they got close to one another, their weapons locked in a test of strength, which Sal was very slowly winning. And that’s when Anatule backhanded him as he broke the hold. My cousins immediately called for the two fighters to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because a Bellixan duel is very regimented. At the beginning, it was agreed Anatule would fight with a rapier and Sal with a sabre. Open-handed strikes were not agreed upon. So my cousins offered Sal a rest period for Goppu to bind his wound as compensation for Anatule’s violation of the agreed-upon rules. But Sal told them he was all right with hand strikes being admissible going forward. Anatule hesitated to agree but Sal asked him which of his hands he was most afraid of. The challenge to Anatule’s ego worked perfectly and he agreed to the new terms of the duel.”
“I’ll bet that was a smart move by the captain,” Calley said with a smile.
“That would be a good bet. It was a very different duel once it started up again. Neither man was in the sideways stance anymore. They were facing each other fully so their left arms could go for a slap or punch. It was a new way of dueling and each fighter was trying to adapt quicker than the other. The focus of their attacks started to shift from their weapons to their free hands. At first, they seemed to be evenly matched again. Anatule even managed to slash Sal’s hand but the captain didn’t let it bother him. And slowly, Sal started to get the upper hand, pardon the pun. His blows were making more solid contact than Anatule’s. This infuriated my hated fiancé and he started to unravel. Sal was able to draw him in with feints and Anatule soon had a swollen right eye and a bloody nose. Sal, meanwhile, had a few red cheeks from slaps and not much else.”
“Good for our captain!” the younger spacer said as she tried to visualize the fight her elder was describing.
“Finally Anatule’s growing frustration got the better of him. He threw away what little skill he had with his sword and swung it widely at Sal’s head. The captain ducked underneath the swing and when he came back up, he landed a good uppercut on Anatule’s jaw. This sent the bastard reeling and Sal was able to follow it up with a jab that broke Anatule’s nose and knocked him down on his bum. He tried to raise his rapier but Sal had moved forward and put his foot on it. All Anatule managed to do was snap it in half. Then Sal put his blade to Anatule’s throat and ordered him to yield. I could see the anger in Anatule’s eyes and I thought he might force Sal to kill him. But after a few very tense seconds, he finally relented. He mumbled a surrender, then Sal made him repeat it loud enough for all of us to hear. And just like that, I was finally a free woman after all those cycles.”
“How did it feel?”
“I was overjoyed. I ran forward and jumped into Sal’s arms, nudity and decorum be damned. He’d claimed to be my lover earlier and I fully intended to make it so. Not that instant, of course, but as soon as we had the chance. Sal put me down and we walked over to the hanger’s table where Straan and his men had put our things. As the mercenaries helped Anatule up, Sal handed me my dress and told me I’d given the men enough of a free show. I wouldn’t have a chance to put it on, though.”
“Why not?” asked a concerned Calley. She’d assumed this was the happy ending to her comrade’s story.
“The humiliation he’d just received wasn’t sitting well with Anatule. He was still holding what was left of his sword. He broke away from Straan’s men and ran forward. He had his weapon raised up to stab Sal in the back. I saw him coming, but I wasn’t close enough to my daggers to grab them. It all happened in an instant. Sal had his back turned to Anatule. He’d been slipping his gunbelt on. It was the only weapon available to me. I reached in the holster and pulled out the pistol. I levelled it at Anatule. He was less than a meter away from us. The point of his broken sword was on its way down. I pulled the trigger. Anatule collapsed onto the ground. But I hadn’t killed him, Calley, Sal’s gun was set to stun.”
“Oh my Gods!” the young woman exclaimed. You didn’t need medical training to realize the terrible consequences of her friend’s shot. At close range, a stunbolt could cause neurological damage. It often could lead to paralysis beyond what current medical science could hope to cure. Deliberately stunning someone at close range was considered, in most places, a worse crime than killing them. The medic asked her shipmate, “How bad was it?”
“I swear to the Gods, Calley, I didn’t know!” the Bellixan said as her gaze fell to the floor and she shook her head. “I didn’t want to leave him like that. I hated him, but not enough to do what I did. I thought I’d killed him. Everyone came forward but Goppu reached him first. He turned Anatule so he was facing up and I saw him blink his eyes. There was a slight burn on his forehead where I’d shot him but nothing else. No hole like I was expecting to see. That’s when I realized what I’d done. I dropped the gun and just looked on in horror as Goppu tried to get the man to move and couldn’t. Not his arms, not his legs, not his mouth, nothing. Finally, he said there was nothing he could do and my heart sank. Straan and his men picked Anatule up and carried him out of the hanger. My cousins told us they’d let us know how things went and they left too. Sal and Goppu led me back into the ship and put me in the captain’s bed.
“What did you do?”
“Mostly, I cried. For myself, but for Anatule too, surprisingly enough. I got a little angry as well. I was a mess of emotions. A psychtech might say I had a nervous breakdown. I wouldn’t disagree. I was definitely a little crazy. Sal and Goppu took turns keeping an eye on me, and it’s a good thing they did. I hated myself so much for what I’d done. If I’d been left to my own devices, I’m not sure what I would have done. I might have taken my daggers and done some harm to myself. I thought about it. I caught myself wondering how much I’d have to hurt my crewmates before I’d be able to kill myself. Thank the Gods I wasn’t alone! If I had been, there’s no way I’d still be here now. I was so ashamed of what I’d done. Not just the blaster shot. All of my actions that had led up to it. My rebellious nature. My refusal to accept my place at home. Everything.”
“But that’s just who you are, Alezanna,” Calley said as she put her arms around her friend to comfort her. “You can’t change who you are. And it’s not like you could have known what running away could have led to. As for the blaster shot, well, he was gonna kill the captain.”
“Yes, I know. Now. But I didn’t feel that way that day. It’s like how you felt after Palcon. Those men attacked us, but you still felt ashamed of what you did. Eventually, you made your peace with it. But it took a while, didn’t it?”
“Mostly. I still feel bad when I think about it. I just think about it less as time goes on. And I try not to think about how I could have set my gun to stun after I’d disabled the gravwagon. The man I killed would have survived then. I had time to change the setting. It just never crossed my mind.”
Alezanna put her hand on Calley’s arm and said, “You were in the heat of the moment. When that happens, you don’t act, you react. Both of us could have changed a gun’s setting. Neither one of us did. Neither of us was held responsible, but both of us blamed ourselves at first. And both of us had to forgive ourselves. I did, but not on that day. Instead, I cried and screamed, shook and felt terrible. And then I finally got tired and fell asleep. A breakdown like that can be exhausting. But you already know that, don’t you?”
“Oh Gods, yes!”
“That’s why I told you that I understood how you felt after Palcon. Because I really did. And just as you needed help to get past it, I needed help after Halaak and I got it too. I woke up when Goppu came in to relieve Sal who’d been watching over me from the other side of the bed. I told them I was fine and I didn’t need to be monitored anymore. So Goppu, Gods bless him, told me that was good because the ship needed a lot of repairing. He was a gruff, direct man but he was right to get me moving again. Getting me back to doing work I was familiar with was exactly what I needed. I did that for a while and then he came in and talked to me about what had happened to help me get some perspective. Later on Sal cooked me some food and we talked about it too. It helped me a lot.”
“Yeah, he did the same for me. I guess that’s what he does when something bad happens.”
“It helped to get me back on the mag-track. And it helped me handle the news when Umberno contacted us. He told me Anatule was completely paralyzed besides his eyelids. My cousin had contacted the Gossah and they had agreed not to post a new bounty on me. I was surprised by that, considering what I’d done to Anatule. But he’d acted dishonourably in front of witnesses, so my safety was the price of their silence. My family had also offered up one of my younger sisters as a replacement wife for Anatule. So the Verrazo and the Gossah families finally got the marriage they agreed to, honour was satisfied and there was no ill will towards me at all. My cousin even offered me a ride home if I wanted it.”
“But you turned it down.
“Yes. My distaste for the highborn life was still there. I could never be happy on Bellixa. It’s nice that the option to return is there, but that’s not something I’m interested in doing. And even if it was, the timing of the offer was all wrong. I was back to living my life again, but the terrible events of that day still lingered in my mind. Even now, cycles later, they still can upset me. Like when you offered to help me learn to shoot. When something like that surprises me, well, you saw what it did. So when Umberno made his offer, I was nowhere near ready to accept it even if I’d wanted to. And of course, there was Sal. There was no way I’d leave him after he’d risked his life for me.”
“Is that when the two of you became a couple?”
“Not exactly. We shared the bed after the duel, but slept on opposite sides of it. I didn’t want to sleep alone, but I was too fragile to let things progress further than that. For his part, Sal didn’t try to take advantage while I was putting myself together again. It’s funny to look back on it now, but I was more modest after the duel than I had been before it. After I’d joined his crew, I wasn’t particularly shy about my body and Sal had seen me undressed quite a few times. But after my breakdown, I covered up, especially when I was in bed with him. I think part of the reason was being stripped in the hanger by Straan. Being exposed against my will like that, it didn’t feel good. But it was also that, well, I wanted it to mean something the next time Sal was to see me naked. I don’t know if that makes a lot of sense…”
“No, I think I understand,” her companion jumped in. “Was it because you wanted it to mean you were ready to take him as your man?”
“Yes, that’s it,” Alezanna said with a nod. “As the nights passed, we started inching closer to one another in our sleep. Then one day I woke up to find our hands intertwined. It felt right to me. It made me realize that I was turning a corner. After the duel, I’d needed Sal’s comfort but I was finally ready for more. I didn’t tell him right away though. The ship was still in a bad state and needed a lot of fixing. But after a hard day’s work and a long shower, I went into our bedroom and undressed in front of Sal. It’s funny. I hadn’t ever been nervous about taking a lover before, even my first time, but I was plenty nervous that night. I found myself trying a whole new seduction strategy. I told him the truth about how I felt about him. Turns out that was all we needed. I wish I’d thought of it before.”
Calley couldn’t think of anything to add to her friend’s story. It seemed to have reached its end as the two women sat, the younger one’s arms still wrapped around her companion. She rested her head on Alezanna’s shoulder, letting the older woman’s tale settle into her mind. As it did so, she asked Alezanna, “Since it seems your family isn’t mad at you, do you ever talk to them?”
“Sometimes. Not my parents, but some of my sisters. Umberno too. I keep in touch. When we leave to go somewhere, I make my call to one of them. Sometimes I even steel myself and talk to my sister Natasia, the one who married Anatule.”
“Really?” Calley asked in surprise. “You decided to get in touch with her?”
“She contacted me. After her wedding. She’s a little flighty and scatterbrained, but she has a good heart, Gods bless her. She wanted to reassure me it had all worked out. Anatule is attended to by a retinue of servants who take care of his every need. He’s learned to communicate by blinking his eyes in the same spacer code you saw the captain use earlier. As for her, she gets to go to balls and social events as his wife and everyone thinks Anatule is staying behind the scenes. She gets into intrigues and minor scandals like any good noblewoman should and is protected by her new family’s name.”
Suddenly, the significance of one of the story’s passing details struck Calley. She instantly sat straight up and looked at the other woman in a new light.
“Wait a minute! The family name! You said the marriage was between the Gossah and the Verrazo! The Verrazo are, like, one of the biggest names in the fashion industry!”
“No Calley, we are the fashion industry.” her companion calmly corrected her. “I may not like Bellixan society much, but I do still have some family pride, by the Gods. The other fashion houses follow the trends we set. Our name is the biggest. All the other fashion houses are just pretenders to our throne.”
“Sorry,” the contrite medtech apologized. “I just didn’t realize I was wearing a Verrazo original. I’m kind of freaking out now. No wonder it’s so beautiful.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t use my family name anymore. You might not be able to convince anyone it’s a Verrazo.”
“I think you’re wrong,” the shorter spacer said as she got up and looked at herself in the mirror again. “One look and everyone will know it’s too elegant to be anything else.”
“Well, I won’t argue,” Alezanna conceded. “Let’s go show it off to Sal and see what he thinks of it.”
The two shipmates left the bedroom and troubled pasts behind them as they made their way to the cockpit and a soon-to-be-impressed captain.
NEXT CHAPTER: The Ravenfang flies into trouble.
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