The Transfer Part II
Some parts of this story may contain vulgar language not suitable for some people.
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Please Note, Obviously this continues from Part I of the story. To fully understand what is happening, I urge you, if you didn't already, to go and read part I. Thanks to all who read this and find this interesting.
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Jon walked down the purple lit hallway, until he came to what he thought was a lunch room. In it, there were about thirty Elites eating their food. Suddenly, upon him entering the room, everything went silent. All the talking, eating and moving. It all stopped. The just looked at him.
"What a flipin' sight I must be" He muttered.
He noticed something too, it seemed that every Elite he came across, even these ones in the lunch room were all female. Noticing that he felt extremely uncomfortable being watched by thirty potentially hostile Elites, he turned and walked out, leaving the door to close behind him.
"Holy shit!" He said aloud. "Elites can be pretty damn intimidating, whether they're female or not."
He stopped and thought this over. He remembered that since he got here, all the Elites he saw were female. Every last one. Not a single male in sight. Not that it truly mattered to him, Elites were Elites, no matter the gender. Every last one of them could rip his head off if he spoke out of line. He continued down the hallway, back to the bridge. The door beeped open to reveal that now, unlike before, there were Elites, all at their stations, coordinating things, giving orders and handling supplies.
He looked at the ship mistress. "So...I completed walking the ship's corridors." He said.
"That fast?" She said in amazement.
"Well...yea. My little stroll was cut short when I stepped into what I believe is your lunch room. Then every Elite in there looked as if they wanted to eat me." He said while nervously looking around.
The ship mistress simply giggled a little.
"What? Is it something I'm doing?" He asked.
"Oh, no" She said while giggling. "It's nothing."
This reassurance still didn't help him. Her giggling only made him more nervous.
"Usually when a woman giggles, she either has a secret, usually about you, or has something to hide." He mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Asked the ship mistress
Jon cleared his throat, "Nothing, umm...I was wondering, if you don't mind me asking, why haven't I seen any male Elites on board?"
The ship mistress tilted her head a little. "Did I not say before? This is a support ship, there is no need for any male intervention here."
She then lowered her head a little and said, "We also provide...some...services to the males when ever they demand it."
"Wow." Jon thought. "She sure put a lot of emphasis on saying the word services."
Then it clicked. Jon looked up at the ship mistress. "You mean like..." Jon was interrupted by the ship mistress nodding her head.
Jon looked down, now embarrassed. "Wow." He repeated.
Jon again cleared his throat, "Umm...I didn't mean to...invade your...personal life."
"No, it isn't me." She said in a lowered tone. "It's not me that has to provide that, but it's some of the others. That's why I worry."
"Really?" Jon said astonished. "The males only pick certain females?"
"Yes." Replied the ship mistress. "And they aren't to...kind with them" She said while looking up.
Jon was amazed. He just got a glimpse into some Elite culture. It seems that even thought these Sangheili were an advance species, they still carried out the primal function of using females only for breeding, and not even caring about their well being.
"Like they're using you." He muttered.
"Us females are used for any pleasure the males want. We can't truly hold any real position of power either. The only reason I'm a ship mistress, is because this is a support ship." She said dreadfully.
Jon understood. He males were ship masters of all the ships of combat importance. Destroyers, Carriers, even recon ships for the Elites were under the responsibility of a male, not female. So they reserved the non-combat type ships for the females, and they even put them on "support" ships to give them food, supplies and any other nourishment they needed.
This utterly disgusted Jon.
"Umm, I'm sorry, but...has every female here had herself...taken advantage of?" He asked while looking away.
"No, actually most haven't had any experience with males. That's why some, when they heard about their duty, were so afraid." She replied while looking at him.
"Oh..."Jon trailed off.
"That's why I giggled a little when you said all the Sangheili in the room stared at you when you walked in." She continued, "Most here haven't seen a male, or a Human male for that matter. They were...curious" She said while smiling.
Jon felt his face flush red again under his helmet. "So they were checking me out?" He wondered.
He didn't know whether to be flattered, or disgusted, or both. He never thought an alien would look at him in that way. He suddenly felt himself shudder.
"Are you alright?" Asked the ship mistress.
"Me? Heh, yea, I'm alright...uhhh, soo." Jon said while looking around nervously.
"Sooo?" Asked the ship mistress.
Jon cleared his throat once more and stood strait, "So, umm. I was wondering, where are we heading exactly?"
The ship mistress activated a small hologram on her chair to reveal a planet. "We are going to orbit around this planet, and then use the sling-shot energy to go to this asteroid belt. There's an outpost that needs supplies in that belt."
She was about to say something else when they were interrupted by a jolting slam. Jon hit the ground hard on his face.
"Jesus!" He said aloud. "What the hell was that?"
The ship mistress, nearly thrown from her chair, up righted herself and looked over to the Elite to her right.
The Elite looked down frantically at the screen and replied, "Fires on decks G through L. Slipspace drive offline. Port engine is completely off, and Starboard engine is leaking fuel and coolant!"
"What the hell hit us?" Jon said while trying to read the alien script on the holo-screen.
"Two plasma salvos were fired at us. First missed, but the other scored a direct hit on the Port engine, destroying it, and traveled through the Starboard engine." Replied the Elite at the screen.
"Plasma? But who else has plasma weapons?" Jon said while looking up at the ship mistress.
"Jiralhanae" Replied the ship mistress with a hiss. "Weapons! Status?" She yelled at the Elite to her left.
"Negative, all taken out, fires have also detonated a cache of reserved energy for our weapon systems." She replied.
The ship mistress lowered her head into her hands. The entire crew of eight stood looking at her for further instruction. Suddenly there was another jolting blast.
"Plasma torpedo! Starboard side!" Cried an Elite standing at a station. "Shields have failed from the first and second salvo, we'll never survive another direct hit"
"Communications have been destroyed!" Said one.
"I'm picking up multiple contacts on radar!" Replied another.
"I'm not going down with out a fight!" Cried another, activating her energy sword.
"Enough!" Yelled the ship mistress.
Everything went silent, save the alarms going off and constant beeping. Everyone watched the ship mistress sit back down. Calmly she activated a hologram of the planet on her chair.
"Set a trajectory for that planet." She made a graceful gesture with her hand. "It, with it's grace and the gods on our side, shall be our safe haven."
Part III Coming soon...