Finding out your new assignment.

You were led back in the throne room, walking in your black uniform, followed by your two naked and well fucked slaves. (well, one well fucked and one just frustrated.) Stretton was clearly expecting you and you wonder how much time the sick bastard had wasted watching you claim your two former crewmates.

"Very good Captain Thorn, I see that you will fit perfectly in the new order of things." Stretton, who had a different girl sucking him this time, was holding a small sphere of a light grey material barely larger than an egg. "Do you know what this is?"

You thought it was a joke, some new test. It couldn't be what you thought it was.

"Well if I didn't know better I'd say that this is a Grey datacore; but given that there was never one retrieved intact it might be something else." You replied a little distracted by the blonde on her knees at Stretton's feet, this one much younger, perhaps freshly enlisted right out of school, than the brunette Stretton had been abusing earlier and you wondered what she thought of her new role in the Fleet.

"It is one and it is intact. My men boarded a ship of those little monsters almost twenty years ago, most of them died and of course when the battle was almost won the bastards blew up their ship as they always do. We retrieved a dead marine floating in space with this in his hand, he had jumped through a hull breach just before the explosion and his armor shielded it from the blast." The admirals eyes burned with a fever and you too felt his excitement.

The Greys were the second race of advanced species that humanity had to share the galaxy with. The large reptilian Draykchin were a ruthless race of slaves and war mongers, but as bad as they were you could get why they did things. The small bald and naked humanoids with their vicious black eyes and grey skin were a much more troubling mystery.

As easily imagined due to their bulbous head they had a very large intellect, only matched by their cruelty. A whole race of insane sociopaths that evolved to only eat the brain of other sentient creatures; they sailed the galaxy in highly advanced ships to harvest food and perform unspeakably horrific experiments on other creatures.

Little of their technology had been acquired even after such a long war with them they rejoiced so much in inflicting suffering that they destroyed their ships in defeat just to deprive the winner of their prize, a working datacore would be a priceless treasure.

"It's incredible, what is on it?" you asked wanting to know more.

"I couldn't let the spineless weasels at Fleet Command get hold of it, they would have given it to those clowns in the Senate. I had five lead engineers try to decrypt it, most have failed. The fifth one, the one that you will soon replace, got a fragment decrypted." Stretton told you, the threat was clear enough, you couldn't fail and survive.

"What was it about? Some technology?" You were genuinely fascinated by this challenge. Your two crewmembers were showing little interest, you didn't know if it was because of their new status or that they just failed to grasp the importance of such a discovery. Alternatively, you had done such a good job in room 404 that they were still stunned by your treatment of them.

"The lead Grey, a scientist or captain of the ship had a hidden research base, one he kept secret from even his own hierarchy hidden on a remote world. This is the system Captain Thorn," you wondered a little how Stretton could be so sure, but you hoped he was right or you had no chance to survive, "you will finish the decryption and find that base then you will unlock its secrets and with them we will take over the whole federation." The Admiral paused long enough to grab the ****-girl at his feet by her braids and empty his balls down her throat as she gagged on his cock. Then with a sickly smile he pushed the chocking teenager down the steps and turned his attention back to you.

"Your ship has been repaired Thorn, and your new crew is already on board, I expect results and I want them quickly." A naked **** took the priceless artifact and brought it to you, while two marines stepped out of the shadows and dragged the blonde teenager away.

You were led out of the room, going back to the shuttle pad to return to your ship. You had a hard time believing they had been able to repair the torpedo damage as well as the breach in the airlock in just over six hours, but on the other hand, if the new Lord-Admiral said something needed to be done you did not want to be the man who didn't make it happen. The Grey datacore felt cool in your hand, and you realized that that was the exact position you had been placed in.

If you fail, you will die, but if you succeed and you will empower a megalomaniac intent on conquering the universe and turning the planets of the UTF into his personal fiefdoms, where he could reign like an Emperor from the dark times.