Man up and play it straight.

You raised yourself from the ground, standing straight. It was humiliating to stand naked in front of them but you had to show strength of character if you wanted them to respect you after what happened.

"I'm Captain Alexander Thorn of the UTF corvette Gorgon. I'm happy to see you; I thought I was alone in surviving the departure of the Fleet. Did your ship survive or is there only this shuttle?" you asked as confidently as you could under the circumstances. You would look better in uniform but you could at least broadcast the codes that would confirm your rank through your neural implant.

It was hard to read any kind of reaction from the armoured corporal who was looking you up and down with renewed interest. The effects of the **** were still clouding your senses, and the noise of their shuttle with its engine left running ready for an emergency take off, was wringing your brain.

"Pardeshi, give the Captain his uniform. And maybe something for his head injury. " Said Crawford, looking at the empty bottle of liquor in the sand.

"So captain, having fun? If I knew they gave those to officers I would have made rank a long time ago. " added Powell on a sarcastic tone.

"You need a brain to be an officer, not just a giant pair of balls, that why we're marines, Powell." Snapped Crawford at his suddenly silent subordinate before turning back to you with an apologetic shrug. "Sorry to disappoint, Sir, but it is just us. The frigate Shamsher was blown up by the scaly fuckers, lucky hits twice in a row on the main reactor. We had been sent out to retrieve escape pods from another ship, or we'd all be fried with them in the explosion."

"Here Captain, take this." said ensign Pardeshi, giving you your clothes and a painkiller from the med-satchel she was carrying around her slender waist. "Your ship was the only one we saw making planet-fall that didn't burn in the re-entry. We thought there might be survivors. "

You downed the pill and silently thanked the Fleet for providing fast acting painkillers as your splitting headache rescinded.

"Thanks." With the pain almost gone and the effects of the stimulant you could take care of a few basic things. "Unless you plan on getting away in the next minute you should cut off the thrusters. It will save fuel and reduce the chance of being detected."

You took a split second to admire the long graceful strides of Ensign Devagida as she ran to the shuttle to shut it down, both she and Pardeshi had the slender athletic figures that you had always found most appealing. Even that one thought was reviving your cock and you quickly focused on something other than her backside. You could have remotely shut down your ship with your Ophidean implant, the Pan Pacific Directorate with its endemic overpopulation issues often opted for quantity over quality for the implants provided to its population.

You awkwardly put on your uniform before any noticed the thickening of your penis, the officer training provided by the Fleet, while extensive in many aspects of protocol, didn't include tips on how to dress yourself in front of subordinates. Once dressed you pointed at the naked sex bot.

"This was smuggled on board the Gorgon, by someone else," no need to bring up any names, especially not admiral's, "instead of my repair bot and frankly I thought I would die soon and alone. " You saw that none of them believed that.

Well, now that you were in uniform and that your rank was recognized you could probably live with them thinking you had kinky tastes.

They all were looking at you expectantly. You realized then that they were waiting for orders. Commanding the small corvette for a day with its two crewmembers was one thing, you knew ships and felt at home in the support ship with its advanced engineering modules. You had no idea what to do once stranded on a jungle world.