Rebecca is saved by her surviving crew.

In the nick of time, the Figurehead V's escape shuttle swooped in for the rescue. Standing in the open cockpit, Haruka caught her Captain, and together with the on-board backup copy of the artificial intelligence FV, the survivors headed for space, happy to live another day and eager to find the first civilized planet to throw themselves upon the mercy of.

...That would be a far too-tidy description of how things had ended.

The spherical escape pod was designed for one person. Haruka had caught Rebecca gracelessly and driven her into the pod, where she found her face shoved into the limited footspace of the only seat inside. Then, Haruka slid in after her. To her dismay, Rebecca found the android's legs sidling up alongside her, feeling the strange sensation of a synthetic woman's private area pressed againsy the back of her head. Her own panty-clad butt was surely obscuring any vision of the console. "H-h-hold on! Thank you, Haruka, but hold on! S-stop for a second so we can adjust this seating arrangement, would you?"

"... This seating arrangement is fine for our purposes," Haruka replied coldly. "FV... you can handle the automatic piloting?"

"Yes, Acting Captain Goshin. Estimated time of arrival to the nearest hospitable planet is one hour."

"Perfect. That seems sufficient time to address our situation. I'm sorry to say you've been put on temporary leave in light of the latest reports, Captain Astara."

"Whaaat?! Did those jerks forget we saved the human race?!" Rebecca kicked her legs again. "B-but really, Haruka, can't you stop this thing for a- gaaaah!!" The Captain went cross-eyed and clenched her teeth as she felt the fabric of her panties pulled downward in her upside-down position into the crack of her ass.

"I am sure the Squadron will have some disciplinary measures to impart. However, my own sense of justice demands satisfaction... You were thrust into the war early and never had time for a proper education, Captain. Allow me to do what I can in the limited time we have available...!"

"H-H-Haruka, no! As your Captain... no, as your friend... we survived the war together! W-we're both civilized adults! Don't- Aaaaagh!" Rebecca squealed again as the other woman's palm connected with her butt. "I'm waving the white flag here! Y-you know, surrendering! So don't- hiiiii!!" The smaller woman's legs flailed and hit a button on the console by accident.

FV's voice interrupted the two of them. "Transmissions opened. Now broadcasting open communications."

"Nooo! Anybody we pass will... H-Haruka! Stop! Turn it off! Harukaaaa!!" In desperation, finding her android ally still more interested in correcting her Captain than preserving their dignity, Rebecca tried to hit the same button she'd hit before.

"Command acknowledged. Engaging maximum speed. Estimated time of arrival now ten minutes."

"Huh? Oh! A lucky break, at last! Th-that's actually much beeeeeeeeeeeh-!!!"

The Captain's sigh of relief was immediately terminated as the two passengers where shoved against the front of the suddenly speeding spacecraft, Haruka's lips smashing against Rebecca's butt as she found her slit tickled by the Captain's hair.

The only saving grace for the undignified journey of the surviving crew of Figurehead V's final voyage was that, so compressed together, they couldn't accidentally hit another button and get themselves into more trouble as their shuttle hurtled through the stars. It was a downgrade from what they'd arrived in, but if the two managed to get back to human space at all with their latest track record, they'd be unable to complain...

Mekanee, meanwhile, had crawled her way to shore, her uniform clinging to her body as she clawed her way across the shore. "Did... you see that... everyone...? The combat genius... strikes again...! I defeated that huge battlecruiser... all on my lonesome...! Well... n-not entirely..."

The demon pulled herself up and then around to sitting position, gazing out on the wreckage of the two crafts that had met their end. "Meka-Stinger... I'll never forget you. All we vassals of the Demon Princess owe you a debt we can never repay. You gave your life to ward off an alien menace... Sniffle," she said aloud, wiping an imagined tear from her eye.

"Now... as for the lessons I learned today that I can apply to the development of the Meka-Stinger Mark II..." The demon stood and began wringing water out of her tassels. "That is... Eh. Probably not important. I mean, I did it this time, right? I'd say there's not much room for improvement! Ho ho haaaaachoo!" the wet woman sneezed, brushing the sand from the seat of her uniform as she returned to the tower.