The Prison

Calvo had seen a fair amount of ugly **** in his time. Even he, however, was taken aback by the scenes at the prison, or rather, what was left of it. At the time he had thought the attack had been a simple raid, but clearly the intention had been to destroy the site altogether, to raze the prison from Tau-Ceti Two's surface altogether. This had not been an attempt to free prisoners. The attack carried the stink of Merc-Pirates, out for what they could get.

Two guardswomen, Twelve and Eighteen, were huddled together, the taller blonde comforting the slim, brunette, her arms around her lover, stroking her short, dark hair. Calvo began to salvage what supplies he could from among the wreckage and the bodies.

Food was not going to be a problem, at least, although they were all going to be heartily sick of emergency dried rations long before they reached the nearest settlement. More worrying was the fact that all of the armory's weapons had clearly been looted. Calvo did not relish the prospect of the journey unarmed, and with the guardswomen carryng nothing more powerful than painsticks and stunguns.

He glanced back at Twelve and Eighteen. The tall, nordic girl's hands were stroking up and down Twelve's back , easing downward on to the curves of petite guardswoman's wonderfully pert little backside, seemingly having forgotten Calvo was nearby.....