Visit, with Clothes and Food.

Sargent Joanna Green stood before the doorway to the guest chambers, noting with not a small amount of dark humor that she's faced preditory aliens with acidic bodily fluids, assassins from the farthest backwords, all the horrors of the slavers, and with all that she's never been this nervous. A quiet giggle to herself, she checks her parcels one last time before pressing the door's comm button.

"Collins? The is Sargent Green."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"May I come in?"

"I'm not exactly decent, can't find any Men's clothes."

"That's why I'm here, that and to escort you to the galley- you're probably starving."

"You bet I am. Come on in."

The door slides away, revealing a cleaned up Collins currently using bedsheets as a makeshift toga. You'd never guess that yesterday he had gone three days without sleep.

"Although at this point I'd just settle for pants. Thanks." He says, opening the packages and spotting a pair of underwear. Without so much as a warning and probably even less though he lets the sheet fall, giving Joanna a view of well toned abs and a very generous cock. He slips the underwear and the rest of the clothes, simple pants and a t-shirt with civilian markings, on quickly- finally turning back to a brightly blushing Joanna.

"Oh- sorry," he chuckles, "should of said something. You said you had food?"

"Um, yeah. . ." she begins, retaining composure, "follow me."

The leave the room together, walking side by side down the corridors. As they pass other women of Angel Company few pretend to not ogle Collins, and the occasional wolf whistle embarreses Joanna to no end.

"If you want them to stop I'll order them to."

"Meh, it's probably karma."

"If you're sure."

"It's alright, how many women are on this ship anyway?"

"A full company, about 200 at any given time. Any other class blues are there?"

"Don't know, never met another one. I'm kind of an expirement."

"That sounds I like a line you'd use to get women to sleep with you."

"Nah, Usually I tell them that by just looking at them they have given me an erection and I was wondering if they'd like to help me use it."

"That works?"

"Not all the time, but with the relative rarity of even class Yellow's and that kind of compliment it's good enough."

"Heh, okay- so what was this expirement?"

"Well, Mom was a geneticist who was working on a way to fix the genome. The good news is she invented a process that refines the DNA in sperm. It pretty much gaurentees that a resulting child will be whatever gender you want and if you want a male child he's going to be at least class Green."

"Whoa."

"Bad news is you have to destroy other sperm to do it. Something about taking the good bits and casting off the rest, don't understand the genetics myself. She got sent to a prison asteroid for for ruining just shy of 300 usable samples, pregnant from her own research as it turned out. By the time she finished the radio and someone picked up the signal I was just a few months shy of legal breeding age anyway so I just kept going."

"Into the superstud of the known universe."

"Not as hard as you'd think it would be when you technically have 74 biological fathers. What's your story?"

"Not much to tell. Born a military brat, mom was infantry and dad was the ship's cook. Did good enough on my exams to be put on officer track, and here I am."

"That can't be all there is to it."

"Afraid so."

"No, I don't believe it. I'm picturing at least having a man in every port."

"Nope- it's just been my ship, my squad, my armor, and my gun."

"Interesting," Henry says with a cryptic smile, "So, what's good at the galley?"

With a man to impress the ship's cooks really out did themselves, what was to be a quick bite for nutricion ending up being a 2-hour four-course meal. Not that anyone really seemed to mind. The conversation between Henry and Joanna took one turn after another, and always seemed pleasent. About half-way through Joanna noticed that her squad members were running interferrence, turning back some of the other women in Angel Company somehow- the method still a mystery.

Satisfied, Joanna escorted Henry Collins back to his quarters- and the door seems to appear way to soon.

"Joanna?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to come inside?"