5 months later

“Care to repeat that.” You say massaging your temples.

You sit in conference room, your most important slaves stand in line under the wall.

Before you kneel Renelle and Aadi.

Both women clothed in, what you designed, a navy uniform: high heel boots covering ankles, thick black stockings, garter-belt, black panties and thigh short black dress with long sleeves zipped in front.

They just returned from 4 month long journey.

They were supposed to sell grain that Howe colony produced.

With income they made, they were supposed to buy tools necessary for your dominium’s expansion.

But…

“The grain is cheap. With the income we made, we could buy only fraction of necessary equipment.” Renelle repeats.

“We should have sold you. With your fat udders, we could make quite an income.” Aadi said to her fellow Captain.

“Oh? Is that jealousy that I hear? You are right, the price for me would be quite high. The money from you, on the other hand, with your pitiful tits, would barely be enough to buy a blaster.” Renelle retorted.

“Why you-!”

“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!” You interrupt any retort Aadi was about to make.

At your raised voice both women shutted their mouths and lowered their heads.

Seriously, this two hated each other with passion.

“With that kind of income, it will take us centuries if not millenniums, to build any meaningful economy. What they bought will cover only some equipment maintenance.” Doctor Karimian commented.

You sighted. You wanted to set some real defences, before pirates, raiders or some foreign government will notice you.

“…Maybe slaves are the answer.” Captain Cari said.

You sent Aadi a warning, making her shut her mouth before making any comment about selling Renelle, and looked at Cari.

“What you have in mind?” You ask.

“We could raid one of planets, abduct some population and sell them as slaves. That would give us a boost of credits.”

“You want us to raid a planet with barely seventy Guardswomen? That’s risky.” Rena said

“Not if it’s underdeveloped planet.” Cari countered. “We know of few underdeveloped worlds. Some are remnants of nuclear wars, on some planets a ship crashed and crew stayed there for millenniums – sometimes with working cloning devices, sometimes that are colonies of some cults or technology haters. Their technology can be pretty varied: from stones, swords and bows to some strange designs of lasers, armour or modern vibroswords.”

That was actually pretty good idea.

“I propose a modification to that idea” Karimian interjected. “There are some really expensive plants, that require intense human care. They don’t grow well with industrial methods. If we trained these slaves-”

“Plantations.” You interrupt. “ You want to start a plantations.”

She nods.