Brass Tax Before the Fun

"I can think of a few things." Jessica replied, now that the offer had been made there was no way she was leaving this ship without having her those absolute melons around her cock. "We do have just a bit of brass tax to get through first. We're still processing but it looks like about 667 total. The 67 being slaves that were on board. Forty of those being communal pleasure slaves and twenty seven being personal.

Of the communal fifteen are recovered UCA, Five are Directorate, ten are Federation, five Vikings and the rest are Incan.

Of the personal six are UCA, sixteen are Vikings, and five are Federation" Jessica read off.

"Quite the haul." Dakota said, "We'll owe about 90 prisoners to the ass tax." She said, using one of the many colorful terms for the UCA's share of the **** haul, "Any of them pregnant?"

"All the Vikings are, the rest of the communals were on birth control. For the personal slaves other than the Vikes, 3 of the UCA are and all of the Fed girls."

"It sounds like we'll have some new citizens then." Dakota said with a shrug.

"One of the pregnant UCA has requested to accompany the repats." Obviously on a warship with slaves there were going to be babies born. Like all vessels expected for extended missions the Wind of Autumn had a nursery. As those within were IAA citizens and civilians incapable of making informed decisions about entering a war zone they would be repatriated to the IAA as soon as possible.

"Why would she want to do that?" Dakota asked, "And what does her contract say?"

"She's clear from the contract perspective. I don't have the full details but two of the repats are apparently her's. She's a fifteen year in year ten." Jessica explained

"Colony mods I presume?" Dakota asked, probably referring to the quick turnaround between having twins and already being pregnant again. Jessica confirmed quickly and nodded. "Well I have my opinions but in the end if its what she wants… but as the primary capture authority wouldn't that be the call of you and your ship's captain?"

"My captain wanted your opinion. We're not quite as well versed in these kind of niceties as you are." Jessica explained, the memory of Liz's face turning pale as she'd realized the magnitude of what had just been accomplished a very fond memory. Even now she probably had her head buried in the instruction and regulation manuals. This was an entirely different ruleset from their usual MO.

"Ah. I see. Well if this situation is what I think it you'll want to check with the owner to ensure all of the relevant visa and other requirements have been settled. With the time periods involved here you may actually want to leave her collared, or braceleted as I suspect the case to be, in order to simplify things. If a power of attorney wasn't drafted you'll need to make sure one is filed under the-"

Jessica wasn't sure she understood half of what was described but she made sure to record it so she could give it to JAG on her return and they could make sure it was all done.

"Of course." Dakota finished, "That's only if you decide to grant her request."

"I'll let Li- Lieutenant Commander Forrester make the final call." Jessica said. "Anything for the rest of them?"

"My people fought hard Major. I know we were in a bad spot but I would like to reward that." They had also technically been the reason the IAA was so distracted making the full operation possible. Plus there wasn't quite enough room on the Shadow of Vengeance to take all of the 551 remainder with them even if they wanted to. Every Marine would be getting at least one though, Jessica wouldn't settle for less than that. In the end there was no reason not to be generous.

"With our ship being so limited on space I suppose I can let your girls have second pick. After my Marines and Liz's folks naturally." They both knew how generous the offer was and Dakota's smile got bigger.