Disable them and board their vessel

"Much as I might like to destroy slaver scum," you turn away from your officers and look at the criminal ship displayed on the main screen, "we are not savages. There may be innocents aboard that ship. Disable their drives and prepare to launch the **** ships."

You turn your back to the display and find Battle Commander Tyson is already grinning at the prospect of battle.

"Board their vessel, capture their crew." You place a hand on the big warrior's shoulder. "Try to avoid killing their cargo."

"Yes, ship's mistress!" Tyson salutes and departs the bridge. You can see Sneet's disapproval in his snarling expression. Oowara, on the other hand, smiles and looks at you with respect. In moments the battle has begun. The first salvo destroys the ship's shielding. The next blasts their engines to pieces in a series of blue-flamed explosions. It is clear they will be no match for the Venomed Dagger's firepower.

"Inform me once the enemy ship has been secured," you command. "I will be in my private office."

You return to your private office to contemplate Omicron-69. It is a vast complex of space stations somehow joined together long ago, before humans came to this area. Many criminals disappear into the hundreds of thousands aboard the ancient ship. Every species mingles, often violently, and every illicit good and service can be found. No surprise **** traders were headed to a place like that. But law must be brought even here. The Space Empire intends to conquer this region in the coming years and your mission is to feel out the criminal elements and track down wanted criminals. You've got a database full of them.

You're studying those criminals when the door chimes. You bid the visitor to enter and Oowara strides into your office with a warm smile, her slender hands clasped behind her back in a way that strains the contrasting blue swatch of fabric covering her breasts. She is gorgeous by all but the most xenophobic human standards. Very shapely. Aside from her blue skin and nearly all-black eyes she appears human. You do not know her well, but the Vixian people have become loyal servants of the Space Empire and are known for their wisdom and courage.

"Battle Commander Tyson has secured the enemy crew with minimal casualties," says Oowara. "There were a number of human colonists from Vaginus-V aboard that **** trader, including the daughter of Admiral Wulff. He has already issued a commendation for rescuing her."

"This is excellent news," you declare.

Oowara begins to depart, but you are feeling in a celebratory mood. You open the drawer of your desk and remove the rarely-consumed bottle of Vixian Brandy inside.

"Lieutenant Oowara," you call her back as you come around the desk holding glasses and the bottle. "Have a drink with me."

She does and you toast your victory. As the potent concoction takes hold of you the warmth of the drink suffuses your body and you feel arousal. Oowara is talking about her time at the academy, but you've seen her flirtation. You admire the ample swell of her breasts in her uniform, the way her long, slender legs are outlined by the black-sheened fabric of the bodysuit, and the soft jewel of brandy clinging to her upper lip. What you wouldn't do to that body of hers. She stops talking suddenly and looks into your eyes.

"Oh, my," she says. "Ship's Mistress..."

So she can read minds!

"Naughty girl," you say, putting down your drink. "I didn't invite you in."

"I'm sorry, captain," she says.

You lay your hand on her shapely thigh and give her a gentle squeeze. She moans slightly and you can see her nipples responding to your touch, pressing against the taut fabric of her uniform stretched over her large breasts. You slide your hand up her thigh and towards the the mound of her sex outlind by the nanoweave bodysuit. You've read on the datanet that Vixians adapt their genitalia to fit the circumstance. You wonder what's hiding in that suit of hers.

"I've been wanting to know what you Vixians have between your legs," you slur, a bit surprised at your own boldness.

"Shouldn't we at least retire to your quarters?" she asks as you lean your face towards hers for a kiss.

You pause. If you are quick about it you can have your fun before anyone is the wiser. Or you could retire to your quarters and meet the young Vixian officer there for a more thorough celebration. She's obviously game for either.