What do you do with a drunken sailor?What do you do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning.

You didn't drink. Drinking was something people do with friends and loved ones, to have fun, celebrate or create an intimate atmosphere. You had little to none of any of those in your life.

You drank the whole pitcher of cocktail, you had poured the whole liquor bottle into that pitcher.

You woke up with an atrocious headache, a painfully filled bladder and a crotch sticky with dried cum.

Your ears were ringing and there were loud thumps. You never drank that much and your rare encounters with hangovers were nothing compared to this.

"Clear! No threat, two bodies on the beach!" Said a loud amplified deep voice.

"Two more under the sand, I got thermal only on the guy. " Replied another very similar in tone and equal warped by the speakers.

"That's gross, was he fucking that dead girl?" Asked a female voice, you heard that one directly, not through the amplification of power armor.

"Maybe he killed her while fucking her, maybe that's what he did to the ones that are buried. " Replied a different girl's voice. higher in pitch than the first.

Could you be that drunk that you were hearing voices in the morning?

You opened your eyes and were blinded by the bright sun.

On the beach facing you were the two hulking shapes of marines wearing power armor with NorthAm Consortium Terran markings and two girls with dark skin, black hair and strange red dots on their forehead wearing fleet issued flight suits with PanPacific Directorate badges. Behind them was one shuttle from the Acheron whose heated thruster emitted the ear piercing sound that caused your headache.

"It's not a girl, I get readings for metal. It's a fucking sexbot! An expensive one too." reported the first Marine. A corporal Vernon Crawford according to his armor.

they were close enough for you to read their badges on their chest-plates.

The other marine was private Markus Powell. The two women were the pilots of the shuttle two ensigns , Virajini Pardeshi and Prina Devagida.

"He is awake! " said Powell out of the loud speakers of his blue red and white power-armor suit.

Your full bladder and usual morning wood gave you an erection that you were unlikely to lose any time soon.

You believed yourself doomed, abandoned, with no chance of ever seeing an human being. The situation they found you in was not a very good first impression to give them.

You tried to think quickly of what you could tell them and how to justify what they were seeing.