Space Corps Directive "Giga Beast"

Who: Amber, Castillo
Where: Command Deck
When: After the Jailbreak
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Amber had beat a quick exit from Deck 13 and headed straight
for the bridge. She had agreed with Rosette that whilst the ex-stowaway would
lead ‘La Revolution’ she would act as a double agent, feeding them Castillo and
the corrupt JMC’s plans in an attempt to gain the advantage.
 
She walked onto the Command Deck and was a bit surprised
that more of the JMC goons had moved in. The empty spaces had been filled by
nameless yes men that didn’t question orders and fawned at the presence of the
‘Almighty Castillo’. Amber took her seat at the Navigation helm and looked
about, the room was silent, none of the normal hubbub and chatter that filled
the room. Everyone was quiet and focused on their workstations. Amber noted
that as much as she was a monstrous bitch Castillo had inspired efficiency in
the crew that had taken over. One question niggled at her mind though.
 
“Where are my crew?” Amber asked. She didn’t notice the slip
of the tongue she made, thinking of her colleagues as family and as their
Captain.
 
“Ah threw ‘dem in ze brig.” She said, swishing her hair in a
L'Oreal fashion.
 
“What did they do?” Amber asked, trying to keep the 
anger and defence out of her voice and replace it with curiosity.
 
“Disobeying direct orders, breaching Space Corps Directive 6,666,666
subsection 6 paragraph 6. Oh, and ze little matter of Treason against the Space
Corps.” She said dismissively, peering over the shoulder of the sensor
operator, who took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of her ample cleavage
through her very low cut officers shirt.
 
“6,666,666? You mean they disrespected the attire of a
Senior officer?” Amber asked, more taken aback that Castillo would throw
someone in jail for commenting on her outfit.
 
“Oui, it was zat Keto fellow. He said ah looked like a common
French whore.” She harrumphed and swished her hair again.
 
Amber looked over the woman and couldn’t help giggling. She
was dressed in an officers uniform, with the buttons on a shirt that was one
size too small undone, so that her cleavage strained against the material. Her
skirt was halfway up her thighs, the suspenders peeping out below the hem. Her
blonde hair and overly made up appearance didn’t help when combined with the
choking perfume she had lathered herself in, the impression was a little....
slutty.
 
“I can’t possibly see why.” Amber said, digging her nails
into her hand to stop herself from laughing. Castillo’s eyes narrowed, but she
said nothing.
 
“Get ze engineering boys to fix my missiles!” She barked at
the communications officer.
 
---- A few days later ----
 
Amber was riffling through the desk in the Captains office
looking for the orders that the JMC had sent through. Having turned the
paperwork upside down and sucking up to Castillo for the last few days, Amber
was getting frustrated at not getting what she needed. She opened the laptop
and began to search through the e-mails in Microsoft Outlook. It didn’t take
her long to find the locked folder. Using her PDA she sent a quick e-mail to
Rufus and Rosette and closed down the lid.
 
Castillo’s face peered across the desk at her from the
doorway.
 
“Smeg.” Amber said.
 
“I hereby strip you of all rank and dishonourably dismiss you
as the power of my command gives me. GUARDS! TAKE HER AWAY!” She bellowed, two
security goons appeared and slapped holo-cuffs on Amber.
 
“Amber Keats-Febuggure, you are hereby placed under arrest
by order of the JMC.”  They said, dragging the struggling woman off to
Deck 13 for the  second time in her life.
 
“At least I’ll get to see my Canary buddies again! You’re
going down French tart!” Amber yelled as she was frog marched away.
 
 
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