The Princess Crisis

The Rescue

Commander Zayne was true to his word, he had them in a secluded orbit exactly as he had said he would. His guests, as he thought of them, were already in the civilian shuttle that had no ties to Cartiss and were being launched. Once they were on their way to the planet he would move the Anarania to a safe hiding spot behind one of the planet's moons.

"They are at a safe distance, sir," one of the officers of the deck announced.

"Very well, move us to position Kilhol and rig for ultra quiet," Zayne commanded. He watched as the bridge crew followed his orders.

It took under twenty minutes for Bennett to pilot the civilian shuttle from the point the Anarania had let them off to the main traffic route into Andost, the capital of Kegonot. Then another ten to navigate to the safe house. The best part of the safe house was there was a landing pad on the roof. They were immediately met by a tall muscular male dressed in flowing linen pants and a flowery print, button front shirt that wasn't buttoned, showing off his tight chest.

"I'm Priminolio Mirez, keeper of the house, you can call me Prim. You must hurry, there is a lot of activity on the streets for some reason."

"You don't know what's going on?" Bennett asked as they followed Prim down the stairway from the landing pad.

"Unfortunately, no ... it all started this sunrise ..."

"Fine, just make sure you're ready to help us get the shuttle off when we get back ..."

"Yes, of course ..." Prim replied, then before opening the front door he looked them over.

Bennett was dressed similarly to Prim, flowing linen pants that were tied at the waist, and a print shirt that was held together with four of the six buttons. This was needed as he had a PP-18 pistol in a waistband holster tucked in his back. The PP-18, a personal pistol, was slightly larger than the PP-12 that Joy was carrying.

"You should unbutton at least two more buttons, sir," Prim advised.

"Can't" he replied, holding up his shirt to show the holster.

Next under Prim's review was Joy. She was wearing similar pants to Seshama, tight and stretchy, allowing for movement. They got a frown from Prim, but he accepted the pants. His eyes lingered a bit longer than they should over Joy's top. She was wearing a traditional sheer cropped top common among young women on Kegonot. In the holster tucked into the back of her waistband was the PP-12 she'd brought from Cartiss.

Finally, Prim looked over Seshama. He shook his head at her pants.

"Someone of your stature should not be in pants ..."

"I didn't bring anything else, besides I need the ability to move."

Prim shook his head again then looked at the rest of Seshama. Her top wasn't sheer like Joy's, it was more like a vest. This was more traditional for slightly older women without a life partner, although that's not how they referred to the joining as they did on Cartiss. It was as much a punishment as an invitation to be approached.

"There should only be one button closed," Prim instructed.

Seshama had noticed Prim staring at Joy's chest, so she unbuttoned the two buttons and shook her large breasts causing both to pop out.

"One button doesn't work for me," she told him as she stuffed herself back into the top.

Joy noticed not only Prim's eyes but Bennett's loiter over Seshama's loose breasts.

"Okay, maybe one more, but that is the limit, otherwise you will be noticed as an off-worlder."

"Fine ... but my boobs are gonna be popping out," Seshama snipped.