Galaxy Pirates

Chapter 48: Young Captain's Revenge

The Galaxy Navy Headquarters was located on Planet Raden – the cradle of the Radenoids – whence the whole universe had gotten its name (since it was the Radenoids who named it, and, spreading their language through multiple colonies they had so forcefully gotten a hold of, their terms had long been in common usage). The Radenoids had conquered lands and spread infinitely throughout the universes. They had forgotten the laws of their gods – the Herminoids. They enjoyed experimenting on forces of life, whose results were the unstable and unpredictable species of humans amidst many other creatures such as centaurs (the Hermin blended with the Uma), merpeople (the Hermin blended with the Jok), fairies (the Hermin blended with the Moba), and a lot of unsorted and unnamed monsters.

Even though, to many other species, the actions of the Radenoids and the Reptiloids seemed similarly atrocious, the Radenoids considered themselves divine beings having long surpassed "the dull, laid-back, and careless attitude" of the Herminoids. They believed their deeds to be sacred and heavenly. One of such faithful pursuers of the Radenese Code was Admiral Zenon wan Buetter, who sincerely believed he was working for the best interest of the whole Raden Universe. The likes of him were a kind-hearted bunch – tolerant and welcoming towards other creatures, more so if it was Hermin species like them. However, there were many other types of Radenoids too, among whom we could name the Hugwert Clan – the prideful upper middle class to have founded the Galaxy Navy ages ago under the leadership of Yord Lamalo Hugwert. This fellow did not think about benefits for the Hermin-kind. He only cared about his own glory, hence, had founded a powerful military force that ran under the leadership of his clan even nowadays: the current marshal of the Galaxy Navy was Yord Lamalo's direct descendant, Yord Ligadict Hugwert, and the future marshal to take his place was yet still a vice-admiral – his only son Rimil.

Since they were an upper middle class, one step below the noblemen of the 'wan' title (the wan Buetter too fell in this latter category), the Hugwert had a severe inferiority complex running through their very genes. They always strove to reach higher and higher, yet could never be satisfied. Even now when they held the marshal position by heritage, they could not be contented – they oppressed every noble subordinate of theirs whenever they had a chance. Since with the noblemen, they couldn't go all out in terms of insults and oppression, they further mistreated their low-class servants. As the servants too held some rights, the Hugwert never ceased to hoard slaves in order to abuse them to their heart's content and have fun watching their utter misery.

Neither Rimil Hugwert was an exception – every servant in the Hugwert Mansion would describe him as "a vulgar young man with no sense of compassion". That he indeed was – a lover of feasts (more so if bolb-wine could be found on the table), with a keen eye for lissom and curvy females of lower Hermin species he would freely force himself upon, and an adorer of every minutely pleasure a man of such a lack of conscience as him could possibly find. Shortly, he was his father's split image. The servants thought it to be good his mother had passed away while giving him birth, so that "a noble soul such as she would never witness having given life to this atrocity".

Now, after his and Admiral Hamingo's joint victory over the Shark Tooth Pirate fleet of thirty ships, Rimil was in quite a joyful mood. He had just returned from a lively party at Hamingo's. He staggered around in corridors for long until he finally managed to access his room. He burped once, then a second time, emitting the disgusting scent of bolb fruits after they got rotten. It often happened to heavy drinkers who didn't know when to pause with the bolb-wine hence the drink would directly hit their kidneys. Rimil trotted up to his bed and dropped onto it, roughly distinguishing the surroundings with his half-blurred vision. Apparently not having had enough of the party, he rang a call with his contact-device that served as a summoning of servants. Presently the main court lady – a stout Dionoid woman – entered and bowed: