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Authors: Liberty Stafford
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in an oily black cloth in a rucksack. Moving like a shadow, she stuck close to the stone buildings, a few passersby knocking into her but that was Ratt Pirates and Populus nature.
Hans had been right. Populus was a mess. She hardly recognised the landscape any longer. All the buildings and landmarks she had once known had been either demolished or peppered with bullets so the whole place looked like the war zone it was. Even so, the large building that the top brass Ratt Pirates were using as their base still stood higher than anything else, shoddy as it was.
Outside the building, was parked a large carrier and a few pods, presumably to guard the largest carrier. In front of the main entrance, several armed Ratt Pirates patrolled, their pockets filled with ammunition, poison pellets and other weaponry. There was no way she was getting into the building easily.
Hiding behind the remains of what once was someone’s home, Brandana took a high position, sheltering and watching through the small holes of what used to be a window. She could still see old wallpaper on the walls and fragments of a curtain.
As she watched the guards, no pattern in their behaviour would allow her an easy entrance. Whoever was inside must be important as they were very well protected.
She needed another entrance. Brandana looked curiously towards the roof of the building. A memory intruded. Years ago, she had been there before. Not with Hans, with some boy she had dated, someone older, a rebel. She remembered with a small, but serious smile, how he used to drag her around Populus, surveying everything on the pretence of getting her alone. It never got him anywhere and she couldn’t even remember his name now. However, she could remember something much more important.
A glass dome covered the old library. If it was still there, she could perhaps gain access through it. First, she had to get up there. Luckily, Brandana was quite a climber. One of the tomboy sports her mother had hated her partaking of was rock climbing and abseiling and, in her mission to rid the planet of Ratt Pirates, this skill had come in handy more than once before.
In the rucksack under her cape, she pulled out a length of rope with a metal grappling claw tied to its end. On her fifth attempt, the grappling hook seemed to snag something secure. Quickly, she hid again. Alerted by the clanking noise, the guards scurried around, asking each other questions but calmed down when all seemed well. Brandana secured the other end of the rope around the dog eared window. Was she high enough to shimmy along without being seen? She was not sure but there was no other way. She had to find out.
Chapter Sixteen
A Busy Schedule
Word spread quickly. The cute masseur gave perks. All four of Marlie’s Martian friends had visited him over as many days. He was very much enjoying his new career. He had managed to hide the fact that he was a bipene from these ladies for two good reasons. Firstly, in the back of his mind, he did wonder whether Queen Uno would be looking for him and therefore wanted to keep that part of his identity a secret. Secondly, most importantly, bipenes only ever achieve true happiness, a pure contentment, with two true loves. Then and only then would he use his two penises. Of course, those unlucky enough to be in slavery in the palace, had to use them no matter what, but that was denying their true nature. Devon had thought he had come halfway close to finding that fulfilling relationship up on Hans’ ship but Brandana had left him. Yes, he understood why but no, he was not thrilled about it, and he missed her.
What his boss would make of his new gigolo status, he was not sure. In fact, Margo did not care a jot so long as she was making money and, with Devon on the crew, the beauty suite was doing a roaring trade.
Before the Martian’s left for home, Marlie saw fit to write a little note which she slipped into the bedside
Hans had been right. Populus was a mess. She hardly recognised the landscape any longer. All the buildings and landmarks she had once known had been either demolished or peppered with bullets so the whole place looked like the war zone it was. Even so, the large building that the top brass Ratt Pirates were using as their base still stood higher than anything else, shoddy as it was.
Outside the building, was parked a large carrier and a few pods, presumably to guard the largest carrier. In front of the main entrance, several armed Ratt Pirates patrolled, their pockets filled with ammunition, poison pellets and other weaponry. There was no way she was getting into the building easily.
Hiding behind the remains of what once was someone’s home, Brandana took a high position, sheltering and watching through the small holes of what used to be a window. She could still see old wallpaper on the walls and fragments of a curtain.
As she watched the guards, no pattern in their behaviour would allow her an easy entrance. Whoever was inside must be important as they were very well protected.
She needed another entrance. Brandana looked curiously towards the roof of the building. A memory intruded. Years ago, she had been there before. Not with Hans, with some boy she had dated, someone older, a rebel. She remembered with a small, but serious smile, how he used to drag her around Populus, surveying everything on the pretence of getting her alone. It never got him anywhere and she couldn’t even remember his name now. However, she could remember something much more important.
A glass dome covered the old library. If it was still there, she could perhaps gain access through it. First, she had to get up there. Luckily, Brandana was quite a climber. One of the tomboy sports her mother had hated her partaking of was rock climbing and abseiling and, in her mission to rid the planet of Ratt Pirates, this skill had come in handy more than once before.
In the rucksack under her cape, she pulled out a length of rope with a metal grappling claw tied to its end. On her fifth attempt, the grappling hook seemed to snag something secure. Quickly, she hid again. Alerted by the clanking noise, the guards scurried around, asking each other questions but calmed down when all seemed well. Brandana secured the other end of the rope around the dog eared window. Was she high enough to shimmy along without being seen? She was not sure but there was no other way. She had to find out.
Chapter Sixteen
A Busy Schedule
Word spread quickly. The cute masseur gave perks. All four of Marlie’s Martian friends had visited him over as many days. He was very much enjoying his new career. He had managed to hide the fact that he was a bipene from these ladies for two good reasons. Firstly, in the back of his mind, he did wonder whether Queen Uno would be looking for him and therefore wanted to keep that part of his identity a secret. Secondly, most importantly, bipenes only ever achieve true happiness, a pure contentment, with two true loves. Then and only then would he use his two penises. Of course, those unlucky enough to be in slavery in the palace, had to use them no matter what, but that was denying their true nature. Devon had thought he had come halfway close to finding that fulfilling relationship up on Hans’ ship but Brandana had left him. Yes, he understood why but no, he was not thrilled about it, and he missed her.
What his boss would make of his new gigolo status, he was not sure. In fact, Margo did not care a jot so long as she was making money and, with Devon on the crew, the beauty suite was doing a roaring trade.
Before the Martian’s left for home, Marlie saw fit to write a little note which she slipped into the bedside
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