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Drake followed the pirate's grunted directions until he came to the bow of the ship. He clenched his teeth as the pirate pushed him into the chair. It was all he could do to keep from lashing out as restraints clamped down around his wrists. The only thing that kept him from fighting back was the laser trained on his back. Even knowing he was out-gunned and out-numbered it wasn't easy to keep his temper in check as he waited to meet the pirate that held his fate in his hands.

"Stars help you, boy. You're going to need all the help you can get." The pirate scampered off with a cackle. The redhead followed him silently.

Trapped in the chair with nothing to look at but the ship's console in front of him, Drake tried to get an idea of where in space they were. None of the usual navigational equipment was in sight. In fact, the entire console looked like it had been pieced together from parts of other ships with nothing lining up the right way.

The long console had once been white but now looked a rather dismal gray color. The wide vid screen had scratches all over it distorting his view of space and the seat he was strapped into had been patched and repaired several times over.

The restraints seemed to be in working order though.

He was craning his neck to try to get a glimpse of what looked like an Imperial seal on the hyper-drive when boot heels clanked behind him. The tread was slow and deliberate. Whoever this captain was, he was in no rush to get here.

"So what do we have here? Smells like Traminian scum to me." The voice was low and husky but nowhere near manly.

Drake kept his mouth shut. He'd speak with the captain and no one else. With teeth clenched to keep back any hasty retorts, Drake waited for the woman behind him to make her game known.

"What? Limpa got your tongue? Don't you have anything to say?" The voice whispered right into his ear, sending a jolt of lust through him in spite of the situation.

"I'll say my piece to the captain, not to his doxy," Drake answered, mad at his traitorous body and the game-playing vixen behind him.

"Then let's hear it, Traminian. I'm Triona Fallon, captain of The Bunny's Revenge, and you're my prisoner.

 

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