Chapter 101: Fisticuffs

After ending her communication with Hailey, Kathrine began to rub her head. "I have a bad feeling brewing." Kathrine began to look around the room in an attempt to alleviate the encroaching headache when something caught her eye.

From where she sat, she could see straight into her wardrobe where Apollos power armour was standing menacingly. "Hmm." She got up from her seat and strode over to the suit. Inspecting it from all angles, from a safe distance, Kathrine grew stumped. "I cannot for the life of me figure out which species this originates."

Even regarding all the treacherous alien species in the galaxy, This armour seemed extremely alien. like Something was imitating what they had seen of their elites and decided to whip it up for a whim.

"Could it extra-galactic? If so I would be well in my rights to confiscate the armour." Kathrine placed her hands on her hips while asking herself the rhetoric. She would not do that of course, she had grown to like her future nephew greatly and would not risk his or her nieces ire.

Kathrine now face on with the armour had the urge to take a step forward for a closer inspection, but froze mid stride. An overwhelming sense of unease radiated from her Mindspace when she stared at the three purple orbs on the suits chest. "What in the?" Kathrine had never felt such a feeling before and decided to stop her investigation of the alien tech until its owner was with her.

"I should go find him and make sure the inferiors Caleb has aboard are not treating him too harshly." Kathrine thought inwardly before leaving her room.

A fist the size of my head just sent me hurdling back 3 meters. "OOOWW! What the fuck dude! What is your head made of? Fucking damatrium or something? By spartari!" The winner of the last fight against his brother, Ernie, said while shaking his hand.

He had decided the only true way to test my worth on the ship was a good ol' fashioned round of no holds barred.

Considering I was not immature, I did not feel the need to instantly prove my superiority and one hit ko the poor sod. Instead I decided to lower my power and speed output down considerably, like what Orchid does when we spar. I cannot however, limit how durable I am. "Sorry dude, maybe try palm strikes or something? less pain on your knuckles." I said wiping some spittle from the corner of my mouth.

Getting up of the ground easily, I took a defensive stance again as I wanted to understand this humans way of fighting. Ernie hear does not seem to posses much tactical martial arts skill, but with as strong as he is could easily overpower an ordinary opponent.

The big fighting loving brute did not seem disheartened by my comment and actually took my advice to heart as he began attempting to bitch slap me over and over. It was like a bear on its hind legs coming at me over and over. Although we were roughly the same height, I decided to work on his body for a while in between his haymakers, pulling my punches and prolonging the fight.

His unpredictable strikes sometimes randomly seemed to gain extreme coordination and he clocked me a few times in my holding back form. However, one final time he over extended his left arm leaving him exposed. Having had my fun, I let out a quick jab to his jaw, the rest of his body weight he put into his bitch slap added enough force to make him stumble for a second.

He stared at me with foggy eyes before whispering. "Fuck me, what a smack." Before falling straight backwards into the arms of his now conscious brother, Bertram.

The mercenaries were silent for a moment, coming to terms with what just happened, before in unison cheers erupted from them. "Bloody minge! The Handsome tosser a fucking Lion hiding behind a cunt hot face! What a punch up!" Willy, the man with clearly evident Tourette's yelled at the random man he was grabbing in his clutches.

Similar things were being said, although not quite as crass. Caleb was looking on with a bottle of liquid in his hand while nodding his head.

'Although no confrontation is expected on the mission to the non spartari region, a tough mother like that will be good for morale regardless of that, and with that armour armour he has he should make a good in an actual fight.' Caleb was about to take a big swig of his drink when he heard high heals heading his way.

His usually cocky and over the top smile vanished as his eyes were brought to my, Ernie's blood covered, naked upper torso. "Oh shit!"

He was too late to hide the little game as the noble lady walked into the room. "What In the core worlds is going on in here? What's all the racket about?" Kathrine looked around the room at the now frozen mercenaries. With my figure standing a head or two above them, She was able to easily see my form and her eyes went wide in shock.

In a brisque pace she walked over to me and placed her hands on my cheeks. "Are you ok? Who did this to you?" Her voice was gentle and sweet. Before I had a chance to respond. A beast emerged from her throat as she yelled. "Which one of you lazy insubordinate shits did this?"

If Caleb won his crews hearts, Kathrine had them in her Grasp. It was evident they feared her from their body language. "Kathrine, Kathrine, Kat. Yoo-hoo look at me." Kathrine urged her face to look back at me. "Look at me carefully, non of this is my blood. I'm not even hurt.

The knocked out guy over there challenged me to a fully consented fight and I decided to agree. Come on lets get you calmed down." I said while ushering her out of the room. S~eaʀᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

After we left earshot, the tension in the room began to dissipate until one man spoke aloud. "Fuck me! The shithead has iron cunt wrapped around his little finger, Or his cock." Willy's remark of endearment caused the invisible barrier to break and a wave of laughter followed.

"William, enough shit!" Caleb shouted causing the room to go silent again. "Listen here my good brothers and sisters." he said standing and placing his foot onto his chair. "You know very well how lenient I am with you. But for the next few weeks I will have to be sterner. It has been a while since we have had VIP's aboard and I think you lot have forgotten how to act in front of them.

Now everyone, clothes off, Undergarments only, you are going to do 20 laps around this frozen air base we are on while Kathrine's cleaners are cleaning up your shit. Got It?" There was no response. "All right then go!"

With no gender shame, everyone in the room began to strip off their outer layers before going to find any stragglers on the ship and informing the same. There was no argument. Caleb treated his men well and when he dolled out punishment, they well deserved it. Even if he thinks its total bull.

Having escorted Kathrine back to her room, I could tell she had calmed down. She seemed tense at first holding onto my arm tightly, but after Orchid levels of obviosity as she stroked my biceps on the way back, she had calmed herself down.

"Hey kat, you got a shower in here? I don't know where this guys blood has been and would much prefer if I did not dirty your room." I was not drenched in the blood per se, but I did not particularly feel like having this mans blood drying to my skin. "Oh yes handsome, In my bedroom on the left." Kathrine instructed.

With a nod I carefully made sure not to touch anything as I made my way through her room. As I got in the shower, Kathrine became extremely conscious of the fact I was now naked in her room. She wanted to peak on me while I showered, but she did not want to be caught. She may have been extremely forward in her desires to him, but she did not want him thinking of her as a slut.

For some reason she seemed to really get along with this strange man whom she met under strange circumstances.

That being said, If Apollo wished to ravish her after his shower, who would she be to stop him? Removing her coat so all she was wearing was her skin suit, Kathrine picked up a pen off her desk. "Oops!" and 'accidentally' dropped it to the ground.

Kathrine then leaned against the table, like at a runners starting block, awaiting to enact her little seduction plan.

Meanwhile I was thoroughly enjoying the pressure setting of this shower and began to hum the pleasant elevator music found in Sophia's building.