War is coming to the galaxy. Economic problems caused many
worlds to lash out against their neighbors to meet their basic living needs.
War works too well at spurring economic growth. Building stuff to blow up stuff
that needs to be rebuilt guarantees the need for lots of workers. Busy workers
are happy workers with no time to cause problems. The Community of Worlds was
at the building bombs and blowing up stuff phase.
Randall is patriotic and signed up to serve the first
opportunity he had. Pandel V sided with the Alliance against the Rebels. He
trained for the light infantry. When they arrived at a world his team would
land first to secure the planet.
As the war dragged on the weapons got more advanced. For the
first time whole star destroyers were at risk before the landing troops ever
hit the ground. Randall hated it. He had no control of what happened. He could
die before he gets a chance to fight.
Rumors circulated amongst the troops of abandoned star
destroyers, ghost ships, empty, drifting hulks. Whole crews disappeared and the
star destroyer drifting through space. What weapon could do such a thing?
Randall had other worries. On route to Alltor II they came under attack. He has
confidence Captain Altair can kick anyone’s ass. Still, there was nothing for
Randall to do but wait.
The attacker stayed out of range. Long range scanners
reported the attack vessel was deploying a weapon never seen before. Without
warning a blinding light struck the star destroyer. The light penetrated the
walls to the inner core of the ship. When the light stopped the whole crew was
turned into women. It was a massive girly light! But that isn’t possible,
Randall thought.
The attack ship easily subdued the star destroyer. All
personnel were taken from the star destroyer to the attack vessel. Randall was
made a belly dancer forced to service the enemy troops. They called him Nadine.
She danced all day and served all night. And the star destroyer floated empty
through space, another mystery to the Alliance.
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