It was supposed to be a cake walk but you know what they say about cake walks.We had to travel to a new system for this mission but that allowed us to...repair the battle damage and refit the Centurion. While we were travelling, we helped with repairs and trained and just generally goofed off in our spare time.Glitch and Dekker got into an argument over coffee because someone forgot to order enough last time but by sharing it out we got through that conflict. They were even a bit upbeat about it. “With quivering lips and tears rolling down her cheeks, Julia forced herself to the humiliation of obeying such an order. It was all the worse with that grinning black monster alongside. Oh the b**sts, the b**sts! If only she had the strength to leap up and claw them to pieces! If only she could dare to do it!Miss Judith ran the meaty leather thong through her fingers.„I will tell you at the outset, slave,“ she said (and Julia flinched at the mode of address), „that whenever youdisobey me... or. " I reached up and tweaked one of J'Una's nipples.She smiled down at me, white teeth flashing against the blackness of her skin. "There's always the possibility," she said quietly, "that this is where they want us to be focusing our attention." A decoy?" I asked."It's been discussed at high levels," she replied, nodding. "If that's the case, I'd say it has worked." I continued tugging at her nipple, eliciting a soft moan."Yeah," I said, agreeing. "Not long ago it was just us out here patrolling. ‘You don’t understand! You never understand!’ Still crying, Alice pushed by him and ran out the door. He heard her footsteps as she fled up the stairs. He paused before turning and returning to the hall. As he did so, he saw the kitchen door close quietly and knew that little episode had been witnessed by Mrs Peters. He looked up towards the closed bedroom door but then turned and entered the study. His wife was clearly in no mood for conversation. Dinner that evening was a strained affair..