Stan isn’t one of those people, he commands nobody. He sits on the bridge, alone. He’s a pilot at best, not the captain of a battleship. I don’t...know where they got him. Well, that’s not entirely true; I know where they got him, but not why. We have had some fun times on this ship and even fought in the last war against the Mob. The Emperor has even flown with me a few times. Let me get back to the point as I do tend to ramble on.“Stan was a cargo pilot on an automated ship. He never even. Deciding to test this theory, I brought out the matchingheadscarf that had come with the pinafore. Telling him that he neededsomething to keep his hair out of his eyes I placed it on his head andtied it at the back tucking his hair neatly beneath it. I thought hemight have offered some resistance but he just meekly allowed me to dothis to him.There was no need for me to brush against him this time as he saw hisreflection in the window. The front of his pinafore was definitelytented out. Was my. Can you please explain your findings?” The Grand Overseer asked.“Colleagues our situation is grim. We lost the best part of our fleet in the attack on Charassa. We have also lost two of our three manufacturing facilities for the Super Dreadnoughts. Collective attacks on our industrial planets have reduced our manufacturing volumes of weapons and ordnance. They are targeting anything and everything that is related to the military. Even though all of us have blamed ‘The Royal Family’, their. "The whip cracked dangerously close to his head again and the chilling reply was, "Jacqui's Place will give a naughty worm like you the punishment he knows he deserves and we know he craves. The worm's presence in this room proves he needs and craves it. Face down on the bed, now!"Sarah had moved round Alf as she spoke and she gave him a quick snap of the tip of the whip on the seat of his pants. As she and Jacqui had expected he was out of the door and into the main room of Jacqui's Place at.