Life aboard the Rogues' personal luxury yacht.

[Fifty.]

Chapter three, Taking out the trash.

-Try harder ye weak excuse of a human being.
-I'm telling ya I can't get this started..
Josh pulled a knife out and started playing with it,throwing it from one hand to another.
-Eh..I think I'll try harder,the junker quickly said with fear in his eyes.
Josh left the engine room,kicking a dead body with his boot.
"We gotta clean these soon,or it's gonna get ugly."
He was starting to get familiar with the Rheinland transport. After a few sharp turns he found himself in the command room.He removed the dead second in charge rheinlander from a chair,sat down ot it and lit a smoke. The yacht was making maneuvers to tow the transport to McMurray.For a brief moment he saw his father's face on the yacht's bridge,more serious than usual. Smoking again,ofcourse.
Josh stood like this for a while when suddenly all the lights came up. A cold voice announced the shield was recharging and weapons were online. The core charged to 10% and stopped.
-That's all I can do,sir. And I assure you,no one in Liberty can make it work at more.Maybe a Rheinlander,but we don't have a lot of these now,the junker said a bit worried.
-We'll see about that.Gather the rest and prepare to follow the yacht.
The last few hours before they could start the transport were spent in having fun. The men needed that. The few survivors left were ejected into space for entertainment. Cruel,but fun.
The few remaining were chained and prepared for shipping as slaves. Strong arms,legs,they'd do fine on the fields of Malta.
They found a woman as well...Brought it to Joshua. He decided to let the crew satisfy their needs and gave her to them. Funny enough she was a former security officer on the Behemoth. Resistance was futile,but still a few men got scratches on their faces,one got his ear bitten off...
At some point she gave up.Again a cruel,but pleasing picture for Joshua.A huge wall of men touching,grabbing,biting,beating...satisfying. After all the men were done, they left the woman lying on the floor,blood leaking through her broken ribs..And rags to remind of her uniform. Her broken jaw mumbled for God...
She looked at Joshua and started crying. She was searching for something in his eyes but couldn't find it. His eyes were cold. She cried out to the sky cause she was lonely and scared..Only the devil responded,cause God wasn't there.
-Please..boy..shoot me!End this..
Joshua smiled and lit a smoke.He then yelled:
-Change of plans,get her to the medic. I have ..different plans for this one.
The ship was soon at McMurray and the cleaning process had started. Repairs too. Nobody managed to get the power to anything bigger than 10%.
Joshua was back at the Yacht's bridge,smoking. His thoughts led him to distant space,to glory,to a more sophisticated surroundings...At the exact same moment two soaked with blood lips were cursing his name from the lower cells of the yacht.