After I managed to open the doors, Dot-y dragged me back to Geneva Base using the Teleporter. Before I knew it, I was inside a very luxurious room.

No, seriously, you may think how a military base (?) could have luxurious rooms but it really was a very nice room. It had all the necessities I could ever care about.

An attached bathroom with a Jacuzzi and music system in-built. It was even color-themed~

An HD television and even one of those holo-visions with 3-D immersion. It even came with an all-channel inter-galactic subscription.

24x7 Internet with free access to everything. And here, I mean E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!

24x7 room service. Lots of free and tasty food. And~ they make food on request!

The perfect bed. Not too hard and not too soft. It was paired with the perfect pillow and the warmest blanky I have ever had the pleasure to use.

This is heaven!!

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After 2 days, Dot-y comes and asks me to fill in some more papers in a stuttering voice. It is very different from the voice he used previously. I wonder what happened. Did he get catch a cold? Can Freddy’s even catch a cold?

I take the papers from his hands and go through them. I am pretty certain I felt my voice go cold when I next spoke.

“And why exactly should I fill in these papers?”

The papers in my hands were full of gibberish. I hate reading gibberish. I hate writing gibberish even more. Looking at those papers, my once good mood fell down the drain.

Right now, Dot-y is in my most hated people list right below Green-y and Chatterbox.

“Be-be-cause these ar-are ne-ne-sarry – Ow, mi tong-eee…” Dot-y seems flustered but right now, I don’t give a fuck.

Truth be told, I never gave a fuck about him before and I don’t intend to change.

“Why?” I looked in his eyes and gave my best unblinking stare.

Dot-y gulped.

“Ne-never mi-mi-mind. Sorr-y-ry.”

Dot-y turns and runs outside, slamming the door in the process.

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A uniform and an ID card arrived at my room the next day, aka today. There is a bit of a problem with the ID card though…

It is written in Common.

That’s right. You heard right. The damn card and all the other documents along with it are written in Common.

I only know Imperial.

Now I know why no one took only IFL lessons. Unlike me.

I hold my head in my hands and try to make sense of the squiggles and the wiggles. I am sure, if I was [email protected], by now I would have burnt a hole in the paper with my gaze.

I stare…. And I stare… and I stare… And I get a headache.

Fuck this.

I don’t care anymore…

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The next day…

Dot-y visits me again. It seems I am being shifted to something-or-the-other named Space Ship Center. The name’s very weird. I will just call it the whatever-station. Shorten it to W-Station.

I get a new room whose bed and pillow aren’t so good.

Room service seems to be unavailable. I have got to go to the mess to eat.

I was curious where I was being placed(?) so I took this chance to ask Dot-y and was surprised again.

It seems I am a Captain. It also seems the ship from the other day is mine.

I get a personal ship. Sweet!

Or not…

Apparently, the reason I am here right now is because they are looking for a crew for my ship. There seems to be some delay but it’s getting there.

So was said by Dot-y to me as he practically ran out of the room. I wonder why he is always so skittish around me. Does he like me? I sure hope not. I don’t go for guys.

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I leave the room and head to the cafeteria to get breakfast.

You might wonder how I know where the food is even when I just got here yesterday night? It’s simple.

I downloaded a map from the local server. It even combines with the military grade interface I now wear behind my ear and shows me blinking arrows for real time navigation. No one other than me can see them.

How cool~

The cafeteria doors are normal. Surprising, as almost every place in this place is larger than life. Then again, it has to be large since this is a base for Space Ships. They are kinda larger than normal aircrafts so it’s pretty normal.

Then wouldn’t the cafeteria door be considered abnormal in this place?

Ah, it looks like I am early. There’s hardly anyone in the dining area. That doesn’t mean there’s no one here though. Some people are sitting in the sparsely populated area and talking in hushed tones.

I walk up to the place that looks like the serving area and approach the jelly-like serving lady.

“What is the tastiest thing here for humans?” I get straight to the point.

“Dinner is available after 2 hours. The cafeteria is closed until then for anyone below the Lieutenant Commander rank.” She doesn’t even look at me as she answers.

“That’s why I am here.” Just get me food quick. I am hungry and sleepy.

“Don’t try to fool me human. The highest rank any of you got is an Ensign. Now scram off or I’ll tell the trainers you skipped training and they’ll whip you good.” This time, the jelly lady does look at me and bares what I think she considers as her fangs.

But man, is this jelly-o rude.

I take out my ID card and show it to her.

“Read it out loud and tell me what it says.”

This works two ways: 1- I can prove my rank and 2- I can get someone who knows Common to read it and tell me what it means. I mean, it’s embarrassing that I don’t even know what my own ID card says about me. What if Dot-y played a trick on me and it says something like “uncooperative asshole”?

Anyways, jelly-o takes my ID card in her hands, squints those beady bubbles that act as her eyes and then nearly drops the card.

Hey, if you have slippery hands and are clumsy, then why did you take the card away from me so forcefully? Handle it with care okay? I don’t have another one and I don’t have the money to pay for another one yet.

“I am so sorry Sir. I will get you your food right away.” She says while trembling and runs away inside the kitchen.

Wait….

…

What just happened? Wait, am I not missing something?

Hey, take my order before you go! I haven’t ordered yet!

… And, AnD, AND!!!!

Give me back my ID card! Come back here….

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After some time, jelly-o comes back with a pan of cheesy veg. pizza and hands it over while jiggling all over.

What? You think I am a pervert because I saw her jiggling? Let me tell you, when a jelly-o trembles, it’s hard to not see it jiggling its surface…

Besides, this one is a jelly-o and not a slime girl. Now, if it was a slime girl instead…

*Please wait while the simulation is on-going*

Nah, slime would be hard to wash off.

I take my plate and see that my ID card has been placed in a corner of the tray. Perfect. At least the jelly-o isn’t forgetful.

I purposefully ignore the sorrowful gaze of the jelly-o and walk towards a section of the cafeteria where people are sitting. I will not sit besides someone I don’t know to eat but I can’t very well sit in a completely isolated area and have them turn on the lights and all just for me.

So, I take a seat on a table behind someone Violet haired skeleton and start eating. The voices from Bones and Doggy, his companion drift over to where I my sitting and I can’t help but over hear.

“They finally replaced those always-open doors, huh. All those windows, cabinets, doors, drawers, jugs and that crap.”

Oh, is this place haunted? With self-opening doors and creepy noises in the dark? So exciting~

“Yes, I am tired. We had to replace all of them in 2 days. It was tiring.”

Oi, go back to the doors, the doors! I want to know if this place is haunted.

“Heh. So what will you do? Register a complaint?”

Go to the Worker’s Union or something to register complaints. If you won’t even do your job while living in a luxurious place like this, then you will get fired, you know.

“You kidding? It was a Warper, you know, a Warper. Even if I did, those absent-minded fellows would just shrug it off and keep a grudge for the future or something.”

Wanted: the interesting part

A bounty of ‘3 free hugs’ for its retrieval

Dead or Alive

“But it sure was amazing. A Warper powerful enough to open every possible thing. I wish I had some power like that.”

I don’t care about Warper shit. Tell me about the ghosts already!

“I don’t. A Warper is considered to be normal in the military. But they all lack something that makes them different from us: lack of emotions, weird actions, odd thoughts and even altered appearances. A Warper that powerful, must definitely be a monster. I am happy as I am. I don’t want to become some thing like … that!”

At this point of time, I turned around. I wanted to talk to them about this interesting topic. But I was too late. They had already finished their food and walked away from my vicinity. I could have shouted after them, but shouting takes up more effort than I find appropriate to use after interesting things.

Oh well. Maybe next time.

I finish my food and head back to my room.

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The military ranks I will be using are based on the navy ranks found here : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_rank

Now, I am a very normal person with no military or army knowledge. If I make a mistake, please, either point out or take it in stride as a fantasy-fiction element . No disrespect intended towards anyone from my side.