That was well done! Nimrabidkbir praised him in his mind.

Rohjer staggered down the corridor, blood streaming down the back of both thighs. Not his blood. Images replayed in flashes before his mind's eye as he shuddered and struggled to breath past the adrenalin crash. He spit again, the red tinged saliva and mucus mixture making a loud wet splat on the ship's decking. His eyes wanted to draw his mind into The Here and The Now, to analyze the various components of that glob of spit, to pull him away from the horror of his own recent actions.

“Control room, control room,” he muttered. His focus threatened to diffuse into the dark recesses of the recent past. “Here and now.” Spitting again, the taste in his mouth of sweat, flesh, semen, and blood threatened to make him nauseous. He had to be quiet, so he could not vomit just yet. He could stand the feel of the other inside of him no longer. After another fumbling step he came to rest against the wall. He had to stop blundering around before he woke the others and find the fucking comm unit!

Rohjer bent forward, hands on the knees of his spread legs. He took a deep breath that tasted of death and pushed to expel the piece of bloody flesh. It hit the deck with a wet plop. Rohjer hissed at the pain and began moving forward again. He had pretended to be willing when they brought him a meal, the two lesser guards. The ringleader was a different story, Rohjer knew, not so easily taken in by subterfuge. So he had to act while with them. He did not have to pretend to miss Aamankhotep.

Lying on his side, rubbing at his groin, sighing.

“Whoa ho ho! What's this? Getting looooonely in here, eh?”

“Come on, Shetzer said no talking.”

“Look at his dick! He's missing his princeling.”

“My King!” Rohjer cried in indignation. “You wouldn't understand!”

“Give him his food and go. No talking.”

“Yeah. Eat! We wouldn't understand how the King fucked your sweet little Tattva Sanga ass.”

Rohjer took a drink of water. “You know nothing of his power.”

“We have shakti!”

Rohjer snorted while chewing a tasteless protein slab. “Yes, he fucked me. But we danced in his dark shakti, with his harem. He is coming for me. Yes, I miss his cock.” Rohjer's hand returned to his groin, his thumb moved hypnotically back and forth over his slit. From within the confines of the null collar, he forced glistening precome up his shaft, enough to wet his trousers and flash in the light with his movements.

“What am I supposed to do while he fucks you?” the heavily scarred one asked once they both started panting.

“Are the others asleep?” Rohjer asked.

“Yeah.”

“Take my mouth... like Tariq of the harem. Please.” Rohjer begged, filling his voice with the longing he truly felt, to be back in Aamankhotep's arms. “I want to forget this place. Just forget everything.”

Rohjer blinked back to awareness. He could not face anymore of his own memories... what he had done to those two souls once they entered his body, once they entered the confines of the null collar,.

He sat in the copilot's chair and studied the console for a moment then spoke. Blood tasted acrid on his tongue. It pulled at his lips and the skin of his jaw as it coagulated and became thick and tacky.

“I would like to send a transmission.”

“Unauthorized. Identify please,” a cold woman's voice warned.

“Guest account?” Rohjer asked playfully.

“Granted,” the computer acquiesced.

He pulled letters, numbers and words from his memory, hoping against hope they still worked. “Input authorization code R D C L 1 9 3 4 Nebula Twicks Street Gyptos.”

“Guest account upgraded to full Administrative Rights, Sir.” The computer's voice became considerably warmer.

His Tattva Sanga back door had not been revoked. It would have been nearly impossible to remove it from existing ships at this point. However, new ships being built now, probably would not have his code implanted by the secret agreement with the Identic Assembly.

“Good,” he took a breath. “Gather all present telemetry. Transmit Urgent Tattva Sanga Priority: Emergency to 'Eyes Only' Deputy of Sunset Highland Aamankhotep. Planet Ardjia.”

“Transmission complete, Guest Admin.”

“Repeat hourly.”

“Command accepted, Guest Admin.”

Now that he had accomplished his objective, what was the next priority?

“Record comm transmission to same address: King Aamankhotep ...” Rohjer looked to the tiny recording screen and noticed the dried blood on his chin. He did not look like himself. His eyes were sunken, grey, and surrounded by dark circles.

“Greetings Were Jaguar King. I hope this meets you in good health. And I hope... that I've sent enough that you can find me.”

“Monor! Why the frick is this alarm going off during my downtime?” The crew leader's voice approached Rohjer from behind.

His eyes turned big and round. “Please find me!” he pleaded hoarsely at the tiny screen.

“Oi! What are you doing?” sounded very loud just behind him before a gun butt came down and Rohjer's eyes rolled up as he slid out of the chair to the deck.

“What did he do?”

“How did he get up here?”

“Engine... navigation... enviro... comm... SHIT!”

A hairy arm reached forward to the panel of controls in front of where Rohjer had just been sitting. The recording ended.