Overheated Ctarl

A Home for a Fleet

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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The third generation Earth Federation battle cruiser came out of trans-ether to be greeted by the rest of the alliance. The six large engines blazed as the ship made its way to the orbital elevator. The cruiser docked, the gangplank extending out into the station.

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"I thought I was going to be left in command of this fleet until the end," the Ctarl general said to his human counterpart.

"They didn't need me as long as I thought they would. To tell you the truth, I hated it back on Earth. Too much politicizing of the war back home," the human general said as the pair made their way to their shared office.

"Feh...don't get me started..." the Ctarl began and stopped at the sight that greeted the two. "What the hell are you two fur fucks doing in our office?"

"Sir," the blond Ctarl officer began.

"We've might have solved the problem of what to do about a base of operations for the fleet," Valeria picked up.

"Go on," the human general encouraged, not noticing the look on the Ctarl general's face.

"Well, that asteroid belt where we picked those fur fuck MacDougall brothers," the blond began.

"Has one very large asteroid and..." Valeria continued.

"Several smaller rocks that could be..." the blond continued.

"Be put together and used as a defendable base of operations of the fleet. the raw materials are there, we just have to go there and hollow those rocks out," the two finished in unison, bewildering the human general and the Ctarl general groaned in exasperation.

"Quit doing that!" the Ctarl general said in frustration at the two acting as if they were of one mind and body.

"We'll discuss your plan at the next command meeting," the human general said, having regained himself from his confused state that the two admirals had put him in.

"Yes, sir," the two said and the Ctarl general growled, dismissing the pair. However, when the door opened, another figure stood there, blocking their path.

"Move along runt," Aisha's father said to the blond. The blond's eyes flashed in anger, the intentions of the older Ctarl clear to the admiral.

"I only listen to his orders. You would lead us to failure," the blond said, referring to the other Ctarl general that was in the room.

"You're pushing it cub," Aisha's father growled.

"I'm your problem, fur fuck," the other general growled. "Get outta here," he growled to the two admirals and they quickly exited.

"You have two choices, leave with your life, or leave in a body bag. Make your choice," Aisha's father said.

"If you knew anything about me then you would have known that I don't back down, especially to old ass bastards like you," the general growled.

"Then, do you wish to be humiliated in front of your own crew or mine?"

"Neither...we're going to fight right here on the elevator, in front of everyone that wants to watch," the general replied. "You think you can handle that, or you too chicken shit to fight in front of the entire fleet."

"Fine," Aisha's father growled his answer and left.

"Prick," the younger general growled while the human general looked on with concern. They didn't need a change now that they needed to establish a base and drive the Sith and Rorgans away for good.

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Aisha stretched out on the bed. She rather liked the quarters Jim got on the station over the ones in the Outlaw Star. The knocker sounded and Aisha growled in frustration.

"Who'd be..." Aisha began and opened the door to reveal...

"Kitten!"

"Mom!?" Aisha shrieked out, surprised to see the older female Ctarl.

"Your father was coming to challenge the current fleet commander and I decided to come to see who'll be siring my grandkitten," she said, coming into the room.

"Father's going to fight the general? Is he crazy?"

"No, just being a stupid male."

"Why haven't you left him?"

"Are you kidding? I'm too old to try and find another mate, Ctarl or otherwise."

The door opened again and along with Zyrashia, Jim came into the room.

"Well now," Aisha's mother said and came over to Jim and gripped the boy by the shoulders. Zyrashia bit her lip, not expecting Aisha's mother to show up.

"Uh," Jim began, caught off guard and feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Can he handle a son if you have one?" Aisha's mother asked her daughter.

"Mom!" Aisha shouted.

"He's got to be strong enough to handle a wild son," Aisha's mother retorted. "You must have some endurance to take an Alpha and a Beta mate mark."

"Uh....I better get back to," Jim began, but aisha's mother didn't let him finish.

"No, you're not going back to work, you are going to have dinner with us."

Aisha groaned in frustration. Her mother would probably tell her mate that he had to continuously rut with her from behind in order to get her pregnant.

"The war isn't over. It would be a hindrance for us to be pregnant while fighting off Sith and Rorgans," Zyrashia said.

"Zyrashia, I had a hunch you'd find a human to take. I knew you were disillusioned by your father and brother's behavior."

"I wish not to talk about those two," Zyrashia said with a low growl in her voice.

"And we won't. Now, c'mon, my cabin has a kitchen and I'm going to show your mate here that one of us females in our can cook," Aisha's mother said and Aisha slapped her forehead in frustration.

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The Emperor arched an eyebrow. Why was the second under his brother's command contacting him.

"That fur fuck of a general is here and will challenge your brother for command of the fleet. While that kind of thing is normal in our military, the humans may not appreciate that old fucker taking command like that."

"Then you believe my brother incapable of defeating him?"

"I believe the old general incapable of honorable combat."

The Emperor's eyes lit up with something that the blond Admiral couldn't place.

"I shall be there to insure honorable combat," the Emperor said and the screen went dark.

"Done with internal Ctarl affairs?" Valeria asked him teasingly.

"Yeah, we better finish refining our plan for a new base," the blond said and the two went back to work.