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Atop his cushioned throne, deep in the bowels of the Colossus, Kaz was fighting a losing battle. Two sets of tongues danced across his shaft, and the knowledge that they belonged to pirates stirred feelings within him that he hadn't known existed. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched them work with surprising enthusiasm, especially considering their earlier reluctance.

Snarl was the more adventurous of the two. The Hassk's tongue traced the full length of Kaz's shaft, from his balls up to the crown. Drell's movements were more cautious, his focus fixed on Kaz's rod. Kaz could tell that the Weequay was desperate to avoid 'kissing' the Hassk as they worked both sides of his manhood. What Kaz couldn't see—or perhaps was too distracted to notice—was what their hands were doing.

The pirates were so engrossed in their actions that they had abandoned all restraint, their manhoods hardening to full thickness. Snarl and Drell gripped their rigid shafts, stroking with frantic desperation in a feverish chase for completion. In their fervour, they clung to the belief that their climaxes might compel Kaz to follow suit, thereby ending their ordeal. Naturally, their actions hadn't gone unnoticed.

Given that the pirates were meant to be serving Kaz rather than indulging their own desires, one might have expected Grevel to intervene. Instead, this was precisely what the Aleena had hoped for—and more good news was soon to follow.

“Guys, I'm getting close," Kaz said, his voice strained, desperate pants betraying his struggle to stave off his impending orgasm.

Grevel chuckled. “Hold on a little longer, Kazzy. We'll help you."

Kaz's eyes shot open. “What do you mean?"

Suddenly, a rush of movement swept through the air. The Snivvian brothers hauled the pirates away from Kaz. Deprived of stimulation, Kaz was about to move his hand to finish the job when thick-fingered hands clamped down on his shoulders, pinning him in place. He froze, feeling hot breath against the back of his neck.

“Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," a deep voice purred into his ear. There was no mistaking the speaker—Teroj Kee.

Kaz barely had time to react before a muscled arm coiled around his chest. His breath hitched as his eyes darted down, catching the glint of crimson in Teroj's four-fingered hand. Recognition jolted through him—he had seen that object before.

The Keteerian moved swiftly, his resolve unyielding, his voice dripping with menace. “Enjoy."

The object, a cock ring, encircled Kaz's manhood, locking tightly behind his scrotum. The pressure eliminated any desire for climax. As the shock wore off, Kaz realised he wasn't the only one to suffer this fate. Similar crimson rings confined the pirates' members, glinting ominously.

“Phew, just in time," Grevel muttered, wiping his brow. “Good work, boys."

“What's going on, Grevel?" Kaz asked, confusion in his voice. He wasn't the only one wondering; the pirates cast curious glances at the Aleena, waiting to see how Grevel would respond.

Grevel moved to Kaz's side. “I know your stamina has improved, but I'm not taking any chances." He knelt beside Kaz, his eyes flicking to the human's bound erection. Grevel extended a short, stubby finger, tracing the prominent vein along Kaz's shaft. “You have so much more to give."

Unbeknownst to Kaz or the others, Grevel wanted to try something different. Kaz's shy, cautious nature often extended into their private moments, leaving their interactions behind closed doors tame and predictable. While this trait was endearing—and certainly made it easier for Grevel to coax the human into all sorts of things—he craved more. He wondered what lay beneath Kaz's reserved exterior. Was there a wilder side to him? The thought thrilled Grevel, and he was eager to find out.

It would require a delicate balance. Push too hard, and the evening's festivities might unravel. Worse, it could create an awkward rift between them. At best, Kaz might reveal an unexpected side of himself. Grevel was willing to take that risk.

Closing the gap, he leaned in so only Kaz could hear. Sensing his Aleena boss's desire for discretion, Teroj stepped back, giving them space.

“Go on, let go," Grevel murmured, his voice low and sensual, close to Kaz's ear. “They're yours to enjoy—to indulge your deepest, darkest desires. It would be a shame to let such an opportunity slip by."

Kaz hesitated, briefly meeting Grevel's gaze. The Aleena's eyes sparkled with expectation, the weight of his words pressing heavily on Kaz's chest. There was a subtle insistence in Grevel's tone, challenging Kaz's limits.

Torn between unease and a desire not to disappoint, Kaz sought guidance. “What do you want me to do?"

A flicker of disappointment crossed Grevel's face. “That's up to you, Kaz."

Suddenly, the gravity of the situation hit Kaz. All eyes were on him. Despite their attempts to keep the conversation private, he could feel the unspoken thoughts hanging in the air. They were waiting for him to speak, to decide what came next.

Kaz's mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. This wasn't like a race, where he could rely on reflexes and quick thinking to adapt to shifting circumstances. No, this was uncharted territory, with stakes far greater than any finish line. He felt as though he were barely treading water, struggling to keep his head above the surface. His gaze flicked to the red ring encircling his manhood.

We're not done yet. There's only one way forward.

A spark of inspiration ignited within him, and a surge of clarity bloomed in his chest. With no better option, Kaz decided to trust his instincts and follow where they led.

“The others can join in, right?" he asked, raising his voice so everyone could hear. “This is supposed to be a celebration. It wouldn't feel right if they couldn't join in the fun."

Kaz's gaze shifted to Teroj. The Keteerian's beady eyes gleamed with warm appreciation, and Kaz sensed that Teroj hadn't anticipated things taking this turn.

Grevel chuckled, suppressing his pride at Kaz's initiative. “I don't see why not." He turned to address the room, feeling the excitement build, before casting a sidelong glance at Kaz. “So, how do you want to do this?"

---

They split into two groups: Snarl, Kaz, Flix and Orka in one, with Drell, Teroj, Narb and Nod in the other. Grevel lingered between them, his gaze fixed on the first group. Curiosity simmered within him. Why had Kaz chosen Snarl over his Weequay partner? Was he seeking revenge on the Hassk for his antics aboard the Galleon, or was there another motive? Grevel suspected the answer would reveal itself soon enough.

Snarl sat cross-legged on one of the mattresses, his predatory gaze fixed firmly on Kaz, his pointed ears perked. Orka and Flix stood to one side, arms folded, content to observe—for now. At Grevel's insistence, the second group watched eagerly, their excitement palpable—except for one.

Before they began, Grevel approached Kaz. “I think this has served its purpose," he said, gesturing to the red cock ring. He deftly removed it, much to the human's relief.

“What about theirs?" Kaz asked, his gaze meeting Grevel's. As soon as he saw the Aleena's debauched grin, he answered his own question. “They're staying on."

Grevel leaned in close, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Go on, take him. I know you can do it," he said in a warm, husky tone. “You reduced Nod to a blubbering mess. You can do the same to our new friend here."

Kaz swallowed nervously. Being intimate with Nod was worlds apart from anything he could imagine with Snarl. He had grown close to Nod and his brother in both casual and more intimate situations. In contrast, his interactions with Snarl had been few and far from normal.

Then again, Grevel had been right about one thing: Kaz had thanked the pirates for their help on the salvage mission, and Snarl had been among them.

Considering what it took to take down the Jakoosk, it's only fair he returns the favour, right?

“Do you have a condom?" Kaz asked, his voice matching the Aleena's tone.

Grevel's wicked smile spread, pleased by Kaz's directness. The grin deepened, taking on a more sinful, sultry edge. “Go in bareback and plant your seed."

Grevel pulled back from the human. Noting Kaz's hesitation, he smirked. “Trust me, he's clean. Now go on—show him who's boss. If I were in your position, I wouldn't be happy about being stranded on an ice moon."

With that, Grevel walked over to join Flix and Orka. Turning to observe Kaz, he knew his words had hit their mark.

Kaz's gaze locked onto Snarl, and the Hassk seemed to sense the weight of what was about to unfold.

“You took the Fireball," Kaz said, his voice dropping to a more fearsome tone. “And left me and Torra out there."

Snarl's brow furrowed in disbelief, startled by the sudden shift in Kaz's demeanour. “I was scared! The Jakoosk was trying to eat me!" he protested, a nervous whimper escaping his throat. “You would've done the same."

The excuse only fuelled the simmering anger in Kaz's gut. “I didn't run," he shot back, his tone sharp and resolute.

Drawing on his own experiences, Kaz knew exactly what to do. “On your back. Pull your legs up."

Grevel clapped his hands, a wide grin spreading across his face. His eyes gleamed with intense satisfaction—this was exactly what he had hoped to see.

Snarl grumbled under his breath but reluctantly obeyed. He uncrossed his legs, lay back and pulled his knees up, gripping the backs of his thighs. An animalistic grin twisted the Hassk's features—both threatening and uncertain. It seemed to dare Kaz to approach, yet betrayed a flicker of nervousness.

Lowering himself onto the mattress, Kaz crawled closer to Snarl, taking hold of the Hassk's lithe thighs. His heart pounded as he shifted Snarl's legs, settling them on his shoulders. Kaz placed his hands on either side of the Hassk's hairy torso, steadying himself for what was to come. In this position, Kaz's shaft hovered above Snarl's, the Hassk's appendage still restrained by the red ring.

Kaz took in the intimacy of the situation. His bare, smooth skin brushed against the Hassk's coarse, fur-covered body. Last time, only his mouth had experienced Snarl's nakedness. He was well acquainted with the Hassk's breeding organ, the taste of his seed and even his scent. As he inhaled, he expected a rich, musky aroma. Instead, a more potent, less earthy scent struck him—the unmistakable tang of antiseptic.

Breathing deeply, he searched for the source of the pungent odour. Lowering his gaze, he found it: nestled between Snarl's buttocks, the Hassk's rear entrance glistened with clear, viscous fluid. As the events behind the medical screen came together in his mind, the enormity of the situation struck him.

“Have you done this before?" Kaz asked, lifting his gaze to meet Snarl's yellow eyes.

“No, of course not!" Snarl spat, his voice thick with disdain.

“Don't worry," Kaz said with a playful grin. “I'll be gentle."

The Hassk's anger shifted into an embarrassed grin. “You promise?" he asked meekly, his breathing deepening.

“Yeah, I promise," Kaz said, stroking the Hassk's leg.

Snarl's breathing slowed, and he almost sighed before remembering where he was. “Fine. Just do it," he said hastily.

Snarl bit his lower lip, his head dropping to the mattress, his pointed ears splayed against the cushion as Kaz's bare length pressed against his entrance. After what he and Drell had done to the human's arousal earlier, there was enough saliva for lubrication. Snarl's face twisted, his eyes widening as he realised he was about to lose his anal virginity to Kaz.

A groan escaped Snarl as the crown of Kaz's manhood slowly stretched the previously untouched ring of muscle, threatening to penetrate it. A primal voice in the deep recesses of his mind urged him to relinquish control, submit and revel in being dominated by another male. Just as it seemed he might succumb to these feelings, a jolt of clarity washed over him.

“Wait, are you sure there's nothing else I can do?" he pleaded, lifting his head to meet Kaz's gaze.

“Trust me, Snarl—I promise you'll enjoy this," Kaz said gently. “Speaking of which, let me get this off you."

Kaz withdrew, Snarl's legs still perched on his shoulders. Reaching down, Kaz removed the red ring restraining Snarl's manhood, much to the Hassk's relief.

“Feel better?"

“Yeah, much better. Thanks," Snarl answered, his gravelly voice tinged with relief as he sighed deeply. His fur, usually bristling with tension, seemed to settle.

“Good. You'll be feeling even better shortly."

Instead of being driven by primal instincts or a thirst for revenge, Kaz aimed to give Snarl as much pleasure as he was about to experience himself as the top. With the Hassk gazing at him almost affectionately, Kaz knew he couldn't afford to waste this opportunity.

Returning to his earlier position, Kaz pressed the tip of his cock against Snarl's entrance. Once again, the ring of muscle resisted. Rolling his hips, he prodded and teased the Hassk's entrance, not wanting to rush things. This was Snarl's first time as a bottom, and Kaz wanted him to enjoy it.

Relief coursed through Kaz's body as Snarl lowered his head back onto the cushion. The Hassk groaned as the tip of Kaz's cock teased his entrance, meeting unrelenting resistance. Kaz was going to need some help.

“You need to relax, Snarl," Kaz said softly.

The Hassk moaned and cracked his eyes open. “I can't help it. I've never done this before."

Kaz loomed over Snarl, his manhood sliding over the Hassk's lengthy masculinity. He reached out cautiously, cupping the side of Snarl's face. The Hassk's eyes widened, and their gazes locked.

“When I push, don't clench," Kaz said in an almost bestial tone.

Snarl nodded wordlessly. Kaz repositioned himself, guiding his cockhead to the Hassk's entrance. Sliding forward, the hole finally widened enough for Kaz's length to pop past the Hassk's barrier. Shifting his hips forward, Kaz's shaft sank a couple of inches into Snarl's depths. The Hassk mumbled unintelligibly as Kaz stilled, giving him a moment to adjust to the initial penetration.

“There you go, I've got you," Kaz said, his tone satisfied.

Snarl closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a flood of unfamiliar sensations—the strange fullness in his rear, the weight of the human's body pressing against his and the mingling of their scents. It was unlike anything he had experienced before.

The Hassk lowered his hands from his thighs to his butt cheeks, letting them fall limply onto the mattress. His clawed toes curled and uncurled in a restless rhythm. With each passing moment, his rear passage grew more accustomed to its visitor; the ache of fullness gradually subsided.

Before he could dwell on the sensation, Kaz's voice cut through the haze.

“How are you feeling, Snarl?"

The Hassk opened his eyes and lifted his head to meet Kaz's gaze. “Not bad," he said, a faint chuckle escaping as his eyes drifted downward. Noticing where their bodies connected, he smirked, baring his sharp teeth. “You're really in me, aren't you?"

“I am," Kaz said warmly, pride evident in his tone. “Ready for more?"

Their shared moans intensified as Kaz pulled back, leaving only the tip of his length inside the Hassk before thrusting forward, sinking an inch deeper. Snarl was tight—not that Kaz was surprised, though noticeably tighter than Nod. Perhaps the Snivvian hadn't been as inexperienced at bottoming as Kaz had thought.

Kaz quickly found a steady rhythm, his hips driving forward with increasing intent. The human's plump ball sacks slapped against Snarl's ass, potent human seed churning in each fleshy orb. Leaning forward, Kaz closed the gap between their bodies, striving to plunge deeper into the Hassk's core. The delicious sensation of his bare flesh scraping Snarl's inner walls spurred him on. When Kaz felt the Hassk meet his thrusts, he knew Snarl was his.

The newly formed couple was so absorbed in each other that they failed to notice the developments around them. BB-91, still recording, rolled to the side of the mattress for a better view. Teroj, Narb and Nod, captivated by Kaz's unexpected display of dominance, hastily discarded their clothing and began stroking their lengths in time with his thrusts.

Drell watched his fellow pirate's submission with fear and amusement. Fear, because he knew he would soon find himself in a similar position to the Hassk. Amusement, at the sight of someone like Snarl moaning like a starport wench for a male like Kazuda Xiono. The Weequay's manhood strained against the confines of the red ring as he took twisted pleasure in the Hassk's plight.

“Enjoy watching my Kazzy deflower your friend?" Grevel asked, spotting the Weequay's smile.

Drell turned to the Aleena, who continued with a smirk. “Oh, don't worry; your turn will come soon enough. Speaking of which…" Grevel's gaze shifted to Teroj, Narb and Nod. “He's all yours."

Before Drell could react, he was shoved roughly onto the mattress beside the one claimed by the first group. With little care or courtesy, the Weequay was swiftly positioned onto his back. Teroj settled between Drell's legs and Narb and Nod flanked him on either side, eager to begin.

Before they started, Teroj cast a sideways glance at Kaz. “I like the way you think, Kazuda," he remarked. The human glanced back, but Teroj shifted his focus to the hapless Weequay. “But let me show you how to put these pirates in their rightful place."

Following Kaz's lead, Teroj propped Drell's legs onto his shoulders. Narb and Nod grabbed the Weequay's hands, pulling them to their lengths. To their pleasant surprise, Drell didn't need any coaxing to wrap his leathery fingers around their shafts and begin to pump. Unlike Snarl, Drell's cock ring remained firmly in place, and unlike Kaz's initial penetration of his partner, Teroj was far less gentle.

A wicked smile crossed the Keteerian's face. “Ready or not, here I come," he said with wild enthusiasm.

With one merciless thrust, Teroj breached the Weequay's virgin ass, burying several inches of his thick length. Without pause, he pulled back before driving deeper, causing Drell to cry out.

“See, that's how you do it," Teroj added smugly.

---

As the second group settled into a steady rhythm, Grevel surveyed the scene, his mouth watering as he weighed his options. Watching Kaz's tryst with the pirates aboard the Galleon had left him uncomfortably pent-up and annoyed. That day, it felt as though the galaxy itself had conspired against him. Today, however, it seemed the galaxy was feeling generous and he wasn't about to turn down this opportunity.

Before lust could overpower him, another emotion struck: pride. It dawned on him that, for the first time, they had all gathered in the same place. Somehow—against all odds—he had cobbled together a gang. Moreover, despite their many differences and the circumstances under which some had joined him, they had become something more—friends.

This brief, wholesome moment was abruptly shattered by the sounds and smells of sex filling the room. Grevel's gaze landed on Flix and Orka. Aside from himself, they were the only ones still fully clothed and not actively participating. Spotting the datapad in the Chadra-Fan's hand, Grevel allowed himself a sly grin.

Good, they haven't forgotten the plan.

Pleased by this realisation, Grevel slipped out of his bodysuit and removed his bracers, placing them neatly to one side. He glanced at the leather wraps around his ankles and left them on. Lowering his hand to his groin, he stroked the slit with the tip of his forefinger. With gentle coaxing, his shaft emerged. As it reached full length, Grevel wrapped his stubby fingers around it and began to stroke.

Focusing on Kaz, he watched as the human bucked wildly into his partner. Grevel's gaze settled on the tattoo on the human's ass cheek, and he looked on with pride. He smirked at how quickly the human had won over the Hassk. It wasn't surprising, though. One of Kaz's greatest strengths was how often people underestimated him—to their peril.

Grevel turned to Kaz's bed partner, studying the pirate's face. The Hassk's eyes were squeezed shut, his fang-filled mouth wide open as his cries of pleasure rang out relentlessly. There was something uniquely thrilling about witnessing a virgin lose their virginity.

Yet, instead of feeling the usual excitement, Grevel suddenly felt cold. His shaft softened, retreating between the folds of skin. A thought occurred to him: What would it be like to be in Snarl's position?

I care for Kazzy. Of course I do… but not like that… right?

Shaking his head, Grevel turned to the second group and resumed pleasuring himself. It wasn't difficult—his shaft had already hardened again.

---

Amidst his pleasures, Kaz closed his eyes, savouring the moment and trying to prolong the experience. It was becoming increasingly difficult as Snarl's rear passage tightened around him. The Hassk had long since relinquished control. Opening his eyes, Kaz glanced at Snarl's face and smiled, reassured by the evident enjoyment etched across his features.

Suddenly, a pair of long, thin, yellow-skinned legs entered Kaz's line of sight. A thought occurred to him: What were Flix and Orka doing?

Careful not to disrupt his rhythm, Kaz tilted his head for a better view of the Gozzo and Chadra-Fan. Both remained fully clothed, which piqued his curiosity. His interest deepened when he noticed Flix holding a measuring device, while Orka busied himself with a datapad.

Flix extended a scaly, yellow hand over Snarl's arm, carefully aligning the measuring tool before examining the readout. “Nine and a half inches."

“Is that the length of his cock?" Orka quipped, his voice dripping with amusement.

Flix shot him an exasperated look. “It's the length from his elbow to his wrist."

The Chadra-Fan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I know, I know. Sheesh, can't a guy have a little fun?" He tapped the measurements into the datapad with a smirk. “We'll need to measure it anyway," he muttered under his breath.

As Flix and Orka continued their work, Kaz's focus shifted back to his Hassk partner.

“I'm getting close," Snarl whimpered, his voice strained, eyes half-closed and tongue lolling out. “I'm not touching myself, but I feel like I'm about to blow!"

Snarl's neglected shaft, engorged and fully erect, bounced on his stomach, swaying in the air. Droplets of milky precum oozed from the tip, clinging to the fur around his midriff.

Snarl had never experienced anything like this and wasn't sure how to react. Part of him wanted to reach out and stroke himself to completion; another part wished to leave it and see what happened next. One thing was certain: Snarl's clawed fingers were on the verge of tearing into the mattress.

“Me too," Kaz muttered, glancing at Snarl. “I'm going to pull out."

Suddenly, Snarl wrapped his arms around Kaz's back. Pinned down and unable to move, he couldn't prevent the inevitable. Kaz's thrusting ceased as he buried his length in Snarl, tensing before he orgasmed, firing his seed into the Hassk.

“I feel it! I feel it!" Snarl cried, thick jets of human semen painting his insides, searching in vain for eggs to inseminate.

The sensation made Snarl shriek as he climaxed, his shaft spraying Hassk baby batter over his fur-covered stomach, some even hitting his chin and beard. This was the final straw; his claw-tipped fingers pierced the mattress, shredding the fabric.

While Snarl was lost in the euphoria of a hands-free orgasm, Drell was far from experiencing the same. Less than a metre away, the Weequay began to understand what Kaz had endured at the hands of his fellow pirates. What he hoped for most was for this ordeal to end. Fortunately, his wish was about to be granted.

“I don't know about you, my friends," Teroj said, glancing at the Snivvian brothers, “but I think this schutta is desperate for his release."

Narb and Nod chuckled in agreement, and the Keteerian leaned over the Weequay. “Isn't that right?"

“I need…" Drell started.

“I can't hear you," Teroj said, raising his voice.

“I need to cum," Drell said.

“Louder."

“I need to cum!"

Without breaking his rhythm, Teroj reached down and tore off the red ring from the Weequay's length. It was like releasing a dam. Drell let out a deep, guttural groan as he climaxed, spurting several ropes of Weequay seed across his muscled chest.

“I've got plenty for you!" Teroj added, pulling out. His thick length popped free from Drell, and he fired several spurts of Keteerian seed over the Weequay, adding to the pool of juices already mingling on Drell's stomach.

“We've got some too," Narb said, grunting as he ejaculated, firing a streak of Snivvian cum across Drell's tainted pecs. Nod followed suit, spilling his load into the combined juices plastering the Weequay's torso and stomach.

Teroj chuckled and stepped back, letting Drell's legs flop onto the mattress. He smiled savagely as his gaze settled on the Weequay's distended pucker. It gaped, stained with precum and stretched wide by Teroj's immense girth. Drell would be feeling that for a while—of that, he had no doubt.

Teroj jolted at the sudden tap on his leg. Looking down, he saw his Aleena boss.

“Move aside, big guy," Grevel said, his excitement bubbling over.

The Keteerian obeyed, grinning as he saw the Aleena stroking his engorged length. Grevel noticed Drell was about to sit up. “They're not the only ones," he said, flashing a toothy grin.

Grevel placed his three-toed foot over the Weequay's shaft and balls, pinning him to the mattress. Stepping over Drell's body, careful to avoid the streaks of seed across him, he balanced on the Weequay's shoulder.

“Nobody messes with my Kazzy!"

Grevel released a stream of Aleena seed just as Drell opened his mouth to protest, causing him to splutter. Hopping down, Grevel stood beside the ruined Weequay, committing the sight to memory.

“That's a nice look for you," Grevel said, proud of his gang's handiwork. He clapped his hands as if to clean them, then turned to his droid. “Got all that, 91?"

The ball droid emitted a deep beep, confirming it had recorded everything. Grevel walked over and patted its domed head. “Good job. You can stop recording. We'll review it later."

The droid's photoreceptor dimmed as it ceased recording. Grevel chuckled before turning to Kaz and Snarl, his expression darkening into a scowl. The human was still sheathed in the Hassk, whose arms were tightly wrapped around Kaz's back. The pirate's head tilted forward as he inhaled the human's scent deeply.

“Okay, enough of that," Grevel said, stepping up behind Snarl and giving him a firm tap on the head. “Let him go."

Snarl groaned in disappointment, unwrapping his arms and sliding his legs off Kaz's shoulders. Grevel's heart skipped a beat as Kaz's head remained slumped against the Hassk's furry chest.

“Kaz, you can move now," Grevel said, his voice faltering, worry creeping in.

He froze, startled by a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he saw it was Orka.

“Don't worry—Kazzy's just asleep. See?" Orka said, gesturing towards the human.

Grevel glanced at Kaz and noted the steady rise and fall of the human's chest. Shaking his head, he turned back to the Chadra-Fan. “Of course, I knew that," he said, raising a hand to his mouth to clear his throat. “He's had a long day."

Leaving Flix and Orka to tend to Kaz, Grevel went to get dressed before turning his attention to the pirates. Snarl chuckled as he watched Drell wipe the Aleena's seed from his face, only for Drell to point out the juices staining Snarl's beard and chest. Both pirates turned towards Grevel as soon as they noticed his approach.

“You two can spend the night here. We'll send you on your way in the morning," Grevel said. “Since you played along, how about working for me from now on?"

Snarl seemed to consider Grevel's words, but Drell didn't hesitate. “The only one who bosses me around is Captain Kragan!"

The Weequay's defiance sparked something in his fellow pirate. “Yeah, what he said," Snarl added, though his voice lacked conviction.

Grevel huffed and crossed his arms. He could coerce them, as he had with Teroj, but he suspected it wouldn't work. Unlike the Keteerian, these pirates had associates who would notice their absence. That left only one option.

Reaching into a hidden pocket in his bodysuit, he fished out a locket. At first glance, it appeared to be ordinary jewellery, but it was far from it. The face of the locket was transparent, revealing its contents: several glistening red shards—the remnants of the crystal he had used on Teroj and, accidentally, on Kaz.

Maybe it could work again?

Raising the locket in his palm, he addressed the pirates once more. “Are you sure that's what you want?"

The Aleena glanced between the pirates, hoping to see a shift in their attitudes. It didn't come.

“What are you doing, waving that around?" Drell asked, his eyes filled with annoyance. “You think you're some kind of Jedi?"

Frustrated, Grevel tucked the necklace back into his bodysuit. As much as he hated it, he had to admit defeat this time. With full bellies and carnal desires sated, the curtain fell on their festivities. Grevel and his gang settled in for the night, keeping a careful watch over their guests until it was time for them to leave.

---

The next morning…

Kaz awoke from a deep, dreamless sleep, jerking upright with a sudden shock. Flashes of disjointed images filled his mind—memories of slaying the Jakoosk and resolving their food crisis, of Snarl and Drell's apology and the events that had followed in the secret chamber on the engineering level. Finally, he recalled lying atop the Hassk's fur-covered chest, inhaling his heady musk.

Glancing around, Kaz saw he was still in that room, but there was no sign of anyone. Then a voice broke the silence, drawing his attention.

“Ah, you're finally awake."

Kaz turned towards the source of the voice and saw Grevel sitting atop a cushion, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Where is everyone?" Kaz asked.

“Good morning to you too," Grevel said, hopping off the cushion and moving closer. “Narb, Nod and Teroj are escorting our new pirate friends back to the surface. Flix and Orka are just up there." He pointed to a ladder that hadn't been there before, extending up to the metal grating on the ceiling, which was in the 'open' position.

“You can use this to access the Office of Acquisitions," Grevel added. “It'll save you the trouble of taking the long way round. But you might want to get dressed first."

Kaz glanced down at himself, realising he was still completely naked. Smirking, he considered getting dressed, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“What is this place?" he asked, gesturing around them. “You and the others must have been working on this for some time."

Grevel smirked. “When you told me about that trapdoor, I asked the Chelidae to clear this space in exchange for anything they found. They only finished a couple of days ago, so we've only just started moving in."

Grevel met Kaz's gaze. “I've got some big plans for this place, and I'm sure you have plenty of questions, but I'm afraid they'll have to wait." The Aleena's face tightened. “Orka received a message from Doza just before you woke up. You solved our food problem, but now our fuel is running low."

Kaz's heart sank, and he shook his head. “Solve one problem, and another pops up."

Knowing it was in his best interests to report to Doza immediately, Kaz hurried to get dressed. As he did, Grevel approached him.

“You certainly put that Hassk in his place last night—most impressive," Grevel said with a delighted cackle. “But we'll need to work on your dirty talk."

The Aleena snickered, his smile widening as a crimson blush spread across Kaz's cheeks. Grevel moved to stand at the base of the ladder.

“We'll discuss your technique later," he said, hands on the rungs. “But for now, we all have places to be."

Kaz watched as Grevel ascended the ladder until he disappeared from view. Not wanting to be left behind, Kaz grabbed the last of his clothing—his jacket. As he slipped it on, he felt an unfamiliar weight in the pocket. Patting it, he found something hard and solid.

Curious, Kaz reached into the pocket and pulled out an unfamiliar object—a rectangular slab of metal. Flipping it over, he examined it closely. A series of red and blue raised tiles caught his eye, and then it hit him: it was one of Snarl's Imperial rank badges.

Now, what's this doing here?