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A lot of fun, it was like that, he was letting his hair that was staying in that fixed plume, nearly blow all around, a few extra hairs blew off his back where they had not been rubbed off. “Get back in here!” Siangka commanded, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulders, well more than friends, everyone was still sharing him, the best willing center of attention he ever has been his whole life.

Pretty much ignored and pushed around in his old unit, he was not the youngest or the oldest Lieutenant in the officer’s barracks but mostly he was most friendless.

It could have been he was new, or from an obscure sounding family, T’Kathylae, was not as common as Tksaechoes or Kearshai. But his family did have deep roots, just not a lot of male children. In fact, he was the only colt of seventeen fillies, dropped by his mom. But still all the honors of family and everything would go to his cousins they had the larger portion of male heirs to the clannate. And his father was never a soldier at all, so it was not like he was following his own part of the family’s tradition. His side was always the accountants and domestic diplomats pretty much for the warrior gentry of his cousins.

Dthana could find neither friends nor any family; his sisters were all raised in another part of the compound after they were all torn apart from tearing at each other as children, as adolescents the clannate had sent him to military academy along with his cousins. The initial shock was he made troop officer before his cousins, then officially Lieutenant.

He was proud of his rank but lost it at least fifty times for being lazy, drunk and disorderly. A Senior Major was given the task to turn him around, break the mold his father had made, and make a new man of Dthana T’Kathylae. It worked up to a point, outside of the jeering of his now, commanding officer cousins, (too many times in the guardhouse) and no friends at all really; all he had was the old rough Senior Major. The Senior Major was there to help him up and get him to lead the right way, and set an example for his men, all a lot younger than him from Triumphirate families.

Him, Dthana, oh that’s a Trevalian name, the sub-race of Amolean he is, darker of stripe and thicker furry-like hair, and Trevalians prefer colder climates.

“I won’t catch cold my friend, but I’ll come inside if you will feel more at ease.”

Dthana came in out of the chill wind, Siangka shivered as he redid the ties that laced the tent closed to the cold wind outside. The rubbed his arms then rubbed up close to Dthana, which made the taller Amolean lean back into him, that often declared non-association with other Equine races, of pushing back into something pushing into you, was automatic. And right now very pleasurable inside, away from the sex he can perform outside, this was around inside his inner chest.

He felt very warm, even more so when Siangka wrapped his arms around the smooth skinned, Dthana. Both of them let out a soft moan, walking that way one ahead of the other Siangka got tangled up in Dthana’s hooves, and Dthana stumbled to the blanket or carpet really covering the cold wintry sands underneath them. Both of them fell into a laughing heap on the carpet.

Next a poking fight happened on that carpet, and as Dthana aimed to get Siangka back a pair of strong arms, belonging to driver Tsenk, who was up behind him held him back in a arm pin.

“Hey, no fair, two against one!” Dthana laughed out as Tsenk held him fixed and Siangka aimed a couple pokes. Dthana giggled and laughed as these poking tickled him. Siangka spoke, “Ha-ha, okay Tsenk, let him go you want to get some sleep tonight don’t you?” Tsenk let go; a big smile was on that alligator snout head of his.

“Dyou, …Itzz dyour turn tonight!” Tsenk said, “…let us bget mnore zzleep!” he rolled up to his toes again, barefoot the part Dhraisian, part Kasan simple man stood for a second his face no emotion at all but having that sinister Sitran look made Dthana shudder a little, until the big man opened his mouth in a smile. He offered a hand up, to both of them on the carpet. Then he effortlessly moved them off the ground in one movement.

“Gwe zztill on vfor big plan?” He asked, and Siangka draped his arm around his driver, and then motioned for Dthana to get under his other arm, a little uncomfortable until Dthana stooped a little. The commander moved them inside the inner tent where with a ‘Dante’ heat radiation cube; the last member of the crew was roasting some bird over a spit. Dancing a brush with something of a oil and pungent smelling onto the cooking flesh, he looked up and plucked a piece of the bird off for both Tsenk and Siangka, coated in the basting sauce,

“Ooooh that is good, Bvient,” too bad you don’t eat meat Dthana, you are missing a good taste!” he let go of Dthana but stopped when the Amolean shot back, “I eat meat, covered in white sauce!” Siangka stopped and looked at Dthana, a smile creeping into the corners of his mouth. He only made a short laugh. Taking a seat close to the Dante, he motioned for Dthana to join him.

The meal was also jokes; innuendo then Tsenk brought out an instrument of some kind and started plucking music from it. Dthana lay down on his stomach. Somebody’s thumb rubbed his underside of his tail. He moaned in pleasure, and felt himself get hot. His cock started to peek out of his sheath and he rolled to one side, Siangka rubbed his no longer sore balls with his bare hand.

Dthana looked at him, with a 'what are you thinking' look. Tsenk played a stirring ballad, all done in musical styles and tempo. A different song than Dthana had ever heard, the ones he was used to were those long drawn out full orchestral cacophonies piled up on a million year history of their race. Melodies on top of melodies, intensity and if you got lost it was too bad, but every song ever written was in those ‘symphonies’.

Tsenk was doing a nice soothing part, a nice reoccurring bass with a mid-scale melody Dthana yelled out in surprise. “OH WOW!”

Tsenk snickered because he was watching, as Dthana was enrapt by his playing as Siangka moved to plant his mouth on the Amolean’s skin soft sheath, sticking his tongue inside. Tsenk wanted to be where Siangka was, Amoleans tasted so good, and with those hairs, Dthana was not going to be able to scream later on tonight.

“HOOOOooooIIIEEEH!” Dthana’s long equine legs lanced out on either side of Siangka, dribbling, like on a drum his legs in ecstasy, puckering the carpet. He rose up with his arms off the ground a little but not enough to disturb the paradise Dthana was entering now. His cock grew in size, it entered Siangka’s mouth the same way Dthana let everybody grow into his before he blew they’re balls off, with no teeth.

He elected to not have to go through getting his teeth removed again THAT was enough, that agony he did not want to re-grow then get pulled again.

But that was not anything right now, right now Dthana had no where to put his hands, he picked up and placed them everywhere but where Siangka finally reached out and put first one then the other on either side of his own head, then went back to swallowing Dthana to the first ring of hairs.

Far out on the desert a group forced their way in the darkness, metal on metal clanged but the whip of the wind blanketed all sound except for that forlorn long octave high then a full octave low moan that traveled on the wind somewhere ahead, upwind. They hurried they’re pace when each one signed back yes they heard it. They clambered up a dune, then down again, on through the wind and sandblasting storm.

“Oohhhh-ho-ho-ho! I, I, I’m going to die… ahhhhHHHHHAAAAHHHH!” Dthana yelled again Siangka had done that Dthana like plunge on Dthana now, giggling cause it was so much better for Dthana. “Ieeeeeeekkkk!” Dthana couldn’t get out anything else,

“IiiiiiihhhhhHOOOOOO!” He let out a whoop, his legs were feeling like gelatin, Siangka rubbed then on either side of Dthana’s inner thighs where the groin met the leg.

Dthana was jaw dropped surprised, a new wave of pleasure joined the ones he was already enjoying, and his inner legs had more sensitive spots that he had ever realized.

He could think, barely, he had Siangka move his hands to the back of the Kasan’s own head. Making a moan-noise he pulled off Dthana then. “Just lay back and enjoy the music,” a glomping sound came up as Dthana did as ordered, “Yes …ssssssIIIIRRRR!” he yelled out his voice still strong but wavering some, white cream oozed out of Siangka’s mouth, Kasans could not control that, they had such small lips around their snouts, everything tended to leak out. He slipped off and only drank from the tip. Dthana was amused the place he was it was so beautiful, inside this soft fluffy cloud. Twinges of new pleasures rubbed him he laid back and sighed, a mouth licked him to stiffness again.

“Now, you will do me, the same, before I get you all night!” Siangka said, spinning around and settling on Dthana’s pole, all the way to the base, all 12 inches of smooth by twelve inches next of hairs. Dthana sat bolt upright. Into Siangka’s back muscles, “Oh my, Oh Talbott! Oh wow Talbotts’ balls!

Siangka was rubbing back and forth Dthana deep inside his intestine. Drool came out of Siangka he was really enjoying this too, being overly fond of his crew anyway; still no one was shaped like Dthana, which made it so much more fun.

Dthana was unable to do anything with his hands, his dancing feet. The ‘hold around his cock was so extremely tight, and then Siangka’s tight ass hit the first ring of hairs tickling up inside of a rolling around his hips, Siangka. Dthana could not say anything he was busy blinking his eyes at the way this felt; his own hands rubbed his own face and head. Dthana just gibbered, incoherently.

Tsenk couldn’t stand it anymore, he put his lute down and quickly came out of his clothes, and then with a erection harder than a steel pipe, he got in underneath Dthana, then split him in two, as soon as Tsenk’s big head pierced Dthana’s ass it hit the hairs there, a new place was pleasure incarnate. Resounded inside the puddle of drool Dthana had become. A constant ooze dribbled onto Siangka’s back, Tsenk slowly pushed in, Dthana was still speechless, he only looked back under his arm at Tsenk and wiped quickly off the drool he’d left on Siangka, when he looked back forwards, both were really being expert tricking him sandwiched, actually, pinioned together.

Sliding back and forth they were playing his tunes by quick movements then Tsenk the musician did some things, Dthana sang out, he started singing some old Trevalian drinking song about types of ale drinkers. It was a nice melody Tsenk thought, he rode Dthana strongly then. He gave Dthana that two-pronged gift, protein and a ride into that place he shines from inside his eyes in.

“You look happy now,” Tsenk said after he had cum deep inside Dthana, his cock began to get limp and pleasurably slid out of that ‘tight every time ass’ of Dthana’s. Tsenk picked up his clothes in one swipe and snagged his lute with the other.

Siangka did not pull off Dthana but turned around while he was inside, this made a new joyful look on Dthana’s visage, as he looked at Siangka, face to face. Twist around on his cock was indescribable, the hairs moving a way they’d never been before Dthana stuck out his tongue to keep from swallowing it.

“Umm” Dthana started to say, “Youuuuuuuu…” He swallowed, “You know …its, usually …” Dthana made an ‘O’ with his mouth, then continued, “We are usually pointed the other way…”

In a very deep voice that made Siangka giggle, moving around a little his seat to watch the looks of pleasure on Dthana’s face, “…Round!”

Dthana was doing the blinking jaw drop look as Siangka bounced up and down stroking the hairs. Dthana exploded; he grabbed a hold and hugged the finely scaled Siangka to his smooth chest. Peals of laughing pure joy escaped him; he was actually cumming inside a Kasan.

He held close Siangka, pulling back then embracing again. Siangka was too, strong arms held Dthana inside. These four, these four, he thought maybe he should say so. So he did. “I love you four.”

A Kasan finger touched his mouth, “No talking, I know Dthana we loved you first.”

He pulled back to look into Dthana’s eyes, “I don’t mean the usual joke either! First it was Tsenk then Bvient and well me too. Then Syka. We loved you first!” Siangka embraced Dthana again.

Dthana felt part of them. It was good to be held, even by a reptile, they don’t have any smell really, but you have to get used to the taste, Dthana would point out to listeners later on years from now.

He was being loved by all four of them each night. He had really become a prostitute, but then they are to him now, too.

“Okay, my turn!” Siangka rolled up off Dthana’s limp retreating back inside amid those wonderful hairs bunching up inside, walking was even hard with those things in there. Dthana groaned, “How come I do not have to sleep? The Avole again, they’d told him. I do feel exhaustion until I get filled three or four times per night. Then I’m ready to go all day!”

Dthana got up to turn to face the other way; a pair of hands stopped him. And instead this brought him back to sitting again. “No.“ Getting Dthana a little in his lap now, “You bounce now”.

Dthana was doing that eye blinking thing again, his pleasure centers in his ass started cumming as soon as Siangka’s cock split past his flower, he did the bounce then shrieks of pleasure sounding out, a groan of the unable to sleep getting up to stand and watch as Dthana bounced Siangka to the same shrieks of joy. Then as Siangka came, the both of them glomped Dthana, and for Bvient the sounds of pleasure were just too much, he had to get sleep somehow, and that meant he was going to be balls sore tomorrow again.

The daylight was outside for sometime, Bvient had gone off hunting, for more flesh-meat for them to eat. Dthana rolled over from where he was laying he didn’t need sleep, but everybody sawing all that wood, he got bored. He went ahead and dozed off, being all by himself. Now the sun was well up, nearing zenith. Dthana looked over to the driver Tsenk who was tinkering with some engine part, off their armored patrol vehicle. “…Mechanical or electrical?” Dthana asked him.

“Not,” he answered, “pneumatic, I zthink dyou zzsay inn Amnoleann.” Dthana was kind of getting used to the way the driver and the gunner massacred the Amolean language. He’d even stopped trying to correct them instead just letting it go. “What is the problem?” he asked Tsenk.

“Goh, ahh zziss here doeszz gnot zzstay retracted” Tsenk worked it the toggle back and forth. Looking at the archaic way it functioned, Dthana pressed down a different toggle and the toggle in question popped closed. The revelation visibly shocked Tsenk, he looked at the part and scratched the back of his head, then looked at Dthana, “Ghow did dyou do that?” he looked at it again rolling the strange mechanism around in his hands then pressed the toggle it slipped into place again. “Hah! Dyou fvixed it!” he stood up in one twisting motion from cross-legged on the carpet. “Dthankdyou Dthana!” and kissed the Amolean on his nose, “ I zshow dyou zspinningk, tonight, dyou gwill like dthat!”

Tsenk tossed the part up then caught it, he laughed once, while walking away towards the back where the car was, making that end of the tent stay up. It was the windward side.

“Dyesszzz dyou will like dthat a lot! Tsenk was on the other side of the car, his tools now making music.

Dthana got up to his knees, looking at his pink tummy, it grumbled a little, not completely full he thought, getting to his hooves by one helping left hand. He walked over to the unlaced open tent flap. Sunlight filtered inside a soft breeze made the sides of the canvass door flutter at the edges. The real warmth of it when it touched his naked skin was pleasurable, he stepped out into the warmth, closing his eyes, and he spun around holding his nose to the sky eyes closed.

Siangka yelled as he was running this way, down from a dune, a wide viewing eyepiece goggle, the Sitran military used as a telescopic scanner, optical refraction with glass lenses. Amolean ones were solid state, only a couple moving parts and were last created over a thousand years ago in another universe.

Dthana was born as they passed through the barrier, from the other universe; the long trek lasted over three hundred years, before it ended the remnant of the Amolean race was within sight of the planet Moak.

Sitra was one of the continent sized nations on the planet. There was an ongoing war versus the aggressive Sitrans and the Casmahe and Koalan Moakiens. The Kasan were surviving under the thumb of Sitra these last forty years, after a hundred years war defending themselves from the conquerors. Unfortunately domestic finger pointing, lawsuits, impeachments and outright stupidity in the internal government as well as moles placed by Sitra inside the very workings of government, brought them to downfall. The fifth column, as well as their own greediness for the arms of power destroyed the Kasans.

But Siangka was really sprinting he yelled to Dthana, then again slowing so he could yell louder, “Dthana, get back inside, do it now!”

Dthana was taken aback some but did as he was told, Siangka was watching out for him, so he did do it.

Siangka came in next his chest pumping air, “We have a bad problem Dthana, there are Chiene’ Shike coming back with Bvient.” Siangka saw Dthana did not understand, Chiene’ Shike are elite heavy assault desert infantry, you call them elite imperial grenadier guards.”

Dthana’s eyes got wide, “What are they going to do, what am I going to do, we can’t just leave …Bvient is coming back with them, you say? “Dthana gulped, realizing what was going to have to happen if he wanted to stay with these Kasans and steal the space-plane tomorrow night.

“I really hope you are going to tell me you’ve got more Red…” he trailed off when Siangka, shook his head side to side slowly. Then Siangka winced, and looked at Dthana.

“I’m really sorry my friend but, we had better hurry we have to get you ready.” He arm draped Dthana again and rubbed his stomach. “You will get more to eat I guess, we could say”. Siangka was wincing a little too now.

He stopped, and started to walk away, Dthana stopped him. “Well let’s hope we can get some at the base tomorrow, come on.” Now Dthana was leading Siangka to do that thing again. Dthana needed a little help to get up and then sat down on the edge of the armored car’s slightly sloped fender. Dthana spread his legs and held out his cock so Siangka could insert the tube, then Dthana looked somewhere else in another direction, a greasy handed Tsenk came out from around the engine side of the car.

“Gwaht are dyou doing, commander Siangka?”

“Chiene’ Shike!” Siangka answered he found the castrating blade.

Tsenk understood the situation immediately his eyebrow ridges furrowed into a serious expression, he said to Dthana, “Goh, i’m zso zsorry Dthana, gwe gwill gvet dyou whole agvain, I promise!”

Siangka dropped his arms, “It’s like I’m destroying a work of art. I can’t do it! He’s my friend. Maybe we can take them down; there are only twelve of them!” Siangka backed away from what he would normally do, to a slave captive.

Tsenk came up and took the knife from Siangka who fell to his knees his hands covering his face and eyes. Siangka was sobbing; Tsenk came up to look at the job at hand, then ducked away then draped a cloth on the car and around Dthana to probably catch the blood that would spray out.

“I’m zsorry Dthana,” one quick slice, then a grip on the suction device and a push to let the flayed hair coated foreskin be reattached to the base inside his sheath. The little nick at the end was to allow penetration into his mid Avole.

Siangka had stopped, straightened himself up and was getting rid of the evidence. Dthana looked down between his legs, maybe he should have tried to whack off for a bit when he first got up. “Oh well, I’ll have to hold Tsenk to his promise.” He smiled back to Tsenk, with an; ‘I forgive you’ look in his eyes. Tsenk looked down and away, he was not happy.

Just as Dthana got off the armored car and dropped to the carpet in a sitting position the tent flap flew up he almost saw Bvient only coming in, a second he thought that Siangka had set him up somehow, but then he heard the hard sound of metal on metal, five really big Sitrans strode in. Siangka was back, “May I offer you hospitality, Commander?”

Siangka said politely, he motioned for Tsenk to get refreshments. The commander removed his war helmet and took off his sandstorm goggles and laid the goggles inside the helmet then set it up on the carpet. “Gwe Gwill stay here tonight, dthen gwe leave.”

The sand streaked Sitran said, taking a cup offered by Tsenk, he dumped it down his throat, some of it splashing out at the sides. Siangka, Tsenk, Syka and Bvient all drank the same way too, except they would start by sipping, then drinking in the normal way, before draining the rest in a slam.

He regarded Dthana now, and pointed, Gyou have him dyourzself thesze past two monthsz?”

Siangka did a double take between Dthana and the Chiene’ Shike commander. “How did you know that?”

“I meet with dyour Squadron commander Sang Tieht Tsehk, he tell mne dyou have a willing ZITH.” The commander’s gaze went slowly from Dthana, in an acted out Dthana was sure for the intimidation, a slow blink before he finished his diagonal twist to look sideways at Siangka.

“Yes, so he became a Zith, sure. We don’t mind, the command senior and the others are Sitran in their tastes, they don’t want a willing slave, they want one that screams and cries and begs for mercy, never getting any but the dominators laughing at them.” Siangka said matter-of-factly.

“Zspoken like ah true inferior,” the Chiene’ Shike commander snidely replied, “Dyou are Kasan zso dyou do not know all our gways!” He looked back at Dthana, still talking to Siangka, “Hafve dyour zslave come here,” The Sitran leered at the Amolean, then his eyeridges furrowed “…was he alwaysz dthis color, fvery fvunny it isz, ironic he gwill be doing that, …dyessz?”

Siangka looked towards Dthana, “Zith! Go over and pleasure the commander!” Siangka commanded.

Dthana crawled and acted like his hooves were still sore as hell, but the pain shoes had been removed a couple days ago, and stopped; he was kneeling in front of the Sitran’s (crotch) codpiece. The commander slipped his gauntlet off and reached to undo something that sounded like a spring was released, his whole hand cupped the codpiece then there was only the familiar laced, tied underwear the ‘general’ had on. The Sitran undid the lacings himself, his cock tumbled out; his balls revealed it was possible for a reptile to reek. Dthana held his breath, it was foul this was going to be actually worse than the old fat general. He did not dare close his eyes like he was aware of what he was going to do.

Dthana, was a pretty good actor too, while the other seven Chiene’ Shike crammed inside the tent, they all began to disrobe as they saw their commander getting ready for a blowjob by the Amolean. The last Chiene’ Shike to come in hurried over to the commanders and Dthana, “Zsir!” he took off a side slung pack and handed it to his commander “Here it is!’

The commander took out a hussar’s coat and sabretache of a trooper of the fifteenth Hussars maybe from one of his own troop. Also there was a single pair of Hussar leggings, (leggings, really what went for Amolean ‘boots’), sash and straps for a sword to hang and other weapons sheathes, no weapons though.

“Put dthisz onn!” Dthana did as he was told he struggled into the coat and strapped on the sash, straps and sabretache. Naked still from the groin down except for his leggings he was otherwise totally nude.

In a couple minutes the top part of Dthana looked like a recruit that had his pants and underwear taken by the Upper Tower, graduating class seniors. And this made two of the Chine’ Shike drop their clothes and armor and took each ends of Dthana shoving themselves painfully inside him. The hairs made everything all so wonderful, he moaned and wiggled his hips at strange angles the Chine’ Shike just got rougher slapping him handprints on his face. Back of the head, his right outer leg, and sides of his body. After the Sitra came in Dthana’s mouth, Dthana’s eyes were rolled back inside his head all this time he only jumped a little but right out of his own skin on every stroke, being quiet and taking this grunting marathon in both ends was nearly too much, he really wanted to let out his shrieks of pleasure but a look with one eye told him Siangka was happy he was doing this the way a compliant willing slut would do. Siangka smiled with his eyes to Dthana, and made a quick wink of approval at Dthana’s acting.

It was nonstop all night, all twelve parted him each many times over, the next day they beat Dthana up, slapped him around at first then beat him bloody, put him through long hours of real shrieks of horrible agony. They dropped a box of red in the sand next to Siangka, the Chiene Shike commander thanked Siangka for a good sex release and good workout. And to not give him red for a few days, make him suffer like a good docile Zith.

As they crested the last dune out of sight Siangka waited only three seconds and was right to Dthana in an instant, he took out the Red GBJ and inserted a needle in a syringe then filled the syringe. He moved to Dthana and vomited next to him. He could not stand what they had done to his Amolean, it made him sick. Bvient came up and helped, Dthana shrank back from Bvient blubbering, “Please! No more!” Bvient swallowed, hard.

He touched Dthana gently, the Amolean pushed into it. And Bvient inserted the first injection of three quarts of burning regeneration drug into Dthana, all over. Coated in blood, Bvient got up from a completely healed Dthana who was lying exhausted on the ground, but still he had a large full belly, nice and pink again. They had left the coat and other things. Dthana looked up at Bvient and smiled at him; Bvient dropped the last syringe in the sand and dropped to hug Dthana tight. Syka came in and only smiled at the tent flap.

“Gwe hafve to get away from here, i don’t want to effer do dthat again, I love dyou, …I love dyou.” He told Dthana, holding him and rocking.

Siangka, Syka and Tsenk joined them in the sand, four reptiles holding one Amolean between them.

Night had descended the modifications Tsenk and a normally silent Syka had done to the engine left the horsepower the same as well as torque, but the engine was completely silent only making a contained roar when the engine revved up. Tsenk was congratulated by Siangka, but was told, “No Dthana did it”.

Siangka and the others all made a pact, with Dthana over away from them on top of the turret looking through those goggle binoculars, but could only use then one lens at a time. They were to widely set apart for an Amolean to use, unless as a one eye telescope.

Anyway he was checking out the best path they should take, there was a big fighter-bomber sitting on the tarmac. It had been serviced and had racks and racks of bombs ready to be stowed inside. A long drawbridge-like lower ramp was extended. Just as Siangka, Tsenk, Syka and Bvient all made their pact, Dthana leaned down and said through the open hatch that they should get ready, and just rev the car and simply drive right inside, right up the ramp.

Dthana spun his legs round to slip back into the turret. And was sitting in the gunner’s seat when Bvient spoke up, “Gwe, hafvbe all decided,” he elbowed Siangka.

Siangka took over, “Anything else happens none of us will ever let you get hurt again! We all swore on our lives.”

Dthana was very surprised, but then thought before he spoke, “You are my family, I won’t let that happen…and you all will never have to.”

Dthana was serious he touched each one gripping their wrists or arm. His voice had choked with emotion on the last sentence.

“Now Tsenk you drive, I’ll guide you, everyone get ready this will need to be fast.” Each one knew his job, they all slid over into their usual stations, Dthana switched with Bvient, since he was the gunner, and took the observer’s position to the periscope. Bvient stood up for a moment and pulled the top hatch closed, he started to latch it but Dthana stayed his hand, “You and me have to get out first …don’t lock it!”

Dthana looked forwards and called the shots, “Okay, let’s get off this fucking sand dune planet!” Tsenk let out the clutch and the car started forwards…