* * * * *
As soon as Ta'enka'erf had run off (with Obmuj and Logunn right on his heels), Captain Tocneppil had had no choice. He got out his old binary translator unit, and strapped it to his left wrist, while plugging it into a battery pack on his left hip. Then, he activated the astromech droids. Officially, their call signs were R2-A1; R2-U2; and R4-Q2.
But, he just referred to them as "Bing, Bang, and Boom," respectively. A nickname they had earned countless times, what with the almost-human temperamentality they displayed whenever they got in each other's way during any sort of maintenance or repair work under anybody else's supervision but the Pho Ph'eahian's. Indeed, there were times when Tocneppil was unalterably convinced that Ta'enka'erf had deliberately programmed them to be a bit _too_ much like himself!
He was sighing for what felt like the thousandth time when the call came in over the comm-link.
"Ta'enka'erf? It's about time! When...?"
"Sorry, Captain. But, I've got a long story to tell you. And, I have to do it in the tersest fashion possible."
Suffice it to say that Tocneppil was astounded by the news of other humans being shipwrecked on this planet. He was also, quite naturally, disturbed by the revelation of stormtroopers being encountered...and killed.
"You know the ones that got away will call for reinforcements," was the first thing he said when his first mate was finished.
"Affirmative. So, the faster those droids can get the ship fixed, the faster we can use her to find the one called Fitzhugh. And, then, get off this rock!"
"I'd be happy to oblige," replied Tocneppil: "But, we'd make more progress if you were to get back here and _personally_ supervise them."
Almost on cue, there was a sudden bang, followed by a veritable cacophony of accusatory clicks, whistles, and beeps.
"Consider that suggestion an order," snapped Tocneppil.
Ta'enka'erf was chuckling so hard, it sounded like he was stuttering when he acknowledged and signed off!
* * * * *
At that same moment, if there was one person on this whole strange planet who had even less of a sense of humor than the captain of the Nightshrike, it was Alexander Fitzhugh. As soon as she had judged that he had had long enough to metabolize his food, Lee Noticias began making him do calisthenics!
Starting with sit-ups.
"ONE and TWO and THREE and FOUR!
MELT more POUNDS off. MORE, MORE MORE!"
"Please...madam. I...am not...built...for such...rigors!"
Lee just smiled and ignored him. Using her thumbs and forefingers to grasp him--gently, but firmly--by his shoulders, and make him touch his toes. The best she could do, though, is lean him down toward his knees. And the stormtroopers who had been captured with him might have found this funny, under other circumstances.
Unfortunately, for them, this was _not_ one of those other circumstances. Nor were Lee's daughters sitting and grinning at Fitzhugh's sit-ups out of malicious amusement. Rather, it was because they had their new pets tucked securely between their legs!
Loogar was pinned between Kyle's muscular calves; and Roogar between those of Leslie. With only each one's head barely visible.
"Come on, you guys," said Kyle: "I thought you told us you were physically fit."
"Yeah," agreed Leslie: "Yet, so far, all you've done is--teehee--slightly tickle us!"
Finally, Loogar could stand it no more.
"Please,...Mistress. Let me...out? Pretty...please?"
To emphasize his sincerity, he began doing the only thing he could do, what with his hands pinned to his sides. He began kissing the epidermis of her leg in his immediate vicinity!
Kyle responded, accordingly.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Loogar, you naughty boy!"
She removed him from between her legs and raised him up to eye level with her left hand.
"I don't know whether to spank you or thank you!"
"I'm your pet for life, Mistress," the tiny trooper replied: "You may do with me whatever you wish."
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Kyle cooed: "Such a little sweet talker. How's yours doing, Sis?"
Leslie used her own left hand to lift up Roogar and put him in her right hand.
"How about it, squirt? You still have a temper shorter than your cute little bod?"
Roogar blushed and shook his head.
"You may also do what you wish with me, Mistress."
Leslie squealed with glee, before engulfing her little pet's head with a long--and tremendous--wet kiss.
* * * * *
While that light-heartedness was going on, however, two flotillas of landing craft had made planet-fall. Some of them discharging elephantine AT-AT's full of stormtrooper infantry. Others, squadron after squadron of recon troopers on speeder bikes. And, all of this occurring within relative spitting distance...
...of the access road presently being traveled by Inspector Kobic and Officer Kazuma.
tbc
Giantess World
