Jim had found himself in another dangerous situation. It seemed his belief that being Aisha’s slave would protect him from all the Ctarl-Ctarl had been false; at least one Ctarl-Ctarl didn’t care who he belonged to. Jim had been ready for a situation like this because although Aisha fully believed him to be safe under the guise of a slave, he hadn’t been so certain. He knew how prideful the Ctarl-Ctarl’s could be; they were a race that wasn’t familiar with the word ‘no’. It was only a matter of time before one of the Ctarl-Ctarl officers worked up the audacity to go after him. Molly it seemed was going to be the first to try and take the commanders slave.

“Move it, I’m hungry and your not going to stand in my way. Leave and I won’t tell my daddy on you,” Molly sneered, looking past Trisha at the little pink meal that she wanted so badly. Back on the home world, Molly only ate the finest Terran children. She had stables full of the cleanest, most well fed Terran on the whole planet. She had dinned on them for breakfast, lunch and diner, never had anything but the most prime meat touched her tongue. All that changed when she joined the military. Most of the time, they only served one Terran a day and they were usually tough, tasteless pirates. Occasionally she got tossed a few children, but they were always dirty and thin, not the type she was accustomed to.

She had almost gone mad from the lack of good food they had to offer. She was ready to hand in her papers and quit the army, when she saw her salivation. He wasn’t lanky, but had not fat enough to be considered chubby. His skin was fair and he was young enough to still have the taste found only in babies. He was big enough to fill her up just enough to give Molly that sense of satisfaction only a good meal could provide. She had fallen in love the first time she laid eyes on Jim.

He was so perfect; it was like God had sent her the finest meat in the universe to appease her while she moved up the ranks in the military. Once she got a taste of Jim, she could wait out the rest of her time aboard this horrid ship and get repositioned on the home world where her stables full of Terran children waited for her to dine on. She needed Jim or she would never be able to last her remaining time on board. His position as servant was only a small detail. He may have belonged to the commander, but once she explained her reasons for eating the small Terran, Molly was sure commander Clan Clan would understand. After all, Jim was just a Terran; Aisha wouldn’t care what she did to him.

“No way, you primly bitch. You’re not getting this Terran,” Trisha growled, putting herself between Molly and Jim.

“Why do you care what I do to him? Are you one of those weak Terran lovers?” Molly sneered. She hated Ctarl-Ctarl’s that cared about Terran more then anything. They were so weak and wretched. Any Ctarl-Ctarl who cared about Terrans was a disgrace to their race, giving the rest of them a bad name. Molly had often asked her father why they allowed Ctarl-ctarl’s like that to even live. The only right thing to do was string those bleeding hearts up and let the vultures have a meal out of them. Molly stared hard at Trisha, wanting to know if she was a race traitor.

“Of coarse not,” Trisha huffed. “I just don’t want to be the one to tell the commander that her slave became chow while I stood by.”
The trust was, Trisha could care less about upsetting the commander. Seeing the bitch get pissed off about her toy being taken away would almost be worth letting Jim get eaten. Let that cranky bitch see that she doesn’t have complete in control over the ship. The only thing stopping her was that their was one person that Trisha didn’t want to see upset, Paige.

She knew that a relationship was doomed between the pair even if Paige bought Jim off of commander Clan Clan. There was too much danger in their world; Jim would be eaten eventually no matter what they did. However, Trisha had no plan to let Jim’s demise happen before her eyes, she’d protect the small boy with her life. Trisha had promised to take care of Paige like she was her own and if that meant looking after Jim, then that was what she’d do.

“Hey, Jim.” Trisha said. She kept her eyes pinned on Molly, who was in a weak fighting stance with her legs spread and her arms at her side. “I need you to run, I’ll take care of daddy’s girl.” Trisha fully expected to hear Jim scampering away, but instead she saw him join her at her side.

“I’m not leaving. I left my home, my friends and everything already. I’m not leaving you,” he said defiantly. Trisha had to smile; it took a lot of balls to not run away when you had a chance. Trisha was starting to see why Paige had fallen so hard for Jim, he wasn’t like a Terran, he was more like a Ctarl-Ctarl. She didn’t get any more time to admire Jim because just then, Molly took a swing at her and the fight was on.