Battleship Destroyer (13 page)

The Chief watched them go
through the door and smiled as he let out a lung full of air. He thought he had lost them both for a second when his buddy was able to get to him before the first boy had gotten through the door. But then the first boy had dragged the second with him. The Chief chuckled as he turned away. It was a one way door. By law they had to walk through the back door without a recruiter to prove legally they joined of their own violation, but it said nothing about buddies dragging in friends. Over half their new recruits were literally, dragged in by friends. Normal everyday commonsense people who would have never even thought about joining, if it was not for their friends wanting to justify their own recruitment or too scared to go in alone. But usually once a group or pair broke up looking at and wanting different carriers. They also had different reasons for joining and letting them get back together usually just magnified their reasons for not joining, resulting in losing them both. So they went to extreme measures to keep such recruits apart.  But this time it had worked out just the opposite. Instead of the second boy that was vehemently refusing to join dragging the first boy out to think about it, the first boy dragged the second in even though experience had told the recruiter it would take a squad of marines to drag him in threw the back door. What figures?

The Chief
walked over to the two ladies as they disengaged themselves from the mass of papers and stood up. One replacing her boob back into her bra. "Thanks ladies; that was a very good job this time. Those little tidbits about his brother and cleaning the shit tanks sealed it." He handed them each some big credit bills. "Now get back out there and get me some more recruits."

One of the women stuffed the money down her bra.
The other down her shorts that barely covered her bush and into the gap between her legs. "You sure you don’t want the local boys and girls? They would be a lot easier to recruit. Only half of the ones we bring in go into your back room."

"Sorry la
dies, but we have thousands of the local hicks already, they take a year to train the basics too. The Trampship crewmen only need basic training for a couple of months not to mention the years of experience in space they have already. No, we need them to form the backbone of our new fleet crews. With what is coming down the pike, the navy simply does not have the time to train experience into all the new crews. Now get out there and shake your butts and boobs. And if you can get me the right little bitching details and heart's desire on each one you bring in, I could get every one of them to enlist. Make you a lot more money. Fact is, if I get the next ones you bring in to enlist I will double your fees." The girls left as another crewman in tramp clothes followed a scantily clad woman into the recruiting center.

The Chief started sizing up th
e man but then paused for a second as he heard a noise out on the promenade. Turning, a recruiter in dress blues was standing next to the girl he had seen before out on the promenade dressed in the same Trampship crewmen uniform as the boy he had just enlisted. She was telling him what she thought of him and all men for that matter for all to hear. She wore a tight wrap around her chest with a baggy blouse and jacket hiding her breasts with no makeup on a face that did not need makeup.

The Chief
watched her actually tell the recruiter to get lost as she sneered at him pulling a stun rod, even though her friends who were with her started licking their lips as they gathered around the uniform with too many muscles and a chest full of bright shiny medals. That got the Chiefs attention as the girl that told the recruiter to get lost started to leave, looking apprehensively baffled tear filled eyes back into the Recruiting Center.

The Chief smiled, the
tramp girl wore her pain for everyone to see if they knew how to look. And part of that pain just got recruited. He flicked another finger and a couple of woman recruiters ran out onto the promenade. The girl was a sure bet now they knew what buttons to push, with her dragging her 3 friends along so she would not feel alone, if they worked things right. Girls always ran in packs making it easier to recruit the whole pack than an individual and since the individual was already mostly a certainty, the girls were dead meat.

Stepping to the door into the promenade
he smiled as he called out. "First Class Evens." Getting everyone's attention including the targeted Girl. "Mr. Turner will make a wonderful pilot and officer for the fleet, congratulations for signing him up." He knew the recruiters just getting out there would take his hint and run with it. He turned back through the door to the man with his nose almost up the call girls butt and smiled. He didn't have to look at the text the call girl had sent after sizing him up but he did anyway, just to make sure. He didn't want to take any chances, the stakes were too high. He had a ship to fill. He also sent a text to the recruiters with the girls out on the promenade, just to make sure they used the right bait even though his statement to hook the girl should have been enough to reel them in. Then made a note to make sure the girls were not assigned to the same training company as the two boys if they did manage to snare the girls. Though he would have laid a healthy bet with odds."

The universal
Vacuum alarm went off. Jack jumped out of his bunk without thinking and headed for his suit locker only to stop at the foot of the bunk as he realized he was not in his cabin. Not only was his head trying to fall off but nothing looked familiar. Besides he knew from the feel that he was still planet side. Baffled he looked around at a hundred guys and gals doing the same thing down the row of bunks lining both sides of the compartment. Wearing only underwear with numbers printed on their fronts matching the bunk numbers they had been sleeping in. Looking around for his cloths he remembered that all their civilian cloths had been taken the night before leaving them with only the shorts they were wearing. But why were they here?

Then it hit him as he realized
that he not only felt shitty and had a headache but he had signed enlistment papers before being sworn into the United Republic of Planets Navy. "Oh shit! Is my old man going to be pissed at me." Jack said to Tom sitting on the front of his bunk next to Jack's bunk, wondering what he had done. Except Tom knew why as he stared at Jack still in shock. Expecting Jack to do something about it or for the nightmare to end.

Looking down the rows Jack
realized that a few of the faces looked familiar but could not remember some of their names as he sat down on his bunk holding his aching head. But then he was terrible with people's names after trying to avoid them most of the time aboard ship. Scared to death of being noticed and criticized.

A
familiar man came into the compartment and said in a booming voice with no effort that sounded like it could carry across a stadium. "OK maggots. My name is Chief Starly. I want everyone in the big yellow box in front of their bunk NOW!" Chief Starly continued to walk down the passageway between bunks. "Move it Maggots, move it.  We don’t have all day! Place your feet on the foot pads in the box in front of your bunks. Move it! Move it! Move it!" The Chief stepped up to a man standing half out of the box. Placing his nose within an inch of his even though he had to stand on tip toes. "I said! Put your feet in the box on the foot imprints idiot!" The Chief screamed showering the man with spittle, hurting Jacks ears even though he was ten bunks away. "I want to make sure you are alive and not the walking dead maggot."

As the man hurried to comply
, the Chief turned around and spotted an empty box directly across from Jack's bunk. Rushing over to the bunk he stared down at the lump laid out in the bunk sleeping wrapped in a blanket with Navy printed across it that roughly resembled a woman. Then placed his mouth next to her ear and started screaming. "Don't tell me your ship taught you how to breathe vacuum shit head. Now get your butt in that box."

Turning over lazily
she looked up at the Chief's mouth only a few inches from her one open eye. "I know what a vacuum alarm sounds like love. I also know what a leak and reduced atmosphere sounds like and what ships gravity feels like and we are still planet side. Besides I didn't get to bed until 3 this morning and it is 5 now. Give me a couple anti-hangover pills and wake me in another 5 hours like a good boy and I will head back to my ship. Maybe we can party again next time we are in port if you promise me more action. Last night's party was a bust and I never did get laid." Pulling down the blanket enough to expose her huge breasts. "None of the officers seem to be interested in these. Can you believe that?" She turned over and buried her head under the pillow. "I am losing my touch."

The Chief grabbed the
mattress and dumped the woman off the bunk and onto the deck blankets and all. "Now get your ugly butt off the deck and onto your foot prints maggot. No more partying nights while you are aboard my ship. You are in the Navy now." He turned and started walking away. "Now maggots just to make sure we are on the same page. The Port side of the ship is to your left facing the bow. The Starboard side is the right side of the ship facing the bow.  That never changes no matter where you are or which direction you are facing when talking about placement and directions on the ship. Otherwise your left hand is your left and your right hand is your right referring to your personal body. Do not confuse the two. Port and Starboard always refers to the ship and all its equipment and compartments and the area around the ship. Left and right refers to your sorry assess and only your assess."

The Chief took a
deep breath.  "The Navy has no ceilings aboard ships, they are called overheads. Decks are the things you walk on if it is air tight, if not then it is a grate, even if you can't see through it. The difference is important because sealing a hatch in a grate does you no fucking good at all to keep you alive maggots. All walls are called bulkheads unless they are not air tight and then they are partitions. Shutting a door in a partition will kill you if you expect to stay breathing during a hull breach. You need to close a hatch in a bulkhead to stay alive. If it is not air tight then it is not a hatch. The Navy does not have rooms aboard its ships except for the main propulsion spaces which are called engine rooms. All airtight spaces are called Compartments or cabins if they are not air tight, though birthing compartments are called cabins even though they are air tight. By regulations all birthing cabins must have hatches on them and be air tight no matter how small. So maggots if you hear the vacuum alarm in the middle of the night and you are in a 4 bunk cabin, check before you open the hatch or you may kill yourself and your buddies. It is very simple to remember even for piles of shits like you maggots."

The woman
dragged herself up off the deck from under the mattress, shedding the blanket she revealed nothing underneath as she wiggled everything including her bare butt for all to see as she walked to the front of her bunk with her boobs bouncing with each step. Standing naked on her foot pads she rubbed her head pulling her long hair up as she stretched. Her bare boobs jutting out in front of her. Then she reached down with one hand and scratched herself under the boobs making them dance. Then she put her other hand down into the 6 inch gap between her legs for a second to scratch as she scratched her butt with the other.

Birthing
Cabins are air tight to give you plenty of time to put on your ships uniform coveralls that double as an emergency life support suit that you are required to wear at all times when you are not in your birthing cabin and you will always be wearing them before you open the cabin's hatch. You are responsible for making sure everyone in that cabin has their suits on and are sealed before you open that hatch once the vacuum alarm has gone off. If you don't you will be spaced so you can join the poor sap you killed that thought you were his buddy…."  Chief Starly was stopped half way across the barracks when he started hearing wolf whistles and turned back around to see her standing naked on her foot prints robbing her boobs around pinching her nipples with her eyes closed with a smile. Walking back as he studied every inch of the woman's body he placed his nose against her nose. "Just what in hell are you doing? Where are your shorts and sleeping bra maggot?"

"I don't like to sleep with anything between me and a man
, love. Panties and even that thin sports bra are too restrictive and just get in the way of having fun and damn uncomfortable." Smiling. "Don't you agree sailor."

"Why of
course maggot. Fact is I think you should not do anything that makes you uncomfortable, since my navy is so liberal. But your skivvies are government property and I would hate for you to loose government property. Get your god damn skivvies maggot! Now!"

With the Chief riding her ass
, she grabbed her skivvies from the locker next to the head of her bunk and started to put them on.

"Did I tell you to put them on
maggot?" The Chief dragged her out into the middle of the passageway by pinching one of her big red nipples and walking fast. "Now everyone take off your skivvies and put your panties or shorts over your head like a hat with the number up front and put your sports bra on backwards facing your ass with the straps over your shoulders." Everyone in the compartment did as they were told. "Now with your free right hand, take ahold of your crotch. That is wrap you hand around your dick if you have one or stick your fingers in your slit between your legs if you don't have a dick and hold on tight. Then repeat after me." The Chief started chanting. “Public privates are for all. Touch my skivvies and die. Public Privates are for all. Touch my undies and die. That means people, that if you walk around naked flaunting what you have outside the head and shower, anyone can jump in and play. The Navy is an equal opportunity organization. Which is why there are strict rules against exposing yourself. This is not a nudist camp. But we all have to live and shower together so every compartment is wired. Uniform and no touching rules strictly enforced even in the shower where ogling and starring and sexual harassment will not be tolerated. Now to that end let's get started by getting rid of the old school yard's reason for smirking at your fellow naked bodies.