Star Kitten
Authors: Purple Hazel
Tags: #erotic, #space opera, #science fiction romance, #space pirates, #prison planet, #captive females, #galactic pirates
a novel
by
Purple Hazel
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Star Kitten
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Chapter 1:
Intergalactic Penal Colony
Chapter 2:
Fifty Earth Years Later
Chapter 9:
The End of Warden Ggggaaah
Chapter
12: Another Year Passes by on Star Pussy
Chapter
13: Meanwhile Back on New Australia
Chapter
14: Voyage to Star Pussy
Chapter
15: Attack on Star Pussy
Chapter
19: The Order of Heroic Merit
Chapter
20: Chasing the Anarchy
Intergalactic Penal Colony
The President of the Assembly, a rather aged
and respected Porkonji named Abrafrilric, suddenly stood up and
cleared his throat. The murmuring inside the gigantic hall swelled
into that kind of a roar that comes from the result of hundreds and
hundreds of people making discreet whispering comments to their
neighbors next to them or behind them.
Pig-like, rotund, and gruff (just like most
full-grown Porkonjii) Abrafrilric’s throat-clearing was rather more
like a snarling, snorting, gurgling growl, but even this had little
effect on the mass of people crowded inside the convention hall. It
was a gigantic building spanning a quarter mile square area and
located near the supreme government building in the planetary
capital of Porkonji. The interior was a cavernous hall that was
made of stone walls, stone floor, and a very high ceiling. It was
lit only by lamps and some chandeliers suspended from the vast
wood-beamed ceiling above. Porkonjii didn’t really need or like
very bright lights. Their very sensitive snouts directed their
movements more than their eyesight. And their big floppy swine-like
ears accomplished the rest. But their buildings and rooms were
large. They liked to have lots of space to move around in.
There would still be a few more moments of
tense murmuring within the crowd before he’d be able to regain
control. Abrafrilric could already tell this would take a while. It
usually did anyway. So he just stood and waited patiently for the
tumult to subside. No use in trying to regain order—that would be
like interrupting ancient earth pigs at a feeding trough (back in
more barbaric times when swine were bread for slaughter and
consumption by Humans). But on Porkonji, the evolution process that
led from tiny rodents to wild boars to pigs continued to advance
that life form into a bipedal sophisticated life form which grew to
dominate the other species on its planet. Porkonjii learned to
stand, to walk, to communicate, and to develop higher
technologies.
Abrafrilric was the duly-selected leader of
this year’s meeting—honoring a tradition that had gone back over 70
galactic years (roughly the equivalent of 301 earth years).
Tradition was that the host planet would choose its own President
for the annual convention. The Galactic Convention had been held
every galactic year since the Peace Treaty of Slartigifij, which
ended the war between the planets Zorgolong and Pumalar. This first
convention was hosted back then by the very wise and docile
Slartigifijian planet elders, and was held to establish the terms
for peace between these two bitter long-time planets. After that,
the event was moved annually from one planet to another, to promote
fairness and balance in decision-making. This particular galactic
year (which equaled 4.3 earth years) the Convention was held on the
planet Porkonji.
Abrafrilric gripped and lifted his gavel,
but the murmuring still rose. No one heeded this gesture
(determined gavel-grabbing somehow didn’t seem to draw their
attention). And he even thought for a moment about raising his hand
to calm them. Porkonjii had hoof-like claws that could grip like a
human’s thumb and fingers; but specifically it looked more like a
human hand tucked inside of a mitten. The difference was that their
grip was incredibly strong as was their bodies.
The audience was made up of ministers and
delegations from all the seven different planets of the
Interplanetary Authority, as well as their colonies and their
satellites. This throng of humanoid beings had begun meeting
centuries ago to address matters affecting peaceful resolution to
conflicts between planets. But it also over time dealt with issues
affecting free and open trade, as well as threats to the health and
welfare of the galaxy’s billions of citizens. Today, the proposal
being presented to the over 1000 intelligent beings in attendance,
was very nearly just as controversial as it was ingenious: the
creation of an Intergalactic Penal Colony for violent
criminals.
It all started with a proposal that had
originated from the Earth delegation regarding prison over-crowding
and the humane but practical treatment of inmates. The murmuring
had begun just a few minutes before, after Abrafrilric had
announced that debate would soon begin on the measure. Behind him a
giant screen, the size of a soccer field, was activated and
switched from its usual computer image of the Interplanetary
Authority logo, to a title of the Earth delegation’s proposal: NEW
AUSTRALIA PLANETARY PRISON. Then it began scrolling down and
gradually detailed in Galactic language exactly what the proposal
was. On smaller computer screens located at each desk inside each
planet’s delegation box, the same proposal was being detailed in
that planet’s native language as well. But most of the beings in
the audience preferred to read Galactic. Educated beings all spoke
and understood the Galactic language and only spoke their native
planetary languages in their homes; or with their families. As the
audience read the details of it, the murmuring rose higher and
higher as more details were described; and the screen scrolled down
further.
What the Earthmen wanted was to develop a
global penal colony on a barren planet located inside the star
system of Rijel. As the Earthmen explained it, the twelfth planet
in the Rijel system already had a small mining operation, located
below the surface. What the mine needed was labor; and below the
rather forbidding planet surface it would be “easy” to support a
population of forced labor with the planet’s already available
supply of subterranean aquifers. The interior of the planet was
basically glacial ice, and within a mile below the surface it was
quite easy to dig wells inside the planet’s infinite cavern
system.
The commercial mine could simply be
purchased, the existing staff and administration of the mine could
be retained, and all the Interplanetary Authority needed to do was
create a prison and guards there to supply the mine with workers.
Existing labor there could continue to be employed as supervisors
and foremen.
Simple
! Just like everything the Earthmen always proposed. And
therein lay the irony with those beings from Earth. Almost nothing
about Earthmen and their ethics or logic was in any way…
simple
.
The controversy lay in Earth’s long-standing
reputation for deception and ulterior motives when it came to
intergalactic politics. They just always seemed to be justifying
their policies or actions by claiming it was necessary for the
greater good; seemingly oblivious to how it might negatively affect
other planets or the natural order of things. The other planet
delegations could just assume the Earthmen were really trying to
devise some scheme to either rid their own planet of a problem—or
even more likely they were just trying to make a lot of money. Then
again, it might be a combination of both - it was always like that
with Earthmen. Their “logic” as they called it, always seemed to
rationalize away most anything resembling morality or common
sense—just like a fresh coat of paint could be used to cover up
rusted metal.
As the famously wise
Slartigifijian Planet Elder Sektarpuldifleej once put it, “They
(Earthers) aspire to greatness which they cannot truly achieve, so
they portray noble ideals that are beyond their capacity.” Another
way of putting it might have been, that Earthers
(
humans
as they
called themselves) were compelled to accomplish more than their
abilities or emotional nature could bear. So they would embellish,
boast, and exaggerate. They would very often portray an image of
what something could be, rather than what it would most likely
become. They would make unrealistic projections; then decry and
chastise the failure of those involved in its implementation. The
Human way of developing and managing an operation was to set goals
that were technically unachievable, then blame everyone and
anything but the planners themselves for not achieving
them.
Most certainly, all
planets had the occasional violent criminal who was beyond reform.
But most of the other planets had a more black and white view of
the treatment of antisocial behavior and sociopathic traits. On
Pumalar, for instance, they followed a very simple code for
punishment when it came to errant acts. Pumalars believed that an
offender should have the capability of repeating the offense
removed
from them; so
that they could later continue their contribution to the greater
good of society without even being ABLE to make that mistake again.
A rapist...? Castrated; no questions asked. A Thief…? Severed hand
or hands, depending on what was stolen. A liar or blasphemer…?
Tongue removed. All Pumalars grew up knowing the consequences for
all their actions, so it was also KNOWN that if an adult Pumalar
committed the act, then it could only mean they’d made the choice
to violate the law and deserved the punishment
accordingly.
The difference with Earthmen was that they
could lie… and that was what made them so confusing to other beings
in the galaxy. Just what were they up to this time? An
intergalactic penal colony where all the galaxy’s violent criminals
could be disposed of? “That was immoral,” said the Slartigifijians.
If Earth needed to house and reform its criminal element; then they
should do so with better prison systems and larger facilities that
could reeducate their inmates back into society.
By way of comparison, the short and
lizard-like Zorgolongians just scoffed that the Earthmen were
merely looking to capitalize on the untapped potential of the
twelfth planet’s mineral wealth; by using “free labor”. Of course,
they should have thought of it themselves frankly, but it was too
late now and that likely frustrated them.
