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"You fought for Wallace," CrazySugarFreakBoy! told the slaves whose control collars had just been neutralised by Shazara Pel’s destruction of the slaveship’s security panel, "Now fight for me!"
Most of the prisoners were in no condition to join in CSFB!’s crusade to crush the Slimy Slaver Lovetoad. But a number of green-skinned young woman in exotic costumes reached for objects that could, if misused properly, double as weapons.
"Ouch," considered Dr Blargelslarch as he imagined what the exotic toys might be and how they could be applied.
Goldeneyed flashed back into the holding bay. "Have you discovered where we are?" Shazara Pel demanded.
"Yep," Bry Katz agreed. "We’re aboard a Frammistat Eight slaveship that’s supporting the one competing in the Transworlds Challenge, and we’re on the third leg of the race, the scavenger hunt, just like Blargelslarch said."
"If I was going to lie to you I wouldn’t have come and released you," the archaeologist noted testily.
"Supporting?" CSFB! checked. "I thought each race only got a team of seven and the rest just stayed behind and helped out in between?"
"The Slimy Slaver Lovetoad likes his comforts," Dr Blargelslarch explained. "He has some rather specialised leisure interests that are best served on his own territory. Hence this second vessel in which the first can dock when it’s not off chasing down items for this cosmic treasure hunt."
"Then our enemy is not here?" Shazara Pel demanded. Her hands were bloody from the Reptiloid guards who had crossed her path on the way to free the other captives. "We must track him down and destroy him for the indignities to which he has subjected us."
"And also because he’s a grade-a slimo who needs dropping into the Sarlac’s pit!" CrazySugarFreakBoy! added.
"I’ve located the control deck," Goldeneyed reported. "There’s about a dozen Reptiloids there, heavily armed. I think they know there’s something wrong. But if we can take the ship we can use the comms array to let our friends no we’re alive."
"I have no friends," spat Shazara Pel. "But we could use the sensors to locate the Lovetoad’s quest vessel and annihilate it."
"We get to kill frogs?" one of the green-skinned slave girls asked eagerly. She hefted an electro-enema with anticipation.
"Well, make ‘em wish they were dead at least," G-Eyed suggested. "Let’s go!"
