It was amazing how strong you could be when you are scared shitless, she thought to herself as she pulled the pistol tucked in the man’s waistband out and shot both of them at close range.
She looked down at the settings when she didn’t see any blood and breathed a sigh of relief that it was set to stun. She looked around, swinging the pistol up and pointing it in case anyone else came along. It looked like she was in some type of small freighter. She listened carefully but she didn’t hear anything but her own heavy breathing.
“Okay, now I need help moving your asses somewhere where you can’t wake up and get me,” Star muttered as she stared down at the two unconscious figures.
She turned with a squeak and pointed the pistol as another figure came forward. “You requested assistance?” The metal figure asked with a twitch to its head.
“Y…Yes, I do. What are you?” Star asked hesitantly.
“I am Numbnuts, a class A service bot,” the metal figure responded.
“They named you Numbnuts?” Star choked out on a startled giggle. “For real?”
“Yes, I am real. You requested assistance,” Numbnuts responded with another twitch.
“Can you help me secure these two so they can’t get loose? I don’t want them to hurt me. What I really need is a way to lock them up and take control of this…. Whatever it is,” Star said looking around the dingy freighter.
“This is a First Class Piece of Shit,” Numbnuts stated as he bent over and gripped the back of each man’s shirt. “I will secure them in the shithole.”
Star giggled as Numbnuts turned and began dragging the two men she had knocked out down along the long, metal corridor. She couldn’t help but wince and feel a little sorry for the two. Their asses were going to be raw by the time the service bot got them to the ‘shithole’.
Numbnuts dropped both men in the middle of the corridor. Star watched in fascination as the service bot bent over and pulled up a section of the floor, it was hollow underneath the panel. Thick metal bars covered the hole that was about the size of the dumpsters back home. Numbnuts lifted the metal hatch and slid it to the side. At the bottom of the hole was what looked like a port-a-potty. There were also several piles of blankets and a lot of empty bottles. Numbnuts picked up one of the bodies and dropped the man on the pile of blankets where he promptly rolled off onto the cold, metal floor. He turned and did the same thing to the next man. Once he was done, he slid the metal bars back over the top and slid a locking device into place.
“Do you wish to cover the Shithole or not?” Numbnuts asked Star who was watching the whole process with wide-eyed amazement.
“What do you normally do?” Star asked, biting her lower lip.
“It depends. If Dumbass is drunk and annoying then Jackoff requests that I do. If Jackoff is drunk and annoying then I do not. Dumbass says it is easier for him to throw things at him without the covering.”
“Are you telling me those two use this on each other?” Star asked faintly.
“Yes,” Numbnuts responded. “Unless they are being boarded by an Alliance ship. Then they hide their illegal cargo in the shithole.”
“What kind of illegal cargo?” Star asked curiously.
“They specialize in the trafficking of a foul liquid that often causes them become quite loud and annoying,” Numbnuts said waiting to see if he should cover them or not.
Star glanced down at the two men who were snoring loudly now. She giggled when one of them rolled over and snuggled the other. Something told her these were not the typical warriors Tai Tek normally hired.
“Don’t cover them up and whatever you do, don’t let them get out!” Star ordered. “Is there anyone else on this piece of shit?”
“Only IQ,” Numbnuts answered, tossing the cover plating to one side of the corridor.
“And who is IQ?” Star asked wondering if whatever it was could be any more wacky.
“IQ. You call IQ? What now, Numbnuts? I’m busy. Someone has to work on this piece of shit,” a very small robot about a foot and a half tall rolled up in a ball and uncurled until it was standing on two legs with wheels attached to the ends.
“Oh,” Star gasped. “Hello.”
IQ turned on his wheels and scanned Star. “Ah, my beautiful little butterfly. Have you come just for me?” He purred rolling up to her. “I’m IQ. I will bring your every fantasy to life,” the tiny robot murmured in a voice that reminded Star of Pepé Le Pew, the adorable skunk from the cartoon show.
The tiny robot reached out an arm, or at least she thought it was an arm, and grasped her hand firmly between its three digits. The head leaned over and the creature pressed his mouth to the back of her hand before turning it over and doing the same to her palm. Star jerked her hand back when she felt something slimy touch it. She glanced down and saw a faint line of oil along her palm. Gross!