"Sir, the invasion has begun."
"Excellent," Jeron said, sipping from a glass of Cardei brandy. "Sprinkle a few fireworks around the planet. Just to give the people a right scare." He chuckled. "Keep them away from the objectives of course but be generous at the same time."
He petted the head of a dark-haired male slave who was curled at his feet. The boy looked up at him with wide green eyes and sighed lustily. Jeron grinned down at him. Certainly he was no Gaston but he'd been amusement enough in the time being.
"Yes sir, at once sir," the deck commander said, saluting. He turned to issue the Captain's orders to the rest of the crew as Jeron lounged in his command chair, gazing at the growing ringed sphere of Diranda in the holographic view screens that hovered over the main deck below. He smiled. He couldn't help it. That beautiful violet and teal ball of earth that had been the obsession of every Rysusi since he could remember. Particularly Byrne Salik, the Marshall of the Legion. He didn't know anyone who was more obsessed with the taking of Diranda than Salik. Not even himself and he was quite obsessed with the little world. The only thing he was more obsessed with was the boy who fancied himself King of Diranda.
Small bursts of light blossomed across the surface of the planet and he smiled.
It was only a matter of time.
"Come," he said to the slave, pulling him up into his lap. "See if you can entertain me more than the invasion can, boy."
The slave blinked at him and gave a low, sensual moan. He leaned in and began nuzzling Jeron's neck, his hands moving quickly and skillfully over his body, seeking beneath his uniform jacket.
Jeron moistened his lips with his tongue and sighed, leaning back in his chair.