text: Days went on as you got more used to base life. Grom showed you around to some more rooms that he had forgotten and introduced you to some of the pirates. Although Grom seemed to be the most sane one out of all of them. Most were the slave fuckers while others were bloodthirsty for more killing missions. You could tell that some of the pirates hated just for being human due to being completely ignored by some pirates in your barrack.
  
  As each day went on your desire for work grew stronger and stronger. Continually you would ask Grom if he knew of anything that would be planned and time after time he would say no. He did you give advice on checking the task board for odd jobs at the main hub though. These tasks always seemed to be taken quickly though, with it always being empty even though having heard that it was updated regularly. On your second visit to the task board a pirate passing through told you to not even bother. Apparently the slave fuckers camped the boards regularly in order to gain more income for their sexual needs.
  
  Knowing that the jobs wouldn't be worth of the trouble of camping, you quit on the decision to look for work there. Again you would just have to wait for work to pop up. Waited and waited you did until a full week later after your last visit to the task board was a new venture rumored.
  
  Grom had said that work rumors almost always turned out to be true so your hopes for a task were heightened. Just as predicated, Kane had summoned for all of his crew just a few days later. He seemed a lot more serious then he ever was though as he was about to talk to you all in your ships mess hall.
  
  "It seems as though the commanders of scout fleet that we ambushed are fairly unhappy with what we did. I have gotten word that a much bigger fleet is heading in this direction and will be expected to arrive in at least two years."
  
  This announcement from Kane starts to cause massive commotion and side conversation as everyone starts talking loudly.
  
  "Quiet!" He commands as the talking around you abruptly starts.
  
  "In order to prepare in advance for this invasion, we have decided that the best thing to do for now is start setting up outposts in the surrounding area in case our H.Q here gets spotted and bombarded. I will be taking volunteers now to help with establishing a outpost. I can take up to five. If you're deciding that this is something that you'd like to do then hurry and raise your hand because there won't be another chance to voulnteer.
  
  > stay on base
  You had been itching for work and you wanted to really put your hand up, but Grom stopped you before you could try anything.
  
  "Listen I know you've been really wanting to work on something but I suggest that you sit this out, something seems kind of iffy about this whole assignment. Just wait for something else to come up." Grom whispers into your ear.
  
  You take his advice and keep your hand down as others from your crew take the volunteer positions. You feel as though Kane is disappointed that you didn't volunteer as you gives you a quick glance before going back to talking.
  
  "Alright with our volunteers all set you are all relived until I get news of another assignment, just know that it'll come soon in light of this recent news. That is all." With that being said Kane takes his leave along with everyone else afterwards.
  
  Were humans really planning on invading this planet in spite of their scout fleet being destroyed, they would sure as hell be pissed once they found out what happened. Even with the setup that the pirates had here, nothing could match any of Earth's Armada. The only thing that these pirates really had the advantage over in their ships was speed.
  
  Leaving with Grom the two of you continued hanging out around base until anything exciting popped up.
  
  Months Later
  
  Kane had been wrong about their being upcoming work for you guys. The commanders of the H.Q started putting more resources on their outposts as people started getting forced to be assigned on them instead of at base. With the news that the invading fleet was twice the size than was expected, there were times when everyone was in full fledge panic. Some wanted to take their earnings and head back to their home world for early retirement while others tried to desert but were swiftly discovered and executed. Morale was at a all time low as the future seem uncertain and grim for this faction. There was still a year and a half left before they were expected to arrive but everyone was treating the situation as if it was happening tomorrow.
  
  You spent your own time alone to try and drown out all the sadness and fear that was making the entire atmosphere unbearable. Grom had even taken to going to the special rooms to try to relive some stress but stopped after two or three visits, complaining about a strong itching sensation around his cock. With him much more moody because of that, you tried keeping to your own while hoping that the situation would start to turn better if you could just wait all this bad shit out.
  
  Year later
  
  Nothing really mattered anymore. It seemed as if though Kane had given up on you the day that you didn't volunteer for his stupid outpost team that seemed to be failing as they weren't built to the commanders expectations. You took to becoming a alcoholic and smoking away your troubles as you waited for your final days as the colonists started entering your solar system.
  
  You didn't even feel anything when the bombs started to drop all over your H.Q. You heard the thunder of of them hitting everything around you as screams turned silent in a matter of seconds. The lighting felt painless as you drifted off into a welcoming sleep.