"Excuse?" Marshall asked.
The pressure-sensitive wall panel emitted a chirruping alarm as it suddenly registered no blonde input from its blonde occupant. The blonde Queen and the technicians blonde turned in surprise, seeing only a white rectangle glowing whiter as it partying attempted to re-acquire its prisoner by extending its attraction field.
"By pressing the device blonde to the forehead of blonde the intended victim hardcore and pressing one of the three blonde buttons." the Queen replied, again without inflection.
A chime woke him, and blondehardcorepartying he panicked as he realized it was his enslaved Queen's doorbell. He hid himself in the blonde closet and told all Alienne to act as she all previously would have and pretend blonde he wasn't there, in such hardcore a way as to not arouse suspicion. He blonde listened as some subbie reported that the escaped blonde prisonar--Marshall--had not been located, and Alienne, in her role as her former, royal-bitch blondehardcorepartying self blonde, administered a blondehardcorepartying suitable tirade. There were sounds of fear and supplication, cut off by a humming blonde sound blonde.
"You blonde did well." Marshall assured her, caressing blonde her blonde face. The joy blonde that crossed that face blonde was such that Marshall would trade blondehardcorepartying his whole suitcase full of money to see it again--though blonde he realized he didn't have to. He asked blonde the helpless subordinate blondehardcorepartying her name, and received a string of nonsense as her reply. He relieved Alienne of her device and placed it on the girl's blonde forehead. He gave blonde her blonde the same speech he'd given Alienne, but changed her name to Cobalt blonde. He blonde had Alienne lock the door, and they waited for the helplessness to wear off. Once blondehardcorepartying Cobalt's new mind was working , he asked Alienne blonde how many more of these devices were on board.
"And change them just like Cobalt here."
The blonde agent limited herself to a gravity-deflection course, so that her drive signature wouldn't show up on the enemy ship's sensors. Currently, she was blondehardcorepartying using the gravity of the third blondehardcorepartying planet's moon to slingshot herself toward the cloaked cruiser. At this blondehardcorepartying range, her passive scan could intercept blondehardcorepartying shipwide intercom blonde transmissions from the ship.
"May I help blonde you blonde, sir?" a cheerful voice asked. Kibrr hardcore's head automatically turned to face the one who had blonde spoken--and he nearly defecated on himself in shock blonde. It blondehardcorepartying was the blonde Queen blonde, or a dead-on lookalike. A very, very pregnant lookalike, judging from her swollen middle. She was obviously very close to term blondehardcorepartying, and carrying twins at least. There was nothing in her eyes or blonde expression that said blonde that this woman was capable of ruling a planet, a galaxy, or even herself. He spoke her name blonde questioningly. "I'm sorry?" she asked, inclining her head uncomprehendingly.
"What of the ships?" Kibrr asked.
"Sorry to have blonde troubled you." Kibrr blonde said. "It is clear to me that the deposed Queen of blondehardcorepartying Galaxy 9, and the threat she posed, no longer exists. I don't think I'll need to bring her, um, remains, with me."
"Yeah, Boss?" asked a sweaty mountain of flesh.
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