10-09-2015, 02:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-09-2015, 02:20 AM by KrocodileKrew.)
Now it was Twofor's turn to laugh hysterically. "Now you're the one who has to be joking!" he chortled. "Hoo-ee! Look around you, Earthen -- this is a Myrmidon spacecraft! Who are you going to call? The Ghostbusters? I don't think so."
His expression then turned serious. "Look, you clearly don't like getting yanked around - er, pardon the pun - so I'll give it to you straight: even if I could get you out of these chains - because I can't - my superiors like having young men like you. We mostly breed with women because it's more efficient; a woman of any caliber is capable of carrying a Myrmidon child to term, but it takes a supremely rare kind of male to be a viable breeder. And you? You'd pretty much be an excuse to hold another gladiator contest, with your very nice arse the grand prize."
His expression then turned serious. "Look, you clearly don't like getting yanked around - er, pardon the pun - so I'll give it to you straight: even if I could get you out of these chains - because I can't - my superiors like having young men like you. We mostly breed with women because it's more efficient; a woman of any caliber is capable of carrying a Myrmidon child to term, but it takes a supremely rare kind of male to be a viable breeder. And you? You'd pretty much be an excuse to hold another gladiator contest, with your very nice arse the grand prize."