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Bly’s newest Shinnies had a death wish, apparently. Between the mess hall incident and the trick they played on CMO Click, they were asking to get their shebes handed to them. But this was the last straw:
Bly was going to karking murder his shinnies.
Everyone knew Bly to be a kind and empathetic officer, he would never do anything to put his men in harm's way, physically or legally. But when Bly came out of the sonics bare ass naked yelling at the poor shinnies who had made the egregious mistake of stealing his blacks,
Well.
At least half 327th got an eye full.
Bly’s ass is at the center of all this attention. None of the vode had any idea how, shapely, it was. Some vode have even begun complaining about how it was a downright shame that their Commander only had eyes for his Jetti. Ever since this revelation, many a vode have taken to scrutinizing Bly when they thought he wasn’t looking, it’s honestly amazing how much the ARC Kama hides.
But those few tantalizing minutes where Bly had burst out the sonics, still dripping wet from the limited water ration, there was more action there then some of these vode had gotten in rotations. Bly was furious, that much was evident from his voice, but the absolute storm that took over his face was enough to stop those Shinies from ever attempting that again. The water left Bly’s skin glistening and coupled with his globular ass everyone was both scared and horny? No one really knew how to feel at that moment, later they decided that they would feel aroused by it.
“If I ever find out just whose idea it was to nick my blacks-” the furious Commander leveled a planet shattering glare across the locker room full of vode, pistol clutched white-knuckled in one hand. It was the kind of threat that really didn’t need to be finished for everyone to understand that Harran would be reaped.
