Space Odyssey: Spectre-Chapter 388: Skinny? Shiny?

Chapter 388: Skinny? Shiny?
Gorund nodded at the truck as the garage door closed. "Where is he going?"
"I lended him my truck for the time being." Jace answered as he was frowning at the device he created. It could surpass the communication network. But it looked like the High Priestess was busy at the moment. He tossed it on his workbench before standing up and walking over to help Gorund. "He needed a way to get around since everything from public transportation to communication is down."
"You are not worried about this situation the colony station is in?" Gorund asked in surprise with a gruff chuckle.
Jace chuckled. "Nope. The Victorium are quite dangerous when they want to be. An example of this is that the position of High Priestess is not gained through political connections. In order to obtain the position you need to be a greater warrior and display a high-level of tactical thinking and preparedness."
"Heh, it can’t be that simple." Gorund responded as he looked at Allie who was mumbling calculations as she attempted to do them in her head. Jordan and Cho were doing homework as well. Jace was having them work on signing and speaking for an hour.
Jace shrugged, "it is not." He then crouched down and looked at the power source of the vehicle which he decided he should start working on. "They have a habit of... planning for almost every contingency. They no doubt have plans for an orius invasion as well." Jace explained as he pulled out some tools and began working.
He then looked over at an unconscious person who was still chained to a chair. It was the person Cain had captured. Jace had periodically injected him with something to keep the man asleep. Cain still wanted to hand him over to the High Priestess when she eventually came.
He was honestly surprised that those fake cops had not returned. But then again, it was not like they knew where they were. In order to figure that out they would have to actually act like actual police and do a bit of investigating.
"Good. But I wonder how-"
"Jace, you have a visitor." Cain interrupted Gorund.
"Hey I was talking, you pile of bolts!" Gorund yelled up at the mechanical dog.
Cain just ignored him. "It is that woman who usually dresses in white. Do you want me to let her in?"
Usually?
Jace frowned when that thought popped in his head. "Yeah go ahead and open the door."
"Hey! Don’t ignore me!" Gorund yelled up at the mechanical doberman as Cain lowered his head again and the garage door began opening while the light shield was disabled.
Mistress White was standing just outside the garage door with a shocked look and a hand raised like she was about to knock on the door. She blinked for a moment before looking around. When she saw Jace she froze for a moment before blushing and walking over.
"How did you get more handsome?" Mistress White asked as she walked over and began looking over his head. "Actually, I do not think I want to know." She kept staring for a few minutes as Jace and Gorund worked.
Eventually she sat on the ’seat’ of the hover bike and watched him work. Jace sighed as he glanced at the woman. "Was there something in particular you wanted?"
"Nope. I am quite literally bored." Mistress White answered while making a popping noise with her mouth as she said bored. Jace looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she rolled her eyes before she began explaining. "The Victorium have closed the docks and ordered a halt to all game activities. Both my gambling house and racetrack are closed for the time being. Then there is my search for my wife. The Victorium have informed me that they will take care of it. While also assuring me that they will pay the loss of profit from keeping my games closed." Mistress White explained whilst retching her body.
Her breasts bounced momentarily while her dress showed off a fair bit of cleavage. Her legs were just as seductive. But they were both pulled out of their thoughts by Gorund.
"What the balls are wrong with this woman? Why is she so skinny? Why is her skin shiny? Women should not be like that!" Gorund grunted in annoyance as he waved off the woman. "Stop interrupting our work. Stop showing skin too! So, undignified." He pushed her off the seat of the hover bike.
Jace had to bite his lip from bursting into laughter. Jace knew the dwarf was doing it to stir up conflict. But it was still amusing to watch it happen.
"Skinny? Shiny?" Mistress White’s eyebrow twitched as an annoyed look graced her face. Then she smeared and looked down at him. "Should you really be saying that when you are just a midget with a face full of grimy looking hair?"
"Midget?" Gorund grumbled and then his face took on a look of anger. "Grimy looking hair?!? You skinny piece of- women should be tough and hardy maidens with locks full of hair. Not skinny things with minimal muscles and redundant pieces of fat!"
Now everyone was watching as the two argued. Jace was tempted to stop it. But he was also very interested in where this would go. So he just continued to watch and work. He was not the only one either as the others did the same thing.
"What? Most men stare at them like googly eyed toys when they see these things." White put her arms under her breasts to accentuate them. "I bet you are no different! But you said something so rude instead of admitting it. Looks must not matter to you, I can tell because of that stuff you call beard hair."
Gorund stroked his beard hair with pride. "I will have you know. I quite enjoy the female body. But I prefer them to have rippling muscles so they can manhandle me." Gorund admitted with a strange amount of pride that had Jace raising an eyebrow.
There was a moment of silence before White responded with a nod of her head. "I agree. Women with muscles who can manhandle you are the best. But you did not have to be so rude as to insult my body!"
Jace raised an eyebrow as White agreed with Gorund.