Commander's Rounds

Commander's Rounds Interlude 3- In with the New

Princess Royal huffed as she moved some inconvenient furniture out of the room. Both she and Tiger had been dressed up as maids. In her case, it was under protest, but Tiger didn't seem to mind something frilly that showed off more skin than was likely necessary- Her fellow battlecruiser's work outfit seemed to have taken after Sirius's in certain lascivious respects. "I wish it was hard for me to believe that you were enjoying this somehow."

Tiger chuckled. "Better than being sent to the breakers a second time, right?"

Princess Royal moved the office chairs outside, where they might be taken by someone in far more desperate need of seating. "That bar you have just set is so incredibly low it may as well be reinforcing part of the roadworks. The only thing that is making this even remotely tolerable is that it's for the sake of a royal child."

Tiger began vacuuming up the dust left over from removing the unused office equipment. "Really? I would've thought you would detest the girl, and call her some kind of mongrel or whatever you sorts of people like to insult others with."

"Her mother is a Kansen, and that will shine through above anything else that's detestably human." She sighed. "It's one thing I never really understood about those so-called "master race" fellows- If your inherent qualities are so obviously superior, then why worry so much about them getting overcome by the so-called "lesser" qualities of others? I suppose that's just the way their matter of doublethink worked- It's not like we can expect coherence from an ideology that despises intellect. She will be a lovely child, and that is the end of it."

Tiger chuckled at that. "Amazing- You've twisted yourself into making a fool of our country's old enemies while also still being wrong about the birds and the bees." She giggled. "Of course, perhaps we might find some place where you can show me exactly how much of a contortionist you are~"

"And that's all you'll have to say about that. It's a conversation you're free to have with yourself, as it's embarrassing enough to have to play the role of a menial, much less spend it with someone who, on certain nights, thinks that "Rum, sodomy and the lash" sounds like an intriguing offer for a night's entertainment."

Tiger smiled, and stood well inside Princess Royal's personal space. "But you haven't asked to do something that means you get to work away from me, have you, partner~"

The other battlecruiser sighed, and shook her head. "...I've had time to think of it, and frankly, your lewdness is one of the few constants in this world I can still cling to. In your own bizarre way, you are my Polaris in the ever-turning sky. As much as you test my nerve and patience, I would far prefer you be here than be gone."

Princess Royal yelped as Tiger threw her arms around her. "Aww~ You were lonely without me. Well, I'll make sure we'll have some special time together. The kind that you like~"

Princess Royal blushed a deep red as she was pressed into her far more abundant comrade. "U-Unhand me this instant you over-grown stern-chaser...!"

Dido clapped her hands, trying to be in charge while blushing at the pair. "N-Now, there's time for that later, but you two need to keep cleaning up the room...!"

Tiger chuckled, and let go, stretching. "Oh, yes, I've been such a naughty maid that needs to be punished~"

Dido stared blankly at Tiger for a while.

Tiger blinked. "Hm? Something the matter?"

Dido turned a deeper shade of red, and poked her fingers together. "W-Well... You... sound like my younger sister..."

Princess Royal huffed, and got back to work. "I swear, the help gets lewder every decade..."

Dido blinked. "B-But... Do you seriously want to be punished, or..."