Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

Time seemed to freeze for Syn inside the escape pod, the air thick with the hum of his own breath, the dead console staring back at him like a mocking tombstone.

The evacuation bay stretched beyond the viewport, its steel walls glinting faintly under the dim lights, a cavernous trap he'd walked into willingly. Then the hatch groaned, a metallic screech cutting through the silence as Vera and Aster pried it open from outside, their silhouettes looming like avenging shadows against the bay's glow.

Pako hovered behind them, her small frame swathed in the blanket she'd snatched from her bed, her fingers tucking it tighter around her curves with a practiced flick, her dark eyes glinting with anticipation—she knew a storm was brewing, and she braced herself for the chaos.

Syn didn't wait for them to haul him out. His hands fumbled with the manual override, a lever tucked beneath the console, and with a grunt, he yanked it down. The hatch popped fully open with a hiss, the seatbelt releasing its grip as he stumbled to his feet, stepping out into the bay before Vera's outstretched hand could close around his arm. "Wait—listen to me!" he shouted, his voice cracking with urgency as he raised his hands, palms out, his dark hair falling into his hazel eyes. "I can explain why I did this—just hear me out!"

But the three women were a wall of fury, their voices erupting in a cacophony of frustration that drowned his plea. Vera's purple eyes blazed, her fists clenched as she stepped closer, her voice a growl. "You think you can just run off again? After everything?" Aster's teal gaze was colder, sharper, her broad shoulders squared as she loomed beside Vera, her words cutting through the din. "We trusted you, Syn—thought you were one of us—and you pull this?" Their anger was raw, visceral, fueled by the sting of betrayal—they'd welcomed him back, believed he'd chosen their side, and here he was, slipping away without a word, as if their bond meant nothing.

Pako chimed in from the back, her yell slightly off-beat, a frantic edge to her tone as she clutched the blanket tighter. "And if I get pregnant, huh? What am I supposed to tell our kid about their dad—that he ditched me in the night?" Her voice cracked, half-serious, half-theatrical, and the absurdity of it stopped the others cold. Vera, Aster, and Syn turned as one, their argument grinding to a halt as they stared at her, her faint blush creeping up her tanned cheeks under their scrutiny.

Aster's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping into a wary murmur. "You didn't…" She trailed off, her gaze flicking between Pako and Syn, a flicker of hope in her tone that Pako hadn't crossed that line. Vera joined in, her voice sharper, laced with accusation. "You promised, Pako."

Pako's lips quirked into a sheepish grin, her dark eyes glinting with a cute 'teehee' as she shrugged, the blanket slipping slightly to reveal a bare shoulder. "Oops, my bad—I guess I broke that promise in the heat of the moment." Her deflection was light, almost playful, but it hung in the air like a spark in dry grass, igniting a fresh wave of tension.

Aster shot her a look, her teal eyes hardening as she stepped forward. "We'll deal with you later," she snapped, her tone firm but tinged with exasperation. "Right now, Syn's the problem—his little stunt ends here." She turned back to him, her stance widening as Vera closed in beside her, their boots thudding against the bay's floor in unison.

Syn raised his hands again, his voice steadying as he tried to cut through their rage. "Listen—I need to go to the Kingdom. It's not about running—it's about acting before it's too late. This could bring down the King, end his games for good!" His words were earnest, his hazel eyes pleading, but they fell on deaf ears. Vera and Aster advanced, their faces set in stone, their hands reaching to grab him, to drag him back to the ship's heart where he couldn't slip away again.

"You've lost the right to walk free on this ship," Vera said, her voice low and cold, her purple hair swaying as she loomed over him. "You abused our trust—twice now." Aster nodded, her grip tightening on his arm as she pulled, her strength a quiet threat. "No more chances, Syn—you're done sneaking around."

Pako piped up again, her voice cutting through out of sync, a dramatic wail as she shuffled closer, the blanket dragging behind her. "Yeah, and he used me for his sexual urges, then tossed me aside like a broken toy!" The trio paused, their heads swiveling to her once more, her words a jarring note in their fury. She stomped her foot, her blush deepening as she yelled, "Take me seriously, damn it!" The comedy of her outburst broke the tension for a split second, a ripple of absurdity in the storm.

Vera ignored her, her focus locking back on Syn as she closed the gap, her hand brushing his shoulder. He murmured, his voice low, audible only to her, "I don't want to hurt you." Her purple eyes flickered, a moment of hesitation flashing across her face—and that was his opening.

"I am sorry" Syn murmured in a low voice only Vera could hear. In a swift motion, his hand darted behind his back, pulling a small taser from his waistband which he took from Pako's room for safety, its prongs crackling with a faint blue glow. Before Vera could react, he pressed it against her side, the zap sharp and sudden, and she crumpled to the floor with a choked gasp, her body twitching as the current faded.

Aster's eyes widened, shock rippling through her as Vera hit the ground, her purple hair fanning across the steel. "Syn—what the hell?!" she barked, her voice raw with disbelief.

He didn't answer, his new plan snapping into focus—run for the hangar bay, snag a fighter ship. Unlike the pods, the fighters ran on separate power grids; Mia's override couldn't touch them. He bolted, his boots pounding the floor, his breath sharp in his lungs as he darted past Vera's prone form.

Aster recovered fast, her instincts kicking in as she squared her shoulders, her teal eyes blazing with resolve. Syn wouldn't go down easy—she saw it in the set of his jaw, the fire in his stride. She took her stance, knees bent, fists raised, a fighter's poise honed by years of brawls. Pako clutched her blanket tighter, her dark eyes wide with suspense as she watched the showdown unfold, the air thick with the promise of a clash. Syn slowed, his voice a low murmur, "I'm sorry," his hazel eyes flickering with regret as he faced her.

"Save it," Aster shot back, her tone clipped as she lunged, closing the distance with a giant leap, her blonde hair whipping behind her. Her fist swung, knocking the taser from his hand with a precise strike, the device clattering to the floor. She stomped it under her boot, the crunch of plastic and metal echoing as she crushed it, her gaze never leaving his. Then the fight erupted—hand-to-hand, raw and relentless, their movements a blur of strikes and dodges.

Syn was sharp, his body humming despite the exhaustion of his night with Pako, his reflexes honed from soldier days cutting through the fatigue. He ducked Aster's jab, countering with a quick elbow aimed at her ribs, but she twisted, her arm locking around his in a bid to pin him. Her strikes pulled back at the last second, a flicker of love softening her blows—she didn't want to hurt him, not really, just subdue him, drag him back to reason. Syn felt it, the hesitation in her grip, and pressed his advantage, his foot sweeping low to unbalance her.

Pako watched, her breath hitching as the dance unfolded, then realization hit—she couldn't sit this out. Dropping her blanket to her waist, she leapt into the fray, her small frame a wild blur as she aimed a clumsy tackle at Syn. "Stay back!" Aster yelled, her voice sharp with alarm, but Pako ignored her, her arms flailing. Syn sidestepped, his hand snagging the blanket's edge as she stumbled past, and with a swift yank, he spun her like a top, the fabric unwinding as she twirled, dizzy and disoriented, crashing to the floor with a yelp.

She landed sprawled, naked again, her hands darting to cover herself—then pausing as she blinked up at them, a sheepish grin breaking through her daze. "Oh, right—you've all seen this already," she muttered, her blush fading as she waved off her own embarrassment.

Syn didn't pause, seizing the blanket's length as a makeshift rope. He lunged at Aster, wrapping it around her arms in a deft twist, pulling tight as she stumbled, her broad frame crashing down with a grunt. He looped it around her torso, knotting it fast to her feet, her teal eyes glaring up at him with a mix of fury and betrayal as she strained against the fabric, the threads stretching taut, on the verge of snapping. Vera groaned faintly from the floor, stirring but down, and Aster was bound—his main threats neutralized.

He exhaled, a ragged sigh of relief, his hands trembling as he stepped back, sweat beading on his brow. A big mistake. Next was Pako, she was naked, really hot looking, her curves and perky tits, he could feel his wood rising and throbbing, a big mistake, compromising his agility.