After arriving inside the bunker Aero fell back in line with the other dolls, waiting for the scout supervisors to either introduce themselves or issue further instructions.
"My name is Saul," the man explained, turning to face them all and pulling off the gloves he had been wearing outside.
He also drew down his hood, sewn onto the top of his standard uniform. Aero could see that Saul was much older than they were and had sandy brown hair with a handsome face, although there was a certain sharpness there.
"As you have probably guessed, I am a Doll and the rather large looking fellow to my left is my Feral partner, Blaine."
Aero glanced at the intimidatingly sized Feral stood next to Saul. He appeared to only be wearing a tank top, revealing his bulging muscles.
Aero wasn't sure that even Jago's biceps were that big. Not that he had been checking out Jago's biceps. Because Jago was a dick.
"To my right is my Doll comrade Eliza and her Feral partner Aisha."
The female Doll named Eliza gave the group a warm smile, her Feral offered them a sneer instead. This seemed to amuse Saul as he chuckled and made a tutting noise.
"We try not to enforce too much of a hierarchical system here on Whiskey Lima 59. However, given our prior experience with this planet, and the fact that this is your first active mission - I should hope that you will defer to our decisions whenever possible."
Everyone in the group murmured their assent before Saul beamed round at them all,
"Well then - welcome to our humble base here on Whiskey Lima. Eliza will show you to your rooms where you can get settled. You'll notice we don't have many windows but we do have a semblance of electrical power here from our trusty generator."
"Oh thank god," Aero muttered, earning him a crooked grin from Saul.
"You will start with your scouting tomorrow, when you are rested," Eliza added, smiling warmly round at them all.
The shack turned out to be a lot bigger on the inside as they were all allocated their own individual rooms, each equipped with a single bed and a wash basin.
"Communal bathrooms are at the end of the hallway," Aisha instructed. "There are two hallways running parallel to each other. You stay out of ours, we'll stay out of yours."
"You don't separate it by Dolls and Ferals?" Aero asked hopefully as Aisha snorted and her eyes glowed red.
"Guess not," Aero muttered as Jago strode into the room directly opposite Aero's and slammed the door.
Beside him, Felicity winced painfully.
"Yup," Thomas nodded, "he's pretty mad at you."
"He'll get over it," Felicity sighed, "is it okay that I'm in this room Aero?"
Aero raised his eyebrows as Felicity gestured to the room next to his.
"You don't need my permission!" He grinned, before realising he was smiling at a Feral and quickly rectified his facial expression.
It was weird though, Felicity didn't feel like a Feral. She actually seemed capable of holding a conversation without growling or needing to sniff someone's butt.
Aero shuddered as he tried to rid himself of the mental image of Jago anywhere near his butt.
"Everyone got their allocated protein rations?" Sienna called out as she marched down the hallway, glancing at everyone who subsequently nodded in response.
"Umm.." Felicity shuffled awkwardly.
"We only rationed for eight," Sienna snapped back as Aero rolled his eyes and reached out to snag a spare pack from her.
"There's enough," he chided Sienna, before handing the tightly wrapped packet of dehydrated protein to a sheepishly grinning Felicity.
"Thanks man," Felicity replied, "you're my favourite Doll so far."
Aero snorted, "Yeah, well you totally win the title of least offensive Feral."
"My heart bleeds," Thomas retorted drily as he disappeared into the room next to Felicity's.
Aero winked at Felicity as he closed the door to his own bunk room, turning round to survey the sparse furnishings with a drawn out sigh.
The only decoration he could see were some initials and a date carved into the wall by the bed, "L & A ". The date was from a year ago and Aero realised with tightness in his throat that those names must have belonged to the original scouts that were sent to the planet. The ones who had died.
Aero shook his head and then wasted no time in pulling off his uniform. A layer of sweat had gathered on the inside from the flight and all Aero could focus on was the promise of running water at the other end of the hall.
He quickly grabbed a nearby towel to wrap around his waist before exiting the room and hoped that everyone else would be too tired to bother showering yet.
The communal bathroom was freezing cold and every time Aero breathed out he puffed small clouds of steam.
"Hello?" he called out into the echoing space. Aero let out a contented sigh as there was no reply and went to turn on one of the shower valves.
It was stiff and clearly hadn't been used in a while, Aero was pretty sure a normal human wouldn't have possessed the strength to twist the metal in the designated clockwise direction.
Finally, the knob gave way. Aero hissed and jerked backwards from the icy spray that burst from the faucet, however a few moments later the water turned to comfortably warm, running over his goose-pimpled skin in heated streams.
Each shower cubicle was boxed in on three sides by walls of chipped white tiles. However, Aero still did a quick second check round the rest of the bathroom before allowing himself to indulge in some much needed self love.
He bit his lip in anticipation as he slid his hand slowly down his front, along with the water sluicing through his fingers and causing soapy rivulets to meander through his happy trail.
His cock started to swell and throb as the shower beat down on him. He wondered absently how long he had before the hot water inevitably quit on him.
Aero figured he had best not take too long, despite how much he wanted to drag it out and relieve himself of all the tension that he had been building up for days.
He was just winding a soap slicked finger round to leisurely trace the outline of his eager hole when Aero froze.
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