I’m that bitch that works in the ship’s galley.

I mean it literally I’ve got wolf DNA mixed in with my human DNA, thanks to a lot of genetic engineering and being grown in a vat. They created my kind to fight in the wars, but then by interplanetary treaty chimera creatures like me were banned from combat duty. I think it was mainly out of fear of how powerful we could be. But honestly, other than some enhanced senses, my non-human DNA didn’t get me anything other than trouble. I could pass for human pretty easily, which is more than I can say for some of the supposedly fully human grunts I cook for.

And no, I do not go into heat. I don’t have more than two breasts, or any of the other stupid questions I get asked.

Anyway, the military still owns me and a bunch of other various hybrids like myself. They’re forbidden from destroying us, so they put us to work doing non-combat duties. So like I said, I’m that bitch that works in the ship’s galley. I cook food for a military spaceship, and I do a pretty good job of it. As I mentioned before, I have enhanced senses. I can easily smell when food has gone bad, which is a concern on these long missions. You can’t have half the ship sick with food poisoning when you’re about to go into battle. Or supplies can get pretty low, especially as supply lines get disrupted. Sometimes you just have to find an Earth-like planet and scrounge for food there. Between my nose and my taste buds I can tell what a human can tolerate, even if I’m able to eat a wider range of foods. Just because I’ve got canine DNA and an especially enhanced digestive system, it doesn’t mean I don’t have a refined palate. I’m a naturally good cook, and if I were fully human and not owned by the military, I’d like to think I could be a chef.

The crew are mostly dicks to cook for, They don’t appreciate the food I make for them, and of course there’s the jokes. “Hey, could you fetch me some fresh coffee?” Then there’s the constant use of “Who’s a good girl?” Or, my personal least favorite “What’s that, Lassie? Timmy fell into a black hole?”

I still make them good and often great food out of whatever crap I have to work with. But mainly I make it for my own self-fulfillment rather than their happiness. It’s a challenge to combine some weird roots found on one world with mystery meat from another, combined with spices I carefully hoarded since we last had a proper supply delivery. I’ll take the fact that they keep coming back for seconds even as they claim their moms could make it better as a win though.

And, they’re not all bad. Like… one of the privates that came on board during the last time we were at a base.

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More science fiction military stuff from me, and I've basically got more space sci-fi saved up to post. It's basically a romance, but also the world they live in is kind of a dystopia, not just for the war but also for how they treat her kind on many levels.

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