Chapter 16 - Muscle Memories

You cock your head at the list of options. You had brought Anagyros, damn that name felt odd, up to see if you could calibrate it. However the screen, saying that option is locked, is in the way of that. You click on the option anyway, perhaps an explanation or prompt will appear and explain. Instead however, there is only a flat buzzer that replies to your selection. 

You try again, and the buzzer sounds again. You shake your head and tap the First option, "Strength Output Assessment." The machine rattles once as the boxing target lowers into position. There are tones around the room as sensors attached to some of nearby equipment power up. Words type out onto the screen. They flash once, then again.

Preparing Assessment. 

You roll your shoulders and get ready for whatever pops up.

Strike the Target. Right hand.

Simple enough. You bring your arms up and in a bladed posture jab straight against the target. BOFF! Your knuckles strike the target in the general center. On the screen an empty rectangle appears, and starts to fill up. A new prompt appears.

Strike the Target. Left hand.

You do, this punch feels easier. You shift your weight and the punch flies hard against the target. BAM!  This time the target rattles and slides forward. The Bar fills up, but not by much.

Again. Right Hand. HARDER.

You steady your stance, and bring your right hand forward and angled down, WHACK! You twist your hips into the follow through. More of the bar filled with that hit, but maybe a third of it is still empty.

LEFT HAND. HARDER!

You pivot in your stance, moving your shoulders their connected by pulleys, combined with your stance and hip motion to plow your left fist into the target. WHAM! It slams right up and the machine lets out a happy buzzer, and the speakers play carnival horns. It's a bit much, but you put that in there to reward and relax the troopers when they were recovering from injuries. The goofy nature helping them relax.

You smile as you remember. The lights were lower then. It was balls watch and the gunship was docked. Nobody was in the training room, except for you ,and one of the Troopers.

"HARDER!" You roar, feeling your toes grip the mat under your feet. A dark leg of corded muscles swings up to knock against the heavy kick pads you have over your forearms. You feel Ana's scales slide to brace the impact from your right arm, over your back, and down your left leg into the floor. The scales rattles as the kinetic force carries through them, a rolling wave of metal across your bare back. "HARDER, CORPORAL!"  You switch your stance and raise up your left hand. You have a kick pad on it, as well, and Ana barely has a chance to rearrange before your taking another heavy hit.

But still, you manage to brace, and with Ana's help, bear out the hit. You look into deep green eyes, laser focused and aimed right at you. Her face shows no signs of emotion, just a subtle frown as her jaw strains with her attacks. "That's not gonna knock me on my ass, Trooper!" You heckle, even as you feel your bones rattle from the last hit. "You want to pin the Sarge? You're gonna have to-WHOA!" You duck as a sweeping kick nearly takes your head off. You smile. "Bet-" A gloved hand surges forward and grabs you by the sweaty shirt you're wearing. "-ter?" You manage before your off your feet, and slammed into the mat.


Your bones still feel like they just got thrown into an industrial grade tumble dryer, with a ton of bricks for good measure. "Oh-kay." You drag out the syllables as your ribs rattle in your chest. "That was harder."  If not for the impact gel inside the mat, your spine would have been crushed into dust. Those same heavy legs appear stomp into position on either side of your hips. You look up, past the sweat dripping down the dark ebony skin of her legs. You tilt your head to see past the tight boxing bloomers that cling tight so tight to her mound you don't need your imagination. You're propped up on your shoulders when your gaze glides up the washboard abs and lingers on the heavy, heaving, head sized breasts contained by the sweat slick sports bra. Healed scars run up her body. Cuts, bullet wounds, burns, and bite marks hint at stories. Some she's told you, others she's kept to herself. "Olivera?" You quirk your lips into a smile as she drops into a squat. Her breasts jiggle and shake in the bra as she rests her hands on your chest.

She's not smiling, that same neutral expression is on her face now as when you started. She squats lower and the thin material of your training shorts is pulled away. Partly by your tenting dick, but mostly after she hooks a finger in the hem and yanks it down around your knees. Then, Olivera descends the rest of the way, and your cock presses between the covered folds of her cunt. 

"Oh no. Olivera?" You manage to gasp. Quietly, she rolls her hips forward and grinds along the length of your cock. You could lift your arms, or try to move, but you lost, and this is her game. She sees the look of assent on your face as you nod, and keep your arms at your side. That same neutral expression remains on her lips, though her green eyes have started to dilate, and remain fixed on your face. 

Your face goes hot as she presses downward, and your cock is forced between your abs and a soft place. The material of her bloomers is slick from her sweat, but not just that, so she slides easily against you. You grip the mat with white knuckles as she runs her hands up her abs, and under her bra. She rocks her hips back, until your cock can stand just shy of straight up in the air, before she slides back forward. You turn your head away from the sight, and she stops.

You're looking at the door, and she's stopped. She's holding there, the heat radiated off her cunt, and against your cock, with no care for that thin layer between them. But she doesn't move. You swallow and with the most subtle of movements, look toward her without moving her head.

Then she flexes and you feel a clench around your cock, lips pressing against it and pulling on the skin. She holds there, now. Just that squeeze on the shaft of your cock. You look away for the barest moment and she relaxes her grip. You exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding. Then you swallow and turn your head to meet her gaze.

Beads of sweat drip down her face, from effort or restraint you can't tell. Her hands are under her bra, cupping her breasts and pulling not on the nipples directly but on the tender outer edge of her areola. When your eyes meet, she resumes her grip, as well as her slow grinds forward and back, against your cock. You feel the throb of an approaching orgasm and she shudders as the throbbing travels from you to her and her pace doubles. You shift your legs and get a better grip. She doesn't stop you when you push up with your hips. She just brings the full weight of her body down against your cock for one last stroke back. Then, she pulls the sports bloomers aside, baring her sopping lips and aims your cock head to penetrate. She pushes her hips forward, leaning back while you thrust up.

The feeling flips the switch and you feel your cock thicken and pulse, cum pumping out in thick ropes. Olivera lets out a cry and she cums with you, hard, as your cock hits the back of her cunt. It isn't far back before you feel something press against your cock. The walls are tight and squeezing. They milk you as you pour load after load into the deepest part of her. Her abs tightened and you feel the pressure on your cock increase. 

Your vision blurs as you cum harder, and your jizz mixes with her own fluids as they drip out run down the sides of your thighs.

You're standing with both hands braced against the machine. Was that going happen every time you had a memory of a crew member? Had you slept with all of your crew? What about the men? Did you even have any male crew? You don't recall. But that's not saying much at this point.

You look at the machine see the options have updated.

>Strength Output Assessment: Complete: Rating 13: Acceptable. 
>Visual Acuity Exam
>Stamina Test
>Reflex and Flexibility Test
>Memory and Knowledge Exam
>Interpersonal Test
>Probability Awareness Test
>Anagyros Calibration (1/7) Locked
>File Available: Remaining_File_02

You click the option to open the second remaining file. 

Trooper Squad NXO <IDC X-CP-O4-3201-4-3204-1-0715>, additional notes; Don't give up, Kapitan.

You smile as your finger grazes the screen, then frown as it triggers it to flip back to the previous display.

You feel your cock throb in your pants, a few more memories like that and you're going to have to call on Zoraida, or take care of it yourself. The thought of memory brings your gaze to the first of the more mental exams. It's been modified since you installed it, possibly by Doctor Tomoe.  But you need to at least get something of your memory back together. Maybe that's how they'll trick it back into place? 'Testing' you to see what you remember, and leading you along that way?

You and, apparently your crew, were operating on the risk that the Empire had programmed enough into your to leave some kind of violent response to your memories. What if they hadn't? What if your crew had forced the Imperial Agents' hands fast enough? What if the only thing they'd done is block off the memories from not related to the Empire?

You bring up the Memory and knowledge Test and there's a soft, chime. Once more letters spill out over the screen.

Welcome, Captain. The following test will be broken into two sections, Personal Memory and General Knowledge. Personal Memory will be a series of images related to your past. Please relax, and take as much time as you need, to determine your answers. You will be able to view all the images then answer at your leisure. This program is capable of decoding long form answers to determine accuracy. 

Let us begin.

The first image is of a city skyline. It's nighttime, and most dominate light comes from one of the buildings, and the planetary rings in the sky behind the skyline. The building seems to be a simple rectangular sort of structure, until it reaches the top where the structure narrows, allowing for a large balcony. From here up the tower is illuminated brightly, and after several floors, the structure narrows again, and atop it, a cylindrical tower, that rotates. Wait. The image isn't moving, but you know that top part of the tower rotates, allowing those inside a moving view of the city around it.

What is this world? And what purpose does the illuminated building serve?

There's another image, as your scroll down, this time of a building set in the sprawl of an urban supercity. It's set on the roof of a major building, with landing spaces for shuttles and small craft near the back, and around the edges. There are trees, planted in small spaces, each a precise distance from one another, and each groomed and pruned in a particular fashion.

There are bright blue panels on the outer walls of the building. They give the illusion of windows, but you can tell they let no light into that building. Ever.

What is this facility? What world is it on?

You scroll down to another picture. This one during the day, and far from anything urban. It's a wide landscape shot of rolling green hills and mountains. The same planetary rings rom the first image are there. But you can see them stretch across the sky. You must be far north, or far south, to see the rings like that. Either way, you're far from the city. There's stonework near the corner of the image, a small wall, and a road or walking path.

What is this region? How does it relate to you, personally?

The picture after that shows more city, but in a different place, a different world. Where the last world has lush greens and blue skies, this one was red of rust and purple in sky. It might be sunset, but you have a feeling that this was a world you would never be able to breath on, normally. Behind two massive desert buttes, a colossal structure looms like a massive umbrella of metal, ceramics, and industry.

Starships are frozen in time around it, captured by the image. Some are tethered to it, fueling or drawing resources from the massive structure, you can't be sure. Atop it, a city emerges, and gleams like a cluster of silver knives pointing at the sky.

What species built this structure? Describe them, and what you can of their history. What is their homeworld's name?

Why would an 'alien' world be part of your personal memory? Well, you weren't Imperial anymore, so there was a good chance you brought on crew who were exclusively human.

You sweep your hands up to the last image and nearly reel. It is of a cube. A massive cube. Submerged in water, on a world, that itself orbited another massive world, judging by the huge crescent in the background. But the cube. It was.... incredible. The blue lines of light that ran along its surface. They're, they're words, maybe? A message, yes. You're certain of it. How? Why? You look anywhere else on the image to distract you, and then you see them. Eleven specks on the sand, casting shadows. Those were people, that's how freaking huge this cube was.

There is only one question under the image of the cube; Do you remember this?


How do you answer the questions?