Chapter 3 - Flight and Friction

Present Minus Thirteen Hours, Twenty Minutes.

"How?" Corporal Moira Angela growled, her voice heady with lust. She answered with action, spun Lt. Sable through the zero G so that his face was now firmly pressed against the bulge that was beginning to burst from the burgeoning briefs. With his teeth, Sable gripped the hem of the clothing and held onto Moira's legs to steady himself. 

The towel was floating free as Moira pulled him down, and his cock pressed into the valley of her cleavage. Her hands pulled his legs apart even as his teeth yanked her underwear down. As her cock flopped free, muscle tension pulled it tight and slapped Max in the face. "You can start with my balls." She order-suggested, and her own tongue snaked out of her mouth as she lowered her head to tickle and tongue the Lieutenant's testicles and taint. His toes went rigid and he cooed even as he pressed forward and kissed the tight skin that held the Marine's augmented anatomical attributes. His tongue darted from his mouth and he dragged along the skin and savored not a bitter or overly salty taste but something a bit more like sugar. 

Side effects tempering and luxury augments were the off the books way of rewarding Valkyrie for service or exceptional merit. Sweat that tasted like honey was certainly a plus for more than just Moira. Max wondered what the cum brewing in the balls he could barely bring his lips about would taste like. He inhaled sharply through his nose as Moira's tongue began to probe elsewhere between his legs. He managed to catch his breath before she penetrated his ass, her tongue diving and rimming into him, even as Doc Hona's cum still clung to the insides of his colon. 

"Holy, FUCK." Max tried to look over his shoulder, but Moira's thick, tensing, trembling cock filled his vision. "That's going in me, huh?" He asked noone, except perhaps himself. "Better lube it up." He wasn't much good at dirty talk, he thought. It felt derivative, but as the veins in Darling's dick throbbed with every wordy breath that passed over it, he thought maybe he was halfway onto something. Slowly he dragged his tongue up and across the length of Moira's manhood. He pushed off against her thighs, feeling his cock shift up through the sweat sticky valley of her bouncing breasts. As he descended, he pulled with that same grip on her thighs, but instead blew a cool, teasing, breathe out across the damp skin he'd just tongued.

"Oh, you bastard." Verily floated upside down, relative to the boat's intended floor, and watched as Sable licked and teased and blew across the increasingly tense flesh of the Aug-Four's fuck stick. The marine wasn't sure if should take notes, she'd already taken a number; luck had it she was next at bat, then Hoss, then the Sarge, then Pix. Doc and Darling would keep their spots at '1 and 2' in the cycle. 

If the Lieutenant had a reply it was cut off as he was spun about again, facing the Corporal with her thick dick aimed right at his spit slicked, fresh fucked, asshole. He looked into her bright ruby eyes and saw the lust that had been building since she first caught on that he and the Doc were fucking right in the bathroom. He smiled as he eased himself closer to her, he hooked his feet under a railing behind the crash seats and felt the wet tip press into his asshole.

Moira didn't need to force her way in, between her rimming, Hona's earlier fucking, and all the cum in between, she slide half her cock in without much trouble. Of course, half way wasn't going to cut it. She felt the first bit of resistance and kept pushing up and pulling down. Sable braced his legs but relaxed his ass to let her further in, but there were limits to how deep he could relax his body.

She had to work for each centimeter as she pushed deeper and deeper into his body. The heat of his ass and the grip of his colon and anus already gripping and milking her cock like a whore's lips and throat. Moira shuddered as a thick glob of precum spurted from her cock, and helped her fuck deeper into the pilot. Her hips bucked up and let the suction of the seat yank her back down, and nearly out of Max. 

Verily floated with her head between Moira's knees, watching the action from the best angle she could get at. She watched as Moira pumped and pulled, and marveled at the suction sure seal Max's ass seemed to keep all throughout the thorough reaming. It was like this tour wasn't the first time a Valkyrie class cock had explored his southern passage.

"Damn!" Moira swore as she started to hold her thrusts for longer before pulling back out. Whenever she pulled her cock out to the head, Verily could tell it was getting thicker and redder, and more ready to blow.

A quick glance showed Max's glans thrusting in an out of Moira's massive mammary mesas. The Marine had her tongue extended and was licking the tip every time it poked out of the full cleavage and Max looked fit to burst in time with Moira. "Almost, Cumming!" Moira growled and pulled Max down, balls to the wall, and started to buck.

"Oh Fuck Ye-wha?" Lieutenant Sable yelped as something cool and slick wrapped around his cock. Sergeant Nolan slide the condom down Max's cock until only the reservoir bulb wasn't tight on his shaft. 

"Let's try and contain the mess, shall we?" She suggested, as she pumped Sable's cock. The additional stroking brought Max over the edge and as his inner walls clamped down, it gave Moira the final push and she came like a fucking freight train.

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Present. 

"Okay, let's see if this boat is going anywhere again." Flight Lieutenant Sable's voice had a slight mechanical echo to it. The effect of the flight helmet and sealed suit he was wearing. The rest of the chalk were similarly dressed, though the 'one size fits all' smart fabric looked more like erotic latex on some of the larger marines.

They had changed the atmospheric mix inside the boat to minimize the chance of a fire. That also meant it was a mix they couldn't breath. So it was suits on and it was time, at last, for Sable to put his training to use, hopefully. He pressed the keys and felt the engines whine and turn as the batteries warmed them up for the microreactor's output. Too much energy too quick would pop them.

When the board was green, he flipped the switch and suddenly the lights went from dim to regulation bright as the main reactor pumped power into the grid.

After a ten count, they weren't dead; the first hurdle had been crossed without incident. The flight check felt like it dragged for an hour as they methodically brought the launch up one system at a time, instead of the crash sail all at once sort of start up it usually would have had.

That's when they started seeing the abnormalities. The launch's systems had been tuned for repeated uses and, additionally their were signs of the sensor grid being manually disconnected from the main system at times. 'They', being the conspirators, would have used a portable set of computers to record the navigation information. 

Still, they had found one bit of information. They'd ended up in system 332, the fringe system with derelict stations and likely enough salvageable material to get them home. Or at least survive a lot longer. Station protocols at the time maintained that the 'spine' of a space station habitat be left functional and stocked with 'long term' supplies sealed for emergency use.

Twenty-five years later, it was likely that some of that would have been picked over.

"All systems are green, as we see them." he added for honesty's sake. "Sergeant, Corporal, what do you say we skip over to the nearest Jovian and find a place to land?" If this was 332, nearly every planet still had one orbital installation left over for either mining or diplomatic reasons. 

"I'm of the opinion that it's now or never," Sergeant Nolan affirmed. 

"I'd rather be on a station then stuck in this tub." Corporal Angela sassed in a drawl. "No offense, Sir. You make DAMN fine company but I need to stretch my legs more than I need to stretch your ass."

"We can't do both?" Lieutenant Sable quipped. Before she could respond he started the calculations for a far orbit jump. His eyes fell on a personal communicator hooked into the communication and navigation system.


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Present Minus Seven Hours

"I am not happy about this, sir." Nolan and Sable were less than a meter apart, in the reassembled cockpit, and the door was sealed. They leaned against opposite walls and Sable was preparing himself for a Marine Sergeant's specialty: the full dressing down. Civilian Comm units are verboten during combat situations, partly because they could potentially carry a viral leak into a ship's systems, mostly because they were unreliable. It was a matter of principle, but it was still tied into a lot of doctrine and that meant consequences.

"You told me, told us, that you called the CIC before the alarm went off. That isn't what happened, is it?" She asked, but had figured it out on her own. The comm unit on the launch had been fried with the black log recorder, but enough of its storage was left to tell that it had been offline before anyone could send a message out.

Sergeant Nolan had called Lieutenant Sable into the cockpit to sort out the issue.

"You lied to us, Max." She looked into his eyes and that was the crux of it. He used civie tech in an emergency. Underscored: emergency. Nolan couldn't give a damn one way or another about the how, he called in vital intel the Top Oscars needed to know. It was that he lied to them, for whatever reason. "Why."

If honesty was the issue, Max wasn't going to backpedal here.

"The Commander suggested a therapist," he closed his eyes. "One vetted by the Admiralty, and cleared on the loss of the Resolute. The messages don't go through military channels to avoid uncleared eyes. We can't put anything specific and it's all very 'out of context' but it has helped." He looks at the device. "The person I'm speaking with says I've reached a point to where, if the worst is confirmed she's confident I won't relapse."

"And what do you think?" Nolan asked him, eyes bright, and still a little angry.

"I think, if I'm honest with my feelings, I've still got a ways to go." She gave him a pressing look. "What? You want me to tell the rest of the squad?"

"Yes," She nodded, "But not yet. No need to distract them, and you had your reasons so it'd just be a mess if we bring it up now."

"So?" Sable cocked his head and Nolan smiled.

"So, how are you going to convince me to keep my mouth shut?" She asked, playfully. Sable laughed and after a moment looked at the list of things still in need of repair. There was a very subtle venting going on, and one of three chips was the problem.

"How about you hold my light while I check something in the roof tech space?" Sable suggested, invitingly. 
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Present.

Space ripped and rippled as a bubble of blue and white appeared and expanded, then popped to reveal a launch, painted with repair gel and decked with signs of field repair.  It began to accelerate as it turned and rolled toward the massive gas giant. The bands of color indicating the massive super storms were the backdrop to a black speck; a spindle sillhoutted against the reflected light from the clouds of the planet.

"Station sighted" Sable declared over the helmet frequency, "Sensors confirm it to be some make of the Eurobora Station Cores. They made military and Civilian out here so it's a toss up." He worked to clear up the image. There were still cheers from the room behind him and he smiled despite the very real challenges of docking the launch on a station with no Flight Operator on it to guide him in.

One way or another, though, they were another step closer to finding their way home.