Chapter 10 - Breach into OtherSpace

Whoever you are, you've clearly a got a reputation with more than just the 'Empire'. You put in the list of things to ask Zoraida. But for now? Escape. 

"We moon 'em." You give the order and Zoraida cackles mischievously. "What do you need me to do?"

"Get me some distance, I'll update the calculations." Your grin touches your eyes as you push the throttle forward, pitch the ship downward, and roll the ship. Half way through the loop, you're pointed away from the pursuing ships and aligned with the gravity plane. You punch the thrust and grunt as G-forces push you back into the embrace of the seat. This smile is going to become a permanent feature at this rate. 

You can imagine the core roaring within the heart of the ship, and the cold blue engines blazing as explosive thrust propels the ship forward. The baffles protecting the engine steady and sure as they shrug off hundreds, more than a thousand, degrees of heat. Small jets of air tip the ship along it's path and fine tune the vessel toward the intended path.

Which was generally 'away' from your pursuers, at the moment.

"Am I going somewhere particular?"

"We've just got to get clear of the debris." Zoraida answers, "I'm still reading a lot of it." Sure enough, bits of ship were flickering on your screen, highlighted by the continuing explosions and outlined by some visualization program in the ship's computer. 

"Right, clearing out." You confirm and cut through a gap in the burning scrap and flickering debris toward open space. There isn't much around you, and as you bank away from what must have been a massive engine manifold, you can pick out a star, large enough to be an actual circle, rather than a flicking speck, in the inky blackness. 

"Zone is Clear. Calculations are Solid." Zoraida's voice sounds distant. "Drive is Charged. Calculations remain Solid."  She affirms as the lights dim and a deep rumble builds from the back of your ship.

"You said 'do the math' twice." You distract yourself, as a bright light starts to grow from outside the view port. Beneath the nose of the ship, it starts to grow. Ahead, against the Black of space, you can see an inky crack, like a seam between the stars.

"Measure twice," Zoraida quips. In the pause of her words, a bolt of light connects the ship to the seam, and the Golden Dancer is pulled forward into a tunnel of blue and white, swirling light and electric arcs. "Jump once." Zoraida sighs. "Jump initiated. Jump space bubble is stable. Course appears correct. No malfunctions or damage to the ship. Good job, Captain."

"Isn't that my line, Zoraida?" You push yourself out of the Captain's chair, though you feel it cling to you, especially your ass, as you try to pull away. "You're the one who saved me, after all." From the gold-brass egg you hear can hear a soft hum of thought. You take off your helmet and rest it on the arm of the pilot's seat. You step up to the massive egg. This time, you pull your gloves off before you reach out to touch the surface.

It's warm. Warm as flesh and as soft to your touch. Despite looking like a solid metal surface, it starts to dimple as you apply pressure and Zoraida's voice gasps audibly. "Is this," You lean over to see around the curve of the metal egg. "Is this you?" You ask.

"It's... a part of me." She searches for the words. "You've lost so much, haven't' you? Of your Self, of Us."

"I can fly, and I can fight just fine." You assert, with a grin you firmly grope into the metal, Zoraida moans loudly in response, "I can probably do other 'F' stuff too, given the opportunity." You laugh, but it catches in your mouth as the metal starts to pull back, out of your grip and down into the floor. There's a soft pop of air pressure as a small hole opens in the top. Then another opens along a center line. You move to stand in front of it, as the egg melts away into the ground. The metal pools up into a seat that's more like a couch. It gleams that same gold as the egg, and sitting on it is the object of your visions.

From the ground up, she's an image of beauty.

Her toes curl as you stare, golden ribbons ripple around her feet into ballet slippers. They snake up crossed ankles and rise up long, strong, calves before lacing at the knees. Thick, honey brown, thighs flex and shift the golden vision of beauty in her seat. Those heavy, heavenly, breasts heave as her breath quickens under your wide eyed gaze. 

She fidgets and crosses her legs, and your eyes flick down to see that shining slit for the briefest of moments. You swallow a lump in your throat and inhale, having held your breath this entire time. Your eyes flick back up to those incredible breasts. They're held in place by a bra made of liquid gold that shifts and slides. As you stare over the curves and the shimmering material, it parts to give you a look at her firm thick tits.

Zoraida yelps and crosses her arms over her breasts, squishing them tight against her chest and causing the thick flesh to spill over her arms. Gold gleams from her finger nails and you can at last see her face.

Her hair is pulled up now, rows of braided hair running straight back, but as you watch the unfurl and relax into a tight curls that curve around her face. Lines of worry run over soft round cheeks, thick full lips that show slight cracks of chapping press together and a bright gold tongue runs over them wetly, hungrily, and eyes both brilliant and tired as they are golden and bloodshot. 

She's human, but she's more than human. The gold seems to spread out from the underside of her breasts and under her ass to spread across her body. Zoraida's beautiful and you can see her eyes widen as she must hear your thoughts through your connection. You nod to confirm to her what your thinking isn't just idle thought. She smiles wide and stands. The gold flickers around her body and forms a tight, but basic, coverall uniform. It does nothing to hold back her incredible breasts, though, only carry them in soft, golden, cloth.

"Construct Interface Technician, Warrant Officer Zoraida Nejem," She reintroduces herself as she salutes by holding her hand over her heart. "It's good to have you back, Captain." She pauses hard before Captain. 

"I don't suppose you could give me my name?" You ask, and she smiles.

"I could, but I want to see if you can remember. That's the little truth IVORI did give you, it's better for you to find these answers on own, until we know exactly what happened to you."

"So where's the ship's doctor. We had a doctor. I remember.... She was there when we exchanged..." You press a hand to your head, as if English words wouldn't convey what you'd shared. She nods. You close your mind as you picture the woman in your mind. Almond shaped eyes, a thick ass, a slender chest, but yoga flexibility and -wow- sixteen centimeters of tongue? "Tomoe Maeda, or... Maeda Tomoe..." You feel warm hands take yours and bring them together.

"That's great, Captain!" Zoraida smiles. Tears in her eyes, she holds your hand tightly before putting something into your grasp. You open your hands and see the same ring your former self had worn in that room with the mirror. Zoraida blushes as she feels your memory. 

"Where was that?" You ask, you hold the ring in your hand, it's a blue metal band with a edges, there's a flat face on one side, but the round face is flat, featureless.

"That was... that was a friend's place." Zoraida's eyes darken and her gaze falls. "I still don't know what happened to her. Part of the crew was looking into that. We wanted to, and figured you would too."

"Was she the woman with the green skin and the silver tattoos?" You ask. Zoraida nods. "I just remember that, from your dance." More things start to slide into place, but names and details are still inked over. "I'm glad I was the kind of Captain to look after his friends, and inspire his crew to do the same."

"Ah." Zoraida brightens a little, just a little, "That was when we broke in the ship's communal area."

"This ship has a strip club?" You laugh. Zoraida rolls her eyes, as she works her fingers in between yours.

"No. It has a rec area and we put in some strip poles and some fancy lighting to make it look bigger." She presses herself against you and the chest of the flight suit feels warm as her breasts slide against it and squish between you and Zoraida. 

"Oh." You feel your thoughts drift apart as she smiles into your eyes. "Um. How long till we leave this, um-" You shrug a shoulder back toward the front of the ship.

"Other Space?" Zoraida fills in your blank as your mind wanders deeper into her gaze. "At least a day." She pulls your hands around behind her, against the heavy hills of her ass. Her hands slip away, and yours remain on her ass. You grip tight and she closes her eyes, "We're heading to Aulus." Before you can ask about it, she's answering you. "It's not exactly a back water, but too busy with it's own politics to really have a big interstellar presence." She lifts up a leg and her knee drags along the outside of your thigh, and more warmth fills you. "Also no hard and fast extradition laws."

"That's good." You nod, pulling her even closer. "So a day, huh?" You ask. She nods, "So, plenty of time to show me around the ship?" You drag your hands down and lift up the heavy cheeks of her ass. She purrs and goes up on her toes. Your hands follow after, and all she's accomplished is give your hands a chance to explore more of her thick cheeks. Her hands wrap around your waist, and start to work your belt, so she doesn't seem to be put off by it. You hear a click as your suit's top comes loose from the pants. 

"So, Captain." Zoraida asks as one hand unzips your top jacket open and her hand slips in to feel against your chest. The thermals are hot between your skin and her touch. "What would you like to do first?"

It'll be a day before you reach your location. Make a list of things you want to do, try to remember, (besides generally exploring the ship), and ask Zoraida about.