Chapter 2 - Relief and Release /Transmission Extended/

Present

Specialist Felicity Roan closed the door to the small bunk room that was part of the Launch's 'amenities'. She let out the sigh and leaned back against the door. The Lieutenant had let himself vent and was sleeping it off. The rest of her squad had taken to their corners of the launch. Pix was on the ceiling, looking at a readout of the boat's systems and occasionally flagging something for the Sarge, who was in the pilot's chair looking over the progress of the repairs. Darling sat in the shock seat near the airlock, A deck of slightly magnetized cards floated in between her, Doc, and Verily were playing, but the mood was tepid.

Doc could have gone on about how many different reasons there were for them to be so glum. Never mind the relatively grim, if not bleak, circumstances of them being stuck in a damaged launch in the middle of space, potentially anywhere in a 15 LY radius. A heroine, a paragon of the Valkyries had likely met her end in what was very likely an ambush that would precede all out war, and there weren't any answers as to who attacked, or why.

But really, two of their friends were hurting and it made the rest of the squad feel like shit. Morale, when it was up, it was up; when it slumped, it was the pits.

"We gotta get out of this bird." Roan stated the obvious and floated into the cockpit to look at the reassembled navigation console. The sensors were operating at a fifth of what would be considered 'minimum' for military hardware, but there were returns coming in. A tumbling rogue comet and some errant space particles. But the boat's sensors were all consolidated into one direction now, and the boat had to roll slow to get a clear picture of whatever was out there.

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Present Minus Fifteen Hours.

The engine 'room' of the Launch was a half deck kneeling space in the ceiling of the boat. Much like the forward technical spaces were accessed from the floor of the main room, this one was accessed from the room, made easier by the lack of gravity. Field-Cadet Alexandra Wolfwood was the only person on the boat able to fit in the space, could tell and fix what was broken, who didn't currently have a cast up leg. 

The Lieutenant's story matched up with the general 'feel' she'd had on her way out of Local space. Normally her mailbox going out would be dotted with messages from worried family, wishing her well and grace in battle, and a few odd tidbits of gossip that she was going to miss out on so many parties because she was out 'with the Marines'; like she wasn't one.

It had been quiet, too quiet. It had made her nervous and now she'd known why. Something had happened to her sister, who stood fewer than a dozen spaces from the Royal throne of their homeworld. 

She was possibly dead, and if she was missing it would mean her titles would pass, in trust, to Alex. She swore under her breath, and told herself it was because the tablet was showing more orange than green. At least nothing was red. Everything was intact, but it would all require some measure of repair, readjustment, or possibly out right removal.

"At least we've got a full tank of water, and another of air." She saw the number stating that, as it stood, they had weeks before the water filters would lose their effectiveness, not that they wouldn't suffocated from air before that, a week of air. That was the time limit.

Still, her assessment was: It could be fixed. It could fly. It could even jump between the stars again. But it would take all the science of the 24th century to make it work.

That and maybe a little cheating.

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Lt. Sable sat on the flat toilet cover as Doc Hona ran water from the extended shower faucet over his leg. The cast had held while the gel had healed the worst of his wounds. He'd have a nasty scar, but it wouldn't slow him down.

The throbbing erection he had, might.

"You were not kidding about the side effects." Sable's shuddered as Maya massaged with as much tenderness as technique. Her fingers pushed and pulled at his skin just above where the material was holding him. Easing off the hardened gel gently rather than ripping off the bandage. 

"Aw, and here I thought it was my choice in attire." With all the water spraying about, the Doctor had decided to leave her clothes outside the bathroom. All of them. As she knelt beside Max, on the side opposite the wounded leg, her breasts rested on his thigh and spread across his lap. The moisture from the spray collected in the valley of her breasts. It rippled, not from her breathing but from every shudder and twitch that shook the water, and Maya's warm, heavy, tits. 

"It's contributing." Sable admits, and leans back as the bandage finally falls off. He closes his eyes, but they flash open as the woman beside him continues to explore and massage his body with her strong and skillful fingers. "Doc?" He asks, "You can stop now." He says, not meaning it.

"Hm," Maya nods, "But you don't want me to." She states, and shifts her self so she's now in front of him, and the movement allows the throbbing member to spring up, as she drags his sodden briefs down. His cock springs up, a thick slap reverberates in the enclosed space, when his cock knocked into Doc Hona's face. "Oh my." She drew out the words and licked her lips, dragging her tongue across the girth of Sable's shaft as she did. "I was considered you might have some temporary swelling but, my medication might have some permanent side effects." She opened her mouth to swallow Max's swelling glans, but her forehead was stopped by a flat open palm.

"About that." The Lieutenant glared down at her. "Those medical kits have plenty of sedative recipes for non augmented and mixed blooded people. Why give me a water-down Valkyrie brew?" He flexed his muscle and it jerked up in her face. He held back the grin as her eyes followed it.

"I already told you didn't I? In the cockpit?" She smiled. "Fuck me." She pressed forward, and Sable did not resist her swallowing his cock. Full lips pressed together to make a seal as she pushed her face down. There was a wet pop as the head of his cock pressed between her lips. Max swore as her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock and she swallowed him to the base of his shaft, and ground her nose into his shaved smooth groin.

Max could feel Doc's throat grip and swallow his cock deeper into her; his hips bucked up and the marine slipped her hands under his ass and held him up. She moaned around his shaft. He gripped the side of her head and cerulean blues glowed back at him in the dim light. She nodded and he began to shift his weight, and started fucking her face in earnest.

Hona's moans became a heady purr as she helped pump the Lieutenant's cock deep into her throat. The missing Brigadier had been and Aug-9 when this man had been conceived, and even with a 'civilian' block put on his genetics, most of what he inherited was just that, blocked, not removed. Waking those up might be the key to their survival. 

The wet and sloppy sounds coming from her mouth echoed loudly, and she was sure that the other Marines could hear them, if not smell the sex. She'd have to be careful or the young man would be overwhelmed by all the Valkyries going more and more pent up out there. The mental image of the young man, covered in cum and being fucked my the whole chalk made her own cock spring from where she'd held it tucked between her thighs. Thirty cm of throbbing shaft rose up, as if it wanted to stretch up and into the young man's ass.

It squirmed and shook, almost like a tentacle and as Maya pulled the man's cock from her mouth, and wrapped her tits around it, she rose up, arced her back, lifted Max's legs up and apart, and penetrated his ass.

Not that Valkyries don't have self control, far from it. But given the circumstances, with no apparent enemy or other forms to alleviate their stress. Fucking worked too well to pass up.

And this ass, oh this ass. Maya's eyes went wide as she felt it flex around her squirming, writhing, cock. It clenched down on her and drew her in deep. She hiccuped in surprise as Max's legs linked behind her head and he pulled himself up, so that he was face to face with her, even as she fucked his ass and he fucked her cleavage. Damn, but he could bend.

"I knew Marine's had comprehensive care," The Lieutenant cracked a smile, "But I didn't think your bedside manner could be so thoroughly intimate." If he was going to say something else, it was cut off as Maya rose up to her full height and pressed Max's back against the wall.

"Don't underestimate me, Sir." She glared wicked and smug at the Pilot. "I've taken Darling balls deep till I fucked her flaccid and ridden 'Hoss' till her ass went as red as her hair and she begged for me.." Those blue eyes shone as her nose scrapped against Max's.

"Bitch, that was private!" Came a muffled voice from beyond the bathroom door. Both the room's occupants ignored it.

"Show me." Lt. Sable ordered, and closed the distance with a kiss.


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Present

Max Sable woke to warmth and wetness. He opened his eyes, briefly, to see Field Cadet Wolfwood in the bunk with him. She had slipped into the sleeping bag that floated attached to the bunk and had wrapped herself around his side, and under his arm. Her tears pooled in the zero-G. They'd switched the gravity off in the bunk room to save on battery life.

He wrapped his arms around her and felt her hug tighten. She was shaking and the tears were flowing freely again. He brought her head to his chest and Quietly, he began to hum a gentle melody from his childhood.

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Present minus Fourteen Hours Forty-Five Minutes

Doc Hona's tits rose and fell with her pumping thighs as she plowed upwards and inwards. The soft flesh jiggled and compressed around Lt. Sable's cock and the heat from it sent a flush across her silky skin. The two kissed, the marine reveling in the sensation of two tongues invading her mouth at the same time, and Sable savoring her taste. Something about her mouth sent a rush through him, warmed him and made his cock pulse thicker, and his ass clamp harder.

She'd spiked her own mouth? Sable realized, and felt the Doctor's thrust quicken. Rather than pulling out and thrusting back deep, she fucked him so hard, and her cock was so slick by now, that he rose off her cock at the peak of each thrust, and then fell down against it thanks to the gravity of the room. The wet and heavy slap of her thrusts and the meaty smack of his ass against her thighs as he came back down, it was too much.

He came hard and all over both Maya's and his own chin. The sticky ropes of jizz sticking to their chins and dripping down on to Doc's breasts. She squealed in delight and leaned up onto her toes, pressing in and coming hard up into Lt. Sable's ass. Their orgasms rocked their minds as much as their bodies and they held each other as they slowly sank.  Max felt like he was floating again, his body cool and wet all over.

"Damnit, Doc!" Came Darling's roar from outside, "Turn the fucking water off!" Her words woke them out of their reverie and the two recognized that they had, in fact, been fucking in almost half a compartment full of water.  They looked down at the water, and Max leaned over from where he was sitting to turn off the water. It started to drain, and the two laughed at the situation.


"I'm flagging you both for remedial Situational Awareness training after this!" The Corporal grumbled as Max and the Doc toweled themselves off. Max's briefs were drying in the bathroom while he floated in little more than a towel and his dignity. His scar was a bright pink badge on his leg and he liked the look of it, now that he saw it. It was like a spread wing. He might get a tattoo to match on the other leg. "Lieutenant. Sir." She spoke sternly again.

"Corporal, we're fine." His smile didn't disarm her mood, the water wasn't the real issue. The bath compartment could seal itself, softly, against pressure drops and was water tight to begin with if it needed to be used for decontamination or the sort of recreation Doc and the Lieutenant had just been enjoying. "Or did you really need to take a piss?" He thumbed his finger of his shoulder.

"Pissing ain't what I'm on about." She crossed her arms. "You're aware that a Valkyrie's augments result in, among other things, an increase in natural libido?"

"I'm a result of one such libido," Sable stated, "So yes."  The Corporal nodded. "So anyway, you know that we also have increased senses." The Lieutenant saw were all this was going.

"You can smell the sex, hear it, and it's taking away from the focus on fixing the boat." The Lieutenant drew the lines between the dots, and followed the Corporal's line of thinking.

"Exactly. Unfortunately I'm going to have to put a kaibosh on any further fuckings between you and the Doc." He saw the other Marine's look away and grumble.

"That's not fair," The Lieutenant stated and before the Corporal could argue, "Why shouldn't she get to fuck me, if the rest of you can?"

There was silence in the launch. "I know my way around a Launch and know how to maintain and bring it back up spec, but." He felt the pain as he flexed his leg. "I'm not about to risk pointlessly rebreaking my leg working on the exterior of the ship. I also don't have the same level of anti-radiation resistance any of you do, short of Pix." he admitted. "So, besides changing out any burned out circuitry on the interior, and generally guiding repairs, I don't see me doing any of the heavy work, until we get the boat ready to sail again. That said, why shouldn't I contribute to morale best way possible?"

There was still silence in the launch, "I mean.... I could call it 'supervising', if that sounds better in a report."

Darling closed the distance and pulled Sable's bare body against her in a fluid movement. In the Zero-G, they rocked before she shifted her weight, and pushed on the floor back to her seat. The light suction of the seat pulled her back against it and she pulled Sable down onto the thick, pulsating, fuck stick that was threatening to rip straight out of her uniform pants.

"So, Corporal," The Lieutenant smiled as he ran a hand down her abs and teased the hem of her shorts. "My idea?"

"Sarge?" The Corporal's ruby eyes shone as they flicked to where Sergeant Nolan floated, nursing a chubby bulge of her own.

"Fuck the Lieutenant already, Darling," Nolan sighed. "While the rest of us sort out a turn order."

"I don't mind trying two at a time," Sable offered, seeing the hungry looks around him.

"For your sake, let's save that for when we've got more room, and a reason to celebrate." Nolan's counter offer got some nods and cheers from the chalk and Sable turned his gaze back to where Moira was bright red and looking ready to tear into him with all the fury a Valkyrie and muster.

"So, I'm yours till the rest of the group settles on a time limit or cum count, Corporal." He linked his arms around her neck and leaned in close to whisper into her ear. "How do you want me?"

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Present

"Why," the words from Alexandra's mouth carried as much angry as they did sadness. "Why were you told and not me? The Admiral... my Sister, I had a right to know too." This close to him, even a Provisional Aug could do serious damage if she started flailing around. Both of them were sharing the same bunk-bag and the warmth was distracting him from the seriousness of the conversation.

"It wasn't an official dispatch of her passing. The Commander told me in an off the record meeting in her quarters. I... took a while to leave after that." Sable added.

"Wait..." Pix actually had a smile on her face. "You're the pilot people are saying the Commander shacked up with?" Pix laughed. "One of the guards said she saw a pilot being escorted to her quarters before we left, but he hadn't left until a day after."

"I was inconsolable." He freely told her. "You know the Colonel -the Brigadier- as the Black Plague; An Aug-10 who helped avenge our dead after a savage and cowardly attack. To me.... to me she was Ma. Every time she came home, my Mother smile got brighter. It was the same look she got on her face when I came home from school or even back from a night out with friends." He thought of his Mother, waiting at home, even though she'd built up a close relationship with the Nurse who attended her, she was otherwise alone. "I cried because I'd lost someone who had raised me to be who I am, and was the love of the person who bore me into this world, even through calamity."

"Calamity?" Her face darkened.

"I was born on the Original Day of Flames." Sable sighed, thinking of the name the media had given to the attack. "My mother had been at the port when it was attacked, waiting for Ma. I was there, in mother's womb and already kicking at the door." He sighed, remembering how his Mother described how turbulent he'd been to bear. "Ma said I knew something was coming, all my life I'd had a sense for when things would hit the shit. My friends called me a jinx growing up."

"Doesn't sound fair."

"Eh, it was just their way of getting me to pay for snacks after the dust settled." He shrugged.  They were both silent for a minute.

"Lieuten-" Pix started.

"Max, or Sable. I haven't earned a call sign yet." He shrugged.

"Sable..." She went for his surname, "Do you think we're going to get out of this?" She asked directly. He met her gaze as he had when he explained the loss of the Resolute Sword. 

"I'm a Navy Officer, and I'm not about to lose my first command, even if it is a bent launch. Besides, with a whole flock of Valkyries aboard, can you imagine the Hell my Ma'd give me if I didn't rig something to get us out of this?" He laughed and Pix caught the gist and laughed with him. After a moment he saw the clock on the wall. "Our rest time's up. Let's see what's for chow." He unzipped the bunk bag and slipped out, toward the door. He paused and looked back at Pix as she slipped out after him.

"What?" She asked after she realized he was staring.

"Nothing it's just-"

"Expecting me to jump the queue?" She laughed, when Max shrugged she shook her head. "I don't have the rank or the balls, yet, to try that. Besides, it's bad form." She added.

"Oh ho," Lieutenant Sable laughed. "Better not let Sarge hear that." He opened the door and saw a 'sleepy' looking Nolan leaning by the doorway. "Speaking of; anything to report, Sergeant?" He slipped out of the room and gave Pix the space to slip out behind him.

"The repair gel has set on the outer damage, and the sensors still can't tell if were in PX-332 or PX-335, but the rotations of the planets we can see tells us we're at least inside the system proper." Sable closed an eye as he tried to consider the differences. He'd reviewed their backup codex to suss out where the could possibly be.

332 was a mostly uninhabited world where those most sympathetic to the ECC had once lived in various 'way point' stations to act as good will and buffer during peaceful interactions with the ECC. It had been abandoned twenty-five years ago, when the feelings for the ECC went out the airlock. It didn't help that a cargo vessel that home ported in the capital station had been hijacked and used for the attack. 

332 likely held a mess of abandoned stations and technology, plenty to repair the launch or maybe an abandoned ftl capable shuttle. MAYBE. But who knows what else was out there?


335 was more interesting. It was inhabited, but not by humans, at least not primarily. The Urthak Empire had expanded into the turbulent regions between the ECC and the Confederation systems. Not for political reasons, they just knew how to use the resources the systems had to offer better than the Humans first passing through them did.

The Urthak were a race friendly to the Confederation, in no small part to their friendship with the Thildin. Both races believed in a 'open bed' approach to diplomacy and endorsed interspecies relationships with humans. Their physical similarities to humans, and their impulses to compete and create made them steadfast neighbors. 

335 certainly would have ships capable of carrying a message to the fleet on their position or ferrying the group back all together. But if it was 335, why hadn't a patrol picked them up yet? 
So which was it?

////Open for Comments 332? Or 335?