The Tal Continium Chapter 3
By: W. Harrell
Disclaimer: If reading erotic gay material is illegal in your area...well, what the hell are you doing here?
Futhur Disclaimer: This story has scientific element that may seem real. For the sake of knowledge, these elements are daydreamt inventions of mine. The Cyberspace Drive is an original idea that may or may not work. The Singularity Drill is a feasable idea with the correct catalyst, but all elements currently charted lack the hyper-radioacticity needed to induce an abnormality in the time/space continium. The PEVA is based on an idea from Command and Conquer: Tiberian Sun. I figured that since I was borrowing the idea, I might as well borrow the name. Kabal is also an EVA, only he (in the game) is used by the Brotherhood of Nod. It is a really cool game. I recomend it. Copyright 1998 Westwood Studios. A division of Electronic Arts.
So far: My apologies to Jaime for forgetting to send him last chapter of Tal. I'm sure he could have worked out some kinks. Sorry J. Big shout out to my friend Jason who just came out. My apologies to my readers for taking so darn long to write, I've been very busy in rehab. (We actually go on "field trips".) It's all very special...special ed. Not that there is anything wrong w/ special ed. So here I am babbling b/c I don't want to go to group. Oh well, we'll see what happens.
Chapter 3: Through the Door
0730 hours unknown sector (presumed Sol prime) The Year of Earth 326/ 2980 AD
Tal manuevered his way around the massive destroyer. It was far bigger than the Athena and could only be the flagship of the first armada, the Zeus. The Zeus was a UPE legend as the sheer size of it dwarfed the largest of Vespian cruisers. Tal shook his head in disbelief and stared at the window of his cockpit.
It was Earth. He had only been there once, when he was attending the Naval Academy, and even then, he had been too busy to have the luxury of seeing the sights and people of his homeworld. He had never really been bound to a planet before. His mom was an attendant on one of the largest supspace cruise-ships in the galaxy and traveling from one place to another usually stunted the putting down of roots.
It was an odd sight, the Earth just peeking over the massive hull of the goliath ship. There was a beep in his ear as his direct link with the Zeus came online.
"Welcome, Lieutenant," said the same voice that had accompanied the head that had given him his briefing, "I am Kabal, supercomputer of the UPED Zeus."
"We've met," said Tal.
"Indeed," replied the computer nonchalantly, "and it is time that we go over a few rules."
"Very well," said Tal, "shoot."
"First, if you survive this mission, and I should warn you that there is a good chance that you will not, you are not to speak of it...ever, it has herebye been given level Omega security classification. Failure to comply with this edict will result in immediate expulsion from the Galactic Navy and courtmartial of the highest degree, which, in turn, will be followed by the slow torture of anyone you've ever loved, then your immediate termination after sufficient phsycological damage has been inflicted," said the machine in a stern voice.
"Oh," said Tal," is that all?"
"Do not play games with high command, Lieutenant, for there are other more serious souls who would thoroughly enjoy this assignment," hissed Kabal, "now then, on to rule two. You must know that if you die during this assignment, High Command will disavow all knowledge of this project and your involvment, you will not die a hero."
"I can live with that," said Tal.
"Then let us proceed to the drilling point," said Kabal, "and godspeed to you Lieutenant Tal Da'bargo on your journey, High Command is depending on you."
Tal smirked and flipped the afterburner switch. There was a shudder and his experimental fighter shot forward violently. There were rare times when Tal felt a bit rebelious, this was one of them. He quelled his feelings and tried to stick to the course as best he could.
"Six-hundred thousand nautical miles, Lieutenant," said his PEVA.
Tal noted the distance. He shifted into a mode that had scared Kel. It was a mode that he slipped into when he was depressed or pressed for time. Kel had called called it The Ice. Tal was cold, calculating, methodical even. He switched from the emotionally unstable, lovesick, grieving boy, to the hardened killer. Slaying as many people as he did, aliens though they were, had changed him deeply. Some called it the curse of an ace.
"Four-hudred thousand nautical miles, Lieutenant," said his PEVA again.
"Noted, PEVA," he said, "engage subspace probe."
There was a slight beep and a popping sound. Tal watched as a silvery sphere spun out into space.
"Activate," he said.
The sphere seperated into two pieces connected by a long bar. Each end of the sphere was covered in delicate instruments and was a fighter pilot's best friend in a fight. In this situation, it was monitoring the effects on Tal's ship as it drilled into space/time.
"Check ionic stabilizers," commanded Tal while punching in the autopilot codes.
"Checked," said his PEVA, "no problems."
"Warm up the Drill," commanded Tal, he felt fear touch the edge of his consience. He pushed it and concentrated on calculating trajectory and speed.
"Fifty-two thousand nautical miles and counting," said PEVA.
"Hold steady...and on my mark," said Tal.
"Five."
"Four."
"Warm-up complete, Lieutenant."
"Two."
"Engaging auxilary power systems."
"One."
"Activating Singularity Drill."
"Activate."
Tal felt himself getting unbearably sick. The very space around him rippled violently as an invisible beam slammed into the space directly in front of him. There was an awful sound. Like children screaming in fear, it was the sound of pain. He contemplated for a second shutting down the Drill and aborting the mission.
He then realized that it wasn't his mission to abort. "Ambient cyberspace rays mal...fun...ction..." babled his PEVA.
Tal quickly shut off his PEVA and raised the radiation shields. There was no force on Earth or in its respective empire that could have prepared him for the feeling he got. It was like someone punching him in the gut and ripping out his intestines. He felt as if he would soon puke up his guts.
It was as if the bonds that held his atoms together were rupturing, rearranging, breaking. He felt a single bead of sweat slip down his back and into his crack. Then, the pain came. It was an unbearable searing feeling between his ears. Something was melting his brain. Just when he thought his eyes would pop out, he was filled with anger.
He had a searing hate for every and all things alive, animate, inanimate, or otherwise physically or spiritually manifested. He was about to slam his fist into the HUD of his ship when his emotions changed again.
He couldn't stop laughing. Everything seemed so funny. Even the sickening ripping sound around him reminded him of how Kel would snuggled up against him and fart...Kel.
Again, his emotions changed and he began to sob uncontrollably and moan in utter sadness. He didn't remember how many times his emotions changed. It could have been a second, it could have been a year. Suddenly, and without warning, he had a raging hardon. His thoughts shifted uncontrollably between each of his and Kel's sexual encounters.
His jumbled thoughts settled on the first night in Kel's tiny shower.
He felt Kel's hot mouth his, he felt Kel's hands running through his hair, he felt Kel's beautiful eigth incher rubbing against his abdomen. Suddenly, Kel ran his tounge down Tal's flat stomach, pausing for a minute to tweak the barely noticeably white hairs that formed a line that seemed to point the way to the promised land.
Tal threw his head back and moaned. He dug his fingernails into Kel's back. Kel took this as a compliment and moved down to Tal's balls. They were as smooth as the day he was born and the size of small golf balls. Kel took one into his mouth and suckled the juicy nut. Tal licked his lips and moaned as the hot spray heightened his euphoria.
Kel nuzzled Tal's stiff seven inch prick, flicking his tounge over the sensitive head of the cut cock. Suddenly, and without warning, the scene changed. Instead of a tiny shower stall, the two were making love behind a beautiful waterfall. Tal was slightly puzzled, but forgot about it when Kel took him into his mouth.
The warm spray of the shower was replaced by a pleasant mist, though slightly cold, it served the mood, making the bodies slick with sweat from the humidity that the gathering condensation created. Kel pulled away from Tal's cock and moved back up to Tal's hot mouth. They kissed deeply and Tal could taste his own sweet pre-cum.
There was a slight changing of positions and Tal found himself laying on Kel's bunk, sopping wet and horny as hell. Kel was above him, face beaded with perspiration and twisted in a concentrated look. Tal felt a slight tingle and a bit of pain as Kel entered him, but once he looked into those dark brown eyes and ran his fingers through the jet black hair or his lover, all thoughts of pain left him.
Kel settled into a regular rythm, pumping Tal with all he was worth. Tal was overcome by the feelings he was getting. Kel shifted a bit and Tal yelled out in pure pleasure. Kel smiled and whispered. "That's your prostate." Tal didn't care what it was, it was GREAT. It lifted him on a higher orgasmic plain that neither sucking or masturbating could touch. His dick began to swell and once again the world altered around him.
He was on his back in front of a roaring fire, Kel still above him. Soft furs cushioned his back and the eyes of his lover were shining with fiery passion. Kel's hair was slightly longer, hanging almost to his shoulders, but then, so was Tal's. Tal was moaning so loudly that it echoed throughout the cave. Yes...it was a cave.
There was a crackling in the air and a burst of bright energy as his balls contracted and he pummeled Kel's slightly hairy chest with rope after hot, sticky rope of his cum. Kel moaned loudly and Tal felt the cock in his ass swell and begin to pump its own jism in his well-fucked chamber.
The two collapsed on one another and started laughing uncontrollably...
Tal screamed and was thrown violently to the ground. Yes...the ground. After he collected his thoughts, he re-activated his PEVA and salvaged what he could.
"PEVA," he commanded, "report."
"Recharge in progress...unable to carry out command, next available application in 3 hours 15 minutes 6 seconds and 43.222 miliseconds," reported the crippled computer.
"Shit!" yelled Tal. Here he was with no ship, no supplies in God knows where, possibly a Vespian world, and now, no computer. He took a step and groaned as he felt his dick chafe in his pants. There was something sticky between his legs. His...dream...had been real. He had had a wet dream at eighteen. He was glad the guys in Dragon Wing didn't know or they would give him complete and utter shit.
Tal checked his pockets for anything of use. He grinned when he found a standard issue light-knife. It wasn't much, but it would help him a bit. He noted the heat here and pulled off his insulated space-flight suit. Underneath, he wore a plain white muscle shirt and his soiled khakis (what could he say, he had antique taste). It wasn't really noticable on the outside, but on the inside, his cock was nearly floating in a sea of cum.
He had to get rid of some of it. As he pulled down his pants and boxer-briefs, he heard a scream. He forgot about his problem and simply took off his briefs and pulled his khakis back on and ran toward the direction of the scream.
Every bit of training he ever had couldn't have prepared him for what he was about to see...
Don't ya just love cliffhangers?