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Written by David S
Edited by Darryl the radio rancher
That's Impossible, isn't it?
Chapter 9
We made love several times that night. Craig also informed me that the more we shared of each other, the stronger our bond would become; we would be more connected than anything I could ever imagine,
Now, that's when I realised I had a problem. Craig had been set a task by his father as had I by mine. The problem being we would be on separate ships for a few days, he would be on Hope, and I would be on the transport ship, Triumph.
I was on Triumph when talking to Craig via radio, we chatted for over an hour. When we ended our talk, I lay on my bunk well...boned harder than I ever thought possible. I considered using the transport and seeing if Craig was willing, I knew he was able to help me out, but in the end, I decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.
I reached down and slowly squeezed my balls, images of Craig permeated my thoughts. I slowly pulled on my cock, letting out slight moans of pleasure, I began to squeeze my length with each stroke, my hand now slick with natures lube, I quickened the pace as I was desperate for release, I fisted my cock, as if my sanity depended on it. I slapped my cock hard with my other hand, to encourage a faster climax, the image of Craig sucking on my balls was having the desired effect.
I could feel the fire rising, my breath becoming laboured. The first string of cum splashed on my torso and the second down my chin, a third hit my leg. I really didn't care where it was landing, I needed to have this release. A few seconds had passed, and I could not believe the intensity of my orgasm, it felt like, well I can't describe it, it was multiplied in force. It was the most powerful solo climax I had ever endured.
A minute or so passed, when I heard the low tone of my radio. "Hey, how was that for you?" Craig asked.
"Sorry, what do you mean?" I asked.
"We just jacked off, didn't we?" he asked knowingly.
"Ermm, yeh!" I replied sheepishly.
"Josh, I told you we were connected stronger than you could imagine, and yeh, I know, as you will me, when we climax, or soon, just when we are aroused," he added.
"Next time, transport over. I hate wasting anything of you," he added.
"Yeh, I will do that, but for now, Craig, I love you, and now I am going to sleep. See you in a day or so, or if I am horny, sooner," I sniggered out and I ended our conversation.
The days passed not needing to transport for a booty call, I was happy to know as I was jacking off, my lover was also enjoying the same mind-blowing experience that I was going through. Ok, there is nothing like personal interaction, especially with a lover like Craig. He is passionate and considerate; he tends to my every desire, as I do his. We even made love on the orange beach of Lokite's main city. Ok, holographic, but I look forward to doing that very same thing on the real orange sand.
After three days apart, we made love all of the fourth day, missing two meals; we didn't care. We told each other that, from that point on, we would only be apart if it was urgent; no trips apart, we go where the other goes.
Meanwhile, On the Bridge...
"Sir, we will have contact in approximately ten thousand miles!" the young helmsman informed the Prefect.
"How long until Visual?" the Prefect asked, looking over to the science station.
"About twenty minutes, Sir," the science officer responded. He looked over to his tactical officer. "Alert status," he instructed.
"Shields up" the officer commanded,
"Krile?" Major Barnes asked.
"We don't know; our escort ships are not expected for at least a week, and it will be another day or so until we can contact them," Levert responded. "We have twenty one ships in our fleet, if it is just a scout, it shouldn't engage," Levert added.
"Yes, Levert, but if it is just a scout ship, as you say, shouldn't we intercept it before it can report our location?" Major Barnes asked.
"Major, we are not, as you say, war mongers," the Prefect insisted,
"No, Sir, I never implied you were, but they seem to be," Replied Major Barnes.
The prefect looked on, and couldn't deny that the past confrontations had been less than friendly, but he stood steadfast in his decision to wait and see what they did, first.
"Sir, we have a visual now," the young officer informed them, a view screen appeared in front of them and in the vast expanse of space, they could just make out a vessel approaching from what, to the Lokite's, was known as Krile space.
A few minutes later, the vessel was close enough to tell it was indeed of known Krile design,
"Any indication of weapons activity?" Levert asked, "No, Sir, they have also raised their shields," the young officer responded.
And then the ship turned and approached the Transport vessel. They manoeuvred to put the Hope in front of the Triumph. And then the Krile ship backed off, and stopped a short distance away, and held its position.
"Science station, report!" commanded the Prefect.
"Sir, they are just holding position," he reported, and Levert walked over and stood behind the young nervous officer. They observed several port cannons and some aft, they had some on the underside, also, this was one formidable ship, it wasn't a scout ship, but from reports they had built over the years, it wasn't one of their main battle cruisers that they had attacked Lokite almost a century earlier with.
"Levert, are our weapons at the ready?" asked the major, now looking worried. "I have seen this sort of activity back on earth. They are waiting to see how you respond to their presence," the major added.
"Major, our weapons are ready, they come on line automatically as soon as our shields are raised," Levert responded, placing a reassuring hand on the Major's shoulder.
A few hours passed with very little happening. The crew sharpened their readiness in case of action, but nothing was happening. The fleet continued in the direction of the Lokite system, with the Krile ship holding the same distance.
"It's like I said before, we have a term for it back in the US. We call it a Mexican stand-off," spoke the Major. "They won't antagonise us unless they have an advantage, so they either are just watching us, or they have reported our location and are waiting for back up," added the Major, and Levert looked on and agreed with the major's assessment and told the prefect so.
"Sir, what weapons do the transport ships have?" the Major asked.
The prefect responded, "Almost a full complement as do we. We are not a battle craft, major, but we know how to defend ourselves. Each ship has a tactical officer and full arsenal at his disposal," The prefect informed him.
"Ok, what I propose is this. Split the fleet into four distinct groups, one leaves immediately at full speed, and we will see what the Krile response is, if he pursues the first group, we follow; if he doesn't, we stick to our plan."
But before the plan could be implemented, a beam of light emanated from the Krile ship and surrounded the fleet.
"Status!" demanded the Prefect.
"They seem to be scanning us, Sir," the science officer informed him, and Levert agreed,
"Can you block it?" asked the major.
"No sir; it cut straight through our shields," Levert replied.
"Fire on that ship!" demanded the Prefect. "Sir, weapons systems are offline," the tactical officer informed him.
"Get them back online!" he demanded.
"Sir, the Triumph is reporting intruders," informed the Science officer.
"Tell them to shoot on sight!" demanded the Prefect,
"How are they getting through our shields?" he asked? looking at Levert.
"Sir, I need time to analyse the scans," he replied.
"Levert, we don't have time for that," The prefect replied. "can you randomise the frequency of the shields?" asked the Major.
"Yes, Thank you Major, that might just work." He went to the science station, moved the young officer out of the way, and proceeded to enter some data into the console.
"That should do it," Levert replied.
And watched as the beam of light failed to get past the shields, and the Krile ship disengaged and left, under high speed,
"Report!" yelled the prefect.
"Sir, we have one of the Krile," reported the Science officer.
"Sir, the Triumph is reporting several deaths, and some Humans have been taken, Sir," the tactical officer reported,
"How many?" the Major asked, "How many what, sir?" the tactical officer enquired.
"How many of my people have been taken?" he repeated.
"Oh, sorry, sir, unknown, but at least eighty," he responded, "Any Lokites taken?" asked the Prefect, "None reported, so far," the officer answered.
"Bring the Krile prisoner to the Hope," the prefect demanded.
"Major, we need your assistance on this interrogation, if you would?" asked the Prefect.
The major waited and then a thought occurred to him. "How many of the humans taken were woman?" he asked the Science officer, and he checked the data coming from the Triumph.
"Almost all, as well as three male children," the young officer responded.
"I think I know why they boarded the triumph. They know of the plan, and they want to see if our woman have the same gene, with the virus," the major informed them.
"And the children?" asked Levert,
"Mother's won't leave their kids, for anyone. They probably had a hold of them when they were transported off the ship," the major added.
"Helmsman, did you plot the course of that ship?" Levert asked, "Yes, Sir," he replied,
"We need to go after them," the major insisted. "Prefect if you need our woman to re-build your world, we cannot allow the Krile to experiment on them and leave the woman unable to give birth to females," the major informed him.
"I can almost guarantee you that they took woman from your world and exposed them to some form of virus, and then sent them back to your world thereby infecting your females. That virus, I believe, would not work on human woman, but if the Krile have the time to adapt the same virus, you are back to square one. We have to get our people back," the Major insisted.
"What do you propose Major," the Prefect asked.
"Sir, this is your fastest ship, yes?" The major asked.
"Yes, I believe so," the Prefect replied,
"Ok, I propose that all none essential personal transport over to the fleet, and send some more of your soldiers to the Hope, then we go after them," the major replied, as if this sort of thing happened every day.
"Then what do we do when we do catch up to them?" the prefect asked.
"We pretty much do what they did, except we take the ship," the major replied.
"Do you think we can do that?" the prefect asked.
"Sir, I have fought in Afghanistan and Iraq, under strenuous odds, and have successfully pulled through," the Major replied.
"Ok, first we need their shield frequencies. We will hopefully get those off our prisoner," the major replied, and he and Levert walked to the brig to interrogate the Krile prisoner.
"How did you come up with the randomising of the shields, idea?" Levert asked.
The major looked on and smiled, "Bobby's TV habits, actually helped," he replied looking at Levert,
"Sorry, please explain," Levert asked.
"I saw it used in an episode of Star Trek Voyager," he replied, with a smile on his face. "It's true what they say, life is stranger than fiction, and no more than science fiction," Major Barnes laughed. They soon arrived in the brig. a young looking man was sat inside a cell. He looked stern and well trained. He spoke a language that was not understandable to the Major,
"Wait a second, the ship will allow you to understand him, and he will understand us," Levert replied, and the Major laughed out loud.
"What is that funny?" Levert asked, still looking at the major, trying to get himself together.
"Your ship comes with universal translators?" the Major asked,
"Yes, why?" Levert asked,
"Star Trek," the Major replied, now wondering if Gene Rodenberry was from Lokite.
To Be continued...
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David