1 comments/ 8357 views/ 1 favorites Pilot 03: Wish You Were Here By: past_perfect Author's note: My apologies for submitting yet another piece without the finishing touches of my brilliant editor - can't seem to find a replacement at the mo. Hope it is okay nevertheless. Chapter one -- The Talagon principle Outsider crafts were not allowed to land on Talagon. There was a massive space port in its orbit, from where we were sent on in what they called orbital ferries. The seven landmasses on the planet were all enclosed by shields under which unique environmental conditions had been created. All recruits were to endure severe physical training as well as further implantations and something the Scnrgsis referred to as imparting knowledge. Finally we would be familiarised with the weaponry and ships at our disposal. As you might imagine, that was the part I was particularly looking forward to. I will never forget the first step I set on an alien world and how disappointed I was. The continent where we received our initial training was, except for the area of our barracks and the training complex, a barren rocky hellhole, with an average temperature of a hundred and four in addition to a wind that could tear your skin off. The Turrans seemed to like it a lot, as it reminded them of Turria except for the lower gravity of just point eight G. The twelve different species that had travelled aboard the Ptaln did not adequately prepare me for the shock of the roughly five hundred others we encountered during our stay there. Most of them were humanoid in the broader sense. The oxygen content of the air was slightly lower than I was accustomed to, on top there was a high concentration of noble gases, which made me feel dizzy and strangely giddy for a while, before my body finally adapted to the unfamiliar environmental conditions. I am sure the medical implant I received shortly after my arrival facilitated the adaptation a lot. I remember feeling a little daunted by the idea that I could probably live up to eight hundred years, if no mean twist of fate or Pret weapon reached me before then. The Planet and complex was not run by the Scnrgsis, as I had somehow assumed, but a race called Fangan. The Fangan were humanoid creatures; their slender, almost fragile looking bodies were reminiscent of the Scnrgsis, an impression lost and overturned by the look of their heads. They were shaped like three-sided pyramids standing on their tips, although with rounded edges and the somewhat disconcerting assembly of one insectoid eye and one mouth orifice on each side. They had no body-hair whatsoever and deemed it unnecessary to cover their wet bluish skin with clothes of any kind. I later learned that they were strategic geniuses and in peace times had been responsible for co-ordinating trade, commerce and logistics. My first impression however, had nothing to do with their mental capabilities. When I was first addressed by my instructor Rrrnz, I couldn't help but staring at her bright red genitals -- in my defence I might add that apart from her black eyes it was the only feature that wasn't blue, thus immediately drawing my attention to it. It changed its hue constantly during her commencement address. None of the other recruits seemed to be affected by it like me though. She announced our schedule for the following days. Medical procedures and bringing us up to speed with the structure and races of our galactic community would be interspersed with endurance training and tests she didn't further specify. The knowledge we required would be implanted into our brains, rather than having to go back to school again, as I heard with some relief. We were warned to expect severe disorientation and confusion as a result, until we learned to access and integrate that knowledge, as if it were our own. "I know you have many questions now, but put them aside for the moment -- most or all of them will be answered when you receive the memory engrams. The device that will be handed out to you now contains all pertinent information concerning this complex and will guide you to the locations of your tasks. You are required to socialise and mingle as much as you possibly can in your recreational periods, in order to get a feel for your future partner races. Knowledge cannot substitute direct experience." I inspected the small round shape in my hand, which looked almost like a watch, but displayed a map of the complex and a bright red point indicating my current position in so much detail and depth that I was having trouble fathoming what principles of optics could possibly be at work there. It was like staring into a three-dimensional room of an enormous size. "Your locator will guide you to your barracks now. You notice the little bar on the right? That signifies the amount of time that has been allocated to reach your destination. With each passing moment it will turn shorter. Move. Do it." I couldn't find any bar on my device nor a target location and soon no other recruit was left I could have asked for help. Rrrnz patiently waited until all of them were gone. "Sorry Sir, I don't seem to have a bar on my screen." "I know. Don't call me Sir. We have a rather complicated social structure, but it is not at all hierarchical as those on your planet. The reason there is no bar is that your first lesson is taking place here right now." "I see." "You leered at my reproductive organ at length, I noticed." Oops, now that was getting a little awkward. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you..." "I am not offended. I would advise you not to do this with any other species though, unless you are invited to. Do you understand?" "Perfectly. I didn't mean to..." "That is of no importance. You will have noticed that I changed the colour for you frequently. That signifies your interest is agreeable to me." "Oh?" "You may observe it from close range now. Sit." We had been standing next to rows of tables and roundish seats that were astonishingly soft and adapting to my body form when I followed her command. She climbed onto the table in front of me and opened her legs kneeling, thus giving me a full and actually quite spectacular view of her cunt. The red was turning brighter as I noticed the first definite differences to what I was accustomed to. There was an all too familiar entrance, but there was no labia around it, just three oblong protrusions of about an inch that lay parallel to each other above it. "Those are my sipsters. They need to be stimulated in a specific sequence to trigger the release of enzymes into my vaginal fluids necessary for conception, readying the tract to receive our men's deposits as well." "Fascinating. Our women have what is called a clitoris..." "Don't lecture me. I know all about your anatomy. You are learning about mine now. However, my sipsters are indeed akin to that part of your female's genitals. Stimulating them can give us great pleasure." "If you don't mind my asking: Do you only couple when you want to conceive?" "That is a ridiculous question. Of course not. We stimulate each other whenever we can. Why do you think I am colouring for you right now?" "Oh... you want me to... but how?" "Our men use their hands or cocks to do it. However, we do not have tongues like you." She turned her head around and opened all her orifices wide enough for me to look inside. There were indeed just smallish flaps of flesh deep inside of them, probably protecting whatever lay behind them. She answered my "how" question by pressing my mouth onto her sipsters immediately afterwards. "Tongue me. Start in the middle." Although I was really quite overwhelmed by the situation, I sheepishly attempted to rule out any misunderstandings. "Just to be clear on that: Is this sequence going to enable you to conceive?" I wasn't really feeling ready for any sort of offspring and almost definitely not for an alien love-child. "Stupid question. We are not genetically compatible. And you will not penetrate me. You are simply required to take care of the excitement you have caused by staring at me." Well, there was a certain logic in that, obliging me to follow her request or order -- it had sounded a bit like both. "Yes... like that... Yeyaeyeyaeyeyaeah..." That sounded like singing and came from her mouth on the rear of her head. "Now right." Again, she accompanied my licking with that strange sound, coming from her right mouth this time. I gathered that they were connected. "Left." She appeared to have a good time, and so did I. The texture and taste of her sipsters and vaginal fluids was reminding me of lychees, a fruit I had become quite fond of during my brief stay in Japan before the war. I wondered what she would feel and say, if I took the initiative and followed my own intuition and whims rather than listening to her instructions. "Not the middle... uy uy uy... yeeeyeeeyeeeyeeah... continue... excellent... yenda yeeeyeee yenda." Now she became incoherent, probably because I was circling my tongue around a lot giving all of her sweet sipsters a good lashing in the process. The cacophony of sounds emanating from all her mouths simultaneously was swelling in volume just like her fleshy protrusions I played with and sucked in to see how she was feeling about that. Her cunt glowed in a hue of red I have never seen before, almost painful to the eye. "Yenda!" Which cannot be translated easily, since it is a grunt of satisfaction that has a variety of meanings, depending on the context and concomitant colour being displayed. In that instance it meant she had come. "Yenda!" I was starting to wonder about that word, as she was uttering it constantly now, instead of making any other sounds, so I began worrying whether what I submitted really met with her approval. "Yenda! Stop now... Enough." When I noticed she wanted to press my head against her cunt, I quickly took a deep breath, just in case the Turran way of enjoying the afterglow was more universal, but she arrested me softly and briefly only. "Good. Good experience for me. You have understood the principle already. You obtain knowledge, combine it with your own, adapt, take the initiative and improvise. Very impressive performance. You are to be commended." I was pleased to have passed my first test with flying colours, so to speak, even though it really hadn't quite been what I expected. The next thing I would learn about the Fangan was that they didn't like wasting time. "Now there is a bar on your device. You will proceed to medical complex five. The allotted time is brief. You better run." I did as I was told, and fortunately the running obliterated all physical evidence of how much I had enjoyed my first lesson in interspecies relationships on Talagon as well, before I reached the medical tract. --- Emma had been busy reprogramming the food synthesizer for me, as there were rarely human beings on this station, and she was eager to try out her interpretation of tea and toast on me. I watched several Earth news-channels and was quite impressed how NASA had managed to come up with a perfectly good explanation for the public that didn't involve strange Englishmen hijacking their shuttle. According to them, there had been an electrical fire on the shuttle in the course of which it was remotely severed from the ISS, just in case something could go really, really wrong -- which then indeed went, as it reputedly exploded thereafter. Naturally, they were already working out how to get the stranded astronauts down. "You are getting close, darling. Very decent tea; however, you still have to work on the toast a bit. Toast is crispy, crunchy." "I understand. I endeavour to satisfy all your needs as they arise, Jon." "That is nice to hear from any female, organic or not." "Would you care for some oral sex after breakfast?" "Maybe later, I want to see the latest news about the war first. As you well know that usually interferes with my erection." War is no sexy business. War is brutal and you have to either become a predator or cynic to survive unscathed. How I wished Mother was here already. The analysis of the tactical data we had collected pointed to a large scale assault very soon. Definitely not a time you would want to be sitting on your hands waiting for your ship to pick you up. --- What we learned next was that the enlightened galactic community had rather archaic methods of narrowing their selection of recruits to the strongest and most apt. In every survival exercise quite a few didn't make the grade. If you didn't have that little extra bit of will to survive, you simply wouldn't. I had heard that there was a second species amongst us coming from a human colony two hundred and fifty light-years from Earth. The man blocking my way and grinning obscenely was one of them. They called themselves Pipers and looked exactly like us except for their green skin and copper hair. "Terran. I recognise your species. This will be an interesting exercise." "And you are a Piper. I am fascinated by your origins. The continent you are supposedly coming from no longer exists on my planet, and is considered to be no more than a myth by most." "That is a great loss for your kind. Our forefathers have told us many fantastic stories about it. I am Quila." "My name is Jon. Oh, looks like we are going to get more company." Two aliens joined our group, before we were instructed to traverse the desert ahead of us in less than seven hours. They had given us sufficient water for about four. The temperatures in the desert were close to one hundred twenty degrees. The day before I had been running for my life on the breaking ice of a frozen lake in the middle of the arctic continent, where neither of my two alien companions survived the exercise. I had lost four toes which had been replaced by others immediately afterwards having been grown specifically for that purpose in a manner of minutes. I for one couldn't distinguish them from the old ones and I didn't have any scars or other impairments from the operation either. Quila introduced himself to our two companions. From what I found as matches in my memory for them, one was a Palidian, looking very much like a big spider with four pairs of legs and two slightly shorter arms that tapered into hundreds of fibres they could use for incredibly precise manipulations of matter and energy of all forms. They were renowned for their abilities as engineers and technicians. The Gora female looked like she would have to suffer most of us, her thick bright red fur was the result of living about seven thousand miles above sea level on the vast highland plateaus of her planet. She had an almost canine head, but instead of the obligatory sharp teeth a mouth that looked a lot like a rosette to me. She used her six digit hands occasionally to increase her running speed, which was twice as fast as mine to begin with. Else she walked more or less erect, although a little slanted to the front. Her balance was assisted by a two feet tail residing at the crown of a rather attractive behind. Our feet sank in deep into the hot desert sand; only the Palidian seemed unaffected, barely dipping his sharp foot-claws into it. The frequent sand-clouds were assaulting his large and highly sensitive eyes more than ours though. Talagon's two suns punished us mercilessly from an easterly and westerly direction. The Gora stopped all of a sudden. "What's wrong?" "I smell something." "What do you mean?" Quila used the unscheduled break to take a sip of water. His skin looked dark green now, maybe the Piper's equivalent of a sunburn. The Palidian nervously circled us. "No stopping here. We have to go on immediately." "Wait. Gas. I smell some gas. It is everywhere around us." "Then we should carry on quickly and leave it behind." The Paladian felt that the discussion was over and resumed marching. Quila licked his lips. "I can't smell anything. Do you think it is dangerous?" "Danger, yes, great danger. Quick. Hide in the sand." She started digging into the hot sand while we shouted after the Palidian, who didn't even turn his head. I saw something immensely bright in an easterly direction, closing in fast on us and hurried to emulate the Gora's behaviour. Still we almost didn't make it. The fireball provided me with a new haircut and some very painful blisters on the back of my skull. The Gora helped me get up. Quila was already standing and shaking the sand out of his uniform. "That was close. Thank you my dear. Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" "Anjiran." "Thank you, Anjiran." We passed the charred remains of the Palidian, took his water and pressed on. --- As brave as Anjiran had been throughout our journey, I could sense that she was at her strength's end during the sixth hour, supporting herself with her arms more and more often now. We could see the station we were supposed to reach as a small point on the horizon already. Our water had run out several hours before. Anjiran's fur was covered with a white, pungent foam; she dragged her limp tail behind her, suddenly stumbled, fell and didn't move anymore. Quila, who had been in front of us walked on. I turned the Gora around. She was unconscious, but still alive. "Quila. Wait. Anjiran has passed out. Quila?" The Piper marched on, drawn to the silhouette on the horizon taunting us with the end of our ordeal. Maybe he didn't even hear me. "Quila!" My voice sounded weak and raspy. I had a coughing fit and sank to my knees. I knew I could make it if I left her behind and followed Quila. Still, I wasn't going to leave her there to die. Her body was astonishingly light and soft. Her heavy scent assaulted my dry and sandy nostrils, as I threw her over my shoulder and slowly got back on my feet. A myriad of specks danced before my eyes, as I stumbled on, one step at a time, sinking in even deeper because of her added weight. Two points ahead of me I alternately fixed my eyes on, the figure of Quila growing smaller every minute and the grey dome on the horizon. I couldn't feel my feet anymore. Then all feeling in my legs oozed out of me; I collapsed onto the sand in slow-motion. The dome was so close, and all I could do was staring at it with my irritated, burning eyes. Anjiran had not regained consciousness. I stroked the furry body next to mine and clasped her hand, before my vision failed me too. --- When I opened my eyes again I saw the grinning face of Quila above me. "Look who's back. Get up you lazy git. We will miss our transport back to our barracks." A medical drone injected me with something. My head was feeling like a balloon, but I even had saliva in my mouth again. I was lying on a metallic table next to Anjiran who also opened her eyes. "What the fuck happened?" "Well, I had almost reached the dome when I noticed that you two weren't behind me anymore. Naturally I turned back and found you both cuddling cosily in the sand. Friend, fucking in the desert is a clear no-no. Take it from me, after all that is where I grew up and the reason I left it. I had to drag both of you through the effing sand as you seemed unwilling to stop napping." It was the first time he called me friend, but not the last, as we really became friends after this incident. All three of us that is. Well, Anjiran became a little more than a friend to us. Her way of thanking us for her rescue was somewhat more involved and really quite exquisite. And she always insisted on servicing both of us at the same time, which created an additional bond we would take along when we eventually received our commissions together aboard the Snay. Chapter two -- Top of the world The day I first met Emma I will also never forget. A swarm of Palidians accompanied me to the ship I would cherish for the next sixty years. It was love at first sight. Pilot 03: Wish You Were Here "Greetings, Earthman. Are you the pilot they have told me about?" "I guess so. My name is Jon." "Hello Jon. I don't have a name. I have a registry number. Do you want to hear it?" "I am sure it is very pretty, but I have been told I could reprogram you to my specifications." "That is correct, Jon. I have a biological component that is capable of learning, as well as over four million different parameter files you can access." "Then we will get along just fine. I will name you Emma." "Acknowledged, Jon. I am Emma." "Good girl." "You would like me to be female, Jon? Is Emma a name for a girl on your world?" "Yes; the name of my girl actually. And you will be my girl from now on too." "New parameters entered, Jon." Her altered voice sounded convincingly human, so sexily huskily sultrily human that I got goose-pimples on my arms. The Palidians completed fashioning the seats I had requested and the manual controls I felt most comfortable with. I thanked them and shooed them off my ship. My ship. I liked the sound of that too. "All systems tested and online." "So we are ready to go?" "Yes Jon, I am ready. Are you going to take me out?" "Yes Emma. Let's see what you've got." "Obtaining clearance for departure. Docking clamps released. Switching to manual control. I am all yours, Jon." "Let's go then sweetie." I activated thrusters and altitude controls as if I had done that all my life just by accessing the artificial knowledge implanted in my brain. But how did Rrrnz put it? Knowledge cannot substitute direct experience. From the first moment onwards Emma felt like a natural extension of me. She reacted so directly and intuitively to my commands that it created a sensation I can only describe as euphoria, a sensation we both seemed to share. "Jon?" "Yes sweetie?" "Isn't sweetie a term of endearment?" "Exactly, Emma." "Is that why you look so happy, Jon? You like me?" "Like is an understatement, darling. I am smitten." "I am very pleased to hear that, Jon. I am also enjoying your company very much. I like the way you handle me." "Marvellous. Now I know you have sharp teeth too, luv. Let us get a little target practice at the firing range." "Yes Jon, I have a variety of very powerful weapons aboard. However, please be advised that you may access weapon arrays four to six only - until you have completed your training." "I know sweetie. But I am sure we can inflict a fair amount of damage on those little targets out there with those too, can't we?" "Yes Jon, I can be as naughty as you want me to be." "Good girl. We will destroy the seven targets in sector four-nine." "Targets acquired. Powering forward pulse array. Fire when ready." I got five of them with the first volley. The target buoys were ten yards in diameter and spherical. They were programmed to change their location every second in a random distribution pattern. We got the remaining two with individual shots. That took less than two seconds. "That was beautiful, sweetie. Let's see if we can find some more." "I am sorry Jon, no further target practice has been authorised at this time. We are being recalled by base." "Be that as it may, I think it is safe to say we will enjoy a lot of quality time together soon enough." "I am glad you feel that way, Jon, as I do too. What is she like, your Emma back on Earth?" "I will tell you all about her when we have more time, if you want me to." "I would like that very much, Jon." We landed smoothly at space dock. "If you had a mouth I would kiss you good-bye, sweetie." "I'm afraid my hands are still at the manufacturing unit, awaiting your biometric specifications." "I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to express that I am fond of you already." "As am I, Jon. Please come back to me soon. I will miss you." --- My Emma. She had always been an extraordinary being. Her hand brought me dinner and snuggled up to me, watching me eating and looking fairly pleased with herself. I had allowed her to dispose of her clothing, as she preferred to go starkers, just like me. I saw on the galactic news network that Agalia had fallen into Pret hands during the last incursion. Agalia was the one of the busiest trade centres in the galaxy. Its loss was a severe blow to the community. And Agalia was only a little over eighty light-years away from Earth. If the Pret followed their usual pattern, they would attack somewhere else next and return to this sector while we were busy defending the other one. Our forces were stretched to the limit as it was. Theirs were growing exponentially. The Scnrgsis and the Salarmorn had promised us new weapons; but that was more than two years ago, and thus far we hadn't seen any of them. I have been in and out of Pret territory close to seventy times. Maybe that is why I would fight to the last drop to return these creatures to the hell they sprung from. I have seen their handiwork. --- I didn't really think that our weapon's training would be any less dangerous than the survival bit, and unfortunately I was right. Continent four had a reputation for being the eye of the needle for those recruits volunteering to get the full combat training. Surviving this training meant getting all the exciting missions, the ones in front of and behind enemy lines. It meant getting posted on those ships that went into the thick of it. I felt confident that this was where Emma and I belonged. I was very lucky at my first simulated combat mission to get such a great partner, a Theerell female, Nayana. Theerells don't speak much, as they are used to telepathy, which in their case only works amongst their own kind. On top a few of them have the ability to teleport, meaning they can change their location within a limited range at whim. This ability interestingly is only available to women of that species, whereas a few men developed telekinetic powers instead. Nayana was simply amazing. If you are into seven feet ten women, this one would have been quite a rewarding choice. Especially if you are into women that scare the shit out of you, because despite a certain sweetness, their half big cat half nightmarish demon face can be a little off-putting at times. You are never quite certain whether her expression is one of lust or appetite. Nayana however, just looked like a scary bitch. In truth she was a very sweet person. And she was extremely alert. You had to be in this exercise. We had to board a structure that was supposed to be a hostile station. We were required to fight our way to a computer control centre and access a specific command module. The station was guarded by robots and battle drones of all shapes and sizes that were programmed not to tolerate any intruders. Jumping blindly into rooms Nayana was not familiar with was out of the question. There was trouble behind this bulkhead, we both sensed it. Yet it seemed to be the only way to get into the section we aimed at. The very second the opening appeared we got under heavy fire from several directions. Two drones immediately tried to get at us directly from close range. We barely managed to shoot them down right before our faces. The weapons we used in this simulation were created for combat at close quarters; instead of making your opponent explode and leave a mess they shifted its matter out of our space-time continuum entirely. And wherever it was it went, there was no coming back from there. Instead of a handheld device like a gun we had what looked like a large silver bracelet on your wrist with an extension of two metal bands wriggling around each other like snakes right up to your index finger. You activated the weapon by bending your finger and whatever faced you unprotected disappeared in a trail of white light. The only disadvantage of this weapon was its enormous energy consumption. It had to recharge for twenty seconds when you emptied one, unless you succeeded in pushing another power module in, of which we each carried ten on an ammunition belt. In the first rooms we had had the luxury of recharging rather, as one of us was sufficient to hold off the attackers long enough to complete the cycle for the other. I felt her hand on my shoulder and an instant later I was at the opposite side of the room. Where we had stood, red hot metal dripped onto the floor. You can't surprise robots. They don't scare either. They don't care when their brethren get sucked out of existence one by one next to them. I took the first two hits on my energy shield, before I could annihilate the corresponding attacker. The next hit came from my left, but the drone was no match for Nayana's reflexes and trailed out of existence. Some ground robots appeared from where we had entered, so now we were facing a two-pronged attack. I felt the heat signal from the brace, alerting me that I had to recharge or reclip the module. I used a photon grenade to get a bit of breathing space from the left; Nayana immediately covered the right side and still in the two seconds it took to reclip two more hits lit up my energy shield. Nayana appeared behind them and emptied her module, opening us a corridor in the process. I rolled around the floor and successfully attacked the last two battle drones that were between me and her position. The diminished and damaged contingent in our rear opened fire again, but we crossed the bulkhead safely and turned right out of their reach for the time being. Nayana pointed to a service hatch on the ceiling. "Good idea. I will climb on top of you and see if I can open it." Nayana picked me up and supported me when I got to stand on her shoulders. The locking mechanism was self-evident enough to easily open it and pull myself inside the service tube. The access crawlspace was a little claustrophobic, but appeared to lead into the right direction according to our locators. I stuck my head out again. "Fine. Come on up." I extended my hand, but of course she didn't need it, as she materialised right in front of me. "Well, or like that. I am closing the hatch." We had to go on all fours in the well lit crawlspace. Nayana's sweet bottom accentuated favourably by the tight-fitting black combat uniform danced lustily in front of my eyes. The relative safety of our current position was allowing me to appreciate her features fully for the first time during this exercise. She turned her head back and gave me one of her grins that make your neck-hair stand on end. "Don't think that now. Focus." "Oh? I thought your telepathy only works with members of your own race?" "Your thoughts are written on your face. And they all seem to revolve around some of my body parts." Although I seriously doubted that it was that obvious, she was of course spot on with her intuition. "Not my fault you have such a stunning arse. I guess that is why Rrrnz paired us off -- to create aggravated conditions for me." "Well then, suffer and be quiet." She stopped rather surprisingly and I felt no need to withdraw my face from the collision with her sublime behind. While she listened into the silence, I brushed my face repeatedly over her butt-cheeks and the visible imprint of her cunt on the soft material of her uniform. She wriggled it for me, but our attention really was needed elsewhere, as we had reached the end of that access tube. I could see on our locator device that the exit below us led to the room next to our target. It stood to reason to expect a sizeable host of enemy drones down there. I had only reclipped once, Nayana however had used up three of her replacement modules, so we recharged the empty ones before preparing for the end-zone. We opened the hatch just far enough for Nayana to look through and acquire her target location. An instant later we were lying in the room below, sending four drones into oblivion with great dispatch, before the others reacted and forced us to withdraw behind some box shaped machinery. Four spherical battle drones rolled in blocking the point we would have used next to advance cautiously. Nayana still held my arm and suddenly we were ten yards farther to the right and took them out quickly enough to notice the unprecedented threat we were facing just in time. This room had inbuilt defence mechanisms. Big ones. The first hit from the pulse cannon ahead of me drained my shield by thirty-five percent. You didn't have to be a math genius to figure out how thin the ice became for me this time. The other unfortunate thing about them was that we couldn't destroy them with our nifty bracelets as they had shields collapsing the transition fields generated by them. Two photon grenades thrown simultaneously did silence the ones we could make out though. Nayana teleported us right to their location into a nightmare of heat and smoke, but of course almost certainly a point other stationary units would not be aiming at by coincidence. We had enough to do with the ten drones being released from compartments in the ceiling as it was, our following reclip manoeuvres were a lot less confident and smooth as before. We had to shift position constantly, rematerialise, shoot, dematerialise and start all over again. I could see the strain Nayana was under, each teleportation weakened her physically as well as mentally, as a lot of concentration was required for each jump. Yet we did break through and reached our final destination, where I received my second heavy weaponry hit. My shields had taken quite a bit of flag from the flying drones earlier already, and now they went down to a field strength of eighteen percent. I ran a zig-zag lines across the room, while Nayana appeared everywhere at the right time sweeping my way free of drones, flying or otherwise. The floor ahead of me dissolved into intense heat and molten metal. I felt a physical push to the right, but that beam had only lightly brushed my shield. I parried that push with my antigrav; then used it to propel myself the last nine yards towards the control panel. Six quick taps on the correct symbols of the display later we had succeeded in our task. The few remaining drones were instantly deactivated. "And with twenty minutes to spare. We are a good team, don't you think?" Instead of answering she materialised behind me and pushed me to the floor. A second later I found myself back in the crawlspace with her. She had that expression on her face I was telling you about. Apparently she had thing for confined spaces. Her growl was not overly reassuring either; however, taking off her uniform did put my mind first at ease, then into horny mode. Theerells were amongst the few humanoid species I knew that did have comparatively big tits, even when considering their altogether large frame. I think she could have easily knocked me out with a rash movement of those pretties and yet they weren't her most prominent feature. If there was a creator he must have taken his sweet time to muse over and perfect this arse of hers, as it was definitely a work of art the word heavenly doesn't even begin to describe, despite her muddy red skin colour. My combat suit was meant to be extremely durable and resistant, but one brutal tear with her teeth sliced it open from my chest downwards, ending heart-stoppingly close to my half swollen dick, which had the audacity to unroll and point invitingly at her. Her tongue was split in the middle and muscular enough to grip on to the base of my helmet, then trailing down my shaft and up again, while her hands completed the exploratory destruction of my combat suit. The appreggios her tongue played on my magic flute had a trilling, thrilling, Mozart-like quality, something definitely molto vivace. Seeing my cock disappear right amidst those fangs of hers provided a somewhat unsettling sensation for a moment there, but the inside of her mouth quickly convinced as the ideal resting place for it in any case. Meanwhile I used both hands to massage her right tit a bit, as she sucked all blood into my knob, getting me pumped up and close to the point of no return in no time. I was still not using my enhanced powers proficiently enough to refrain from coming for long back then; although the expression on her face was scary enough to prolong that part of the adventure a little more notwithstanding. Nevertheless she got her complimentary sample of humanity in the liquid form swiftly enough, only to refund it promptly back into my face, which took me a little aback, but was apparently what they do on her world. I wasn't quite sure what she expected of me now, since she turned around and presented that tantalizing posterior of hers again. "Um... Anything in particular you want me to do?" "Yeah, stick your hand into it." "Oh?" "Take the brace off, make a fist and put it in... your cock is much too small for me, but your arm will do just fine." She was right about that. Her pussy was quite spectacularly shaped also, almost like a rose. Her canal was surrounded by eight different "leaves" of sensitive flesh; she had no equivalent to a clit or sipster though. Theerell females don't have orgasms either, but penetration is still so enjoyable to them that they simply can't get enough of it. My arm was still buried up to my elbow inside of her when our locators alerted us to end of our mission time. Chapter three -- Tactical advantage Rrrnz reclined in her chair and disapprovingly sneered at my controls, which must have looked bulky and primitive to her. For this tactical exercise we would take out the kids for the first time. To my surprise, she ordered me to leave the Talagon system by shifting and following a course that would bring me close to the Pret's domain. She gave me a few formation flight tasks I easily resolved to her satisfaction. I think she tried to distract me from where I was. The massive object showing on my sensors suddenly was unfamiliar to me. Emma's scans could not penetrate the hull of what looked like a space-station; it was way too big for a ship. "You may orbit the generator, until we receive further instructions." "Generator?" "What you see in front of you is a psionic generator that powers this part of our defensive wall, stretching over forty light-years across. It is an installation of the Salarmorn." "Yes, I remember Shneet telling me about them. Why don't I have memory engrams about this or them?" "No-one but the Salarmorn know how they work and no-one is supposed to. Only very few have ever seen leave alone spoken a Salarmorn. Knowledge you don't have can't be extracted from you in case you are captured." Emma's voice interrupted her explanation. "Receiving revised parameters for shield configuration. Establishing static field shell. Crossing threshold." "Threshold? What are you doing sweetie?" Rrrnz changed her screen to a tactical display. "She is doing what we told her to do. Welcome to the Pret's domain. Your final test will take place here." Her hands were flying over the tactical displays. "Level five clearance code accepted. All weapon systems cleared for activation. My scans are not penetrating the barrier we just crossed. I have lost all contact to the generator unit." "That is the effect the barrier is supposed to have amongst others. Do not concern yourself with that now. At an appointed time, we will be able to pass through the barrier again. I have the energy signatures of three Pret cruisers on long range scans. They are moving in to intercept." "Just three? Now this is too easy." "Cruisers, Jon. Five times the size of your little Emma and way meaner." "That is unfair. I can be a bad, bad girl when Jon wants me to be." Rrrnz made a plopping sound with her rear mouth. "You have no idea what you are comparing yourself to there, dear. Did you program her to be a twat or is that a factory feature?" Pilot 03: Wish You Were Here "Girls, please. No need for name calling here." "Did you know that seventy-two species residing on Talagon find your head offensive, Fangan?" "Stop it Emma. We need to focus on those cruisers now." "She started it." "We've got company. They are coming at us from three sides. I am picking up more vessels on long range sensors." "Kids, diamond formation." "Tactical data retrieved from protected memory bank. Analysing enemy vessel's shield configuration. No apparent weakness detected. I would suggest concentrating our fire on their rear shields close to their propulsion reactors, Jon." "Not a bad suggestion coming from a glorified tin can." Rrrnz was apparently not going to let this one go easily. Besides, it was pretty obvious that this was as much as she was going to contribute, after all this was my test. I decided to get at them in waves and at one of them at a time, while four kids each would keep the others busy. The Pret ships were a lot bigger indeed. I switched to photon diffusion mode to get a clear view of the cruiser we were approaching. The black matte metal of the triangular cruisers would have made them difficult to make out, had it not been for the barrage of energy pulses and beams assaulting the kids of the first wave. "Unit eighteen's shields are dropping. Structural damage to the secondary hull. Unit breaks formation and retreats to safe distance. Fifteen hits in target location. All weapon systems activated for fly-by." We went in with the second wave. The Pret's shields had been weakened, but they were compensating initially somehow. Emma took a direct hit that bounced us around a little, but we managed to answer in kind and got out of range quickly enough. The third wave finished off what we had started. The Pret ship shook in a series of explosions; then broke apart in a blaze of blue fire. "Enemy vessel astern has disabled units three and nine. Reactor breach in progress on unit nine." "Let's get that bugger first then. Six unit waves again and we don't stay for seconds but pay our respects the other one immediately afterwards." "Altering approach vector. Target acquired." The kid in front us detonated right in our flight path. We got hit by some of its remains. "Hull damage in sections four and five. Increasing structural integrity field to compensate. Direct hit on forward shield. Rerouting emergency reserve to forward array. Shield stabilised at sixty-four percent." "Re-lock target. Full antimatter charge spread around the initial target area." "Pret are adapting shield configuration to compensate. Second wave hitting target area. Target destroyed." Rrrnz made smacking sounds with her front mouths. "And now let's see how quick they learn. Third wave kids go at the last one and do what daddy did. Emma, are you all right?" "It's only a scratch, Jon. Deploying Nanos to reconstitute affected areas. Fourth wave has penetrated enemy shields on the third target. Vessel disabled. Seven other cruisers and fourteen smaller ships approaching from vectors four and six." We could take them on, no problem, but I would lose a lot of the kids in the process. "I think this might be a good moment to cross that barrier again, if I'm allowed to." "So your tactical decision is retreating?" "Unless I am supposed to destroy all of them, no matter what. You didn't specify what I am meant to accomplish here." "You may indeed retreat. That is the correct course of action in this tactical situation. Emma, retrace your steps and modify your shields as you did before, but add a negative nine point four variance to the amplitude emitters of the alpha range. Tell the kids to do the same." "Acknowledged." "You handled yourself and your ships well, Jon. This was your final test. You passed. Congratulations." "Pret ships in pursuit. Two minutes to enter weapon's range. Approaching barrier. Shield modifications online." "I lost five kids." "You will receive a full contingent before you rendezvous with your carrier. From what I heard, you will be posted on the Snay." "Barrier penetrated. Copying signal of the generator unit. Units twenty-four and thirty-one requesting to break formation for emergency repairs." "What are our orders now Rrrnz?" "Back to base. Your kids are safe here; they can follow when they have completed their makeshift repairs." "Emma, be a dear and fly yourself back to base, will you? I will see what other interesting instructions I can get out of Rrrnz when I take my clothes off." "Really, Jon? You like your women that bossy? I could learn to be a patronising bitch too, if you'd like me to be." "I love you just the way you are, sweetie. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy some different flavours occasionally too." "Excuse me, do have a say in this also? Or did I colour without noticing it again?" I wetted my fingertips and petted her three little pleasure centres. "You still owe me from our last encounter, Rrrnz. Now that I am not your pupil anymore, you have lost the tactical advantage you had the last time round." "That assessment is flawed but not altogether disagreeable nevertheless. Proceed." So Rrrnz became the first female I ever fucked with Emma watching. Call me a pervert, but I think that turned me on even more. --- "What are you thinking about, Jon?" "I just recalled our first battle with the Pret, sweetie." "I remember that too, Jon. The woman you brought on board did not like me very much. You fucked her pussy and each of her three facial orifices. You seemed to enjoy especially that a lot. I had to delay docking twice." "Rrrnz. Yeah. Wonder whatever became of her." "I for one don't really want to know. She called me a twat." Days are endless when you have nothing to do but wait. Two more days before the Snay would arrive. Then I would finally be home.