http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, Pal's archive site, through Pal's yahoo group, on Pal's Forum... well, it basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are. And if/when I make a site, there too, I'll advertise it. This is copyright me, so don't call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental BTW there is plenty of different portions which have been reused by numerous science fiction shows movies and books, including nanotechnology, rapid pregnancy, and various scientific mumbo jumbo, which I will try to keep to a minimum. (Bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish…) THIS CHAPTER contains no sex of any kind. Chapter 13 Fly Me to the Moon Twenty-eight hours. Twenty-eight hours and three minutes, forty six seconds to be precise. And nothing to eat but lousy rations bars. David sighed as his bloodshot glossy eyes wearily watched the computer's digital readout. The blue text seemed burned into his eyes like computer monitors of old. If this lousy transport ship were actually fully prepared for this trip, he wouldn't have to be here. He could be asleep, or down there, on the planet. Without an automatic navigation system, it didn't matter if he wrote the greatest computer program in the world, the hardware wasn't there, and so he had to stay there. Stay there to make minor course corrections every three minutes. It wasn't even interesting changing the course. It was just a matter of simply typing in a few numbers. But then he had to program it into both port and starboard engines. Then he had to calculate the trajectory, to make sure that the ship's orbit didn't deteriorate. On top of that, he had to make sure to avoid the satellite system of the planet below. It was putting the same information into three different computer systems. It was all very boring, and doing it for twenty-eight hours and six minutes, twelve seconds didn't help. They told him 'It'll be a good chance for you to experience command' and 'It's just what you wanted, you get to pilot the ship. Oh it'll only be for a few hours, we should be back in eight at the max.' 'Eight hours', he thought as he snorted to himself. They were probably out swimming on those oceans. 'Those oceans' he thought to himself, looking down at all the blue water down there, covered in spots by clouds. The Asian continent was coming up on him soon, and as he watched on the scanner, he wondered to himself if he would ever get back down on the planet he was born on. He didn't even remember it; he had been just a baby at the time. Then he and his parents had flown out to mars when he was six. And now he was here, orbiting this globe, different than the one he had called home. He wondered what would have happened if they didn't make the trip, would his mother still be dead, would his father still be captured? Or would they all have perished ten years ago in a nuclear hell storm? Thinking about it didn't help, but nothing was going to help. He had taken a stimulant an hour ago, and wondered if he should take another. They made him restless; they made his job harder to keep his focus. But they kept him awake. They said on them not to take them more than once every four hours, but as he looked at it, he didn't care too much about precautions. He might get a sore gut, but he'd keep this trash scow flying, at least for a bit longer. He damned himself for his inaction. His father cared enough to send him up above the doomed planet, a situation he knew everyone dreamed of, to be out of the 'radiation belt' as it was called. Yet now his old man was in shackles, and he was powerless, floating in a tin can far above the world. He corrected the course yet again. The planet earth is blue, and there's nothing he could do. * Terra looked up, annoyed at the alarm clock going off. She hadn't gotten in the habit of getting up this early, and was surprised at how quickly her cousin rose to action, getting ready for school. She rubbed her eyes before crawling out of the sleeping bag. Erin grabbed her uniform and went to the shower, so Terra resigned herself to seeing what was happening downstairs. Stepping down her nose was lured by the smell of breakfast. She walked into the kitchen, and saw her grandmother hunched over the burner on the stove. "What smells so good?" Terra asked, rubbing her eyes. "Pancakes, I hope you like," Aednat said. "Blueberry?" Terra asked, her mouth watering. "Exactly," Aednat said, laughing. "I guess you share your mother's hunger. Girl you are the spitting image of her. Sit down, it's first come first served here," she said, flipping over the pancake. "There's some orange juice over there, and of course maple syrup." "You don't have to make breakfast," Terra said, sitting in front of one of the empty plates waiting on the kitchen table. "Oh don't worry deary, I've been making breakfast for almost seventy years now, I don't need help just yet. Besides, you're a guest," she said, surprising Terra by flipping a pancake onto her plate from several feet away. "And what am I going to do all morning, watch TV?" "Hi Kyle, sorry, Terra, hey Mom," Cathleen said, stepping down the stairs. "Sorry, I can't have breakfast this morning, I have to get going. Make sure Erin gets to bed on time, alright?" "Haven't I always?" Aednat asked as her daughter laid a peck on her cheek. "And you should eat something, you're going to waste away girl." "Have a good day auntie Cathleen," Terra said. "You too girl, if I don't see you," Cathleen said, walking over to Terra and giving her a hug, "You make sure you're not a stranger." "I won't. Goodbye auntie Cathleen," Terra said, pouring maple syrup onto her plate. Aednat nearly made her jump by tossing another pancake onto the plate unexpectedly. "Bye mom," Erin said, hugging her quickly before she took a seat next to Terra. "See you tonight," she said, taking a paper towel and folding it into her uniform. It was a simple green plaid uniform with a white shirt, and one drop of maple syrup would ruin it. "Bye," Cathleen said as the door closed behind her. "Mom works at," Erin said, interrupted by a pancake flying onto her plate, "She works at an office building, and her boss is an…a mean guy," Erin said, catching herself once again. She had sworn enough times in front of her grandmother to try to stop swearing. Not enough to completely curb it, but she tried. Dealing with school helped. Her grandmother wasn't above spanking her, although not usually for small slip-ups. "She walks there, so she has to go so early." "What does she do?" Terra asked, wolfing down the pancakes as fast as Aednat could serve them up for the two girls. "She's a secretary, but her boss is so bad she has to do most of the work for him. That's why she has to work as much as she does," Erin said. "Alright Erin, you have class in forty minutes, I think you should get everything ready for school," Aednat said. "Just give me one minute Gramma," Erin said, gulping down a glass of orange juice. "I'm ready, I just have to walk there." Erin stood up and checked her backpack, making sure that she had everything she was going to need. "Why don't you walk your cousin to school Terra?" Aednat said. "Maybe while you're gone, I can wake your two friends up. There's a whole day waiting to be enjoyed, can't sleep in all morning." "Oh sure, is it far?" Terra asked. "No, it's right down the street, get your shoes on, let's go," Erin said, pushing her arms through either sling of the backpack. "Goodness child, you almost forgot your lunch," Aednat said, opening the backpack and putting a sandwich held in a plastic container inside. "Alright," Terra said, wiping her mouth. It only took her a minute before she had her shoes on, and was out the door with her cousin. The day was cold, the brisk kind of air that fills the fall in New England. Terra noticed the leaves that were shades of orange, yellow and red. She didn't know that the leaves had changed; they had always been those beautiful shades since she had grown up. The sky was clear, and the sun shone brightly. "I go to school at the Catholic boarding school," Erin said. "Most of the kids around here do. I guess they used to be more preachy before, mom said. When she was a kid they were stricter, I guess the nuns ran around with meter sticks like policemen." "Meter sticks?" Terra asked. "Yeah, for whacking," Erin laughed as she imitated the action with her hand. "They aren't too bad now, they just make people do work, or stay late for detention. Almost all the kids live there. It's a boarding school. I get to stay at home because of how close I am." "That's nice, I wouldn't want to be away from my family," Terra said. "It's nice, but sometimes it keeps the other kids from knowing me. I only really know my best friends Jan and Frank well. Them and the girls in my baseball and basketball teams, but we don't spend time outside of practice or games really. Some of the girls are jealous I think. Others just don't have the time to know me. Besides, I don't go to clubs, practice gets in the way," Erin said. "You must get a lot done," Terra said. "I mean, classes, baseball and basketball, and homework, it's a lot of stuff. I don't do nearly that much." "You will eventually. But come on, you didn't throw a baseball before, and you picked it up in one throw! I wish I could throw like you, and I've been playing for my whole life," Erin said. "But its not just being the best, is it?" Terra asked. "Its getting there, right? I mean, if you just walked onto the basketball court and went with girls you didn't know to beat the other team, would it be the same? I mean, it's being part of the team, and getting to be the best, to have to work hard. But I can do that stuff without having to work at it." "But you can still get there. Just because you are smart, or are athletic, you still have to work for it. And life isn't about school, or work, or sports. I don't know what it's about, but I know there's more." Erin said, surprising herself. "I guess. I just don't know what to do with myself," Terra said. "Find out what you like and do it. You said you like plants and stuff, right? So study them. You're friend is a scientist, right? Have him help you. Rely on your friends and family, that's all you have in the end." Erin said, stopping. "Wow, I sounded like Gramma there, didn't I? Maybe some of the stuff she's saying is starting to sink in. Here we are." "This is the school?" Terra asked, looking at it. The gothic style building looked almost like a castle's keep. There was a wall outside protecting the kids inside, or perhaps keeping the kids inside. "Yup, well I got to go, maybe you can come over on a visiting weekend and I can show you around," Erin said. "Alright, I'd like that a lot. I don't think I'm going to be there when you get home, things are kind of weird right now," Terra said. "Are they ever normal?" Erin asked. "I don't know what normal is. Have a good day at school, and good luck on your test," Terra said. "Thanks, it's been great meeting you. You take it easy, and take some time to find yourself. Meditate or pray or something, I don't know. Just don't overdo it and find help from your friends and family when you need it. And don't forget you can always find me if you need a game of one on one. I love you Terra, just take it easy." Erin said, hugging her cousin. She did love her cousin. It took her some time to get used to the idea. But ever since she dragged Terra into her room, and they had a chance to talk she really connected with her cousin. "I love you too Erin," Terra said, really meaning it. She had wondered at first what love was, and whether she knew when she would love someone. She loved her family, and knew that her family loved her unconditionally. "Alright, I got to run, I'll see ya soon!," Erin said, starting to jog off into the distance. Terra watched as after a few steps her pace increased progressively, and she was running at full speed before she disappeared into the double doors of the school. Terra turned around, sighing to herself. The way back to the house wasn't far, it had only taken them fifteen minutes at a slow pace. She just didn't like being alone, especially in a place she hadn't been in before. She turned herself around, taking one last look at the school. It looked so intimidating she wondered to herself how anyone could call it a home. She wondered how those kids could be used to living without their parents, and how the parents could live without their kids. She walked back in the direction, humming a song to herself as she went. 'You Can't Take That Away From Me' filled the air as she moved on. She didn't even notice when the black car silently crept up next to her. "Hello, your name is Terra, right?" came a voice out of nowhere. Terra looked over, seeing a dark skinned beauty, sitting shotgun in the car. "Who are you?" Terra asked. "We are friends of a friend of her father," said the heavily accented voice of the ebony colored woman in the passenger seat. Terra couldn't recognize the accent as coming from the former Dominican Republic. "What do you want?" Terra asked, looking down at a rock on the ground near the car. She leaned in towards the car window, her arm grabbing the stone outside of their view. "We need to talk to you, about something important," said a male voice from inside the car. Thick and husky, the voice sounded like it had spent a lifetime being drowned in cheap alcohol. "We want to talk to your friends too." "What's so important?" Terra asked. "Get in and we can explain it," the woman said, opening the door. "What if I say no?" Terra asked. * Aednat was surprised at how hard it was to get the other two up and going. She hadn't had this much trouble since Kyle had been in school, and even then Cathleen had helped. Of course since she served in the marines Kyle had become an early riser. Aednat remembered that first day she was back and how surprised she was to wake up and find Kyle had already gotten up and made breakfast. Yoshi and Nadia finally got up, and with some breakfast and coffee in them managed to wake up some. They were still eating breakfast when Terra came through the door, with a sense of urgency. "Yoshi, Nadia, we have to go," Terra said, her face was completely serious. "Go, where?" Yoshi asked, deciding to finish off his coffee ahead of time. He never seemed to enjoy a cup anymore these days. It was either cold or rushed or just plain lousy. "I met some people, we have to talk to them," Terra said. "Talk? About what?" he asked. "Gary called them, I think, I think they want to take us to Mars," Terra said, hoping against hope that it was true. "You have to be kidding me," Nadia said, getting up. "Let's go listen." Walking through the front door, she froze instinctively. It was the black car which had been trailing them yesterday. "What did the general send you here for?" Nadia asked. "As we told your friend, we were thinking about traveling. Maybe you might want to join us?" she asked. "And just where do you plan on going?" Yoshi asked. "Oh a little red planet. I hear the rings are supposed to be real nice this time of year," the male driver said with a chortle. "You mean, you're seriously going to Mars?" Terra asked. "Why would you want to give us a ride?" Yoshi asked. "Well, to be honest we were thinking that you could be doing us a favor there. You want to spring a couple of people out, we thought you could free a couple people on your way out." Said the woman. "But get in the car, and we can go for a ride and explain." Terra got in without hesitation. Yoshi made a gun signal with his fingers outside of their view, to which Nadia shook her head. He shrugged before following Terra. "And it would be just that easy?" Nadia asked dubiously as the car began moving. "No, the government is going to lose some hardware," the driver said. "Most of it won't be reported for weeks or months, to keep appearances looking nice. But military supplies will disappear." "And just who are you?" Nadia asked. "I can't tell you everything just now. Do you agree to come along?" he answered. "I'm in," Terra said. "I'll do anything to save my mother." "I thought you would say that," the driver said. "I'm in, I owe it to Tom. Besides, I've never been in space before," Yoshi said. Part of him wanted to have sex in zero gravity. He didn't know why, but ever since becoming a futa, his spirit seemed to have become rejuvenated. He wanted to do more, experience things his sheltered live as a scientist had denied him. He wanted to take this second chance at life and accomplish the things he didn't in his regular life. The old saying went that there were no second chances, but he felt like he had one, and wanted to take advantage of it. "I might as well see this out. It's agreed, we're in," Nadia said. "But it can't be that simple." "What's so difficult about it?" the driver asked. "First there are the satellites that can attack any craft leaving Earth. If you even have one. Then you have to have a ship capable of making the long distance voyage to Mars. Not to mention avoiding the earth based scanners who would follow you on your way out. Plus the supplies necessary, the food, water, and air. Then you have to figure out how to approach the planet, with it's massive technological superiority, with one ship up against the resources of an entire planet." Nadia said. "Well now that you mention it, yeah, that might be a problem," he said with a smile. "By the way, my name is Sergio. This here is Giselle. We're members of the movement on Mars dedicated to removing the current establishment and repairing our planet's relations with yours," he said, turning around the street. "As for the satellites, they haven't worked in over a year, before we were able to get through a window in their scanning grid, eventually we just hacked into them. They now project the same things over and over again, changing periodically for things like the weather, time of the year, and so on. David did a good job on that one, eh?" he said laughing. "That he did. And in just a nick of time," Giselle said. "You should hurry, he's probably getting pretty tired by now." "Lets see, we do have a transport, although we can't land it on the planet, things are too dicey. We have a number of smaller crafts. It's easier to leave the Earth's atmosphere undetected. Plus it saves on fuel. Was that it?" he asked. "Oh, uh, approach the planet with its massive superiority, one ship against a planet I think?" Giselle said sarcastically. "Oh right, right. Well, the radiation that you probably know about has made any type of scanning very difficult. Not that it stopped us before the planet got its rings, it just took a man with balls to get it done. As for getting your friends, that's going to have to be up to you." Sergio said. "Of course we'll try to get you some information, so you can get our people out." "When do we leave?" Terra asked. "Straight to the point, I like that in a woman, the real question is whether you can cook," He said with a grin. "We must leave soon, the moon will align just right, which will make our approach to Mars easier." "How?" Terra asked. "If they leave the orbit of the planet at that time they can head towards Mars without being caught in the gravity of the moon, it will limit the fuel costs. And generally, it is easier to leave during daylight; it eliminates the ability of earth-based telescopic sensors to see them. Just like we can't see stars," Yoshi said. "Uh huh, I guess this would be for you then," Sergio said, handing over a pad to Yoshi. "It's everything we have, and everything your planet has, on the meteor that hit Phobos," Sergio said. "It's an asteroid really. A meteor is the same thing, it just hits a planet's atmosphere and breaks up. A meteorite actually hits the surface of a planet," Yoshi said, comparing the information that he lacked in his theoretical model he was working on. "Whatever," Sergio said, pulling back up to Aednat's house. "You can be ready soon?" "I just have to say goodbye," Terra said. "Give us fifteen," Yoshi said as he got out of the car. He waited until the three of them were inside before speaking. "So, do we really believe them?" "Do we have a choice?" Terra asked rhetorically. "I'm going, I want you to come but it's your decision to make." "I don't know what else this could be. If they were government, they would just have taken us in by now. What's the point of this silly run around?" Yoshi asked. "Maybe they're trying to abduct us too, maybe they found out that we survived, and want to tie up the loose ends?" Nadia offered. "No, that doesn't make sense, it would take more than a few days just to communicate a message to Mars and back. Besides, that's if someone tipped them off, even if they heard the reports yesterday all it said was there were two subjects, and that could be you and Kyle," Yoshi said. "Maybe Tom or Kyle spoke?" Nadia suggested, not wanting to say what she really thought, 'Maybe they were tortured, or worse'. "Do we have any options?" Yoshi asked. "Besides, these chuckleheads sound like they would have problems getting into space. Wouldn't they have a better team come in? This looks like a resistance operation, it reeks of amateurism. This Sergio reeks of cheap whisky" "So I guess you'll be gone for some time, quite a shame, I wanted to know you better," Aednat said, getting up from her seat. "I apologize, I did not mean to overhear, but what's happened has happened." "I have nothing to hide from you Gramma," Terra said. "But we are going to be gone for some time. I wish we could have spent more time," "It is not of import deary, it sounds like the lord has chosen your path for you. If you will wait a moment for me?" she asked. "Of course," Terra said, watching as her grandmother went upstairs. "I'm going to get what few clothes I have," Yoshi said, considering what little he was going to be able to bring. The shirt he had on him, another t shirt, a pair of sweats, and socks and shoes. 'Well, it's not like they can shower in space anyway' he thought to himself. "I should get ready too," Nadia said, wanting to remove the gun in case Aednat might find it. "Here now," Aednat said, carrying down a plastic container, inside laid a dusty old tomb. Few books were created anymore as most people used computer pads. The thin lightweight pads were incredibly durable, and could be dropped from three stories without being hurt. They could hold a terabyte of information, which was more than most people ever needed for text. Aednat laid the book on the table. Terra looked at it's cover, not recognizing the words on the cover. She watched as he grandmother opened it, and she looked onto the names. There were Byrnes dating there back into the twenty-second century! "Here we are, Aednat Byrne, daughters Cathleen and Kyle Byrne, and Kyle's daughter Terra Byrne." Aednat said, writing down with an actual pen her name in the book. She blew on the ink to dry it before closing the book. "Here, it's our family bible, it's been passed down for fifteen generations. I want you to hold onto it for now," Aednat said. "No, I couldn't," Terra said shaking her head. "No, you must honey. It will give you something to come back for. Besides, you're going to need something to read on such a long trip," Aednat said, laying her fingers across the letters of the bible. "May the lord let your heart's fire Byrne," she said. "It's Gaelic, I never learned it, it's almost a dead language now." "Gramma, I didn't need a reason to come back," Terra said, hugging her. "I promise I'll bring this back to you, along with my mom." "I look forward to seeing the two of you soon. And bring back your two friends," Aednat said. "Goodbye," Terra said. "Goodbye for now honey, it's only goodbye for now," Aednat corrected her. Terra broke their embrace and smiled, before walking out the door. She went to Nadia's car, and took out a plastic bag, she placed the bible in first before putting the flower in it to protect it. She wrapped the plastic to try to keep the dirt down, Yoshi had tried to explain zero gravity to her, but she wasn't sure she understood everything. Sergio opened the trunk, and Terra put the flower in, propped against the wall to keep it shielded. She watched as Yoshi and Nadia came out, her grandmother coming out of the house to see them off. Yoshi put a bag of clothes in the trunk before getting in with Nadia. Terra waved, smiling as she looked back onto her grandmother's house. Her grandmother waved back. She wanted to come here for a reason. She didn't figure everything out, but she figured some out. Some she would have to learn herself. * Kyle grumbled at her boredom. Unlike Tom, she gained nothing from lying around all day. Since she didn't meditate, she had nothing to do but sit there and think. Half of the time Tom didn't even want to talk, the rest of the time he was just babbling on about science she couldn't understand. Every attempt she had made to dissuade him had failed. He actually was going to help them out. He hadn't said it in so many words, but she could read his face, read his body language, especially since she had nothing else to do. She hated the lousy food that this place served, it was worse than in basic training. And everything had to be in a form that wouldn't make crumbs so they wouldn't float in space indefinitely. Because of her earlier actions, the guards wouldn't even let her eat it herself. At first they wanted to feed it to her, but Tom was able to convince them to let him do it, although at gunpoint. She still found it humiliating, but would rather eat these nasty protein bars from him than from the filthy Martian assholes. She couldn't help but take some satisfaction at the choking scars that were on the guard's neck she had gagged. She even taunted him, but like a good soldier he kept his mouth shut and didn't respond, even though she could see in his eyes he wanted to knock her block off. At the time she told herself that she was testing his training, but later she admitted to herself she was just trying to insult him. They were considerate enough to give her a female attendant when she had to use the toilet, and she had thus far kept her penis out of sight, but she didn't know how long she would be able to keep it up. She overheard a guard complaining about another week at best, could she hold out? This was like torture, and she knew it. Poor food rations, probably lacking in nutrition. Chained up, no kind of stimuli, no kind of exercise, humiliation, it had all the details of torture. She was impressed at Tom he could deal with this. Mentally, he had honed his mind, and by meditation he was able to get beyond this torment. He wouldn't crack because he wasn't fighting them, so he couldn't lose. Kyle could stand up to it as long as she wanted, she never thought for a moment that she would crack, but nobody thinks that they will crack. Even the weakest think that they will go on forever, that they won't yield a bit. She looked at him, chained up but never complaining, always busy cooking up a tiny blueprint of an angle in his mind. He wouldn't crack, she thought, but she had to ask herself if she would? * Terra had gotten used to long, boring car rides, but that didn't mean that she liked them. The car ride had been largely silent, most of the time the radio just played the daily news, of huge import if more information had been released. They didn't hear any news, but because they might hear news, they had to be vigilant, which meant listening to boring news reports about this farm trying some new irrigation method or this political demonstration. 'At least the car ride is scenic' Terra thought to herself. The ride during the day gave her a chance to observe nature. While much of the planet had been stripped of it's natural resources, apparently in what used to be called New Hampshire the woods were almost completely intact. The beautiful shades of the leaves littered the road, and in the windy autumn day blew around in gorgeous concert. She didn't know that there was a superhighway leading this way that Sergio was avoiding intentionally. He didn't like having to follow the main paths, too many chances he would be noticed, be pulled over or asked a question that he should know but couldn't answer. Besides, he had already had a drink, and getting pulled over for driving while intoxicated was something he couldn't stand. He wasn't the type to kill a police officer, but he knew that Giselle would incapacitate one. 'Maybe she would even kill him if she had to' he thought to himself, looking over at her. He didn't know her well, had only spent six months with her. He knew only a few things, first, that the leader of this resistance trusted her. 'Hah, leader, who would follow a woman into battle anyways, now that he's gone?' he thought. He knew that she knew her way around weapons, and could fight hand to hand better than he, but most people could now, fifty-four and out of shape he didn't scare schoolchildren. And finally, the last thing he knew was that this woman was lousy company, and couldn't hold her liquor, so much so she didn't bother drinking. 'A shame truly,' he thought, 'I could teach her so much.' He began daydreaming, but snapped himself out of it, he didn't want to crash the car fantasizing about this girl naked. He'd save that for some time he had to sit at the helm. Yoshi silently poked and prodded at the pad in front of him, comparing notes between the theoretical models that he had to put in incomplete information in to, against the information he had received from Sergio. The information was incredibly in depth, he wondered how they had received it. He doubted even if they had a sensing array on the damned satellite that it would get this detailed information, but then where did it come from? Nadia kept her eye on the road. She concealed Kyle's gun under the pocket in her hooded sweatshirt, always keeping a hand on it. She occasionally commented to Terra or the two in front about the news being reported on the radio, but otherwise kept quiet. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, but felt that absolute silence might draw that undwanted attention. "Here we are," Sergio said, turning onto a dirt road, headed towards an old run down farm. "This is what?" Yoshi asked, his attention broken for the moment. "This is where we're going," Giselle said. "The last stop on this planet." "Using the magical flying barn?" Nadia asked sarcastically. "Yes, it's powered by sunshine and hope," Sergio replied. "Or would you rather flap your wings to get there, smart ass?" "There is a small space fairing craft in the barn. This property has long been abandoned, and there isn't another domicile for twenty miles. No one to notice visitors, or complain about noise." Giselle said as they pulled up. "I'm going to take a piss, bring her out of the barn, we leave immediately," Sergio said, heading inside the house. He didn't need to tell Giselle that he was going to take a drink as well. "Give me a hand please," she said, pointing at the barn as she carried the bags from the trunk. When they opened it, they were less than impressed. A small craft, no larger than two meters by three, covered in rust. Nadia wondered if it would even make it off the ground. Yoshi wondered if it could deal with the atmospheric pressures of entering space. Terra wondered how fast it would get them to her mother. "I'm going to back the car up, attach it to the dolly there," she said, pointing to a cart the ship had been placed on, "Then let me know so I can tow it out of the shed." Terra looked on the side of the ship, it had a pinup girl in a bikini on the side. Yoshi laughed, drawing a penis on the girl with the accumulated dirt, writing under it 'The Flying Futanari'. "That's fine, one second," Nadia said, attaching the harness to the cart the ship was on. "Pull her out!" Sergio returned, watching with some pride at the ship. While it wasn't fastest or biggest by far, it was his favorite, he had spent many an hour logged in this girl. It was old, and covered in rust and needed a complete overhaul to even be considered worthy of flying by many, but it was his first, and that he managed to keep it this long made him happy. His big transport in the sky was bigger by far, but he didn't care about it half as much. "I'd go to the bathroom now ladies, trust me you'll wish you had once we get up there." The four of them took his advice as he began the startup sequence for the ship. He could do it with his eyes shut drunk, and had even done that once. By the time they arrived, the ship was ready. "All aboard that's coming aboard," he said. The four women got inside. "Alright let's see, engines go, navigation go, atmosphere is a go, and what song do you want to listen to? Rocket man, or Space Oddity?" he asked. When no one answered, he went for Rocket man, it was more upbeat, don't want to scare the girls anyways. He would be lucky if none of them tossed up their lunch anyways. He felt the ship aim itself upward as it finalized the preparations before taking off. "Blastoff in 10," he said, not wasting his breath on counting every second. It didn't matter to anyone, it was an arbitrary countdown, but tradition nonetheless. The ship would fly when he engaged the thrusters. He could have done it without saying, but tradition was nice. When he was young he would count down to the second, but after a couple of times it becomes tiresome. "Blastoff!" he said, starting the ship's engines. The body shook and convulsed, and Nadia wondered if the whole thing would blow them to kingdom come. She had been on an interplanetary trip once, with her husband on their second honeymoon. It was nothing like as loud as this. Suddenly the ship took off, gaining speed exponentially. Terra looked out the window, watching the landscape shrink. This was more exciting to her than flying in the plane. "Let's see, who wants to engage the secondary thrusters? Anyone?" Sergio asked rhetorically. "Stop showboating and fly it," Giselle said irritated. She didn't like flying in this bucket of rust any more than the rest of the people here. "Oh can't I have fun. Oh wait, I almost forgot," he said, starting up the music. "And I'm gonna be hi-i-igh as a kite by then!" he sang in tune. "Oh god, I don't know what's making me sicker, the trip or your singing," Yoshi said, suddenly wishing he had a barf bag. 'How does a barf bag work in space?' he wondered to himself. "Don't worry, I'm engaging the tertiary rockets, once they are a go we'll be off this rock in no time," Sergio said. "No, it's still too much time," Nadia said, working to keep the bile down. She wished she hadn't had so many pancakes, or so much coffee. "Here we go, exiting the atmosphere…now!" he said, and almost on command, the ship stopped rocking. "Hey!" Terra said, as she had neglected to strap her seatbelt on, and suddenly began floating up off of her seat. (This file was created by SomeRandomBastard (at) yahoo (dot) com, so send all flames there. Don't use without permission, and don't claim it's yours. Spread freely as long as this and the disclaimer above as well as the story entirely are untouched, unedited, and worshipped for the holy script they are not.) A critique, comments, flames, any responses are welcome, if they are pro, and then I'll consider making more. Don't be a jerk; send me a simple 2-minute or less message saying, hey, this was good. Thanks. 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