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Ok all here is my second attempt at a story, I promise it won't take as long as the Batherly Hunt. It's set in a space traveling future. Enjoy
They attacked the ship at 0400; blew a ten foot hole in our hull and clamped on with that fucking docking port. The ship was supposed to be impervious to that kind of thing but those shitheads at corporate obviously cut back on design and materials to save a little dough. Now those alien bastards are ripping through the hull and boarding the damn ship like there’s no tomorrow. I and the rest of engineering are hole up here on deck 25, the reptilians have control of decks 26 and up to 32; the blast doors in front of me are quiet now. Ten feet of diamond strong steel is the only thing keeping the hostiles from invading the rest of the ship and killing the rest of my fellow crew. The ISF Achilles was supposed to be the finest warship the International Space Fleet was supposed to have, 5000 crew on board, the best tactical and weaponry of the 26th century. It was supposed to be faster, stronger, more agile than any ship…we were supposed to blast the Reptilians to kingdom come…but of course the corporation that made it lied, should have known better.
“Lieutenant Rodriguez!”
I hear my name being called by a gruff manly voice and immediately I stand at attention,
“Aye sir!”
My voice calls out, its softer, less masculine than my superior officer’s but what do you expect from a 23 year old Lieutenant fresh out of the academy. The tall six foot five Commander approaches me, his standard issue blue uniform fits nice and tight on his chiseled body, as it does to every crew member on board the Achilles. His junk bounces around as his massive tree trunk legs move with a very determined step and his knee high boots click authoritatively. His laser rifle bounces up and down on his thigh holster, making slapping sounds. He looks me up and down and motions that I can stand at ease. Spreading my legs shoulder width apart I puff out my chest and put my hands behind my back.
“Lieutenant, I got a mission for you…The captain wants a recon mission sent into the occupied decks; all decks in combat have gone silent and we want to know what those scaly bastards are doing. You and four other crew members have been chosen to enter the occupied decks via the air ducts; report what you find and tell us anything that might be of value…under no circumstances are you to engage the enemy unless they spot you…do you understand Lieutenant?”
I nod, even though my face just went pale, this was a suicide mission. Recon into reptilian territory never panned out well and I had heard horror stories of what the enemy did to humans…especially young male humans. I looked at Commander Smith and said in as firm a voice as I could,
“Who will I be serving under sir?”
“No one…you are the commanding officer on this mission Rodriguez. Chang, Porter, Vasquez and Park will be accompanying you.”
The commander nodded to four ensigns who had followed him into the corridor where I sat and I immediately knew why we were chosen for the mission. At an average height of 5’7” we were by far the only members of the crew that were thin enough to crawl through the ducts; all of us had tight swimmer’s builds and our uniforms showed every contour of our young bodies. Plus, as lower ranking crew we were expendable and too weak to offer any real battle advantage. I nodded my assent, not wanting to question the Commander about it; the group of ensigns looked at me and shifted before acknowledging me as their commanding officer. I led them to a small side panel that led to a duct; tech officer Singh met us with a steel briefcase filled with recon equipment; Bluetooth earpieces that recorded audio and 360 video, night and heat vision goggles. We strapped in the only light weaponry we could carry, a blaster pistol that fit on our thigh holsters and a plasma knife stuffed into our boots; I could see sweat beginning to accumulate in between Chang’s firm ass cheeks, and I patted him on the butt reassuringly,
“Buy you all drinks after this ensigns…ten shots each of the finest tequila this side of the galaxy.”
They four guys laughed nervously as my smile hid my nervousness. Tech office Singh walked them through using the Bluetooth earpieces; I had already received this training in the officer’s academy. I pressed the com button on the outside of the device and spoke a set of instructions,
“This is the bridge…Lieutenant Commander Santino reporting…”
The soft elegant voice came from my best friend on this ship, Raul Santino; we had graduated together from the academy and became really close in the four years we served aboard the ISF Ares before it got blown up. Chance brought us back together and we took it as a sign from fate that we were meant for one another; we were married by the Captain on our first day aboard the Achilles.
“Hey Ruly…it’s Dave.”
The sigh that came back was long and filled with tension, he knew I was being sent on this mission and every muscled inch of him hated the idea…I could tell from the first few words out of his mouth,
“Hey…You about to head in?”
“Yeah…You keeping an eye out for me?”
“Two, as often as I can spare em…Be careful…please.”
“I will…Love you.”
“You better…”
Raul’s inside joke made me smile and I turned my intercom into receiver mode…now the bridge could hear every word I spoke…they probably could hear every beat of my heart if it was fine tuned enough, but they didn’t need to – our uniforms were fitted with textile biosensors that read our temperature, heart rate, even our oxygen intake. The effect of hearing the computer read out crew biosigns was eerie especially in combat as the long sonorous ring let everyone know that one more bunk was going to be empty that night. I looked to the four ensigns and nodded to them to follow me. Singh opened the hatch and smiled at me, we had been an item years ago and he stilled smiled at me that night of our first date,
“I’ll be watching your readings…Go up four decks and begin the recon…we estimate that to be the hive center.”
I merely nodded, grabbed the bar that was screwed above the opening and went in legs first, squeezing my lycra clad body into the tight, cold shaft. Pulling myself like a swimmer I scuttled toward the end of the duct where the shaft rose in a perfect 90 degree angle. I heard the loud clanking as Chen, Porter, Vasquez and Park entered in behind me and then the hiss as the vacuum seal closed behind us. Our writhing bodies snake crawling through the ducts I couldn’t help but sweat all over my uniform, there’s something about writhing in a skin tight uniform that makes a man sweat, no matter how cold it might actually be. The loud humming of the ship’s insides masked our clumsy maneuvers through the steel shaft and even masked the slips that happen when five sweaty men slide through smooth metal portals. Finally we reached Deck 22 and I could hear Tech officer Singh in my ears,
“You’re there, heat goggles are now online.”
Immediately the goggles I was wearing showed an infrared image before me. The Reptilians were cold blooded but their suits emitted a heat signature as it kept them from freezing to death onboard a human starship. Sure enough three guards were patrolling the corridor just two feet from where the duct portal in front of me was. They were speaking in their language but my translator ear piece was no use, we were obstructed by the hull wall. They laughed in a hissing diabolical way and began to walk toward the duct. I gulped down as my brain finally registered their form. The reptilians stood roughly 6 to 8 feet tall and their muscles were thick and rippling; some had large red spikes on their otherwise green hide, centered around the shoulders and elbows, usually these were a sign of authority or seniority. Their size wasn’t what frightened me. They walked around with one blaster rifle surgically embedded into their forearm and in the other forearm a large tusk like weapon grew out our of their wrist. I had seen these bone protrusions sever a man’s head in one swipe or gore a man clean through his stomach. The reptilians also kept a collection of human artifacts tied around their belts…for most these were the cock and balls of the human males they had killed, apparently seen as a sign of virility. Their own genitalia was inside their bodies and only came out during mating season; because human male genitalia were always out hanging between our legs they thought of us as sources of pure constant virility and for this reason they hunted humans as a sport. At least that’s what the xenoanthropologist at the academy said…probably bullshit. I gulped down my saliva and watched as the guards walked down the corridor and turned the corner to the left, towards where the mess hall used to be. I whispered to my comrades,
“Opening duct doors.”
The hiss of the partial vacuum being broken filled my ears and the door easily gave way; as I crawled out of the duct I jumped from the ice cold environment of the duct to the sweltering humidity of the corridor. The Reptilians had gained control of the environmental controls on this deck and were making it just like home. I crouched and began walking in the direction the guards went, the corridor was dark as light tended to blind the reptilians, who usually were guided by smell when onboard human ships. The four ensigns walked behind me slowly, holding their pistols up ready to fire; my camera was reading everything around us and transmitting it to command on the bridge, where the captain watched on the large screen in front of his chair. My cock tingled with excitement as we neared the mess hall and I could hear the voices of dozens of reptilians in celebration or laughter.
They attacked the ship at 0400; blew a ten foot hole in our hull and clamped on with that fucking docking port. The ship was supposed to be impervious to that kind of thing but those shitheads at corporate obviously cut back on design and materials to save a little dough. Now those alien bastards are ripping through the hull and boarding the damn ship like there’s no tomorrow. I and the rest of engineering are hole up here on deck 25, the reptilians have control of decks 26 and up to 32; the blast doors in front of me are quiet now. Ten feet of diamond strong steel is the only thing keeping the hostiles from invading the rest of the ship and killing the rest of my fellow crew. The ISF Achilles was supposed to be the finest warship the International Space Fleet was supposed to have, 5000 crew on board, the best tactical and weaponry of the 26th century. It was supposed to be faster, stronger, more agile than any ship…we were supposed to blast the Reptilians to kingdom come…but of course the corporation that made it lied, should have known better.
“Lieutenant Rodriguez!”
I hear my name being called by a gruff manly voice and immediately I stand at attention,
“Aye sir!”
My voice calls out, its softer, less masculine than my superior officer’s but what do you expect from a 23 year old Lieutenant fresh out of the academy. The tall six foot five Commander approaches me, his standard issue blue uniform fits nice and tight on his chiseled body, as it does to every crew member on board the Achilles. His junk bounces around as his massive tree trunk legs move with a very determined step and his knee high boots click authoritatively. His laser rifle bounces up and down on his thigh holster, making slapping sounds. He looks me up and down and motions that I can stand at ease. Spreading my legs shoulder width apart I puff out my chest and put my hands behind my back.
“Lieutenant, I got a mission for you…The captain wants a recon mission sent into the occupied decks; all decks in combat have gone silent and we want to know what those scaly bastards are doing. You and four other crew members have been chosen to enter the occupied decks via the air ducts; report what you find and tell us anything that might be of value…under no circumstances are you to engage the enemy unless they spot you…do you understand Lieutenant?”
I nod, even though my face just went pale, this was a suicide mission. Recon into reptilian territory never panned out well and I had heard horror stories of what the enemy did to humans…especially young male humans. I looked at Commander Smith and said in as firm a voice as I could,
“Who will I be serving under sir?”
“No one…you are the commanding officer on this mission Rodriguez. Chang, Porter, Vasquez and Park will be accompanying you.”
The commander nodded to four ensigns who had followed him into the corridor where I sat and I immediately knew why we were chosen for the mission. At an average height of 5’7” we were by far the only members of the crew that were thin enough to crawl through the ducts; all of us had tight swimmer’s builds and our uniforms showed every contour of our young bodies. Plus, as lower ranking crew we were expendable and too weak to offer any real battle advantage. I nodded my assent, not wanting to question the Commander about it; the group of ensigns looked at me and shifted before acknowledging me as their commanding officer. I led them to a small side panel that led to a duct; tech officer Singh met us with a steel briefcase filled with recon equipment; Bluetooth earpieces that recorded audio and 360 video, night and heat vision goggles. We strapped in the only light weaponry we could carry, a blaster pistol that fit on our thigh holsters and a plasma knife stuffed into our boots; I could see sweat beginning to accumulate in between Chang’s firm ass cheeks, and I patted him on the butt reassuringly,
“Buy you all drinks after this ensigns…ten shots each of the finest tequila this side of the galaxy.”
They four guys laughed nervously as my smile hid my nervousness. Tech office Singh walked them through using the Bluetooth earpieces; I had already received this training in the officer’s academy. I pressed the com button on the outside of the device and spoke a set of instructions,
“This is the bridge…Lieutenant Commander Santino reporting…”
The soft elegant voice came from my best friend on this ship, Raul Santino; we had graduated together from the academy and became really close in the four years we served aboard the ISF Ares before it got blown up. Chance brought us back together and we took it as a sign from fate that we were meant for one another; we were married by the Captain on our first day aboard the Achilles.
“Hey Ruly…it’s Dave.”
The sigh that came back was long and filled with tension, he knew I was being sent on this mission and every muscled inch of him hated the idea…I could tell from the first few words out of his mouth,
“Hey…You about to head in?”
“Yeah…You keeping an eye out for me?”
“Two, as often as I can spare em…Be careful…please.”
“I will…Love you.”
“You better…”
Raul’s inside joke made me smile and I turned my intercom into receiver mode…now the bridge could hear every word I spoke…they probably could hear every beat of my heart if it was fine tuned enough, but they didn’t need to – our uniforms were fitted with textile biosensors that read our temperature, heart rate, even our oxygen intake. The effect of hearing the computer read out crew biosigns was eerie especially in combat as the long sonorous ring let everyone know that one more bunk was going to be empty that night. I looked to the four ensigns and nodded to them to follow me. Singh opened the hatch and smiled at me, we had been an item years ago and he stilled smiled at me that night of our first date,
“I’ll be watching your readings…Go up four decks and begin the recon…we estimate that to be the hive center.”
I merely nodded, grabbed the bar that was screwed above the opening and went in legs first, squeezing my lycra clad body into the tight, cold shaft. Pulling myself like a swimmer I scuttled toward the end of the duct where the shaft rose in a perfect 90 degree angle. I heard the loud clanking as Chen, Porter, Vasquez and Park entered in behind me and then the hiss as the vacuum seal closed behind us. Our writhing bodies snake crawling through the ducts I couldn’t help but sweat all over my uniform, there’s something about writhing in a skin tight uniform that makes a man sweat, no matter how cold it might actually be. The loud humming of the ship’s insides masked our clumsy maneuvers through the steel shaft and even masked the slips that happen when five sweaty men slide through smooth metal portals. Finally we reached Deck 22 and I could hear Tech officer Singh in my ears,
“You’re there, heat goggles are now online.”
Immediately the goggles I was wearing showed an infrared image before me. The Reptilians were cold blooded but their suits emitted a heat signature as it kept them from freezing to death onboard a human starship. Sure enough three guards were patrolling the corridor just two feet from where the duct portal in front of me was. They were speaking in their language but my translator ear piece was no use, we were obstructed by the hull wall. They laughed in a hissing diabolical way and began to walk toward the duct. I gulped down as my brain finally registered their form. The reptilians stood roughly 6 to 8 feet tall and their muscles were thick and rippling; some had large red spikes on their otherwise green hide, centered around the shoulders and elbows, usually these were a sign of authority or seniority. Their size wasn’t what frightened me. They walked around with one blaster rifle surgically embedded into their forearm and in the other forearm a large tusk like weapon grew out our of their wrist. I had seen these bone protrusions sever a man’s head in one swipe or gore a man clean through his stomach. The reptilians also kept a collection of human artifacts tied around their belts…for most these were the cock and balls of the human males they had killed, apparently seen as a sign of virility. Their own genitalia was inside their bodies and only came out during mating season; because human male genitalia were always out hanging between our legs they thought of us as sources of pure constant virility and for this reason they hunted humans as a sport. At least that’s what the xenoanthropologist at the academy said…probably bullshit. I gulped down my saliva and watched as the guards walked down the corridor and turned the corner to the left, towards where the mess hall used to be. I whispered to my comrades,
“Opening duct doors.”
The hiss of the partial vacuum being broken filled my ears and the door easily gave way; as I crawled out of the duct I jumped from the ice cold environment of the duct to the sweltering humidity of the corridor. The Reptilians had gained control of the environmental controls on this deck and were making it just like home. I crouched and began walking in the direction the guards went, the corridor was dark as light tended to blind the reptilians, who usually were guided by smell when onboard human ships. The four ensigns walked behind me slowly, holding their pistols up ready to fire; my camera was reading everything around us and transmitting it to command on the bridge, where the captain watched on the large screen in front of his chair. My cock tingled with excitement as we neared the mess hall and I could hear the voices of dozens of reptilians in celebration or laughter.