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SRS Unification

Jupiter

“Indulge my curiosity, Commander.”

Saræl circled her finger around the rim of a whiskey glass. We were sitting at the ship bar, and I had suggested it as a human drink for her to try.

“What’s that, Ambassador?” I asked, interested.

She’s probably gonna ask why we microdose poison to relax.

“Humans have sex for pleasure, correct?”

I had taken a sip of whiskey and blew some out my nose.

“Um-“ I coughed. “I mean, well, yeah. We don’t only have sex for procreation.” I explained.

“Do you not find me attractive, Darren?” She gazed at me with brilliant milky eyes and blue iris’. She had white eyebrows and hair that struck against her pink skin. She was angelic, truly. Extremely humanoid, but so very alien. It was rather fascinating.

“I think you’re incredible. The true definition of the word. You’re beyond belief.” I stated factually.

She blushed a vibrant blue.

I knew that the Binaræli - her race - were blue when masculine, and pink when feminine.

So her cheeks turning blue means I . . Stroked her ego? I think it worked.

“I find pleasurable sex incredible, Commander.” She purred at me.

She drank the rest of her whiskey, slammed the glass on the table, grabbed my hand, and started to drag me away from the bar.

“You must prove me wrong!” She said.

“You can’t have pleasurable sex?” I asked, confused as we walked down the hall.

She shook her head. “For my species, sex is purely for procreation. We have . . anatomy that ensures this.”

The hell does that mean?

“I’m up here, to the left.” We stopped in front of my cabin door.

My door recognized my voice and opened. I pulled her inside, and she threw herself at me. She kissed me ferociously, biting my lip, and whispering intently.

“Show me. Show me.”

I nodded, and quickly pulled off my uniform shirt.

“We must de-dress fully?” She asked.

“Well I like it better that way.” I confessed.

She immediately grabbed the bottom edge of her white uniform dress that rested mid-thigh, and pulled it over her head.

Oh wow.

She was slightly shorter than me, standing at 5’8”. She wore white two inch heels as part of her uniform that accentuated her pink feet, and white toenails. Her legs were long and supple, her calves and thighs firm and delicious. She wore white boyshort panties, and above them her stomach was toned and flexed, the hint of her abdomen muscles showing. Her ample breasts were emplaced within a tight restricting bra, which she took off next, revealing how amazingly perky they were.

“Holy shit.” I muttered.

“That is good, correct?” She asked, smiling. “What’s left of your uniform seems to be enlarged.” She said pointedly at my crotch, where my cock strained against my uniform pants. “I want to see your . . tool.”

I nodded, and shoved my pants down, freeing my cock. I was typically modest about my size, but still content with my six inch length, and two inch girth. She had brought me to full mast, and I was ready for her.

“Oh my.” She whispered, and moved towards me. “You are much bigger than the males of my species.”

“Oh, uh, thank you.” I stuttered.

She took my cock in her hand and stroked me, then kissed my neck.

“Fuck.” I whispered and palmed her body.

I ran my hands down her arms, around to her back, and drug my fingers down until I found her shapely ass, and grabbed it. I pulled her against me.

“Are you ready?” I asked. “Do I need to do anything?”

She shook her head. “I do not believe so. Although, there is an act I believe a human female will perform on a human male, and I am curious about it. You call it oral pleasure, correct?”

I nodded. “If you want to, you don’t have to.”

She pulled away, and grabbed my cock again. “Darren, I very much want to.”

Can’t argue with that.

She dropped to her knees before me, and began kissing and licking my cock. I watched her beautiful face as she teased and played with me. My gaze went to her perfect pink ass, watching it jiggle with every movement. My eyes snapped back to my cock.

She engulfed the tip of my cock in her mouth, salivating heavily.

“Oh my god.” I grunted.

She hummed happily, withdrew, then gave me a wonderful surprise. She extended her tongue out of her mouth, and it was smaller than a human tongue, but it was at least three times longer.

“Oh my- Fuck!” I exhaled as she lashed her tongue around my cock twice, then began pumping it into her mouth.

“Oh- Fuck! Oh- Fuck!” I grabbed her head and pulled her off of me. “If you keep- I’m gonna- We won’t be able to-” I could barely speak.

She nodded. “You began leaking, Darren.”

“That is . . a pre-climax fluid. It’s presence shows that I’m extremely aroused, even more so that before.”

She smiled broadly. “Then you may be ready for copulation!’

I laughed. “Yeah, I think so.”

She walked briskly to where my bed was located, and laid on her back. She kept her legs together and put them straight up, and I watched as she slid her white panties off her ass and up her legs. She dropped her legs back down and threw them to the side. Her sex organ looked almost identical to a human female.

“Come. Let’s see how you fare.” She ordered, mysteriously.

Ain’t saying no to that.

I got onto the bed and she spread her legs, allowing me to rub my cock against her.

“Will you need lubrication?” I asked, my face above hers.

She looked up at me, amused. “No. You might, but I do not see much of a benefit, regardless.”

“Uh, okay. Should I . . ?”

She nodded, and I reached down between us, grabbed my stiff cock, and set it at her entrance. She reached to my hips and pulled. I entered her slowly. She was warm and wet, and within moments I had stretched and filled her completely. I was surprised that she hadn’t made a sound, even though she had stated I was bigger than the males of her species. I began pulling back out of her, when I felt a dull, numbing sensation on my cock.

“Do you feel that?” She asked.

I nodded. “What’s going on?”

“The female anatomy is arranged with nanoscopic barbs lining the interior of our sex organs.” She stated.

“Why?” I asked, puzzled.

“In order to ensure proper, practical procreation, it is a painful procedure for males. They cannot withdraw until the seed has been deposited.”

“Oh. So it’s not pleasurable for either of you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “As I feared, it appears that the procedure is too painful for a human male, as well-”

I interrupted her by withdrawing the length of my cock fully. She stopped mid-sentance, moaning desperately. She wasn’t away that I perceived physical pain as a mild numbing sensation, due to many medical procedures. Any other man would have been screaming, but to me, it actually felt kind of nice.

I pulled all the way out of her and rested back at her entrance. She gasped when I left her completely.

“What was that?” She asked breathily.

“Did you feel . . Pleasure?” I whispered.

She nodded. “I- I think so.”

“You must only feel pleasure from the barbs pulling away from their orientation . . Which means you couldn’t have felt it with anyone besides me.” I thought aloud.

“Darren- You must- You must do that again. Please.” She begged me.

I indulged her, shoving my length deep inside, then pulling out slowly, feeling the barbs ever-so-slightly grip my skin. She groaned and buried her face into my shoulder and neck. I entered again, and pulled out again. I found a pleasant rhythm, entering her fast and hard, and withdrawing slow and gentle. Within minutes, her moans and whimpers grew heavier.

“I- I- I feel something close! Something is going to happen!” She cried urgently.

“You’re going to climax. Relax, and let it happen. Don’t fight it.” I assured her.

She nodded weakly, then threw her head back as her orgasm coursed through her. She shuddered violently, and her arms and legs wrapped around my body tightly pulling me in. Her organ pulsed and spasmed, gripping me with unforetold strength. I was about to climax myself.

“I’m going to- Saræl!” I groaned.

“Show me! I want to see it!” She said, coming down from her climax.

“Are you sure? It will make a mess on you.” I asked.

“Yes.” She nodded. “Give me the mess.”

I pulled away from her and stood on the bed, above her body. I pumped my slippery cock quickly. It was covered in a thin pink film of gel-like fluid she had produced. It lubricated me, and seeing it send me over the edge. I exploded, gushing thick white ropes of semen onto her waiting body. It landed on her stomach, and on her chest, and she writhed underneath me moaning. Her hands glided over her body, rubbing my cum into her skin with pleasure. As I finished drenching her, I realized her hips were bucking uncontrollably.

She’s gonna cum again, just from that!

I knelt on the bed quickly, and inserted two fingers inside her organ, then moved up the bed and kissed her hard. She nearly screamed into my mouth as another climax took hold of her, her hips vibrating violently as I slowly teased her nanoscopic barbs. With a final breath, she broke the kiss and sank into the bed as her climax completely.

“That was amazing.” I whispered.

“I did not-” She stuttered, gazing at the cabin ceiling. “We have been missing out.”

I chuckled, then got up off the bed, and went to the nearby bathroom. I got a large plush towel and soaked it in warm water from the sink, then wrung it out. I brought it back to her, where she had already left the bed. I handed it to her.

“Am I going to see you again, Saræl?” I asked.

“Now that relations are over, please resume using my honorifics.” She said politely, as she cleaned herself with a towel.

“Yes Ma’am, Madame Ambassador.” I gave a joking salute.

“We shall not have relations again, First Commander.” She said solemnly, and picked up her white uniform dress from the floor.

“Why not? I had a great time, you had a great time . .” I was a little hurt.

I really did have a great time.

I stood naked next to the bed while she dressed herself, and put her boots back on. She was stunning, her white uniform contrasting her effervescent pink skin.

“This cannot happen, Commander Court. We may be accepting peaceful terms, but peaceful does not mean free fornicatuon.” She stated sternly. “Do not misplace my curiosity.”

She walked briskly to the door, which automatically opened.

I grabbed the first thing I could find and ran to the opening. I leaned out the door with a pillow covering my crotch, and yelled after her.

“I really did enjoy it though! The pain was just . . A bonus!”

My direct subordinate, Clara Xane was standing in the hall, a ways from my door. “Comma-“

“Don’t talk to me when my cock is out, Lieutenant.” I snapped at her.

“Lieutenant Commander. She sneered.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and went back to my quarters.

I made my way to the bridge to start my shift at 0600. When I got there, Captain Gimball was waiting and summoned me. He strode across the bridge to the side wall, where his bridge quarters was located. I begrudgingly followed him inside.

“Court, we’re making headway with this conference. I don’t need you interfering with peace negotiations.” He said, sitting at his desk.

I stood with my hands clasped behind my back. “I agree sir, I was . . Furthering diplomatic relations with the Binaræls.”

“You’re full of shit.”

I cracked a thin, weak smile.

“The Sol Republic is in a precarious position, Court. We need this conference to succeed. This is how we join the galactic community amicably.” Gimball implored.

I sighed, my shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry, Cap. It won’t happen again. She made that clear.” I said, looking down.

“Good.” He replied firmly.

He stood from behind his desk. “The Ambassador is on her ship speaking with her Royalty, and will be back at 1400. I need you present, and civil, during the declaration of terms.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The alarmed sounded, and Lt. Commander Xane’s voice rang through the speakers. “Stations!”

The Captain and I rushed out the door to the bridge. Outside the bridgeport, we viewed the expanse of space. The Binaræli diplomatic ship was docked at the Jupiter Reconnaissance Station, as were we. A supermassive object had appeared off the side of the planet, and was rapidly approaching our position.

“Stations!” Captain Gimball repeated the order as he ran to his captain's chair, centered before the bridgeport and surrounded by crew control panels.

I sprinted to my chair at his right side. As we got to our positions, we watched as the black, triangularly oblong shape fired a green bolt of energy, which impacted the bridge of the Binaræli cruiser. The entire front portion of the kaleidoscope colored vessel exploded, its shrapnel molten as it spread through space. The resulting shockwave obliterated the Jupiter station in an instant.

“Defensive maneuvers!” The Captain shouted.

Our ship listed backwards from the impact of the wave, and lights flickered but remained stable. The bridge crew was thrown off balance, panicked and anxious for the next hit.

I gaped at what I saw. “The Royals weren’t on that ship, were they Cap?”

“No, son, they’re back in their home system.” He replied.

“This would’ve been a galactic incident.” I said.

“It already is.”

The enemy vessel fired another green blast of energy which collided with the rear of our ship, slamming our vessel to the side. I was thrown from my chair into a control panel, and knocked unconscious.

I woke to darkness. I wasn’t sure I had even opened my eyes. I was lying on the ground. I moved my limbs, and my left shoulder was dislocated. I groaned and pushed myself to my knees. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw bodies everywhere.

The crew.

The Captain!

I desperately felt along the floor to my left, toward his chair, and found a warm body face down.

“Cap! Gimball!” I grunted, heaving his weight onto his side.

My eyes focused and saw a gash on his head, the pink white of his skull. His eyes were open, pupils massive, and he dripped blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Court. Court.” He struggled to whisper.

“Cap you can’t- I can’t-“ I stammered.

“It’s yours. The Unification is yours, Commander.” The breath was his last.

I gripped his uniform tightly, squeezing back tears as his life faded from his eyes. My rage expounded.

“Status. Status!” I croaked.

As I looked around the bridge, less than half the crew was moving. Lt. Commander Xane was the first to respond.

She had crawled to a control panel, pulled herself up with it, and read off diagnostics. “Engines functional but offline. Artificial gravity online. Life support functional but offline. Significant damage to port side.” She relayed.

I breathed haggardly, and set Gimballs corpse back down.

“Are you the Captain now, sir?” Clara asked through tears.

“No. But I’m in charge.” I said. “Get medical. Wounded to sick bay. Anyone here who can still walk, I need options. Now!” I yelled.

Clara left the bridge to get Medical Officers, and several other bridge crew shuffled past the unconscious and wounded to my position. I took stock.

One Navigation, and two Engineers. Not much.

“When we power the engines, how long until we can move?” I asked an Engineer Officer.

“P- practically i- i- instantaneously, s- sir.” He stuttered.

I nodded. “Use the compressed gas positioners and turn the ship towards Mars. Turn over the engines and full speed on my signal. Do not fire the engines until my command. They think we’re dead, otherwise they would’ve fired again.”

The Engineering Officer looked at me nervously. “W- Won’t they see us p- p- positioning the ship?” He asked.

“They’re energy based, like all the galactic races. They’ll think we’re leaking atmosphere until we get power back.” I explained.

He nodded, and rushed to his control panel.

“Nav.” I turned towards her. “Get us past the Mars Defense Battery range. They won’t follow us past the threshold. For now, anyway.”

She nodded, and stumbled to her place before the bridgeport. Out in the void, the enemy vessel had pulled alongside the Binareali ship. The ugly black shape dwarfed the sharp rectangular cruiser. Several small scavenging ships passed between the two vessels, taking resources from the smaller to the larger.

The remaining Engineering Officer stared at me with terrified eyes. “Me, sir? What do I do?”

“Life signs. Please.” I whispered.

“Us, or them?”

“Them.”

She shuffled to a control panel nearby, and typed several commands. “None, sir. No Binareali life signs on their vessel.”

I nodded solemnly. “We have no armament, correct?”

She shook her head.

“Fucking diplomacy.” I rolled my eyes. “Are we fitted with everything else?”

“Yes, sir, I believe so. What are we going to do?” She asked.

“We need some kind of distraction to make our retreat. If the Rail had munitions, we could detonate the Binær engine core. I doubt it would destroy the warship, but it would buy us time.”

The Engineer was thoughtful for a moment. “We have mining drones, sir. We can launch one, and the enemy might think it’s just debris.”

I snapped my fingers at her. “Perfect. Get working on it.”

With my commands given, I had time to take care of myself. I braced gripped a control panel with my left hand, straighted my arm, took a deep breath, and jerked my shoulder back into its socket with a loud pop. I exhaled deeply as I felt my fingers functionality returning.

The EO tapped away at the controls, and I got to work triaging the bridge. I began moving all living crew to the bridge door, and the Lt. Commander appeared after several minutes with Medical Officers. After the wounded were transported off, Clara and I wearily moved the deceased into the Captain’s office. As we moved the last body, the Engineer called me.

“The drone is ready to launch, sir.” She said, her face hopeful.

“Send it.” I said. “Do not activate it until my command.”

“Yes, sir.” She pressed on the panel, and a small thud rang through the silence of the ship.

We watched through the bridgeport as the drone sped away towards the Binareali ship. After a few moments, the Engineer breathed a sigh of relief.

“It landed through a breach in the hull, intact, sir.”

“Good.”

“What are you planning?” Clara asked, anxiously.

“I’m planning to get us the fuck out of here.” I replied.

The other Engineering Officer notified me that the ship was in position.

“Alright. Everyone get in your seats.” I ordered. “And put on your fucking fasteners.” I grumbled.

After the crew and I locked in, I ordered the activation of the drone. The bridgeport had Mars in view.

“We’ll only have a few minutes. The enemy will know it’s moving. Turn it on, and guide it to the engine core.” I ordered the Engineer.

She nodded, then activated her control panel. I watched the enemy ship, now behind us, intently through the bridgeport viewer, which had switched to a rear camera. The small ships that moved between the two larger vessels suddenly coalesced towards the rear area of the Binar ship.

“Engine turnkey!” I barked.

The lights on the bridge flicked on and the engines hummed to life. I pressed the command button on the chair.

“Brace for impact and launch.” My voice echoed throughout the ship.

The swarm of smaller ships reacted, ignoring the drone and turning towards us. The enemy vessel began to maneuver the tip that fired energy at our position.

“Tell me when.” I said to the Engineer who was hunched over her panel, intent.

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

Focus. Good.

I watched as the swarm passed the halfway point between our vessels. They were closing the distance. The enemy tip’s trajectory inched closer and closer as well.

The Engineer in control of the engines turned to me, fear in his eyes. “S- s- sir?” He stuttered.

I turned my eyes to him, and spoke as softly as I could manage. “Stay the course.”

He swallowed and nodded, readying himself at the console. The swarm was now almost at our hull.

“Ready!” The Engineer shouted, exhaling. She had held her breath the whole time.

“Drill.”

The Engineer slapped the console.

“Full speed ahead.”

The Engineer in control of the engines breathed a sigh of relief and raised the engines to full power.

As we created space between the ship and the swarm, the swarm abruptly reversed course.

“Detonation initiated, sir.”

I nodded.

The enemy vessel abandoned its course and began to veer away from the Binar ship.

I leaned back in my chair and exhaled. I had been holding my breath as well.

“Excellent work under pressure, crew.” I praised.

“Detonation imminent!”

I continued watching the viewscreen. The enemy vessel had created distance from the Binær ship, and the swarm that accompanied it had formed into a makeshift barrier between them.

The Binaræli vessel seemed to glow a pleasant blue for a moment, then erupted in violet and emerald as it exploded. The ship disintegrated and blasted shrapnel into the swarm wall. The small swarm vessels were decimated and flung away. The enemy ship, seemingly unharmed, was still affected by the shockwave. Its mass was propelled away from the blast, and away from us.

I nodded. “They won’t be able to recover and pursue by the time we reach Mars. Keep your heads on, but take a breather.”

As the ship traveled through space towards the red planet, I took my leave, letting Lt. Commander have the reins while I thought about the situation. I walked, slowly, down the halls of the ship. I never wanted command. I had actively prevented myself from becoming Captain, and now, I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t have the rank, but our circumstances demanded me to step up above my station. Gimball was gone. I couldn’t have stopped it, and I couldn’t save him.

The Captain, the crew, the Binær, Saræl . . Your body count is rising again.

No. These aren’t your kills.

I could only avenge. Anger coursed through my veins like oxygen tubing on fire. I calmed myself, forced my rage internally. It was a weapon I did not like utilizing.

I stumbled into the bar, lost in thought, and sat at the same seat where I had talked with Saræl. I ordered a whisky, and sipped, trying to reason with myself how I could possibly reconcile my need for revenge, and my responsibility to the crew.

“Hi Commander, do you mind if I sit with you?” The EO who had come up with the brilliant mining drone plan stood next to me.

“Of course not, uh-“ I drew a blank. “I don’t know you’re name.”

She smiled. “Soo-Yen, sir. Soo-Yen Clarkson.” She sat down.

“Soo-Yen. Darren.” I smiled. “I . . Didn’t make an effort to know the crew when I got assigned.”

You didn’t want to be assigned in the first place.

“I apologize.”

“It’s okay, sir. Are you, um . . Did you know Captain Gimball personally?” She asked softly.

I nodded. “He practically raised me, after my father passed.”

“I’m so sorry.” She touched my hand.

“It’s okay.” I grimaced. “I just don’t think I’m the best one to fill in his shoes.”

“Gimball wanted peace. We all wanted peace. Right sir? I lost so many friends today . .” Her voice cracked. “For what?” She said angrily.

I nodded somberly. “We can’t lose any more souls.”

“But sir! They have to pay! We didn’t lose them, they- they- they took them from us!” She bursted with rage.

I looked at her. “You would risk everything just for revenge?” I asked, concerned.

“I was born on Mars, so I don’t know how Earth people feel but . . But we- we fight, every day, just to stay alive. If we don’t fight for something, it’s not worth having.” She expounded. “I bet- I bet the couldn’t even face us in a fair fight, that’s why they had to resort to a sucker punch!” She yelled.

That’s very possible.

“We can’t turn tail, sir.” She whispered. “I’d rather die with a Sol Republic flag in my hand than be shot in the back, running away.”

I smiled, admiring her anger.

She would’ve made an effective War Prodigy.

I patted her hand, and downed the rest of my whiskey. “Enjoy your respite, Soo-Yen, and keep that flame alive. We’re not out of the fight just yet.”

She nodded affirmative as I got up. I gave her a salute, and she looked surprised, giving me one proudly back.

I left the bar, and headed to the medical wing of the ship.

When I arrived at ship’s Doctor’s office, he was very concerned to see me.

“Darren!” He ran and put his hands on my shoulders affectionately. “I’ve only heard second hand, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Julian. I had to set this one on the bridge.” I nodded to my left shoulder.

He nodded, and grabbed a device to check my injury. “You’ve improved your temper, I see.”

“I don’t have a choice. I’m not alone, anymore. All these kids, they’re mine to protect now.”

“You were younger than they are now. They don’t need your protection, they need you to do what you do best.” He glared at me. “If you don’t, humanity will get steamrolled.”

I sighed heavily.

“Your shoulder is fine.” He paused. “What would Tif say?”

“To stop being a pussy.” I nodded. “I know, but-“

Julien stood directly in front of me, our faces inches apart. “Your anger is righteous, now. Don’t be afraid of it. Don’t be afraid of . . You.”

I looked into his eyes, bluer than the see and deeper than the Mariana.

I nodded. “Okay, Joul. Okay.”

I resumed my post on the bridge as we approached Mars. Carla reported no pursuit by the enemy ship, thankfully. I had made up my mind before I spoke with Earth Command.

“Connect through the Mars Relay back to EC.”

“Do you want it in your . . Office . .” Carla petered out. The Captain, and bridge crew, were still resting inside. It felt disrespectful to move them.

“No, put it up on the viewscreen.”

“Yes sir.”

The screen which had been showing the surface of Mars, turned a navy blue, then flicked to an image of an Admiral sitting at a desk, and a beautiful blonde Captain standing next to him.

“Gimball-“ He barked when I appeared on his screen.

His eyes grew wide. “Darren- Mars saw the battle through the telescope, but what happened?”

“Supermassive enemy vessel ambushed us, sir. Binær killed in one energy blast. Gimball is dead, and we’re hit, with severe casualties.” I rattled off.

He looked at me for a second, then abruptly stood and slapped objects from his desk.

“FUCK!”

I saw Tiffany, the Captain, flinch. Carla saw me flinch.

The Admiral paced around behind his desk for several minutes. Eventually, he gritted his teeth, huffed through his nose, and sat back down.

“You have two options, Commander. You can speed back to earth, retrieve a new Captain, repair and arm your ship, and head back out with Captain Merrit.” He nodded towards Tiffany. “The Unification’s sister ship is almost complete.”

I shook my head. “It won’t take them long to get past Mars, nevermind that it’s the first defense of the Republic.” I stated.

He nodded. “Or, you can repair at Mars Station, offload your dead, and arm with what they can give you.”

“Permission to rechristen the ship, sir.” I asked.

“To what name?” He asked, puzzled.

“The SRS Temper, Temper, sir.”

He recognized the name from Old Earth military history, and smirked. “Poignant.” The Admiral nodded affirmative.

“Thank you sir.”

He reached to end the transmission, before Captain Merrit stopped him.

“Darren.” She said.

“Tif.” I replied.

“Reap what they have sown.” She growled.

Reap was not a name I ever wanted to hear again, it caused my eye to twitch.

The Admiral ended the transmission.

Captain Merrit nodded approvingly. “I understand why you put the most lethal of us on the diplomatic mission, sir.”

“We trusted the galactic community by not arming the battleship, Tiffany.” The Admiral grumbled. “Commander Darren is our verification. If they must respect us through fear, so be it.”

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