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Proxima's Captive: Stargazer (Visions of Black and Vertigis)

Visions of Black

Planetoid
Joined
May 23, 2014
Location
Somewhere, France
The expected day of the launch had come but the problems with the ship persisted. The Proxima mission, as it was commonly called had its share of problems but none were so dire as the thruster issue. Working on a prototype system, the new class of ship, Stargazer a frigate with the potential to carry a crew of ten or less to the nearest system, was a plethora of problems on its own. Stargazer I, the flagship of this new class had problems with its thrusters, its mining lasers, and the engineers were almost making last minute changes to different systems, especially the hull.

Not to be outdone in his fastidiousness by other engineers, the operations chief David Sommers, the engineer who was to actually go on the journey called for last minute changes to the hull’s integrity just days before launch. Proxima was a relatively dead system, meaning that it had little asteroid activity. But due the discovery of a rogue meteorite that was passing through the system soon he worried about the damage that micro-meteoroids might have on the hull. Having been approved to work on the system for two more days and alter some of the shielding, the launch had been delayed.

To the relief of the rest of the crew and the USP (United Space Program), the repairs were completed on time and, while still hesitant, Chief Engineer Sommers gave the ship a go ahead. Captain d’Escallier, the man in charge of the mission was eager to go and had been pressuring Sommers, perhaps too hard, to keep things on schedule. Having been warned that the safety of the crew might be in jeopardy if not enough attention was paid to the hull, he pushed even harder. It seemed that the time table he and the director of the USP had issued was wrapped in enough bureaucratic non-sense to overrule the general safety of the crew.

Stargazer I left the earth without issue. A near perfect launch (almost delayed by weather) was attained and the rendezvous with fueling station Alpha in high earth orbit was successful. Plotting a position towards Sol’s nearest neighbor, Proxima, was only a matter of pre-planned calculations and an intuition sequence. Which, were all completely successful as well.

The first journey to another star system had begun, a journey that would last for at least two years (barring any problems) and hopefully result in a plethora of scientific understanding and research for humanity. The crew was set to live and work in the system and on the ship for at least a year while attempting to determine if landing on the surface of any planet was a viable option and then carry on operations for at least another year before setting off on a return journey home. Communications home would be difficult, but not impossible, as the signal (a new FTL system set up by buoys between Sol and Proixima) would take over a month to return home. The crew would be well into orbit around some body or another and operating before the earth even knew they were there.

The ship was a new design, a sleek craft made for quick (relatively) travel between solar systems. There were comfortable quarters for at least ten crew and three labs set up for any sort of need. The scientist, engineer, and medical officers would be well equipped to carry out their duties when the time came for them to start working.

The consisted of six members; Captain Jerard d’Escallier, Co-Captain Alana Morgan, Weapons Specialist Martin St. Clair, Medical Officer Dr. Natalya Voronova, Science Officer Dr. Shannon O’Connor, and Chief Engineer Dr. David Sommers. They had worked together for two years on this project with the exception of Captain Morgan who was a late addition due to her predecessor’s illness.

Now, on their way between the solar systems the team prepares to cross the boundary of Neptune, the point of no return and soon out of the sun’s sphere of gravity. The team, spending their last moments together before cyro-sleep, will wake up in an entirely different solar system, the only ones to have ever gone so far.

*~*

Sweat dripped from his brow as he leaned forward, his corded biceps tanned brown and tense, his large hands gripping soft white flesh, fingers digging in deep to the thin frame beneath him. Groans, in an almost growling fashion issued from the lips of Martin St. Clair, the sweat on his brow dripped, landing on the bowed back of the woman beneath him. His hand explored, but never released. Grasping pale breasts as they hung beneath her, she bent over on her knees and her hands as he barreled into her with abandon from behind. Her supple curves moving with the motion of his thrusts, his strong shoulders and hips tensing with each push.

He had her where he wanted her, where he had enjoyed her before…where he would have her again. His thick cock, throbbing harshly, swollen with lust and entering Natalya again and again was on the verge of exploding, but he held back as best he could. He had to distract himself, he needed more of her, he wanted more. As he thrust forward again with a groan his hands dipped down below to grasp tightly at her breasts, no longer allowing them to sway, but instead he held them in his rough hands, squeezing, caressing…pinching as he took what pleasure he could from the Russian beauty beneath him.

“Merde!” he cried out with ecstasy. “Natalya!” he groaned, his eyes rolling…close, but he refused to finish.

Sound proof walls of cabins were a blessing when you shared a wall with someone else. David Sommers, Chief Engineer of the ship sat silently in his room, enjoying the his last hours of restless relaxation with the book Contact, a great work written by, in his opinion, one of the greatest scientists to ever live. Carl Sagan. Sighing as he turned the last several pages he nearly reached the end, but he wasn’t ready to.

When this was finished he had nothing to look forward to except for a cold sleep…he had been told you felt nothing and you woke feeling as If you had just stepped in…but he didn’t believe. He had dreams, vivid dreams. Unlike Sagan’s book, if they were to come across undiscovered life forms he wasn’t so optimistic. At all. Maybe he played too many video games as a kid or watched too many bad sci-fi flicks, but it just didn’t seem right.

And he was lonely.

Shannon had been a wonderful respite for him during training, and during the Journey so far (short as it was). But, he had held out hopes for more though he knew that couldn’t be the case. Shy as he was, he could never bring himself to make a move, she was married anyway…what did she care. Though, he was content to have his friend on board, and stay nothing but friends, if that is what she wanted.

There was very little work for him to do though, until they landed. Or so he thought. A voice over the intercom, which issued through the entire ship begged to differ.

“Sommers, cockpit, now.”

Rolling his eyes he place his book in the back pocket of his jumpsuit and stood up. That jackass would pull him away at the end of the book…probably for something trivial. He never called Natalya or Martin up…but what did they have to do anyway….nothing. Probably just fucking anyway. They all knew that’s was their favorite past time. But no one talked about it.

~*~

In the cockpit, Captain d’Escallier frowned at the HUDissued out over the screen. He was staring into an inky blackness pock marked with stars, a sight he had seen a million times. Those spots hadn't meant anything to him, until now. Before they had been a great unattainable, a goal which he wouldn't ever reach. But now, in space…even if this mission went sour, he might get to see one of them much closer. He of course would be the first human, though maybe Morgan would too.

He smirked at the thought as he looked over at the younger and very attractive officer at his side. He had been pretty pleased with the appointment of her to his crew, even if she was a little green.

“How are the shields holding?” he remarked to her, waiting for Sommers. Knowing full well the shields were okay, just wanting an excuse to hear her voice. A voice he had imagined several times screaming his name. Her sweet young voice would sound perfect intermingled with his rougher accented tongue in the throes of intense pleasure. He waited for her response. Wondering if when he eventually bedded her (as he was sure he would) she would still call him sir from a position on her knees.
 
…28...29...30...

Shannon took in a deep breath as she finished her final sit-up and let it out slowly. That was the last of her daily exercises. So far so good. It’d be easy to fall into bad habits in a confined space like this but she’d made a promise to herself to stick to them once they came out of cryo. She hadn’t always been good about keeping those in the past, although the stultifying boredom of the journey was helping in that regard. You knew things were dull when you were actually looking forward to pushups.

She’d done her best to keep busy though. Her cabin was the testament to that fact. Her desk was littered with half-finished drawings, paintings, and similar craft projects. Her mother had even sent along a crocheting kit. Crotchet! She wasn’t sure which was worse. The fact someone in her family had actually thought that’d be a perfect parting gift before being shot into deep space or the fact she’d actually been enjoying it so far.

Shannon had spent a lot time in her cabin since awakening. She wasn’t the most social person at the best of time but she also felt it was for the best. Captain d’Escallier, St. Clair, and Voronova weren’t really her kind of people and it was best not to get on each others’ nerves. Alana was nice, but busy and didn’t need the distraction. And David… David was fun and she enjoyed his company. It was rare that ever got to talk to someone that challenged her and never took on that glazed over expression some did when she veered too far into one of her favorite esoteric subjects. The problem was she also thought she recognized something else in his face, something like genuine interest, and that made her feel awkward. Shannon didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. He was too nice a guy for that.

Debating whether to shower first or record her daily log while her thoughts were fresh, she opted for the latter. That was another promise she’d made to herself. Everyday she recorded a message for her husband, despite the fact she knew he’d likely never hear them. It helped keep him in her thoughts. “Hey honey,” she stated, smiling tiredly as the screen. “I just wanted to…”

***​

“Fuck! Yes, yes…ah, ёбля,” Natayla moaned as the talented Frenchman continued to pound into her dripping pussy. She could feel his rough hands digging into the soft flesh of her hips before moving up smooth flat expanse of her stomach to grip her swaying breasts. The firm creamy white mounds yielded to his demanding touch, little jolts of sensation running up her back as he squeezed them in in his grip and pinched at her erect nipples. With every thrust he rocked her forward and she would lean back into him each time, panting in rhythm to the clash of their aroused bodies.

She heard him growling in his desire and loved the sound. Animal. Masculine. He fucked her the same way, raw and aggressively, leaving her no cause for complaint. Natayla did not know a great deal about Martin but she did not need to really. This was not a romance. She’d had that once with her soon-to-ex and was not looking for it again. They were both here to do a job and in the meantime they each had something the other wanted and so would give it. Things did not need to be more complicated than that.

Feeling his sweat dripping onto her back, commingling with her own, she let her nails dig into the bed spread. Earlier she had drawn them down his muscular back, leaving little white trails in his taut skin. Natalya knew he was holding out, prolonging the act as her walls milked his throbbing length, and she soon felt the familiar warmth growing just below her stomach. She was so close herself. “…do not stop…do not…!”

***​

“Shields are holding steady, sir,” Alana chirped as she checked the readouts. All the gauges were in fact where they should be. The ship was performing to near exact expectations, precisely as it had in the countless simulations she’d gone through. The Starchaser was a perfect replica of the ship she’d spent the last year training on -- or rather, the other way around, her training model was a perfect replica of this ship -- and that was the primary reason she’d been selected. Lt. Nyugen himself had recommended her as one of his best students. Whether or not Nyugen, who’d worked beside d’Escallier for years, considered him a close friend, and knew his proclivities well, may had any other reason for sending along this particularly young and attractive recruit …that was something Alana would know nothing about. As far as she was aware she’d been recommended because she was simply the best person for the job.

Alana was proud of that fact but it was also a little intimidating. It seemed like a lot to live up and she still couldn’t help but feel like she was under revue. Captain d’Escallier had been wonderful so far though. He’d been nothing but welcoming, and she thankful to be working under someone so confident and experienced. It didn’t also hurt that he was also charming and far more handsome than any of her academy trainers.

Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed him a smile before brushing a strand of auburn hair from her forehead. “What is it we need Chief Summers for, sir?”
 
"Sommers, and his dead beat ass, is coming up here to verify one more time that we are not going to die in cryo-freeze when he turns us all into popsicles in a couple of minutes." Jerard spoke with a bit of a French accent, and though he was a French national his English was nearly perfect, likely better than some native speakers themselves. It was something that kept him out of trouble in his job, often times the USP (being based in the United States) looked down sometimes on non-natives in leadership roles, especially with such an important mission. He learned quick in life that if he were to get anywhere in that program he would have to assimilate, as much as he didn't want to.

Smirking a little he turned to the very pretty co-pilot next to him and prodded her on the shoulder before turning and leaning back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head and stretching.

"I would rather not wake up and see my co-pilot frozen stiff. I think that might upset me a little. Just a little." he chuckled some.

A few moments later the doors the cockpit slid open and Sommers popped his head in.

"You rang Captain?" the Engineer didn't look happy, he knew the Captain had something redundant for him to do.

"Yeah, David, I want you to double and quadruple check those refrigerators in the back. I don't want any....parts to freeze off during the process.

Sommers sighed and rolled his eyes some, making sure that the Captain saw his disdain.

"Captain, I've checked them everyday since we boarded, you know as well as I tha..."

Being cut off, d'Escallier raised his hand and shooed him off. "Just fucking do it Sommers."

The engineer turned abruptly and left the room, not about to argue anymore with his superior.

"A superior asshole", he thought as he walked down towards the cryo-freeze area. He was going to knock on Shannon's door to see if she wanted to keep him company but he thought better of it as he paused outside of her door.

"Nah."

She would just get annoyed that he interrupted her. She was probably exercising. It was pretty obvious that she kept it up and David sometimes made sure he paid attention to what sort of shape she was in. An innocent hobby.

~*~

d'Escallier laughed at the discomfort on Sommers face after he left the cockpit and turned back to Alana with a small wink.

"So, you ready to go out? To Proxima I mean. Who knows what kind of dangers will be there, radiation, big scary aliens, Sommers trying to repair the ship." he chuckled and nudged her as he sat upright once more and made some adjustments on the HUD. The ship was adjusting for orbit, a solar flare throwing off some of their equipment.

~*~

The mirror in Martin's room was fogged with the heady steam coming off of the two bodies in his bed, so that any reflection to be seen would be through a sheer sheen of white. Able to see some of the reflection, Martin marveled at the way her body moved under his. Her perfect breasts swaying with the motions and the ripples being sent up her supple flesh with each meeting of their bodies. His hands continued to explore and as he did, he nearly assured he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.

Running his hands down her back quickly before raising them back upward he gripped a tight handful of her hair and jerked back, his other hand over her slender throat as he pulled her up, her hands being forced to leave the bed, her back against his chest as he continued to pump himself into her. He turned her head to look in the mirror as he fucked her, his fingers grasping at her neck but not choking, holding his dominance over her in that moment.

"Look at you..." he groaned, after a series of particularly hard thrusts.

He placed his cheek against hers as he forced her to look into the mirror.

"Look at yourself while I fuck you!" he growled somewhat loudly and thrust upward with extreme harshness. "You're going to cum for me!"
 
Alana had smiled up at Captain d’Escallier when he’d touched her shoulder and mentioned the cryo unit malfunctioning. She understood his nervousness. It wasn’t really something she was looking forward to either, being frozen like that, with no way to know what was happening outside the unit. “I think it might upset me just a little bit too,” she’d joked back in return, glad that Captain already felt comfortable enough around her presence in the cockpit to tease her like that. He seemed happy with her performance and that made her feel happy and relieved both.

The situation when Sommers arrived left her more than a little uncomfortable though. She didn’t like easy way the chief addressed his captain or how he’d rolled his eyes when given his orders. The academy had very strict rules about respecting superior officers and more than a few students had been flunked for insubordinate behavior while she was attending. Alana herself had achieved near perfect scores when it came to properly following orders though. She truly didn’t understand why he’d question his captain like that when checking the cryo was his responsibility as engineer, after all. What better things did he have to do than his job?

Even worse to Alana’s thinking was the way they’d parted. An abrupt dismissal and Sommers tromping off obviously annoyed. Crew unity was vital to any mission. The academy had also stressed that. She wondered if she should try to talk with him and patch things over between them somehow.

That was a thought for later though as d’Escallier playfully nudged her again. “Stop it,” Alana said, although she didn’t really sound as if she wanted him to stop. “You shouldn’t even joke about that. I want everything to go smoothly. I still can’t believe we’re going to be the first people to set foot on it…”

***​

Shannon was on her way to the showers when she opened her cabin door and found David standing just outside of it. She hadn’t even heard him knock. In fact, he looked like he was getting ready to head off someplace on his own.

“Oh. Hi, David, anything happening?” She shifted the towel in her arms before offering him a faint smile. The science officer was dressed only in her sweaty workout clothes at the movement, a form fitting white tank top that highlighted the generous swell of her breast and a pair of red gym shorts that left her long shapely legs in full view. Her feet were also bare although she was carrying a pair of flip flops along with the towel for when she got out of the shower. “Did you need a hand with something? I was just on my way to get cleaned up b--”

A sound somewhere between a loud moan and a woman’s shriek suddenly erupted from a few doors down. Shannon smirked and shrugged her slender shoulders. “Well, I guess I don’t even need to ask where Voronova and St. Clair are, do I?”

***​

Natalya gasped as Martin’s fingers threaded through her thick black tresses, yanking her back sharply until her shoulders were flush against his muscular chest. She then felt his other head ease around her slim white neck, threatening to choke her with the slightest flexing of his hand, sending an additional thrill surging through her body as she bit down on her lip.

“Ah! ah! ah!” came her little pants, punctuating each of his steady thrusts. As he began to speed up, so they did they, her whole body conforming to the insistent motion of his pistoning hips. Natalya’s eyes fluttered open, her small white teeth releasing her plump lower lip when Martin pressed his warm cheek against hers and told, no, ordered, her to look into the mirror.

She saw herself gasping in the foggy mirror, her small shapely frame molded into his masculine domineering form, holding her there effortlessly in his grip as he drove relentlessly into her dripping cunt. “Ah!” she cried out again as he forced himself even deeper into her cunt, the hard throbbing length of his lovely cock nearly kissing her cervix as pleasure exploded through her body. Natalya let herself go completely then, moaning, crying out, as the warm aftershocks of her climax shivered up her back.

“Martin…yessss…”
 
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