Author's Note
Space pirates. Lesbian space pirates. That's really all you need to know. Well, that and not a lot of overt sex. Sexiness yes, but story first and no lurid details.
This is a series. Starting with chapter one will help avoid confusion.
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Tales from the Stream 4: Into the Stream
"Oh, Emily? Emily, dear... This is your captain speaking." Jade spoke into the headset mic as her voice echoed through the ship. "Your Captain could really use a hand deploying the sails... Em-i-lyyy? Oh, Emily..."
"One of these days!" Amaliya hollered from somewhere in the belly of the ship. Jade grinned.
"Reporting as ordered, Cap'n." Emily shot a crisp salute, paused for a beat, and leaned in to kiss Jade on the cheek.
"I'd ask what the kiss was for," said Jade, "but then you might get all self-conscious and not want to do it again."
"Just 'cause." Emily grinned. "I dunno. This is like, so much better than my last gig."
"Well in that case..." Jade presented her cheek to Emily again. "Captain's privilege?"
Emily hooked Jade's chin with her thumb and turned her for a kiss straight on. It was a full minute before their lips parted.
"Sometimes it's good to be the captain," Jade said.
"Mmm," said Emily, sighing.
The two looked awkwardly at each other for while in the small space of the ship's conn. It was Emily who broke the silence.
"So, the um, sails?"
"Right." Jade turned to the pilot's console. "How do they work?"
"Well, these tiny particles that are all around us in space. It's like energy from the sun and the tachyons flowing in the stream. They're microscopic, subatomic really, but there's a lot of them, and the sails are big enough that they catch some fraction of those particles. And when they do, the force of the particles banging into the sails is what pushes the ship along. It's slow at first, but since there's no wind resistance in space, there's nothing causing drag and pretty soon..." Emily looked at Jade. "What?"
"You're so cute when you get all sciency." Jade tapped Emily on the nose. "I meant which one of these control menus do I need to access to get them deployed."
"Oh." Emily stared at the floor.
"Come 'ere." Jade slipped her hand behind Emily's neck and pressed her lips up tight. Two minutes had ticked off the ship's chronometer before they came up for air.
"So, um," said Emily. "Where were we?"
"Which part?" Jade smirked.
"The um... sails."
"Oh that." Jade smirked. "How do we deploy them?"
"Propulsion systems?" Emily leaned into the small space to swipe her finger across the console. "Seems logical."
"You'd think. But, nah. Checked there already. Thruster directional, reactor status, reserve steam pressure... it's all there. Just no sails."
"Hmm..." Emily tapped and swiped.
"Oh," she said a minute later, "Oh, here it is. Switch the propulsion view to main drive." Emily swiped at part of the screen and the console image changed. "I guess they don't expect you to use thrusters and sails at the same time. Makes sense. Thrusters would be pretty ineffectual at those speeds. Better to trim the...
"What?"
"That's it," said Captain Jade, "I'm appointing you Science Officer. Or Chief of the Helm. Or something like that. Whatever sounds good to you."
Emily beamed.
"Come 'ere, you."
Several more minutes ticked off the ship's chronometer. Toward the end, Emily's backside was pressed firmly against the pilot's console and her jumpsuit hung loosely off her right shoulder as Jade sent her mouth exploring new territory.
An urgent beeping sound filled the conn.
"Shit, what did I do?" Emily pushed Jade to the side and stood bolt upright. "Did I lean on something bad?"
"I dunno."
"Oh. Oh, there," said Emily, pointing to the navigation screen.
"What's that? It's purple."
"We're getting close to the stream. The purple stuff. The computer's just telling us to get our shit together or steer clear. For a second there, I thoughtâ"
"How come it's not all purple out the viewport?"
"That's the false colorization to make it stand out on the monitor."
"Very sciency. I like that. I like you." Jade picked up the headset microphone again. "Attention crewmates, this is your captain speaking. Captain Jade. Dread Captain Jade, Captain of the Black Prince and queen of all she surveys..."
Emily slapped Jade on the shoulder.
"Right, then. Uh, science officer Emily says we're coming up on the tachyon stream, so you might want to come up here and check 'er out. There's really nothing to see out the viewport, but the monitor's got some pretty fabulous purple shit on it. Anyway, I was just thinking... as your captain... it would be nice if we could all take part in this rather momentousâ"
"Your Captainship," grumbled Amaliya, "We've been standing here for like a good thirty seconds. Maybe you could put that mic away before somebodyâ"
"Whoa, simmer down XO. This is history in the making." Jade surveyed the faces around her. "Raise your hand if you've ever sailed into the stream. Besides your first trip out from Earth. That doesn't count. Anyone? Anyone? That's what I thought. This is good stuff here. Momentous."
"Okay," said Amaliya.
"Okay," said Jade, puffing her chest.
Again, Jade looked around at the faces of her crew.
"LĂșcia, honey, no napping," she said. "This is historic."
"I am praying to Saint Christopher. Asking that, if at all possible, our tiny ship not be separated into individual atoms as we cross into the high-energy particle flow."
"He's in charge of that?" Jade asked. "Atoms and particles and stuff?"
"Saint Christopher is the patron saint of travelers."
"Hm," Jade said. "Perhaps we should all take a moment."
"The sails, Captain?" It was Emily who spoke up.
"Shh," Jade said, pressing her finger to her lips. "Saint Christopher."
LĂșcia looked up. "Saint Christopher suggests we all strap into our safety harnesses before you deploy the sails, Captain. It will help ensure we ourselves are not separated into individual atoms. Or at least smaller parts than we are in now."
"Right. Good idea. Thanks, Chris," said Jade, sitting down and reaching for the pilot's console. "Everybody grab a seat. Buckle up."
Jade tapped at the console.
"Oh cool, it looks like one of those lizard thingies." Amaliya pointed to the monitor where a 3D projection of the ship's exterior was displayed. The solar sails were beginning to emerge from the area just behind the front of the ship, the area where the crew was seated in the conn.
"Like in the desert?" Emily asked.
"Hmm? No, like on the Discovery Channel. One of those Gila Monsters."