All That Glitters

All That Glitters Ch 23

The Pirates at home, a battle commences.

The Wanderer goes to a Pirates home world. The Pirates strike back. The smelly stuff hits the whirling blades!

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Because of the number of abbreviations, ship listings, and list of characters, in this story, I include a glossary that is now in a stand-alone chapter called

'All That Glitters: Notes'

. Any and all information that you want or need to know about the series is included in Notes. It will be updated frequently, when significant changes are made to it, simply by re-issuing 'Notes' to Literotica.

There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary to read previous chapters to fully understand where we are.

As before, I claim sole responsibility for the story line. This story is a fantasy, with no basis in reality. Any similarity that you may perceive to current events, people, or situations real or imaginary is completely unintended. Look no further than the story line for its intent and purpose.

A big shout out to SaddleRidder for all the help she has provided in editing. With her guidance, I'm making fewer and fewer errors, but she still finds them. If you find any errors still left in this chapter, they are mine.

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Liramor-23, 109 Piscium System, 106 Light Years from Terra

Fiona was ecstatic. For the first time ever, all of her ship's captains, Ex Os, Boatswains, and the senior personnel from LMC-23 were in the same room. She had the happy problem of having to find room at the conference table, despite its size. She would need ten meter tables in the refurbished conference rooms on the upgraded platform.

Fiona called all her Navy Captains together. They included, Capt. Mat Cage, commanding NS Orion, Capt. Beverly Davis, Civilian Liaison Officer for Liramor-23, Capt. Gerdt Dieter, the new commander of NS Betelgeuse in place of the late Capt. Loraine Tuffet, Capt. Liana Dostier, commanding NS Kindalla and 2 I/C of the Piscium System Defence, Capt. Cèleste Dauphine, commanding NS Kologn, Capt. Gisele Florine, commanding NS Kennedy, Capt. Richard Dent, commanding NS Claridge, Capt. Corine Leonard, commanding NFT Roger Dancer, Cdr. John Seldon, commanding NS Churchill, Capt. Bouyé Whatt, commanding NS Wimple, and Capt. (Civ.) Abigale Moore, commanding PV The Valour - Fiona Marsh, who she now had involved in her Navy briefs because of the constant interaction between her and the fleet.

Fiona and her Captains were going over the disposition of the ships in system to determine who would go where and be charged with what duties, with the exception of the Wimple, which was dedicated to the science team, the Valour, which was Fiona's dedicated transport, and the Roger Dancer, the fleet tender.

The Wimple was preparing to return to the Piscium system's alien station, while the Dancer was preparing to head to Sector Forty-Two HQ for the supplies the Navy ships required. The eight primary ships of the fleet, and her own vessel, had made a major dent in the dedicated navy supplies on the platform, though they still did not all have a full basic load. Fiona had decided to put the Navy Fleet Tender Roger Dancer to its primary use of running supplies for the fleet.

"I need you to ensure that all ships have their basic load and that the platform's Navy QM stores are complete with at least one full basic load in reserve for all ten ships, including your own, and The Wanderer," she explained to Capt. Corine Leonard.

"Let me know later how many runs you will need to make to complete that setup," Fiona finished, getting a nod from Corine.

Corine had spent her career on fleet tenders, but she had never been on a tender with the capabilities of her new ship, and she was its first captain! The ship had a huge jump capability of forty-five light years and could turnaround from a max jump in an hour. She could also drag a ship as large as Fairling Class Frigate twenty light hears in a tow but was limited in the number of times she could do that. She was not a dedicated tow vessel and the stresses on the ship's frame could cause major problems, so towing for the Dancer was a last ditch option.

The Roger Dancer was designed to carry a large surplus of supplies, from food and water, and to all the gasses necessary for humans to live in space. Her storerooms were massive, allowing her to carry a large quantity of various necessary supplies. She had huge magazines designed to cram the maximum quantities of torpedoes, missiles, FTL probes, various types of mines, and the ammo cases for the 50mm rail guns into the ship.

She had various methods of moving supplies between ships including an airtight, flexible gangway, hoses for gases and liquids, a loader arm, and twenty-four dedicated large supply shuttles. She could use any and all of those methods to transfer supplies.

The Dancer also carried specialist engineers literally capable of rebuilding a ship while in deep space. Overall, the Dancer was a more than capable ship able to resupply and maintain a fleet of up to twenty large vessels, and she was dedicated to a fleet of ten, including herself.

Her jump capacity meant that she could get to the QM at Sector HQ and return within a day, something that would have taken two to three days before. When the brass saw what the Dancer was capable of, she was certain that her ship would be the model for all future tenders.

Corine quickly came to the conclusion that they would be able to finish out the basic load for all ships and get the standby load into the QM in three runs. They would do four, carrying a portion of the fleets basic load on board after the fact.

Corine estimated it would take a day for each run, even with the ship's new capabilities. It would be a test of the ship and crew, but she was proud of both and knew they could complete the job.

The other captains quickly came to a decision as to how they would deploy to protect the system and monitor the known alien invasion, an issue that would have to be dealt with soon.

For now, they would conduct some fleet exercises to work out coordination between the vessels. An issue that was glaringly obvious during the Second Battle of Liramor-23. They wanted to make sure the fleet had no such issues in future.

The Wanderer, Liramor Prime, Liramor System, Thirty Light Years from Terra

Liea was being fitted with her personal body armour by Michelle Laundray. She was naked in her stateroom, with the various pieces of body armour laying on her bed, except for the one she currently was wrapping around her. It was bustier style and ran from her hips up and over her breasts, covering her entire torso except for the upper portion of her breasts and her shoulders, with a padded piece that went as far down as her Mons.

"This particular model is for wearing under strapless gowns or gowns that have very thin straps," Michelle told her and those in the room.

In the stateroom with her were Kim Oshiiru, her bodyguard, Lissette Blanche, her PA, Lynette Jardine, her dressing maid, Arlene Vautor, the ship's dress maker, Analisa Talbot, Raymond's bodyguard but in reality, the planetary security coordinator for when they were off the ship on other planets, Lynne Ducharme, Raymond's PA, Capt. Henadi Noor, captain of The Wanderer, Lt. Ululla Mbibo, Marine officer and, with Kim, one of the two principal unarmed combat instructors on board, and Raymond Clark, Liea's partner. All were involved in some way with helping her dress, working directly with her or Raymond, being part of her security detail, or in the case of Ululla, Henadi and Raymond, being fitted for their own armour shortly.

"This particular model has a high breast plate and should provide you with excellent protection considering what it has to hide beneath," Michelle told her.

The armour fit perfectly, but then it was made to measure for her. Liea did a couple of deep knee bends, full forward touch toes bend overs, and deep one-legged lunges with full torso twists at the end of the lunge. She looked up and caught Michelle licking her lips as she watched Liea go through her paces. Liea gave Raymond a significant look and a raised eyebrow, getting a knowing smile in return.

She slipped on one of her long dresses with thin shoulder straps. A small portion of the armour showed at her breasts, but Arlene told her she could modify it and the other dresses it might be worn with to ensure the armour would be hidden.

Next, she was fitted with a bustier style with 'deep' plunge in the front, though in reality, the plunge wasn't very deep at all. Her dressmaker noted and took some measurements, assuring Liea that she could make the appropriate modifications to those dresses that it would be worn beneath.

The third model was a more standard body armour style with shoulder straps, though they were much thinner than traditional straps, and the fourth model was a standard body armour style with wide shoulder straps, made to be worn under regular clothing.

The body armour was thin enough that she would not need new clothing sizes to wear it. Liea tried on different clothing, some loose, some tight, just to see how they would work over the armour.

All the armour was painted in flesh tones that mimicked her own skin tones. She was pleased with the results.

When she was satisfied, Michelle told Lynnette how the armour was to be cleaned. Lynnette took the armour and put them away. Each style had two armoured pieces so that Liea would never have to wait for her armour while it was being cleaned.

Still naked, Liea sprawled in her large lounger, watching as the rest were fitted.

Henadi was next. She stepped forward, slipped out of her deck boots, and unceremoniously unzipped her jumpsuit, stepping out of it to show that she was only wearing a thong. Though decidedly feminine, her body was rock hard and muscular, the exercise routines of Ululla Mbibo and Kim Oshiiru that she had been following now for most of a year, clearly showing on her frame.

Michelle showed her how to put on the armour. It was simple and could be closed with the use of one hand if necessary. Once she had it on, she was shown how to activate the device. There were two methods of activation, full on, and standby mode. Dr. Ohiraha Aruna had figured out a way of placing a sensor on the body armour that would react to any power weapon directed at the wearer and fully engage the shield within five one hundred thousands of a second of detecting the attack. More than enough time to protect the wearer from possible harm. This meant that the armour would not have to be constantly emitting power potentially setting off alarms wherever they went.

As with Liea, the fit was perfect. Henadi did some stretches in the armour to convince herself that she would have no restriction of movement while she was wearing it. As she took it off, she noted her name and the date on which the armour was made. The armour was rated for five years of continuous use, after which it would have to be re-assessed to determine if it would need to be replaced. The main reason for replacing it, would be changes to the body of the wearer. Especially women, who might get pregnant.

Henadi kept the final full body piece on and redressed, giving Michelle high praise as she left to return to her duties, Lynnette assuring her that she would bring her other armour pieces to her stateroom later.

Kim was next. Like Liea, she stripped naked and went through a series of callisthenics after donning the armour to ensure that she could fight in each type, Ululla watching her closely. When she was satisfied, her armour was lined up, ready for her to take to her stateroom later. Like Liea, she remained naked and curled up on the bed to watch the fun.

Ululla was next, her deep ebony skin standing out in marked contrast to the others in the room. Her armour too had been painted to match her flesh tones and once it was on, it was hard to tell she was wearing armour from more than ten paces. She was impressed and pleased that Liea and Raymond were going to fit all the Marines and many of the key members of the crew with the armour. She too remained naked and curled up on the bed behind Kim. They would not be needed again until just before shift change, when the oncoming crew came for their pre-shift workout.

Soon, all the ladies had been fitted. The only ones still in clothes were Michelle Laundray, Lynnette Jardine, Liea's dressing maid, Arlene Vautor, the dress maker, and of course Raymond.

Raymond began to take off his shirt, slowly and teasingly, much to the delight of the ladies in the room. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he slipped the shirt down off his shoulders and let it fall to his wrists. With a quick twist, he pulled the shirt from his pants and let it fall to the floor, his torso now exposed.

Ululla began to sing a rather spirited song from her home world, the beat was strong and slightly faster than Raymond was moving, but he could come in on every forth beat allowing him to keep his current pace of undressing. Deciding to get into the mood of the room, he began to move his hips in time to the music getting a cheer from the assembled women.

Raymond slipped his deck shoes off and undid the button on his pants. He slowly dragged the zipper down its run and slid his hands inside the open flaps. With a gentle push, his pants slipped from his hips and slid down past his knees. He stepped on the cuffs and pulled them from each leg, leaving him in only his silk boxers.

He teasingly turned his back to the assembled women and slid his hands into his briefs at the hips. With a quick movement, his boxers fell to the floor to a loud cheer from the women.

Michelle smiled and picked up the first of his armour pieces, moving towards Raymond. Raymond turned around and Michelle stopped dead in her tracks.

My God this man is built!

She thought to herself.

And more than well endowed.

Michelle looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights as she eyed the now naked and very erect Raymond. He was well formed, muscular but not in a bodybuilder type of way, however, each of his muscles was well defined. There did not appear to be any fat on his body, but it was the large appendage that bobbled between his legs that arrested her glance. She simply could not take her eyes away from it.

Raymond stepped forward and took his personal body armour from her hands, startling her and snapping the mood somewhat. He had watched all the others put their armour on, so had a good idea how to do it. He slipped it on and hooked it together with one hand, as if he had been doing it for years.

Michelle stepped up and ran her hand over his chest, arms, and back, where the armour exposed him, making sure that there were no issues in the fit. She then slid her hands downward to check out the fit at his hips, moving into the center and inevitably rubbing his erection with the back of her hand. She bit her lips as she looked up at Raymond and slid her hands around his back, just above his ass. She so desperately wanted to slide her hands down and grab his butt, but she stopped herself from doing that. However, in this position, his erection was pinned between them and pressed against her stomach.

"Coward!" Liea shouted, with a giggle. "We know you want to rub his ass, so go ahead. But if you do, you have to shed your own clothes, too."

Michelle pulled the clips apart and slipped the amour off Raymond. Lynnette came forward with the second model, and Michelle slipped it over Raymond's body, quickly fastening it and confirming a correct fit, only this time she did run her hands over his ass. She had not had a lot of male partners in her life, but those others did not measure up to the tautness of the ass in her hands now. Raymond only had the two types of personal armour, with a spare each. So his fitting was now completed.

"Well, you did grab my ass, so now that everything is done, we need to divest you of your clothes, too," Raymond stated, smiling. He swiftly unbuttoned her dress and slid it off, showing that she was also wearing the new body armour. Hers was the model with thin shoulder straps. Raymond unclipped the side of it and slid it off her form showing her only in a pare of bikini briefs.

He pulled her into his arms and gave her a long and generous kiss, as the other ladies moved in to strip her of her briefs and wrap the two of them in the center of a large, naked, group hug. It was a good thing that it was only late morning. It gave Kim and Ululla time to sexercise before they had to exercise...

NS Franz Muller, Pallanders Orbital Shipyard, Liramor Prime

The ship had been going through its paces achieving certification and getting ready for its inaugural mission as the primary presidential vessel of the Union Navy. Her official designation of Navy One could only be used while the president was on board. The ship was otherwise known as the Franz Muller, after the very first president of the historical Union of Planets.

The Muller had started life as a pocket battleship, a ship of similar size but different purpose to that of The Wanderer. She was originally built as an offensive weapon instead of a blockade ship. Because she was still a navy ship, she openly retained all of her weapons, though they had all been through modifications from Dr. Aruna's lab and were thus considerably more capable than the standard versions.

The Muller was fitted out internally in similar fashion to that of The Wanderer, from which it drew its inspiration, the internal and external colour scheme being distinctive to the Presidential Seal of the Terran Union. She had a larger crew (rooms for 600 with a crew of 494 including 80 media types), but also had the same level of automation as The Wanderer, though Pallanders had taken notes on the crew modification that The Wanderer had enacted after her first real battle.

The president had been waiting for the inaugural run of the Franz Muller, as he currently was using six Valour Class ships for the presidential transport. He was happy to be headed into Liramor Prime space to receive his new ship.

The six ships of the Presidential Transport Fleet, including the ship designated Navy One, winked into existence above the gravity well of Liramor Prime and moved down toward the designated parking orbit of the Franz Muller, not far from that of The Wanderer.

The Wanderer, Liramor Prime Parking Orbit, Liramor System

Noor was seated in the captain's chair on the bridge as she went through some of the items on the list that needed her attention as captain. She was determining who she would designate some of the items to in her stead when the Comms O startled her.

"Sir!! Navy One is requesting a berth!"

Noor took a moment to realize what the Comms O had stated.

"Sir, Science, there are six Valour Class vessels approaching from high orbit. We initially anticipated them going to the Muller, ma'am." The tactical display suddenly showed the vessels moving down from high orbit.

"Thank-you, Science, Tac O. Comms, open a channel, comms to me," she ordered.

"You have comms, sir," the Comms O replied shortly.

"Navy One, this is The Wanderer, Capt. Noor commanding. Can you repeat your request, with authentication, over?"