* A while ago the question of what if an alien is so cute, a straight guy can't help but still fall in love despite the alien being male came to me. And of course, the idea for a new story was born soon thereafter.
This is the result, my latest novel set in the science fiction Aoyu Universe as of this writing, and the first (and only) gay/bisexual romance themed story that I've written.
During the Earth-Silth conflicts, two commanders of opposing warships played a game of chicken at one of the outer known solar systems, the result being a head-on collision and two ships fused together at the bows. After the cease fire agreement plans were made to salvage what they could from the ships and Alain from Earth was sent as part of a two man crew to recover components from the Earth vessel while a team from the Silth would handle theirs.
Things turned out much different from the moment he launched from Earth.
For more on the Aoyu Universe, see the first two stories I wrote in it in my submissions; Abandoned with the Enemy, and Meeting the New Enemy.
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Prologue
Alain didn't know the exact reason he was asked to come into the division head's office, but whatever it was, he knew it couldn't be good, He'd had enough heated discussions with his manager lately to be sure about that. The only reason they hadn't sacked him yet was because he was a damned fine engineer who could handle jobs others got stuck at. It didn't really surprise him when it seemed he was the only one with old school knowledge of the systems on interstellar ships.
He stared at the models of famous or specialised ships in a glass case when the secretary looked up from behind her screens. 'Mister Reyns can see you now.' she said and gestured at the door.
"Here we go." he thought as he stood up. "Have a seat, it's come to our attention that blah-di-blah, we had a talk with blah and blah, and to our regret we had to decide to let you go since it seems our working environment is too restricting for you. We hope you will find a more satisfying position elsewhere." He grabbed the door handle and pushed it down. "Yeah, that'll be it. Good bye and good luck."
The older chap in grey suit behind a neat desk gestured at the chair in front. 'Glad you could come. Have a seat.' he said with a warm smile that raised Alain's suspicions.
Alain sat down while casually glancing at bits and pieces of various disassembled systems decorating the office. Alain knew Reyns had less knowledge of hydraulic valves and electric switches than his own late grandmother but it probably served the purpose of impressing guests, the higher ups, and the new guys who had no clue about him yet.
Reyns leaned forward on his elbows. 'It has come to our attention that you're the most resourceful engineer we have here.'
Alain kept a straight face while mentally rolling his eyes. "Knew it. At least he starts with the compliment."
'We had a talk with your manager and he thinks you're not getting the job satisfaction that suits someone with your capabilities.'
"Just say honestly and directly that you're kicking me out so we can get on with whatever we have to do next." Alain thought.
Reyns leaned a little back. 'Which is why we'd like you to carry out a special assignment that has been requested by the government.'
Alain's train of thought hit the brakes and sparks rained from the wheels. 'A what?'
Reyns stared directly at the man with his unfaltering smile. 'How does being in charge of disassembling a warship in space sound?'
The train derailed. "You're transferring me!?"
01 - Touchdown
Alain manoeuvred the crew pod that would be his home for the foreseeable future close to one of the service hatches on the top of the warship Walkurea. He double checked the surface below the pod through the video feed, and fired harpoons at the bottom of the pod into the hull. The pod jerked as it reeled itself in on the lines attached to the harpoons and settled with a hollow clunk resonating through the structure. On the piloting console he checked the tension on each cable and activated the artificial gravity floor of the pod.
He unbuckled and took a few steps to stretch his legs after the long weightless journey to the crash site of the Walkurea with the Silth warship Amaroth. He peeked through one of the windows towards the front of the ship where the two ships had collided. The force of the impact had fused the two ships together through melted parts of the structure and they were virtually inseparable since.
Movement on the hull of the Amaroth told him the Silth were settling in on their warship. Two suits moved around their crew pod in what he expected their first inspection of their connection to the ship. After the Silth and Earth agreed on a tentative ceasefire the negotiations began on what to do with the combined wreckage. Both parties showed their distrust by accusing each other of spying if one or the other began recovery unless they were present. Neither wanted to have the other side use a large crew where one member could slip away unnoticed and sneak aboard the other's vessel, or attempt an attack on the other crew and take over the whole wreckage. Keeping an eye on everything by placing other warships close to it was undesired by the politicians as it could cause more tension and create a chance of escalating things at the slightest accident. In the end it was agreed to send a two man crew each with strict orders forbidding boarding the other warship while recovering requested parts from the ships. Sensors would set off an alert to both parties if that happened.
"And now I'm here on my own to do the job." Alain thought as he retrieved his suit to inspect his landing site.
Outside, he attached the two life lines from his suit to the safety rungs of the hull. These long rungs ran in every direction to prevent personnel drifting away from the ship while they were doing maintenance or any other task requiring them to be outside. Although the military officially forbade it, crews engaged in competitions now and then to see who could traverse a course laid out on the hull the fastest. The ones with the biggest death wish and need for attention did it without using the safety lines. The ones who were recovered after drifting away from the hull were transferred permanently to a planet based and extremely boring environment.
Alain gazed along the shaded long hull of the Walkurea from the aft section and the bulky structures used to house the various fighters and transport shuttles to the wrecked bow, and along the angled long hull of the Amaroth with similar structures housing their fighters and the launch and landing bays. The smaller structures were rows of missile launchers, gauss guns, and laser turrets. "So much destructive force." he thought and looked out at the stars and the one visible orange-red planet in a wider orbit in the solar system. "So much empty space, yet still two stubborn mules of captains had to cross paths here and compete in the size of their balls in a game of chicken behind the wheel of fucktons of metal." He sighed. "Different species, same stupidities."
He went around his pod and pulled on each anchor cable to feel the tension and examined the penetration of each harpoon. The hull didn't show signs of imminent rupture at each impact point and he continued on to the service hatch a little further away. The numeric access panel was lit, which told him there was at least partial power in this section. When the surviving crew left the warship almost everything was powered down to prevent fires or worse because the infrastructure received a system wide surge at the impact and blew up various components.
He typed in the access code he had to learn by heart and which provided access to all parts of the ship. That root code provided even access to systems and sections that even the captain's code wouldn't and Alain imagined working on the ship and smirking internally every time the officers came by and pretended they had more control than the lowly engineer keeping the ship running. "Who's really in control?" he thought when the panel lit up green and he pulled open the hatch. Emergency light strips lit up the ladder going down. 'Welcome aboard.' he said to himself and descended into the airlock.
More emergency lights switched on in the corridor below and gave him a dim view of his surroundings. It reminded him of scenes of sunken submarines, only without creatures of the sea swimming around and crawling in and out of various drowned sailor's orifices. He found a terminal console nearby, opened it, activated the local power circuit, and activated the gravity floor with the override button when the circuit lit up green.
He held on to the console while his body was drawn slowly to the floor and let go when his weight rested securely on his feet. A test run of all systems returned a positive result and he activated the environmental control, then took off his helmet when that lit up green. He took a deep breath of the cold filtered air and was glad ships like these carried a greenery to filter the smell of humans from the air, and planned to see if he could hook up the pod's filtration system to the ship and get rid of his own smell building up in the pod.
A cursory exploration of the section revealed it was a standard mixed section containing crew quarters, local mess hall, storage of goods and weapons, and independent support infrastructure. Medium and larger ships had been sectioned into independent parts for redundancy and survival in case of incidents, and in cases of military vessels, battles. The fighting between humans and Silth had proved the efficiency of the design.
The weapon storage had been cleared of weapons and ammunition during the disembarking of the crew and Alain was a little disappointed when he looked at the empty racks. He'd been assigned a pistol as an emergency weapon if the Silth did decide to compromise the Walkurea, or worse, targeted him, but if it did end up like that he liked to have something a bit more intimidating to wave around, even if he had no intention to actually use it. The little disappointment at that left quickly when he took a peek inside the mess hall stores and the amount of food left there. The status report he'd been given on the ship stated the cargo sections had been mostly emptied and thus of the main food supply as well, but it looked like they hadn't bothered to empty the well stocked section storages. He took out an oblong container from one of the compartments labelled ravioli and smiled a little. He wouldn't have to worry about food in the first place because his pod was stocked up for two people and the probes sent to retrieve the recovered parts would deliver supplies as well, but if a probe failed or arrived empty it wouldn't matter. Especially when he noticed the drinks cabinets and the amount of alcohol in it. Top brass had found out quickly that morale went down into the dumps if the military crew was forbidden to drink during their stay in space while civilian crews could, and had allowed a limited amount of alcohol to be used on journeys. Now he wouldn't have to worry about food or getting wasted if he desired to.
He returned to the pod with a real book he spotted in the corner of one of the crew quarters. Items like that were rare in space and it happened to be one he hadn't read from one horror writer he knew. He could end the day after writing the initial report with a good meal and a good book, and accompanied by a stiff drink.
***
Alain woke up and stretched as far as he was able to in the cramped space he slept in. He contemplated moving to one of the crew quarters but with the state the ship was in he didn't want to risk something going wrong while he slept and at worst locking him inside without access to food or water, or at best killing him quickly through asphyxiation.
