Drews Trouble With Cats And Roaches Pt 03

To all,

Due to the interest in Parts 1and 2, I have continued this series. There is also a companion piece that was the first story that I submitted to Literotica. Completely trashed by the Editing staff, rightfully so. It's re-written to blend with this series and intermesh with this storyline. Again, this is still just your basic space story with some sex thrown in to make it real for me.

Any aliens, real or imagined in this story are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind. My attempts to enter a realm (writing), that has always eluded me, have been exciting. I hope you enjoy my continued tale of Drew Jr.

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Part Three of Drew's Troubles with Roaches and Cats.

Over the emergency system a second message from Terran space rang out, "Mayday, Mayday, Confirmed, we have Roaches in-system, they have control of two Elder destroyers. Mayday, Mayday". The mayday was repeating, when suddenly the broadcast was cut short. The silence was deafening.

The younglings were waiting for the pickup and they could feel the fear of their elders. They boarded in a hurry and before the hatch was closed, Tiffany had taken the shuttle to 1000 feet and was streaking towards the shuttles.

The shuttles were loaded and prepped and just waiting for the last of the Pride. "You two get off the ship and get the shuttles to our home ship and get out of system. I'll catch up later." He paused while Eddie headed to the hatch. "That means you too missy. It's an order from your Lord," waiting for Tiffany to move. What he got was a now understood aggravated flick of her ear causing the tinkle of 6 jewels on her circlet.

"I'm staying, I am a warrior now, plus a much better pilot than you are," it was said without arrogance, just honesty.

Eddie had stopped at the hatch and Drew noticed. "Get to the shuttle Eddie and lead the Pride to a safe node, Now!"

Eddie bowed and said, "Yes my Lord... and friend, I hope to see you later." And he ducked out the hatch and was gone.

Drew paused to look at Tiffany and see what she had become. She had evolved from the arrogant, self-important Queen to a warrior bereft of her formal ego. He made a quick but surprisingly easy choice.

"Before we take off, let us understand each other. I am taking this Corvette to find my father and go to war, probably not to return. You have earned your honor back. You do not need this to prove anything to anyone." Drew paused and looked at the profile of Tiffany.

Tiffany spun in her chair and rose in her old imperious way. She was tall for a Cat female and had a good 12 cm on Drew. She moved so they were nose to nose. "Good, let us understand each other. I was a Queen, A QUEEN! Hated by all around me. I was thrown aside by my Pride because of my vanity and my own stupidity. You gave me my life back. You gave me, ME! Mercy, when of all people, you should have cut my throat. This past time has been the most fulfilling of my life. I have 6, count 6 kittens by you." She paused and rattled her ear to make the point.

"I will follow you anywhere if you will allow me. Please order me to stay." She ended in tears with a softer voice.

Drew looked into her eyes, turned into his chair and ordered. "Take your seat and forward tactical to the command chair."

"Yes, my Lord," she relied with a smile, "And since we are understanding each other, you are the best fuck I have ever had, and want a second opportunity."

The armored Corvette raced into the indigo sky.

Silence fell over the small bridge.

***

As they cleared earth's atmosphere, Drew gave direction to Tiffany, "Hail my Dad's ship and see if he will respond."

"I took the liberty and have a repeating message in sequence broadcast. So far, no response," Tiffany responded.

"I hope they survived the G-forces from that last maneuver around the moon. I am not sure even our compensators could handle that tight of a slingshot move."

There continued to be silence on the bridge until there was a signal for an incoming message.

"Drew, Is that you?"

"Dad what the hell are you up to? My navigator plotted your trajectory, and I assume you swung around the moon at high V to ram the fucking Roach mother ship?" there was a pause in transmission, "Is that what you are up to?"

"Well, yes, it is. Just using the tools that I had on hand my son. Just like I taught you." Drew Sr. paused, "I am sorry I didn't have the ability to meet your new family, but this is literally, my chance to save the world."

"I understand Dad. Like I told you, my life has taken some odd turns. But there is always the greater good and I am honored to be your son. I love you Dad and I just want you to know I'll be flying your 6 trying to keep them off your tail as long as I can."

"Drew, get out and run for it. If this doesn't work, you will be sitting the middle of the Roach horde, you'll never make it out." cautioned Drew Sr.

"Dad, I have been killing Roaches longer than you have. We modified my little corvette with Bug weapons. We will be a nasty surprise for all that survive you. I'll keep our channel open in case we need to talk. Tell your tactical not to shoot at me please." Drew Sr. looked at Kay.

"Not shoot him, that be stupid, no shoot mates' son." Kay responded and shrugged through the pain. Drew Sr. just smiled.

"See you on the other side my son."

"The other side Dad, Love you."

On the other ship the navigator turned to her Lord Captain and asked a question, "The other side of what, Lord?"

"Heaven," Drew replied sadly.

Silence again took over the bridge

***

Drew was again studying the star maps and ship positions.

"Lord, may I ask another question regarding your strategic conversation with your father?"

"Sure'" Drew stated with a deep sigh and paused for a moment, "yes pilot, ask away"

Tiffany slowly questioned, "I do not want to seem ignorant, but I cannot find reference to the 'Cover your 6' reference. Can you please define?"

"Tiffany, for the remainder of our little voyage, let's keep ourselves a bit less formal. I like the 'Lord' bit and I'll call you 'Tiff' for short, OK?"

"Anything you want my Lord."

"As for the historical reference, in the early days of flight on earth, an analog time piece that pilots had with them, had hands that revolved around a center point. That became analogous to '12 o'clock' being the front and 6 o'clock being the rear of the aircraft." Drew paused again to let that sink in.

"So, I was telling Dad that I would protect his back, or ass depending on how he wanted to take it. But, with his velocity, we will never catch up, so we are going after that first wave of Roach bombers now taking position near Terra. We should then, be the target for the next wave of Roach ships. That should pull interest away from a broken-down old ship that looks like the derelict it is."

Drew paused to watch the pirate derelict streak away from Terra and them, "Go get them Dad." He said to no one.

"Tiff, come about and plot intercept course to earth and that first wave of roach ships." Drew looked again and amended his order, "Lets follow a play from Dad's book of tricks. Let's accelerate around the earth and build up our velocity. Then we flash past them and rake the roach formation. They are nothing if not predictable, and they are in a crescent line again, just like at our last land battle. Let's go kill some Bugs." Drew forwarded a proposed trajectory to Tiffany's console.

"Tiff, it's going to get really interesting, real fast. But I am glad you are here. I am glad we are here together."

"My lord, I would not want to be anywhere else. Let us die with honor, and how do you say, 'with a splash?"

Drew just started to laugh at her dark humor and could not stop until tears poured across his cheeks.

***

As they fought the tedium between the action, there was monetary quiet on the bridge.

"Well Tiff, if by some miracle we do survive this stupid idea of mine, are you ready to have another 6 kittens?"

There was a female chuff of amusement and a flick of her earring, creating a tinkle of 6 jewels.

Drew was happy he had created that new adornment of honor. The females had been dubious about things in their ears, until Meme showed up on the bridge and flicked her ear once.

Thing Two had jumped him in the shower, out of sequence, and became immediately pregnant with her second brood. He then had to bed and impregnate Thing One to bring peace to the bridge. Luckily their cub count was equal, or he would have had to step into referee. But they loved to let everyone know they each had two circlets and were downright obnoxious about it.

It made Drew smile to know that he had created a hopeful positive impact on the Pride and leared to love it like his true family. He could never be the final leader, but he knew he had their love and honor, no matter how alien he was.

***

Drew forced Tiffany to take the little corvette into the upper atmosphere of earth and 'skip' off the thermosphere to accelerate their base velocity. She had argued against the maneuver most vehemently but followed his order to the letter. They skipped across the atmosphere looking like a dead ship heading to burn up.

The bugs bombing earth never saw them coming. Like Drew's luck in his one big land battle, he swept the field of the enemy. The little heavily armored craft was such a surprise, they had no need for the planted-on bug weapons. There seem to be confusion by the roaches that they were being attacked, but also attacked by an older enemy, the Cats. Their ships either could not fire or were waiting on orders, as they died in a row, one after another.

Drew had hoped that their command and control was guided from the hive ship and their introduction into the battle would create confusion.

Regretfully the second wave that was inbound, watched and saw his first fight. There would be no surprise and no easy win. So, Drew changed his tactics mid-thought. He again followed his Dad' play book.

He directed Tiffany to swing behind earth and plot a sling shot around the moon. He hoped that with the linear thinking of the Roaches it would look like he was running. They would track him, so when the little corvette attacked it would not be a surprise, and it would be more of a 'slug it out battle'. But like his Dad said, 'use what tools you have and make the best out of what you've got'.

Drew's new plan was much more direct. By gaining velocity during the sling shot, the moon orbit would place them on the 'high ground' as the Roaches continued their path to destroy earth.

***

They approached the moon at a very low orbit and they both could feel the vibration of the little ship as the small mass of the ship fought the vector forces from the moon's mass. The Moon wanted to pull them down and crush them on the rough lunar regolith. They just had to stay aloft enough not to scuff the paint.

During the first true feel of the forces, the auto pilot was engaged. Not a true AI, but enough to deal with the minute navigational changes that would need to be made. Drew shifted his chair to the more horizontal position to help deal with the changes on gravitational forces.

He was immediately accosted by a naked, very feminine Cat by the name of Tiff. She slid into the added space of the command chair. Luckily it had been designed for a full-sized male Cat in battle armor so Drew and her fit. She immediately began shredding his jump suit.

"You owe me another good fuck," she purred in his ear.

"Is that so navigator?" he said with his own laugh. He knew they had over an hour until they would have to be more serious. She pulled open the shredded cloth and found his very erect cock. She bent down and inhaled his scent. She reached out her long rough tongue and licked him from below his balls to the tip of his cock. She enjoyed how he jumped when she licked his sensitive head with her roughness.

She could taste all of him at that moment and she almost came at the thought of having him as her own. She did not need to share, at least for this moment, he was all hers to own and love, just hers. Thoughts like that had been banished from her mind as she regained her honor with the Pride. But for this one short moment she could be as selfish as she wanted. She was going to die with him, their souls, melding in the afterlife with the souls of the other pride members. But for this moment, this alien she had grown to honor and love, was all hers.

They made soft love, not hurried, she was surprised when he pulled her on top to ride him. She had always been taken by males and mounted roughly from behind, and their first time was no different. But this was different, it was two souls touching, pleasure shared and the melding of the minds in the act. It was something she had never experienced. And she really liked it.

Tiffany rode him and rode him until she heard and felt him release deep inside her. His groan was pure music to her ears. As the groan peaked, she could feel each jet of love as it cascaded into her.

She collapsed onto her lord and whispered in his ear, "We must get ready Lord, it's almost time to fight."

He just groaned in return but shook his head in affirmation.

He finally spoke, "Get suited up in our armored EV suits. I want us still fighting if we get holed."

"Yes, my Lord," Tiffany responded. As she lifted off him, he pulled her back down to him and kissed her. She was still not used to this much intimacy, even between lovers.

He looked into her golden eyes and locked onto her inner speak and whispered, "I am glad you are here with me in the end. I would not want anyone else but you, my Tiff."

As she looked in his eyes and felt deeper into his mind, she knew what he said was pure, honest, truth. She vaulted off his command couch with tears streaming and started the process to suit up in the bulky EV suit.

***

The little corvette streaked so close to the moon that Drew could swear if he opened a hatch, he could grab some soil. Their delta velocity changed dramatically, and Drew knew if they somehow survived the day, it was going to take a lot of energy to slow them down.

"Battle Stations," Drew stated formally. He hit the button on his console and the electro-gravantic shields went up around the ship.

"This is the Corvette Enterprise. We are joining battle with the Pirate Destroyer Derelict. We are a combined crew of Cat and human. We join the battle to save earth from the approaching Roach horde. We are friendly to all human, Cat and Hegemony ships. If there are any warbirds still on earth, come join us in this final battle to save the planet." Drew paused.

"This is Captain Drew Scott of earth wishing you the best of luck. And please pray for crew of the Derelict going into battle with the Roach Hive ship," Drew exhaled and closed the transmission.

"Tiff, please broadcast that message in all main Terran dialects and put it on a loop."

"Already in process my Lord."

Drew sat back and looked at the 3d holo-diagram floating in front of him.

"Why did you name this ship the 'Enterprise' my lord?"

"It's a name that has great significance in the province I grew up in. The name harkens back to the days when warships floated on water and were powered by the wind. Plus, it was the name of some of our first spaceships and one that was fictional but allowed us to dream."

They both finished the last of the suit-up procedures and fastened their helmets to protect them from future vacuum. Drew walked over and leaned in to place them face mask to facemask. Golden eyes looked into golden eyes.

"Tiff, its time. Let's go kill as many as we can. We have three roach ships approaching our exit vector in a V pattern. I do not want to do any evasive maneuvers. I want to dive right in the middle with our full velocity and release missiles when we are on top of them. I do not want to use the Roach Tech unless we must. It needs to be a surprise to the rest of the formation."

"Yes, my lord," Tiffany responded with seemingly little emotion.

They took their battle positions and strapped in.

***

There was no surprise.

There was no stealth.

There was only violence.

The ship lurched in space as the roach missiles smashed against the shields and the little ship fought to keep its vector direction. Bug lights from the Roach ships washed their shields with green energy, but their velocity trick had worked. The team of two in their little ship were through the center of the Roach ship V formation before too much damage was done.

The little corvette had left destruction in its wake though. They had dropped inactive missiles like depth charges in their wake. As soon as they cleared away from all the energy being thrown at them, the missiles became active and were too close for the enemy ships to act or avoid.

"Scratch three additional Roach ships, Tiff," Drew said with a touch of pleasure.

"Scratch,' my Lord?" Tiff queried.

"Hum, not sure of the lineage of that saying, but generally it means 'removed from play,' or as close as I can describe it." Drew responded shrugging under the bulky EV suit.

"Damage report please." Drew requested.

"We have two buckled gravantic generator plates. We can use the others to project and protect those areas, but that puts us down to 82 percent in the forward shields. All tactical armaments are operational," responded Tiffany.

"Tiff, we have 15 minutes until we reach the Roach bomber line. If there are any thing you must do to ready yourself, please do. I really doubt we will be coming out of this with our fur intact."

Tiff spun in her chair that is in front of the command chair. She fell to her knees in front of Drew and grabbed his hand. She bowed her head and placed his hand where her forehead should be.

Drew was stunned at her position of supplication.

"Lord, I am honored to serve and die with you. My life has had real purpose in the short time you have led the Pride. I have learned to honor you, an alien...I have learned to love you in the time since your arrival. I am so honored to be here to serve you and the Pride until my last breath."

Drew grabbed her helmet and pulled her into an improvised hug. Both were crying and breathing erratically. The medical console started to flash red until Drew slapped enough buttons.

He whispered through the comm," I have come to honor, cherish and love you too Tiff. The changes you have made and what you have become within the Pride has been beyond anything I could ever have dreamed. It is an honor to die beside a warrior like you."

Both straightened up and touched face plates and stared into each other's eyes.

"Tiff, Lets go protect our new home and get this done." Pause, "Buckle in."

"Yes Lord," Tiffany responded.

"Tiff, you are my Queen. Let's make our death worthy of the stories they tell of the ancients." Drew paused and exhaled. "Shields up. Missile control to you Tiff, cannon and bug light controls to my counsel."

"Done and done my lord," responded Tiff. She paused and then said, "On the other side my Lord."

"On the other side my Queen."

***

"Shields down to 35% on the front four plates. Only 20 missiles left lord, power supply down to 25%. 30 enemy ships destroyed or inactive and another 32 engaged."

"No shit engaged," Drew commented as the little corvette rocked again as a barrage of Roach missiles slammed into the side.

"Why are they holding back out of our missile and bug light range?" Drew asked out loud.

Tiff went stiff in front of him and then whispered, "Oh, to the gods"

Around the corona of earth emerged a ship much larger than theirs. It was huge in comparison to the roach bombers and the small Corvette.

"Shit, shit, shit, it's a Roach Dreadnaught," Drew screamed to no one.