AN: This story will involve incest, impregnation, slavery, non-consent, transformations, futanari.
This story is set in the world of The School and Prey.
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The Veridea Nebula spanned a great swathe of the currently known space, the green and acidic cloud forming a crescent border with the space beyond remaining unknown despite many attempts to change that.
Michael Rusan, an earth-born spacer and mercenary, stared out the viewport of his personal ship and at the visibly roiling nebula just a parsec away. The nebula was so large that it filled up the entirety of the relatively large window on the side of the ship and it somehow casted an unearthly verdant light.
His attention was taken by the soft ping of his wrist-mounted commlink.
"What is it, Gail?" He asked in his deep baritone. The voice on the other end was a lot higher and girly.
"We're getting some readings, cap'n. Can't say sure what, though. I've sent for First Mate Hayla." Said Gail, the resident femboy of the Void Springer. Michael had both him years ago and has somehow managed to turn the cock-hungry slut into a proper spacer in his own right.
Although Gail is still a frequent bedmate of Michael's.
"I'll be right there." He zipped up his plated bodysuit, put his classic magnum in its holster and stepped out into the hallway towards the bridge. Finally, they've got some readings after sitting on their asses for almost a week. The Veridea zone is almost dead when it comes to activity with science vessels sometimes coming in to gather more samples of the acidic space storm.
He spotted Hayla strutting towards him in her own plated bodysuit, plasma pistol ready and riding on her hip, and the female Asir gave him a nod. He waited for her to reach him before heading to the bridge together.
"Gail says he's got something. Hopefully it isn't more discharge that blasted nebula keeps spewing out." Hayla grumbled as they walked. Hayla was a young Asir, being only twenty-two, and has been serving on the Void Springer for two. She was the one-fifth of the crew and Michael was quite pleased with her fearlessness and professionality.
"I think Gail learned how those look like on the sensors." Michael reassured, giving her a small smirk. He still couldn't believe that the meek and hopeful asir he found on one of his visits to an asir hermaphrodite could turn out to be a gem in the rough. "Ticho still sleeping?"
Ticho was the ship's technician, a grumpy and single-minded Rezer who once maintained a hive ship. Michael had found him in a odd machine shop wasting away and fixing people's washing machines.
Hayla nodded and glanced down the hallway. "I'm not gonna be the one waking him up."
"I'll send Selena, then." Michael said with a chuckle. He wasn't willing to do that either. Good thing he's got an android that can do that for him.
The bridge of the Void Springer was a sloped affair with four consoles in a row before a large glass vieport that stared out into more of the nebula, the whole place aglow with green.
Gail sat in front of the sensor console, looking rather excited as he wasn't sitting still in the large pilot seat. Michael stood on one side to lean over the screen while Hayla did on the other. The femboy was clad in his own skin-tight bodysuit that hugged his curves just right and a beanie that failed to hide the neon-pink hair.
"What do we have, Gail?" Michael asked, staring at the screen. It most certainly wasn't just a discharge as the screen depicted not just the familiar cloud of acidic detritus that the nebula spat out but also a deliberately-shaped object inside of it.
"I don't know exactly, cap'n, but I think it's a ship." The femboy answered, looking at the screen as well.
"But that's impossible," began Halya, her keratinous eyebrows furrowing in skepticism. "Nothing can withstand that acid."
"It's gotta be something." Michael murmured, watching the cloud on the screen slowly but surely expand while the object in the middle remained stationary. "It could be an asteroid. Won't know for sure until we get a closer look."
Hayla seemed apprehensive, her arms crossed underneath her petite breasts, before sighing and getting into her seat at the weapon's console. Michael sat at the pilot chair and pinged Selena to wake up Ticho and come to the bridge.
Selena arrived with a scratch on her otherwise perfect face, her expression one of annoyance. "Just because I can repair myself doesn't mean I should be the one always waking him up."
"I most certainly can't have Gail waking him up. Can't let him scar our pretty femboy, now can we?" Michael could feel the android's glare on the back of his head before she took her seat at the comms console. "Give me the cords, Gail."
"Aye aye, captain."
It was a simple affair to do so and Void Springer thrummed as its squeeze drive spooled up. In mere moments they felt the familiar and almost overbearing pressure bear down upon them as the ship and everything in it was squeezed into an infinitesimal point in space and propelled at FTL speeds.
Micheal's ears popped and vision returned as everything expanded to normal size, the strange green glow of the nebula even stronger as they reached the very edge of it. In front of them was the crackling cloud of discharge and what looked to be a ship in the shape of a V with pylons on either side of the body bearing large cylinders that looked like engines.
Hayla gasped in surprise as the ship's hull was scarred and steadily fizzling into space as the acid of the nebula continued to eat away at it. "It's an actual ship!"
"Gail, give me a lifeform reading. Maybe there are survivors." Michael ordered immediately while steering the ship closer. The light of the nebula cast everything in a neon green so they didn't need their own lights turned on to inspect the ship.
It was smaller than the Void Springer which meant it could carry three people at most, but the design and make were like nothing he'd seen before. The ship was covered in artistic and deep grooves where it wasn't melted into sizzling debris and the coating a bronze hue. One of the pylons looked on the verge of snapping off from the damage.
Gail quickly tapped away at the console to bring the ship's sensors to bear upon it. "I'm reading three lifeforms, sir. In the port-side tail"
"Power?" Hayla asked as she brought out a magnified screen onto the viewport. The ship looked dead.
"I'm reading power only in the port-side tail. Never seen this kind of ship so can't make sense what systems are on and off on it, though."
"Let's hope their life support is still kicking. Selena, give me a broadband channel. Maybe they'll answer us." Michael steered the ship closer until they were side by side while Gail scanned the outer hull.
"You're on comms, sir."
"This is Captain Rusan of the ship Void Springer. Do you copy?" As he talked, Gail sent to his console the stranded ship's model and saw what looked to be an the outer access hatch for the ship. It looked, for all intents and purposes, a scouting ship. But what would it be doing here in a cloud of discharge?
No answer came. He repeated but still nothing. "Are the lifeforms moving, Gail?"
Gail shook his head. "They're still in the aft section."
"Maybe they're unconscious." Selena suggested.
Micheal found himself in an unenviable position. A stranded ship of unknown design that seems to have come from within the nebula has landed in his lap with three living things on board. He can stage a rescue operation but at the risk of his crew and ship. What if those lifeforms weren't intelligent and some kind of dangerous life that made its home inside the acid cloud and had attacked the ship?
As he thought about it, the damaged pylon snapped off and started floating away.
"I don't think we have much time before the entire hull is breached." The First Mate said.
"And our own hull is getting nibbled, cap'n." Gail added.
"Ah fuck it. Me and Selena will go in. Gail, Hayla, keep an eye out for anything fishy while we're out there." He then steered the ship to have its belly pointed towards the access hatch of the ship, clicking the commlink afterwards.
"Ticho, extend the access corridor." He got the rezer's clicking sound as an affirmative.
Soon Micheal was in his EVA suit while Selana, as an android, opted for a bulkier bodysuit, facemask to allow communication and magboots. Ticho stood on the other side of the airlock, the ant-like bipedal alien lifting his three fingers to count down the depressurization.
Micheal could feel the suction tug at him for a bit as air rushed out into the access corridor that had been extended and sealed around the derelict's access hatch. The damage was considerable on the sturdy door.
He could tell the metal had been fashioned almost like water as it seemed to flow from the tip of the V to the tails. The acid had scored deep gouges in some places while melting together on others. They'll have to cut their way in.
It took Michael almost ten minutes to cut off the whole section as the hull even resisted the high-intensity plasma torch he'd been applying. This was some new tech for sure. The door finally detached and began to float away and revealed a dimly-lit and airless interior.
