Food For Thought Ch 008

Elinor had pulled up a display of the city and gestured to the large building amongst a few slightly lower ones. Eight floors above ground, the administration building was still the tallest in the city; only a handful of others around it came close.

"There was a lot of activity around the building a few days ago. I'm not sure what kind of numbers you'll be looking at, but if most of the city has become infected, it's expected to be high. The big issue is getting you there." Elinor said.

"Couldn't we wait till the ship is airborne?" Lilith asked.

"It would make getting there much easier, but flying this ship low enough to drop you off will attract a lot of attention if they are drawn to noise. The grav drive would be like a beacon." Lieutenant Kilder said, being surprisingly helpful. He was still pouting over being scolded by Logan and the Captain a few minutes earlier.

"Even if we fly there, then move off, there's no telling how many might still be drawn to the building," Elinor added, "We suspect it's what gave our first team more difficulty."

"How would you feel about using ship weapons if push came to shove?" Logan asked firmly.

"That's a great question!" Emily stated enthusiastically.

Taking a deep breath, Elinor considered the question momentarily. She looked at Logan briefly before responding, "I would be hesitant; while the missiles are accurate, the collateral damage would be high. I'd rather avoid damaging the city and harming anyone left alive. If it came down to it... I'd fire."

Logan nodded at her response, "I don't like it, but I think getting there on foot, quietly, is our best option. Though I'd prefer if the ship were airborne before we left, it would be a good safety net if the ship could come to us in an emergency."

"Agreed." Said Elinor, "We should be able to lift off in twelve hours, you said?"

"Probably more like 17 or 18 hours. Chief Naher is getting some needed sleep. There's still the critical electrical issue on deck 6, but the engineer I put on it said they'd have it sorted out in under 10 hours." Logan said, reaching for the data tablet to double-check.

"I think we should do this during the day. Or preferably the morning; operating at night only puts us at a disadvantage, even with light enhancement." Emily stated.

"I agree with that; the infected rely mainly on hearing. Darkness won't do us much good." What Logan didn't say, though, was that he wanted to try to use his night vision.

"Given the time frame to finish repairs, we should be ready to go the day after tomorrow. The engineers should have enough time to get us airborne and set for a morning lift-off after your departure." Elinor said.

Logan and Emily nodded in agreement.

"Sergeant Burbek, you have an armory report for us?" Elinor asked, looking at Emily.

Emily visibility straightened when the Captain called her by rank; It looked like a reflex.

"Yes, Ma'am. There's some equipment left, not that there was much to begin with, going by the logs. Out of twelve sets of mark III armor, only four are left. All are in working order. There are two sets of mark II armor, one of which has a minor issue with the right leg actuator." She paused as she scrolled through her notes, "As for munitions, there's ten heavy rifles, three carbines, eight sidearms, a dozen grenades, two boxes of demolition charges, and enough ammunition to last a lifetime."

"Is a lifetime a unit of measurement?" Kilder asked.

"There are thousands of rounds of ammunition... Sir. If you would like to count every round by hand, please be my guest. The one thing this ship is not lacking is ammunition." Emily said politely with plenty of disrespect.

"Sergeant, I would advise you to watch your tone." Captain Norn said sternly.

"Yes, Ma'am," Emily responded. She adjusted herself.

The chain of command sucked sometimes. Logan had to deal with a few shitty officers in his time. The best you could do was smile while they shoveled shit at you.

"What's the state of the ship's ammunition?" Logan inquired.

"That was next on my list, Sir. I'm fairly certain the logs are accurate, but I'll double-check," Emily said respectfully and deliberately.

"Good, so we have supplies. The next question is, what's the best way to get from here to the administration building?" Logan looked back at the map that was being displayed.

The city grid made getting to the administration building easy enough. The challenge would be the number of infected on the wider streets. They had already seen two large groups blocking roads.

Winding their way through buildings, alleys, and side streets would waste time. Getting cornered by a horde in a small side street would also be a problem.

"Here," Emily moved forward and began to trace a general path from the ship to where they needed to go. Two streets over, a main avenue ran right to the administration building. From there, they could go straight or weave around as needed.

"Simple, I like it," Logan commented.

"We probably won't be able to stay on the avenue the whole time, but it should make it easier for us. I know there is a roadblock at this intersection here," Emily pointed to a section of the map only a few streets away from their target.

"Are there any other ways into the building?" Lilith chimed in.

Elinor tapped a few buttons on her console, and the map shifted to a display of the administration building.

"The main entrance is on the north side; other than that, there are three underground entrances connected to maintenance tunnels. They could be viable depending on conditions surrounding the building." Elinor said.

"How did the Marines get into the building?" Lilith asked curiously.

"From the roof, with a great degree of skill. Exiting from a hovering destroyer isn't easy. We don't have a small craft for insertions. This ship was never meant to deploy people in such a manner." Elinor said matter-of-factly.

"I should be able to get us into the underground entrances," Emily looked a bit hesitant.

"Should?" Logan inquired, turning to look directly at her.

"I've never used them, but my access has typically gotten me most places," Emily stated while meeting his gaze.

"I guess we will find out. Where is the reactor located?" Logan asked, looking back at the map.

Giving him a curious glance, Elinor focused the map on an underground section labeled B6.

"Six floors underground," Emily observed.

Elior gave Logan a curious look, "Why the interest?"

Logan explained the power fluctuations they had been seeing; if they had an opportunity, he would check the reactor out to see if something was wrong. Elinor was hesitant to deviate from the mission but agreed that it was a good idea if there was time.

"The last thing we need to talk about is communication. Over very short distances, our communicators have been working; however, with any significant distance, it's impossible to reach anyone." Elinor said before continuing, "If you find our lost Marines, one of them should have a portable communications system to help boost the signal. I believe we only had one onboard and sent it with them."

Emily nodded in agreement, "I saw that one should have been in inventory."

"It's not perfect. There was a lot of interference, but some communication is better than none." Elinor said with hesitation.

"But we will be starting out with none," Logan stated.

Elinor could only nod, "We have the start of a plan. I've compiled a list of the Marines that were initially inserted, as well as their mission brief and logs. It's not a lot, but hopefully it will help."

"I'll make sure to go over them. I will check back in tomorrow once I have a more accurate estimate of when we can be in the air." Logan said.

"We will have one more meeting to finalize everything. Dismissed." Elinor gave them a curt nod.

She didn't look good at all. Logan thought Elinor didn't have long; she was pushing herself hard. It showed.

Emily stood at attention before turning and leaving the room; Lilith followed behind her.

"Can I have a moment, Captain?" Kildor asked quietly.

Captain Norn nodded at him.

Logan gave him a curious look before joining Lilith and Emily in the small hallway.

"I think it's time for some food!" Emily exclaimed.

Logan's stomach gave a slight rumble in agreement, and the three got into the elevator and headed to deck 5.

The food was alright, not as good as what Vance had thrown together. That man could cook. Logan wondered how they were doing. He vaguely listened to Lilith and Emily chat; his mind was lost in the day's activities.

Many of the crew seemed indifferent to his presence, which was understandable. They lost friends and their executive officer; those wounds were still fresh. Now, here he was, suddenly put in charge of them.

Giving orders wasn't something Logan was used to doing; at most, he had only had one or two subordinates. His group acted more like co-workers rather than subordinates and superiors.

The crew followed his instructions as the Captain had told them to; Logan didn't begrudge their attitudes at all. Lieutenant Kilder was another story. 'Lieutenant Junior Grade Samson Kilder' read his personnel file.

Logan thumbed through the file; he was lucky ships carried copies of the crews' personnel files rather than relying on the data net.

Kilder's file was pretty empty. No commendations, no problems. The Sparrow was his first posting; he had been serving on the ship for only a year and held the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade from the start. How did he skip Ensign?

Family connections or money could do it, or both. You had to know the right people to pay for a promotion. Logan frowned.

Lilith laughed gently across the table from him. Emily was telling her a story about boot camp from what Logan had picked up. He watched Lilith smile momentarily before his thoughts drifted to Elinor Norn.

The Captain looked awful during the meeting they just had. It looked like she was hanging on by a thread, but what could he do? His cum was not an option. End of story. They couldn't go giving his bodily fluids to every person who was on the verge of death.

Looking at Emily and feeling like they had bent the rules left Logan with a small pit in his stomach. Who was he to decide who got special treatment? The nano-machines were unknown technology that had the capacity to cause the horror they were seeing on Skye.

It would be a different story if he could use the nano-machines to heal someone and then take them back or deactivate them. Logan couldn't leave them floating around someone's system to multiply. Then what?

He looked back at Emily and sighed. There was a conversation that had to be had at some point.

Until he understood how the little machines worked, Logan had to be careful who he told and even more careful that they didn't spread--at least more so than they already had been.

Logan was troubled by his inability to help Elinor. She needed a doctor and surgery.

"Hey!" Lilith was leaning over the table, poking him in the arm.

Blinking, Logan looked at her, "Yes?"

"He really does do that a lot," Emily commented.

Lilith nodded, "Yep."

"Did you need something? Sorry, it's been a long day." Logan smiled at Lilith.

"We'll have plenty of time to talk about the mission later. It seems like you need some sleep," Emily said.

Finishing their meal, Logan and Lilith returned to their cabin. Emily had parked herself in the starboard observation room on deck 4, which was a spacious area to sleep in.

"I'm ready for my second meal." Lilith wasted no time and perched on the edge of the bed, looking up at Logan hungrily. She licked her lips.

Logan stood next to her and grinned. Reaching out a hand, he ran it through her soft hair and down Lilith's cheek. Lilith opened her mouth and pulled Logan's thumb into its warm embrace.

Lilith's tongue ran circles around the digit, the sensation causing Logan to sigh with pleasure. Tingles shot through his body, and Logan could feel himself getting hard.

Nuzzling into Logan's hand, Lilith sucked a little harder on his thumb. Her bright eyes looked up at him eagerly. The sucking, combined with Lilith's tongue, was filling Logan with a strong desire. With her hands free, Lilith began to undress. Sinking to the floor and pulling Logan's hand with her, she was now kneeling in front of him.

With a small pop, Logan freed his thumb from her grasp and took his clothes off as Lilith watched him. Once he was standing in front of her naked, Lilith placed her hands on his thighs and scooted closer, keeping eye contact.

"Logan?" Lilith said softly.

"Yes, my dear?" Logan said questioningly, looking down at her pale features. Lilith's breasts rose gently with her breathing, and he had trouble keeping his eyes locked on hers.

A gentle smile crossed Lilith's lips as she watched his gaze. "I want you to fuck a load down my throat."

Hearing those words leave her mouth made Logan's already hard erection throb even more. Lilith's warm breath sent shivers up his spine as she spoke. Dropping her hands to her lap, legs parted slightly. Lilith looked up at him quietly; there wasn't much else to say.

Looking down at the beautiful woman before him, Logan groaned internally at the sight of her. He felt like cumming just from knowing she wanted him in her mouth.

Lilith's lips parted, and her tongue stuck out slightly, creating a very inviting picture. Logan leaned forward, pushing himself into her waiting embrace.

Easing into a slow rhythm, Logan watched her closely as her lips sealed around his shaft. Lilith made little sighs and moans occasionally, which drove him crazy. She kept her hands to herself, letting him use her mouth as he wanted.

The wet suction that enveloped him was hard to resist. Logan put a hand on Lilith's head and gripped her hair, purple strands filling the space between his fingers. He fought the urge to speed up and enjoyed the gentle pleasure he was feeling.

With every push, Lilith used her tongue to stroke the underside of his cock. A small wet spot had formed on the floor between Lilith's legs. Logan slid his entire length into her mouth and shivered as she gazed up at him, lips resting against his base.

Holding her there momentarily, Lilith didn't try to pull away from him. Taking in the feeling of being inside of her eager mouth, Logan could only sigh in pleasure.

"Touch yourself for me, Lilith. I can see how wet you are," Logan commanded gently.

Without hesitation, Lilith's hand sank between her thighs. The soft moans she had been making grew into a deep hum as she began to pleasure herself. The vibrations made everything Lilith was doing feel even better.

Starting to move again, Logan slid more forcefully in and out of Lilith's mouth; the increased effort did little to phase her. With quickening thrusts, he was pushing himself down to the base and pulling back so that just his tip was tightly held between Lilith's lips.

Holding Lilith's head more firmly, Logan began to do what she had asked of him. With increasingly sultry moans, Lilith was taking every inch of his cock without complaint. The lust in her eyes said she was enjoying every second.

Heat began to build at the base of Logan's shaft. He could tell he was going to cum soon. Using Lilith's mouth like a toy was a different kind of rush, and Logan enjoyed every second of it. Drops of saliva were beginning to drip down Lilith's chin.

Eyes locked on him, Lilith was equal parts active participant and passive doll. Her fingers made consistent circles around her clit, slowly building her to release.

Before she could cum, Logan pushed himself to the hilt and began to unload right into her stomach. Lilith visibly shuddered as the hot cum repeatedly pulsed down her throat. Her eyes rolled back as she began to orgasm. Logan felt like her throat was squeezing him harder as she started to moan deeply.

Continuing to hold her head, Logan eventually finished with one final large jet of cum that left his balls feeling drained. Lilith continued to suck gently till she had cleaned every drop she could get from his shaft.

Slumping back against the bed, Lilith breathed heavily coming down from her orgasm, and looked up at Logan with stars in her eyes.

"Holy shit..." She stammered.

"Are you ok?" Logan asked, taking a seat on the bed.

"Yea, but I think I just had an orgasm from you fucking my throat and cumming in me. I wasn't that close when you came, but the combination of feeling your cum and your dick in me just set me off. It was intense." Lilith said with a faint smile. Resting on the floor for a few moments, she slowly caressed her totally full stomach, letting out occasional sighs and shuddering gently.

"You sure you're ok?" He asked again.

Looking up at Logan, Lilith smiled lightly, "It's almost like cumming, but not quite. Hard to explain, but it feels really good."

After cleaning up and getting ready for bed, they chatted for a while. Logan was immensely enjoying these little moments with her.

Lilith eventually drifted off to sleep, and Logan lay awake cuddled up to her. His mind was still caught up in the day's events. Lilith's oral attention had done little to quiet his thoughts, though his body certainly felt relaxed. The Captain's worsening condition dominated his list of worries. Outside of a surgeon, there was little hope of permanently fixing the damage.

The swell of Lilith's stomach felt good cradled in his hands; Logan was hesitant to leave but quietly untangled himself and got up, doing his best not to wake Lilith as he dressed. There was only one thing he could think of that might help.

*

Opening the heavy bulkhead doors, Logan found himself looking at a half-dressed Emily. A tiny crop top and a pair of shorts adorned her body as she turned, deer in the headlights, to look at Logan.

Emily didn't even have time to say anything before Logan began to speak, "Grab your spear; I need your help with something."

"Logan... Wait... What?" Emily stammered, caught between the urgentness of his request and her state of dress. Not that she was shy, but it was a little awkward.

"We are going into the infirmary; we have to try and find something to help the Captain." Logan's eyes realized what he was looking at and began to roam across Emily's exposed skin.

Getting a much better look at her body without her armor on, Logan had trouble looking away. Her light olive skin looked much softer, and the cool pink undertones were no longer pale now that she was not on the verge of death.

Firm A-cup breasts filled her small top well, and her slight waist led into gentle hips. She didn't have much of a figure, but Emily was still an attractive woman. Her body was definitely toned but not overly muscular.

"The infirmary?" Emily asked.

"Yes, we are going to unseal the door and look around. There must be some additional equipment in there to help Elinor hang on a few more days." Logan walked further into the room as he spoke.

"What brought this on?" Emily began reaching for some clothing.

"I was having trouble sleeping. Elinor looked awful during the meeting, and I've been trying to think of ways to help. Without a doctor and surgery, there's not much we can do, but there has to be something." Logan was grasping at straws.

"You don't think any infected are still in there, do you?" Emily put her pants on quickly.

"Maybe, they never checked. It wasn't worth the risk to the ship." Logan took a breath and tried to slow down.

Emily threw her jacket on and began to get her boots on. "If a grenade went off, it will likely be a mess in the infirmary."

Logan nodded quietly; he hoped there was something salvageable to be found. Grabbing the makeshift spear, Emily joined Logan, and they headed to deck 3.