Author's Note: Continuation of the adventures of AI Emily and her captain. Same warnings as before, this series will be baudy Sci-Fi and explore all forms of sex. I'd love feedback on the stories, please rate, leave a comment and drop me a line.
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Visitors from the Past
I woke up to soft kisses on my neck and the smell of coffee. Damn I love my life.
"Captain" Emily whispered gently near my ear, "it's time."
Waking up it took me a minute to figure out what exactly it was time for. We'd spent the last six weeks on our own schedule so having something to do on a timetable was an odd feeling all of a sudden. Not that we were lazy, we kept a strict maintenance schedule on the Endeavor, it's just that it only took about six hours a week to keep everything in perfect running order. We also had a LOT of sex, but again we kept our own schedule there too.
I drank my coffee and then we made our way to one of the spoke tubes that leads to the command module. This wasn't entirely necessary as all the controls for the ship were duplicated on any of the many display screens and work stations aboard and of course Emily could control the whole ship with her thoughts alone. Still, there was a nice ritual to it, so we generally did bigger maneuvers there out of a sense of tradition.
At the bottom of the access tube I attempted something Emily was already good at but I couldn't quite get. If you stood at the bottom of the tube and jumped high enough, and pushed off the ladder just right, the lack of centrifugal force as you gained height would allow you to continue on momentum to the center of the ship. It was kind of like being Superman jumping into flight.
I tried and hit the wall again, so I had to grab the ladder to propel myself the rest of the way. Emily of course followed effortlessly. I'd have to talk to her about programing in a couple of harmless imperfections into her subroutines, I'm not insecure at all, but she was just too damn good at everything.
Once we were in the command module we took a closer look and we could pick up the weak signal coming from the debris field. The thing was really demolished; it was mostly just bits of metal.
"How old is it do you think?" I asked.
"Searching" Emily replied in a bland emotionless tone. Sometimes she laid the "Ship's Computer" shtick on pretty heavily.
"Earth Mars Alliance Vessel, Stiletto Class, approximately..."
"328 Earth years" I finished for her in awe.
"Yes, it dates to the last year of the Conflict." She replied.
The Earth Mars Alliance had waged a bitter war against Venus over control of the resources asteroid belt and outer planets. The Alliance had ultimately fallen to the greater technology Venus possessed, that and it was very difficult to attack the highly maneuverable cloud cities on Venus. There had been many casualties on both sides though and former alliance members were often still bitter about Venusian control of the solar system.
"What is it?" I asked Emily, she was tilting her head like she was listening. I found this gesture unbelievably cute given that she was actually using her external hull sensors and not her ears.
"A distress signal" she said almost absentmindedly, holding up a finger for me to be patient "There."
The display panel view zoomed in on a spinning structure within the wreckage. The structure had some active lights on and looked like a bolo spinning through space.
"What is it?" I asked.
"An escape pod," she replied, "two life forms on board and in stasis."
"Target forward lasers and engage." I replied with some urgency.
OK, I know what this sounds like to all you old Earth sci-fi enthusiasts, but you're wrong. I wasn't carrying out some centuries old grudge on a couple of helpless souls spinning though the solar system. The truth of the situation is that we were traveling at a very high velocity, about 19 kilometers per second in comparison to the escape pod. In about an hour we would intersect with the pod, if we didn't change that velocity relationship we would plow through it faster than a bullet shot from an old Earth gun, likely killing us all.
The lasers would impart some thrust in the same direction we were traveling and the push would slow us down a little. In combination with a full reverse on the EM drives it would slow us enough so that we wouldn't need to use too much of our precious liquid fuel from the ion thrusters. In space electricity is easy to come by, anything with mass is expensive. This method would have the added benefit of clearing the pods from the larger debris field. Flying through that at our current velocity would rip the Endeavor to shreds.
This all worked out pretty well. We fired the ion plasma thrusters as we approached, slowing us down to a relative velocity that was reasonable for an intercept. We'd rely on the tractor beams in the cargo bay to make up any difference and cushion the impact. Another fire of the ion thrusters and we matched the rotation of the escape pods. Deep space salvage is a complicated business.
When the pods were aboard and the cargo bay re-pressurized we were finally able to get a look at what we had. The pods were small, just big enough to fit a human and were connected together by a cable. Looking inside the pods was nearly impossible as the small windows were hopelessly frosted over from the inside.
There were markings on the side of each pod, these turned out to be names, possibly of the occupants. We selected one pod labeled "Cptn. V. LaPierre" to bring into the combination sick bay / rec room in one of the toroids with gravity. Getting the small pods down the tubes was easy, preventing them from crashing to the floor once the centrifugal gravity took over was more of a challenge, but we managed.
Again, Emily was a huge help here, despite her delicate appearance she was an order of magnitude stronger than I am.
Awakening
"Wow" it was all I could say at first. Emily seemed similarly speechless.
We were both enthralled at the frozen beauty before us on the table before us. Her skin was dark, a lovely milk chocolate brown. Once we stripped her of her flight suit the fullness of her extraordinary beauty became readily apparent. She was curvy, not thin by any stretch. She had large breasts. Her nipples were the velvety dark of semi-sweet dark chocolate. Her hips and ass were wide to match. The hair on her head was a long twist of braids with a few strands of purple and silver woven in. She was definitely root stock Earth born human, and absolutely lovely.
"Well she's definitely not Martian." I commented needlessly. Martians were much smaller and more gracile than Earth and Venusian humans due to the much lower gravity of their planet.
"OK," I said regaining my composure, "what do we do now?"
"According to protocol the serum I just gave her should wake her up in about half an hour."
"So we just wait?" I asked
"Well she will be in pain from muscle atrophy, she has been asleep for over three hundred years, and blood flow will be low for a few hours unless..."
"Unless?"
"Unless we massage her with light, warm oil," she said with a devious little smile "which should help with the blood flow and decrease the muscle pain."
I had to admit it I wanted to touch this amazingly beautiful creature before me. I had to tamp down my sexual desire though; consent is definitely an important component to any sexual activity, a protocol which Emily was also programmed with. I could tell from her expression that she was looking forward to interacting with this woman as much as I was though.
At first rubbing her down with warm oil was kind of weird. She was very cold and had no reaction; it was kind of like massaging a corpse. With time though her limbs started to move a little and her breathing became more perceptible as her enticing breasts rose and fell with each breath.
After about twenty minutes her dark skin had a warm glow as she was covered from head to toe with the warm oil we were applying. She was letting out small moans of pleasure and probably a bit of pain, she was also beginning to murmur unintelligibly.
I went over to the nearest Com panel to monitor Captain LaPierre's life signs. Everything was on course; her core temperature had nearly reached normal. Her heart was beating a bit faster than expected, but not beyond healthy parameters.
