1
Station 9 hung in the darkness of space like a neglected junk yard. Half of the ship was in black out, while the other half flickered it's lights, and electrical sparks pinged out to space. Something was drastically wrong.
"Station 9 looks like the ship from that old twentieth century movie." Sgt. Kat Summers spoke with fear in her voice, clutching at the controls of the small reconnaissance craft.
"Yeah, except that ain't no iceberg damage." Lt. Leona Watkins responded. Shall I set a new course, Captain?" Leona then asked her crew commander, hoping for the love of God he would say yes.
"We don't have enough fuel to make it back. We have to dock at Station 9." Capt. Jon Riley insisted on the plan, he knew they had no other choice.
"I really don't like the look of this. I have a bad feeling in my bones." Kat's hands trembled on her controls.
"Take it easy, Sgt. Just take some deep breaths." Leona supported her friend and co-pilot. Calling her by her rank to remind Kat to be professional. In truth, Leona was just as terrified, but she was better at concealing her fear.
"Station 9, this is Alpha One Zero. We're a friendly call sign from Station 5. Requesting permission to dock for emergency refuelling, over?" Capt. Jon Riley communicated with the station.
Radio silence...
"Station 9, this is Alpha One Zero from your sister Station 5. We're a friendly call sign seeking emergency refuelling. Do you copy, over?"
"Now what do we do?" Kat began to panic.
"Sir?" Leona didn't want to trouble the Captain any further, but she needed instructions.
Then...
"Alpha One Zero, this is Station 9's override command system, you may proceed to docking bay four."
"Sir?" Leona finally exposed her nerves. No station had ever been taken over by its override command system before. It was Artificial Intelligence, with the capability to take control of a station as soon as it detected the Station Commander was either dead or out of control.
"Shall I switch on our weapons systems, sir?" Kat was jumpy now, already leaning forwards to flick the switch. Capt. Riley grabbed her shoulder harshly.
"No, Kat! The minute you arm us that thing will blow us away. It can sense weapon threats from a thousand miles away. You know that! Leona, take us to docking bay four."
Leona took full control of the reconnaissance craft. Breaking protocol, she disabled the co-pilots controls. Kat understood and nodded at her friend, pilot and Lieutenant.
"Take it steady, Leona. Nice and easy." Capt. Riley breathed anxiously. "Have your small arms ready the moment we dock. We fuel up and get the hell out of here. We'll have enough fuel to turn our long range comms back on, and then I can communicate this mess to our commander on Station 5."
"Roger that," Kat sighed and prepared her personal weapon for when she'd have to reluctantly disembark.
Two giant doors at the rear of Station 9 began to open, splitting the large white number 4 in half. Leona inhaled deeply through her nostrils and aligned the reconnaissance craft to enter the rear of Station 9.
"Here we go comrades," Leona prepared her crew to enter the unknown.
"Remember, ladies, we dock, fuel up and get the fuck out. I have no interest in snooping around to find out what's happened here. We have elite troopers and rescue marines for that shit!"
"May God have mercy on our souls!" Kat preyed.
2
Lt. Col Harry Voltz was in his quarters with his wife, on board Station 3. The Commanding Officer of the stations elite trooper squadron had just finished another boring uneventful shift.
His beautiful blonde wife Andrea kissed him softly on the lips and began to unbutton his uniform. Dressed in a sexy black negligee, the thirty-year old data analyst had showered and prepared herself for her mature husbands arrival.
Kissing passionately, the Colonel forgot all about the politics onboard Station 3 as his sexy, young wife pushed and pulled his grey, white and black fatigues from his fit, toned body. Down to his boxer shorts, Andrea got down on her knees and took out his thick cock.
The Colonel groaned and ran his fingers through his wife's silky blonde hair. Those fingers became entangled when Andrea wrapped her soft red lips around her husbands cock. She started moving her head along his shaft, making sure she swirled her eager tongue around the throbbing gland.
"You sure know how to take my mind away from this God damn place," Harry groaned.
Andrea smiled to herself and cupped her husbands balls. She then gently massaged them and swallowed down his precum. After a few moments, enjoying a slow, deep blowjob from his wife, Harry led her to the bed and kissed softly up her slender legs.
Andrea sensually slipped the negligee from her shoulders to cup and caress her soft breasts. Her nipples were hard as her husband travelled further up her spread legs. Harry pushed the negligee higher as he went, and soon enough he was treated to her freshly shaven mound. It was moist, waiting for the toughest man onboard the station to eat it out.
Andrea gasped and her back arched away from the bed. Her husband was just as good with his tongue as he was at commanding his men. Harry teased his wife's pussy, licking and kissing everywhere before finally sliding his tongue between her lips and up to her clit.
It only took a couple of minutes before Andrea was moaning and writhing in orgasm. Harry kissed up his wife's body to her face, and then entered her in one deep thrust. Kissing passionately once more, the couple made deep, sensual love.
Their groans of passion filled their quarters until Andrea shuddered on her husbands thick cock for a second orgasm. She then needed to take control. Rolling over together, Andrea took hold of Harry's shaft and guided it effortlessly back inside her pussy.
She rode her husband with a satisfied grin on her face, while she rested her hands on his muscular, hairy chest. Harry stretched his neck and suckled gently on his wife's nipples. They were reaching their joint climax when suddenly there was a severe knocking at the door.
"Colonel! I'm sorry to disturb you, sir! Commander Goldberg has requested your immediate presence for a meeting!"
"I'm busy!" Harry grunted, sitting up and wrapping an arm around his wife. Andrea giggled and moved her hips faster.
"I'm sorry, Colonel! The Commander insists you attend immediately!"
"You better go," Andrea sighed. "It sounds serious."
"The hell it is!" Harry grunted in frustration, losing his erection as his wife climbed off his cock.
"We can reconvene when you return," she winked. The negligee fell from Andrea's body as she walked to the bathroom. Harry was further frustrated.
"Colonel?" The Corporal outside Harry's quarters persisted.
"For the love of God, stand down, man! I'm getting dressed! Give me five minutes!"
Harry eventually opened the door, angry but dressed in his uniform for the meeting with the Station Commander. "This better not be another one of his bullshit exercise drills."
"I'm sorry, sir. I have no details other than to inform you that your presence is required immediately," the Corporal gulped.
Having travelled through the mazes of Station 3, Harry finally arrived at the Station Commanders briefing room.
"Ahh, Colonel Voltz. We've been waiting for you." Station Commander William Goldberg took a swipe. The two men rarely saw eye to eye.
Harry glanced around the room and frowned, before taking his seat at the table with his arms folded defensively across his chest. Surrounded by 'boffins' he thought, waiting to hear what the Commander had to say.
Heads of fields such as science, medicine, communications and logistics were in attendance. Harry nodded at Linda Maguire, another pretty blonde. She was forty-years old and Commander Goldbergs Chief of Staff.
The Station Commander began the meeting. "Thank you all for getting here so promptly. I appreciate some of you are not on shift. However, I have been tasked to send a team to Station 9. HQ have lost comms with our sister station. She isn't called Station Stupid for nothing, remember."
The group around the table laughed along with their Commander, all but Harry. Station 9 had an unfair reputation for a blunder many years ago. It kind of stuck despite the resignation of the then station Commander.
"They've been having comms issues for several weeks. I believe it will be something out of nothing, but it's fallen to Station 3 to send a team to assist. So here you are."
"Commander," Harry frowned. "If this is something out of nothing, as you put it, and we're talking about a comms issue, why are you sending a team of Elite Troopers? Last time I checked it was the Marines who did all the escorting."
Commander Goldberg grinned. "And the last time I checked, Colonel, I was the one who gave the orders on this ship! You and your squadron are to escort the communications team to Station 9..."
Harry bravely interrupted. "With great respect Commander, a full squadron?" Harry interrupted his superior officer on the basis that squadrons were rarely deployed as a full unit, especially not on escort duties. He knew the Commander was hiding something.
"Colonel! Once there you will join up with Station 9's Elite Troopers for a training exercise. You've been complaining about a lack of training due to financial cut backs. Well here's your chance to play space soldiers."
Harry glanced around the silent room. Linda gave him a death stare that told him to shut up, so he did, not out of fear. He knew if he questioned another thing he'd be up on a insubordination charge. With six months left before his retirement, he nodded to Linda.
"The rest of you will meet up with your counterparts onboard Station 9. You will get further orders in the morning before you depart. Any questions?" The Commander was finished.
"What time do we leave for Station 9, Commander Goldberg?" Harry asked.
"Have your squadron ready to move at 0900hrs, Colonel. If that is all then enjoy the rest of your evening and good luck reaching Station 9."
"Colonel Voltz!" Linda caught up with Harry in the corridor outside the briefing room.
