Humanity had failed, they had destroyed their own home, their cradle, their point of origin. Now they had to go, soon planet earth would be nothing but a barren wasteland, one filled with regret and torment. The greed of humans had defeated the good of humans. A Colossal Space ship had been constructed and was to represent the Phoenix that would be humanity rising from the ashes. Hence the appropriate name of Renovatio, which is Latin for rebirth.
Around one thousand humans were left, or rather around seven hundred humans had made it to the safe zone were the space ship had been constructed along with the three hundred scientists and engineers building the ship. Three years it took to complete and it was magnificent, one of the grandest things humanity had achieved. However, not a single person involved in its construction had felt that, knowing full well they were building it to leave earth and that humans destroyed their planet and had to build it or they would all die.
Corporal Jennifer Collins, watched over the engine bay as the three massive hydro-fusion engines hummed into life and began to illuminate the FTL core and the ship's interior. The blue hue bathed the ship in light. It served as a stark contrast to her long deep red hair. The cabins for the passengers, workstations for the engineers and the stasis pods which would accommodate over a thousand people.
The ship itself was massive, it was long sleek, with and arrow tip at the front tapering into a long box shape which flowed into the wide wings at the rear of the craft. Large ports are were the emissions from the engine would escape and the large walkway which lowered onto the ground for all the people still doing finishing touches and final preparations on the ship for its departure.
This was one thing the Corporal was concerned about. They knew were they would go, however what they would find there remained a spine chilling mystery. However, of bigger concern was ensuring humanity would not repeat its destructive nature and path. All of this would be for nothing if a few thousand years from now humans leave the next planet in a worse state then they were leaving this one.
"Jennifer," a voice called out.
The corporal turned to see Jack Churchill another corporal who had been overseeing work on the stasis pods. He had been pretty much the only person working on the ship that had felt more excitement about humanity's future than anyone else.
"Jack, how are you doing?" She enquired.
"Not too bad, under the circumstances," came his understated yet still cheerful reply.
Without another word Jack leaned in and kissed the corporal on the lips. She was taken a back and looked around quickly hoping nobody saw. Fortunately for her there was no one about, everybody was on their lunch breaks and in the hangar's mess hall outside the ship.
"Jack you need to be careful," Jennifer scolded.
"Why, we are just having some fun, does the end of this world change any of that?"
"No, we just need to focus, humanity's future is uncertain and may hinge on our actions, our work here, will determine how well this flying tub is put together."
"I . . . you're right, I am sorry. Didn't realise you were taking this so hard."
"It's not your fault, this is just weighing on my mind heavily."
Jennifer began shed a tear which Jack proceeded to wipe away and bring her in close to comfort her. He kissed her again, this time, softer and she didn't hesitate this time. For the first time in ten years, she let go, they soon found themselves with more than kissing on their mind.
Jack reached for Jennifer's zip and began to pull it down, revealing her amazing body. Her luscious cleavage came into view as it gently pushed against the fabric of her uniform. The zip ended at her waist and Jennifer then slipped of the sleeves of her uniform leaving her upper body exposed to the lights of the engine room. Her light Caucasian skin glowed through the blue light as her gorgeous breasts stood firm and proud and were all natural.
Jennifer undid the Velcro strap on the waist of her uniform and gestured Jack to pull it down. This he did, without hesitation and slowly slid her uniform down the length of her gorgeous legs. All the while he kept his eyes fixated on her gorgeous pussy. Jack looked away as he untied the laces on Jennifer's work boots and slipped them off in order to relieve her of her uniform.
Now the corporal was stood in the engine room naked and Jack had begun to work his tongue on her pussy. She gasped at the way he touched her down and their and what he did with his tongue.
"Oh fuck," Jennifer gasped as she was overloaded with pleasure, which indicated just how much she had needed to fuck. It seemed as though the tension was being released. It had been more than half a decade since she last fucked. All of the worry was escaping, a little relief and forgetting about everything else for the moment was certainly needed.
Jack also took the time to run his hands up her legs, caressing her ass and fondling it ever so gently as he continued to blow her fucking mind with the way he was using his tongue on her most tender of bits. Whether her lack of sex was behind her overwhelmed feelings of what was going on or her extreme amount of stress, she didn't in the least care.
Jacks fingers soon found their way to her pussy and began to assist his tongue in fondling her pussy. Jennifer had no words to reply to what she was feeling, nothing seemed to phase her, even if there were a hundred watching her at that very moment she wouldn't notice a single one of them as her eyes were firmly shut and her mind somewhere else, somewhere far, far away.
