The Planet Ohano 4 Crash -

Part 2

Conclusion

Space Force Earth, Star Ship Brizo, Captain's Log: 2324-0527.

It has been three days since Space Force Command has had any communication contact with the Explorer Survey Ship, Ambassador 3. This is not correct procedure. SF Command fears the worst. Captain Kirock is a tried-and-true captain. If there was a major mishap, the ship should have automatically ejected a rescue or communication beacon with repeating signals to alert Command. These beacon buoys broadcast on a continually monitored, emergency sub-space frequency. Since the early beginnings of commercial flights, this buoy would have generically been called, the black box, which records the last moments of the ship's demise. SF Command has detected no such beacon signals of any kind.

Their last known trajectory reported was mapped as heading toward the OhAno Star System, as last ordered. There are only three planets that orbit that system. Two planets share the same orbit. In our experience, this is a rare situation. It is likely, since their orbit is within the Goldilocks Zone, the Captain would have directed their first exploration efforts toward either OhAno 3 or OhAno 4 of that system. We've been ordered to investigate, offer any assistance we can, and/or rescue survivors. We should reach orbit around OhAno 3 in only a few hours -- present speed. Captain Jobe Kumar, Commanding.

"Lieutenant Capshaw, has Space Force Command been alerted to any further updates from the Ambassador 3 survey ship?"

"There have been no further updates, Captain. The situation remains as it was."

"Very well."

"Navigator. Are we withing scanning range of OhAno 3?"

"Not quite, Captain. The only information we have is that it is a barren planet without very much water."

"Understood."

"Captain. My long-range scanning has picked up debris orbiting Planet 4, but it is insufficient to determine its origin." The First Officer has sole access to long range scanners, since readings cannot be considered entirely accurate and require extensive extraneous thought and research.

"Navigator, how long until we reach OhAno 3?"

"About one-hour, Sir."

"And how long until we can reach OhAno 4?"

"Approximately two-hours, forty-six minutes, Sir, since we have to circumnavigate their sun."

"Very well. Continue course to OhAno 3. We'll get a closer look to rule it out before we continue around to OhAno 4."

"First Officer, continue to analyze all information regarding the space wreckage for as long as you can until we can get closer to investigate."

"Understood, Captain."

"Engineering, I want that weapons panel manned at all times to be ready to go to Red Alert -- full deflector shields around the hull - at a moment's notice."

"Aye, Captain. Ready on your command."

"Very well."

"First Officer. What information do we have in our database about these two planets?"

"Only that they exist in this location and have heretofore never been scouted, sir."

"We shall have to see what information we can add to the Space Force Libraries, won't we."

Meanwhile, on Planet OhAno 4, Captain Kirock was being escorted to Krall's interview chamber alone this time. Still wearing his mental telepathy/translator device, he tried to keep a clear head.

"Sit here, Captain. We must communicate." The interview room was the same as it was before. He selected the same stool he used before. Again, Krall entered from the side portal. Krall sat behind a long table in a tall seat with a backrest. The room was barren of decoration or accoutrements.

The captain and Krall communicated through the headphone type device placed on Captain Kirock's temples. Krall communicated directly.

"It is time for us to communicate further. You and your crew have been here several planet revolutions, and we have provided you private accommodations in the pairs we have selected for you."

"Yes, Krall. We find the accommodations comfortable, and we thank you."

"You also have a separate room for your numerous crew meetings and meals."

"Of course, as Captain, I must always be in communication with my crew. I'm sure you understand."

"We have taken over your nourishment production since your food stores have been exhausted. We have understood no complaints or comments. Has this been satisfactory for your crew?"

"We find the food palatable and nourishing. We hope it is not difficult for you to produce. We do not wish to become an inconvenience here."

"We have done all this, after numerous excursions to your ship's crash site to recover items necessary for your crew members. We did this with you as your ship is in an area of the Red Plaines inhabited by the large, slithering beasts. These beasts are dangerous to our people. We have lost many citizens to its appetites."

"We are very grateful to you and your people, Krall. You have provided for us very well as your guests. You have made us feel welcome and secure since we arrived. Yet, we do not wish to be a burden for you. We remain hopeful that a rescue ship of our own people will arrive very soon. We base this hope on our last reported trajectory of travel through this quadrant of your space as ordered by our home world."

"We know nothing of such things. Our planetary self-protection device has caused your ship to crash, and we feel partially responsible. We have no way to communicate with beings from other worlds. That device is our only protection from invaders. We are one of only a few cities on this planet that remain after the Old Ones died. The slithering beasts have reduced our numbers. We have no weapons to fight it. Because of that, many citizens have lost interest in going further and wish to end our society at our eventual longevity. Do you understand what that means?"

"I believe I do understand, and I find that prospect disturbing. We have encountered many planets and societies -- all with problems and troubles -- but none has ever been in a depressed mode to allow its society to wither and die out entirely. All have fought very hard to survive and preserve their future. Surely the true desire is to continue as a race of kind, generous, and caring society you have shown to us that you are."

"While I may agree with you, there are others on our Supreme Council that do not. We cannot control the slithering beasts. We cannot kill them. They attack our villages at night and consume the nesting eggs of our females before they hatch into younglings. Our reproductive cycles are long. Our citizens have suffered too many losses to continue."

"I can understand how that could happen, but truthfully, you must find a way to fight these beasts that are trying to kill you. You simply must survive to evolve your race. You must find a way."

"We cannot. Surely, as you know by now, we would not kill your crew if they did not perform for us in the village center. We read your minds and believed using this word 'kill' would motivate you. We did not realize the true meaning of the word, only that you feared it. We mean you no harm."

"I understand that, now. We came here in peace and wish no harm for your citizens."

"Surely you understand that your repeated reproduction method performances in the village are meant in the purest sense to be motivational for our citizens. Some of us in leadership believe that if we can portray the reproduction process as an enjoyable recreational activity, that we can produce more younglings and give our society the will to survive again."

"I confess that I had not considered that before. I see your wisdom in that now. I believe we will appear to be more cooperative from now on, since we are not truly threatened."

"Will you help us? Will you continue to show us new ways to mimic the reproduction process and make it appear to be recreational? Others and I on the Council believe that this negative trend among the villagers must be reversed."

"Krall, I must mention that our crew is tasked by our home world only to observe, make notations in research, and leave each planet undisturbed and unchanged. We are forbidden to do anything that will alter the natural course of any planetary civilization and evolution."

"So, you will not help us. Is that true?"

"Will you please forgive me, but I cannot answer at this time."

"What does this word, 'please', mean? It seems an odd word."

"In our language, we use it to express politeness in a request. It is asking your permission to answer further after I discuss it with the crew. If we can help you, we will all have to agree to violate our first principle to help you and your people. Violating that principle must be for the greater good. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, I do. Now I must convey that information to the Supreme Council. I know they also, will discuss any interaction our citizens may have with your people."

"As long as we are communicating openly, I'm sure our two peoples can come to an understanding. Once again, we are grateful for all you've done for us."

"Tonight, we would like another demonstration of your reproductive practices by your crew. If it would assist your decision, I will say Please."

"Thank you, Krall. I will pass along your kind words. As I have said, I believe that after this, we shall be much more cooperative. May I return to my crew, please?"

"Yes. Your escort will accompany you."

The Star Ship Brizo had arrived in this star system and was now on its third revolution of planet OhAno 3. So far, the crew has found nothing of villages, civilizations, or higher life forms. Although the lush vegetation areas held many species of lower life forms. Mostly, it was barren rock with limited, low ceiling atmosphere. After a few more orbits of continued scanning to look for any signs of a crash site, Captain Kumar gave orders to abandon the search there and proceed to OhAno 4.

Captain Kirock held a crew meeting to pass along the information shared with Krall only a few moments before. The escorts of Tabor-Nu brought refreshments into the communal area. The crew enjoyed their meal. Yet, there were still questions that needed answers.

"Something I don't understand, Captain. Why are we made to have sex in the village square every night?" The female crewman looked at her assigned partner. "Not that I'm complaining, of course." Her partner's expression went from tenuous to a smile.

"We have crashed into a serious situation here. It seems that society here has decided to allow itself to end when their normal life expectancy ends. Has anyone seen any children in the village?"

"Maybe they don't want the children to watch, Captain."

"We can't judge these kind people by our ancient Puritan standards. Their children mature very quickly if they are to survive. Their biggest problem lies outside the village walls. It seems there is a 'slithering beast' -- as Krall called it - that consumes the eggs the females produce before they can hatch as live younglings. There is also the threat of the larger slithering beasts that attack and consume the mature villagers caught unawares. In short, the villagers have no will or weapons to fight back."

"Why can't they make weapons, Captain?"

"I don't believe they have the knowledge. Krall referred to the Old Ones who have all died out. Perhaps there was some sort of societal reset that took place at their death. Krall doesn't know. Between them, they held the knowledge and the wisdom to continue. They created the planetary defense devise that destroyed our ship."

"Why can't we help them by making weapons and helping them fight these beasts?"

"I think you know the answer to that, lieutenant. Our Prime Principle states to not interfere with any society we contact. We are to observe, study and notate, then carry on in the name of science, hoping to make new friends along the way."

"These people have treated us well, under the circumstances. We must help them. I don't believe that under this situation, the Prime Principle applies."

"The prime principle always applies, yeoman. You've known this since day-one at the academy. The trick is to bend that rule so that we can help them. Giving them weapons is a big issue. We have no right to involve ourselves into their evolution -- or lack of it."

"We haven't any weapons to give them anyway, Captain. All of ours were destroyed in the crash."

"There's one more thing we can do. Tonight, we are going to be putting on another sex show for the villagers in the square. I cannot order you. Krall may say someone will be killed if they don't comply, but I think we know that won't happen. If there is any way possible to have sex look like it is fun and enjoyable, a recreational activity to look forward to and enjoy, perhaps our presence here will give them the will to want to survive their depressed attitude. All we can do is show them the way."

"I know I get a little depressed when I don't have recreational sex. Count me in," said the young yeoman from life science panel. Some of the crew chuckled in agreement.

"Krall and a few of his councilors are hoping it will. There are others on their council who are just as convinced to let the society die out. That the battle is unwinnable. I'm asking for volunteers to make Krall's goals happen. Fill your minds with positive thoughts. Perform a real show for them. Perhaps they will read our minds and begin to believe for themselves that live is worth living. Now, let's get some rest. Couples, I hope you will discuss this between yourselves and be helpful. Remember, we are serving the greater good for these people but try to have a good time and show it, think it, be good examples. No BDSM. It is too far advanced for these folks. They would not understand the emotional complexities of any other way. It's back to basics. Try to remember what new, young love felt like to you as teenagers. They would understand that."

Right at dusk, our escorts arrived to take us to the square. Their faces were emotionless, so getting a read on what they might be thinking was impossible. As I explained to the crew, we are to use all thoughts to influence these folks that having recreational sex is a good thing. Actions speak louder than thoughts, at this point. We should all appear jovial, happy, and caring that we are being allowed to do this. That we are looking forward to it and we are going to enjoy it. I couldn't ask the crew, but I hoped that Krall and his escorts chose the sex pairings accurately. For us, it was non-negotiable. Over the past two nights, there have been no complaints.

Tonight, as usual, we were lined up naked -- in our true form - and in single file so the crowd could look at us before we begin. Just as in the other nights, there were three hetero couples, two female couples and on male couple. "They will be judging our non-verbal communications, so be positive and cheerful." We tried forcing a smile until we heard what Krall had to say.

Holding his broadcasting translator to the temple area of his head, Krall began. There was no audible sound, but we all were able to understand.

Krall began announcing to the villagers. "Tonight, our new friends are going to give us examples of physical love. Love is an emotion. Our new friends express that emotion using their bodies when they conduct the process of reproducing. I do not expect we will be knowledgeable of this love since the Old Ones left us. As you have already witnessed, these new friends visiting from another world have the knowledge of love. They will be giving us their thoughts and feelings about what love is to them. Perhaps, we can learn for ourselves if it is good."

With that introduction, we all knew what we had to do. Since being paired with yeoman Christine Reynolds, we have had no issues between us. As captain, I mustn't get emotionally involved, but her willingness and efforts to please while having public sex are above and beyond the call of duty. Sadly, there is no official Space Force citation for that.

Once again, we were escorted and spaced equidistant around the blue water well in the center of the town square. As our escorts left us alone, we would begin. The crowd of citizens, now familiar with the pairings, moved and situated themselves around the square to view their favorite couples.

Yeoman Reynolds -- Christine -- turned to me with a smile on her face. "Captain, I mean Theo, what may I do to show my pleasure at having sex with you? Is there anything special you would like?"

I quickly got into character as a loving partner. With Christine, this was easy, but I had to remember that I was still her captain, and this show was all for the villagers.

"Christine, you know that you please me very much. I'm sure that when we kiss, our minds will come to some conclusions of their own. We've never had a problem in that area. Have we?"

"No, Theo, we have not." Christine drew closer to me, her firm young breasts, pointed with pink, hard nipples pressed into my chest comfortably. She placed one hand around my waist and the other behind my neck. I mirrored her. We kissed as we always have which is probably why Krall kept all the couples together since we were matched by Krall's telepathy readings. I don't know what method he used to sort everyone into couples, but it worked.

Christine and I started out warmly and we quickly escalated to hot. Based upon our experiences so far, how could we not? Her kisses were as if she were a hungry child who had missed many meals and was suddenly given all the food she could eat. I admit that she was also a tasty treat. In no time at all, our bodies were melting together in hot, molten desire. There was never a thought of looking at other couples to see what they were doing. This was an effort for the townspeople.

Carefully, we laid ourselves down. Our mouths sought out the parts on each other's body that we already knew created pleasure. Hoping these sensations were being picked up telepathically by the townspeople, we made extra effort to think clearly and simply. As her lips surrounded the tip of my cock, I tasted her outer pussy lips with definite intentions to dip into her deeper. As I did, I heard her moan. The vibrations her voice made, gave an extra charge to her deep lip lock she had on my cock. Her gentle touch caressing my balls in her hand. Again, she tried to give a deep throat. I never force that. I gave her high marks for her effort.

I rolled her over and began kissing and massaging her ass cheeks. She was an excellent physical specimen. She was firm. Her skin was smooth. The crevice between her cheeks was extremely kissable. Suddenly, she reversed herself. Her breathing was becoming erratic. She pushed me onto my back and climbed onto my stomach. As a demonstration, she placed her pussy over my chin and rubbed it against her clit. I tried working my tongue into play. She was dripping her sweet honey, and I took it all in.

Finally, she reached around to my cock and pulled on it, stroking it. Then, quickly she slid her body down and positioned her pussy over my cock and held it at the entrance. She bounced but twice onto the cushioned head then slid all the way down until our hips met. She held herself there for a moment. She rotated her hips in a circular motion making sure she was fully seated inside her. Her pussy muscles squeezed and sucked at my length. She rose slowly a few more times and then burst into a speed motion intent on building a fire that could not be extinguished between us.

Her ass cheeks were slapping my thighs as it was all I could do to hold onto her hips to keep her from flying away. She held onto my chest with her hands over my nipples. Unconsciously, perhaps, every so often she would squeeze her hands, and her fingernails would dig into my skin. Her passion was building to a crescendo.

For the sake of the townspeople, I couldn't allow that to happen too quickly. More time involved, the more pleasure to be gained. I whispered to Christine. "My turn."