Tandra
Copyright© 2003 by John Wales
Prologue
Erotica Sex Story: Prologue - Henry Buchanan is a professional engineer. He takes on some of the more difficult problems, for many large companies. An earthquake alters his life, when he finds he has long hidden neighbours. He must now use all his knowledge to save not only them, but all of humanity.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Ma/mt Mult Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian Heterosexual Science Fiction Group Sex Harem Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Slow Violence
Sullgr'h sat his 230 centimetre frame, uncomfortably, in the captain's chair. He wished again, that his people could gain the technical skill, even to make a device like this. A simple chair; some could, but most were as dumb as a Soanta. Only the captured races seemed to be able to do what he wanted. Sometimes the thoughts of how his people had to depend on others caused him to lash out, and kill a few of both groups.
The large screen before him, showed a pitch-black background. Multitudes of glowing crystals of different hues and intensities, gave the only light. The side screens showed much the same. While the one to the far right, pictured the stern view, and the fiery wrath of Tau Ceti.
Here, too, he was restless. The natives he just left, were almost as tall as he, but they only weighed a little over a hundred and fifty kilos. They were so meek and mild, now. It almost made a warrior gag, to see the way they acted. They were, at one time, very warlike. Within the last few centuries, as their numbers had diminished, they had gotten a form of humility. This was no way for a race to act! On occasion, he had had a chance to hunt a few. Some would fight back with a shadow of their old vigour. But, those times were few and far between. The natives of Tau Ceti were not good at fixing the systems on the ship, and were inedible too. Their worthless lives were only prolonged, so as to afford a little hunting. The desultory chance to see them grovel, or scream in pain when captured, afforded only minor amusements.
Sullgr'h stopped his train of thought, for he had punctured the heavy covering on his chair arm, again. It always brought his blunt fingers back to worry at the hole, until it got much larger. It was not good for a Captain to show that he could not control himself, or others under his command. Especially with so trivial a thing.
The orders in the computer were not so trivial, though. Many of the stellar systems within fifty or so light-years were now controlled; but quite a few still had good mine fields. These kept raiders, and the King's ships alike, completely shut out. The damnable mines were sentient, and would take on a flotilla of ships. A few systems were still arrogantly thumbing their noses at the King's ships, as well as at the raider's. It wasn't thirty years ago, that a flotilla had almost been destroyed, taking Barnard's Star. Now, they were trying a similar system, with lots of inhabitants that looked edible. One of the drones was fortunate enough to slip close, and was able to dispatch a report, before being destroyed.
The system had ten planets, but only one had life. The satellite of the third planet, had an active defensive system. It took out any and all intruders.
Now the ship and crew had to see if the new shields could withstand the mines and missiles that were sure to strike, as the distance lessened.
After two weeks of travel, the destroyer captained by Sullgr'h, met up with two similarly armoured frigates. They would test the new system's defences. The three ships did not fly the typical course, closing perpendicularly to the elliptic. Their orders specifically stated that they were to break through the debris field that circled the system. In doing so, they were to find a hidden path, into the heart of the system. Once there, the moon of the third planet, and all the weapons could safely be destroyed, and the planet itself, harvested.
The three ships paused at the edge of the Oort cloud, and contemplated the one light-year passage through the field. Most of the smaller rocks could be ignored, the shields would destroy them. The larger rocks would fall to the ship's small weapons, mounted for just this purpose. The energy discharges, though, would attract the missiles to their location. A confrontation that would happen much too soon. The local star was only another light-year past the cloud. Here the ships could travel quickly, and manoeuvre to their advantage. But they did not have the debris to hide behind, when the ever-present defences quested for prey.
Sullgr'h was not the leader here. He had to take orders from someone much older than he, and much more cautious. It was amazing, in Sullgr'h's mind, that one so old, had been allowed to live. To lead a mission such as this, was preposterous.
