Chapter 12

The next morning Major woke up first. He moved the chairs around a bit to make room for his morning workout and after making enough room, got down on the floor and began his stretches. At home he would do this in a class of students but today it was just he and Yasmin.

She woke up, rolled over and looked at what he was doing. She held the sheet to her chest and moved closer to watch him. During one of his movements, he saw her watching him. He made the decision to move to his arousal positions. He flowed through those positions until his cock was hard as a rock then stood in front of Yasmin, his body shining with sweat and his chest heaving as he breathed.

She looked at him, a smile on her face. “Do you know where that exercise came from?”

“Yes, Layla.” he said with confidence.

She nodded her head and welcomed him back to bed and his cock back into her body.

After breakfast, she took him to the temple. Though the sign out front was advertising work outs.

As they walked through the building, windows showed people doing the same movements he had been doing before they left the room. The men were all sporting erections jutting out from their bodies while the women all had wet pussies and stiff nipples.

“Come on Major.” Yasmin said, tugging at his elbow.

He came along with her as she led him deeper into the building, past the shower rooms and toilets and after going through several empty hallways and closed doors, they arrived at an elevator. They rode it down until it stopped at the very bottom.

When the door opened they were in a stone hallway leading away from the elevator. Yasmin started down the hallway but paused when she didn’t feel him at her side. She held out her hand to him. He started down the hallway and took her hand as she led him through the stone hallway. They finally arrived at a large chamber with only a single light shining on the life pod in the far wall. It sat on a pedestal at an angle, nose down and tail up. The person inside would be in a position like they were standing in the pod if they were awake.

Yasmin entered the room and walked over to a computer console screen that lit up as she approached.

Major stood at the entrance to the room and marveled at the good condition of the pod. It looked exactly like the one he was in when he left his world just a few months ago. He walked slowly, reverently, to the pod and put his hands on the clear windscreen and looked in. His view was slightly obscured by the dust in the room as well as the light covering of frost inside the glass, an after effect of the hypersleep the life pod was using to preserve the life of Captain Amelia.

“Layla, is she alive?”

“Yes, she is Major Jake. She is in hypersleep and could be woken up at any time.”

Major looked over at Yasmin, pleading with his eyes for what to do.

“Layla, what protocols have you used for language?” Yasmin asked.

“We have taught her the local language.”

Major went to Yasmin, “Are you ok with this?”

“She is my family, I am fine with this.”

“Layla, initiate the revival sequence.” Major calls out.

“Acknowledged. Reviving pilot.” Layla says and begins the process of bringing Captain Amelia back.

Major and Yasmin walk over and stand at the side of the life pod and watch. The frost inside of the canopy clears away first. Then her skin tone warms, then there are a couple of flashes of light and the pilot’s chest starts to rise and fall. Then finally, the canopy hisses open and slides back.

The two tubes that were attached to the gauntlet that Amelia wore click and are retracted into the armrest of the chair. Major and Yasmin stand at her side as Captain Amelia wakes up and opens her eyes.

She sees the rock ceiling, feels the chair she is in and recognizes the life pod interior but can’t put the two things together. She then becomes aware of two people standing at her side and slowly turns her head to look at them.

They both smile. Genuine, happy smiles. Captain Amelia smiles back and speaks, or tries to speak. Her voice cracks and comes out as a raspy noise.

The man at her side, speaks first. “Wait, your vocal cords are dry. Take some water before you try to speak.” He reaches in, and pulls the water tube up and a spray of cool water coats her mouth. She swishes it around her mouth, then swallows it. It is cool and refreshing and brings instant relief to the dryness of her mouth and throat.

“Thank you.” she says, this time words come out.

The man slides the water tube back into the housing and then presses a couple of buttons and back of the chair moves to a sitting position.

Captain Amelia hears her muscles and joints pop and crack as they are moved for the first time. Captain Amelia groans then raises her arm and flexes her fingers and wrists. Both snap and crackle from the movement. She then flexes her neck, again more snapping and crackling.

“Would you like to get out now Captain?” the man asks her.

“Yes. Please.” Captain Amelia says.

The man, big and strong wearing a strange half shirt allowing almost full view of his hairy chest, reaches over the side of the pod and scoops her up and then lifts her out of the pod. He doesn’t try to set her on her feet yet, but instead holds her in his arms showing no strain in holding her at all.