Chapter 4

I woke up a few hours later to the feeling of something wet and warm moving around my cock. I couldn’t place it as first, as tired as I was. It slowly came to me, however, that it was alternately a tongue and mouth working over my hard length. That realization caused me to open my eyes and sit up partway, propping myself up on my elbows to see Cyan awkwardly trying to work my cock over. She was enthusiastic, but unskilled.

“That’s enough for now, Cyan. Time for it later,” I said, a definite regretful tone in my voice as I tried to figure out why she could move as she rocked back and knelt at the end of the bed. All I could come down on is that my personality changes had either broken my control, or I had let go of her mind before falling asleep. I shrugged it off and stood up, stretching my arms wide.

“Are you unhappy with my performance Sir,” Cyan asked, a touch of fear in her voice.

“Not at all Cyan. But we’ll have plenty of time for that enroute to Vandar. Right now, we both need to get dressed. Go down to Medbay and retrieve your belonging. Amanda, unlock the XO stateroom. I assume you scanned Cyan in her sleep and began to process an environment suit for her?”

“Your assumption is correct Captain. Three new suits have been produced. The Station Control has cleared our request for departure, and the dock workers will be finished in fifteen minutes at their current pace. Our bay is isolated by security forces, but station blueprints indicate two entrances that have been left uncovered,” Amanda reported as Cyan left the room and I stepped into the refresher to clean up quickly, not more than a quick wet cloth scrubbed over my cock, balls, and legs to remove the worst of the dried mess as I promised myself a shower once in Jump.

“The Syndicate probably spent some money and has people in place to try and rush the ramp before it’s secured. Any word from Dwyer?”

“No Captain.”

“Very well. Warm up the engines, and our defensive systems. Sign off on the manifest as soon as the last crate is loaded and signal our desire to depart as soon as possible. Let’s get out of here,” I said, pulling on a fresh envirosuit. I grabbed the dirty clothes I’d shed earlier, extracted by belt, holster, and jacket from the pile and dumped the rest into a bin that would launder them clean. My jacket I tossed over my desk chair on the way out of the cabin, and by the time I was on the bridge, I had my belt and weapons in place. I slid into my chair and began to go over the pre-flight checklist, verifying internal systems were online and reporting correctly.

Cyan walked in a few minutes later and looked around the cramped bridge. She looked delicious in her skin-tight blue envirosuit, and I motioned for her to sit in the navigation station, on the other side of the central console from me.

“Have you had navigation training?”

“Only the basics. The Syndicate has an extensive team of pilots and navigators, so we rely on them for most travel.”

“Alright. Amanda will do most of the work, access the training routines, top right menu, and start learning. You need a role on this ship beyond bodyguard and cocksleeve.”

Cyan turned a brilliant crimson at that, but I watched her delicate hands pull up the Navigational training programs regardless. Amanda materialized behind me, looking worried. “Captain, Station control has denied our departure request, and have slated us to depart in thirty minutes, after a cargo inspection. However, a cargo inspection has already taken place, signed on the manifest by one Mr Joseph Therioux.”

“Forward the information to Dwyer and the Station Commander. Send the Commander a copy of our contract, along with our original departure time. Let’s shake some trees here, I can feel the tension out there.”

“Information forwarded,” Amanda reported, and then tilted her head to one side slightly. “Ms Dwyer’s comm-link has gone active, in Station Medical. She is attempting to contact us.”

“Put her through,” I commanded, slipping more into my commanding role, rather than a loose and free cargo captain. When Vivian appeared on the monitor, her face told part of a tale. She had one black eye, her lip was swollen and I could see the hospital gown on her shoulders. I could also hear a doctor in the background arguing with someone else that she needed rest, not to play hero.

“Hey there Edward. Dropped us in the soup this time.”

“Viv, are you alright,” I asked, and she knew that I wasn’t talking about the physical.

“Yea, the lead you dropped me didn’t appreciate me snooping into his business, and his arrest got heated. I’m the worst hurt on our side, but this little crime issue should be shut down for good.”

I frowned at her, trying to read between the lines and failing impressively. “Then why can’t I depart the station. Somebody is playing with the docking schedule and inspections,” my words trailed off as the picture became clear. My right hand cut off Vivian’s reply, and I’d hear about that the next time I came through, I was sure. “Amanda, access Aerian subroutines. Bump us to the next departure sequence, sound the departure alarms and activate launch sequence as soon as the platform is clear. Scramble the codes and restore them when we’re clear. Use the VISTA codes we received for access.”

“Confirmed Captain, please standby for launch.”

Cyan looked at me, clearly confused. “What the hell is a VISTA code?”

“VISTA is a top-secret bio-medical project that the Aerian’s worked on. It was meant to find a way to negate telepathic interference on a subject, and to do that they needed to do brain scans of people before, during and after a lengthy capture. I was a volunteer on the project, and the codes stayed in the ship. They allow me to override certain security failsafes in certain facilities,” I explained quickly, glossing over a great many details as I finished the pre-flight. I saw people running away from the ship as the platform alarms went off. A minute later, the platform began to move, and blaster fire erupted from the catwalks. The blaster fire did nothing to Shadowhawk of course. Handheld blaster weaponry isn’t meant to rupture a hull. You need high grade military weaponry to do that, but it was a good expression of rage, I’m sure.

“Captain, Station Control is instructing us to follow station overrides and remain in place while they handle the malfunction that has raised our platform,” Amanda notified me.

“Acknowledge their signal and continue with launch procedures. If they think this is a malfunction, all the better for us. Once we’re outside we can proceed to our jump point and let them sort this whole mess out.” I watched the central docking channel come into view, the massive pressure doors already opening as Shadowhawk lifted off the platform. As the landing gear stowed itself, we began to move forward. I let Amanda and the station computer fight that battle, and looked to my console, preparing for the short flight that would be needed until Amanda could plot a course to the outer edge of the system. Shadowhawk cleared the docking channel and proceeded on the course set by the station computer. Edward turned his eyes to the sensors and found nothing unusual or troublesome.