Escape to Alpha
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young officer in an alien planet’s military space force is sent with two other space explorers back to the supposed origin of mankind a millennium or so after it was thought to be decimated. Alpha, they called it. Due to extenuating circumstances, when she arrived on Alpha, or Earth as we know it, she was alone. Not knowing, and even fearing what she would encounter upon landing, it turned out pretty well. Pretty well for her and for what was left of Earth’s severely diminished population.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic BiSexual Military Science Fiction Aliens Space Polygamy/Polyamory Politics
Having the pin booster fail during our descent into the atmosphere of the Planet of Origin, known to us as Alpha, caused the shuttle to tumble wildly. Once the emergency stabilization system regained control of the little vessel, I looked over to the captain’s chair, only to see him half hanging out of the cushioned pedestal, obviously broken in half, if not more. His restraints, for the most part, were hanging loosely about him. The human body cannot achieve the angles his limbs were attaining without being fractured and bent inordinately beyond survival.
It was then that I counted my stars of good fortune and contemplated my future. Having been the second of the team of three to make the journey back to the planet of our origin, thousands of years after our species had been rumored to be very possibly absconded with as slaves from this very place, was, to say the least, a horrid experience so far.
It wasn’t three weeks after our departure from Omega that our ship’s captain, the son of the sovereign leader of Omega One, raped and killed our third crew member. Her crime, you ask? She questioned his true qualifications, other than being nobility, to captain the crew of the messenger vehicle. She never liked the man. Venal was a beautiful woman. She was smart as a whip, quick with her wit, but she had one failing. She underestimated the vile capabilities of the spoiled, pretentious, entitled piece of excrement that was our commanding officer.
Upon her asking the question, he quite literally turned red with anger, reached out for her throat, and with one hand grasping her there, ripped her togs from her body, and raped her, leaning her backwards over the command console. She was dead before he reached his climax, withdrawing his erection and shooting his seed all over her midsection. If I had been awake during the incident, I would have killed him before he had a chance to finish, but with what the video showed, she was dying soon after he grabbed her neck, squeezing, crushing, and collapsing her larynx beyond repair.
It was an extremely tense three days before we entered the atmosphere of Alpha, me walking on eggshells to keep from angering him further, and him not again mentioning the incident or the reason for the absence of Venal from our daily lives. Upon me questioning him, he claimed she died in her sleep and the AI informed him that her body needed to be spaced, or ejected from our craft, lest the decomposition cause us to become ill. Total lies, of course, but there was no way I was going to confront him without a weapon and the element of surprise. Ronen was almost two meters tall, and extremely strong. I was fairly small, petite, even for our people, smaller by any measure even than Venal, and would never have been able to protect myself from his wrath.
It was all moot now, since he proved Venal’s entire point by being lazy and not properly restraining himself during entry into the atmosphere of Alpha. Too many things can go wrong, even if they rarely do, to take a chance like not using all restraints available. He merely buckled the lap portion of his harness, which ninety-nine-point nine percent of the time works quite well. One tenth of one percent, that ‘one chance in hell’ people refer to, quite literally broke him in half, just above his pelvis, dislocated both shoulders, and snapped his neck. It truly could not have happened to a more deserving fellow. Footage of the command console recordings will most certainly be shared with my superiors very soon.
So, anyway, here I was, Lieutenant Commander Chalen Vorn, Omega United Planetary Defense Command, alone on the spacecraft sent from Omega to deliver a message from our planet’s leaders. The message? Humanity had persevered and was alive and well on several worlds, Omega being one of those, and the most populated.
Gamma, Epsilon, and Theta also hosted humans, as well as other sentient species, but were only considered outposts and not the center of humanity as a species. Omicron and Omega were considered true bastions of humanity, with Omega being considered the current center of the universe as far as humans were concerned. Omicron was at one time, but a thousand years past, explorers found a much larger, more serene, place to call home. Many made the trek, emigrating to Omega and since then, for many reasons, it has become the paramount location in the eyes of all concerned.
Abundant natural resources, mild weather, and perfect atmosphere combined to give the human race a home with a more welcome environment than even Alpha, the place once called Earth in the Sol One system.
The Grand Federation of Governments, the GFG, asked the leadership of Omega One, the most advanced and capable of all human enclaves, as well as that of all other known species, to deliver the message. They paid us handsomely in resources, metals and crystals of all kinds, to attempt the mission.
The advent of drives capable of reaching faster than light acceleration for hours at a time made it possible to cover the vast amounts of space in hardly any time at all, in relation to past capabilities. The breakthrough was also dependent on protecting the craft and preventing the crew from dissolving into dust at the time of launch, so that should also be mentioned. The mere existence of the force field and subsequent shielding provided by that technology far surpassed any defensive capabilities known until then.
One shortcoming of the technology was the fact the pin booster propulsion system could not be fired through it, hence the tumbling and rough ride which occurred to us as we re-entered the Alpha atmosphere with said failed pin booster. It failed and became uncontrollable, making it impossible to steer the shuttle, shortly after activation.
Luckily, as I looked down on the Planet of Origin, I saw great expanses of land. Knowing I had to keep my craft intact for a return trip, I needed to find a long, hard, flat stretch of terrain on which to ease her down. The worst of it was doing so without the pin booster. It was not much different from landing an uncooperative atmospheric oriented aircraft without it.
It took a couple of orbits, but I located an actual landing ribbon, almost seven kilometers long. It looked new, and manmade, and was outside of what appeared to be a small city. On the third orbit, I allowed the AI to assist with adjusting minimums and approached the ribbon for landing.
I didn’t think I was welcome, and as my heart climbed into my throat, I prepared to meet a fate similar to my commander, Ronen, and my friend, Venal. It didn’t look good for The PDCS Omega Messenger, nor for what little remained of her crew.
I was met by several land vehicles, all of which had red and blue lights flashing, and people near them. Yes! HUMANS! PEOPLE! YEAY!
With a vehicle stopping me from moving far from the big landing ribbon, I was able to at least pull off of and away from it, and park. I locked the front wheels, then shut down everything but the basic electrical system, making sure all recording devices were operating. Hopefully the AI could help me if I had problems communicating with the people here.
Once the craft was quietly idling, I opened the lower hatch and exited down the egress ladder. With my hands up, and being unarmed, I was hoping not to get killed just trying to make contact. I left the sidearm behind since I was outnumbered a hundred to one and had no chance in a firefight. It would almost always be worn off the ship but in this circumstance, it seemed senseless and even a bit self-defeating.
A tall man, almost half a meter taller than my diminutive frame, approached me. “How do you communicate?” he asked, holding his hands out and to the sides.
I saw the familiar rank insignia on his shoulders. “Excuse my insolence, and forward attitude, colonel, or captain, as you may be, but I speak like this whenever possible,” I told him, smiling as the possibility of a normal conversation came to mind. “I come in peace with a message from Omega and the Grand Federation of Governments.”
He laughed. “That should work. Are you armed?”
“No, sir. My sidearms and long guns are on board, but it didn’t look prudent to wear them down here. I think I’m outnumbered.”
“I think so, too. I am Colonel Collins. I will be the only person you are to communicate with until advised otherwise. Is that understood?” he asked.
I nodded. “My name is Chalen Vorn. I am a Lieutenant Commander, Omega One Planetary Defense Command.”
“It is good to meet you, I think. I’m going to have your craft towed. Do we need to do anything special, or can we just pull it over to those hangars?” Using his thumb, he gestured to an area behind him.
“I’ll need to release the apron brake on the front wheels.”
He nodded, then looked over to one of his men. “Sergeant Foster, following her directions, enter her craft and maintain control while she shows you what she needs to do, then performs the function of releasing the brake.”
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