Chapter 11

There were meetings upon meetings, still going on, with Charlie and several different branches of both the Omega One government, others of the planet Omega, and the Federation. The only real inconvenience was moving onboard the ship. It was determined that since we were spending so much time on board anyway, that it would be best during the final days to have the entire crew living on the Phoenix for the duration.

We had to clear the hangar a couple of times for Cissy’s pilots to bring their fighters on board, but that was a small issue causing few if any problems, and a lot of good training. The two or three times we needed someone outside the ship, they did so in space gear and performed well. I was really proud of my crew, and I hadn’t even left for our mission at that point.

The four of us became closer and closer as time went on, spending nearly every minute together. Uncle Zalen even referred to us once, in a large public meeting, as the Fearsome Foursome. Why, I will never know. Sella was beautiful and not at all intimidating, Son Lee was lithe and quite gorgeous herself, not at all scary, Charlie was just handsome and normal, and I was ... well, I was just short, albeit also cute, according to Charlie. In any case, the moniker was a bit exaggerated.

Our closeness, both emotionally and physically, was mainly a product of Sella and Son Lee not having any inhibitions, Charlie’s willingness to accept his fate, and my love for him mixed with my lust for the two amorous additions to our relationship. Sella came to spend plenty of time with Son Lee, giving Charlie and me adequate time to be alone, or at least be together, whether they were with us or not.

Son Lee started taking a liking to the taste of Charlie’s erection and anything she could get to squirt out of it. She seemed orally fixated on him, causing no end to my fears, at times, that I wouldn’t get him back in one piece. She never bit his manhood off, or even hurt him, but threatened do to so many times so that she could keep it with her as a ‘confection’ when she needed a snack. The woman was crazy over it, and him, thankfully.

Sella started practicing, well, more so perfecting, analingus, and found that while Son Lee was sucking his member down her throat, Sella could lick him in just the right spots behind his balls to make him ejaculate in a very short period of time. It wasn’t just Charlie, though. She loved rimming my little tushy, and absolutely adored licking the tall blue bombshell’s butt. That’s not all she did, naturally, but we all had our kinks, and that was hers.

We had taken the Phoenix out on several short jaunts, the last of which included a hyplex transition, testing all of the ship’s systems to their fullest. Upon our return from a two-day jaunt, we came back to find that there was in fact an insurrection occurring and that Andele’s family and their followers had put enough of a force together that they were making a move on the capital and the standing government of Supreme Leader Gasson.

A small portion of the Lambdan Army had been sent to support them in their efforts, having been told lies by Mandele Walls and his compatriots.

Sella received a call from Minta, her assistant researcher at the Intelligence Center, advising her that the Phoenix, Charlie, Son Lee, and myself were all prime targets and that plans were in the works to make sure we didn’t make our scheduled launch two weeks later.

Upon Sella notifying Papa of the situation, he called Uncle Zalen to inform him of what was happening and that he was surreptitiously sending us out in two days. We could provision the Phoenix with the supplies available at the spaceport and launch before their attack, or attacks, on us could be finalized.

We immediately briefed the ship’s command staff, told them to make it look like a normal stores requisitioning operation, but to get our lockers filled and prepare for departure within forty-eight hours. Charlie, Sella, Son Lee, Cissy, and I all shuttled down to the estate, most probably the last time for a while, leaving Bella in command of the ship and Sanda Tane and his men in charge of security. Their job was crucial at that point, with a very high threat level, and very intense intelligence data against us, but not enough to react to any specific threat as of yet.

We were met by the Supreme Leader, a few of his trusted cabinet secretaries, Papa, and Uncle Zalen. They provided us with some general orders as far as dealing with Alpha and our goals for helping them prosper, then told to stop by Omicron to update the Federation on our progress and told not to look back. The insurrection would either be put down, or there would be a civil war that we were not invited to attend.

“Your little cutter is not a game changer, as modern as it is, and you have just as important business to take care of elsewhere. Go to it, young lady. Godspeed,” Uncle Zalen said, kissing me on the forehead. Papa and I shared our salute, Charlie shook hands with those present, and we left.

Our shuttle bay, thankfully, was a sub compartment of the hangar the Phoenix was parked in. Once we were in the bay and it was pressurized, the cargo door between the bays opened just in time for us to hear a klaxon, several rounds of laser and projectile fire, and the cargo doors leading from the main bay to the space station proper slamming shut.

Captain Tane and one of his NCOs were helping another one of his security personnel, obviously wounded in his leg, on board the ship, and another one was covering their retreat from the doors back to the crew hatches. Sanda waved us on board, letting us know that anything less than expeditiously would be the wrong answer.

Bella was closing the ship up and ramping up the reactors in preparation for an immediate departure. She reported the attack to the Space Operations Center, who in turn contacted the people with who we had just met. Papa later said he knew he didn’t even have to look at the others when he gave Bella the order to leave as soon as we were back on board. What supplies we had, we had, and what we needed we could purchase on Omicron, or elsewhere, for all that mattered. What we lacked, if anything, we could live without for a short while.

The order from our commanders was to escape to Alpha as it were, and high-tail it out of the Omega system, maintaining the safety and security of the crew and the mission. So that’s what we did. I wasn’t even on the bridge yet when we were backing out of the hangar and preparing to depart the space station. Orders were orders, and as soon as the final crew hatch was closed and the hull was deemed secure, Bella gave the order to open the bay doors to deep space.

Station security let us know that they had five persons in custody and six deceased. They were identified as Lambdan Army and were sent to prevent the Phoenix from departing the space station at any cost. Their main plan was to prepare for and then attack in ten days. When they noticed more movement around the ship, they acted on that movement to prevent an early departure. Thankfully, they failed.

I assumed command upon arriving on the bridge, took the command chair, and thanked Bella for her actions. She did a bang-up job. I was already so happy to have her on board. I made an announcement to the crew letting them all know what happened, and that we’d be stopping on Omicron in a few days, then asked Cissy to make sure she had at least two aircrews on alert in case the insurgents had any spaceborne capabilities.

Omicron was a much shorter trip than it was all the way to Alpha. I had the quartermaster gather a complete inventory of what we had and what we missed by leaving early. I expected a report the next morning, but I got it an hour later. We would be stuck eating canned and frozen vegetables with our meals for the short term, however, the pallets of fresh and frozen meats, fresh fruits and breads, were already on board. Quite literally, there were two pallets of fresh vegetables, enough for several days into the trip, sitting outside the blast doors. By themselves. Everything else had been loaded before we got back from our meeting with our high command at the estate. That was a blessing.