Escape to Alpha
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 13
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
Our quarters were quite adequate, according to Son Lee, the rest of us never having much more than we could get at a nice hotel anywhere else, so anything was fine. Yes, Nana’s estate was a little on the grand side, but our living quarters weren’t all that special, or overly spacious, either one. Being confined to the dimensions of a single king size bed didn’t hurt us at all, considering each two of us, when sleeping or trying to sleep only took up the space of approximately one and a half bodies, since we were generally hanging all over each other trying to maintain the loving touch of our mates as we did so.
While I was down on the ground, working with Son Lee and Charlie setting up long range plans and projects for Alpha’s benefit, mostly technological issues relating to the use of both their near space and that vast void between Omega and Alpha, Bella’s given task was to show some of their military and civilian leaders what life was like away from their mother Earth. Thunderbird Two was assigned to shuttle personnel back and forth to the Phoenix, rotating crew members and taking Earth’s representatives up for tours and demonstrations, including lengthy video presentations of life on Omega.
Word of our arrival had been announced to the general public, but the announcements were made in a more, open, honest, and realistic manner. ‘Humans return to Earth’, started the headlines. ‘Help has arrived’, was another one. Based on those, and similar ‘non-threatening’, ‘assistance oriented’ media releases, our return was a bit more palatable for the general public, and as researchers found that our being there was more and more accepted and less feared, we started to become more and more public.
While the fear of another cataclysmic incursion by vile omnivorous beasts was still quite real, our presence and the press releases surrounding us, calmed most of Earth’s people. There was still the small faction in the background that wanted to assume power and therefore the riches that could be gleaned from wielding that power in a selfish manner.
We were never physically attacked on base; however, there were times when Charlie, Son Lee, and I, were accosted by members of the anti-democratic group. We found that the only time Sella was in danger of being assaulted was when she was with us, as she seemed to blend into the public, her appearance being so much less out of the ordinary. She was just a normal blonde of normal Earthling height, weight, and general appearance. She was outlandishly beautiful, but so were a lot of other women running around Abilene, Wichita, and Manhattan.
All of our crewmembers were that way, though. They blended into the populace, and could go shopping, or sightseeing, or to movies, or do whatever else they wanted, as long as they didn’t draw attention to themselves. Fred’s security forces had issued all of our crew members military identification the same as everyone else on base had, using fictitious identification numbers. We didn’t see a need at that point to integrate our personnel into their long-term healthcare and retirement system, so that was about the only difference. No one without real-time access to their national databases would ever be the wiser.
The Abilene Police Department had to be briefed on the situation with the identification after an incident where one of our young crew members was accosted by some delinquents at an eatery frequented by young adults. Three ruffians approached a group of our women who had gone out together for dinner. It was all very innocent until one of the three local boys got a bit possessive with one of the Omega One girls. While she was trying to fend off the unwanted attention, two of our male crew members, who just happened to be part of the security detachment, moved to protect her and her friends. What ensued could only be called a fray, a short-lived fray at that. The two men were attacked by the three locals when they interceded and had to subdue and neutralize the threat to themselves and the girls.
No permanent physical damage was done, but those three boys won’t be approaching strange girls with their cocky attitudes for quite some time. Our security people were polite, following orders given by the police department as they were arrested, taken downtown, booked, and subsequently released when Captain Tane was notified of the problem. The Base Security Police commander and Captain Tane knew each other well at that point, and both went down to straighten the matter out. Once Major Blake Francis, the Eisenhower Chief of Security Police and Sanda met with the Abilene PD Shift Commander, our men were released with no animus at all. That was the point when a camaraderie between the three organizations was first struck, becoming an important relationship for our entire stay on Earth. Abilene Police had worked with Major Francis several times, so they already had a working relationship. Once Sanda was introduced to the local police, that relationship blossomed as well.
Interestingly, the girl who was accosted fell in love with one of the security guys that helped them out and several months later I married them aboard the ship. I’ll let them tell their own story, though. It wasn’t the only case of love happening within the crew, naturally. We even had a couple of cases of our young men being lured into loving and lasting relationships with local girls. I guess that happens pretty much no matter who or where you are, though. Love happens. Charlie and I, and Sella, and Son Lee, are living proof of that.
Cissy’s crews were running deep scans around the perimeter of the established areas that hadn’t been disturbed by the Scalar incursion. The location of where a few of the larger cities used to be located, Kansas City, Topeka, Denver, and such were pointed out as locations to try to use the separators. The thought was that if there were stores of stockpiles of different things humanity needed, it would be easier to pull that out of the rubble for use. That was a bonanza. Large stockpiles of already processed metals like steel, titanium, aluminum, copper, and brass, and in a few cases, large deposits of gold had been disturbed and scattered. Within a fifty or so meter area several pounds of gold, or silver, or in a couple of cases lead and platinum were found. Charlie said they were probably banks, or smelters, or manufacturing plants, or something similar, so our planning out the scans in advance was paying off.
Son Lee told Brad, the Earth president, that since it was working so well, there would be more of them coming. They weren’t just for finished metals, either. They could find most specific substances or group of substances and handle large quantities of them if need be. While there was probably a lot of material out there to recycle, ores for different and sundry metals could also be collected and used in whatever existing mills or plants they had producing finished products.
A month later, things seemed to be going pretty well for all concerned. The engineers we assigned to help the space people on the base were able to show the locals how to copy and produce a small rocket strong enough to launch a message torpedo. The little boosters could put a torpedo into the thermosphere and above the Karman Line where the torpedo’s reactor could generate power putting it into hyplex transition and send it home to Omega, or Omicron, if need be. They also helped design a secondary payload for their GPS satellites that would sense a torpedo arriving in system and command it to align itself with the base’s coordinates and drop itself down via parachute and boosters, landing in the field between base operations and the active runway. That would make it easy to recover and decipher its contents. It would only be needed when there was no spacecraft in orbit, but I felt it was best to use the system as if we weren’t here.
Progress was definitely being made. Relationships were being made as well. On one occasion, while entering our suites on board the ship, Charlie and Sella caught Lieutenant Colonel John Thompson, the local flying wing deputy commander, coming out of Bella’s quarters as they were headed into ours. Charlie and Sella said they just greeted the man, said, ‘Hello’, in passing, and let it go. What were they going to say? Cissy had already been seen at the Officer’s Club wearing an evening dress and high heels while dining with John’s boss, Colonel Tracy Bunton, who was wearing a suit and tie. Yes, progress was being made in more ways than one.
I was able, with the assistance of a real estate agent recommended by Fred and his wife, to find a small estate with a nice fairly new house sitting on it. It was just a bit outside of the base. The payment was made with Omega One emeralds, rubies, gold and platinum from the ship. The equivalent of two hundred thousand credits, one hundred and fifty thousand Earth dollars was all it took for us to purchase the nice ranch style house along with a couple of outbuildings, and thirty acres of land with a pond and some nice, wooded areas.
We were way under budget, especially since the housing would be for all three of us, as well as Charlie himself. In order to keep paperwork to a minimum, I accompanied him to a financial institution where they had a jeweler and a metallurgist meet with us. We sorted out several 500-gram bars of gold, 100-gram bars of platinum, and some jewels the jeweler bought from us. We deposited three hundred thousand dollars into Charlie’s bank account, had him buy the house, and start little accounts for the three of us. That should keep us out of trouble for a while.
Furnishing the house was an exercise in learning as well as decorating. None of us had ever purchased a house before, Charlie always living on base since losing his parents, and all three of his women have always had furnished apartments, so the whole house furniture purchasing exercise had never come up. A chair here, a throw pillow there, yes, but not rooms full of beds, dressers, couches, tables, and all that goes with all of that. Luckily, Charlie sweet talked a pretty girl at a furniture store to help us with everything. Her constant smiles and ability to put up with three women deciding on everything was explained later when Charlie told us she was probably working on commission. The more we bought, the more she made. Aha!
Once the furniture was in place, the king-sized bed got a thorough workout. We were in complete privacy, a half mile off the main road, well off the beaten path. We no longer had to worry about Sella’s little screams, my sharply uttered profanities, or Son Lee’s guttural grunts, waking or otherwise disturbing the residents in the rooms near ours. No, we were out and away from everything, with no one to bother and no one to bother us. Almost.
About a week into being in our new house, we had visitors of the unwelcome kind. There were still those against having aliens on the planet, and they remembered Charlie was around one of them several months ago. They must have somehow found out he purchased the place and had been surveilling our house. One evening when we pulled up, there were a couple of vehicles there, with four men awaiting our arrival.
They confronted Charlie, trying to intimidate both him and us. After they had been told to leave us alone and depart the premises, else we call the authorities, and without them heeding the instructions, Sella pulled a small laser pistol out of her purse and burned a hole in one of their vehicles’ wheel covers. She didn’t want to disable the vehicle, lest they couldn’t go away, but they got the message when she pointed the pistol and the one doing all the talking and threatening Charlie. “You’re next. It’s messier on a body than it is on metal.” The men yelled obscenities at us and left, saying it wasn’t the last we would see of them and their friends.
Son Lee took pictures of the vehicles and all four of the men, then as they were leaving, she called Sanda, sending him the information, and asked him to have them checked out. Sanda wanted to know why, and within an hour, two vehicles, each with one Omega One security officer and one security policeman from the base were stationed on our access road. It was in the county, Charlie said, and not Abilene Police Department’s responsibility, but the Sheriff’s department was shorthanded, so Brad authorized the Air Force security men to help out for now.
We were back to not being able to go anywhere without our security personnel protecting us. This was not the way we were hoping to live for the rest of our lives, but between the troublemakers on Earth and the insurrectionists back home on Omega, it was looking like we were the target of way too many people’s ire, and not getting a lot of love from the local xenophobes.
Charlie and Son Lee sat us both down, Sella and me, and explained that VIPs, whether private citizens or government bigwigs, very often had to have security because you can’t make everyone happy all the time, and there is always someone who doesn’t like what you are doing or what you stand for.
“Son Lee, I understand all that,” Sella said.
“Then remember, honey, you are the one they are upset about. I am, Chalen is. Charlie is with us and represents all that is bad from outer space. We are the enemy to some of these people, and there is nothing we can do about it, except kill them with kindness and hope the naysayers change their minds. Until then, we deal with it.”
Charlie floored us both and cracked Son Lee up with laughter when he said, “Yeah, girls, put on your big girl panties, buck up, and deal with it. You are now Very Important People, with a capital V, I, and P, and have to deal with the consequences. At least they weren’t shooting at us this time like they were back at your home, you know?”
He had a point.
“Oh,” he said, “I also want all three of you to carry one of those pistols like Sella has if we have enough of them. Security can only do so much and be in so many places at one time. By the way, Sella, thank you for pulling that little trick. Good job on not ruining the truck, too. No need to make them any more mad than they already were by disabling their vehicle. In any case, thank you for being Sella on the spot. Son Lee, are you comfortable with that? I know Sella knows how to operate one, and I went through training with Chalen, so I know she does.”
“Yes. The basics. We have to train every two years when assigned to the Federation field offices. It’s mainly in case we are in a hostile environment for self-preservation of the embassy, be it Federation or Tyreen, in my case.”
“Good,” he said, then looked back at me. “Chalen, babe, can you see that she gets one, too?”
“Yes, Charlie, and you as well. I know you sometimes have your projectile weapon, but I’d rather you had both, and these aren’t very bulky.”
So, we ‘cowboyed up’ as Major Francis called it, and each of us was carrying a weapon from that time on. It didn’t make me feel any better about the situation, but we were probably safer than without them.
Our engineers had helped the Eisenhower Space Operations people, Roger Woods, and his crew, launch a message torpedo back to Omega One, and a couple of weeks later, retrieve a returning torpedo. Son Lee also asked for one to be launched on her behalf back to the Federation Headquarters. They did so and got return messages back as well. The transmission and reception of the torpedoes was the most important project we had going, and it was a complete success. Too bad all the news that was the news wasn’t all good news.
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