Escape to Alpha
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 6
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
:: Spanking – noun - The act of hitting someone with the hand, usually several times on the bottom as a punishment or for sexual pleasure.::
I’ll have to admit, it was not looking good for the visiting team.
Charlie picked me up and took me to the hangar facility where my ship was being protected and stored. We went onboard, him following me up with a small leather bag and two cardboard tubes wrapped in tape, taped together, with a rope tied to them as a handle. He asked me to lock the bag away in a cabinet or something, as it contained a brass urn filled with Ronen’s ashes. I gladly took it and threw it, literally, into a small storage locker in the maintenance room. I locked the cabinet with the AIs notation of what it contained and tried to forget about the letch.
We then went to the rear of the ship, opened a hatch that led to the reactor room, and there at the rear of the room was the pin booster, complete with one broken and one bent tie rod.
“Tools and instructions? This looks pretty easy,” Charlie said. There was a work bench right next to the reactor, a large glass and metal ball with tubes and hoses running all over the place. “That is actually quite eerie looking, doll. Is it safe in here?”
“Pretty much. Don’t bump it with anything heavy or sharp and definitely not with anything heavy AND sharp. Like this wrench,” I said as I handed it to him. “The instructions say all eight bolts are to be torqued to eighty newton-meters. The torque wrench is in that top drawer there,” I said pointing it out to him. He had the tie rods replaced and the torque set in a half hour. He IS mechanically inclined. Good to know in mate material.
“Is that it?”
“According to the instructions, we’re supposed to idle it and ask the AI to run through the gimbal testing protocol. Want to have your people open the doors a bit? Maybe four meters on either side of the discharge port?”
“Sure, hang on,” he said, going to do just that. Before he went down the ladder, he yelled back at me, “Commander, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“GO, Charlie! We’re just going to idle it. It won’t even push the craft at idle.” He listened and took care of our needs. I could see through the two small aft observation ports that the hangar doors were plenty well clear of the blast zone. I walked back up front, looked down the hatch and told him to have his people stay clear of the rear of the ship, then when he got back onboard and up to the control panel, I showed him how to idle the pin booster and run the tests through the AI. We felt a little vibration, but that was it. It passed with all tests at one hundred percent nominals. I shut down the booster and set the reactor to absolute minimums.
“You, my wonderful man, were amazing,” I told him, pulling him by his pretty blue tie toward me. He was one of those men that looked really good in uniform. I was in my flight suit, so ... Anyway, he didn’t have as much to look at as I did, but he took me in his arms and kissed me.
“You could have done that, couldn’t you?”
“I did it in flight training. We have to fix just about everything before we graduate. The one I replaced the rods on wasn’t broken, though, and from what I understand, if they break, they don’t always go back together right. We were lucky.”
“So does that make me your mechanic?” he asked, with a smirk.
“No, it means you just learned how to do something, one of the thousands of things an Omega One Spacecraft Operator needs to learn before anyone turns them loose with a ship. You are on your way, though, dear. There’s only three more years of training.”
“Oh, brother.”
“Tell him. He’ll be proud.” He kissed me again. When I got my breath back, I told him, “Let’s go. We’re done here. While we were working on that, the AI reported no other issues with the craft. Do we have enough time to pay the gentlemen that made our parts?”
“Sure. Let’s run downtown and see what they say.”
The ‘gentlemen’ that made the tie rods were two twenty something girls, fresh out of machinist’s school, a trade school, as opposed to a college of book learning. The reason they got the task was their recent testing and qualifications dealing with the alloys used in the parts. They were fresh and knew what they were doing, hence the successful operational and stress testing of the parts.
“Colonel Collins, welcome to our humble little shop. Seems we get a lot of these little reproduction jobs for you. We’re looking forward to it and are glad to help.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Perkins. We appreciate it. We know it’s hard to mass produce anything if you only need two or three of them.”
“Understood. These were a little special according to the specs, so I put these gals on it. Cindy, Kathy, this is the base commander over at Eisenhower. It was a job for one of their planes.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” the first one said. The other was too shy to say anything at all. She was a cute girl, though.
Charlie replied, “Nice to meet you ladies as well. This is Chalen. She’s the pilot of the plane we were working on. She needs to speak to the manager in his office for a bit, but we wanted to tell you both that we thank you for your magnificent work. The rods worked fine, and the ship is back up and operational.”
The girls tittered and nodded, and after being excused, went back to their workstations, whispering and looking back at us. So cute.
In the office, Charlie asked Mr. Perkins, “Fred, have you ever dealt in gold before?”
“Actually, I have. We have a customer who doesn’t trust the new dollars, even though they’ve been solvent for how long now? Centuries, anyway. In any case, is that what’s up?”
“Yes, sir. I have two one-hundred gram bars for you,” I told him. “Charlie told me at current prices, that’s about five hundred dollars more than the cost of the parts.”
“Oh, no problem. You need change!”
“Oh, no, sir. I’d rather you give each of those wonderful girls a couple hundred of it and keep a hundred for yourself as a sign of my appreciation. The quality of the work and the fast turnaround was appreciated.”
“That was also built into the original price, young lady. We don’t work for free here. Quick, good, or cheap. Pick any two. That’s still true to this day.”
“In that case, enjoy the tiny windfall. And accept my thanks for a job well done.” I reached out for his hand to shake it. It was accepted gratefully, as well as gracefully.
“Thank you for your kindness, ma’am. I’m sure those ladies will appreciate it as well. I’ll take care of it for you. Colonel, thank you for the business.”
We left on that note, everybody happy about everything.
“I didn’t expect that, Charlie.”
“Neither did I. I expected some grisly old man with a crooked engineer’s hat and greasy fingers, chewing on a straw or something. Not a couple of cherubs in blue aprons and pedal pushers with bows in their hair.”
“They were cute.”
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