Gabatrix: the Forgotten
Copyright© 2026 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 5: Desperate Communication
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5: Desperate Communication - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Batrice Crisis, humanity launches an expedition to establish contact with the unknown alien race known as the Venermax. However, Doctor Theron, the lead scientist behind the mission, has vanished. It will be up to the Doctor and his friends to solve the mysteries laid forth as Theron tries not to perish in hell itself. Story contains: Sci-fi, Future, Drama, Survival, Action, Light Horror/Psychological Thriller, Human/Alien(s), M/F, Sex, Love, Interspecies
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Mystery Science Fiction Aliens Space
“Adjust the frequency again,” Doctor Yasmine said.
“I have, Doctor,” the worn-out comms officer replied. He tapped a button on the console. “It’s the same results as before...”
The interior bridge of the centripetal ring was mostly small, serving as a basic command center for the UHN Cassini without leaving the confines of the spinning rings. While innovative for the vessel, it still posed its own set of challenges for the crew.
The room itself was not particularly big. It consisted of three main consoles in a square block room. There were three display panels on the front, left, and right sides, with the exit being directly behind, along with a few other chairs on the side bulkhead. With this ship being a research vessel, very little was provided for other important stations, including even combat. The navigation console, operated by a young, lanky Cebravin, remained at his seat and stayed quiet. The other console, the main operations console, was operated by the current bridge officer, Ensign Aoto. The Japanese figure sat by his station with Yasmine standing right next to him, almost hovering over the man’s shoulder. The main bridge chair was currently unoccupied.
The displays showed the cameras that provided live feeds of the outside space environment. Planet Venter’na remained ahead. The forward camera has zoomed in on the far-distant world. From the console, Yasmine could see the digital feed that provided details of the Venermax fleets that orbited closely to its planet. However, she gave off a hint of frustration. Every action on her part seemed utterly futile. Aoto seemed to show signs of fatigue.
“No response,” the officer replied.
“Anything from the Sensor Opa ... Operations Room?” Yasmine asked.
“Sensor Operations Center ... you can just call it SOC for short. No, their data is right there,” he said, pointing at the screen on his console. “Everything they’re processing is sent straight to my console. As you can see, there’s no changes from Venter’na or their fleets.”
“Come on...,” she said, putting her hands to her hips. “It’s set to the same frequency as before ... there’s still nothing?”
“I’ve been setting the communication feed processor to send off the same UWA greeting message in triplicate, once every two minutes. What you see is the same result.”
“How? Doctor Theron managed to activate that hatch using the same settings we’re using right now. Are we simply out of range?”
“Nope. Their fleets have been picking up our messages every forty seconds after we broadcast them. The messages reach the planet in two minutes.”
The door to the bridge opened up, causing Yasmine to turn around. The person who entered the room was Doctor Gaunting. He walked up and stood not far from Yasmine and Aoto.
“Maybe...,” Yasmine said. “Maybe try to send the message you sent before ... your voice...”
“I don’t understand,” Aoto replied.
“Maybe...,” Yasmine was practically flapping her hands. “Maybe the Venermax are triggered by different tones in our voice. If we send the same exact greeting message to them, it sounds like background noise to them ... send the call to the Doctor ... your message...”
“Again?”
“Yes, again...”
Aoto almost sighed. “Alright...,” the officer tapped a button to activate the long-range comms. “Doctor Theron, do you read? Theron, please respond...”
There was a pause as Aoto closed out the channel. There was a short pause as Yasmine waited.
“Still trying, huh?” Gaunting remarked.
“It’s so frustrating...,” Yasmine said. “Theron managed to get some sort of response from the Venermax. He’s managed to accomplish more than we ever had ... and now he’s gone...”
“He’ll be alright...”
“How?”
“He just is. If the Venermax wanted to hurt him, they would’ve hurt all us. We were on their planet. We were the invaders, yet they didn’t attack us.”
“What if it was something he triggered ... like some ancient machine?”
“It’s possible, but something tells me if we triggered something down there, it wouldn’t be selective in how they did it.”
“I don’t know ... we weren’t invaders, Gaunting.”
“They might not see it that way. There’s also something that we haven’t considered as well. We might be looking at the Venermax the same way they see us.”
“And that would be?”
Gaunting gestured to the screen. “We see nothing on the surface, yet we’re picking up life. The Venermax might be seeing something very similar to us. They might be picking up something, but they can’t make sense of it either.”
“But, how? They should see us. Our ship is right here. We were on the surface. Everything about us, they would see us as clear as day. How can we be invisible to them?”
“Maybe it’s the same problems we had back on Earth. How many times have there been reports of people being kidnapped by aliens? Yet, nobody would believe them. What about the strange frequencies and radiation bursts Earth got through its time? How many times have we just considered it background noise when it might have been some potential alien signal from some random planet in the middle of nowhere? UFO sightings, sometimes caught on camera, are considered fakes or just natural phenomena that fool our eyes. What about AI imaging that would randomly create things, disguising the potential idea that what the people might be seeing was an actual spaceship when it’s something made up? We’ve been taught to ignore the obvious, Yasmine. Our attention spans are too limited at times, causing us to miss it. The Venermax might have the very same problems as we do. We can literally stand right in front of their noses, and they still can’t see us.”
Yasmine put her hand to her forehead. “Aoto ... anything?” she asked him.
Aoto shook his head. “Nothing ... no response,” he said.
The female scientist was aghast. She practically turned around and faced Gaunting.
“What about the star?” She asked. “Is it somehow interfering with our messages?”
Gaunting shook his head. “I’ve done my research. The star is emitting high radiation, but it wouldn’t block our messages.”
“If anything...,” Aoto added. “We actually have some of the best comms and sensor equipment on any ship. A battleship might have a little bit of an issue, but with us? We can tell if our messages are getting through or not.”
“What if there is some sort of radiation that is blocking it? The star has to interfere somehow...”
“No,” Gaunting said. “Aoto is correct. The Venter Star is more intense than Sol is, but it’s still just a star. I’ve had a chance to analyze this system pretty well, and they all show the same thing. The magnetosphere of Venter’na is slightly stronger than Earth’s and can handle the more intense solar flares. That’s why there’s life on it now. It could be argued that it could interfere with our comms, but there are no solar flares that are hitting the planet at this time.”
“How old is it?”
“This star? It’s an F-Type class borderline near an A-Type about halfway through its lifespan. It still has about 130 million years at its current burn rate before it’ll expand into a red giant. Once that happens ... Venter’na will become very much like Venus is to us.”
“Less time for life to develop...”
“It’s true. However, we don’t normally get a chance to evaluate much life development in larger stars like this because there are fewer stars of this type in general. Venter’na is still within the habitable zone of its parent star. Ironically, life as we know it would more likely develop here than on a planet in a red dwarf system like Aphadus. Aphadus is still an enigma for us in how life can flourish in an area where solar flares can be even more intense than here. Granted that the star they have is much more stable than a lot of others. But, to answer your question, there wouldn’t be too much here that could block our communications. Even our earlier message probes here didn’t seem to have any problems either. The only thing that I can say, though, is that we are in a calm period for Venter’s star.”
“There’s no solar flares hitting the planet ... what would happen if it did?”
“The simulations I’ve done all say the same thing. It would be similar to all planets with a magnetosphere and atmosphere. However, these flares are higher level than Sol’s. I do think that...”
The door of the bridge slid open. Captain Nimol entered, causing the conversation to come to a grinding halt.
The Batrician seemed to carry the same hollowed stern look to him, almost as if he sucked out all the life in the room. The XO followed close behind as Aoto turned his head lightly to see the CO.
“Captain on the bridge,” Aoto said.
“Not used to seeing the civies on the bridge,” Nimol said. “Why are they here?”
“Captain...,” the XO said, gesturing for him to be easy on his officers. Aoto turned his head lightly.
“Still trying to reach contact with the planet, sir,” Aoto replied.
“And what’s the status?” Nimol asked. He went and sat down on the main chair behind the two consoles.
“Still nothing, sir. All attempts to contact the Venermax have failed.”
“Well, Doctor Yasmine ... Doctor Gaunting ... It seems your expedition has only resulted in finding a dead race. We’d have better luck negotiating with the Aksren at this point.”
“They’re there,” Yasmine countered. “We just haven’t found the right way, yet.”
“While Doctor Theron is probably suffocating in some forgotten vent. Ensign Aoto, check the weapon status of the Cassini. Are the AIO turrets ready?”
The ensign paused as he looked at his readings. “Yes, sir. Weapons Department reports the modifications are now ready.”
“Good ... navigation lay in a course for close orbit of the planet over the same continent the away team went to. Ensign Aoto, when we reach low orbit, you will target the surface, the same location where Theron fell. Team Alpha is set to go down there and pry our Doctor free of whatever hellhole he got himself into.”
Yasmine and Gaunting both looked at Nimol with surprise and awe at his set of orders. They looked over at the XO, who seemed to be almost sympathetic and nonchalant towards the given command.
“ ... Aye, sir...,” Aoto replied with hesitation. He turned and looked at his console.
“Captain, I protest this course of action,” Yasmine said.
“All stations,” Aoto’s voice echoed on the overhead comms throughout the ship. “Prepare for maneuvering. All non-active personnel are to remain seated and braced until further notice...”
The comms signal ended as Nimol gave a stern look at the two civilian scientists.
“That includes both of you,” Nimol said to them as he began to strap himself into his chair. The bridge personnel were in the process of strapping themselves in as the spinning centripetal rings began to slow in preparation for the ship’s course alteration. Both Yasmine and Gaunting remained standing.
“I won’t repeat myself again,” Nimol commented. “You’ve been on this ship long enough. You get flung into the wall and break an arm that’s your fault.”
“Come on...,” Gaunting said, gently grabbing Yasmine’s arm. She walked over a set of chairs as the two scientists sat down, grabbing the straps to put them on.
“I really shouldn’t even have you on the bridge in the first place. Instead, I should have you part of the next away team.”
“Why are you doing this?” Yasmine asked, finally strapped in.
“We’ve waited a day and not received any contact from him. His life is in danger. Do you want Theron back or not, Doctor?”
The ship’s rear thrusters activated, pushing the research ship forward. Inside the cabin, the acceleration pulled on the personnel. It was gentle, but slowly began to increase more and more as the Cassini altered its course, lightly closing in on the planet at an ever-increasing speed. Yasmine felt a hint of apprehension, as if this were a terrible idea.
“Time before we reach low orbit?” Nimol asked.
“Five minutes, sir,” Aoto replied.
“Nimol,” Gaunting said to him. “I don’t think we should fire upon the Venermax.”
“It’s ruins, Doctor,” Nimol countered, looking at him. “Anything else that’s there is just relics, corpses, and dead robots of a forgotten race. Every attempt to get a hold of them has resulted in the same thing over and over again. Even I understand why the Itreans gave up here.”
“They’re still there!” Yasmine almost shouted. “We can’t make sense of our readings yet, but they all tell us the same thing. There is life on this planet. If we attack them, their people will see it as an act of war.”
“I will not continue having you question my orders in front of my crew.” He pointed at the door. “I don’t care if we’re accelerating. You are undermining my command during this rescue mission. Get out...”
“Captain...,” the XO called out to him. “They’re just colleagues with Theron, civilians expressing concern for their friends. This expedition still requires a greater presence on their part. They’re not UHN, and they’re allowed to voice their opinions.”
That seemed to stem Nimol’s aggression to a point that he almost backed away from what he said, but he wasn’t done yet.
“Oh?” Nimol said. “And has it gotten Theron out of his little holding cell?”
“He could be kilometers deep,” Gaunting said. “Even if we manage to break through, it’ll still take time to get him out.”
“And what do you mean by ‘could be?’” Nimol countered. “You’re the local geologist, aren’t you? How is it that you don’t have any idea what’s happened to Theron, where he might be, the local strata where he went, what’s beneath the surface? It’s been a day, and I’ve gotten nothing from you.”
“I don’t have an answer because of the surface composition itself. It’s ... impossible ... outright impossible for a race that’s never left their solar system to rebuild the entire surface of their planet like this.”
“A surface of metal? We’ve seen what the Itreans have managed to do in their lifetimes.”
“But not to this degree. There’s a ... conscience that’s here, Captain Nimol. Something, someone, or some group remade their own world. The alloy even goes beneath their own oceans, cycling water to their compartments below. If I can get down there, I can give you more data, but until then, sitting up here isn’t going to do anything.”
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