Far Pangaea
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Episode 32: Ground Zero
Science Fiction Sex Story: Episode 32: Ground Zero - The time travel story to end all time. Just when you think you have read it all, something comes along that changes it up. Worlds will collide! Your greatest fears lie around every corner. Just when you can predict the future, you would be wrong. Join our PASTaways as they navigate uncharted territory at the Dawn of Time in hopes of finding a way home. At the very least a safehaven. God be with them! He might even tag along. Keep up Old Man!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Science Fiction Aliens Far Past Time Travel Magic Vampires Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Voyeurism Illustrated
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Traveling weightless felt strange to everyone. The drones responded favorably in getting them across the desert distance. It was definitely a blessing in conserving the war party’s energy, if not at a slower pace than expected. Carrying them at acceptable speeds was necessary. As it warmed up the breeze brought on by the passing air flow felt relaxing. Expanding out further into the Pangaean territory than they ever had before the group caught glimpses of possible new salvaging targets. Should they survive the next day or so those would be ripe for the picking.
More spaceships were scattered about. Smaller ships of different varieties. In Jack Ramse’s strategic mind that meant more tech. Possibly a power source that James could utilize to get their own home the Ganthorian Hilton aloft someday. Another Cargo ship, this one looking to be much newer offered a good prospect as well. It was likely carrying more contemporary cargo. Things they might sorely need to survive. Even an Apache Helicopter rested atop a lonely sand dune on its belly. Cameron Scott would love that if he were alive.
The weirdest sight was to see a 10-speed bicycle abandoned in the sand. It was amazing how many things had vanished throughout history and ended up here. How long any of them had been here was anybody’s guess. By the looks of it the bicycle at least was from the 1970’s, yet appeared in reasonable condition.
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Movement to the North drew Jack’s attention. A small dust cloud was billowing up. It was not big enough to be a sandstorm. It was almost as if seeing a singular moving object. Jack’s eyes were good but not so good as to see that far out. Leering to his right he called out, “Greta! Look North. There’s a dust cloud. James gave you telescopic lens. I want you to see if you can make out what’s stirring up the desert.”
Greta Winston trying not to get air sick acknowledged the Colonel and darted her gaze to her left. Her hat covering her brow from the sunlight she pierced the mile plus by willing her fiber suit to amplify her gaze.
“Looks like one of those big lizards. Walkin’ on two legs.”
“What kind? Is it Komodo style?” Malcolm called over his shoulder.
“I don’t think so Malcolm. Head looks different. Front legs a might tiny compared to its back legs. Lots of teeth though.”
“Dinosaur.” Jack grimaced! “At least it’s a long way away. Probably just got here recently or it would have starved by now. There’s not much out here to feed on.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t get the scent of the cattle.” Madigan Ridge pointed out, her thought making Greta edgy. Maddy was feeling more alive now that she, kind of was. The life fiber kept her physical body intact while still allowing her to become ghostlike and intangible at will.
“Let’s lead it our direction. If it’s good and hungry we can give it a main course. Vampire Scooby snacks.” Elle suggested!
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“Not a bad idea. As long as we’re not on the menu.” Jack nodded! “Do the honors Elle. Create some light and get its attention.”
“Speaking of light.” The very naked, very sexy Sophia Ridge brought up a valid point. “What good is a Dino to eat them when the daylight will turn them to ash?”
“Our luck it’s a plant eater.” Malcolm huffed!
“Interference either way.” Jack offered looking at a wristband with an odometer reading on it. “Might as well adopt every advantage we can muster. Closing in on the 45 mile marker, People. Keep your eyes open for an oil tanker. I smell crude so it has to be close.”
Gaicazar admired Jack’s strategy. He too would have used the beast in any way necessary to even his odds. In his time, he had seen many things. Used many people! War was war! Adapting to any recourse would always be on the agenda.
Elle raised her palm in the air and experimented with her healing arm which was now coated in diamond. She went so far as to will her life fiber suit to appear as her everyday clothing, the material shrinking and adapting to what she wore beneath, even exposing her belly by splitting into two living pieces of life fiber. Once looking proper in her mind, she generated a flashing light that was meant to be a beacon. She loved her newfound abilities more and more. As her arm grew annoying in its flare the others turned away from her to avoid eye strain.
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Elle however willed her obsidian made shades to conserve her eyes more. Nontraditional sunglasses! She wondered what the fuss was with Jack and Malcolm’s own dark glasses. Now she had an idea.
“I think you did it Elle.” Greta informed her. “That lizard changed direction. I think he’s tailing us.”
“Job done.” Elle puckered! “Laser Lady to the rescue!” James Ian would have gotten a kick out of her superhero identity.
At sixty-two miles out they began to see the sands grow darker in hue. Almost as if it had died and was withering away into a dead zone. It was a sure-fire sign of oil spillage. A mass amount at that. Jack wondered how flammable the oil was after so many years lying dormant. All that he knew right now was that the air was growing pungent. The smell of death in the form of crude oil. Not much could live in this environment. A good reason the Vampire Mother Lilith chose her nest here.
“Velchek up ahead. Big tanker at least.” Jack confirmed! “That has to be it.”
“Glad we can read Russian.” Elle growled! “These linguistic collars do come in handy.”
“Do you think the ground can be walked on Jack? No footprints anywhere I can see.” Malcolm examined it the closer they got. “Some of the oil is still looking fresh.”
“As many years as this has been here, I’d say overall the ground is parched. Might have been a man made tar pit at some point in the past.” Jack surmised! “Madigan? Care to set down and check that theory? If you sink you can always go ghost and get out of it easy.”
Madigan saluted her agreement and ordered her drone to lower her down into the oil baked landscape. She left the first footfalls in a very long time. The dirt caked up under her but easily supported her now returned weight.
“Looks sturdy Jack.”
“Okay! Sorry I had you do that. Now that I think about it we better avoid leaving any other tracks behind. Let’s go in one foot above the ground and do some area recon. Mal? Don’t go big until I tell you too. Vamps would be overly sensitive to vibrations. Our own feet might give us away. You go big and create a seismic event they would know for certain.”
“Gotcha, Colonel. Might want to tell that to Barney out there. He probably won’t take long getting here.”
Jack had forgotten the approaching Jurassic era beast. Yeah! That might be bad. Of course, if it were after dark the Dino could be bait. Darkness was hours away though. He would factor that in.
“Elle? Sever the strobe light. Let him continue on this way of his own curiosity. Greta? Keep monitoring it. If it decides to change direction regain its attention. When it gets closer send out two drones with gravity orders to hold Godzilla in check until we need him.”
“Might be a her.” Greta huffed!
“It! Doesn’t matter Kansas.” Elle instilled!
“Gaicazar? Your immortality is going to be noticed the closer you get. I want you to hold back for now. I’ll signal you in when things escalate. Let’s hope we can open this tin can wide and let the sunshine in. Let’s turn the odds in our favor.”
“As you say my friend.”
Antonaeus didn’t like taking orders, but he knew that Jack was correct. He certainly didn’t want to be a long-term dinner source again. Even though his new armored state might put a crimp in their plan to do so.
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“Maddy? Carefully phase into the Velchek and examine what we’re dealing with. Go silent unless you have no choice. Communicate with us outside not inside. Again, unless there’s no choice. If you see that Verago character get out fast. Don’t get anywhere near him or he could bring you down. I don’t think we’ve seen his full potential. Let’s just hope Sophia’s little pals inside the demon king can run interference for us.”
“On my way, Colonel.” Maddy reverted to a ghost and drifted away from her drone’s captivity. The drone then moved into formation alongside its comrades.
“Sophia? I need you to lay back too.” As if she wasn’t. She had gone horizontal as if sleeping on a bed of air, arms behind her head as if a pillow. Anything to look erotic! Everyone ignored the naked beauty the best they could.
“With the amulet now a part of you it’s a safe bet Verago and Lilith can sense you coming. Let’s just hope they haven’t already.”
“My friends are telling me they haven’t discovered me yet. I’m digging this communication level over distances.” Sophia hovered with her eyes closed.
“Malcolm? Let’s you and I do a stealth fly by. We know none of the Vamps are going to be outside but let’s look to see if we have any booby traps that could jeopardize any of us. Stay aloft. No footfalls this close to the ship until it becomes necessity. Like Maddy we go silent. Hand signals only.” Aloft again their drones moved them closer.
“Right behind you, Boss.”
Guided by the soaring drones Jack and Malcolm separated to circle the tanker from bow to stern. Each taking a side. Madigan phasing through the hulls exterior for an inside reconnaissance, she was on her own. All would need to be in silent mode. One tiny misstep could lead to a world of trouble later. Vampires having been alive for centuries would undoubtedly have a few safety measures in place. That and it was still hard to measure what they were up against with Verago. Nobody, Gaicazar included knew what an angel was truly capable of. Even a fallen one. With a billion microscopic parasites in him under his control and a renewed immortality there was no telling what else he might throw at them that they were unaware of.
Jack going solo in the bows direction to the North noted zero movement. The tanker seemed in very good condition. No real structural damage other than its lower basin where a large rupture had allowed its liquid cargo to form a shadowy ocean around the vessel. The upper deck and all of the communication towers were sturdy looking. Eying the vessel more closely the windows to the tankers bridge were smoked over.
Obviously to secure them from sunlight. The question was, were there guards posted even in the daylight? Surely not. In every war there were day and night watchers. This was probably no different. If there was a guard, it was already too late. He was flying directly toward it.
To the stern of the ship Malcolm also encountered a darkened set of windows. A few of these were shattered though. Yet shrouded by billowing blankets. Aging cloth with tiny tatters in it that could conceivably let sunlight through enough to harm a Vamp. Mal considered that particular lookout was likely vacant. Something else caught his eye. Hovering thirty feet toward the center of the deck was a closed in Plexiglas addition. It was clear as day in seeing through.
“Greenhouse? Vamps aren’t vegetarians. What the heck!” Malcolm pondered noting movement within. Telling his drone to take him lower Mal came in for a better look. He hid behind whatever gave him shelter from being seen, doing his best not to touch the deck.