Part 4

Chapter15

As I concluded my kata, my sensei stepped out of the forest and crossed the stream. He bowed to me, and I bowed in return. He sat on a log, and we reviewed my kata.

My ‘real’ Sensei had arrived with my first wooden sword on the day I was born, as a gift from Louis Carteris. This holo sensei program was the artificial intelligence culmination of that sensei’s skill. The AI program compared my efforts to my best past Iaido kata then it compared them to a ‘perfect’ one. The holo Sensei’s review was based on combining evaluations from that perfect kata, and my personal best kata, with my current effort.

I stood in the sand circle, with my hand lightly on the hilt of my katana. I felt calm and in control. Sensei stood, bowed, and disappeared into the forest. I left the holo-suite with my katana in hand.

Crystal announced, “Captain on the bridge.”

I looked out the main view screen as Crystal, Daisy, and Aella worked together. I asked how the integration was progressing.

Crystal responded, “Integration is going very well. We are shocked at the increase in computing power with three cores. We assumed a multiplier of three. Best guess currently is that the multiplier is nine. We get a multiplier effect for each AI core interconnection. We are looking forward to you finding three more AI cores.”

I replied, “Thank you for your confidence. Still think it’s impossible?”

“Yes, Captain, quite impossible ... for anyone else.”

“Please consider that you will have the bridge, Crystal, for the foreseeable future. I am visiting the dojo; after that, I want a shower, followed by rest.”

“Very good, Captain. Instructions?”

“Carry on with combining your information. Please move all your holo programs into Shark’s holo-suite file.”

Aella perked up. She had a question. Luckily, Naval culture called for her to be assertive.

“Captain, I have several hundred training holos. Do you want those for your holo suite?”

“Aella, please be a bit more specific. What kind of training?”

“All current Navy issue hand, light and medium crew served weapons. Navigation, sensor, and weapons consoles skills training. First aid skills training, including trauma and triage. Target practice. Holo programs are very specific in many cases.”

“Aella, I want the navigation, sensor and weapons console holos reviewed with Crystal. If the equipment is similar to ours, I want Abbi, Cara, and Andrea to study the holos. Everybody studies the weapon training. I want Bev to review the target practice and decide if it is better than ours. On second thought, you might as well move them all. There’s no reason to keep them secret.”

“Very good, Captain.”

“Anything else?”

With the three negatives I headed into the dojo. The door slid shut behind me. In front of me were my two fembots, dressed in their gi, sparring with their staffs. Beverly and Agatha were sparring at full speed and power. Each staff was a twenty-five-millimeter diameter, solid shaft of black stainless steel with a two-meter length. The blinding rapidity of their movement hid the weight of that steel. Their bot reflexes, strength, and speed were almost impossible for the human eye to track. Only knowing the forms was I able to follow at all. The ringing of the shafts’ ‘touch’ was almost constant. They stopped and bowed. Andrea led the applause.

All five were dressed in gi. Abbi, Cara, and Andrea had a variety of striking and throwing weapons arrayed by them. Bev said, “We were just about to try the shuriken. Feel like joining us?”

I walked to my locker and grabbed my belt sheath. It held eight octagon cross-section shuriken, fifteen centimeters long by six millimeters thick, with a twenty-six-millimeter needle sharpened point. These were small spike shuriken, like a big nail -- not stars.

I also had six large spikes with a two-centimeter round cross section that were each thirty centimeters long overall, with a fifteen-centimeter-long, tapered, deeply fluted four-edge blade, with all four edges razor sharpened and ending in a chisel point. The blade was an ‘X’ shape, when viewed in cross-section. The X-shaped blade was two centimeters in diameter across the flats at its widest point. The spike had a deeply checkered 12-centimeter-long handle with a three-centimeter diameter ball on the pommel end. The large spikes were each carried in three-centimeter sheaths.

We walked to the target. Beverly and Agatha were unerring in their ability to strike the mark on the target, from any distance, with any thrown object.

I had two throwing techniques. For close-in work, I would quickly draw the small spike, with the point up in my hand. I would throw overhand, with the point striking straight in. For greater distance, I would take a moment to reverse the point and throw overhand with one rotation into the target. The shuriken sheath was positioned behind my belt, just to the left of my belt buckle.

With the large spikes, I threw with the point up overhand straight in with the grip in the palm of my hand and no rotation resulting in very deep penetration where full weight of the spike followed the point into target. I normally wore one on each wrist for balance.

Andrea was unsurpassed at throwing the spike shuriken for distance and accuracy. She threw my large spike and fell in love with its power into the target. She showed us her dazzling skill with her throwing knives.

The high point was her precision with her throwing axe. Unbelievable! When she threw it with the blade toward her, the axe struck with handle up, and the blade edge fully embedded into the target. Throwing it with the blade down resulted in just the point of the edge driven into the target by the full weight of the axe.

After that, everybody else wanted knives and axes just like Andrea, and Andrea wanted spikes like mine. After a trip to the replicators, everybody was happy!

I said, “Good work, everyone. Before planetfall on Reprisal’s home world I want everyone competent with the staff and the tonfa. Second priority is competence with shuriken, knives and axe.”

Andrea answered, “After our work out today I think those are achievable goals. How about you, my darling Captain master? Will you be training with us?”

“Yes. You, my lovely and talented blonde slut, are going to teach me how to throw knives and axes. I will teach you the way of the sword.”

All of my lovelies were giggling at our byplay. It had been a valuable workout. They were all in a good mood. They were eager for the next instructions.

“Time for a shower, then a nap. Andrea, Abbi and Cara are with me.”

The three mentioned smiled and nodded. I turned to my two bots and said, “Bev and Agatha, please scan the programs in Amazon’s and Reprisal’s AI cores. Grab and adapt any useful programming. Second, please work with Crystal and Aella to adapt Navy command console training for Abbi and Cara. Third, you two are in charge of breakfast.”

Bev and Agatha nodded, and each gave me a kiss with tongue deeply in my mouth. They were laughing as they left the dojo.

I turned to my newest crew members and said, “We will get rid of our toys in the ready room. Then, a nice hot shower and...”

Andrea interrupted, “You, our cruel master, will drag us into your big bed and have your pitiless way with your helpless and quite virginal slaves.”

Cara and Abbi started to laugh. They looked at me to gauge my reaction.

I said, “My princess, helpless and virginal?”

Andrea responded, “Master, ‘my helpless virginal princess’?”

“My helpless virginal princess.”

“Now the goddess one.”

“My goddess.”

“Now the princess one.”

“My princess.”

Andrea simpered at me in a very exaggerated way as she said, “I don’t know. I just gush when you call me helpless and virginal. I bet if you were fucking me and called me that...”

“Andrea, are we going to stand here all day deciding your favorite, or can we at least continue this in the ready room?”

Andrea laughed happily as she took my arm and led me into the ready room. My ‘slave’ led her ‘master’--a useful metaphor for our relationship.

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We walked into the ready room as the door slid shut behind us. I pointed to a cabinet.

“That one is yours. Put your weapons there. Combat armor will be there. Rail guns as soon as we issue them.”

Andrea had a question. “Do we really need this? We can’t explore with you.”

“We aren’t going scouting for a while. I had to run from a raider with my tail tucked. I did not like the experience, and I want payback. You are all going to help me get some.”

Andrea looked at me as I stood with my katana. She said, “God damn, Eddy my love, one surprise after another. Yeah! Sign me up. We want some of that payback, too.”

Abbi and Cara nodded emphatically. They wanted in as well. I returned my katana to the cabinet holding the Daishō. I left my shuriken and large spikes in the same cabinet, then stripped.

I looked over as Andrea, Cara and Abbi stored their weapons, stripped, and began to play with each other. Andrea looked at me and stuck her index finger deep in her mouth sucking hard on it. She dragged her finger out of her full, sucking lips, and said, “Now! Take me and fuck me right now!”

Well! I can take a hint as well as the next person. We headed for the big shower. We started with the ceiling spray. The entire ceiling is a sprayer with the holes every square centimeter. My three lovelies set the water spray for a rainfall effect, and we stepped in.

Andrea, Cara, and Abbi reveled in the feeling of the water raining on their bare skin. They rubbed against each other, and me, with water lubricated bodies. The water saturating their hair formed erotic water rivulets coursing around and over breasts, lovely pert bottoms, and sweet smooth thighs.

I was fascinated with Andrea’s long blonde tresses. I kept grabbing handfuls of her wet hair and stroking it with my fingers. Andrea turned her face up to the water with her back arched. Her drenched blonde mane tickled her butt. I reached for her hair again. I was in erotic overload with my nonstop fingering of Andrea’s blonde curls.

Andrea realized what I wanted. She turned and bent forward at the waist, flipping her hair forward. Now it framed her perfect face and hung down. I stepped forward until my body made contact with Andrea. She reached forward, taking her wet curls and wrapping them around my hard cock. She was able to make several wraps around my cock with her long and very wet blonde mane.

Andrea stoked my hard cock, using only her lovely and very wet blonde hair. I was excited beyond control as she slowly and sensually moved her hair. My balls drew up; and I spasmed. My cum sprayed out of my cock into her hair, on her hands, and even on her face where she was leaning forward. I fell back against the side of the shower, spent. Andrea shook out her hair, showing me my cum.

Cara pressed against me, reminding me that two other women shared the shower space with us. Cara squirted shampoo at both of us. The white liquid made erotic patterns on Andrea, in her hair, on me, and over my hands as I rubbed and scrubbed deep into Andrea’s mane.

Abbi shut off the overhead spray. She grabbed the handheld shower as Cara directed our hair washing. Andrea again arched her back, presenting her hair for my pleasure. The soapsuds rinsed from her hair coated her back, butt, and legs. I stood behind Andrea and reached for her. I grabbed her tits, squeezing and mauling her nipples as I pulled her soapy back to my chest. I kissed her neck with my cock pressed in the groove of her ass.

Abbi released the main water trough for the shower, drenching us with a channel full of warm water that struck us in a great soft wave. I held Andrea as the nearly solid mass of water forced us almost to our knees. Abbi shut off the main flow. She finished our rinse with the pinpoint of the handheld showerhead.

Cara pushed Andrea and I into the drying chamber. I reached for Andrea, demanding a kiss. She was happy to comply. We kissed hotly, with our mouths open, attempting to devour each other.

I was completely greedy. I was unable to keep my hands from intimate caresses of Andrea. For her part Andrea held my cock and balls in her warm soft hands, lightly stroking my cock.

Abbi led us from the drying chamber into the captain’s cabin bedroom. Cara was already ensconced on the big bed, lying on her back. I crawled up on the bed.

Abbi pushed me, until I was kneeling with my knees lightly touching Cara’s shoulders. Abbi pushed my shoulders forward, and I caught myself by holding Cara’s thighs. I was facing Andrea, who was lying on her belly, with her cheek on Cara’s thigh.

Suddenly I felt hot breath on the backs of my thighs. Abbi’s face was now against my ass. Her tongue began to stroke my ass cheeks, alternating with stroking the length of my ass crack. Abbi licked as she positioned my cock in Cara’s mouth. She jacked me, while Cara sucked just the head in her warm wet mouth.

Abbi moved to the rosebud of my ass. She kissed, licked, and tongued my asshole, while continuing to stoke me into Cara’s sucking mouth. During Abbi’s anal attention, my excitement built as I was watching Andrea lick and chew on Cara’s cunt lips.

When Abbi felt my balls start to draw up, she quickly opened her wet mouth and took both balls in. The wet, sucking sensation caused me to spasm and spend into Cara’s mouth. Andrea caught me as I rolled to the side, depleted again.

Abbi rimmed me and Cara sucked me until I was hard. We rearranged ourselves on the bed. Andrea was on her back, holding her long shapely legs wide open--framing her cunt in an obscene invitation. I crawled up Andrea’s body with anticipation, my cock dangling leaking precum on her. It was her turn now!

I held her head with both hands, kissing her intensely. My total focus was on Andrea. Cara held my cock. Abbi spread the lips of Andrea’s cunt. I sank into Andrea with a groan. It took several strokes into her tight, hot passage before my pubic bone contacted hers. I rolled to my left side carrying Andrea with me. We were settled in each other’s arms with our legs tangled. I continued to kiss her without moving.

With our bodies finally joined, much of the anxiety melted away, and my actions became calmer. My breathing and pulse soon began to match Andrea’s. Andrea kissed and caressed me, speaking softly and lovingly, soothing my frantic demeanor.

Musical tones began to sound. My eyes snapped open. In my confusion I confronted my princess’s laughing eyes. Andrea said, “Did you sleep well?”

“Ah, fuck. I’m so very sorry.”

Andrea leaned forward and kissed away my apology. She asked again. I was forced to admit that I was refreshed. She said, “Good. You, relaxing in my arms, is a feeling I cherish.”

I looked up. Cara was behind me against my back with her hand holding my hard cock. Abbi was immediately behind Andrea. Beverly, my tall and lovely blonde bot, was standing next to the bed, trying unsuccessfully not to smile. She was attempting to sternly deliver a message for us to get up. She said, “Master, Shark is hove to near the hidden Navy base. We are awaiting your instructions. Agatha has breakfast nearly ready. Time to rise and shine.”

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Cara helped me from the big bed, as Abbi assisted Andrea. We were back in the full-size shower. Cara lathered my body, paying particular attention to my cock and balls.

After I was clean, Cara fell to her knees under the water’s flow and sucked my cock deep into her mouth, while holding my balls with her warm fingers. I came in moments, and she did not spill a drop. All three of my lovelies kissed and caressed me in the shower as we concluded our clean up.

The ladies left the shower as they engaged the side sprays hard massaging action on me. I was invigorated after only a few moments. Abbi shut off the flow and Andrea pulled me out of the shower. She pushed me into the drying chamber with the words, “Come along, lover, you have much to do today.”

I replied, “My princess, a truly respectful slave, who did not wish a spanking, would leave her master to enjoy his shower for a few more minutes.”

Andrea smiled happily as she kissed me stepping back from the chamber. She replied, “Cruel master will likely spank us regardless. Say the other one.”

“My goddess.”

She smirked happily.

By this time, I was dry. Andrea led me into the bedroom. She looked at me with an inquiry in her eyes. I said, “Everybody dressed. Jumpsuits. Boots. Personal weapons. Combat armor. We are at DefCon one until we get settled.”

The klaxon and red lights interrupted us. Bev joined us with my personal armor, weapons harness, rail gun, knife, shuriken, spikes, and wakizashi. The jump suit went over my armor then my harness with my personal weapons.

Andrea now had her own set of personal armor that she put under her jumpsuit. Her weapon harness held her heavy rail gun, throwing knives and axe.

As I walked out to the sound of Crystal announcing my presence on the bridge and the klaxon silenced. Daisy announced, “We are at DefCon one. No sighting or sensor readings. All targeting and weapons optimal. All consoles online. Ready for your orders, Captain.”

The main view screen was focused on a large asteroid. Actually, a planetoid. It was fully as large as Old Earth’s moon. It looked completely natural, surrounded by other asteroids and rocks.

Aella said, “The base has an automatic response to the entry codes. The only problem is that it will query Shark’s transponder. The base AI expects to find a Navy ship.”

I said, “I don’t think that will be a problem. With our Letter of Marque, we should be in the registry database. Try it.”

Aella began the contact protocol. The base responded with a new position for the ship. Crystal moved Shark to a location facing an immense meteor crater. A few moments after our arrival, the bottom of the crater dilated to reveal a mammoth lighted cave with a series of blue flashing navigation lights along the cave floor leading to the interior of the huge moon.

I said, “Take us in, Crystal. When we are inside, drop one sensor array.”

The cave entrance was simply enormous, dwarfing Shark ... A super dreadnought could easily pass another while inside, without straining. We tracked along in the center of the passage, following the lights. I watched the auxiliary screen as we passed a side passage. The floor lights behind us flashed for a few moments then went dark.

“Damn. It’s a maze!”

All eyes were on me after my exclamation. I said, “Keep going, Crystal. It’s too late to stop now. I hope this rock pile believed us.”

Andrea moved next to me. She placed her hand lightly on my arm. I touched Andrea’s hand, grateful for the contact.

After an interminable passage past several more side tunnels, a large blast door slid sideways behind us sealing the cave. Further along, a second door slid closed behind us in the same manner.

The cave began to widen significantly into a vast, high, wide chamber. This area looked man-made, with the wall and doors covered with writing and naval insignia. The course of blue lights ended in a circle surrounding a dreadnought sized landing zone painted on the ‘floor.’ Red lights lit the target in the center of the LZ. I said, “Take us in, Crystal. I think they want us to land.”

Crystal hovered Shark over the LZ. She extended Shark’s skids. She lowered Shark to a pinpoint landing so soft it did not roil the coffee in my cup.

I asked, “Aella. Report please?”

“The Base AI accepts us. It is generating atmosphere for this lock, opening passages and turning on lights.”

I asked, “Sensors, please?”

Daisy answered, “Atmosphere is less than half Earth normal. No life signs. All base weapons are standing down after our landing.”

I said, “We are at DefCon 5. Let’s eat. We’re down now. We’ll let the LZ fill with air and then we’ll explore. Questions?”

There was general agreement. We retired to the galley where Agatha and Bev served us a huge breakfast ‘family style.’ I guess I was famished! I ate very well. Then I ate some more!

Beverly served coffee at the end of the meal. I suddenly realized that everyone at the table had a stainless-steel Shark crew mug, with their name engraved, including Daisy and Aella. I asked, “Who do I thank for the initiative with the mugs?”

Crystal answered, “Daisy, Aella and I completed the crew mugs as an exercise in controlling the replicators. Replicators are far more efficient with the new computing power.”

I said, “Thank you for the new mugs. I think this is an apropos time to welcome our new crew with a toast from our new mugs.”

There was agreement. The table broke into mutual hugs in all directions. Every crewmember managed to give me a full body hug with a tongue filled kiss.

Daisy announced, “The atmosphere is Earth normal. All lights are on. All corridors, passages and compartments are open.”

I asked, “Aella, what about maps?”

She replied, “The base is designed for crews unfamiliar with the layout, with many data kiosks and well labeled passages and compartments.”

“Sounds good. Let’s take a look. We will use the main equipment hold lock as our entrance.”

All of us walked to the hold. Crystal opened the hold lock, extending the ramp down the one-meter height of the landing skids. We walked into the cave chamber.

Aella stood at the bottom of the ramp and pointed as she rotated. “Workshops. Repair supplies. Communication repair and supplies. Electrical repair and supplies. Propulsion repair and supplies. Weapon repair and supplies. Training rooms. Recreations area. Holo suites. Galley and Commissary. General supply storage. Weapon supply storage. Hospital and clinic area with medical supplies storage. Replication. Any questions?”

I said, “No questions. Aella is with me. I need a tour guide.”

There was a general burst of laughter at my audacity in claiming Aella. I waved it off.

“I was joking. I want Aella to rotate around and accompany groups for a while until we are comfortable. I want travel in pairs again until we are comfortable. Everybody takes a radio when they leave ship. I want a portable sensor array left beyond the initial bulkhead in every corridor that enters this chamber. Questions?” There were none.

Agatha distributed our very compact portable radios. They were small earpiece units with a retaining clip over the ear. The microphone was combined with the earphone in the earpiece. It picked up and transmitted the sounds of our voice that travel up the inner ear canal. We had a wireless remote-control push to talk switch about the size of a coin to clip to the front of our weapons harnesses. The radio also generated a constant tracking signal. The distress signal was activated by touching a hidden stud on the ear clip.

The crew began to pair up as they started to explore our new home away from home. Andrea asked me what my first stop was.

“Weapons lockers. I want to add to our arsenal before I land on any raider planets.”

She took my hand companionably and we walked toward the large Armory sign.

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Andrea said, “This should be fun. Just like going shopping. What are we looking for?”

I replied, “I’m not sure, my princess. Clarence, the builders, even my family stocked guns for sporting and partly self-defense. They assumed quick gunfights and very short duration ‘problems’. I want some serious weapons for firefights and battles against entrenched, motivated adversaries.”

Andrea said with some wonder, “Eddy, how do you come up with this shit? I would never think of it in a million years. Did your family teach you this?”

I replied, “Yes. Even junior Demarest sons are immersed in subjects from birth. The Carterises sent me tutors and trainers constantly. When I showed an aptitude and interest in space and scouting, the great-grandfathers buried me in topics. My perfect goddess, this is my passion. I study and agonize about my passion. I hope that I am good at it!”

She grabbed my arm as she said, “Yes, my Master, you are very good. There is no one I trust more than you.”

She kissed me just as we reached the armory door. The double doors slid open as we walked up. There was a large red push button on the wall used to lock the doors in an open position. Andrea locked them open. She grabbed an antigrav sled. The sleds in the armory were two meters wide by three meters long with 30-centimeter sides.

We stood in the entry of the armory and just stared. Racks and bins filled with firearms and related equipment faded off in the distance within this cavernous warehouse. The huge room was filled with weapons ranging from one-hand rail guns to crew-served artillery.

Andrea found a counter filled with holo programs. She grabbed one of each. She found armorer’s tools, accessories, and cleaning supplies. She filled her sled with these small but essential items. She topped it off with a stack of Navy issue rail guns with holsters.

I grabbed a sled and headed for the assault rifles. Andrea asked, “What are those and why do they look so different?”

I picked them up and showed her as we moved them into cart. “This is a basic two-millimeter assault rifle. Nicknamed ‘knitting needle’ or just needle gun. The two-millimeter bullets are long and thin, traveling at much higher velocity than the rail gun. If the needle strikes a hard object, it penetrates a long way. On the other hand, if it strikes a soft object like flesh, it goes sideways and dumps all that energy immediately. This leads to major clean up issues. It fires singles, bursts, and full auto with a variety of sights.”

We quickly grabbed a dozen or so. Then I grabbed some models with twenty-five- millimeter launchers that used the same round as the heavy machine guns underneath the barrel. I grabbed some with 50-millimeter grenade launchers underneath. I grabbed others with 75-millimeter shotgun barrels underneath. The shotgun would use special flechette rounds, tungsten shot, or soft crowd control loads. I selected a number of optical sights including FLIR and light amplification. I filled the remainder of the cart with rifles in various configurations.

After that, I just went crazy filling carts, and Andrea dragged them back to the ship. The twenty-five-millimeter tripod mounted machine gun firing explosive shells filled one cart. Several of the five-millimeter squad automatic weapon light machine guns filled another.

I found several 50-millimeter commando mortars and 75-millimeter personal rocket launchers with a variety of loads. Then the 100-millimeter crew served mortar and 200-millimeter crew served rocket launcher again with each type of ammunition. I wasn’t sure if I needed them, but the price was right! I loaded them on carts.

In the very last row of the warehouse, I found a 175-millimeter howitzer cannon on a wheeled split carriage. It was love at first sight, and I dragged it toward the doorway. Andrea was laughing as soon as she saw it.

There were several closed cabinets that we finally took the time to open. I just stared when I opened the first one. It held the super-secret Navy sniper rifle. I explained to Andrea, “It’s very special tech. The rifle is designed for one-shot kills. It is very accurate, with a high but controlled velocity of 2500 meters per second. Sights operate in full sunlight and complete darkness. Pinpoint accurate. All rounds inside a circle 75 centimeters in diameter at an unprecedented 3000 meters.

“A unique six-millimeter bullet travels down the barrel in a larger sabot that spins gyroscopically stabilizing the bullet then the sabot falls away as it leaves the barrel. The bullet is made of a special non-metallic carbon fiber having a high-density metal two-millimeter needle at its center. The body breaks up and the two-millimeter needle penetrates armor and hard substances.

“If there is no armor the carbon fiber body of the bullet fragments into devastating sub projectiles with some pieces held together by fibers acting like miniature versions of the ‘chain shot’ of old. In addition, the two-millimeter needle tumbles, becoming another spinning projectile in the body.”

There was plenty of ammunition. There was also plenty of the special X-label ammunition. This X-label was designed for the sniper to use if discovered to fight his way out of trouble. These had the same type carbon fiber bullets but full-size of the 13 millimeter bore without a sabot. The bullet had three 2-millimeter penetrators at its center with several tungsten buckshot distributed throughout the carbon fiber body. The round was an absolutely demoralizing anti-personnel round but only accurate to about 300 meters.