Drafted Into Space
Copyright© 2008 by acolodude
Chapter 2: Joining the Team
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: Joining the Team - We are not alone!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa
RJ and B'TREA talked rapidly in a language that I did not know, yet I could understand some of what they were discussing. I looked at Daryl and he said, "This is fun, not." I asked what he meant. He continued saying, "Shit! This is something out of a dream or nightmare. And we are awake. Tell me you don't think this is FUBAR."
My reply was interrupted by the sound of a helicopter approaching. Looking up we saw a news helicopter flying toward us and begin to circle overhead. Above and behind it was another one that looked like either a sheriff or search & rescue helicopter. When the second was also overhead circling RJ and B'TREA's ship we could see it was a sheriff helicopter. The whoosh of the Air Force fighters was not a big surprise as we saw four of them fly over several times.
RJ spoke, "Pete Daryl, our ship is critically damaged and using the three 'click' ships the maintenance drones will repair my ship. I have already sent another message to the UPA for a Combat Fleet but it would take three of your days to get here if they left now. The question is will they leave now or discuss options first. I believe the 'clicks' reported to the HIVE and were sent back to ensure our destruction. The HIVE could be here in five of your days. I can have the maintenance drones convert one of the 'click' ships so both of you could operate it and together we could try and slow down the HIVE. Is this acceptable to both of you?"
I looked at Daryl and he just shrugged his shoulders and nodded 'YES' as I shrugged mine and nodded my agreement with him.
Together we asked at the same time, "When will we know if the UPA is sending help." We looked at each other and laughed since we spoke all most word for word the same thing at the same time. I said that we would have a lot of company very soon as I pointed toward the helicopters just as the fighters flew by too.
"If a Combat Fleet departs immediately they will notify me. If the UPA is discussing options we will get a message within 8 of your hours. I hope to be gone before anyone else gets here." RJ answered.
I asked why she kept saying 'of your' to the time limits she was using.
RJ explained, "UPA time is divided in units of 100. Our seconds were close enough to UPA that we could use that as a guide. 100 seconds made 1 minute, 100 minutes make an hour, and 100 hours make a Solar Day. 10 Solar Days make a week and 10 weeks make a month. 10 month make a year. Half an hour UPA time or 50 minutes your time and both a 'click' ship and mine will be ready to leave. I would have to fly the 'click' ship and B'TREA would fly the other until we get both of you trained."
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