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I now give you the next episode of Ticonderoga.

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We were drifting through a dark nebula. We could not use our drives here because the gravitational wake could cause the dense material around us to collapse unexpectedly. The way through was simple. Find a straight line path through the cloud. Get a running start. Cut the engines before you entered. Then you just coast until you come out the far side.

We had buckled down for the three day coast and then went for it.

Mighty Mouse was learning the navigation duties. This was a good time for her to do that. She could not hurt us if she made a mistake. I had the engine cut off routed through my chair. They could not be engaged until I unlocked them.

Sir, we have an incoming message from command. Phonecall said softly from her communications console.

Rout it to main screen, I said and waited for the admiral to appear.

A face I had never seen before swam into view. Good day, Captain Graves. I am Admiral Westland. There have been a few changes in commands around here, mostly due to your newest crew member. I am currently in charge of the deep program.

I am please to meet you, Admiral. May I ask where Admiral Tigrat has been posted?

He is currently in charge of a project to erect a power tower. We have a new group of psionic cadets passing through the academy now. The strongest of them will be stationed at the tower to take advantage of the ability to transport items through the wormhole.

I assume this unscheduled call is not just social?

No, I have a mission adjustment for you. We have lost contact with the Sequoia. Our updates place your ship as the closest responder. I am marking their last reported location on your navigation screen. They should be just on the other side of the nebula from you.

Good fortune smiles admiral. We are currently on our second day of drift through. We should breakout in thirty-two hours. I just have one question. We all come out here knowing there is no rescue. Is there going to be a change in that policy?

Phillip, this is a special case. Captain Furllow is president Furllows son. His life is your first priority. His crew was on the last year of their tour. We will make arrangements to have a deep transport rendezvous with you to bring any survivors back. Phillip, if your crew pulls this off you will all be heroes. You will be the first ship to ever pull off a deep rescue.

We will do our best, Admiral. Do we have any intel on events?

The last report was they had found an earth-like planet and were sending down a landing party. That was during their last report, ten days ago.

The communications was closed. I called a meeting of my senior staff in the primary conference room. When everyone had arrived and was seated, I started my briefing. We have been placed on a rescue mission. We have a last know position for the Sequoia, and a crew list. I would say lets go by the book on this but, we have no book for rescue operations. When we get out of the nebula, I am going to need one hundred percent from ship and crew. You currently have thirty-one hours to get all diagnostic checks and maintenance completed. Are there any questions at this time?

Jazz Hands second engineer raised his hand.

Fumble, we are not in the academy any more, just ask your question.

Sir, due to our lack of solvent the injector system is not getting as clean as it needs to. We are currently working at about ninety-eight and declining.

Okay, we need to synthesize the solvent we need to do the job and no more. Jazz Hands, are you going to be okay if we have solvent on hand?

Sir, you know my wifes and my problem. It would be best if neither of us was around the stuff.

Fumble, make the solvent and move into the nacelles with it. Jazz Hands, stay in main engineering during its use. We will keep it away from you. I dismissed everyone to their tasks. The ship would be abuzz with maintenance for the next day. Unfortunately I would be pretty much useless during this time. I found my feet headed for the lounge. I wasnt really stressed but I needed to clear my head.

I sat down at the bar and ordered an iced tea. I knew I needed to keep my wits about me. Something just felt wrong. I couldnt help but feel I was flying into a trap. It had all the earmarks. I felt a hand touch my back and looked up into the eyes of Dolly. Whats wrong, captain?

We have been ordered on a rescue mission.

Deep rescue? That is a little odd, we all come out here knowing the risks.

This one is special. The presidents son is the captain and we are in the area.

It sounds to me like you need to relax. The rain garden is free.

I turned to look fully at the redheaded bombshell that was offering her companionship to me. She was dressed in a stunning green corset, with garters and hose. She had come here to relax and had singled me out to help her.

Being the gentleman that I am I took her drink from her hand and motioned to the bartender to refill it. Just what did you have in mind?

I was thinking maybe a little fun in a rain shower might help you to think things through.

That it might, I reached behind me to gather our drinks they now had lids. Then I stood and took her arm as we headed for the rain garden.

When the door slid open I could smell the rainstorm in the air. After handing her the drink in my hand I touched the control panel to set the rain temperature and force. It would start light and build to a tropical depression in strength. I then guided her to the grassy rise in the center of the room.

In the middle of the room I took our drinks and set them down on the lawn. Then I began to slowly caress and undress the woman in front of me. Her skin was a soft as silk as she began to flush with her excitement. By the time the corset fell to the ground at our feet she was already moaning softly. I leaned in and took one of her breasts into my mouth. As I nipped at the nipple she wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me tighter to her.

Her hands began to work my uniform off, as I continued to suckle and caress her breasts. She soon had me naked and was guiding me down onto the grass. The first drops of rain touched my skin as she worked her way down and took me into her mouth. As the rain splattered against our skin she began to hum with my cock in her throat. It did not take long for me to climb to the edge of bliss. I am going to cum. I said with a throaty growl.

She pushed me deep into her throat and began to swallow. The pressure on my cock drove me over the edge as my orgasm exploded into her. As she felt me release she pulled back and caught the rest of my flow in her mouth. I could feel her swallow greedily as I pumped burst after burst into her.

As I came down from my rush I looked down to see her lovingly cleaning me. I sat up and pushed her backwards. Before she could even relax back completely I buried my face in he soaking wet pussy. I was an animal as I took her flavor and consumed it. She began to moan with passion as I pushed a finger into her pussy. Her pleasure rose to the level of screams as I pushed a finger into her ass. She was grinding onto my hands as my tongue played with her clit. I saw her reach up and begin to pinch her own nipples. Then her legs slammed shut on my head like a trap. He fingers twined into my hair and tried to pull me away but I kept my face and hands locked into place.

Please, you have me so sensitive.

I flicked her clit with my tongue and she screamed out and her legs vibrated. With every touch she would convulse and try to pull away. Her own legs locked me in place so I continued to lick and nibble. I pushed a second finger into her pussy and her ass as she begged me to let her relax. The sudden scream was as loud as the peal of thunder that range through the room. Then she fell back and her legs flopped limply away from my head.

As she tried to recover I worked my way up her body. She wrapped her arms around me as she felt my cock bump against her entrance. With one savage plunge I pushed into her and listened to her moan out. Then I began to pump myself in and out of her with animal passion. She was jerking and thrusting with me as she rocked into another orgasm. I felt her body continue to vibrate as I pushed in and out of her. Soon she did not even have the strength to keep her arms around me. The force of the rain against our skin had increased until it felt like we were in a waterfall. The thunder echoed our cries of passion as I rose into those heights. She felt me began to get erratic and pulled her arms back up. Wrapping them around me she cried out as I felt her explode one last time. Our orgasms rushed through us as I filled her with everything I had.

We lay in the softening rain afterward. She was lazily cleaning me with her tongue and mouth as I thought through the mission we had ahead of us. I had to lay my suspicions to rest.

I was sitting in my chair on the bridge later that day. Marijuana, I need to you to open the records on the Sequoia and look for anything odd in their reports over the last few weeks.

Yes, Sir.

I dont care how small it is, I want to know anything out of the ordinary.

Yes, Sir.

I sat in the chair for the next hour bored out of my skull. I could not shake the feeling that we were flying into some kind of trap. Something just felt wrong. Phonecall, try and raise the Sequoia. Maybe there long range is out.

A few minutes later, phonecall reported back. Sir, I am showing that the signal is being received but they are not opening the channel so I cannot establish a stable wormhole.

This news just made me feel more uneasy, what Marijuana said next made me even more nervous.

Sir I have established something a bit unusual for the Sequoia. One of the crew members received several private communications from earth over the last few weeks. I have not found a name yet.

Mighty Mouse, I need you at the library console, I want a cross reference on the crew of the Sequoia. I need to know who could have gotten those calls.

Yes, Sir, Mighty Mouse replied as she stood from the navigation console and moved next to Marijuana.

I knew I was going to drive my crew crazy. I left the bridge and headed for engineering. I needed to find something to pass the time. Drifting through space even on a known course made me feel helpless. It reminded me of the results of our first planet fall. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I thought about the damage twenty Cock-Biter Rats had done to this ship.

I walked into engineering to see Jazz Hands talking with one of his men. Jazz Hands, progress report.

The primary and back up injectors on nacelles two and three are complete and reassembled. We will have nacelles one and four completed by end of shift. The drift has made this easy we did not have to wait for cool down time.

Have second shift run a full system diagnostics on the drives. Lets use the time as long as we have it.

We have teams running diagnostics on every system on the ship. We should be in top shape by break out tomorrow night.

I left engineering and headed for my quarters. My shift was over and night watch would be reporting. I caught Mountain in the hall as I passed his quarters. I exchanged reports with him and turned over the chair.

My night was restless, even my wife ended up kicking me out of the bed because I was keeping her awake. I could not shake the feeling and the longer it lingered the deeper the feeling became.

We made it through my next shift in the seat without anyone losing their head. I left orders that I was to be awoken when we made break out. Our ship was working at one hundred. I was awoken in the night by the com unit on the wall. Sir, we are twenty minutes from break out.

I will be there shortly.

Mighty Mouse fell in step beside me as I headed towards the bridge. Captain, I found something that could be interesting. I was running the data on the crew of the Sequoia when I came across the personnel file for the second in command and his wife.

Spit it out, MM, I need either to confirm or break my suspicions.

The second in command, William Kines, is married to Janet Kines. Sir, her maiden name is Tigrat.

I froze in my tracks. When I turned to look at Mighty Mouse I already knew the answer to my question. I also did not need to ask.

She is admiral Tigrats daughter by his first marriage. Her specialty is security, and tactical.

We were in trouble. I knew without a doubt we where headed into a trap. Mighty Mouse, we need an edge. I think we are headed into a trap but have no way of proving it. Give me some kind of advantage.

Mighty Mouse stepped in front of me stopping me from walking. She looked up into my eyes before she spoke. Pig, we already have an advantage, we know it is a trap.

We continued onto the bridge, as I took the chair from Mountain I called out my orders. Lets get ready for our restart. I need all systems online and functioning five by five in twenty minutes. I thumbed the com panel on my chair to life. Engineering, are we a clean go for restart?

Yes, Sir, we are five by five and on standby for injector initiation, was the answer from the night chief.

I turned to see my wife join us on the bridge, and then looked over to our science and scanner stations. Might Mouse, is your filter tuned and ready?

Yes, Sir, I am fully ready for restart.

Slow Ride, give us a smooth comfortable start up.

Yes, Sir, Slow Ride answered as she initiated the restart sequence. I felt the slight vibration that always accompanied the start of our main gravity turbines. We all watched the main view screen as system statuses started to move towards the green.

Wrong Way, lay a course in for the last planet the Sequoia was investigating. Science and Tactical, initiate long range scans lets see if we can gather any information.

As the bridge began to bustle with activity, I waited for the engines to finish the cold start cycle. When the engines showed green across the board I gave the order, Engage the drives. I felt the smooth transition into powered flight. It felt good to be commanding a starship again, instead of a drifting hulk.

Phone call interrupted my good mood with an announcement. Sir, I am receiving a short space distress beacon. It is coming from the surface of the planet we are on course for.

Is it a message?

No, Sir, it is the auto beacon from a life pod.

Send out a hail to it and lets see if we get a reply. I looked up at the navigation display. It was about a light year and a half to the planet. That meant ten days to travel there. It also meant about ten minutes for a short space message to get through. Long range scans would only give us information on bodies of planetary size at this distance. We would have to be within a light day to detect something as small as a ship.

The twenty minutes for a message to make the round trip seamed to drag on into days. I received a shock when we actually received a reply.

This is Captain Furllow, of the UPS ship Sequoia. We have been stranded planet side after an altercation on board our ship. Its good to hear a friendly voice, Ticonderoga, is there any chance of a pickup, we have twenty crew members surface side.

Phonecall, fire up the wormhole generator, I need to talk to Captain Furllow and this wait will drive me nuts.

Link established, Sir, talk when ready.

Captain Furllow, this is Captain Graves of the Ticonderoga. I am glad to hear you are alive and well. Can you give me a situation and status report?

A moment later a distinguished looking gentlemen appeared on our main view screen. You have no idea how glad we are to hear from you. I am not really sure what happen. I turned my command over to my second in command at end of shift then my bridge crew and I retired to the lounge to relax for a bit. We were going to make planet fall the next morning. We had a couple of drinks and I suddenly got very tired. We woke up in an escape pod in mid planet fall. My ship and crew were not on sensors. It is my feeling we were drugged and abandoned.

I have reason to believe your second in command has taken control of your ship.

Captain Graves, I need my ship back. My crew only had three hundred and fourteen days before our tour was over and we could head home.

We are on our way to pick you up and we will discuss options at that time.

After the communications was cut, I turned towards Mighty Mouse and Marijuana. Do we have any information?

Nothing out of the ordinary is showing up on scans, my wife replied.

The waiting was driving me crazy. We were only a few hours away from the planet and still our scans had shown nothing. We had managed to verify the presence of the life pod on the planet. That was the only news we had received. We had maintained an open channel for Captain Furllow. His life pod did not have the communications upgrade.

I motioned to Phonecall to un-mute the channel, Ticonderoga to castaways.

This is the castaways, Lieutenant Dotty speaking.

Dotty, please let Captain Furllow know it is time to pack your bags, we will make planetfall in four hours.

I will tell him immediately, Sir.

As I was getting ready to sign off there was a massive lurch throughout the ship. This was followed by the sound of an explosion. Reports started coming in from all around the ship. Our number three nacelle had taken a direct hit from a torpedo. We were now spinning out of control. As we came around I saw the Sequoia looming over us. She must have hidden behind the gas giant and attacked when we passed.

Target that ship and fire! I barked out. We had come in with gunners in position. Shields on full! Helm, get us under control! We had gone from rescue to fight for our lives in less than a second.

Our first volley of torpedoes caught the Sequoia broadside. I looked over to see Mighty Mouse plugging in her monitor wire. Mighty Mouse, wait until we establish communications. She must have ignored me as I watched her slump forward against her console. Phonecall, open a channel to the Sequoia and copy broadcasts to high command. Gunners, pound her shields until she signals her surrender.

The ship that had attacked us was nearly twenty years older than ours. We had a good chance of crushing it completely. But I wanted the second in command and his wife alive. I also did not want to crush the ship if I could help it.

What happen next caught me completely by surprise. The impact of the torpedo on our opposite side rocked the ship. Our shields held but just barely. My tactical screen told the story. The Sequoia had three shuttles out and armed with torpedoes. The rigged launch tubes were slung under the craft. I watched a shuttle fire one of the torpedoes as Bumpy put us into a roll. I watched the screen as the torpedo skimmed along the bottom of my ship and headed straight for the Sequoia.

When my eye connected the path of the torpedo with its target I knew there was no other end. The torpedo went straight into the open shuttle bay of the Sequoia. The results were spectacular to say the least. The body of the craft was opened like a melon. How she remained intact enough to function at all was a miracle. She was no longer capable of any actions on her own.

My tactical station started barking maneuvers to deal with the shuttles. The fight had gone out of them. They were already signaling their surrender. Forty-five seconds into the fight and it was over.

Now, we had to clean up the mess. We had High Command and Captain Furllow both screaming for status reports. I watched on the screens as two of the shuttles started moving towards us and the third started to move away. My brain just managed to register the fact that something was wrong when my ships drives kicked in.

I spun to look at Mighty Mouses monitor. She had hijacked the computer and taken control of my ship. What was she doing? Then at the same time every monitor on the ship started flashing the words Hold on.

The snort drives suddenly powered to wide open. I could feel the ship protest as the drives were trying to rip her hull apart. Then my world turned inside out. The positions of the planets around us seemed to suddenly shift.

As I recovered my equilibrium, I looked up at the main screen. There was nothing but a wall of light back the way we had come from. I was watching the blast wave from a matter/anti-matter explosion. Tactical, Report! How long before that blast wave reaches the planet?

Thirty-six minutes, Pig. I am also tracking the last of their shuttles. It is seven light seconds in front of the wave and running like its ass is on fire.

Its ass is on fire! Phone Call, send a sit rep and logs to High Command and open the channel to Captain Furllow. He has to lift off his people now. We have to scoop them up and run for our lives!

Sir, they will achieve orbit in twenty-two minutes.

I slapped my com panel and called out to engineering. Jazz Hands have the tow beams ready for an emergency grab. We are going to have one shot at this.

Sir, this is Goodwrench. Jazz Hands is not available. We will have those beams ready.

Where is Jazz Hands?

He is in the generator room, Sir.

Get those beams ready.

Yes, Sir.

I closed the channel. If Jazz Hands has been nipping at the solvent again, I was going to strangle him. I fumed over that for a few minutes before I heard the report that the evac pods were lifting off from the surface of the planet. Bumpy, plot us an intercept course to the shuttle. Keep us in front of the blast wave. I want the occupants of that shuttle alive.

The first of the evac pods reached orbit. I opened the channel to engineering again. Get those pods on board as fast as possible.

Yes, Sir.

As I closed the channel I looked over at Mighty Mouse. She was still jacked into the console and out of body. I had no idea what she was doing but I hoped she knew.

As soon as the last pod was inside the shuttle bay, I gave the order. Bumpy, get us moving now!

I watched the throttles pushed forward and there was a moment of hesitation from the engines. Then we were moving on course to intercept the shuttle. Why had the engines hesitated? They had never acted that way before. I opened the channel to engineering again. What is going on down there?

Sir, this is Goodwrench again. I need to report a casualty. Jazz Hands was in the core room when the engines engaged. I am registering no life signs.

What was he doing in the core room?

When the engines engaged at full power earlier without moving, it burned out the main transfer couplings. Jazz Hands was replacing them sir.

My blood ran cold. I had lost one of my crew. I knew it would happen eventually but I was not ready to lose anyone. How can the captain of a ship ever be ready for that? Why wasnt I informed of the problem?

Jazz Hands ordered us not to inform you. He knew it would take him ten minutes to climb out after the couplings were replaced. If we had waited we would have been there when the blast wave hit.

I sat back as the ship moved to intercept the shuttle. My mind was recoiling at the thought of telling his wife. Then a voice cut through the fog in my head.

Captain Graves, I am pleased to meet you in person.

I looked up to see Captain Furllow standing over me. I stood and took his hand. I am glad we could be of assistance. Right now we are trying to catch that shuttle before the blast wave does. They are losing ground rapidly and are only a few seconds ahead of the wave.

Captain, I want the people on that shuttle as much as you do, I would not risk my ship and crew for their capture. Let the blast have them.

Behind us the planet was roasted as the wave swept over it. The atmosphere boiled away and every living thing on the surface experienced temperatures in excess of a million degrees. Those people are the only mutineers still alive. Their mutiny cost you your ship and crew. It cost me a member of my crew I considered a friend and family. Now they have cost a planet its life. I will have them or I will die trying to bring them to justice. The intensity in my eyes made him draw back.

Bumpy broke the tension with his announcement. Captain, we are pulling in front of the shuttle and will be in tow beam range in one minute.

As soon as he finished speaking the ship seemed to lurch slightly and then the words Go Now! appeared on the main screen.

Bumpy, pour on the speed! Get us out of here as fast as you can!

As the ship accelerated to maximum speed Mighty Mouse spoke from behind me. Captain, the prisoners are in the brig and Jazz Hands is in the medical lab.

Thank you, Mighty Mouse. I said, then as what she said sank in I turned to look at her. She was smiling.

Sorry, Captain, I did not have time to inform you. I teleported Jazz Hands out of the core room when the engines engaged. He has slight radiation burns and will need to be treated.

Thank you. I said softly, as it sank in that this young woman had saved the life of my crew and crew members several times during this encounter. I then turned to Captain Furllow. Captain, I believe we have some prisoners to interrogate. Would you care to join me?

I await the pleasure of this interview.

A few minutes of time found a small group of us standing in front of the brig cell that contained the prisoners. It consisted of Captain Furllow, Mountain, Mighty Mouse, and myself. I looked into the cell to see William and Janet Kines sitting naked on the bench.

Commander Kines, I am glad I get this chance to meet you. It seems we did not have a proper introduction when we first encountered each other. I am sure I do not have to inform you of the penalties attached to a charge of mutiny.

William Kines looked up at me and smiled. You cannot make a charge of mutiny stick. I was acting under orders from high command.

It seems your orders came through an unofficial channel. High command had no idea about your orders.

My orders came straight from the mouth of Admiral Tigrat himself.

Admiral Westland, did you get that last transmission?

Yes, Captain Graves, several MPs and I heard it.

Then I guess this interview is over. Captain Furllow, would you and your wife care to join us for dinner?

It would be an honor, Captain.

Later we were all sitting around the Captains table in the dining area. Captain Furllow, what are your plans for now? I asked as I we waited for our dinner to be brought.

That is an interesting question. I was looking forward to heading home. We only had a year left and then a long trip home. Now we either spend several years asleep in a short space pod or we stay as part of your crew and remain out here for fifteen more years. Captain, you will pardon me and my crew if we are a little down about this.

Mighty Mouse, do you think you can do it?

Yes, Sir, but we will have to have the couplings disconnected before I power up the engines.

Captain Furllow, what would you say if I told you we could get you home very quickly?

What do you mean by quickly?

That we will show you tomorrow.

This is painful, my crew and I were going to be the first successful return from going deep. Now we get to return home in disgrace, just another failed mission.

Your mission did not fail, Captain, it was betrayed from within. I am sure High Command will take that into account on your return.

I was sitting at my desk in our quarters. Mighty Mouse and I had a plan. Now we just had to clear it with Admiral Westland.

Captain, this is Nightwatch, your scrambled call to the admiral has gone through.

Transfer it to my quarters please. It only took a second for the call to connect to my desktop monitor. Admiral, I am aware it is highly unusual for us to place a call directly to you at your home. I need to explain what we are going to try tomorrow. After a lengthy conversation the Admiral agreed that it was the best solution. The twenty extra people would put too large a strain on my ships supplies. We had to get them home.

After the communications was terminated I moved over and put my arms around my wife. Baby, I love you. I said softly and felt her melt against my chest.

I love you too, Phillip. Take me to bed.

With all my heart. I said as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to our bed. I laid her gently in the bed and began to caress her through the silk nighty she wore. Her skin felt so smooth under my hands. I could hear the light sighs and moans that escaped her as she enjoyed my touch. I began to untie the bows that held her gown closed. With each small spreading of the silk I kissed the skin it revealed.

I could feel the heat of her skin rise as her passion began to burn. The aroma of her arousal began to fill my senses. I slid her nighty apart after untying the last bow. Then I caressed my hands down the skin of her sides and stomach. The light moan of passion that came from her built me higher. I began to kiss and lick her from head to foot. Every touch of my tongue would elicit a new sound of pleasure from her. In the weeks since we had admitted our love for each other our passion had grown. We were like newlyweds on our honeymoon. Every night we made love. That is what it was between us now. We both sought other companions for stress relief, but together we made love.

As my kisses and caresses intensified, she entwined her hands in my hair. I could feel her guiding me to what she wanted. I ran my tongue lightly along the lips of her pussy and listened to the inrush of breath into her lungs. No matter how hard she pulled my head towards her all I would give were fairy light touches and licks. I lifted her legs upward allowing me full access to her treasures. Then when her moans started turning into frustration I licked from her puckered rosebud to her clit.

Oh God, Phillip! She moaned out as she began to shudder and quake. Her nectar came to me in a flowing stream of sweetness. Her taste was like the purest ambrosia. I sucked her clit into my mouth and nipped at it lightly. Her small orgasm skyrocketed into the clouds. Her moans became cries of passion. When she started to relax I pushed my tongue deeply into her entrance and curled it upward. Several flicks of my tongue started her up that hill again. Soon she was moaning out my name and begging me to push her over. When I heard these pleas, I pushed my tongue deeply into her ass and she once again fell over into bliss. I rode the waves of her climax until she was starting to slow down then I pinched her clit between my fingers and stroked it with my middle finger. I could feel her start to stiffen again. When the rush came on her again, I pushed my tongue into her entrance and a finger into her rosebud. She went over into a cataclysmic climax. Her legs tried to clamp onto my head as she began to buck and try to get me off of her sensitive pussy. I held on and forced her to keep orgasming. She began to plead for me to release her. I began to stroke my finger in and out of her ass, as I worked her clit with my fingers and her pussy with my tongue. Within seconds she was pulling my hair and crying out. Then with a force of will strong enough to move mountains she spread her legs and grasped my ears. She knew I could not stay locked while she pulled on them. I gave up my feast as she pulled me up her body. We locked into a kiss full of passion and power.

I was in the perfect position. I felt her sudden exhalation of breath into my lungs as I thrust fully into her. Then she pulled her head back and moaned out her pleasure. My thrusts became urgent as I pushed her again into orgasm. I could feel her nectar running over me as she rode the tidal wave of our love making. Our passion had us kissing and thundering towards our conclusion. She pulled back from my kisses, then began to cry out, Cum with me, Phillip! Give me your essence! Give me your passion! I began to tense and my thrusts became erratic. We both were moaning out as we approached our climaxes. Then with one final thrust I buried my cock as deeply into her as I could. My cum flowed into her in spurts and waves as she cried out her orgasm.

In the afterglow of our lovemaking we snuggled and kissed. It felt so wonderful to be in her arms and to have hers around me. Somehow it made the place we were in so much more bearable. We talked through our days and relaxed. Then when we were both ready and cleaned up a little I walked over to the communications panel. After thumbing it to life I called the Med Lab. Melons, is there any change in Jazz Hands condition?

No, Sir, he will finish radiation decontamination at zero-eight-twenty-three tomorrow.

Contact me if there is any change. I then switched the channel to Mighty Mouses room. It is clear for entrance.

Thank you, Sir.

I had barely climbed back in the bed when Mighty Mouse entered our room in her pajamas. She climbed in the bed between us and we all wrapped our arms around each other. Just before I drifted off to sleep I heard my little mouse whisper. Good night, Dad. Good night, Mom.

We both mumbled, Good night, sweetheart.

Admiral Westland, it is good to see you this morning. I see you have the command admiralty with you. May I speak freely?

We are the only people in the room. Speak freely.

What we are about to attempt must remain a secret among the admiralty right now. I am sure they understand the reason for it. Captain Furllow has volunteered to be or first subject. He refuses to risk any other member of his crew. M.D. Roberts has successfully short range teleported our entire ship on two occasions. This will be the first time she has tried a person through the wormhole link.

How sure is she that it will work?

As admiral Westland spoke I heard the engines wind up. Then Captain Furllow disappeared from my office. It seemed like forever that we waited. Those two ticks of the old clock on the wall sounded like Thors hammer in my ears. Then just as suddenly the good captain was standing next to Admiral Westland. Everyone spoke at once. Please, one question at a time.

Do you realize just what this could mean for our exploration efforts? Admiral Westland asked softly as the others just stared at me through the view screen.

I am well aware of what this can mean. It will now be possible to re-crew ships in deep space as well as give them supplies. The problem I have is that a certain Admiral has a grudge against me personally. This same admiral is in charge of the effort to build a psychic transport station. If he finds out that he can send people through, he could well send a boarding party directly to my ship. I wish the admiraltys permission to blackmail him. As I spoke the remaining crew members of the Sequoia began to disappear from the office and reappear one hundred and twenty six light years away in the command building.

What do you mean Blackmail him?

The two leaders of the mutiny aboard the Sequoia that survived and were captured are his oldest daughter and her husband. Under our current command and law system I am autonomous while deep. That means I am the law onboard my ship. These two people are guilty of treason and mutiny. Those crimes carry some pretty stiff penalties. I will offer to suspend these penalties for his early retirement.

If we give you permission to do this we can have no knowledge of it.

Then we have an understanding. I will ask to speak to him alone. At the end of that conversation I will expect him to turn in his resignation letter.

We have not agreed to this. We need to know why we would want him to retire.

I will forward the logs from the Sequoias computer and some other communications between myself and the admiral. We can reconvene in two hours when you have had time to review the logs. If Admiral Tigrat is with you I will know your answer.

The logs were sent and we closed the channel. After it was closed I contacted security and had them bring the prisoners to my bridge office. It only took a few minutes for them to be brought. Both were wearing shackle restraints. I watched as they were brought into the office and sat on the couch. I had them placed there so that they would be fully visible to the view screen. Are you two both aware of the severity of the crimes you are guilty of?

As I said before, you cannot convict us of anything. We were acting under the orders of an admiral from High Command. William Kines said with more than a little bit of arrogance in his voice.

You seem to have forgotten something. We are deep, I am captain of this vessel, and therefore I am the law. I have more than enough evidence to have you both executed. Now all I need to do is decide the method of your punishment. I watched as the fear suddenly set into Janets eyes. I believe I will have Commander Kines executed via explosive decompression. Then as for Lieutenant Commander Kines, I will have her stripped of rank and used as a sex slave aboard the ship until we tire of her. Then I will use the matter recyclers reduce her to energy for our use.

William tried to jump up from his seat on the couch. Before he could get fully to his feet, Mountain triggered his restraints. I watched as he fell and writhed on the floor as electricity arced along his body. When the device finished discharging I looked at Mountain. Please place him back on the couch.

Mountain roughly jerked him up off of the floor and pushed him back down onto the couch. I walked over and stood in front of them. You abandoned the captain of your vessel on a planet with no hope of rescue. You attacked my ship without establishing communications or announcing any charges I was to be brought under. You also nearly cost a member of my crew his life. Give me one reason why I should be soft on you in any way?

Janet was in tears. Please, cant you just put us in a short space pod, and send us back to Earth?

I would be better off abandoning you on a random planet with no communications! You almost killed a member of my crew! I should have you both thrown in the core room and the engines brought to power slowly! You expect mercy from me? I stormed out of my office leaving the two of them there to think about what was going to happen. I had a crew member to be there for. Mountain and Everest would keep them in line.

My feet soon had me standing in front of the sickbay. Mighty Mouse had followed me and was only a step behind me. Pig, you wouldnt really do that to them, would you?

No, I wouldnt do that to them, but they have to be afraid if this is going to work. You have a bad habit of eavesdropping.

I cant help it. I can hear everyone on the ships thoughts all the time.

I turned to look at her slowly. Can you hear what the prisoners are thinking?

Yes, she is terrified and he is trying to plan how to kill you and escape.

What I am about to ask is very important. Can you talk to us with your mind?

I have never tried.

Try it with Mountain. Warn him about William. She nodded and seemed to lose focus for a moment. Then she looked at me.

I startled him a bit, but he knows now.

Thank you. I turned and we went into the Med Lab to find Melons and Jazz Hands. As I approached his bedside he looked up at me.

Captain, how did I get here? I expected to wake up in the last great unknown.

You had a guardian angel looking out for you. She yanked you out at the last instant.

How did she even know what I was doing? I gave all the engineering crew orders to keep you clueless until it was over.

You dont want to know, and if you ever give that order again I am going to give you extra duties.

Yes, Sir.

For this infraction I am giving you three days off. You saved the ship, now go get some rest. When you get back your first duty is to redesign the main couplings. I want to be able to disengage them by remote from the bridge. We also need to be able to fire up the backup generators and leave them uncoupled. I want Mighty Mouse to have all the power she needs at command.

Yes, sir.

Good, now as soon as the doctor releases you, you are to take a three day vacation with your wife. Yes she gets to share in your punishment.

Yes, sir, and thank you.

I am not the one you should be thanking.

Jazz Hands turned to look at Mighty Mouse. Thank you, I am truly grateful.

You are more than welcome.

I was sitting in my office again. William was lying on the floor with fresh bruises just starting to show. Mountain had reported that he had tried to attack them. I figured the bruises would look good for my little act. Then the call came in.

Captain, the admiralty is on channel and waiting.

Thank you, Phone Call, please forward it to my office. I waited the few seconds it took for the screen to become active. I almost jumped for joy when I say Admiral Tigrat among them. Good Morning, Sirs. I have asked for this conference to inform you of my decision regarding the charges of Mutiny and High Treason against William and Janet Kines. I watched as Admiral Tigrat paled in the background. It is my decision that William is to be executed in one hour in the method of explosive decompression. Janet will serve an indeterminate sentence as sex slave aboard this ship until we tire of her. Then she will be executed by total energy conversion.

You cant! Admiral Tigrat started to say but was cut off by Admiral Westland.

I am afraid he can. He has autonomous power while deep. It is his right and power to uphold the laws as he sees fit. I assume you have evidence to support the charges?

Yes, Sir, I have the logs from the Sequoia. They detail the contact between these two and one of the admiralty staff. They also detail the events of the mutiny and our own logs detail the events of the attack on this ship.

We will expect a full report with your weekly check in.

It will be forwarded, Sir.

It is customary for the condemned to get a last visitation with family. May we ask this mercy from you?

I would not consider myself a captain if I was cruel about this sentence. Might I suggest you step out of the room so that Admiral Tigrat can say goodbye to he oldest daughter and her husband? I watched as the admiralty stepped out of the room leaving Admiral Tigrat at my mercy. Once they were clear of the room I spoke openly. It seems, Admiral Tigrat, that you have misjudged me and my crew and now your daughter and son-in-law are going to pay the price.

Please, Phillip?

Please what? Please spare them from your attack? Please spare them from the crimes they committed in your name? Why would I do that?

Phillip&hellip,

I am Captain Graves to you. You have no right to call me by my first name.

I watched as he seemed to swallow and nearly choke on the words. Captain Graves, please put them in a pod and send them home to me.

What do I get out of that? Then you will just contact some other loyal clown and send them after me. I am tired of watching over my shoulder for your traps. As long as your daughter is on my ship we will be safe from your attacks. Besides, I have not had the pleasure of this daughter. I am sure she will be a most attentive slave. Imagine those lips wrapped around my&hellip,

Please, I will do anything.

My mind jumped in elation. I had found his weakness. His family was his Achilles heel. So if I return your family to you then you will tender your resignation? I want to see you resign in disgrace.

I&hellip, I&hellip,.

Mountain please escort Mister Kines to airlock one. Everest please take Missus Kines down to the lounge and outfit her with her collar.

Wait! I will do it.

Sit down and type up the letter of resignation, now. Hold it up to the screen, when you are done, so I can read it. If it leaves the camera view after I have read it, I will terminate the call and proceed with the punishment. I watched as he typed up his letter. In my mind I was dancing. I had Tigrat over a barrel. If he refused he would lose his family forever. I would let his daughter contact them and tell them he refused her safety for his career. If he did it his career was over.

The Admiral finished his letter in only a few minutes then held it up to the screen. I read through it and found it all in order. Then I invited him to ask the other admirals to return to the room. Oh and, Admiral, you might want to note that the recording station is off. So any claim of duress for your resignation will have no support.

I watched the admiral growl as he called out to the others. Within seconds they were standing in front of the view screen again. It seems that Admiral Tigrat has offered his resignation to spare the lives of his Daughter and Son-in-law. I have graciously accepted. I am afraid Admiral Tigrat I will have to forgo my promise of being there at your retirement party.

It was Admiral coffee that spoke first. You do realize Admiral Tigrat that if we accept this it is irrevocable. You also will only retire on half pension.

Yes, Robert, I understand. I would do anything to ensure my familys lives.

I interrupted the talk at the far end. May I make a request?

Certainly, Captain, What is your request?

I would like to have the admirals resignation refused, and he allowed to retire in the normal course of time with full pension. I do not believe his family should be made to suffer.

All of the admirals looked at me in surprise.

Maybe I should explain. I feel I owe my present position to the trust the admiral showed in me when he promoted me and gave me the command of this ship. As such I feel the admiral should be forgiven for any part in this and allowed to continue his duties. It is my understanding that the Liskian home world is in need of an ambassadorial presence. It is my belief that he will fit that position admirably.

I waited as they all absorbed what I had said. Then Admiral Tigrat spoke softly. Why?

Admiral, I am not a vengeful man. I just want you to let me do my job and explore. We had an agreement at one time. Please allow me to die my bloody death at my own hand.

I looked upward and called out. Mighty Mouse, send them home. Within seconds the engines had wound up and the two prisoners disappeared. I then turned to the view screen again. Admiral, I and my crew are in enough danger out here. Let us face it. I cannot speak for Captain Furllow, he may well still wish to press charges for the loss of his ship and crew. As I spoke the two people appeared among the admiralty.

Admiral Tigrat looked at me through the view screen. Captain Graves, I believe we have an understanding. He then turned to the other admirals. I would accept the post as Liskian embassador, if it is offered.

After Mountain and Everest had left my office, Mighty Mouse entered. May I ask a question about why you did not press your advantage on the Admiral?

You can ask. I said with a small smirk. She stood there waiting for my answer then she started to giggle.

Why didnt you press your advantage? You had him nailed to the wall and he knew it.

If I had pressed it he could have called duress. Even without logs for evidence the facts would have been compelling. There is an aspect of this though you are forgetting.

I understand that Captain Furllow may press the issue.

You went through the crew roster. Who is Captain Furllows father.

He is the current president of the United Planets.

What exactly do you think is going to happen to Admiral Tigrat when the president gets word that the admiral tried to have his son abandoned on a planet?

Oh my!

Exactly, I do not believe that the Admiral is going to be an ambassador. It is a lot more likely he is going to be In charge of garbage disposal or sewage system maintenance. I said as I headed for the door to my office.

I walked onto the bridge. Bumpy, what is our next target of opportunity?

There is a habitable world around a star four light years away.

Point and click, Bumpy.

Yes. Sir.