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Flash By Waldo (mellin6695.aol.com) Warning - Flash Gordon, Dale, Zarkov, Ming and the planet Mongo don't belong to me, but were borrowed for this parody. If you're not an adult, don't read any further. This story may be posted on web sites that offer free distribution of stories to the general public. Just drop me an e-mail telling me where it's posted and I'll be happy. Chapter 1 - The rescue The space radio broadcast crackled and popped as the distant transmission barely reached the rocket base's main radio room. The radio operator put on a large set of earphone to block out other noise so that he could concentrate on hearing the faint broadcast. After two minutes of intently listening, he determined that the broadcast was a repeated automated emergency broadcast. He processed the recorded broadcast through the signal amplification equipment to strengthen the broadcast. That likewise removed most of the noise. He listened to the amplified broadcast to verify his original assumptions, before he activated the Intercom to the rocket base's Management Control Room. "Radio room Operator Wilson to Captain Browning. Please come to the radio room." After he got a short acknowledgement that the Captain was on the way to the radio room, the operator replayed the tape of the amplified signal. He was just finished listening to the short broadcast when Captain Browning entered the room, asking in his high peek-squeak voice "What's the problem, Wilson?" Although the Operator wanted to laugh every time that he heard the high pitched falsetto voice coming from the big bear of a man; the operator knew that the Captain's beard hid the scars on his neck where a Validian laser blast had almost cut his head off, thus the unrealistic voice. Pointing to a spare set of earphones, he responded "Just got a faint call. It's on one of those secret frequencies that Earth asked us to monitor without telling us why we should be monitoring it." "I see. Well, let's listen to it." The Captain removed his black beret, revealing the bald spot where the Tijeacr's slap with its razor sharp claws had removed part of his scalp down to the bone. Putting the earphones on, the Captain nodded for the radio operator to start the recording. The amplifier removed most of the popping and crackling resulting in an amplified voice so that the distant broadcast was somewhat understandable. The Captain shut his eyes as he listened to the recorded broadcast "Space Vehicle Tiara to Earth. Space Vehicle Tiara to Earth. Emergency. A meteor has damaged the ship. Captain Walken and twenty-three of the crew are dead. Only I, Corporal Joseph Hurley, the Vehicle's Cook, survived the impact. I'm temporary safe in the kitchen because I've got all the food and water that I need and the air locks are holding. But everyone else is dead. I don't know how long the batteries will last to provide breathable air and heat. This unsteerable vehicle is drifting in the dead of space. Request immediate rescue. This message will repeat every two minutes for as long as the batteries hold out." Jerking his earphones off and throwing them hard against the radio room's wall, the Captain's angry voice sounded somewhat like Donald Duck's angry voice as he rapidly yelled "Walken's dead. One of the finest men that I ever had the pleasure to serve with in a combat situation. Fuck! Fuck! Fucking dumb luck. He survived the Angorvlian Crisis. Three years later he was one of the forty-two men who lived through the Stromburg Crash. Now he's been killed by a damn meteor. Fuck!" The big bear of a man paced the room, his face ruddy red, his eyes blazing with anger and his large muscles contracting as he fought to restrain the anger that he felt at the death of his friend. Stopping his pacing, he took several deep breaths, then said "I knew about this mission but I was under orders to be mum about it. Well, there's only one thing to do." He unbuttoned the top button of his tunic and pulled a key out that he kept on a chain around his neck. He stood in front of the wall safe, entered a combination onto the combination lock, and then inserted the key into the lock. When the safe opened, he removed a small notebook and began skimming through the various pages, after making sure that he was holding the book so that operator couldn't see any of the pages. After going through about forty pages, he said "Ah ha. Here it is. Set the frequency to 1.2.04.384.72.96.4.271." The operator's puzzled look reflected his confusion. Being the consummate technician, Wilson knew that there wasn't a radio in space that used more than a six parsed code so everything up to 96 was correct but 4.271 wouldn't work. He started to request the captain to verify the frequency but the Captain noticed his hesitation and responded "I know it sounds like an invalid frequency, but it will work if you punch it in. I know that we've got one ship in the Qua Quadrant that's monitoring that high frequency. And that's the only ship that's close enough to our damaged ship that could rescue it." Clearing his voice while looking the young operator in the eyes to decide if he could trust him, the Captain said "Now what I'm getting ready to do, is in direct opposition to my orders. I want to write something down, then I want you to read it as you broadcast on that frequency. My voice is in the high range where I would be not understandable and your deep voice is perfect for any transmissions on that frequency." He sat down and wrote several words on a page, then handed them to the radio operator. The operator verified that his equipment was set to the designated frequency then began reading "Rocket Base Z-Alpha to Explorer 1. Space Vehicle Tiara partially destroyed by meteor. Walken and most of crew dead. Only the Vehicle's Cook still alive. Request that you investigate to pick up survivor if possible. Will notify Earth at next security briefing. Browning out." As soon as the operator finished the message, the Captain picked up the page, put it into his notebook and resealed everything in his safe. Turning to the operator, he said "Now for the hard part. I order to forget about that message that you received along with what we discussed. You've never heard of the Tiara, Corporal Hurley, or those high frequencies. You will not discuss this with anyone." As the big Captain put his black beret back on his head, he looked up as if he could see through the metal walls of the radio room and softly said "When I get off duty, I'll drink a toast to your memory, old friend." For a second, the operator thought that he saw just the briefest glimmer of a tear in the big burley Captain's eye as the senior warrior fondly remembered his dead friend. Then the Captain strode out of the small room, leaving the operator to his duties. ****** Four hundred thousand miles away, a small rocket ship slightly changed course because of the secretive radio message. The new coordinates would take them toward the damaged ship's last known location. Once they got there, they would use radio directional finders to locate the remains of the Tiara. ****** Deep within the remains of the Tiara, Corporal Joseph Hurley wore a bulky spacesuit within the kitchen. He didn't wear it because it was comfortable or because he was worried about a sudden air leak. He wore it because he was cold. The meteor's impact had destroyed the engines and there wasn't any power. No power meant no heat. There was a little power but he was saving that for the hourly oxygen regeneration process and the radio emergency broadcasts. When the meteor hit, Hurley was in the kitchen baking a large cake for the Chief Engineer's birthday. The impact tossed him across the kitchen, resulting in bruises and minor cuts from flying dishes. As soon as he climbed out of the rubble of his destroyed cooking gear, he'd rushed to the Vessel's Intercom and called the bridge - but there wasn't any answer. He started to rush down to the bridge but just before he opened the air lock; he luckily saw the flashing red lights which signaled an air leak. He opened the emergency cabinet in the kitchen, removed the spacesuit and slipped into it. He explored the various air- locked areas one at a time, discovering that there wasn't any air except within the airlock around the kitchen area. He discovered the dead bodies of most of the crew in the armory, where they had been doing routine maintenance on the weapons when the meteor struck. The sight of seventeen dead crew members scared him so badly that he considered rushing back to the safety of his kitchen. Knowing that he had to discover if anyone else survived, he proceeded searching the vessel. Entering the bridge, he discovered why there weren't any answers to his calls. Everyone on the ship was dead, except for him. Even his beloved Captain, who was allergic to eggs and required a special diet, was dead in his Captain's chair on the bridge. He spent the next two hours evaluating the ship space's worthiness. He determined that the meteor's impact had caused a small rupture in the vessel's walls. Only the kitchen was spared because of the closed air locks in that area. The ship lost most of its air through the meteor hole. Returning to the bridge, he activated the emergency radio broadcast and turned off everything else using electricity to conserve the limited resources. Then he went back to the kitchen to wait for rescue. A spacesuit isn't made for long term wear. It is designed for six to ten hours, not for the five days that he wore it after the crash. The limited amount of electricity in the batteries which was needed for making oxygen and the automated emergency radio broadcast meant that there wasn't any electricity for other functions - such as for heat. It was cold in the spacesuit. At the ship's distance from the sun, the outside temperature was six hundred degrees below zero. Within the semi-protected kitchen, it was a mild two hundred below zero. Within his battery-maintained spacesuit, he kept it a chilly one degree above zero. Any more heat and he would deplete the battery's charge before help could arrive. There was only an estimated three to seven more days of charge left on the batteries. But he didn't think that help would come soon because it was a good six weeks from the nearest rocket base - Z-Alpha. So he waited and sat in the dark, in his freezing cold suit, removing it only when he had to eat, drink or use the bathroom. ****** "There it is. I've got it locked in on the directional finder. We should be there in...twenty-seven point three hours." A smile broke out on the man's face then changed to a frown as he added "If only he's still alive. It's been nine days since the impact." The pilot of the small rocket ship adjusted a control on his panel, then turned to his companion, letting their eyes speak for them. Neither of them said a word. They knew too well the dangers of space and its high cost in lives. The two men were direct opposites in their appearance. The pilot was an early thirtyish handsome, blonde-haired, six foot tall, one-hundred-eighty pounds of solid muscle. He looked like he could pose as a model for clothes ads or be a quarterback on a football team. The bushy-bearded other man was balding, in his late fifties, slightly overweight and looked like he belonged behind a microscope instead of in a rocket ship. The young man was clearly an adventurer from his fit body and intelligent appearance. The other man - well, sometimes those research guys also got the opportunity to go out into space. The pilot verified the information on his main display screen one last time, then switched the auto-pilot on. Turning to his companion, he said "Well doc, its going to be a little crowded for the next six weeks if he's still alive. Our small ship isn't made to support more than one person for a long term flight. Except for the oversized engine and extra fuel cells, this little baby was only designed for short hops that shouldn't exceed three days." The doctor grimaced then waved at the small bed just behind where they were sitting "We're already used to sleeping in shifts with the one bed. I'll admit it's going to be interesting with only one bed, two chairs, and ten square feet of unused floor space being shared by three people. I hope that our friend isn't claustrophobic." The pilot's stern eyes conflicted with the mild smile on his lips as he corrected his traveling companion "you mean shared by four people." ****** Inside the spacesuit, Corporal Joseph Hurley felt like he was almost frozen solid. Eighteen hours earlier, the vehicle's batteries went completely dead. As a result, the radio broadcasts ceased, the spacesuit heater quit functioning and the air started becoming thick with gases other than oxygen. His face was chalky white, there were small icicles hanging from his eyelashes and nose hair. His breathing was quite shallow and he was having a hard time staying awake. He was only minutes from drifting off into a deep permanent sleep as his body shut down functions - just as the vessel had shut down after the batteries went dead. As a result of the on - off sleep of his freezing body, he had frequently hallucinated. So when he saw someone enter the kitchen and bend over him, he didn't think nothing of it. It was roughly the same hallucination that he had experienced over the last forty-eight hours as his health declined from lack of oxygen and the coldness. And when the hallucination picked him up from the floor of the gravity-less wrecked space vessel, he didn't move, object or get excited - after all, it was only a dream. But as the spacesuited hallucination carried him through the different airlocks to the main airlock, something began to sink into Hurley's confused mind - the hallucination felt solid as if it could be real. And when the hallucination carried him through the main airlock, into a smaller airlock that he had never seen before, something within Hurley's confused mind told him that perhaps it was real. Perhaps he was being rescued. Then the hallucination carried him into a small rocket's crowded cabin and laid him on the rocket's small floor as he felt the artificial gravity being turned on. Staring through his frost- covered visor, Hurley could see the space-suited person bending over him and could feel someone removing his helmet. As the helmet came off and warm air rushed across his face, he could see a man in the cabin's small background shutting the airlock. Then the heavy-set bearded man rushed to his side and began gently slapping the frozen man's face as the rescuer called out "Hurley. Talk to me. I'm Doctor Zarkov. It's going to be all right. We're here and you're going to be all right now." Hurley couldn't talk because of his chattering teeth. As the doctor fumbled with removing Hurley's spacesuit, the semi- frozen cook watched his spacesuited rescuer stand up and remove the helmet. As the helmet came off, Hurley saw the beautiful face of a female angel. A young angel with long curly dark hair, a cute button of a nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and wide seductive eyes with delicate lashes. It was a woman's classical type of beautiful face that painters sought to capture on their canvas. Her face sticking out of the bulky spacesuited reminded the cook at first, of one of his favorite actresses from one of the old classical movies that was still being shown on Earth television stations - a young Raquel Welch as she played the long curly- haired heroine in the movie about a 2000 B.C cavewoman. The woman's attractive youthful facial features presented the same exotic, fiery-eyed beauty as the movie star. But this woman's face was prettier with her wide expressive dark eyes that were highlighted by natural delicate lashes and lips that just begged to be kissed; a natural beauty that didn't need makeup to look attractive. Her thick mane of curly shoulder length hair was so naturally dark that it was almost black but combined with her tanned skin and exotic features; it just made her more ravishing beautiful. Hurley normally preferred blondes but this woman's hair perfectly framed her beautiful face and complimented her tanned complexion so that she invoked a sense of classical beauty instead of the artificial beauty that blonde hair usually conjures. Hurley could only stare at the woman's attractive face as she fumbled with her suit's closures while the doctor worked on Hurley's suit closures. Her suit was heated, so it was more pliable and she was able to get completely out of it before the doctor finished opening up Hurley's frozen suit. As she slipped out of the large bulky spacesuit which hid the seductive roundness of her womanly body, Hurley could only stare at the relative smallness and absolute femininity of her youthful mid- twenties body clad in the standard female officer's uniform. Freed from the form-hiding bulkiness of the spacesuit, there was no way that her body could be mistaken as being a male body because of her shapely curves. All the crewmembers on his vessel had been male. That was the standard crew composition on all military exploration vessels. Thus it was more than five months since the frozen cook last feasted his eyes on a woman and almost eight months since he had his last sex experience. That was with a prostitute at the space port as the crew prepared their ship for take-off. Less than a week after the sex and subsequent departure, the Captain followed standard procedures. The Captain ordered the whole crew to start taking the erection-inhibitor pills on a daily basis. The policy on pills guaranteed celibacy within the close confines of the exploration vessels. The pill was the government's method to ensure that sexual problems were kept to a minimum on long space flights. It controlled the physical desires of the person's body so that the taker was unable to develop an erection even under the most intense physical stimulation, so that masturbation was impossible. It also affected the person's mind so that they didn't care or think about sex; in effect turning them into docile crewmembers who only achieved satisfaction through the performance of their tasks. There were some problems with taking the pills. The pills had to be taken daily and once a man quit taking the pills, the usual male experienced several weeks of suddenly released, strong, sometimes uncontrollably too strong desires. Sort of like a dam bursting as the man remained aggressively horny and constantly aroused from the aftereffects. Thus the high number of prostitutes that the government permitted to hang around the major space docking ports, served a function as the women helped the men through the typical several week's transition period back to more normal sexual demands. Because of the wreck, it was almost a week since Hurley swallowed his last erection-inhibitor pill. The danger, the coldness, the constantly-on spacesuit and the loneliness had kept him from experiencing the known aftereffects. But as he watched her push the spacesuit away from her body revealing the government standard-issue, woman officer's uniform, he felt the first traces of warmth within his body - a mild warmth as more blood flowed into his semi-frozen penis. When she was out of her spacesuit, she helped the doctor peel Hurley's suit away from his body. Both rescuers bent over the cook undressing him, but Hurley stared only at the woman's face, obviously preferring to look at her instead of the doctor. After they got him out of the spacesuit, the doctor started removing the first of the four layers of clothes that Hurley was wearing under the suit to stay warm. The doctor described the danger that the cook was still facing "We've got to get him out of these frozen-solid clothes and into a warm bed. The longer that he stays frozen, the more chance that he runs a higher potential of damage to his skin and vital organs. Unfortunately, we don't have any means to warm his body..except with our own body heat." The woman's soft voice warmed Hurley's soul as she abruptly began unzipping her officer's tunic. She answered the doctor's statement in a matter-of-fact voice but to the frozen man who was feeling alive in only one throbbing part of his body, she sounded like a angel as she declared "You barely fit into the cot by yourself so there's no way that the two of you can squeeze onto the cot. If he needs body heat, then it looks like I'm the best choice for this job." The quick pull of the zipper down her tunic revealed two perfect, tear-drop shaped perky chalk-white breasts. Hurley's eyes were focused on her perfect body as she unzipped and removed her tunic. Stepping back from the cot slightly, she sat down in one of the near-by pilot chairs and began tugging off her boots. Ignoring the closer doctor who was busy reading his medical instruments and undressing the cook, Hurley stared at woman's perfect exposed jiggling breasts as she fumbled with removing her boots. He was frozen, but he felt the warmth within his groin become warmer and more enjoyable. Five solid months of taking an erection-inhibitor pill every day had reduced his cock to being nothing more than a pee-spout. Now that the pill was out of his system and his body was beginning to return to normal, the side-effects of suddenly having a cock again was beginning to cause him to experience the strong sexual desires that the pill had stopped. By the time that the woman was completely undressed, revealing a picture-perfect body that belonged in a centerfold layout, the doctor had most of Hurley's clothes off. The naked woman moved back to the cot to assist the doctor and kneeled over Hurley as the doctor tugged on the various protective layers of trousers. The cook almost groaned out loud when her nimble hands expertly unfastened his trousers, allowing the doctor to tug the trousers down off his legs. While she was busy getting him undressed, Hurley could only stare at her magnificent body as he looked at her youthful womanly profile as she kneeled beside him and fumbled with his trousers. It was 'a dream come true' he thought as his mind began fantasying about her using her mouth to restore the heat to his body. The mental image of her voluptuous red lips wrapped around his cock, blowing warmth into his body through his cock, caused him to experience a rush as more blood filled his cock, causing it to feel warm - and very alive. He imagined her sucking on his cock until the sweat from her exertions restored his body to the normal color and temperature. But his fantasy didn't come true - well, part of it didn't come true. As soon as Hurley was completely undressed, she scooted around his prone-on-the-floor spread-out position to where she was kneeling behind his head. Lifting up on his head and shoulders, she scooted her kneeling warm legs under his shoulders supporting his frozen back, allowing him to look up at the underside of the two most perfect nipples that he had ever been privileged to look at. A dying man has to do whatever it takes to try to stay alive. Hurley knew that he wasn't dying at that moment and seeing the soft flesh of the breast so close to his face, was enough to give him another objective. If he was going to die, it was going to be after he sucked on one of those beautiful tits. He stared at them as he pulled the last remaining strength from deep inside himself and prepared to launch himself toward the woman's perfect breasts. But before he could lift his head and aim his mouth at her perfect puffy areola, the doctor grabbed Hurley's legs, and she slipped her arms under Hurley's back, lifting his head as they picked him up. Her lifting his upper body resulted in the back of his head resting in the cleavage between her soft warm breasts. The soft breasts spread apart as his head pressed against them, letting his head push the woman's soft mounds of flesh further apart. Both of them lifted at the same time and although Hurley couldn't feel anything but numbness in most of his body, he knew that his neck was supported by two of the most fantastic breasts in the world. Before he could turn his head to look at one of the beautiful tits from a closer viewpoint, the doctor and woman spun him around and laid him on the small cot. Hurley bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud as he felt her warm breasts pull away from his body. As they adjusted his position on the cot, the woman who was leaning over him as she adjusted a pillow under Hurley's head, revealing her beautiful hanging down mounds, said in a somewhat grumpy tone of voice "Looks like he's perfectly functional between the legs. Doesn't appear to be any damage to that part of his body." They shoved him against the wall to make room for her in the small cot beside him. She slipped into the small be, putting her arms around his neck, pulling his cold body tight against her warm chest, as she shared her body heat with him. She spread her legs around his legs and pressed his frozen thigh against her warmest and most intimate area. Knowing that she had to warm him quickly, she began rubbing her upper leg up and down his thigh, spreading her body heat across a larger portion of his body. His teeth were chattering from the cold but a warm fire was raging through his body from the combined aftereffects of the pills and the nearness of her delicious body. The doctor covered them with the only blanket to keep the body heat from escaping as they huddled close together. Pressed closely together in the small space, the woman stared into Hurley's eyes, seeing the sexual hunger deep within his soul. Recognizing that he was probably considering her body to be his for the taking, she voiced her rules for her intimate contact "If you get the wrong ideal and start trying to take advantage of this situation, then I'm out of here. I'm only here because you need heat and this is the only method that we've got on this small rocket to quickly warm your body back up. As soon as you've somewhat recovered and don't need my body heat anymore, I'll get up." She pulled his face close to her body, letting her oh-so-close wonderful-feeling body share her body's warmth with the cook's frozen body. As her warm breath flowed across his frozen neck and her gentle rubbing of his back and thigh by her constantly moving arm and leg brought the first tinges of warmth into those frozen areas, he felt his erection become even more alive as it quickly filled with warm blood. She noticed the erection also because she stiffened slightly as the banana-like hard appendage pressed heavily against her soft belly. She changed her body position slightly so that her pelvic mound was closer to his hip than to his groin. Groaning slightly through his chattering teeth, he arched his back slightly, as he also moved so that his groin was once again rubbing against her groin. Obviously not liking the feel of his throbbing erection against her soft mound of pubic hair, she pulled slightly away from him and tried to keep her genitalia away from his probing erection. Staring angrily into his eyes to warn him to control himself, she whispered "NO! Now behave yourself." He couldn't behave himself if he wanted to. The after effects of being medically impotent for five months and suddenly finding himself naked in bed with an equally naked beautiful angel was too much for him to handle. He grabbed her and expertly quickly rotated their bodies on the cot so that she was pinned under him with her legs spread wide around his legs in the standard missionary position. Laying on top of her with much heavier weight, his erection felt like a solid banana mashed between their tightly pressed bodies. She resisted his positioning change but his stronger strength and heavier body was more than she could handle. She felt his back arch slightly and the heavy cockhead drift from her belly button down her body as he began pulling his butt back and lining up so that he could force his cock into her. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she firmly positioned her groin so tightly against his body that he couldn't line his cockhead up with her vagina entrance. Turning her head which was the only other part of her body that she could move under his heavy weight, she loudly called the doctor "DOC! He's acting up. Give him something! QUICK before I have to hurt him." He couldn't say what he really wanted to say to her because of his chattering teeth, but he was thinking "Let me give you something...then you can hurt me." Then he felt the blanket being lifted from his back exposing his naked rump and the unexpected stinging of a needle's gentle prick as the doctor injected something into him. Hurley could've fought the needle and possibly pulled away before too much of the drug was injected into him. But he was concentrating more on breaking the strong grip of the woman's legs which were wrapped so tightly around his waist that he couldn't get the clearance room that he needed to line up his cock head with her pussy. As the warmth of the drug rushed through his body relaxing him so much that he had to devote all of his energy to staying awake, he decided that he was still hallucinating. After all, who had ever heard of a woman on a rocket ship? And there weren't any stories of anyone being rescued by a naked woman's body heat so this had to be dream. But it sure felt real, especially her firm tits pressed tightly against his chest. As he drifted off to sleep, he didn't care if he was going to die now. His cavalier attitude was because of the fantastic naked woman's body curled up next to him which also caused the broad smile on his face. Chapter 2 - Fuck you Ming "How are you feeling?" The unexpected words and the gentle fingers lifting his eyelid awaken Joseph Hurley from his drugged sleep. Staring up at the fuzzy looking face bent over him, it took a couple of seconds for Corporal Hurley to focus his eyes where he could clearly see the man's middle-aged bearded face who was bending over him. Opening his mouth and smelling his own breath which smelled like mothballs, Hurley answered slowly "It wasn't a dream? Tell me that it wasn't a dream and she really exists.", asking it more as a question than as a statement. The question obviously amused the bearded man because his face quickly changed expression from a being a deadpan professional appraisal to a grinning 'yeah-I-know-what-you- mean' bar-buddy type of smile "Dream? The ship wreck was real, your rescue from your dying ship was real as well as your current presence on our too small vessel. Just relax because everything is all right now that you're with us. Welcome aboard this place that I've called home for the last four weeks - Explorer 1. I'm Doctor Zarkov, but you can call me Hans or Doc. I answer to either name." Hurley turned his head to look around as he verified that he was indeed not on the Tiara any more. He slowly sat up in the bed, letting the blanket fall away from his naked body as he spun on the cot so that he could put his feet on the floor. Looking around the small cabin, he saw a blonde-haired man sitting in the Pilot's chair, working on the controls. The chisel sharp profile of the man's face looked familiar but the cook couldn't associate a name with the pilot's face. The doctor handed Hurley some clean clothes as he pointed toward the busy pilot and continued the introductions "And that's Flash. Flash Gordon. Maybe you've heard of him.or at least read about him. Some wag back on Earth is trying to cash in on Flash's real-life adventures by drawing a comic strip about his legendary space exploration exploits for the Sunday comic papers. They also feature me as his sidekick but I think that I'm better looking than the way that they draw me." Hurley's mouth gaped open as he stared at the legendary pilot and space explorer. No wonder that he recognized the facial features of the famous astronaut. Over the last five years, there had been so many pictures of the famous explorer in the papers that everyone was familiar with his features and name. Then the pictures and articles had faded just after the comic strip was started. Some of Hurley's friends thought that Flash Gordon was someone that the government had invented to cheer up the Earth's population after their disastrous contacts with aliens from other planets. That once the publicity had goaded the citizens into action, that he wasn't needed anymore - thus the reason that there hadn't been anything lately about Flash Gordon. To see him was an honor. To be on the same rocket ship with him was an adventure that Hurley knew that he would never forget. Now that the basic introductions were out of the way, the doctor instructed the still somewhat dazed rescued man "Hurry up and get dressed. This is a small ship and we don't have much room to share. There's just the one cot for everyone to share. Flash's had a rough several hours correcting our course to get us back on target, so he needs to rest. We'll have to take turns sleeping in the cot which means that he can't get any sleep until you're completely out of it. I know that you've got a lot of questions but we've also got a lot of questions for you. Now get dressed then we'll talk." Hurley accepted the clean clothes that the doctor was offering. It was one of his own uniforms that he had worn under the spacesuit but it was clean from where someone had cleaned it while he slept. As he dressed, he glanced around the small cabin, realizing that the rocket ship was the smallest rocket that he had ever seen. The doctor noticed his exploring glances and offered an explanation "Explorer 1 is a planet hopper that we've modified so that it can also be used to travel around the solar system much further than it was originally designed to travel. Its small size makes it very limited on cargo and personnel but when we enter a planet's atmosphere, its small size make it very maneuverable which allows us to easily land and take off again as if we were nothing more than a simple airplane. We were on our way to a planet on a two man rescue mission when your emergency rescue call came in. We diverted our course just long to pick you up, then Flash spent several hours putting us back on a course to our original target. We don't have enough fuel to take you to someplace inhabitable to drop you off so you'll just have to come along with us until we finish this assignment." Standing up somewhat shakily as he finished putting on his uniform, Hurley responded "When I signed up for space travel, I was hoping that someday that I could be more than just a cook. I'm your man and will do whatever you say." Flash placed the vessel on autopilot then stood up as he sleepily stretched his arms and answered in a somewhat tired voice "Cook. Good. I was getting tired of the doc's attempt to produce what he calls food. Welcome aboard. We'll probably see some of the adventure that you're seeking. Knowing my bad luck, we'll see more adventure than any of us will ever want to see again. Well, it's been a long couple of days of constant course changes to pick you up and I need to sleep for several hours. As Doc said, there's just one cot so we're taking turns sharing that bed. You can sit in my chair while I sleep but don't mess with the controls." Corporal Hurley eagerly stepped forward and sat down in the pilot's chair, spinning the chair around so that he faced the complex instrument panel. It felt very different to sit in the Captain's chair and look out the small pilot's observation front window at the blackness of space. Turning his chair back around, he observed an obviously tired Flash lie down on the small cot and cover his body with the blanket. Looking back at the rest of the small rocket ship, Hurley stared at what had to be the bathroom door. Behind that door was the only place that his beautiful angel could be - the bathroom. Turning to face the doctor, he asked the question most on his mind now that he remembered the beautiful woman who had warm life back into his body with her luscious naked body "What is her name?" The doctor's face didn't show any emotion as he answered "Her? You mean the attractive woman whose shapely body warmed you and thawed you. That wonderful body belonged to a very pretty young woman named Dale. The very beautiful Dale Arden. You're a very lucky man to have been so close to her perfect naked body under such intimate conditions. Sorry that I had to knock you out but you were reacting to her closeness and she was beginning to need some protection from your too- obvious amorous attempts." Smiling broadly like a Cheshire cat as he recalled the sensuous feel of her shapely body and the tantalizing scent of her faint perfume, the young Corporal asked "I thought that they didn't allow women into space. You know... So how did she get out here?" Glancing back at Flash sleeping on the cot, the doctor listened for several seconds to the soft breathing coming from the exhausted man on the cot as he slept. Turning back around to the young man, the doctor fumbled with answering the cook's very direct question "It's a long story. And we've got a lot of time, so you'll get to hear the whole story sooner or later." Pointing his thumb back toward the bathroom, Hurley said "When she comes out of the bathroom, how should I address her? After all she saved my life? Should I call her Dale or what? I remember that she had on an officer's uniform but I didn't pay any attention to the rank." The doctor leaned back in his chair, interlocked his fingers across his belly and twiddled his thumbs as he said "Dale won't be coming out of the bathroom. She's sleeping in the cot right now. And it's best to call her...Dale." Following the direction of the doctor's finger point, Hurley glanced at the only occupant of the small ship's only cot - the blond hair of the sleeping Flash Gordon. Turning back to face the doctor, Hurley's confused face stared at the doctor. The doctor recognized that the story couldn't be put off till later and knew that it was time to get the story out of the way "As I said, that beautiful woman's body belongs to Dale. However it was really Flash that went into the wrecked interior of the Tiara, found you and dragged you back here. It was really Flash that climbed in bed with you and shared his, rather shared her body heat with you." Hurley's mouth gapped open and he stared at the doctor as if the doctor was lying to him. After five seconds of awkward silence, the doctor started summarizing the facts behind his unusual statements so far "The reason that Flash Gordon faded from public sight was because of an accident involving him and Dale. As Dale laid dying on a hell-hole of a planet - the unfortunate victim of one of Ming's dastardly plots that went wrong, there was only one way to save her, using an alien piece of equipment that we still don't understand how the damn thing works. Using that alien equipment, Flash merged the basic chemistry of Dale's body into his body; thus saving her life within his own body until such time as he can restore her to a real life again. But there was a great cost to him for doing that heroic gesture. For twenty-nine hours at a time, Flash has his normal male body. Then his male body turns completely into Dale's female body for twenty-nine hours. It was her body but his mind in her body that was in bed with you, warming you when you were frozen. Her mind is there when he is in her body and the new 'Dale' can answer questions that only the real Dale would know; but it's his soul that's there speaking as Dale when you see Dale's body. When 'Dale' rescued you, it was Flash in her body that warmed you." Hurley's confused eyes rapidly flickered from Flash's sleeping body to the doctor's somewhat bemused smile as the doctor continued "I found it hard to believe also but I've seen the daily changes for the several months since we escaped Mongo with Dale's body and soul merged into him. It tears him up to be in her body, to know that he may never see her again, except to look into a mirror every other day and see her face reflected back at him. It also hurts him to have such easy recall to her thoughts and memories when he's in her body and to know her most private thoughts from his access to her memory. Only a few people, such as myself, our commander and some very close friends know the truth as to what happened to Dale and why Flash was so reclusive during our short stay back on Earth. Most other people...well, they don't need to know and we're not going to tell them. I know that some people were questioning why they never saw both Dale and Flash at the same time. All sorts of rumors were floating around that they had fought and broke up. You see, when we came back to Earth, people would see Flash one day and Dale the next day; so we hid the story about the accident from everyone except the Commander. Anyhow, they're both here on this ship sharing the same life. Every twenty-nine hours I see him turn into her and twenty-nine hours later, I see the vice versa change back. I suppose now is as a good as a time to tell you most of the details as to how it happened. And that'll explain why we're headed off on this flight." Drumming his fingers nervously on his belly, Doctor Zarkov thought for a couple of seconds, then started his story by proclaiming "Wish that I had my pipe so that I could smoke as I talked. I've got it somewhere but Flash won't let me smoke on board the rocket with the rocket packed with all the explosives that he's got loaded in the storage areas. Anyhow I know how curious you are about how this happened to Flash and Dale. I was too, so let me set the stage for you. As you know Ming the Merciless and his Sharkmen were forever coming up with various dastardly schemes to conquer and rule the universe. And Flash was constantly finding ways to stop the evil Emperor of Mongo - with my help, of course. Ming knew that if he captured Dale, that he could temporary distract Flash and if Flash was distracted into trying to rescue Dale, then that would give Ming the opportunity to try to conquer the universe - still with me? Good, sometimes I get long-winded. Anyhow Ming's evil hoards did it. They captured Dale - and I hate to admit it, but they also captured me. I think that I went along with them capturing me because I wanted to make sure that Dale would be all right. So we were being held in one of the old castles on Ming's planet - a lovely planet called Mongo or it would be a lovely place if we could just get rid of Ming forever. Ming had ordered his doctors to use the Tractor-Grazer on Dale's mind to turn her into a harmless bimbo that recognized Ming as her Master. Most of the time, it's just a harmless mind-control device that temporary turns the victim into something just a little more animated than a dazed zombie for a couple of days to a week. But he put his experts onto her project and they spent a lot of time into trying to retain her personality while at the same time being his absolute slave. So Ming was keeping her in his harem with his other women and repeatedly using the Tractor-Grazer on her to keep her totally under his control in a bimbo-like state. Oh, she was so pretty with her white diaphanous gown and wearing all of the jewels that the other women kept her dressed her in; but then she's pretty in anything that she wears. I knew what she looked like and what Ming did to her because he didn't try to use the Tractor-Grazer on me. He wanted me to use my superb mind to fix an ancient device that he had stolen from another planet." Taking a deep breath and sighing, he continued "I didn't know what it was then or what impact it would have on Flash or I would've killed myself to prevent getting it working again. It was just something that was a challenge to me to try to fix. All it was, was just a small box packed with a mixture of common electronic devices with a lens that emitted two light beams. When Ming gave it to me to repair, I didn't know what it could do or what he planned to use it for. I just looked at it as being a challenge to get it fixed so I could see what it did when it was fixed. And fixing it was relatively easy for someone of my strong technical skill. All I had to do was to repair the Gnodian Transfix by reversing the polarity....." Shaking his head, he groaned in a soft voice "Sorry, I know how boring technical details can be. Anyhow I fixed it. I thought that because I was so valuable to him, that Dale and I were safe from harm. Foolish me. After Flash slipped into the castle to rescue us..he's always been able to get past the Sharkmen somehow.., and into my lab, we went straight to the women's quarters to rescue Dale. Naturally Dale didn't recognize Flash nor me because of her temporary brainwashing but she willingly accompanied us when I told her that Ming had sent us to escort her to him. So we took her back to the lab and I stayed with her, while Flash went after Ming. I busied myself by trying to think of someway to modify the device that Ming had given me to use as a Tractor-Grazer so that I could free Dale from her mental imprisonment before it faded of its own accord. After all they have a lot of the same parts. That's when it dawned on me what it really was that Ming had given me to fix - a Murp. Not just any Murp but the legendary Murp that's been rumored to being able to exchange bodies. And I had it in my hands. I actually fixed it so it could work again. I was so proud my deduction that for several minutes, I forgot how dangerous of a situation that we were in at the time and busied myself finishing the last repair necessary to get the Murp operational again. When Flash came running back into the Lab, closely followed by a angry hoard of dangerous Sharkmen trying to kill him, I remembered how dangerous the situation really was for both of us and put the Murp aside." Pausing to look in his tunic pocket as if he was carrying a pipe, he frowned when he remembered that he couldn't smoke it on the rocketship, then proceeded with his story "It was a trap set to capture Flash and it almost worked. Thanks to his superb athletic conditioning and fighting skill, he was able to escape their trap at Ming's quarters. He came back to get us but there were too many of them chasing him when he reached the lab. I joined the battle with him and fought valiantly by his side while Dale sat on the bench where we had left her. All the time that we were battling for our lives, she was looking into a mirror and brushing her hair so that she would look pretty for Ming. As I said, Ming's Tractor-Grazer had reduced her from being a fighting soldier beside us to again being nothing more than a cheap floozy who wanted to look good for her master. She didn't care that we were fighting for our lives because of her brainwashed mental condition. The damn Tractor-Grazer in the hands of a professional can make you forget everything and remember only what you've been told to remember. At that moment, she was mentally nothing more than a whore waiting to be told who she should fuck and we were her lover's enemies. Anyhow just seconds after we decisively kicked the last Sharkman's butt and locked the door so that no more of those muscle-bound bullies could get into the lab, the accident happened. A Sharkman wheeled a laser beam machine to the outside of the lab's door and fired a blind burst through the door, hoping to accidentally hit either Flash or me with his wild shot. Instead he hit poor little innocent Dale who was mindlessly sitting on the counter waiting for the opportunity to serve her evil master...damn him. The burst knocked the life from her, killing her instantly. For a minute or two, while Flash held off the Sharkmen, I tried to revive her with my medical skills but it wasn't doing any good. Then I told Flash that she was dead." A tear formed in the man's eye as he continued his tale "Where I gave up on her because of my vast medical experience telling me that there wasn't any potential hope for her, Flash completely refused to give up. I told him that she was dead but he refused to listen to me. He screamed at me that there must be something in Ming's electronic toy store that could help restore her life and that's when I thought of the Murp - you know, that piece of equipment that Ming wanted me to get working. I told him what I thought it was and Flash recognized the weapon's potential to be used as a cure also. So he picked it up and .....like the brave man that he is, he aimed one of the beams at her and the other beam at himself, offering to exchange his life for her life. Only it didn't work and the beam stunned Flash so he dropped the Murp as he heavily sat down on the ground. I quickly checked him and he seemed all right, just a little dazed and very confused. Then that damn Sharkman built up another electrical charge on his weapon and he fired his laser beam blindly again through the door again, missing us. Recognizing that we had to get out of that death trap and leave Dale's dead body behind..there wasn't any way to carry her and the hurt Flash. I grabbed Flash and led him out onto the patio where he had previously hidden a couple of small rocket belts for our escape. He was acting so confused that for a couple of minutes, I thought that the Murp had really worked and it was Dale's confused mind in his body. But as soon as I began fastening the rocket belt to him, he snapped somewhat out of it but he was still very confused. I activated his belt and followed with my belt. Five minutes later, we landed at the rocket ship and took off for Earth." He sniffed once, then rubbed his eye to clear up the small tear that had formed before he spoke again "I'm not a pilot although I could be one if I wanted to waste the valuable time to learn a skill that a simpleton could learn. But I do know which button is the emergency homeward button. One simple push, the rocket takes off and the rocket is headed on a course straight home. Only I didn't know that once the emergency homeward button is activated, you can't take control of the ship again until after you get home. So my simple button push damned us into going home no matter what we wanted to do only hours later. Five hours into our flight away from Mongo, Flash completely snapped out of his confusion and dazed expression. He was angry over Dale's death and almost as angry that we had left her body behind. But he admitted that we had no choice but to leave her behind. He didn't fuss at me for locking us into a mandatory home trip, although a lesser man would've used that opportunity to berate me needlessly. He turned on the radio and was getting ready to tell Ming that he would be back when Ming stunned us both by issuing a call to us. At that close range, we could swap video images so we stared at Ming's horrible face as Ming apologized for the death of Dale Arden. That's right - he said he was sorry then he clarified his statement by admitting that he wished it had been us instead of the beautiful woman. Then he moved out of the way and behind him on an altar, we could see her body. Then Ming surprised us once he saw the expressions on our faces. He reversed himself and announced that she really wasn't dead - that she was only permanently in a trance. A trace so close to death that it could fool most people into thinking that she was already dead. And he said that he would keep her that way until Flash surrendered to him. Well I felt very proud of Flash when he told Ming - remember this is the most dangerous man in the universe that we were talking to - when Flash told Ming to fuck himself." Sitting up straight and smiling as he thought of that moment, he held up a finger to emphasize his point "I'll never forget that moment. 'Fuck you Ming' was his exact words. Then Ming said the strangest thing. He said 'You used the Murf on yourself and Miss Arden. I think that someday, that I'll get the opportunity to fuck you.' At that time, we didn't know the hidden meaning of his words so Flash traded some more vulgar words with Ming and they tried to see who could insult the other the worst. Yes sir, they were like two teenage boys in a pissing contest as they traded threats. Then our rocket ship drifted out of range of the video and we had to switch to radio. When we contacted Ming's planet with the radio, Ming was so mad that he wouldn't talk to us. Oh, if only we had known at that moment what he knew about the Murf. Anyhow, Flash calmed down as we drifted further away from Mongo and I could tell that he was exhausted. So I told him to go lie down and rest and I would take the first shift of watching the flight back to Earth. He refused because he wanted to get as far away as he could before he rested. He wanted to rush back to Earth, get some reinforcements and come back to claim Dale's body. So we sat and talked - just as you and I am sitting now. Then I laid down and took a nap. When I woke up later, we were twenty-two hours away from Mongo and Flash was exhausted from being on his feet for so many hours. So I made him lie down and he fell asleep." Opening his pocket again, he pulled out a small pipe and held it in his hand like a pointer. Pointing the mouthpiece of the pipe at Hurley, he said "While Flash slept, he experienced the first of the many transformations that I've seen since that day. I didn't see that particular one because I was busy watching the instrument panel. I heard him moving around as he woke up and I turned around to see...what I thought was Dale Arden wearing Flash's bigger uniform. She was still asleep on the cot, but it was quite obvious that it was Dale instead of Flash in his clothes. When I screamed at the unexpected surprise of seeing Dale on the cot, it woke 'her' up. The next couple of minutes were the most confusing minutes of my life. My eyes told me it was Dale standing next to me but she kept insisting that she was really Flash as she examined her new female body as if she was seeing it for the first time. She had seen it many times before but from a lover's perspective, not from a 'hey, it is now my body' perspective. Just as confused as I was, so was the new mixture of Flash and Dale. As we tried to figure out what had happened, she removed her too large Flash uniform and exposed that perfect body to me for the first time. An hour later when we both calmed down, we had a theory. A confusing theory but a theory never-the-less. Twenty-eight hours later when we both watched Dale's body change back into Flash's normal male body, we revised that theory. After three or four swaps over the next several days, we locked into our theory. And that's what happened. For the last five months, Flash has been changing into Dale every twenty-nine hours. About twenty-two hours just before we rescued you, Flash changed into Dale again. Then he stayed awake and in Dale's female body for part of the eight hours that he laid in the bunk with you, keeping you warm. It was more crowded in that small cot but he stayed long enough to make sure that you were through the danger period." ****** Over the next hour, Doctor Zarkov answered several questions as Corporal Hurley kept trying to find some reason to not believe the story. Whether it was because he was a natural doubter or just didn't want to believe this particular story, wasn't evident. Either way, the doctor kept going over the story until finally Hurley gave up asking questions. For a long time the young Corporal stared out into space as if he was trying to sort out the extremely difficult story. The doctor gave him time to think. Finally the young man asked the question that he couldn't deduce from all of the story so far "When it's a woman's body, does...she think and feel like a woman?" "I've asked the same question several times and got a different answer each time. I think it depends upon various factors. Most of the time, it's one hundred percent pure Flash's male mind while other times, he has so many - pardon the pun - flashbacks of Dale's life and memories, that he is thinking at that moment as if he was a natural woman. I've sat and watch our version of Dale unconsciously primp and fuss over her feminine appearance the same way that I saw the real Dale primp. Sometimes when the new Dale smiles, in the eyes and corner of the mouth, I can see that it's the old Dale's smile. And when there are external factors...such as when Dale is going through her monthly period, I'm easily convinced that it's a woman with a bloody rag problem that I'm working with, instead of a hybrid. That's why when it's Dale's female body, we talk about her in the feminine gender and when its Flash's male body, that we use the male gender as if they were two separate people. What did you think during your one brief contact with Flash's version of Dale?" The young corporal's face blushed slightly, then he answered "I thought it was a real woman." "We could tell from the way that you were aggressively trying to ram your cock into her. That's why I had to give you a shot in the ass to knock you out and keep you docile for awhile. You're suppose to thank your rescuer, not fuck him." ****** When Flash awakened, the doctor immediately claimed the bed. Hurley shifted over to the co-pilot seat, allowing Flash to rightfully claim command of the small rocket. After a few minutes of examining the instruments and making some minor course corrections, Flash asked the young cook "Did Doc tell you about Dale?" "Yes." Turning to stare the young man straight in the eyes, Flash asked "Are there any questions that you wish to ask me? Either about myself, about the real Dale or my life as Dale?" "Uhhh...No." "I assure you that for the few hours when I'm in Dale's body, that I'm still one hundred percent red-blooded All-American male and would probably react violently to any sexual proposition from any man. You will get along fine with me if you treat me at all times..to include when I'm Dale..., the same then as you're treating me now." ****** A rough hand grabbed Wilson's shoulder and shook him awake. Snapping his eyes open at the unexpected awaking, Wilson stared up at the smiling face of Captain Browning leaning over Wilson's bed. Still half-asleep, the off-duty radio operator tried to shake the sleep from his dazed mind as he mumbled "Is everything all right Sir?" The bald-headed Captain continued smiling at his best radio operator as he responded "All right? It's never been better. Wilson, my lad, while you were asleep, a radio message came in for me. I decoded it and when I read the message, I screamed so loud that I'm surprised that you slept through my yell. My boy, get your ass out of bed and start packing your equipment. I've just been authorized to turn over command of this floating hotel to Captain Sulo and for me to pick a crew of five to go help my old friends kick Ming in the balls. Wilson, you're going with me on a real space flight with your duties to be my radio operator, navigator and chief pilot. So drop your cocks and grab your socks. We're going to go give my old buddy Flash a hand at kicking Ming's ass. GET YOUR ASS MOVING SOLDIER!!!!" The friendly but still very loud scream in his face completely shocked the radio operator almost awake. Stumbling across the floor to his locker, he mumbled "But I've never done any navigating or piloting on a real rocket. I've only practiced in school and that was two years ago. I don't think that I've got the necessary skills." Captain Browning took one quick step forward so that his mouth was only inches from Wilson's ear. Whispering softly in his high pitched peek-squeak voice, the Captain told the young man the truth "The ship that they gave me is only big enough for six people with the ammunition and fuel. So I picked five damn good fighters that I would trust with my life and one guy with brains to somehow get us there. I'll need the five fighters to help me kick my way through Ming's hordes. But I've yet to see a fighter jock, other than Flash, that knows jack shit about flying one of those fucking rockets. So that one guy with brains that I select, is going to have to do dual duty on the flight and I need your radio skill almost more than your pilot skill. So that's why I'm here to get you started on your planning instead of letting you wasting your valuable time in bed sleeping and dreaming about the old days when you used to be able to bang your girlfriend's sloppy pussy back on earth. Our rocket is ready to take off in..only four short hours and twelve minutes. If you need to refresh your pilot or navigation skills before takeoff, then you had better get mighty damn busy. Do you understand me?" Chapter 3 - Absolute power Just as a young child's face reflects innocence, so did Emperor Ming's face reflect pure evil. The high forehead, narrow chin, thin eyebrows, hawk nose, and extremely cruel lips combined into features that made him look dangerous. But it was his eyes, his dark glinting eyes that made him look truly evil. He was dressed in the normal trappings of his office - a long flowing robe with two things on his narrow shoulders that would've made the designer of the tailfins on the old Cadillac's proud. The robe blended into a hood that covered his head, exposing only his face. His overall appearance was that of Satin, except that this devil didn't have visible horns or wear a red uniform. Emperor Ming stared down at the doctor who was groveling on the floor at the foot of Ming's throne base. Instead of wasting any more energy on this doctor, he decided to teach his whole medical staff a quick lesson about doing task completion within the time assigned to them. Pointing a long slender finger with a manicured one-inch fingernail at the hapless doctor - a symbolic gesture which everyone recognized as the 'kiss of death', the Emperor commanded "He failed me. Because of his failure, he's lost his life and I've lost a couple of days that I can't recover. Guards, take him away and dispose of him." Six armed guards rushed forward as the man scurried on his belly trying to get away. Ming had ordered the man's toes cut off the previous day when the doctor reported failure and Ming had given him one more chance at that time - after removing the man's toes with an axe as an incentive not to fail again. The guards grabbed the screaming man by his armpits and dragged him away as Ming poised a long fingernail under his neck and stared at the medical staff who had been assembled to watch this punishment. He smiled, but a smile from Ming was as beautiful and friendly as a coiled rattlesnake's forked tongue. Pointing toward the obviously scared group of doctors, he spoke quietly, knowing that they were intently listening to his every word "Another failure. I thought that everyone was very aware that I won't tolerate failure by any of my minions. Doctor Jhusan. I think that it's your turn to become my main doctor. You have three days to come up with a solution to wake her from that damnable sleep that Flash left her in. Need I say that if you don't wake up the beautiful Dale Gordon and restore her to me, in three days you will find out where the late Doctor Skzan is going to be buried in the next hour. Need I say more or do you wish to be buried next to him?" A man in a white lab coat stepped forward and nervously cleared his throat as he said "I...appreciate your confidence in me but I worked closely with...Doctor Skzan and we don't have the technical skill to reverse the effects of the Murf. Only Doctor Zarkov could get it to work. Until we can capture him again, I'm afraid it's hopeless." Ming's smile didn't fade but he glanced at a nearby guard and made a small motion with his little pinkie. The guard took one quick step and hurled his spear into the doctor's chest. As the dying doctor collapsed onto the ground in front of his stunned colleagues, Ming calmly said "Doctor Haksi, I think that you're in charge of this special project now that Doctor Jhusan has unexpectedly resigned from my service. Do I need to repeat your instructions?" ****** Eighty-seven lights were on the instrument panel and each light had a different function. After two hurried h