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Michael let Schtopaugh hold her as she cried herself our over the seeming hopelessness of Earth's situation. The choice seemed to be either allowing Earth to be exploited with impunity by this sexless race of cold-blooded monsters, or make Humankind beholden to a race of Galactic enforcers who may or may NOT be honorable. The next morning as Michael went in her black tunic and skirt with white pillbox cover the Uniform of the Day, Michael's sleeves now had four gold bands adorning then and scrambled eggs decorating the brim of her cover. This would be her third session with the Zulu Romeo prisoner and Michael elected to skip her bra and panties until she was finished talking to it. There was no point in wearing them if she would just be removing them in the space of a few minutes. Schtopaugh walked with her, now wearing the shoulder boards of a Junior Colonel in the Red Air Force. Michael said nothing as she passed through the multiple checkpoints and arrived at the sally port lock that led to the prisoner's cell. When she entered the lock, Michael undressed dispassionately. When her uniform was in the bag, she realized that it wouldn't be very afraid if she was not in a state of ardor. Michael stopped and thought of Schtopaugh. The way he held her, and comforted her last night and this morning. That combined with still fresh memories of last nights sexual ecstasy, did the trick. Michael felt her skin warm and her vulva moisten as her nipples crinkled and she became well land truly horny. If she had to she was fully prepared to masturbate right in front of it to end the routine of dribs and drabs of information. The lock cycled and Michael marched in as if storming a beach and almost shouted at it, "The Nordics, I want to know everything, right now, you will tell me everything, or so help me I'll bring in an Alpha Biracian and we'll make a baby right here!" It flooded her mind with images of the big block ships entering a star system. This time, the mental transmission was completely immersive. It was as if Michael was floating naked in deep space and watching the flotilla of great rectangular metal behemoths cruise in. Michael watched, thunderstruck as the passed in front of her. It took her a few moments to realize that the great gas giant the fleet was moving past was the planet Jupiter with it's moons, Io, Callisto, Europa, closest to her vision. Her reverie was broken when the lock cycled with no warning and three fully armed Air Policewomen burst in and opened fire on the Zulu Romeo. Michael clapped her hands tightly over her ears as the assault rifles nearly deafened her being fired in an enclosed space. Then she remembered her nakedness and She looked around at the conflagration and reflexively covered her breasts and vulva, shouting, "Jesus Christ, What the hell is going on?" One of them handed her the bag of clothes from the lock and told her, "Big stuff, Ma'am you should get dressed, the General wants to see you immediately." Michael started dressing and demanded," "What the hell happened?" "The roof fell in, Ma'am." By the time, Michael marched out of the lock she was fastening her delta tie back into place and grabbing her cover and purse out of Schtopaugh's hand as she speedwalked past him on the way to the elevator. As she walked the burst of information, the now dead Zulu Romeo put in her head started to unspool They were called the Raianna and they policed the local group of stars via their overwhelming military power,...whether anyone wanted them to, or not. They did not know for sure what the Zeta Reticulans were doing, but they suspected. The fleet that it feared was an investigation flotilla to determine what was happening in this star system That was not the scary part. It also gave the information that the Raianna were here to help, weather anyone wanted them to or not. Earth's rapid technological advancement would be something with which they could easily take issue from burden animals and feudal politics, to space travel in less than five centuries. The Raianna would be positive the Humans were being artificially uplifted, weather it was true or not, and that would be the ball game. In the main briefing room ten minutes later, Captain Michael Partenza was telling the General, Agent Torgeson, and Dr. Forrester everything in her head. "They're not 'Our friend the police officer', they're self appointed gunboat diplomats that think their way is the best way and anyone who doesn't like it can lump it, and they're on their way to our star system, Sir." The General accepted the red rimmed folder from the full bird Colonel standing next to him and told Captain Partenza, "No, Captain, they're not. They're here." Our sensors on the moon from eight previous Apollo landings detected a blast of Cherenkov radiation last night. These pictures, dim and fuzzy as they are show a clutch of what look like little teensy space sticks headed in system. They're here and headed at slower than light speed to Earth. At their present speed, they'll be here in 30 days. They'll hit the moon in 25 days and that's where we want to meet them." "Apollo 20, sir?' "That's right, Captain, You, the Light Colonel from Russia and Command module pilot Jack Swigert are headed up there to tell them that much like the farmer who won't accept free fertilizer, we're not interested in taking shit off anybody." "What about Lt. Commander Evans?" "He'll be at Johnson space center as your Capsule communicator. We think it's the best choice on this one." "Sir, the Air Police that killed the prisoner,..." "Did so on my direct orders, we saw the video of the session, and it looked like it was fricasseeing your brains." Michael absorbed what she heard him say and asked astonished and mortified, "General,..sir,..have you,..have you been watching EVERY session?" "Of course, and recording it, there is no way we would allow the interrogation of such a valuable prisoner to go unmonitored." "Oh, my god, oh my GOD! You filmed me, naked,..doing things,..to myself,..Oh god." Michael suddenly felt naked despite her fully clothed status. She ran out of the room not waiting to be dismissed and went to the surface. When she reached the surface, she left the hanger and got into her car. Michael started it and peeled out, putting two patches of rubber on the ground as she fishtailed the 'Vette into traffic and, out the West Gibson gate. Back at the briefing Lt. Colonel Strelnikov looked at General Ballard as if he were a Petrograd hooligan and said, "May I be excused, sir, I must go and see to Captain Partenza after her humiliation." Lt. Commander Ron Evans looked at Vernest Torgeson who clearly knew about it and saw not one problem with the tapes. The little slime might have even watched them. Lt. Commander Evans told him, "You know, back in Service Module Pathfinder, Pardo defended the shit out of you and even made me LIKE you. I should have known you for what you are back then." Then he looked at General Ballard and just said, "Him I expect it from, he's a slimy C.I.A. Stooge, but with all due respect, SIR, you should have known better." Michael drove. She did not know where she was going, only that she wanted to be away,. Somewhere far from that room and those men who did that disgusting thing and turned her into a cheap and dirty peep show whore. Michael could not get the General's words out of her head and the blas? manner in which he said them rang in her skull. It was as if humiliating her and turning her into a nickel flick slut was perfectly normal and came with her gold braids. Suddenly Michael had to pull over and get out. She pulled over on the west side of the city and staggered out of the car, and then overcome with nausea, she doubled over and threw up. Michael emptied her belly into the scrub grass by the side of the road and staggered back to her car. He could not have done worse if he had personally stripped Michael naked and paraded her before the assembled base personnel. Michael was suddenly conscious of the uniform on her body and in that moment, it felt dirty, as if it was something shameful and filthy. Michael took off her tunic and skirt and threw the white uniform shirt on top of the pile. She sat in the driver's side of her car in her bra, slip panties, hose shoes and shook with rage, shame, and self-loathing. If she were still a man, they would NEVER have done this, no way, it would never even have occurred to them to do this to HIM,. (Hell) she thought, (If I were a natural born woman, this would never have happened, but a freak, a disfigured, deformed thing, well why not, it wasn't as if she was a real PERSON. It was not as if anyone had to care about her.) Michael got out and picked up her uniform. She put it in the back seat, but did not put it on. She couldn't, not now, not when to her it was now something dirty. All He and then She had done for this country and they showed her what it was worth. She pulled the Annapolis class ring off her finger and threw it in the back seat with her uniform. Michael closed the car door and started it up, and then she drove back into the city proper. She did not know where she was going, but she did not at that point care. She just needed to think. It was too much, First the Zulu Romeos, then forcibly becoming a woman, then all the rest of it, then these Raianna, and now, the most debasing humiliation she could think of. Now she had to salute and say, "Yes, sir, I'll go to the Moon again for king and country and Mom and Apple Pie, and then when I get back would you like me to suck your cock Mr General Ballard, Sir?" Michael drove and stewed and fumed and leaked tears of rage. She was angry at herself most of all, because she knew it was not about General Ballard or Vernest Torgeson or even anyone else who knew about this and was hunky dory with it. It was about the people she was looking at, some of whom looked at the odd woman driving in her underwear, when she stopped at the lights. Michael knew that she could not turn her back on them. She could NEVER turn her back on the regular working people or their kids who did nothing wrong and did not deserve to be enslaved or dictated to by anyone. Michael Partenza would go to the Moon with Jack Swigert and Schtopaugh Strelnikov and face these Raianna. That was not even open to question Michael knew it. Her more immediate problem was finding a way to cover herself until she could once again stomach putting on her uniform. Michael Partenza drove to the Winrock Mall on the upper east side of the city and pulled up to park as close to the store as she could get. At that point, Michael gripped the steering wheel and said, "Get psyched, Nambya ho renge kyo, Namya ho renge kyo, you can do this, Mike, you're a badass. Michael moved as fast as she could and donned her trench coat from the trunk over her underthings. Fortunately, she moved fast enough that no one really took notice of her, then she walked into the Dillard's as if it was the most natural thing In the world. It being late fall a woman in a trench coat was not that out of place at all. She still had her purse and so Michael put ten cents into the nearest phone booth and called her own room In the B.O.Q. Michael won the bet with herself as Schtopaugh picked up the phone and asked somewhat frantically, "Da,-I mean, Hello" "Schtopaugh, it's me, I'm at the Winrock Shopping center, for reasons that don't need to be gone into right now I'm here buying some feminine Civvies. It could get pretty gritty, so you might want to steer clear." "Misha, thank god you're all right, I was frantic when you left the way you did, are you all right?" "Schtopaugh, I'm sorry I worried you so, I didn't mean to do that, I just,...I couldn't be in that room or even on that base with,...those people. Therefore, I left and went to think. If you want you can come to the Dillard's in Winrock, and meet me, but frankly, you might do better to meet me back at the quarters." "Da, I mean yes, I have heard horror stories, about American women going shopping that could freeze the blood of a Hitlerite, I'll see you back at the quarters." "Thank you for understanding, Schtopaugh,...I love you, sweetheart." "I love you too, my treasure." Michael hung up and had a smile on her face. She felt bad about making him worry, but he obviously did not hold it against her because he made one of his jokes. Now all she had to do was buy some clothes that would not make her feel like the Military's cheap peep show whore. Michael walked into the Dillard's thinking to herself, (O.K., how hard can this really be? I go in, I go to where they keep the lady clothes, I buy some dresses and skirts and blouses and skivvies and call it done. Easy Peasy, right) Michael walked with purpose to the ladies apparel section, then past the junior miss subsection and into the adult apparel section. Once she realized she was In the right region, Michael looked around perplexedly and tried to think. "Petty officer Wilkes, bought her two weeks of underwear that one time, and she had been coasting on that. Now though it was time to get some of her own, especially hosiery, then too, according to Wilkes you never really could have TOO MANY skivvies, especially given how often they needed to be changed. Michael remember THAT little conversation quite well. "Commander, I realize that you boys can coast for two and three days in the same pair of nasty ass skivvies and not even notice, but for us delicate types, meaning you as of that trip to la luna, we need to try to change our panties about twice a day on average, more if we're menstruating" "Say what?" "Your period, you'll be getting it. And probably fairly soon. "EEEEEUUGH! O.K., moving on please continue." Well leaving that aside for now, we girls, and this means you too, have, little secretions,-" "How's that again?" "I am sure you've notice that sometimes your Pajama bottoms get a bit sticky in the crotch sometimes." "Oh, yeah, is THAT what that is?" "Yes, your vagina makes a natural lubrication to allow a penis to get in easier during intercourse and to ease coitus and prevent unhealthy friction." "Oh, yeah, like THAT'S gonna happen, I hate to break it to you and the rest of the Navy, but I'm goin' with the haircut and turning Dyke. No WAY am I letter some hairy-assed guy fuck me." Reflecting back on that exchange, Michael laughed at her own early na?vet?. The positive surety with which HE had proclaimed he would never EVER have sex with a man. Michael came out of his reverie when She realized a sales woman was looking at her, not with suspicion, but instead with concern. "Ma'am are you O.K. can I help you with something?" That was when Michael realized that there was a man in a relaxed blazer glaring at her. He was rather obviously the store detective, and all he saw was a woman with her trench coat closed and to his instincts that practically SCREAMED 'Shoplifter..' Michael answered, "Actually yes, I need to buy some clothes, and well some skivvies too, and well, um, _" Michael opened the trench coat and revealed that she was wearing only her underclothes. The young saleswoman closed Michael's coat over her d?colletage and said, "I think we can help you out." Ten minutes later, Michael was standing in a dressing room wearing much less, than she had been and sticking her legs into the slacks half of a light blue pants suit. The saleswoman managed to talk her out of her slip and hoes and into a set of knee length hose. Michael was about to pull the pants up and close them when the nice lady told her, "Oh, no, this blouse goes on first, here, let me," The cr?me colored silk blouse had kind of a frilly collar and the buttons were a little weird, but Michael's new friend helped her get it on and closed. When that was done the slacks and blazer went on and all that remained were the matching light blue heels.. Michael looked at herself in the dressing room's full length mirror and had to admit. The woman in the mirror did not look bad at all. Michael tried on several different sets of clothing, Pants suits, skirt suits, blouses, shoes, and even a couple of swim suits and bikinis. Finally the very pretty and persuasive woman brought in a Kelly green scoop necked knee length dress. Michael did not know about this and told her new friend as much. "Uhm, I'm not sure about this,..." Oh come, ON, Miss Partenza, it'll be FUN besides I have the perfect sling back heels for it right here." "You are having entirely too much fun with this." The girl smiled smugly and said, "I Know, but come on, isn't this FUN?" Michael had to admit that the different outfits DID look nice, and they made her look, and feel like a different person. She felt like a new woman. That gave Michael a good feeling that she did not have to let other people define her, she could define herself. Michael Partenza could be whoever she wanted to be. Dresses felt strange at first, but once Michael walked around in one and felt the fabric moving against her legs and body, the idea of wearing dresses was growing on her. The satin and silken panties and bras that 'Kimmie' offered her felt sensual and womanly and made Michael feel good. Michael felt as if she was becoming a whole person again. She could be a real woman and still be an astronaut and an Aviator. There was no conflict between the two. The big step came when Kimmie finally got Michael to pierce her ears. That hurt a bit, but not as much as she feared. When Michael was finished with the big day out, she had managed to cut her bank account in half. With all the money he and then she had NOT spent before this, it was a shock to realize she had spent this much. All the same, Michael now had pants suits, skirt suits, several dresses a dozen pairs of new shoes, and enough underthings to please her, and possibly Schtopaugh as well for months. Michael also purchased several sets of sleepwear and four silk nightgowns. When his corvette pulled into the parking space in front of the B.O.Q. Schtopaugh came out and asked, "Are you all right, Misha, you do need a hand? Then he took in what she was wearing. An ecru dress with a pleated bodice and a skirt hem that stopped above her knees and matching high heels and pearl earrings with a mother of pearl pendant. Her still short hair was styled in a way to flatter the dress. "What the hell happened to you?" "Oh, nothing, I just went shopping for some clothes, why?" "Did you forget your meeting with Joe Bradley?" "No, Schtopaugh the great, I didn't I just didn't want to see him in my uniform. I am not at all enchanted with uniforms just now." "I suppose, not,..How much did you buy?" "I bought enough, and if you want to be a serious sweetheart you can help me get all this stuff into my quarters." Michael smiled as she said that and pecked Schtopaugh on the cheek, "I'm going to go inside and call the hospital to let them know I'm coming." Can you get to work and think about what will happen tonight as your reward for being so sweet, and I had BETTER not hear 'The Volga boatman' coming out of you, ya smartass." Schtopaugh was amazed that all of the merchandise fit into an American sports car, but Michael told him, "I need to call the checkpoint at the Wyoming gate, to warn them I'm having the rest delivered." Schtopaugh shook his head in startled amazement as he carried the first load in, "Just so you know, I am REALLY happy I missed that, it sounds, just disturbing on so many levels." Michael went inside to make the calls and caught a look at herself in the mirror. The dress had long sleeves and a squared off Greek neck and the shoulders were pleated as well to give them a bit of a puffed out look. The new set of hose was not panty hose, but rather were nylons held up via a garter belt. That would be a treat for Schtopaugh later. The panties were silk and French cut and the matching bra had scalloped cups that revealed more of the breasts than the 'lunch lady' bras, Michael had been wearing, that reminded her, those things had to go, mos ricky tick and no mistake, and those high waist granny panties were history as well. Now that Michael had resolved to dress like a woman, she was going to dress like a damned sexy one. That done, Michael gave Schtopaugh another smooch this time full on the mouth and told him, "Be thinking about where you want to eat tonight, I am taking my man out on the town, tonight. See you later, lover." "I'll see you slave driver, Love you too." Michael drove to Lovelace and Badged her way in to see Joe Bradley. She had to show the Staff Sergeant on duty her bona fides twice due to her civilian attire, but the Air Force policewoman allowed her in. Joe practically jumped off the bed and exclaimed, "MICHAEL, where have you been, I expected you earlier?" "I had some business to deal with first, something happened and I had some running around to do." "I guess that's why you look like a high society lady out for a luncheon." Joe's voice was almost derisive, "Yes, well after all this time I realized that I cannot go back. I am never going to be a man again, and that meant being a woman." "Oh, I get it, this is the part where the two of us go out together, and you take me shopping on Uncle Sam's dime. Then maybe later, I can start my cock sucking lessons." Michael muttered, "god damn it," then she walked over to Joe and marched her over to the bathroom mirror. "LOOK at it.!" Joe tried to turn his face away, but Michael took hold of his chin and made him look straight at the mirror. "Look at your face, look at your body. You only weight two thirds what you did and you have none of the sexual characteristics of a man and all the sexual characteristics of a woman. Joe you ARE a woman." Joe was on the verge of tears, "No, it, no, I, it can't be." "Joe you're not crazy, not yet, but if you keep trying to play male when you're not, you really will go bonkers and then no one will be able to help you. I am going back to the Moon in 24 days that means I have ten days to report to Canaveral. Joe you have to get on the stick and get your mind right or you are going to be very severely fucked." "Joe, what am I gonna do?" "You're gonna take my help for the next ten days, then you're going to get out of here and come with me to Florida. Then when I get home I'll help you. I'll move in with you if I have to, but we'll get you fixed up. You and me." "Y-you and me?" "You got it, Joe and so help me as long as I can I'll be your gal pal." "O.K., I'll be good. Come see me tomorrow?" "I wouldn't miss it, Joe." "So, what's happened, something big, is that why you're headed back to the Moon?" "That's part of it, Joe, but I really can't tell you too much, you know classified." "Oh, sure, I remember being in the Corps and having to keep discipline." "Well there you go then. So how have you been holding up?" "Well, they've got me washing up and taking care of myself now, and the doctors told me that if I keep doing well then I could get moved to a halfway house." "Then what was all that shit from a few minutes ago, Joe?" "Because you scared the shit out of me walking in looking like my Aunt Crysta. I thought you lost it and turned queer on me." "Joe relax, it's O.K.." Michael did not have the heart to tell Joe about her exclusive sexual relations with Schtopaugh Strelnikov, nor about the reality that she was in love with him. The two transformed women talked of incidentals and Michael developed the impression that there was something Joe wanted to ask her. "O.K., Joe, out with it, what do you want to know?" Joe suddenly seemed embarrassed, and said, "Well, I, uh, was wondering if, you ever, you know, uh, when you're alone, and nobody else is around and well you know,...." Joe's voice trailed of as his face got red as a beet. "Joe,..." "Yeah,..." "Are you asking me if I play with myself?" "Yeah,..." "I see, well,, the answer is, only just once, why do you ask?" "Uhhhh,..." "I see, it looks as if SOMEONE has been getting to know their own body a lot more than they let on." "Yeah,..." "Well good. It's pretty much harmless, it makes you feel good and it gets you used to your body. It's a great way to help you get out of this dump and get ready to mainstream yourself." "Gah, what the hell is 'Mainstreaming' some kind of sick sex thing?" Michael laughed, "No, it means it'll get you ready to have a normal life sooner." "Oh," Yeah, listen is there anything you want me to bring you tomorrow?" "How about some food that doesn't taste like moldy ass." "I'll see what I can do." "I REALLY appreciate that, Michael." With the Zulu Romeo dead at the hands of the Air Force, Michael's duties became concentrated on assisting Joe Bradley in transitioning to life as a woman. Michael Drove back to the B.O.Q. and looked through her purchases for a nice evening dress to wear to dinner. Something not too dressy, but not too casual. She settled on a navy blue sleeveless number with gold piping around the hem and bust line. The hem was high enough that it showed some thigh, but low enough to conceal the garters. Michael stayed with her pearl earrings because she had to leave them in until the piercings became permanent. Luckily, pearl went with nearly everything. Schtopaugh came to the door and actually knocked. When Michael answered, she saw him actually holding a large box of Whitman's chocolates and a bouquet of roses. He was wearing a green suit that made him look like a giant scarab beetle. It had narrow lapels, a skinny tie and pegged pants legs. Just the style for 1964. Michael stifled a laugh and asked him, "So, (ahem) where are we going, for dinner?" "I was told of a place called The Quarters Barbeque, is that all right, Misha?" "Sure, it sounds fine, sweetheart, would you like to drive?" "I think I would, yes." "Well, all right then. As good a driver as you were with five boilermakers in you, I cannot wait to see what you do cold sober." The Quarters Lounge was near a baseball stadium for the local triple A ball club, and it was a little more casual than Michael thought. All the same, she did not feel TOO overdressed. When Schtopaugh parked the car, Michael had a little trouble getting out of the passenger side of the car given the narrow dress and her heels. With one hand holding her purse and the other hand the doorframe, she told Schtopaugh, "Hey, Russki, ya wanna gimmee a hand here before I flash the general public?" Schtopaugh wondered why Michael would want the help and then it hit him, she was not wearing any panties. Schtopaugh scrambled over to the passenger side door and helped Michael out of the car so that she would not have to open her legs in a seated position. It was a warm September evening and so neither of them wore a jacket. Once Michael stood up from the car, she and Schtopaugh walked to the entrance. Schtopaugh held the door open and Michael proceeded into the restaurant. It was not too crowded because this was a weeknight, but it was still a long twenty minutes before the Matre d' Hotel a middle aged woman led them to a booth along the curved outer wall of the lounge. Schtopaugh looked around and remarked, "It's a busy place; the food here must be something, no?" "Yeah, I know, right, I heard about this place third hand, they say it's got the best sauce in three states." "Maybe after we eat we get something to take away, Da?" "Da, Schtopaugh." "Michael before we order, I want to tell you, I will pay tonight. You order what you want and do not worry, I have it covered." "Can I ask why, what brought this on?" "I'll tell you later, do not worry, it is a good thing, not a bad thing." "O.K., Schtopaugh, no problem." Michael ordered the burger plate at first, but then Schtopaugh told her, "No, this is a nice dinner, not burgerlunch from food truck." "All right, I'll have the New York strip steak with fries and carrots and vinaigrette on the salad, thank you." "I will have the same only thousand Island on the salad baked potato and green beans, Spacebo." The server smiled and left to give the kitchen there order. Schtopaugh asked, "So, I got to ask, what's it like dressing like that, how do you put those things on?" "Michael knew that her erstwhile companion knew she had once been male and was asking from that perspective. "Easier than it looks in the movies, once you learn to do a bra you can up your own dress. Those women who ask for help in the movies are being shameless flirts." "Hmm, and the shoes, how hard is it to walk in those" Michael laughed and answered, "It isn't, not unless you overcompensate and walk as if you're on stilts. It's really not more than a couple of inches higher than a good pair of men's dress shoes. If you can walk in those you can do high heels." "So,.. and the bra?" "Well, you kind of NEED one if you have boobs, but if you buy the right one it's no problem at all. I bought some really nice ones that don't even have wires in them. I'll have to hand wash them but that beats getting poked in the tits." "So being a woman really isn't that bad, then." "Well, I wouldn't say it's the grand prize In the Irish Sweepstakes,. but no, it's not utter and complete torture, no." Michael and Schtopaugh were both drinking soft drinks rather than alcohol. Schtopaugh, because he wanted to be straight to drive home in an American city at night, and Michael because of her salacious and nefarious plans for Schtopaugh later. "DO you think I could handle it?" Michael again laughed; a sound Schtopaugh very much liked hearing. To him it sounded like bells, or a little waterfall. "YOU? Fuck, no. You're too vehemently MALE. that Slavic upbringing of yours would never stand it. Besides that if this happened to you it would kill me, I need at least ONE of us to still have a dick at all times." The server brought their salads and refilled their drinks. Schtopaugh started in on his and said, "Mmm, this place DOES have good food." Michael corrected him, "Schtopaugh, salad is not food; salad is like a promissory note that says food will soon come, See?" Now it was his turn to laugh loud and robust. Michael smiled at him it pleased her to know that he was happy. When the real meal arrived, Michael was glad she allowed Schtopaugh to talk her out of that burger, the steak truly was excellent as were the sides and the Texas toast instead of rolls was a nice touch. After the meal, Schtopaugh ordered cheesecake for them and then said, "I got to piss; I'll probably be back by the time it gets here." "O.K., Schtopaugh, I'll be here." Michael said as she smiled up at him when he stood. The cheesecake slices arrive only a few seconds before Schtopaugh returned and as he did, he took something out of his pocket and hit his knee. The Russian officer looked at Michael and said, "Michael Gabriel Partenza, I am only a hairy eared peasant from Georgia and I have no business with a lady like you, but if you consent to be my wife, I swear I will spend my life trying to be worthy of you." Michael looked at the open jewelry box. It held a ring and that ring held a small gold stylized letter 'A'. Crossing the A at the proper point were three little diamonds in an almost perfect replica of the logo of the Apollo program. Michael suddenly could not see, her eyes filled with tears and she felt as if she was going to pass out. She blinked hard and threw herself at Schtopaugh and told him with tears choking her voice, "Yes, damn it, YES, now get up off the damned floor, man, people are lookin'" People were indeed looking at the two of them and when they hugged, the crowd clapped and some of them cheered. When Schtopaugh went to pay the bill, the Master of the house informed them that their money was no good at his restaurant that night, and wished them a long and happy marriage. When Schtopaugh told the manager that they wanted to take some food home, the owner a Mr Nellos sent them home with duplicates of the meal they had eaten telling them, "Get outta here, you children, be good." As they drove home, Michael told Schtopaugh, "Know what, I'll just bet you that old coot knew who we are. I'll just bet you he's putting up a sign right now that says two space people got engaged in his place." "You know what, I think you're right, free publicity and notoriety and all it cost him was maybe thirty bucks worth of food." Michael knew not to ask what the ring had cost him, but looking at it on her finger, the price had to have been dear. When they hit the main drag, Michael told Schtopaugh, "drive us to the foothills, I'll tell you where to stop. "Yes, dear one." They drove to a picnic area overlooking the city and Michael got out of the car and stood on the ground. She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress and pushed the shoulder pieces from her shoulder. It fell to the ground and revealed that she was wearing nothing but her garter belt and hose. "Make love to me, Schtopaugh. Here under the stars, Show the stars that we are one." Schtopaugh took the emergency blanket out of the trunk and spread it on the ground, it was thick enough to serve, and he laid Michael down on it. He undid his tie and took off his jacket and shirt. Michael helped him out of his pants and boxer shorts and she told him almost pleadingly, "I need you, Schtopaugh, take me, please!" "You are my Captain, my treasure, my dear one." Without either preamble or foreplay, Schtopaugh pushed his erection into Michael. The evening's events had raised her level of arousal and emotion to a fever pitch and he hardly had to push at all to gain access to her hot wetness. Michael's inner muscles gripped and clutched at his hardness and she began moving her hips in time to his thrusts. Michael kissed his neck and chin as he moved and told him moaning, "Oh god, love me, Ooohhhh, MMMMMMMMM Schtopaugh thrust faster and harder and he felt Michael's vagina clamp down on him as she orgasmed and continued to move in time with him. "AAAAAAAHhhhhhh OOOOHHHHHH,, Yes, YES, YES, OOOOOHHHH," The two lovers, moved together under the starry sky and at one point Michael looked up and clutched Schtopaugh's back and head with her hands and locked her legs behind her lower back, Michael was mystified at his endurance as another orgasm shook her, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHHHDDDDDDDDD" By then Michael was hugging herself to his chest to cause her breasts to rub against his chest. By the time, Schtopaugh 's body went rigid with the force of his climax and ejaculation, Michael was in the throes of yet a third orgasm. "MMMMMAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHDDDD! SCHTOPAUGH!!!!" When he went soft and collapsed against her, Michael caressed his back and petted the back of his head. And told him, "Now the Universe knows that we belong to each other." "Yes, my Treasure, my precious one. I promise you, no one will ever hurt you. I will always protect you, my sweet one." They likely would have lay there all night if it had not been for the headlights of the Police cruiser pulling up and a voice on a megaphone telling them, "HEY, What's going on up there?" Michael shielded her nakedness behind Schtopaugh and held up her ring hand. Schtopaugh told the police officer, "We just got engaged, officer." The cop shook his head and said, "I can tell that. Get dressed and get the hell out of here, so I can fail to acknowledge that I caught you breaking at least three public decency ordinances." Michael answered, "Yessir." In a sheepish voice. As the two were dressed and leaving, the officer told them, "Congratulations, you Jaybirds." The next day, Michael was back in her black jacket and skirt Navy Class "A" uniform. Once again, for her it had become a symbol of service and pride. Schtopaugh had said he would protect her and he further promised to deal with people who point cameras at unknowing girls and make filthy little peep shows. As Michael drove to Lovelace Medical Center to speak with Joe Bradley, Lt. Colonel Schtopaugh Strelnikov was speaking, not to Vernest Torgeson, but to the official from the American State department. When SHE learned what was on that film, she ordered all of the tapes classified above the security clearances of any of the men that aided and abetted their creation. Michael walked in and told Joe, "Get dressed Kid, I brought you some clothes. Nothing too femmy, but I'm afraid the skivvies you have no choice on. Come on, let's get you dressed." Joe was surprised, but clearly pleased, "I'm getting out of here?" "Affirmative, Joe, you have been released into the care of a senior officer of Project Rampart, and hey, that would be me, so suit up and let's blow this pop stand." Joe went into the room's Head and changed out of his pajamas, and then he looked at the clothes in the bag. They consisted of a pair of jeans a blue blouse that looked almost like a man's shirt, ankle socks, sneakers, and a plain white set of bra and panties. The bra hooked in the front and so Joe dressed himself, came out, and said, "Captain, get me the fuck out of here." "You got it, Joe." When the two of them were in Michael's Corvette, Joe looked at Michael driving and saw something, glinting in the morning light. "Nice ring, where'ja come by it?" "Oh, you noticed that?" "Yes, Captain, I noticed that." "My Fianc? gave it to me last night" "Your WHAT?" "My Fianc?, Lt. Colonel Schtopaugh Strelnikov.." "You got engaged to a Russki? Oh, hell your ass is over." "They're our allies now" "What does that have to do with the price of grape Nihis in Oijombou?" "You're out of line, Joe Blow." "Am I?" "Yes, now button it, before I flip a bitch and leave your ass back there." Joe realized he might have been out of line and closed his mouth, but not his mind. This woman, who used to be a man, was jumping into womanhood with both feet and a happy cheer, even becoming engaged to a MAN! Joe figured he could kind of understand it, but still, shit. Joe asked himself if he would or could someday do that. Wear dresses, put on skirts, wear make up and jewelry, let a man, do,...Joe shivered and realized that no, not yet, He could not even think of things like that. Joe was placed in Michael's custody to allow her to leave for Cape Canaveral the next day rather than the next week. Joe would live in the family quarters with Michael for the duration of Apollo 20's prep time, launch voyage, and return. Then they were back at Kirkland A.F.B. to begin the Orion phase of Project Rampart. Most of Michael's belongings were moved into an empty duplex apartment in officer's country. Joe would live with her there being supervised and educated into femininity, and Captain Partenza would continue to serve with project Rampart. That was later; for now the push was on to get Apollo 20 launched in time to intercept the great block ships of Tango Foxtrot Alpha. The urgency was because they now knew that the enemy of Earth's enemy was NOT their friend. The United States Defense Department's budget office procured The Saturn V launch vehicle six months ago, and paid for it three months ago. NASA had taken delivery on it last month, along with the Command module, the Lunar Excursion Module and the Lunar Roving Vehicle for Apollo 20. Those spacecraft and the equipment in the mission package were even now still repeatedly undergoing safety checks to assure the success and survival of the objective and crew of Apollo 20. The mission package was classified, the mission was classified. The destination was classified top secret at the highest level. The only thing the American public knew at this point was that Apollo 20 was happening to satisfy the number of missions called for in the Apollo program. With the exception of the avid space flight enthusiast and scientific fiction enthusiast community, the American public as a whole was completely apathetic regarding this mission. They had other things on that minds such as inflation, the gas crisis, and the fact that there were many more American former prisoners of war coming home from the Vietnam conflict than had been previously admitted to by the People's Republic of Vietnam. No one had been told about the Zeta Reticulans. No one had been told about the Raianna. No one In the American public or the fourth estate had any idea just how much trouble the people of the planet Earth may well have been in. This was deliberate. The Kremlin agreed with Washington that the only way that the people at large of either nation could go about their lives during these frightening yet real dangers, was that they did NOT know about them. Both national leaderships agreed that all their people needed to know was that in the spirit of D?tente the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. were agreeing to sweeping arms reductions and mutual on site supervision as a part of the Strategic and tactical Arms limitations Talks, or S.T.A.L.T. The training period for this mission was short. Michael and Schtopaugh would be air dropped in over the Dakota Badlands to prepared for the terrain of the Far side of the Moon. A landing site had already been chosen by the Artemis 2 unmanned lunar probe. The ground was smooth enough for a landing by the L.E.M. but was otherwise quite forbidding. Michael and Schtopaugh were briefed on their mission and the mission package. After five days of rigorous training and drilling in what they were supposed to do, the two crew members of Apollo 20 were returned to Cape Canaveral. Command Module pilot Jack Swigert was training with specialists from the C.I.A. and from Star City in Russia for his part in the mission. Joe Bradley was now living in an Apartment on Cocoa beach paid for by NASA for one month. He was learning how to dress himself, and take care of himself in his now female body. He was also learning about Joanne Bradford, a 22-year-old college student from Tallahassee, Florida who would be attending the University of New Mexico next year in the fall. He was learning about her, because Langley and Agent Vernest Torgeson informed him that he WAS Joanne Bradford. On the morning of the launch, Jack Swigert, Michael Partenza, and Schtopaugh Strelnikov were grim as they were suited and booted in the hermetically sealed clean room. They did not talk much as the specialist clipped and buckled and strapped them into the launch suits. Jack Swigert was on this mission because during the free return trajectory of Apollo 13, he was the astronaut with the most experience on the far side of the Moon. Since this was not a publicly celebrated mission, Swigert's negligible role in the investigation of the Apollo 15 stamp book cover scandal was not a factor. Michael did not care about that last. All she cared about was that John L. 'Jack' Swigert flew a nearly dead ship around the Moon and returned it safely to the Earth. He was the C/SM pilot for the job. He was now also a member of the 1,000 people on the face of the Earth who knew about Michael, the Aliens and the threat Earth faced. The three people walked to the bus O2 cases in hand. Then they rode in thoughtful silence to the Apollo 20 launch platform. The elevator took them to the hatch of the C/SM and they crawled in. At the same time, on the other side of the world, at the Baikonur Space drome. Another launch was getting ready. This mission was a Vostok 3 rocket carrying a heavily modified Soyuz-Salyut spacecraft. Their mission was termed, 'Combat support' Just before the main hatch, closed Ken Mattingly told Michael, "You tell them people, you tell it to 'em, We're not havin' any of it. Godspeed, girl." "We will, Ken, thank you." The countdown reached 'magic time ' Ten Nine Eight Seven Six Michael told Jack and Schtopaugh, "Humanity is a free race, and god damn it we're gonna stay free!" Jack answered, "Yes ma'am, that's damned right." Schtopaugh affirmed, "Da, We will NOT be dictated to, and to hell with them that would try" Five Four Three Two One Thousands of pounds of thrust per square inch blasted out of the Saturn V's thrusters and the ship lifted into the air. The ship had been taken apart and reassembled five different times in the past three months to make sure every part would perform perfectly. As a result, the ship flew straight and true. At the cusp of Earth orbit the first stage burned out and fell away, the second stage came to life instantly. Catapulting them into high earth orbit and in clear sight of the Skylab orbital laboratory Astronauts Robert Crippin and Jack Lousma confirmed their trajectory with Houston as on course and at speed. At the gateway to translunar space the second stage burned out and the third stage flamed to life sending Apollo 20 on their way. Aboard the Soyuz-Salyut spacecraft were Mission Commander Alexi Leonov, Mission Specialist Vernest Torgeson and flight Engineer Valeri Kubasov .For the first time, as a part of this mission, the flight also carried mission Specialist Valentina Tereshkova and Mission specialist Alan Bean. They would be on the surface of the Moon in a specially designed Soviet Lunar excursion module to support Apollo 20 if needed. Apollo 20 flew at thousands of miles per second on it's way to the moon, as it did so, Jack Swigert performed the complex maneuver that would unite the C/SM and LEM to form one composite ship. While he did this, Soyuz-Salyut flew to rendezvous with the Beta Flight module, still orbiting the Moon. Beta Flight already had the adaptive docking tunnel that would allow Soyuz-Salyut to dock with it and provide a large, stable orbital life support platform. The composite ship would take three to four days to reach the Moon's orbit, before that Apollo 20 had a scheduled broadcast to the world that was meant to assure apathy, but also provide a space science education aid to young people for generations to come. This broadcast would be live, and several hundred science classes trundled TV sets into the classrooms to show the broadcast. Michael turned the camera on herself and told it, "Good morning students and welcome to solar science 101 as taught from out orbital classroom headed for the far side of the Moon. I am your instructor, Mission Commander, Michael Partenza, and these fine men are my T.A.'s C/SM pilot Jack Swigert, and Mission specialist Schtopaugh Strelnikov. You can call him Steven Hunter if you absolutely have to, why, because that is what his name means in English. Now our mission is going to the far side of the moon to collect lunar rock and soil samples from there. Many people call it the dark side of the moon, but that just drives us space types nuts. Why, well because it is not dark, at least not anymore than the dark side of the Earth. The far side of the moon gets as much sun as the near side, the only thing is, that it's always pointed away from the Earth so we never see it and most people assume its always dark back there.." Jack Swigert stuck his head into frame and said, "See, when you ASSUME, you make an,-" Partenza interrupted with, "Don't touch it, Jack." Schtopaugh came into frame as Michael pointed the camera at him and held up a tennis ball he brought with him. "You take this tennis ball, now I hold it up to you so that you only see one side. Now you can see this side is lit up by that cabin mp," Michael held still so that Schtopaugh could 'orbit' the ball around her Now that cabin lamb shines on the other side of the ball just as often as the side facing you guys, but you never see it. So you might call it the dark side of the tennis ball." The broadcast concluded with several other lessons in zero gravity physics and astronomy. One lesson explained why stars could be seen from Earth but not from space. Jack Swigert told the camera that, "See, the light from the sun refracts in the atmosphere, like in this prism, and that means it gets diffused, so we can see the stars, but out here, no atmo so no refraction and no visible stars." The broadcast concluded successfully and Jack quipped, Hey do you think we can use that show to get into the Teacher's union?" When Apollo 20 made it's way toward the moon, C/SM pilot Swigert expertly flew the ship toward and into the Moon's gravity, then he guided her around to the far side of the moon. When he did so, he saw them. There were Dozens of massive seemingly featureless metal rectangles that each could not have been less than four or five hundred yards long as he looked out of Window one, of C/SM Sentinel his response to the sight was rather understated. "Jesus Christ." Lt. Colonel Strelnikov looked and told him, "If you have ever wondered how the defenders of Stalingrad felt at the Approach of the Hitlerites, now you know." Michael looked and counted by eye. "Looks like about Three dozen, total. If I'm them, most of those will be logistics craft. Food, fuel, repair parts, and sundries. If they try anything like the formation of a combat beachhead, they'll have to set up a pretty strong supply chain. That's something we need to bear in mind. Schtopaugh told her, "Remember the big noise about the S.T.A.L.T. talks and everybody singing 'Kumbaya'?" Michael answered sagely, "Yeah, I sure do. It was in all the papers. I figure every warhead that gets dismounted from a terrestrial missile will be placed up here, probably some kind of directed mine field set up. One of Ramparts jobs is to get a metallurgical analysis of those ships, so I figure the big boys need that so our Mines know what kind of metal to target and nuke fuck. I was wrong, Schtopaugh, They're not the Teacher to our whiny school kid, they're the British empire to our Continental Army." "Or they the Czarist pigs to our People's revolutionary guard." "Whatever". Jack told the two of them, "I don't see that it matters. All that matters, is that we're not gonna take any of their shit." "Da Tovarich, Da, a thousand times so!" Michael pointed at Beta Flight-Soyuz-Salyut and said, "Yep there they are, see that big dish, that's their chromatic- spectrographic resonance scanner, they're gonna get some good data off that." Jack told her, "Hey, didn't they come up with that out at Sandia Labs out your way?" Michael rejoined, "I believe so, Jack-boy." Michael and Schtopaugh climbed into the LEM NASA named 'Guardian' and they disengaged and headed for the designated Landing Zone 'Badlands' Michael piloted LEM 'Guardian' to Zero/Zero on station and looked out window two to see the Soviet near-copy of an American LEM land several dozen yards away. Four human beings were now on the moon. The Soviet lander would hold Alan Bean and Valentina Tereshkova. Michael told Schtopaugh, we had better get out shit wired, Colonel or they're gonna think we're doin' it in here. The two people sealed themselves into the surface EVA suits and Schtopaugh depressurized the LEM, the Michael swung the hatch open. Michael climbed out and down the ladder, hopping to the surface and tuning her suit com to the Allied frequency. She heard a woman's voice, thickly accented say, "Hello, Tovarich, Captain Partenza, can you hear me?" "Roger that, Colonel Tereshkova, I read you five by five." The comms were a party line and so Michael her the other woman tell Schtopaugh, "Greetings, Comrade Junior Colonel, I know of you well." "As I know you, Comrade, Colonel you are a great hero of the People." "As are you, Junior Colonel." Schtopaugh deployed the full mission package, including the special payload that she and Colonel Tereshkova would carry with them when they met with the Aliens, IF the Aliens deigned to meet with them. Mission Specialist Torgeson said over the Vox, "Get ready, campers, a small metal cube just detached from one of those space rectangles and it's inbound your position. Here they come." Michael answered, "Roger that, Beta Flight I can see them. I see 'little' is a relative term. Compared to the mother ships the cube was tiny, but as it landed near Captain Partenza's Landing Zone it was massive easily twice the height and four times the breadth of the LEM Guardian. As it touched down it seemed to GROW metal insectoid legs Three on each side supported it as it settled to a stop. The cube side facing Michael Schtopaugh and Colonel Tereshkova formed a larger than man-sized hatch and then nothing. Michael lifted the sun shield on her suit and looked at Colonel Tereshkova who did the same. "Well, Colonel I do believe that's us." "Comrade Captain I believe you are correct., Comrade Junior Colonel you will remain here and if we do not return after our exopacks are due to expire, you and Lt. Commander Bean are to get out of here and bombard this area from the safety of Beta flight, is that understood?" "Da, Tovarich Colonel it will be done." Michael told Lt. Commander Bean, "I confirm the Colonel's orders." "Yes Ma'am. Captain Michael Partenza and Colonel Valentina Tereshkova moved at a Lunar walk to the hatch/opening, They lifted the Package into the hatch and pushed it in as far as they could, then they both stepped up and into it carefully due to the bulk of their EVA suits. When both were inside, they stepped forward and the hatch closed behind them. Michael exclaimed, "SHIT", and keyed her vox, "Schtopaugh, Alan, come back do you copy?" Silence greeted he efforts and Colonel Tereshkova indicated that she had no comms either. The two women were cut off. They were in a cabin the size of a moderate apartment's living room and there was a rush of atmosphere. They were now standing in a fully pressurized cabin. Another hatch in the wall facing them opened and a nine foot tall humanoid with long blonde hair and an obviously female body shape stepped in. Her features were obvious given that she wore no clothing. That was when Michael saw what was between her legs, a flaccid eleven- inch long penis. She(?) told them in a very strangely accented English "The air is good, if my kind can breathe it, your kind can breathe it." Michael turned her suit to look at Colonel Tereshkova. She worked a control on her suit's wrist and gave Michael the 'high sign', Michael returned it and made a fist, holding it up. Tereshkova understood and held up her left fist as well. The two women pumped their fists up and down three times before Michael's formed a two fingered 'pair of scissors' and Tereshkova's flatted into a 'piece of paper." Captain Michael Partenza worked the fastener on her helmet and deactivated her Exopack to prevent wasting its air/mix. She then looked at the nude alien woman with the average for her size penis and asked somewhat confrontationally, "O.K., so, who the hell are you supposed to be?" I am encounter councilor Krona, of the Raianna Expedition to your system." "Ah, hah, Oooohhh Kaaaayyyy. I am Mission Commander Michael Partenza and this here is Lander Commander Valentina Tereshkova. We're here to find out what you want in our Star system. And oh, yeah, how come you're butt naked?" "This is how my people show our good friendship and peaceful intent. Why do you not show me the same courtesy?" "Well see these suits are kind of complicated and would take a while to climb in and out of, so if it's all the same to you, we'll stay dressed." "Very well, if you are fearful I shall not force you to do something that would make you uncomfortable." "Nice try, why are you here?" "We are here because twenty six of your years ago your kind matured to the first level of Galactic civilization. And our reconnaissance showed that and enemy was violating the law regarding First grade Civilizations." As the alien spoke, her (?) penis grew hard and stood out and slightly upward from her body. She had no testes and Michael could see a vaginal slit behind her erection. Michael told her, "Hey, slow down slugger, don't point that thing at us, it might be loaded." "I am sorry, but you ARE very attractive, Michael." "Ah hah, that's Captain Partenza to you, Lady, and you need to explain what you want." Colonel Tereshkova undogged her helmet and looked at the alien. "That is not a gun, she has no pockets, and so she must be happy to see us." Kona told the two women, "We have come to relieve you of the presence of the interlopers and to unite with you in friendship." Kona was now absently stroking her erection. Michael told her, "Hey, do you have to do that right here; can't you wait until you're alone with a dirty magazine or something?" "Why should I deny myself pleasure or feel ashamed of taking it?" "Because it's kind of creepy, no one wants to see that, and I don't like people who lie to me while they jerk off in front of me." "Very well, our true purpose is to take your civilization into hand. You have advanced too quickly and we suspect an illegal uplift." "Izzat so, Well you're crazy, but even if you could make that horseshit stick what exactly would you plan to do about it?" By this time Kona was quickening her pace on her shaft as she breathed harder and said, "We will,...appoint,..a System prefect,...to rule you,..until,..you legally qualify,.. As a first grade race." By this time, her hand was flying up and down over her penis and her other hand was playing with her boobs. Suddenly her whole body stiffened and her cock twitched, a thick white viscous fluid pumped out of her and toward Michael and Valentina landing on the floor in a puddle between her and the two humans. Some of it ended up on her hand and she licked it off. Michael told her, "Well, THAT was disgusting, are you finished or did you want to shove something up your own ass, I would suggest you take that deal of yours and use that. Here is our counter offer. Take your naked perverse asses out of our Star system and do NOT come back or I and my partner in peace, here will make something very bad happen to you." "How will you do that?" Michael pointed at the large case she and Valentina handled into the ship and said, "This is a one point two megaton fission-fusion nuclear device. Just one sample of Humanity's contribution to the totally ridiculous. We have quite a few of these, both in lunar space and on earth. This one is optimized for clean performance and packaged for the maximum output in a relatively small area. We used one of these bad boys to destroy the Grey guys' base on the other side of this planetoid." "You would use that,..thing,..here?" By now, her penis was flaccid again and at this point looked as if it might try to crawl into her body for protection. "In a minute, now what we're going to do is tell you the following, this is an official message from the United States of America, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and the United Nations of Earth. 'We have heard you out and understand your terms and we want no part of them or of you. We were not illegally uplifted and you are trespassing in the human solar system. Get out or we will THROW you out!" "By this time the giantess' legs were shaking and she looked at Michael and Valentina, and said in a trembling voice." "Sun devices, you would use sun devices, against the Raianna?" "Yes, not just yes, but HELL yes. We would do so in a proverbial New York second. In addition, if you don't let us out and allow us to return to our world on our terms, we are going to use this one right here, on YOU. Do you understand me, you pud pulling bitch? We'll just leave this one here with you, just in case you get any ideas about trying to grow a brain. That's the shit; you choose how to flush the toilet, Kona." Valentina had been setting the device for a remote initiation and the two humans donned their helmets and made ready to leave. Kona left, closed her hatch and the room depressurized, then the outer hatch opened and Michael and Valentina backed out. Valentina rejoined Alan Bean and the two hop-ran back to the Soviet lander, as they did, Michael told Schtopaugh, "Let's get the hell out of here and get our monkey asses back home." "What happened, what is the story, what was it?" "I'll tell you everything when we're back in 'Sentinel" and speeding for home, MOVE IT!" I want you to synchronize with the Russian Lander, and get ready to hit that plunger if that ship so much as shifts in place. "Yes, Ma'am." "Mission Commander Tereshkova, this is Mission Commander Partenza we have the package on the board, do you confirm?" "I confirm that. "I authenticate, Delta, Poppa, Zulu, Seven Two Ze-roh, Seven, Niner, Fi-uve Lima, November" "I authenticate also, Mission Commander Partenza." As the two spoke, the upper stages of their landers lifted off and headed for rendezvous with their respective orbiters. "Guardian, this is Lander, Lenin, my board is keyed with yours, and the baby is yours, at your discretion." "I copy that, Lenin, I have the ball." Michael watched the alien cube for any sign of activity, but there was none. No one even tried to push the package out of the cube. When Sentinel and guardian docked, Michael and Schtopaugh transferred the initiator board to C/SM Sentinel and closed the tunnel jettisoning Guardian. She floated free and would eventually fall to the moon, but Jack Swigert was already maneuvering Sentinel out of lunar orbit and around the moon to make a course toward Earth. Michael used the exterior service module camera directed aft to watch the fleet behind them. If any ship moved, she would initiate the device, killing however many of those hermaphroditic invaders as were aboard it. Schtopaugh looked at her and asked, "Are you set?' "Yes, I am, just call me, Michael Partenza, the nuclear terrorist." For three days, each Astronaut took a shift on the initiator, watching to keep the Raianna at bay. Finally, they watched as the fleet left lunar space and pulled back to the Jovian system. The Soviet Soyuz craft undocked from the Salyut and left the station/ship docked with Beta flight. The joint craft was now clearly a watchtower style station keeper. One the way back from the Moon, Lt. Colonel Strelnikov went EVA for an hour and a half to remove the film from the exterior camera banks. This would be added to the film from the Hassleblad camera that had been affixed to Captain Partenza's EVA suit control package. Thanks to that camera running they now had a recording of the Alien woman's ultimatum as well as full color footage of her jerking off. Yes, sir, the space program was certainly taking a turn for the surreal. Schtopaugh asked about the events in Landing Zone Badlands again, but Michael told him. "Schtopaugh, it was just to damned bizarre, you can watch the records on Earth. I do NOT feel like revisiting it by talking about it." When C/SM Sentinel reached high earth orbit, Michael Jack and Schtopaugh climbed into their crew couches and Jack Swigert got ready to disconnect the service module from the command module. The Command module was now the ideal weight because while Michael and Valentina were inside the Raianna lander, Alan Bean and Schtopaugh Strelnikov took the time to collect over two hundred pounds of moon rocks from the far side of the moon. And divvy them up between the two landers. Geologists and hierologists the world over would be having knife fights over these things. Sales of various specialists' mothers into lives of prostitution were NOT off the table. Jack was a little nervous about the reentry, and Michael did not blame him. The last time he went into space wass a real life hair-raising life or death adventure, and no self respecting astronaut wants any part of those sorts of movie hero style hijinks. The three astronauts sweated out the three minutes and forty-five seconds of communications blackout before they were low enough in Earth's atmosphere for the three of them to here the voice of Capsule Communicator Ronald E. Evans saying, "A