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The La Quinta inn in Albuquerque, New Mexico was not where Michelle Strelnikova wanted to take her honeymoon with her new husband, Schtopaugh, but General Ballard impressed upon her the need to stay close to the project in the event of a change in the strategic picture. As of November the 29th, 1974 the thirty-six ships comprising the Raianna expeditionary fleet were keeping station near the Moon Europa in the Jovian System. They had stayed there since pulling back from lunar space in the aftermath of their encounter with Apollo 20. Since arriving in the Jovian system, Project Rampart had not been able to gain much of a detailed picture. Then the Very Large Array in the New Mexico desert was repurposed by the project to run sonograghic scans of the Jovian system. Michelle was at that precise moment naked and kneeling on the room's bed near the foot. Her mouth was moving up and down on Schtopaugh's shaft as her tongue licked up and down and around it. She breathed in and out through her nose to prevent suffocation. Schtopaugh was lying on the bed with his legs spread and his hands gently caressing Michelle's head and running his fingers though her hair. The Russian of Georgian descent moaned telling Michelle, "Oh, Ghod, you're so good, MMMMMMM, So good to me." Michelle hummed in acknowledgment, "Mmm-Hmmm" The humming caused a gentle vibration in and around Schtopaugh's cock and he groaned, "OHHHHHHGHODDDDDD!" As he climaxed and spurted his jism into Michelle's mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could and licked his shaft clean. Then she lifted her face to look at him and said, "You just never get enough of those do you, lover?" "How could I when you are so damned GOOD at it, it's like you just KNOW all the right things to do and the right ways to do them." Michelle demurred and told him, "Well, I really ought to all things considered, shouldn't I, Sweetheart?" Schtopaugh sat up and told her, "I know, but sometimes it shocks me to remember that you were once a man. I think to myself, you used to be a man very much like myself and now you're a fantastically beautiful woman with my baby inside you. It only makes me love you more." "I know, we're gonna be married till we're dead." Michelle answered, smiling brightly." "SO, what does my Navy Angel want to do next?" Well, Sugar bear, some payback would be nice." "It would be my pleasure, Dear one. Just assume the position and let me settle up with you." Michelle took Schtopaugh's place on the bed lying on her back with her head near the headboard. Schtopaugh rubbed his hands together to warm them and then began caressing Michelle's breasts, licking her nipples and nuzzling the white globes of flesh. As Michelle purred and hummed in pleasure, he moved downward, kissing and nuzzling her tummy and paying special attention to where he knew his child was growing. Schtopaugh made his way down to Michelle's public mound and vaginal cleft. When he reached it, he started kissing and tonguing the fleshy folds and licking up the resultant lubrication as if it were the sweetest nectar. Michelle moaned and hummed and told him, "OOOOHHHH, Baby, yessss, Baby, Goddd, OOOOHHHHHH." Schtopaugh licked and tongued Michelle's vulva and vagina probing his tongue deeper into her cleft and almost fucking her with his tongue. Michelle orgasm onto his face and she rubbed her hips over his face and cried out with the force of her climax. When he gave her a second one, Michelle screamed, "EEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH_HAAAAAHHHH" Then she demanded in a low throaty voice, "O.K., Damn it, FUCK ME, Enough playing around, Sugar Bear, it's time for Momma's good time with Daddy." Schtopaugh, always willing to accommodate her, crawled up her body to face her and as he moved his organ close, Michelle reached down between her legs and found his penis. She grabbed Schtopaugh's cock and directed it into her vagina as he pushed inward. "MMMM, Yeah, We have HARDdock!" Then Schtopaugh started moving in and out in steady even thrusts and Michelle grunted and moaned in sexual satisfaction, at one point telling him, Ooooohhhhhhmmmmyyyeeeeaaahhhh We have Hardcock." Michelle moved her body in time with Schtopaugh's thrusts and hugged him close to cause his chest to rub against her breasts. As her pleasure built she began a moaning keening cry that sounded almost musical as her first coital orgasm hit her, , "Nghneeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhh Ghaaaaahddddddddd YEEEAAAHHH!!!!!!" Schtopaugh was nowhere near to his climax and so he continued to thrust in and out and, as he did so, he kissed Michelle and she could taste herself on him and did not care due to the good feelings he was giving her. . Schtopaugh was well aware that the mouth he was kissing and tonguing had been sucking his cock and had swallowed his sperm and his lack of concern at that mirrored hers. Adults such as Michelle and Schtopaugh simply did not care about such trivialities between themselves. Michelle shook with the pleasure Schtopaugh was giving her and the part of her mind that was still functioning wondered at why he simply did not thrust home as fast as he could to reach his own climax. The answer was that he enjoyed giving her pleasure and relished the reaction of complete sexual abandonment he could see in her eyes and face. After shouting out her second coital orgasm, Michelle told him, "Buh, Buh, Balcony, Buh buh butt." Schtopaugh stopped thrusting and asked in an almost too sweet voice, "Does my Treasure want something?" Michelle almost shouted at him, "Fuck me in duh, the ass on duh, the Balcony!" "Your desire, my command." Schtopaugh pulled out of her and half carried her, still naked and drenched in her own sweat to the balcony overlooking the city. Then he bent her over and parted her ass cheeks with his thumbs, and plunged his engorged cock into her anus. Whe he began thrusting, She screamed in a voice loud enough to stop traffic two streets away. Schtopaugh began using his other hand to reach around and frig her pussy as his right hand held her shoulder and his dick plunged in and out of her rectum. Another body shaking mind-erasing orgasm shook Michelle as the thrusts of Schtopaugh's cock and the movements of his fingers made her entire pelvic region and body explode in ecstasy. Michelle's hands gripped the iron railing of the balcony and she turned her head to look at the passing cars. She was somehow still aware in a part of her mind that anyone who looked up would see her naked, sweating and screaming getting anally fucked by her husband. That thought made her climax again and she screamed up at the stars in final sexual triumph. Schtopaugh felt his own finishing coming and knew he could no longer deny himself. He thrust faster and harder knowing that he needed to finish or go mad. When his moment came he shout grunted as his sperm shot into Michelle's rectum and she had one more last shaking keening crying orgasm. Michelle relaxed as Schtopaugh took her in his arms and brought her inside. The outside air no longer on her naked body. "Oh, Schtopaugh, That is SO good, you are so good. I have no idea why I love it when you do that, but I do." "Then for as long as that remains so I will continue to do it for you, Misha, my Treasure." He said as he kissed her and tongued her teeth. Schtopaugh was about to pick up the phone to order dinner from a local delivery restaurant, when the phone rang and he answered it, "Lt. Colonel Strelnikov, go." The voice on the other end of the telephone spoke, and Schtopaugh became more serious as he listened. Finally, he answered, "I understand, we'll be there in thirty minutes, Goodbye." Then he hung up the phone and told Michelle, "They need us back at the project as soon as we can get there, the dickgirls are pulling something, and we don't know what it is." Michelle started dressing and told her husband, "Thirty minutes, huh, this must be big if we don't even have time to shower." "Yes, big and bad." Schtopaugh and Michelle Strelnikov dressed in their respective class A uniforms and left the hotel heading back on Gibson boulevard toward the west Gibson gate. This took then back to Hanger Alpha 01 and the Badged their way from the surface past three guard posts to the main briefing room where Dr. Lukas Forrester had a set of slides set up. General Ballard was there and looked concerned. Michelle reported in formally saluting the general and coming to attention and Schtopaugh did so as well. Ballard would never get used to Soviet officers saluting him and showing him deference. Michelle and Schtopaugh both looked drawn and tried almost as if they had been engaged in some heavy physical activity before they arrived. Then Ballard got a whiff of the musk coming from the two of them and realized he probably should have let them have time to shower. "Sir, Captain Michelle Strelnikova, and Lt. Colonel Schtopaugh Strelnikov reporting as ordered." "Fine, fine, just take a seat and see the show, you two." Dr. Forrester blinked and looked around asking, "Is everyone here, sir?" "Everybody that's coming, Dr. please proceed. "Ah yes, well then," The lights dimmed and the first slide came up. "Now as you can see, the new deep distance telescope on Beta flight has its lens fixed on Jupiter, and we have concomitant sonographic data, from the V.L.A., The information is not encouraging. Michelle looked and saw the blown up image of the seemingly little ships dropping tiny iron filings on Europa. The Raianna or more derogatorily named 'Dickgirls' were doing something with Europa. If Michelle thought about it in strategic terms, they were probably setting up a base. If that was so then the Bilateral Alliance had to find a way to get there with sufficient force to wipe it out. A flotilla of unanchored ships was one thing, but a permanent base could not be tolerated. The slide switched to the next image and showed a small cube pod on the near side of the moon near Mare Procellarum. Several slides indicated that the pilots and crew of the cube pod were excavating the Zulu Romeo base. Subsequent slides showed the cube literally being chased from the moon by the Cosmonauts on Beta flight. The slide show ended and Captain Strelnikova stood up and told the General, "Sir, when I rescued Joanne, the Zulu Romeos had just transformed him, they would not have had time to store his bio data, but they would have had time to store mine. I believe we should assume that the Romeo Alphas now have all of my bio information." "What will that do for them?" "I don't know, our species does not have a sufficient background in strategic bio or genetic warfare to think that far ahead. Sir, we have to get out there, and we have to do it in a way that allows us to bring a major force projection asset." General Ballard ran a hand over his face and then looked at Captain Strelnikova and asked her, "I thought you said we had time, I thought you said their first move would be something diplomatic, what the hell happened, Captain?" "Sir, as far as I knew, as far as WE knew that SHOULD have been their next move. We just don't have the practical experience we would need to be able to second guess these creatures." General Ballard was mollified somewhat, but he still needed something to bring to the Bilateral Allied council. "SO what do I tell Commissioner Kissinger and the Council?" Dr. Forrester looked at him with a dour, almost grim expression and said,"Tell them they had better prepare to go public. Whatever the Romeo Alphas are going to do, they're going to do it before we can make a counter move." "This is NOT what I wanted to hear from you people." Schtopaugh looked at the General and told him, "With all due respect, Sir, that would seem to be irrelevant." Dr. Lukas Forrester then offered, "Tell them this. We have a plan witch would allow us to definitively strike back and do so hard, in as short a time as six months. Until then tell the council that we have the ability to conduct sufficient damage control on anything the enemy may inflict on us from this distance." "What the hell plan is this," "Sir, it was and still is called project Orion. General Mason Ballard had to have it explained to him by Dr. Lukas Forrester. Even Captain Strelnikova was hazy on some of the details and Lt. Colonel Strelnikov knew nothing at all about it "Project Orion is in essence the plan to build a spacecraft launched and propelled by the pulses or explosive power of nuclear initiations in a specialized reaction chamber that channels the force of the nuclear reactions to a pressure-propulsion plate that would catapult the ship upward and or forward. This would allow a spacecraft that weights, not thousands of pounds, but instead thousands of tons." Michelle asked him concernedly, "Wouldn't the radioactive fallout be a serious issue?" "With today's devices, not so much, especially if the ship launched from an arctic environment or is built in space." Ballard asked, "What about Electromagnetic pulse?" "Again, with today's micro charges or pony nukes, it would not be a significant factor.. In essence, the various factors can be mitigated and we can build ships that can act as platforms of major force projection against the enemy weighing not thousand of pounds but thousand of tons." General Ballard looked at Forrester as he stroked his chin. After a few seconds, he told the man, "Write this up in time, and I'll present it under your name this week." "Yes, sir." Michelle and Schtopaugh looked at each other and Schtopaugh said, "Giant space battleships." Michelle responded, "Kewl!" On her own time in her office, Michelle read up more on Project Orion after asking CPO Chandler to bring her all relevant materials. Michelle spent the rest of the day reading up on it and learned that this technology, discarded for a variety of odd and quixotic reasons would allow payloads not of three men and perhaps a couple of hundred pounds of cargo, but of hundreds of people and thousands of tons of cargo and weapons. Literally blasted forward at exponentially increasing speeds that would get them to Jupiter not in years or months, but in weeks or days. These ships could arrive at the enemy's beachhead carrying yet more nuclear devices as weapons and blast the Raianna from the Solar System. Even if the U.S. only built one, and the Soviets only build one, they could double team the enemy and make a definite impression. Get China in it and that meant three Orion battleships blasting away at them. Moreover, humanity already had this technology in their hands and had for years. When Michelle left for the day at the rather late hour of 2300 she looked up at the night sky toward Jupiter's inclination and grinned wolfishly, "Wait'll you get a load of us." When Schtopaugh came out from his duties, Michelle went to him, and said as they walked to the 'Vette, "We can do this, we can really do this. I mean if the council green lights this idea, then we'd be able to hit them bad, on,..." "I know, Do you remember how fast your country was cranking out ships and weapons during the Great Patriotic War, I mean World War Two?" "Yeah, and this is just one ship." They drove back to the hotel and collected their things and paid their bill then they drove home to their quarters. When they arrived, the house was dark. Joanne left a note that she was staying over at a friend's house and would be home the next morning. Michelle looked at the paper and wonder when it had been left, then she say that day's or rather the previous days' date. That cooled Michelle's temper somewhat as she realized Joanne was probably just lonely for some kind of company. Schtopaugh and Michelle went upstairs and put the bags in the closet. Both of them were too tired for sex and just undressed. Took turns using the shower and the bathroom and sat wearily on the edges of their bed. Michelle snuggled in next to Schtopaugh and had to admit. It was nice having that big old boy laying next to her. That though did wonders to quell her nagging fears about a hostile universe. Michelle reasoned that with as reflexively paranoid as Schtopaugh was, anything SHE did not think of, HE would and then they could take steps to face it. The next morning, Michelle and Schtopaugh were both getting ready, Schtopaugh was shaving and Michelle was brushing her now past her shoulders hair. Michelle had to buy several hairbrushes and other hair care products to look after the brown and slightly curly locks Schtopaugh insisted she keep and allow to grow. When the couple dressed for the day, Michelle helped Schtopaugh cinch his tie and Schtopaugh checked her neck piece to make sure it was straight. By now, Michelle had the following medals ribbons and citations adorning the left and right sides of her black uniform tunic, Order of the Purple Heart X2 Vietnam service medal Presidential unit citation awarded to the U.S.S. Constellation for sustained air operations and close air support over Dak To Navy unit citation Combat action ribbon Sea service deployment ribbon Navy and Marine Corps service medal Navy Expeditionary medal Distinguished Navy Cross with "V" for valor NASA Astronaut medal Apollo flight ribbon X3 Naval aviator proficiency badge (Gold air wings) Combat Ace badge Silver Star The Congressional Medal of Honor The last was in this case the blue star spangled rectangle atop her citation rack rather than the full ribbon and pendant for ceremonial occasion, but it was still there. When she wore the full ribbon and sometimes when she wore the little blue rectangle General officers saluted her, or rather her ribbon first and then SHE returned it. She looked at herself in the mirror and was still sometimes struck, not so much by her femininity, but rather by her body's age. She was nearly thirty-seven years old and she looked like a damned bubble gum chewing kid. Schtopaugh swatted her skirted rump and told her, "Come on we got to get our shit wired, what do you think get something from Mickyland?" "Yeah, we can get drive thru and eat it on the way." When they came downstairs, Joanne was there dressed for university and shoveling cereal into his face. Michelle told him, "When did you get in last night?" "Uhm, I think around three,..." "O.K., Jo' once In a while is alright, but this doesn't happen every day, are we clear?" Jo said around a mouthful of cereal, "Yes, Ma'am." Michelle and Schtopaugh headed out to the car and Michelle got in the driver's side, Schtopaugh looked curious and Michelle told him, "If I'm alive, I drive." "For, now, that is." "Don't remind me." The 'vette fishtailed out of the parking space and the off base through the Wyoming gate to the McDonald's on Wyoming and Central avenue. Michelle was surprised at the Amount of food she ordered, but suddenly she was hungry for two breakfast sandwiches three hash browns and a cinnamon roll. Schtopaugh shrugged and simply said, "Construction materials, Da?" "Da" Driving back through the Wyoming gate and west to Hanger Alpha 01, Schtopaugh told her, "You know, pretty soon we are going to have to get a family car, This hot rod death mobile is fine for now, I suppose, but what do we do when the bundle shows up, come to that what if we get more than one bundle? I don't see us sticking a car seat in the back of this speeding suicide machine." Michelle reacted with a little more anger than she meant to as she shouted back, "Yeah, Schtopaugh, I get it, when the baby or babies are born I have to give up being cool and figure out what to do with my duties and everything else. For one thing how do I do my damned job when I'll have a newborn baby to look after?" "I was actually thinking about Joe. When baby is born it will be summer time, Joe could look after our little one, when she is at vacation." "I had NOT thought of that, but you're right. Of course then my worry is what if the kid bonds with her and not me." "I don't think that will happen, but if you're worried take a few weeks off to cuddle with the little one." "Yeah, I guess, that reminds me, what are we going to name the bun in my oven, we can't call it "Hey you." "I was thinking, If a boy, Michael, if a girl Valentina." "That's not bad, or we could go for either Joseph or Joanne, you know, since I was going to make Jo' it's godmother." "You have a thought there, damned if you don't." "And if I get twins, we just go either or." The car pulled up to the Hanger and Michelle and Schtopaugh got out and walked up to Tech Sergeant Blevins, the regular midnight to 8 AM guard. The two of them were saluted and returned the action and headed inside. Schtopaugh was wearing an overcoat and gloves against the autumn chill, Michelle was wearing her heavy overcoat, a scarf, a pair of earmuffs, and fur lined gloves Schtopaugh made sure she put them on before they left the house. Michelle was starting to feel like the 'Smother to be' By now the Zulu Romeo ship had been thoroughly taken apart and was now being meticulously studied to understand not just how it worked, but why it worked, the physical laws that made it possible. The bodies of the deceased Zulu Romeos were dissected and studied almost down to the cellular and chemical level. Schtopaugh was working with Colonel Valentina Tereshkova who was leading the Asymmetric warfare division and helping formulate tactics for humanity to use against the technologically superior Raianna. Schtopaugh reached his stop in the network of offices and kissed Michelle as she told him, "See you at lunch?" "I don't know, I have to look at my day to see if Boss Belenko, my Sergeant left me a free lunch." "I know how you feel CPO Chandler runs my ass pretty ragged." "Da, See you at home, O.K.?" "Sure, Babe." Captain Strelnikova walked into the outer office occupied by Chief Petty Officer Chandler to see she was already hard at work and probably had been for at least an hour. American, and probably Soviet Noncommissioned officers, were just like that. CPO Chandler pointed at a stack of envelopes trimmed in red and stamped with things like CONFIDENTIAL TOP SECRET EYES ONLY All three were sealed with string and wax CPO Chandler said, "Good morning, Captain, We have today's envelopes from Dr. Gains, Dr. Forrester, and Media Director Powers." "Thank you Chief Petty Officer, I'd love a cup of coffee, cream two sugars?" Michelle lifted the three thick envelopes and held them at her side rather than taking them to her breasts. Michelle did not realize it but many of her mannerisms were like that. Even today it was a good thing she had a desk with a closed front because more often than not she sat with her legs slightly apart and her torso projected a little forward. As if, she was trying to project and dominate via her presence. CPO Chandler just smiled and answered, "Of Course, Captain." Before rising to fetch Michelle's cup of 'joe'. Sitting at her desk, Michelle cracked open the large manila envelope from Dr. Lukas Forrester. What it revealed was a set of papers, blueprints and some schematics on the Spacecraft he wanted 'Santa' to bring him for Christmas. A Massive Orion powered Solar system battle ship equipped with rail cannons nuclear missile batteries and heavy deflector plating to let it hang in a firefight. Michelle looked at the text on the blue print and read, USS John Paul Jones Michelle touched the paper of the document almost caressingly as she realized how deeply the name of the hoped for ship touched her. The father of the United States Navy. The man who, when an enemy demanded that he surrender, telling him "Captain you have done all that good men and ships can be expected to do, it is time to surrender," answered, "We have not yet BEGUN to fight!" The man who when he learned a foe he bested in battle was to be made a knight by his monarch, shouted, "When I see him next, by god, I'll make him a LORD!" This ship when she was built could have no finer name adorning her. The spirit of Admiral John Paul Jones WOULD sail out to once more face a powerful arrogant dominarch and she would defeat them. Captain Michelle Strelnikova would see her built and if at all possible would command her No matter what. Michelle looked again at the blueprint and reflected cannily that Dr. Lukas Forrester was one smart son of a bitch. He knew who was going to read this and he knew very well how to appeal to the vanity of a navy woman, an academy graduate of Annapolis, Someone who made the sea and then the stars their career. Was it a fine name for the Orion ship? most definitely, but Michelle would have to remind herself when dealing with Forrester than when he played the part of the mawkish glasses wearing absent minded professor, that was exactly what he was doing, playing the part. Putting those blueprints and papers to the side for now, Michelle opened and looked at the packet from Dr. Gains. This was a breakdown on the Zulu Romeos. Their biology, their taxonomy, their anatomy. Michelle read what she could of it, thankfully, Gains wrote it in 'Captain dummy talk' that enabled her to read it and comprehend it. The Zulu Romeos were, as near as the Dr. could tell a literally manufactured race. Someone else made them. It was doubtful but not impossible that the Raianna created them, but then why would they have done that? The answer was a third player, which needed a fall guy to do their dirty work for them. Michelle sipped at the coffee in her 'U.S.S Constellation' squadron cup that seemed to have magically appeared on her desk where she could reach it and thought. She did not have enough data. She stared at the drawings and words and photos of dissected corpses until her eyes blurred, then put them aside and took up the media report. Director Powers and her team recommended an upswing of science fiction films and television shows, particularly emphasizing humans figuring things out and finding a weakness to fight the interlopers. A program of subtle manipulation to get people thinking in positive proactive terms. The message would be one of "Humans are smart, humans know things, humans solve problems, we don't need men on white horses or rescuers from above and furthermore, we never did. Michelle liked that idea, it was a good message and the kind of thing that always made her like a story, or when it was absent to hate a story. Michelle sat back and remembered movies and stories she remembered enjoying and there was a constant theme in all of them. A hero, usually from humble beginnings studied and learned and fought a great evil, usually with a team of good friends around them. Never expecting help from "The almighty whosiwhatsis' and showing the villain that a good human with a strong heart was better than all his power. The brave little tailor, trumping the great and powerful Oz. Then showing that the latter was all just bluff and bluster and stuff and nonsense. Michelle gathered the collected papers and stood up walking out of the office and telling CPO Chandler, "I'm going to see the General tell him to expect me." "Yes, Captain." Michelle remembered that if she had the papers, then the General had his own copies and doubled back to stick her copies in her office wall safe. Then head out to speak with the general. After all, if she did not have to tote highly classified materials around there was no reason for her to do so. Chief Petty Officer Chandler dutifully failed to notice Michelle's almost mistake. Michelle wondered if it was too soon to recommend her for a possible promotion in grade to Master Chief Petty Officer. By the time Captain Strelnikova reached General Ballard's office, CPO Chandler had called ahead and she was expected. Michelle walked into his outer office and the Air Force Master Sergeant told her, "You're expected, go right in, Ma'am." As with most of the services, much of the support personnel were female. The Master Sergeant on the desk was quite an attractive woman as well, for her age. She could not have been more than thirty if she was a day. If she looked after herself she would be fit and healthy for another forty years, at least. She would be fit to serve for another twenty, easy. Michelle entered General Ballard's office and he stood and said pleasantly, "How can I help you Captain, is everything going well, how are you feeling? "Very well sir, thank you, I wanted to ask you if you have seen the latest folders from our departments." Ballard smiled and answered, "I have, and I believe I can guarantee my approval of the media plan and Orion. Also the Committee knows about Orion and the lay of the land I get is that it's essentially approved sight unseen." Michelle blinked and rejoined, "Well, I see, sir, that IS a surprise," Ballard sipped at his own cup of coffee and told her, "Not really, Captain. Kissinger knows how deep we're in it and the Russians are so damned punchy about invaders that they're probably digging the launch silo for their ship right now." Michelle blinked in surprise, and smiled as she responded, "I see, sir, well then that should give us what, say six months?" Ballard scoffed and told the Captain, 'SIX? Try one. We've got our own crews up near the arctic circle digging our silo now, in addition many of the components of an Orion ship can be prebuilt and moved to the launch site. With three heel and toe shifts a day, we can be ready to launch the Jones at the end of this year." Michelle still stood as the General had not asked her to sit. Ballard realized this and told her, "Captain please have a seat, is there anything you would like? I remember when my first was born my wife was so worried about her condition." Michelle demurred and told him, "Thank you sir, but actually my obstetrician says that in the first trimester there aren't any limits on my activities, That doesn't start until the second trimester when I start really showing." Michelle sat in the guest chair and asked, "So the name of the ship, you like the "John Paul Jones?" "You bet I do. Admiral Jones was a gutsy American with a lot of moxie. I can't think of a better tribute to him combined with a way to show the American people, and the enemy, our intentions." Michelle fairily beamed at General Ballard and said with a slight lilt of joy in her face, "Yes, sir, those were my thoughts exactly!" Ballard sat at his own desk and told Michelle, "Well then, Captain that seems to sort everything out nicely. So, now that we have that decided, I wanted to ask you about your plans for when your pregnancy advances." Michelle was unsure of the sudden attempt at a fatherly tone in his voice. If almost seemed as if he was trying to be kindly about administering some kind of bad news. Finally, she asked him, "General why don't you just come out with it?" Ballard looked as if he wanted to pull the bandage off slowly, but decided to rip it off quickly regardless. "All right, then, Captain I'll just tell you, the word I have from above is that when your child is born the Navy will be placing you on an extended indefinite paid leave. In addition to that, they are discussing the likelihood of retirement. By that time, you have had a full 20 years in the navy counting your time in the Academy. That will justify a full retirement package." Michelle was crushed. Who would command the John Paul Jones, who would run the Project, what would she do with herself if she were not to be in the Navy? "Sir,...I,...I don't,...they can't,...NO!" General Ballard was not unsympathetic. At least so he seemed. "Captain Strelnikova, This nation is NOT going to put an expectant mother in danger on the front lines. That is just not going to happen. Now I understand how you feel,..." Michelle stood and cut him off, telling him rather rudely, "No, sir, I don't believe you do. I don't think you have any idea how I could possibly feel." A warning tone crept into Ballard's voice as he told her, "Captain I understand you have been under stress, but there are limits and you ARE speaking to a superior officer." Michelle stood and told him." Yes, sir, you are absolutely right. I apologize for my imprudent tone, please excuse me. If the general pleases, I would like to return to my duties, if that is all right, sir." Michelle saluted him correctly and properly and stood at attention, holding the salute and waiting to be dismissed. General Mason Ballard stood and told her, "Captain you are dismissed. Moreover, I mean for the day, Go home, calm down, and get a hold of yourself. I will see you tomorrow when you are feeling more in control of yourself." Ballard returned the salute and Michelle turned on her heel and walked out, back straight and head held high having been told that the Navy would be placing her in a nice green pasture once she reached the point of giving birth to her child. Captain Michelle Strelnikova returned to her office and told Chief Petty Officer Chandler, "Chief Petty Officer, I'll be closing down for today, please tell Lt. Colonel Strelnikov that he'll need to find a lift home with Either Colonel Tereshkova or Commander Evans, You're dismissed for the day as well, Chief Petty officer." Chandler nodded and closed down her desk as Captain Strelnikova collected her things, secured her office, and left the project's offices, bundling up against the cold as she walked to the surface entrance of the hanger. Michelle sat I nher car thinking and stewing. Once again after a long period of thinking everything was fine she had her nose rubbed in the reality of being a woman in the U.S. Military. The rules were different for her now, standards were different now. For the first time since meeting and starting her sexual relationship with Schtopaugh, Michelle wished she were still a man. 10,000 hours in enemy airspace over Vietnam, 27 confirmed kills THREE successful missions to the moon and back fourteen kills in the solar conflict and successfully standing off the 'dickgirls' and making them back off with pee running down their legs. If a male officer had done all that, letting him go from the Navy would be out of the question. Michelle very much wanted to get blind stinking drunk, but she did not dare, not when it would directly affect the human being growing in her belly. Instead, Michelle pulled out of the lot and drove to the Winrock Mall. That was what women did when they were upset, wasn't it? They went shopping, or ate chocolate or talked on the phone with their girl friends. Michelle Strelnikova was oblivious to the blatant overt sexism drenching her thoughts as she drove east and north on her way toward the shopping center in question. The last time Michelle had been upset by something that happened on this base, she went shopping and it made her feel better. It stood to reason then in her mind that going shopping would make her feel better this time as well. If it didn't she resolved to try eating chocolate or finding someone to gossip to about something. Michelle did not know what to really do; she just knew that she wanted this cold feeling of abandonment and superfluous irrelevance to STOP! Michelle's Corvette pulled to a stop in the crowded parking lot of the Winrock shopping center and suddenly realized that the date was November 30th and the '74 Christmas shopping season was in full swing. Undaunted by the likelihood of being crushed to death by rabid holiday shoppers, Captain Michelle Strelnikova walked into the main entrance ready for any threat that might meet her. The inner hall was not nearly as crowded as she feared. It was a weekday and it was early in the season yet and most of the people here were wives with children. Michelle realized with a sudden burst of affection for her unborn child that soon she would be one of them. A new mommy trundling a stroller along as she tended to her perfectly mundane chores. Michelle looked at her right hand. Her middle finger showed her Annapolis ring for the class of 61 and her ring finger held her wedding ring. Her engagement ring was now in a keepsake jewelry box on her vanity at home. That shocked Michelle with the reality of her feminine status, not just in body, but in life and to an extent in mind as well. Michelle had been a man in JUNE. Six months ago, 'Michael' had been a big strapping lad and a hot combat aviator of whom the North Vietnamese had been terrified. Michelle looked around at some of the mothers and decided that she was going to need maternity clothes and no one ever failed by planning ahead. Michelle wandered among the selections in Sears and realized that they looked terrible. She HATED the massive bell shaped dresses and almost circus tent-like blouses. The pants were even worse. Michelle walked out of the store even more depressed than she was after speaking to the General. Looking at the available maternity clothes made Michelle feel even more distanced and divorced from her military vocation. Michelle left the store and went to the Farrell's Ice cream parlor. She ordered a three-scoop banana spit and sat down to eat it, determined to console herself in the sweet sugary goodness. She knew that this was not exactly healthy either, but it was better, than drinking and poisoning her child with alcohol. The sugary treat made Michelle feel a little better, but she was still left with her initial problem. The reality that when the kid(s) was/were born she was as good as out of the U.S.Navy and sentenced to Suburban Mom-hood. As she walked back to her car, Michelle said allowed, "Well, if that's the way it is, I'll be the coolest damned mom in the neighborhood. That afternoon, Michelle arrived home to find she had the house all to herself. Michelle walked upstairs and took off her uniform. She then took off her bra, panties, garter belt, and hose and looked down at her belly, telling it, "We need a shower, kiddo." Then she stepped into the bathroom and changed her mind halfway though and elected to have a bath. As the tub filled, Michelle sat at her vanity and combed out her hair. It was now well past her shoulders and had turned a nice deep brown making her eyes stand out and accentuating her cheekbones. It made her look almost regal. No wonder Schtopaugh treated her like a queen. She LOOKED like one. Michelle put her hair up in a shower cap as she had washed it the previous night. Then she got into the bubble bath filled water and sat/laid in it luxuriating in the warm water and good smelling bubbles. Occasionally, being a woman was kind of a drag, but times like this womanhood did NOT suck. Michelle spent the next hour in the bath, at first just laying there, then gently scrubbing herself. She thought about it, and decided that she was not horny, and so there was no call to masturbate. Besides, even if she became horny later, that was the reason she kept Schtopaugh around. Michelle climbed out of her bath and dried off, putting on her sky blue robe to laze around for a while. Schtopaugh would be home soon- ish and Joanne sooner than that. Michelle looked around the refrigerator and cupboards to discover that SOMEONE had done a solid job of shopping. Meats, dairy products, vegetables, cereals, breads. Canned goods, the stocked food ran the gamut. It was a little heavy on the quick fixes, but that only made sense. Joanne shopped for the three of them and made sure to buy food that would be good for a pregnant woman. That was when Michelle remembered that Joanne or rather Joe had been a father and had seen a wife through TWO successful pregnancies. Michelle decided that Joanne had a little slack coming and if she stayed away again some other night, that it could slide once, or maybe twice more. Especially if she kept the house up the way she had been. Later that day, around about 17:30 Joanne came home. Michelle, now dressed in a pair of slacks, deck shoes and a short sleeved blouse, told her, "Hey, Kid. I don't know when Schtopaugh will get home, so it looks like it's just the two of us, what do you feel like eating, Take out or something home made?" Joe blinked askance and asked Michelle skeptically, "Can you even cook, Mike, I mean seriously. I ask, because I have never in all my born days met an 'airdale' that could as much as boil water." Michelle allowed Joanne's use of the derogatory slang term for a Naval Aviator slide, because she was I na good mood and answered her chronologically older ward, "You have a point, I do not recall ever cooking more than quick fix food or reheated leftovers." "Don't sweat it, Mike, I can fix us something, how do you feel about grilled cheese sandwiches?" Michelle shot back triumphal, "HA, I KNEW it, you can't cook any more than I can. In fact I venture to guess you never cooked a real meal in your life, not counting C-Rats cooked over an improvised fire." Joanne answered back defensively, "Cut me some slack, when I was a kid, Mom cooked, when I was in the Corps, the corps cooked, 'cept for in the field and that doesn't count, and when I got married my wife cooked. How am I supposed to know from cooking?" Michelle opened the cupboards and shortly, the fridge and asked somewhat challengingly, "Then what's with all the wholesome grub?" Joanne looked sheepish, "Well, I was thinking,...'fake it till you make it.'" Later, as the two women ate a meal of grilled cheese sandwiches and potato chips with soda to drink, Joanne asked, Michelle, "So, does Schtopaugh know you can't cook?" Michelle answered around a mouthful of cheese and bread, "He had better have figured it out, since he knows I used to be a man." Joanne chuckled at that and said, "Yeah, here's hoping he doesn't think you inherited cooking as some kind of 'special woman superpower'". Schtopaugh arrived home with a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken and trimmings in his hands at 18:55, and when Michelle looked at him curiously, he told her, "Since when would either of you two have learned to cook, or did you get it as some kind of super hero stunt, like you were bitten by a radioactive June Cleaver?" They both laughed with him, pleased that there would be no drama and amused at his surprising genre savvy. Then Michelle stopped laughing and told them both, "All kidding aside, I think I had better start picking up the culinary arts if I'm going to be a mother and a wife, especially if they're going to pasture my ass out of the Navy when I drop Junior." Joanne blinked at that and said somberly, "Yeah,...I guess I might want to do the same if I don't want to live the rest of my life on take out and TV dinners." That was when both of them looked at Schtopaugh and Michelle asked him, "You already know how to cook, don't you?" "Of course, in the Soviet Air Force we don't live like aristocrats, many times we all have to pitch in to cook meals, keep up the barracks work on the planes with the enlisted men, and so forth." Joanne and Michelle responded in unison, "Figures." That night, as the three people slept, Beta Flight orbited the moon and the rotating crew of Cosmonauts did their best to keep vigilance. Their ship/station orbited the moon and sadly there were times when their ship was blocked from watching Jovian space by the simple bulk of the moon itself. This was the reason that they did not see the object hurtling toward the Earth until it had entered translunar space. To every outward appearance it was a meteor. One of the thousands that entered the Earth's atmosphere every day and burned up to no real effect. Too big to avoid Earth's gravitation, Too small to do any real damaged. The Raianna prepared it and launched it when the Very Large Array was on the 'day side' pointed away from the. It reached lunar space when Beta Flight was blocked temporarily by the moon's bulk. The object fragmented and disintegrated in the lower atmosphere in the night sky over North America. Seemingly a thoroughly unremarkable solar event. Then asteroidal shell contained tiny machines. So tiny that it would require a microscope to even be able to see them. They were called Nanites, and at first the object contained only thousands of them but by the time it reached the moon there were millions, by the time they reached Earth, there were billions. They organized themselves into colonies. Each Nanite colony would find a human male with RH-negative blood and infiltrate his biosystem. Once that had been achieved each Nanite colony would complete it's program and die. Then they would evacuate from their subject's bodies. Some of them would remain airborne and reproduce, creating more colonies until every human male with RH- negative blood could be reached and affected. As dawn broke the next morning, millions of American, Canadian, and Mexican men did not wake up. In the United States, this took the form of men in various walks of life failing to rise and frightening their families. Some of them were serving members of the U.S. Military. Some of them were members of the American intelligence community. Some of them were taken by their families to hospitals where doctors reported that they were in mysterious comas. When Joanne went to school the next morning, she saw one of her professor's and three of her classmates were absent and that was as far as her notice went. Michelle and Schtopaugh went to report for duty in the Uniform of the day. That put Michelle in duty tans and Schtopaugh in his brown-and-blues. Michelle was surprised to see that Tech Sergeant Blevins was not on duty, instead it was an African American Staff Sergeant named 'Collins'. When the two of them reached the main morning briefing, General Ballard greeted them with a noncommittal grunt as he accepted and returned salutes and read the folder open in front of him. Captain Strelnikova was the first to speak as she asked him, "Sir, has something happened?" "We don't know, Captain, we're efforting that right now. As far as we know, so far we have reports of about three to four thousand people nationwide in mysterious comas. So far perfectly healthy people just dropping off and lying near death and no one knows why." Schtopaugh then asked concernedly, "Where is Junior Sergeant Blevins?" In the intensive care ward at the base hospital lying near death. He has almost no heartbeat and he was barely breathing and he's not the only one. There are a dozen more just like him out of the total base compliment including a Junior Lt. Krimov from the Soviet contingent. A very harried looking Dr. Forrester and a wan looking Dr. Gains were in the meeting and Gains told them, "As near as we can tell, this outbreak of mysterious comas coincides with the entry and disintegration of a meteor in our atmosphere. " Dr. Forrester stood up and told them, "At this point, we're as certain as we can be that it originated from the Jovian system. I think it is safe to say that the 'Dickgirls' have made their move." Dr. Gains chimed in with, "According to the data I have on every coma victim consistent with this attack, every coma victim has RH-negative blood." Michelle spoke up, "My blood type." "Yes, Captain, we know, that seems congruent with what you have told us about their possession of your biological data." The General asked, "Do we know anything else?" Dr. Gains shook her head sadly, "Yes, sir, we do. We did tests on the patients we have and as near as we can tell, there is,...something, in their blood. At first we thought it was a virus, but on close inspection it looks almost like,.." "Like WHAT, Dr. Gains?" "Sir, they look like microscopic machines. It looks like whatever they are they are altering these men at a cellular or even molecular level. What is worse is that in order to stop it, we would have to exsanguinate the patients. Their blood is saturated with these micro machine surgeons." "Are they contagious?" "No sir, as I said they seem to be machines, not a virus." "Good, then what's causing this where are they coming from?" Gains and Forrester shrugged helplessly, "Sir, we don't know. All we know is that the invaders did this, probably as a terror tactic to let us know that they can hurt us WITHOUT an actual invasion." General Ballard looked at Dr. Forrester and asked, "Dr. what's the Status on Project Orion?" "Sir we have started construction on both the John Paul Jones and the Aleksander Nevski, respectively, with 24/7 construction we should have both ships ready to fly by the first of February, 1975." "And the crews?" "The best we have from both nations are crash training as we speak to crew those ships and launch the very second the last rivet is punched home, Sir." "Good, it just might be that close." Michelle and Colonel Tereshkova met later that day in the facility cafeteria. Schtopaugh planted his tray next to Michelle's and Michelle planted a kiss on his lips and told him, "Hey, Sugar Bear." He kissed her back and said, "Hey yourself, Treasure, do you guys know anything more about the Coma patients?" Tereshkova spoke first telling them both, "I have the straight dope from Doc Gains, they're changing. It's a good job they're in a coma or they would be yelling their heads off." Michelle told him, "I talked to Director Powers about an hour ago. At this point containment is a lost cause there are thousands of men in comas changing in front of the eyes of doctors and family members all over the country. She's packaging the press release right now." Schtopaugh told Michelle, "This is going to get bad, isn't it?" Colonel Tereshkova, told him, "Worse than you think, Comrade Junior Colonel. All of the victims are showing prominent female characteristics and losing male characteristics." Michelle pushed her tray away and stood up walking back to her office. Her meal had been barley touched. Schtopaugh followed her and caught up to her halfway there. He took her by the shoulder and asked her, "Hey, Kid, what's the matter, you didn't finish your food" Michelle was fighting to hold back tears as she told him, "It's,...it's happening all over, again,...to thousands, and maybe hundreds of thousands of men all over the world. They're losing their whole lives,...they're those, bitches, they just,..WHY? WHY did they do that, WHY did they just, ruin thousands of people's lives? Because we won't be led, because we won't do as they tell us, because they just have no concept of exponential technological evolution? I don't understand." Michelle looked lost and afraid and as if she did not know where to turn. Schtopaugh hugged her and told her, "Sssshhh, Babushka, It will be all right. We'll stop them. We'll help these poor men and we'll make these freak alien Cossack bastards pay for every destroyed life." Michelle Hugged him back fiercely and held him for a moment drawing strength from his solid muscle , "Thank you, Sugar Bear, I feel a little better. I think I had better go finish my lunch. Building a human is hungry work." "Good girl." The next day, the public would be told about the Zeta Reticulans, the Raianna and the threat to Earth. Sixty days after that, if all went well, the Raianna would meet humankind's answer to their act of naked genetic terrorism.