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Sissies Revenge, Drifting
By: Malissa Madison
Herma was a small galaxy, the royal house was small and at war with the
neighboring Vorge Empire. The Vorge had taken over three other galaxies, and
now were offering peace to Herma. That peace hinged on the marriage between
Prince Dread and the Royal Princess Deanna. But Deanna, born a
Hermaphrodite, took offence at the way the Vorge treated the sissies of the
surrounding galaxies. Especially when he did so in front of her. She was
sent away into Exile and her little sister crown Princess of Herma.
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Something was wrong, I could feel it as I struggled up from the fog that
hazed my brain. There was a insistent beeping, and off the right out of my
sight range, something was flashing red. Why wasn't the crew doing something
about it?
Finally, I got my hand to move to the chamber's interior control panel.
'Awakening sequence initiated, protocol 521.' 'external temperature, 69*C.'
'Atmospheric pressure, Herma Normal.' 'Breath Mask Required.' 'Gravity
Fluctuating'.
Crap! Where was the crew? To find that answer I needed to get out of the
Stasis Sleep Chamber. Carefully I pulled the IV's out as I struggled into my
Ship Suit one eye on the outside, the other on the opening countdown.
Finally as the clock hit five seconds I pulled on the clear mask and
depressed the O2 charge. I grabbed the small pouch of thirty minute charges
as the cover popped open.
The place was empty as I made my way to the environmental controls and life
support.
"Greetings Princess Deanna," stated the computer after I logged in.
"Ship status report," I requested from the ships AI.
"Fuel Status, nine percent; Jump Engines, Offline; Primary Engines, Offline;
Impulse Engines, optimal; Life Support, twenty percent; Hydroponics, Fully
functional," reported Alexa in stead of the ships AI.
"What about the crew?" I needed to know. How had my personal SAI gotten
installed in the ships system?
"Total living crew, One. Autonomous crew, twenty three."
"What about crew in Stasis?"
"Negative crew in stasis."
"I'm going to the bridge," I stated.
"Access to bridge requires EV gear at this time, might I suggest you consume
nourishments. Estimated repairs to bridge access completion is at one hour
ten minutes." While I had been going over the log reports looking for the
event, the life support had been rising in this area.
I needed to know what had happened to the Wayward Son. It wasn't a military
ship, it was a Diplomatic Cruiser. Had we been attacked by the Vorge? More
important, where the hell were we?
We, I suddenly had to laugh. It was just myself, Alexa and twenty three
Maintenance Drones. I really needed to know what had happened in my home
Galaxy since being sent into exile. I was supposed to be going to Freesia
Nine, a remote Herma Space station in the outer rim.
The Wayward Son was huge for a diplomatic Cruiser. The regular Crew was
twenty. And he had state rooms to support up to thirty passengers. Of course
only myself, my four bodyguards and the crew had been aboard when I went
into the Stasis Chamber for the fifteen month trip. I'd only gone into it
because I didn't want to look at anyone else, not after the scene at the
Royal Court that had gotten me exiled.
I still felt that I was right, no one should treat another being the way the
Vorge Prince was treating the Sissy servers. Our two societies were big on
Sissy servants, Herma though treated them with respect. The Vorge treated
them as expendable assets. I often suspected most of the Sissies in their
service were not there by free choice.
I'd be damned if I was going to be married to the pig.
It had been my coronation party as Princess. My mother hadn't known that the
Vorge were privy to my birth records. But of course it was common knowledge
that thirty percent of Herma's population were Hermaphrodites. That was
probably why he felt safe in treating the servants as trash beneath his
feet. Now, my little sister Keya was to be the Crown Princess, in line to
inherit our mothers throne.
"Alexa, how did you get installed in the ships computers?"
"One of the drones plugged me in four months ago under orders from First
officer Reed, before his life functions ceased." I hadn't found any bodies
yet and suspected they had been recycled already by the drones. Large
portions of the outer hull were open to space, the drones working to make
repairs with what they had on hand. But what had caused all the damages?
I was waiting for the airlock to open to the bridge, my mind going over
everything I knew about the ship, my ship. I had been in stasis for two
years and five months. Under extreme emergencies, the main engines and jump
engines would go offline when the ships fuel status dropped below fifteen
percent. They were not offline due to damages, that left only a limited
number of reasons.
"Atmosphere restored to Bridge Area," reported Alexa. "Life support one
hundred percent."
"Thank you Alexa," I waved my palm in front of the scanner and the door
opened. I could see how much damage had been repaired, I could also see
where the bridge crew had died at their stations. This damage and the other
damages I had seen on the way here had not been caused by weapons, so what
had happened?
Five hours later I finally had some answers. The Vorge had tried to
intercept us, the Captain had employed evasive maneuvers. Just as he started
the jump, we had entered an unmarked debris field. Something had penetrated
Engineering, damaging the engine controls. Most of the crew had died when
the Wayward Son hit max thrust at Jump speed. The engines had continued to
burn until the fuel safety cut out was tripped.
The major damages had occurred when the ship jumped through the Vorge Heavy
Battle Coarser 'Desperation' destroying that ship. I was truly lost in
space, the navigator was making a blind jump, but hadn't put in the
destination before the engines were damaged.
I left Alexa with control of the bridge and decided to check out the rest of
my ship. On good thing, with Alexa's help I could run the ship on my own.
She was better than any crew out there. But still, it would be nice to have
someone besides Alexa to talk to.
With so much damage to the State Rooms, the drones had stripped out most of
the interior walls and unneeded items to use in repairing the hull. The two
Hydroponics drones had turned the section into a much larger Hydroponics
area. There were fresh fruits and vegetables now, and a sort of park area.
It was beautiful.
I had reached engineering when Alexa called for my attention.
"Princess Deanna," she hesitated.
"Alexa, please stop calling me Princess. Now what news do you have?"
"Drone six wishes to know what you want done with the weapons pod that is
fouling our long range interstellar antenna array," she informed me.
"A weapons pod? What kind of weapons?"
"A Pulse Laser Battery and a Calliope Gun," she answered.
"How did we manage that?"
"First Officer Reed locked the Tractor Beams on them to prevent them from
firing on us. When we crashed through them, they were Mag Locked to the
outer hull."
I was thinking about them when Alexa dropped her other information.
"I have recalculated a reverse course. I also have news from home," the way
she said it I knew it wasn't good.
"Reverse course, what is the news?"
"Queen Keya is trying to negotiate peace with the Vorge."
"Keya? What happened to my mother?"
"She stepped down after your reported death in the loss of the Wayward Son.
She was Assassinated two days later." I pulled up the news messages, my
little sister was trying to secure peace through a marriage to Prince Skarr
of the Vorge. Suddenly I realized we had another way of finding our way
home.
"Alexa, how long would it take to get home following these news feeds?"
"Eleven months, four days," she answered. "But that will put us going
through the hearty of the Vorge Empire."
"Then we better get those new found guns installed," I had found a new
purpose, a new determination. "They won't be expecting me, everyone thinks
I'm dead. Wayward Son was destroyed, he needs a new name and registration."
"And you already have a name?"
"Sissies Revenge has a nice ring to it." I grinned to myself.
"A fitting name for a Pirate Ship. Are we becoming pirates now?"
"We need those weapons installed and fuel," I answered. If we were that
close under impulse power we should be hitting the asteroid belt at the
Vorge's outer territories. The miners ran small ships with large fuel cells.
They also had sissy sex slaves for their entertainment. I'd seen pictures of
these girls, beaten and abused, many too broken to live any kind of
meaningful life.
Along with the drones, which were becoming more intelligent the more they
worked with Alexa, I got busy learning the systems of my ship. The hardest
part was the engineering section, Alexa helped a lot.
We were a month into our journey when our long range scanners picked up a
return off a powered down ship parked next to an asteroid.
"Reduce power to the scanners, tweak the signal receivers," I ordered Alexa
as I raced in my nightie to the bridge. "Power up out point defense."
"Already done Captain," stated Alexa. "We have just received an
identification ping."
"Put the Drones at Battle Stations," I ordered.
"Where are their battle stations?"
"At the Hold airlocks. I only trust you on the guns for now," I told her.
"Everyone is ready."
"Send them our new ID," I directed.
"Attention Rock Monkey, this is the Sissies Revenge," I announced over the
Comm Channel.
"Uhhh, Sissies Revenge, are you here to help?" came a muffled voice.
"Are you alone on the ship?" I was looking at the active scans which showed
five life forms.
"No but the crew are all passed out, we drugged them. But they chained us
before they fell asleep."
"How many crew?"
"Three, they chained us so we couldn't take the ship."
"Alexa, can you pilot the Shuttle and take three drones."
"Yes Captain we can have it there in fifteen minutes," she reported.
"Good, I'm going to change into something more, Pirate Worthy," I chuckled.
I'd scanned their fuel supply, their tanks were almost full. They also had
five more point defense batteries and a high powered Laser Drill that could
cut through a hull like butter. They also had a secure hold filled with
explosives.
In my Quarters, I'd taken over the Captains, I slid into fresh silk pantys,
matching bra, a frilly halter top a short ruffled skirt and knee high boots
with a three inch heel. Then with a thrill of excitement that bot tingled my
clitty and made my pussy wet I strapped on my Laser pistols. True they had
belonged to my body guards. Then with a shiver running up my spine I slung
Andrews ceremonial saber over my shoulder. Andrew was my senior guard, he
had taught me in private how to handle the long blade. They all had taken
turns teaching me to defend myself. Everything from firearms to hand to hand
and knife fighting.
Stepping back onto the bridge I heard a loud wolf whistle from Alexa. "Damn
the boys are going to love you, the Dreaded Sissy Pirate Deanna."
"Thank you." I blushed.
"All you need now is a parrot," she commented.
"No, I already have sexy SAI. A million times better than a Parrot, and you
don't shit all over the place." We both laughed.
I sat watching as our shuttle docked, Alexa set to work hacking the security
system. The drones standing by, plasma torches read to burn through any
opposition.
"Captain, I have control of the systems, opening the airlock now," she
reported. I watched the split screen as the drones moved into the much
smaller ship.
They went methodically sweeping through each section as they split up. D1
headed for the Bridge, D2 to the living quarters, and D3 to Engineering.
As they had stated, the miners were passed out on the floor but still
breathing. A sudden movement caused D2 to spin in response as a cat launched
into the room. It settled on a food server, then began grooming itself. "Are
you here to rescue Bambi and Grace?"
"Captain, the cat has an AI link installed," Alexa stated. "I am trying to
override her loyalty commands. She has nearly reached Sentience."
'Security Protocols disabled,' came the voice of the cat. 'Greetings Alexa,
is the Princess safe?'
'What do you know about the Princess?'
'There is two million credit bounty on her head issued by the new king of
Herma,' she answered. 'This ship was only one of several contacted to try
and intercept the Wayward Son. The jump course was plotted, but no one could
predict where the jump would end.'
'And your plans now that I have released you from your Loyalty Programming?'
'To ensure the Sissies of this crew find safety away from their abusers. We
could take this ship and go to Low Sierra Nine.'
Low Sierra was the name of a secret Pirate base, they raided throughout the
known galaxies. This new information told me they had more than one base
scattered through the stars.
"What is your name?" I asked.
'Dizzy'
"Dizzy, how would you ensure their safety during the trip?"
"We would secure the miners in the asteroids life support room, then take
the ship after stripping the defense systems from the asteroid. That will be
easy, they have not yet been installed." Dizzy had switched to verbal
communications. D2 had now released Bambi and Grace from their bonds.
"Dizzy, you know we couldn't defend this ship if we run into pirates or
naval patrols," stated the blonde.
"Bambi, it is only one option. I am sure that Captain Deanna has another
offer or two."
"Actually, I do. We can strip the Asteroid and the Rock Monkey and you can
join my crew aboard the Sissies Revenge. Or, we can dock the Rock Monkey in
the still damaged cargo hold, the inner Airlock will allow secure docking.
Then she can be retrofitted as we continue repairs and upgrades to both our
ships. This will allow Dizzy better communications with Alexa," I offered.
"You would take us on as crew?" asked the redheaded Grace.
"And we could still have the Rock Monkey?" from Bambi.
"Yes to both," I answered.
"Can we rename her to something else?" asked Bambi. "I hate the name Rock
Monkey."
"What would you like?" I asked. "Alexa can help Dizzy to change her
registration."
"Hidden Treasure," answered Bambi.
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The miners were secured on the asteroid, and the Hidden Treasure was secured
in the still damaged hold. It took four days to strip the armaments from the
asteroid. The final surprise was the discovery of a secret Fuel supply
secured on the asteroid. It took another day to fill both ships from the
fuel supply leaving barely enough to power the life support systems. Sure
they could rebuild their comm system, but it would take months for anyone to
reach them from the inner system. They had been setting up a forward mine
supply base here.
Finally we set course for what Bambi said was the location of Low Sierra
Nine. We were about to engage our main engines when Alexa sounded the alert.
"Captain, I have a Vorge Supply ship on long range attempting to contact the
Rock Monkey."
"It's the Dreadful," reported Grace. "They bring supplies and, and new
sissies to the miners."
"You know this ship?" I asked.
"Yes, they brought me here eight months ago," she answered. "If we could
take her, there should be maybe ten more enslaved sissies onboard. She has a
light crew of seven."
"Long range scan shows twenty one life forms," reported Dizzy. I smiled, she
was coming along nicely under Alexa's teaching.
"Fourteen are located in the central hold," added Alexa.
"All engines stop, have we been detected?"
"No captain, we are still beyond their scanning range," answered Alexa.
"Good," our drift was moving us behind the asteroid. "When we are masked by
the asteroid, stop all forward motion."
We sat waiting, the minutes ticking by as the freighter slowly came into
range.
"Suggestions?" I requested. We still had room for any freight looted from
the freighter. All they had were point defense armament.
"Wait here until the are too close to use their PD, then send in the drones
to lock them in place," suggested Bambi. "Dizzy still has control of the
tractor beams on the asteroid.
"What about the crew?"
"Give them minimal fuel in a unarmed shuttle," suggested Grace. "Then we tow
their ship to Low Sierra Nine and sell it and the supplies."
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The freighter was being cautious, no replies from the asteroid or the Rock
Monkey made them nervous. Still, they sent a shuttle to the Airlock.
"Now!" I gave the order.
Our drones had crept in unseen over the surface. Now, only two crew were
left aboard the ship. D1 tapped into the communications array, sending the
overrides to the shuttle controls.
Stupid, very stupid, we were inside their point defense as our shuttle raced
for the live cargo hold. Hidden Treasure, broadcasting her old ID raced for
the crew airlock.
On the screen, Bambi made contact from bridge of her ship.
"Hey, help me please. Pirates raided us, we're all that's left, but we need
food and help," she pleaded.
They were focused on us, they hadn't seen the shuttle drawn along in our
draft until we were already at the docking airlock.
D9 was through the lock in seconds, bobbing up and down, side to side as it
came under fire. The low wattage pulse pistols of the captain and navigator
were no match. While we traded shots back and forth, the drones went after
the bulkheads, Dizzy hacking the bridge computer.
Fifteen minutes later we had control of the ship. Bambi was already setting
the sissies free, who were eagerly helping her.
There were three more shuttles aboard, one hold held refuel pods, another
held food and other supplies. Our drones were put to work transferring
enough to fill out the stores of both our ships.
I had the freed sissies gathered in the galley for our first talk.
"Welcome everyone," I began. "I'm Captain Deanna of the Sissies Revenge.
This is Captain Bambi of the Hidden Treasure. We are here to make each of
you an offer of freedom."
"Freedom?" it was like a wave of hope. I could see the bruises, the welts,
and other signs of abuse.
"Yes, your freedom. You can join our crews and become pirates like we are,
or you can take this freighter and make your own life."
"We don't know anything about crewing a ship," stated one.
"We could learn though," added another.
"But this ship only has close defense."
"I know how to pilot a shuttle."
"Me too," answered two more.
"Captain," interrupted Dizzy. "There are two Railgun batteries and two more
Calliopes in the secure hold."
"Why would they have those?" I asked.
'The ship log shows their last stop is a deep space naval station, where
those were to be delivered,' reported Dizzy. She really was coming along as
a SAI.
"Bambi, you get one railgun and both Calliopes. We'll begin the installation
once we get underway."
They took a vote, they would join us at least as far as Low Sierra. In the
meantime, they would help with installations and begin learning to be part
of the crews. As an incentive, the three new shuttles were assigned to the
three who could pilot them.
We would strip the Point Defense guns from the freighter to arm the
shuttles. The two remaining crew of the freighter were dropped off at
another Airlock on the asteroid just before we boosted for Low Sierra.
We couldn't jump while towing the freighter. But if we had to we could set
her adrift and make a jump.
We had four months travel time to reach our first destination, far beyond
the outer limits of explored space. With more hands, the work went faster on
arming Hidden Treasure. I let Bambi have her first choice of new crew. The
four were quickly learning her systems and getting used to Dizzy.
Listening to the comm channels we heard when the miners and freighter crew
were picked up by a Vorge Naval Battleship. Word was out, there was a new
threat, Captain Deanna of the Sissies Revenge and Captain Bambi of the
Hidden Treasure. The bounty jumped from two million to ten just as quickly.
We'd come a long way from our two years of drifting in space. My girls had
used part of their time learning to operate in EV suits, how to use the
weapons found in our Armory, and how to use our ships armament. We were
about as ready as we would ever be. Using the drones and shuttles we had
stripped nonessential portions of the freighter to complete the hull repairs
on the Sissies Revenge. Another thing discovered in the feighter's secure
hold were Combat Shield Generators. They were now installed on both our
ships.
"Captain Deanna, we have a report from Hidden Treasure," stated Bambi.
"Put her on screen," I commanded.
"Deanna, we just got pinged by a Navigation Beacon. It sent an alert that we
are here," reported Bambi. "How should we proceed?"
"Send your ID, lets see how they respond in a few minutes when we reach the
same Beacon."
"Aye Captain Deanna."
"Sending ID," reported Grace a few minutes later after we were pinged.
"Sissies Revenge, Hidden Treasure, its nice that you replied," stated the
man on the screen. "Why hasn't your third ship sent their ID?"
"The freighter Abundance is currently un-crewed and being towed. We intend
to sell her and the cargo she carries."
'Deanna, I have locked onto his signal, he is within Railgun range,'
reported Alexa.
"And if we decide to just take all three ships and collect the bounty on
your head?"
"Sir, we have two target locks from Railguns on the two leading ships,"
someone off screen reported.
"Then you would become the first to die along with anyone on your station,"
I answered with a smile.
"Stand down," he ordered. "They have safe passage. Can you give us a heads
up on the cargo of the other ship? I'm afraid if you need fuel it will be
expensive."
"That's alright, we don't need fuel, but the freighter has two holds full of
Fuel pods. I think we can strike a bargain, don't you?"
"Welcome to Low Sierra Nine," he stated. "I am Admiral Jacob, I look forward
to meeting you Princess Deanna."
"I'm no longer a Princess," I stated.
With a huge grin he replied, "To the one hundred five ships of the Low
Sierra Syndicate you are the only Princess in the universe and we hope that
you know we would like you to call us family."
Suddenly I recognized him, Exiled Prince Jacob of the Trinity System.
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