Generations of Teelan Box Set

by G. E. Stills

  This was the ship the woman and her boyfriend had been captured in. Naa’dia sealed the door then going to the front, took a seat in one of the pilot chairs. She tuned into a private frequency and listened.

  “Hello, Sue’lean,” a male voice said. “Are you ready to start your mission?”

  “Sue’lean no longer exists. Naa’dia has taken her place, but yes I am ready.”

  “Good. Relax. Try to sleep. We will arrive at your drop off point in a few days. You will not be allowed to exit the craft. There are human foods onboard which you’ve acclimated to.”

  “Yes, sir.” After her answer, there was silence.

  ***

  Naa’dia spent her time viewing and listening to human audio and video recordings, eating and sleeping. Some of the recordings she had played before, some she had not. Naa’dia accustomed herself more to her new human guise. She practiced thinking and acting human.

  The communications unit crackled to life. “We have arrived,” the voice stated.

  “Understood,” she answered.

  The craft shuddered slightly when mechanical arms attached themselves to the outer hull. Naa’dia sat in the pilot seat and watched the landing bay slide past through the view screen. Soon the blackness of space replaced the well-lighted bay. The arms released and imparted a gentle nudge to cause her ship to drift away from the battle-cruiser. When she reached a determined distance, the cruisers engines flashed into life. It surged away. She started her own engines briefly to make certain they would work and then shut them down again.

  “May your mission be successful. We will be expecting to hear from you,” the male voice said.

  “Thank you. I don’t know how soon I’ll contact you, but I will,” she returned.

  Naa’dia waited until the cruiser left the system before igniting her engines. She entered coordinates and calculations into the computer and relaxed back in her cushioned seat. While she watched her ship blur through space, she thought of her mission. Her race, the Men-gar race was old, eons old. She knew little about the original planet they had started life on. It no longer even existed. She did know from history that at one time there had been another race there. She didn’t even know what that race was called. She knew her ancestors and that race had been fierce competitors for the resources there and for superiority. The struggle ended with the extermination of the competitive race.

  The ruling class that rose on that original planet was still in power today. They remained in power by ruthless elimination of any hint of competition. When her race spread to space, they took the same philosophy with them. Any civilization they encountered, they crushed then dominated or exterminated. They ruled the universe and that was how it was going to remain.

  Naa’dia stood up from her chair, made certain the ship was still on course, and went to the galley for something to drink. She was still deep in thought when she returned. She had heard over the years there had been a few dissenters that fled the empire to places unknown. Naa’dia didn’t know if this was true or not. She didn’t care. She was not of the ruling class and it was not her concern. Her sole purpose in life was to assure her Men-gar race continued to dominate every civilization they encountered by exterminating any race they came across that showed signs of intelligence. Doing this had worked for eons and she had no reason to believe it would not be successful for the eons to come.

  She glanced down at her new body. The idea had worked until they encountered humans. Owing to her unique situation and mission, she had been allowed to study archived history. Millions of years ago, the Men-gar had discovered the rudiments of intelligence on Earth. It had been exterminated, at least that was the thought at the time. How could a race in a few short millions of years develop so much? Not only had they developed space travel, but for the first time ever in her race’s memory, the humans had turned back her race and repelled the attempt to eliminate them.

  The humans were challenging them in other places. On other planets and they were winning. They were accumulating allies. This could not be allowed to continue. Should the humans continue unchecked, the future for her race looked grim.

  How is that even possible? We are the superior race. Naa’dia glanced around at the technology of her human craft. In many ways, it was more advanced than anything her race had. And this is a civilian ship, she reminded herself. If this is available to civilians, what does a military craft contain? There have been advances in Men-gar technology, but in comparison to this and in the short time in which it has been accomplished our race’s technology is stagnate.

  Her sharing of the human woman’s knowledge raised more questions than it answered. The woman, Naa’dia had never learned her name, had been an anthropologist. Her companion, boyfriend, a scientist skilled at advancing civilizations quickly. When captured, they were on route to a new planet discovered to have a rudimentary intelligent race.

  From what she had learned from the woman, Earth had a number of planet-side factories and even a few space factories. These factories were incapable of producing the technologically advanced fleets of human warships they had encountered. Earth did not even have the manufacturing capability to produce a sufficient number of ships to defend itself let alone the vast numbers of military ships that existed in the human fleet.

  During the probe, the word Teelan cropped up often. Through extensive probing, they determined it was a world, but the woman did not know anything about it or even its location. Or at least the mind probe was unable to ferret out the information. So many unknowns, Naa’dia sighed in expiration.

  That is my mission. One is to sabotage as much of Earth’s production capacity as possible, but the main objective is to learn about this Teelan.

  She reached forward and adjusted controls bringing the ship to a stop. Although it was fully capable of flying itself, she did not trust the unfamiliar technology to maintain her course while she slept.

  Two more days until I reach the Constiga system.

  Naa’dia went to her cabin, crawled into the comfortable bed and donned a set of headphones. The program that filled her ears provided both further insight on humans and entertainment which she was learning to enjoy. Eventually she fell into slumber.

  ***

  Naa’dia brought her ship to a halt behind Constiga’s moon. Slowly she advanced until the instruments on the ship were able to focus on the planet. She began studying the maps as they scrolled up on the screen in front of her. She located the human community. The only one on the planet. Further magnification showed it was small and yet large enough that not everyone would know everyone else. There was a spaceport and she monitored the comings and goings of the ships landing there.

  The woman and man sent out a mayday stating they were under attack. I can’t just fly into Earth space with a ship of this description and hull number. It would raise too much suspicion. When the authorities boarded how would I explain my possession of this ship and the disappearance of the owners? How would I explain who I was? No, my superiors and I are in agreement. This may be a roundabout way to reach Earth, but it is much more likely to succeed.

  She dialed in further magnification. Even though this was a small human spaceport, security was present and from appearances, efficient. She had little doubt she would be able to pass through inspection, but the contents of her bag would never pass screening.

  Naa’dia watched and observed. She shifted her attention from the commercial area to the private section. Private vessels were not subjected to near the screening. A plan took shape in her mind. She would need to get a ride on a private ship she decided.

  Okay next thing is to get down on the planet and ditch this ship. Being a new settlement there were no space satellites or other provisions to monitor the comings and goings of ships. When the human community was on the other side of the planet she surged forward and in a short time dropped into the atmosphere on the dark side. At an al
titude barely above treetop level, she drew closer to the human settlement. Naa’dia spotted the lake she was searching for and brought her craft to hover over it. She brought the ship down to float on the water and opened both the exit ramp and the decompression chamber. While the ship filled with water and settled deeper, Naa’dia undressed placing her clothes in her waterproof bag. She slipped into the water, swam to shore and as she dressed again, watched the ship slowly sink from sight.

  Naa’dia shouldered her bag and set off on the ten-kilometer hike to the human settlement. Nearing the outskirts, she stopped and observed. She recognized one of the buildings as a hotel and strolled to it. She checked in using money obtained from the couple and went to her room. The next day she stood in the background to begin her spaceport observation. Naa’dia never stayed in one location for a long time to avoid suspicion.

  On the second day of observation, she watched a private spaceship arrive with interest. It looked to meet all of her needs. A young couple de-boarded and she followed them. To her delight, they checked into the same hotel. She waited and followed them discretely to the bar downstairs. While pretending to be paying attention to a newscast, she eavesdropped on the couple’s conversation.

  She was amazed at how much she could learn just by paying astute attention to overheard conversations. She learned the couples names were Felis and Molly. That they were coming from the planet Ormel and were headed for Earth. More than once, she caught Felis studying her appreciatively. To add to his interest, she allowed her skirt to rise ever higher.

  Later in the day when they were all eating supper, she introduced herself by saying she had overheard they had been at Ormel and that her family lived there. She fed them a sob story about being stranded on this mud ball by a disgruntled boyfriend. One thing led to another and the couple invited her to catch a ride with them when they left the next day.

  The looks Felis gave her, undressing her with his eyes, made her very aware of what the cost of her ride would be. That’s fine by me. To her surprise, when Felis was looking away, Molly checked her out. She checked Molly out in return. And you will be fine too.

  Getting her bag on the ship was unbelievably easy. The only thing required was for her to carry it. The Comfort rose into space and by late afternoon had left the Constiga system.

  ***

  Naa’dia lay in bed reflecting on the last week. She was amazed at how productive it had been. These humans had grown to trust her. Careful observation of and listening to, the couple was very informative. She knew much about the operation of the ship. To her consternation, neither of them talked about Teelan, although she could sense that they knew more than they would share. She had not dared bring up the subject herself.

  She knew much about her companions. Felis was the owner of a large weapons production cooperation. Molly initially married him for his money and he was aware of it. She had since grown, if not to love him, at least to enjoy his company and friendship. She had learned from each separately they liked to have sex with other partners. From the looks she cast, Naa’dia was not surprised to find that Molly preferred women. In return, she had told them a made up story of her own life.

  Still deep in thought, Naa’dia glanced up as hallway light spilled into the room when her cabin door opened. I’ve been waiting for this to happen. So which one is it? she wondered and a smile stretched her thick red lips.

  “Care for some company?” Felis asked.

  “Company?” she asked back. “Or...”

  Felis stole from the room hours later leaving time for him to shower and dress before relieving Molly at the ship controls.

  “Okay that’s one,” Naa’dia whispered into the darkness after he had gone.

  A couple days later Molly joined her. As the weeks passed, having a visitor every couple of days became the norm. Using the knowledge she had gained from the dead human woman, Naa’dia responded to the sexual interludes as expected. She even faked orgasms.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Naa’dia squirmed out of his embrace and kicked the remaining sheet from her feet causing it to crumple on the floor. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said. “I smell of sex.” She wrinkled her nose, smiled, then rolled from the bed and padded across the room. She could feel Felis’s gaze all over her naked backside and swayed her hips slightly to retain his interest.

  “As well you should. You’re magnificent in bed. A tigress. I’m surprised I can even move.” He chuckled.

  Those are the same words your wife used a few hours ago when I did her in the storeroom.

  Aloud she said, “You should get dressed and go spell Molly. She’s no doubt ready for a break from watching the controls.”

  “Ah she just went up to the bridge. She’ll be alright.”

  “Whatever.” Naa’dia shrugged her shoulders. She stepped into the bath and started the shower. We will reach Earth space in a few days, that’s what you said, Felis. Time to put my plan in motion.

  Standing under the warm spray, she was not surprised when moments later the door opened and Felis joined her. He slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Lifting the bottle of body wash from its tray, he filled his hand and began lathering her. Of course playing much attention to soaping her breasts and her vagina. Naa’dia closed her eyes and settled back against his chest. She let him caress and scrub her. She had learned to enjoy the touch of human hands.

  “Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?” he asked.

  “I believe you mentioned it, but then we were coupled and I contributed your words to the heat of the moment.” Her lips stretched into a grin.

  “Yes, well we aren’t engaged right now. Not yet and you are.”

  Turning to face him, she forced him back against the shower wall and pulled his hands above his head. She held them there with one hand. With her other hand, she reached back and shut off the spray of water.

  Felis cocked an eyebrow. “So we’re done showering?” he asked.

  “You’ll see.” Leaning in she fitted her lips to his mouth savoring his taste. Naa’dia traced a fingernail over the upper curvature of her left butt cheek. A flap of skin curled back revealing a small storage space imbedded there. She removed an inch square object from within and palmed it. With the back of her hand, Naa’dia smoothed the flap back into place. Not a trace of the hidden compartment was visible.

  Felis’s groan of pleasure was barely audible in her mouth when she caressed the back of her hand from his neck and down to his groin. Naa’dia pressed a tiny button on the plastic like square. The object lengthened forming a handle. Pressing another button caused it to hum to life.

  Naa’dia leaned back while still leaving her lips pressed to his. Her mouth muffled his scream of agony when she plunged the electrified tip of the vibro-knife into his belly. She cleaved upward opening him from groin to neck. The knife blade, sharp enough to cut through metal, slashed through chest bone as if it were no more than butter.

  She broke their kiss stepping back further. His mouth formed a scream of anguish, but no sound issued from it. His vocal cords had been severed. His eyes twitched wildly nearly bugging from their sockets. Naa’dia reached up with her free hand and used both of hers to spread his arms wide. Her fingers curled into his and pulled him from his feet. Each pulse of his wildly racing heart sent out a crimson spray to bath her.

  His futile kicking soon slowed as Felis weakened from the massive loss of blood. With a finale spasm he sagged, only her hands held him up. His bulged eyes narrowed, becoming fixed and dilated with the glazed stare of death. Naa’dia released her grip letting his body crumple to the stall floor. For a few minutes, she stood reveling in the feel of the sticky red liquid that coated her entire front.

  With a sigh of regret, she turned once more, opened the water faucet and rinsed. Removing the pulsation showerhead, she washed down the walls of the stall removing the splatters of blood. Le
aving his body on the floor, Naa’dia stepped out and calmly toweled dry then replaced the collapsed knife in her butt cheek compartment.

  She picked up her discarded clothes, opened the cabin door a crack and peeked out into the short hallway. To the left, the hall opened to the bridge. Listening carefully, she heard Molly stir there. Naa’dia dashed across the aisle into her own room. With her door closed safely, she tossed her clothes on the bed. Naa’dia slipped on a loose red and white layered skirt. The elastic waistband hugged her waist. Next, she shrugged a loose white blouse over her head. For a moment, she considered shoes, but discarded the idea. Lastly, she spayed on cologne

  “Even though I showered it wouldn’t do for Molly to smell blood on me.” She chuckled. “Especially her husband’s.”

  Entering the hall, Naa’dia raised her voice. “Molly?”

  “Here, Naa’dia,” Molly answered and raised her hand over the seat back to show her location.

  “Care for some company?”

  “Sure.”

  “I’m going stop in the galley and get a drink,” Naa’dia said as she sauntered quietly down the hall. “Can I get you anything?”

  “A diet soda would be nice.”

  “Diet soda coming up. I’ll be there in a sec.”

  Naa’dia stopped at the galley and poured each of them a drink. When she entered the bridge, she handed Molly her drink and took a sip of her own before setting it into a cup holder. Molly took a drink and placed hers down also. Naa’dia leaned down and pressed her lips to Molly’s.

  Molly pushed her away in panic. “Don’t. Felis might see.”

  “I don’t think so. When I came down the hall just now I heard shower water running.”

  “Still––”

  “Don’t you like it when we kiss?” Naa’dia puckered her lower lip.