Tramp Wars: The Enemy

by Larry Roberts

  She caught up with the group as several civilians found them. Mark going out of his way to hug them as he told them about the details of him becoming an officer without making much sense, to his friends’ amusement. She recognized Tom, one of Marks friends she had seen with him after the accident as they talked for a few minutes with the Ensigns and Cindy trying to steal the show but Mark insisting that they go with his friends this time as his friend helped demanding they go with them. They all took off making a beeline across the hold toward tramp town. She followed them up to what she found out to be his shop/ clubhouse where she had met his parent’s hours before.

  The front of the container housed the shop section. Though all the heavy equipment had been moved to their new cargo box next to that one. With a narrow passageway leading from the little workshop to the club house with fold out couches lining both sides and a full width video screen on the end bulkhead with game Sim platforms in front of it. A couple of stuffed chairs with lockers sat against the partition to the front. A pool table and foosball table was stored up out of the way on the overhead on cables and pulley’s. As she slowly worked her way back into the clubhouse section she could see several ensigns standing in front of the screen with a couple of Mark’s friends battling space pirates through a Starship. First person views of what each was seeing in their helmets were boxed on the huge screen showing the battle field as they moved and gyrated on their little platforms holding real looking plastic weapons.

  Mark sat on the far end of the couch on the left with Cindy practically laying on top of him, her boobs barely covered by her bra with her blouse unfastened down the front and a drink in one hand. The ensign’s egging him to drink more. She finely found an empty chair along the lockers across the short dividing partition to the front of the container in the corner across from the passageway, with Mark some 12 feet across from her. She watched the game make fools out of the drunk players that spent more time drinking as they commented on how stupid each of the others played than playing. Though none of them played any better than the rest.

  Cindy finely noticed Diane and grinned down the container at her then kissed Mark sloppily on the mouth as she pulled one of her breasts out of her bra placing one of Marks hands on it rubbing it around her nipple. "You want some of this Mr.? Do you want more?" she placed her boob into Mark's mouth. Her smile reaching from ear to ear as she stared at Dian. “Bite my nipple babe.”

  “What the hell you doing here bitch. This is an Ensign only club. Private.” An ensign staggered up to her. “Get out before I make you unless you want to stay as my guest.” He had made several passes at her earlier and had been rebuffed. The last time rather rudely. He was now enjoying himself at the thought of getting payback.

  Mark looked over starring at her for a few seconds across Cindy’s boob.

  “Come on little girl. Don’t make me get physical with you. Cindy doesn’t want you here.” He reached down and grabbed Dian’s arm.

  Mark pushed Cindy off his lap stretching her boob as it clung to his mouth before flopping back at her. Cindy fell to the deck and then Mark reached out using her boobs (since they were so handy) to pull himself forward dragging her other boob out of her bra as he stood up. Leaning forward holding onto the pool table hanging above them he looking around at Dian trying to focus as he took a step towered her. “Take your…!” The guys around her starred at Cindy’s boobs hanging out. Smiles growing as someone whistled. Cindy got up onto her knees, pulling her bra back over her breasts with some effort after several try's. The bra forming a large bowl between them instead of pushing them together. “What the hell do you think you are doing Rookie? You aren’t going anywhere until I am done having fun with you.” Placing her hands on his shoulders dragging him back then pushing him down into the couch where he had been sitting before.

  Diane watched Mark push back trying to get up as he turned green. His face turning strangely desperate. A look she remembered well as she smiled. Dian stood, pushed the drunk ensign telling her to leave backward to fall across the arm of a large chair and into the lap of one of the ensigns spilling his almost full beer over the two of them.

  Mark’s shoulders and stomach seamed to convulse as he tried to get up only to have Cindy push back harder as she knelt in front of him bending in to kiss him again glancing around to make sure Dian was looking. Mark finally threw up the booze and junk food he had had that night all over Cindy’s face into her open mouth and down her chest filling the bowl between her breasts and down the front of her loosely fastened kakis.

  Diane smiled as Cindy sat back on her butt leaning as far back as she could now trying to get as far away from Mark as possible as a shocked look filled her face. Spitting out the puke she opened her mouth wide again to take a shocked breath as Mark puked another projectile load all over her face, filling her mouth then down to finish filling the bowl between her breasts and down across her uniform and lap between her spread legs. Looking down at the mess covering her front and the full bowl of puke between her breasts as she repeatedly spit out the puke, trying to breathe while sputtering.

  Finally able to take a full breath, she started screaming as she tore off her blouse, reached around behind her back undoing her bra latch as she shrugging out of her bra letting it and the bowl full of puke drop down the front of her to the deck followed by her uniform pants as she jumped up, stepped back and danced out of them. Grabbing a rag laying to the side of the couch she started wiping the mess off of her front leaving dirty grease marks all over her boobs and belly with the smeared stinking puke as she continued to scream. Wiping puke down into her panties she ripped them off. Then grabbing a nearby drink she dumped it down her front to wash off the worst then cleaning some more with the dirty rag leaving even more streaks as her whole body shook. Tears cascading down her cheeks. Curses about Mark’s attributes and lineage flew from her mouth as she turned to scream at everyone around the container. Her boobs swung back and forth flinging beer soaked vomit as she tried to make up her mind who she was going to scream at. She grabbed another beer and dumped it down her front again. This time she used her hands with the beer to wash her boobs and down between her legs repeatedly screaming the whole time as she gyrated around trying to get every drop off, the beer foaming up with each splash across her naked body.

  Mark just sat their starring at her huge flopping boobs as she jabbed at herself trying to clean them and her chest and belly and pussy mound and down her legs as she bent over showing everyone both moons. His eyes as big as gulf balls as he swayed back and forth trying to stay upright as he wiped his lips with his sleeve starring at her gyrating body and flopping boobs, then down between her legs as she plopped her foot up on the couches arm next to Mark and spreading her legs trying to clean between and inside of her thighs and down her legs.

  Cindy finely cleaned as much as she could standing in front of Mark, naked except for her head band. She finely noticed the Ensigns around her, drooling as they grinned from ear to ear at her naked body. .Screaming again she tried to cover herself with the rag then ran out of the Cargo Container.

  “Wow!” Said Ensign Reeves. “You know how to end a party Mr. Collins. I don’t think Cindy or any of us are going to forget this one for a long time. I know I won’t. Welcome to the Club Mark. See you tomorrow morning in the officer’s mess. We will see if you can keep breakfast down.” He saluted sloppily and grabbed the ensign that Dian had pushed into the chair and walked out with Trixie helping him.

  The clubhouse was soon empty of everyone except Steve, Tom, Dick, Jolleen, Peter, Dian and Mark. The smelly mess making both Tom and Dick gag. Going over to Mark Diane helped Mark to his feet and around the mess of vomit soaked uniform laying on the deck heading for the small passageway. Smiling at Tom and Dick still standing, helmets half off with their toy ray guns in hands, shocked looks still on their faces as they continued to gag. Turning to Jolleen, and Peter sitting in the corner with big smiles. “You gals can make sure those two clean up the mess whe
n they get done adding to it before you all leave.” Looking around at the other much younger Club member sitting with tears running down his cheeks wondering if he was over 18 and could legally drink she shook her head and turned to leave. Steve took Marks other side to keep him from falling as they left the clubhouse section and walked into the workshop.

  The young boy followed and stopped them. Wiping the tears away. “Mark, it is my fault Criss died not yours.” Looking down at the deck he wiped his nose on his sleeve. “The Captain said the boots you gave Criss were too big so the brakes did no work properly.” Fighting down the tears as his voice choked. “I… Criss’s feet hurt after you put the insoles in the boots and tightened them down. I took the fasteners loose.” He started bawling. “I didn’t know they had to be tight to work. I’m sorry.” The boy ran out of the shop crying.

  Mark looked after the boy and started after him. “Dick. No. Dick it’s Ok. It’s still my fault not yours.” Mark tripped landing against the work counter and sliding down to the deck. Dragging himself up, he staggered across the deck and simply fell over as he outran his feet.

  “Mark stop; you’re too drunk to go chasing after anyone.” Dian bent down to Mark trying to keep him from getting back up by himself.

  “No I have to go after him before he does something stupid like killing himself.” Mark’s slurred voice was unintelligible but they heard every word clearly as Mickey used negative sound waves to silence Mark’s real voice while superimposing clear speech for the others to hear without them realizing it.

  Jolleen was suddenly beside Mark pushing him down. “Stay put. I will go after him and make sure he is OK.” Looking at Dian. “Just get him to bed before he hurts himself.” Heading for the shop’s hatch. “I just hope I can find the bugger before he does something stupid.”

  Mark’s voice followed her out the hatch. “He is headed for the open cargo hatch ramp. Hurry! Don’t let him near the edge.”

  Dian and Steve did not hear a word as Jolleen ran out of the shop as they dragged Mark up and headed out, half guiding and half carrying Mark to his dorm. Not even stopping at his cabin they undressed then threw him in the shower to clean him up. Dian sending Steve back to his Cabin to get towels as she stripped so she could help him without getting her cloths wet. Steve watching bug eyed when he returned as the shower was too small to leave the door closed through it all. And then back to his cabin to put him to bed. Leaving his glasses on when they did not want to come off easily. Then turning down Steve’s babbling drunken advances, Dian pushed him into his new cabin next to Marks. His name on the door already.

  Dian dressed then headed for her families cabin after checking on Mark again with a smile as she looked into his face. With his glasses he was just so damn hansom. Fighting the hormones and the erg to crawl into bed with him she kissed his cheek and then lips, lingering for a good 15 minutes cuddling and kissing on him before she closed the door and started the 70 deck trek to her parents cabin passing a group of Marines and deck hands waiting in the passageway in front of the new Officer Country. At the elevator the first group of pissed half and mostly drunk ensigns staggered into the passageway. The drunk naked ensign with a blanket over her in the middle screaming at them all to get out of her way between curses at the Captain for kicking her out of her cabin.

  Dian got into the elevator and smiled. Steve had told her what Mark had done to his fellow officers with excitement about the future parties and how much better things would be. Not only for him and the other ensigns, (which was his biggest concern) but the families and their kids as well. Which she fully understood, making her gush with love for her new ensign.

  Maybe if Mark could make such a big difference in such a short time maybe she could. Maybe she would take them up on the ships offer to become a commissioned officer so she could take the courses to become a full fledge doctor. She had been thinking about it for several years having wanted to become a doctor since she could remember with Doctor Well's asking her repeatedly to sign on to become an Officer and do just that. But she had not liked the fact that she had to become an officer and wedded to this ship. Something in her wanted off that damn ship but she could not figure out what it was or why. She knew the ship had to split into a new ship eventually but that just was not good enough. She wanted different people and not all the same familiar faces. Truth be told, she found herself dreaming of houses all by themselves on planets where the sun warmed you and plants grew in something besides pots in the passageways and food growing compartments. Where life was not a constant fight for survival with death just on the other side of a bulkhead and you didn’t have to spend 9 minutes twice a week wondering if this time the ship was going to become just another crater in the ground during lift off and landing.

  Now after being treated like dirt by those stupid Ensigns, she realized that it would not take long for her to make lieutenant and tell those stupid assholes what and when. As well as never letting them push her out of Mark’s life again. She would do anything to be with him, even stay on this crowded ship seconds from death. As she walked down the passageway toward her family’s cabin, she smiled at the thought of seeing Mark first thing in the morning and telling him she was going to be a Doctor. Though she was going to have to bring some mouth wash along for his breath after a night like this.

  Saying good night to her father still waiting up for her after giving him a brief description of what had happened. Giving him a big hug as she excitedly told him she was going to take Doctor Wells suggestion and become an officer so she could become a Doctor and that she was moving out the next day, she entered her bedroom. Too excited and full of love to notice the worried concerned look on her father’s face. Pulling the covers up on her middle sister and tucking her in, she pushed her youngest sister (hanging half over the top bunk bed rail) back up into her upper bunk, tucked her in and fastened her safety web then crawled into her own bunk across the narrow isle of the small bedroom to listen to the snoring of her brothers in the next bedroom as her father headed for bed. She then realized that as an ensign, she really did not need to move in with Mark but she could not even think of living alone without him after the job her hormones had done to her over the last two days. Beside the idea of living alone by herself after living with a family of 8 in a 3 bedroom 500 square foot Cabin her whole life terrified her. Smiling as her body started aching for Mark as her hormones continued to do a number on her body and mind. Starting the process of turning her into an independent adult weather she wanted to or not. Though all she could think of was wanting him without having a clue if she even liked him.

  Chapter 12 To many Suicides

  Captain Cook was just turning off her bed light when her comm sounded with the emergency tone that demanded immediate attention. Slapping the comm panel at the head of her bed. “Yes. What is it?”

  “A kid is trying to throw himself off cargo hatch A’s platform.”

  “Oh my Godstar not tonight.” She looked at the clock that read 0300. Shaking her head.

  The Chief Master at Arms continued. “Some gal tied a rope to herself and is trying to talk him out of jumping but the boy is not listening. I arrived just a few minutes go. You may want to get down here. The boy heard your speech to Collins and thinks he is responsible for the Jenkins kid’s death. Something about loosening up his boots so the Jenkins kids feet didn’t hurt before he dropped. We are trying to get them both back away from the edge now without losing the boy but nothing is working. I have called for an air truck to get under the two but it will take ten to 20 minutes to get airborne and up here this late at night.”

  “Very well, I am on my way.” Climbing out of bed she turned the light on. “You said the Jenkins kid? Get the Collins kid down there, our new Ensign.” She said as she was slipping some clothes on. “And get that girlfriend medic of his down there, Ms. Abraham. She should keep him from joining the pore shit. All I need are two jumpers this morning.

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p; The pounding at Mark’s door corresponded to the sudden pounding pain shooting through his head as he turned over. Not understanding the babbling coming from the other side of the door. All he wanted the noise to do was go away. “Go away! My head is killing me. Stop it and let me die in peace.” He tried to say, but it did not come out anyway shape or form that intelligible.

  His cabin door suddenly opened and two Ship’s Patrolmen walked in. “You are wanted on Hold A’s ramp. Get up and dressed now.”

  When Mark cringed away from them trying to hide his head and mumbled something about letting him die, the Sgts’ looked at each other and smiled. Then proceeded to drag him out of bed and down into a cold shower ignoring his screams of pain and feeble resistance before throwing an old work jump suit one of them found in his closet on him.

  Now fully awake but still cringing at every loud sound, they threw him on the nearby chain platform, tapped in Hold A and then tried to follow. Only it took a couple of minutes for the next platform to join the chain no matter what they did. The wireless control panel just did not want to accept either of their inputs.

  As the platform Mark was on joined the Chain wishing someone would simply cut off his head Mickey spoke softly into his ears. “Mark, Dick is about to throw himself off of Hold A’s platform. Jolleen is there now trying to talk him out of it and by the sound of it Dick is not listening. I do not believe you can do anything to stop him, especially in the condition you are now in, you do not stand a chance. You do not have time to see a medic but I can counter act most of the pain if I hypnotize you into ignoring it for the time being as I continue to filter out the poisons in your blood. I can do nothing to restore your mental facilities.”