“We will be upon them in a matter of minutes,” he said. “And I’m going to fuck you while you watch the destruction of your ship and the last pathetic specimens of your race.”
He reached out to touch his bracelet again, and Cora knew that he probably meant to bind her again. If that happened, her chances nearly fell to zero.
Cora stretched out on the floor like a cat arching its back. She even purred for effect. Then she stuck her ass as high as she could in the air.
The alien’s finger paused over his bracelet.
“I was wrong about you,” she said. “I should’ve recognized you were my superior long ago. I should have given myself to you willingly from the beginning, before we even ran. That was pointless and stupid, just like me.” She looked at him with wide eyes, giving her ass the tiniest wiggle. “They all deserve to die. And I would be thankful to feel your superior cock filling me as you destroy them.”
She hoped she wasn’t laying it on too thick. She had at least distracted him from using the bracelet. Now she had to hope she had convinced him that she was completely subdued. It was her only chance.
He looked at her, his eyes narrow, studying her. Then he moved his hand away from the bracelet and smiled.
“You continue to surprise me, little one,” he said. “You’re not as stupid as I thought.”
Little one. She hated being called that. But she smiled all the same, her best “fuck me” smile. He settled in behind her, kneeling down on the floor so that they were both facing the screen.
She felt the stiffness of his cock bounce against her inner thigh. Then she felt him reach down to grab hold of it, jamming it inside of her. She hissed between clenched teeth. Goddamn he was huge, and she wasn’t nearly as wet as last time. But she tried to relax and take him in, rolling her hips seductively.
Her head was down, her eyes looking at the floor. She felt a flash of pain as he grabbed a bunch of her hair at the back of her head, jerking her face up to force her to look at the screen.
“Witness their destruction,” he said, picking up the pace, thrusting himself inside her.
Cora’s eyes filled with tears. Then she saw it, her ship turning, the first time it had executed that maneuver in months. She felt Drokoma pause.
“What is this?” he asked. “What are they doing?”
But it was obvious, wasn’t it? The Salvation swung around in a wide arc, then headed toward the screen, picking up speed.
“The warheads are all armed?” Dack asked. He stood over Kayla’s shoulder as she worked at the terminal.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “All forty-eight of them.”
“And the engines are getting as much power as possible?”
“Yes, sir,” Kayla said.
Dack spoke into his wrist com. “Navigation? Set a course dead center for the enemy ship.”
The alien was laughing now. “They mean to ram us,” he said. “Pathetic.”
Her hair still bunched in his fist, he turned her face to look at him. “Did you order this?” he asked. “Watch. Let us see what happens.” Then he turned her head back to the screen.
The Salvation closed the gap rapidly now, its pointed prow aimed like an arrow coming towards them.
Drokoma let go of her hair to bring the bracelet closer to his other hand. He swiped his finger across it, chuckling, barely slowing the pace of his thrusts inside her.
“Fire,” he said.
As she watched, a blue-white pulse emitted from the front of the Kolrathi ship. At the speed the Salvation was traveling, it could not change course. The pulse struck her ship.
“No!” she cried out.
“Ah,” he said. “Showing your true colors.”
The Salvation didn’t appear to have sustained any damage. It took Cora a moment to realize exactly what the pulse had done. She dropped her head again and began to cry.
“What you mean lost all power?” Dack yelled.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Kayla said. “They just hit us with some kind of electromagnetic weapon, something we hadn’t seen before. We’re dead in the water.”
“And the warheads?”
Her screen was dark. All of engineering was dark, except for the red running emergency lights along the catwalks. Kayla got up from her seat, turning on her shoulder light, and running to the weapons bay. Dack followed.
She used manual override to open the first missile shaft, and slide it out like a patient on a gurney. She took a tool out of her uniform pocket and opened the side panel of the missile. After a moment of poking around inside, she turned to Dack.
Kayla shook her head.
Drokoma grabbed Cora’s hair at the back of her head again, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look at the screen.
“Don’t stop watching now,” he said. “This is the best part. Your ship is immobile. Your crew is terrified. We are going to sit here for a while and drink in their fear. I am going to fuck you in every hole I please. And when my crew and I have had our fill, then we are going to blow your ship into dust.”
Cora’s vision was blurred with tears. Her heart pounded in her chest. But a fire rose up in her throat. With her right hand she reached up between her legs and grabbed his balls. God, she hoped this hurt as much as it did with human males. She squeezed, as hard as she could.
With her other hand she reached up to grasp the bracelet around his wrist. For a moment, she heard his scream, and then it faded into the background as her mind melded with the ship. She saw it all, and how to control it all. But she didn’t need to control everything, just one aspect. She just hoped it would work.
Dack and Kayla watched together through the viewport at the enemy ship hovering off their starboard bow. They were doomed, and they both knew it. They reached out for each other’s hand and squeezed tight.
“You did your best,” he said. “I know that.”
“I doesn’t matter now,” she said, starting to cry. “Why are they just sitting there? Why don’t they just kill us and get it over with?”
Dack didn’t know. He was thinking of Cora, remembering their time alone together before the lattice had begun to fail. He was wondering whether she were still alive when—
“What’s that?” he asked. Something was happening to the Kolrathi ship. Its underbelly was blooming open like the time-lapse movie of a flower in springtime.
Kayla snuffled and wiped away her tears to get a better look. “Something’s being ejected from the bottom of the hull,” she said. “Another weapon?”
A cylinder was dropping out of the bottom of the Kolrathi ship, and it took them both a few seconds to realize it was studded with pieces of crystal, sparkling in the starlight.
“Oh my God,” Kayla said. “I know what that is.”
The lights that ran along the edges and fins of the Kolrathi ship faded into darkness. Now they were losing power as well.
“That’s their energy core,” Kayla said. “Why would they eject their energy—”
“Cora,” Dack said. He let go of Kayla’s hand, taking her by the shoulders. “We might not have much time. Will that core work with our systems?”
She scrunched her eyebrows together, thinking. “Yeah,” she said. “I think so. With some modification. If we can get it into the engineering bay. But we can’t use the tow beam. Power’s completely dry here.”
Dack’s eyes grew wide. “Do we still have the harpoons?”
One of the Salvation’s functions before it had been coopted into the last remaining lifeboat for humanity was asteroid mining and gathering. Long-range harpoons were fired into nearby asteroids, and either towed back into orbit for processing, or if they were small enough, dragged into one of the storage bays.
“And they don’t use ship power,” Kayla said, brightening. “Their firing mechanisms use gas.”
“Can you rig them up?” Dack asked. “Fire at that thing and pull it into the engineering bay?”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Yeah, I think I can. We can re
place the rock hooks with something softer, maybe impact gel, so we don’t damage it.”
“Do it,” he said.
The alien screamed in rage, but it was too late.
Cora had felt the energy core eject from the Kolrathi ship. She had done that in the thirty seconds or so when she had used his bracelet, before he realized what she was doing.
The screen had gone dark, but not before she had seen a harpoon line shoot out from the undercarriage of the Salvation, its tip aimed beneath the Kolrathi ship.
Now the room was almost completely dark, the stars in the walls fading. Drokoma had knocked her aside to break her link with his bracelet, but again, it was too late. Now he sat on the floor, cupping his sore balls, howling with anger.
Cora scrambled to her feet and ran for the door, which she had been able to open just wide enough for her to squeeze through in her waning moment when she had interfaced with the ship. She had done one other thing as well, prepping their version of an escape pod for ejection.
She made it to the hole in the wall and began to crawl through when something grabbed her ankle. She looked back to see Drokoma clutching her leg. With her other foot she kicked him in the face as hard as she could.
There was a sickening crunch as her heel landed on the bridge of his nose. He let out a garbled scream. Luminescent green blood poured down the lower half of his face. And he let go of her ankle.
Cora scrambled to her feet and ran down the corridor. She knew the layout of the ship much better from having interfaced with it through the bracelet. The escape pods weren’t far.
She passed several Kolrathi, who took no notice of her. With the power out, they were panicking, perhaps for the first time in their lives. They were not concerned with a naked slave running through the halls of their ship.
She heard a roar of outrage and pain behind her, and she stumbled forward. He was behind her, and not very far. She took a right, then another sharp left, opening into a small chamber ringed with seven doors, the hatches to the escape pods.
She had use the bracelet to prep one of the pods before the power had gone out, but she still had to detach the pod with manual overrides. The door had two handles which had to be turned simultaneously. She grabbed and pulled, but they wouldn’t budge.
The aliens enraged screams filled the halls behind her. She found her strength, planting a foot against the door of the pod and pulling with all her might. The hatch gave way with a hiss, revealing a dark interior. She was getting used to traveling between ships and escape pods, only this time it really was an escape.
Cora crawled inside the cool dark interior, and move to slide the door shut. But blue hands appeared on either side of the pod door, prying it back open. Drokoma’s angry, bloodied face filled her view.
“No!” he screamed. “You cannot leave. You are mine!”
He moved to climb inside the pod. Cora backed up as far as she could, clenching her eyes shut. This was it.
Then, in rapid succession, a series of metallic pops echoed in her ears. She opened her eyes to see the mechanical bolts along the edge of the door firing to release the pod, and automated sequence initiated only when the power grid was down. The slugs ejected from the edge of the door. Two of them slammed into Drokoma’s chest, knocking him backwards to the pod bay door.
He screamed again, but the pod door was closing again, enclosing Cora in complete darkness and muffling the sound. She felt the pod detach from the ship and fall away. She took a deep breath and let it out.
Perhaps half an hour later Cora felt something hit the hull of the pod. Fear gripped her. The Kolrathi had recovered their core and powered up their weapons, and their first order of business was to vaporize her pod.
Instead, she felt herself gently dragged. She heard the electric hum of bay doors opening, then the heavy clank as they closed shut.
“Commander?” she heard the muffled voice from outside. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could the same voice told her to hold on, to get away from the door. Sparks flew from arc lasers slicing through the door, and then she was squinting at the light.
Dack peered in at her, a look on his face both worried and happy. For her part, she’d never been happier to see anyone. He extended his arm into the pod, opening his hand.
“Welcome home, Commander.”
Getting the collar off was tricky, but the techs managed it. Dressed in a new uniform, Cora followed Dack down to engineering. The tree-like structure she had once seen in the Kolrathi ship now stood in the center of the Salvation’s engineering room.
“Commander!” Kayla said, looking up from a tablet as she stood before the Kolrathi energy core. “God, I’m so glad to see you!” She broke protocol and hugged Cora, who hugged her back fiercely.
“Me too,” Cora said, tears filling her eyes. She hugged her lead engineer for a few more seconds, then back up a step and straightened her uniform. She cleared her throat. “I guess you got their core to work with our ship.”
“It was easier that I would have thought,” Kayla said. “The crystalline configuration is different, but ultimately the design concept is the same. It looks like both our civilizations independently came up with the same solution to powered space travel. There are a few differences, though. I won’t bore you with the details, but one nice perk is that we’re now running at nearly a hundred and thirty percent of power output relative to our old core.”
“Is there any danger from the increased power?” Cora asked.
“Nope,” Kayla said. “It’s stabile and smooth. Just running some diagnostics now.”
“Delay that for now,” Cora said. “We’re getting out of here. But not before I have a little word with our friends.”
Back on the bridge, Cora sat in the commander’s chair. Her body still ached from the session with Drokoma, her ass tender on the cushions. But it felt good to be back in command.
“Status of the Kolrathi vessel?” she asked Haywood.
“They have some kind of auxiliary power,” he said. “But from what we can tell, they’re having to use most of that just for life support and basic ship function. Their main propulsion and weapons are all off-line.”
“Good,” she said. “Hail them.”
Communications wouldn’t use much power, and so she hoped they would answer the call. Within a few seconds, Drokoma’s bloodied face filled the viewscreen.
“You will pay for this, human whore,” he said, his voice now muffled.
“Oh?” she said. “From where I’m sitting, you are completely at our mercy. You have no power, while our ship is running above capacity.”
“Because you stole our core,” he said.
She felt the smile cross her lips. Goddamn right I did. “I would normally consider your terms for surrender,” she said. “But in this case, I believe we will show you the mercy you would not have shown us. We will leave you here.”
“That is a mistake, slave,” Drokoma said. “I will hunt you down. I will destroy—”
Cora gave the signal and the transmission ended. She smiled again, imagining him roaring threats at a blank screen.
Dack moved up beside her chair. She held out her hand, and he raised his eyebrows before taking it. Fraternizing with your XO was against Fleet protocol, but then, there was no Fleet anymore. There was just them.
“Set a new course,” she ordered Haywood. “Maximum speed.” They needed to get as far away from the Kolrathi as they could. But eventually they would need to find a new home, start over again, and rebuild the human race.
The ship hummed as it powered up, the stars whipping past them as the engines hurled them into uncharted space.
She pulled Dack towards her so she could whisper in his ear.
“Let’s go to my cabin,” she said. “I want to fuck you. Now.”
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