Void's Psionics

by H. Lee Morgan, Jr

  He was currently moving the Gravity Forge, now complete, into the River Skipper’s cargo area and welding a few braces to one of several maneuvering thrusters when Rose and Sparky came in. The latter said “We got the captain’s approval. He doesn’t know our true reason, but we will meet up with the Dorgenox in three weeks at the ice planet, IC-99-VCX.”

  “We’re still going to put the Gravity Forge through multiple stress tests.” He aimed a thumb over to twenty crates all the size of the River Skipper itself. “Supplies are ready as you can tell.” He smirked and Sparky rolled his eyes.

  Renee happened to appear right then from the elevator, surrounded by six cubs all standing knee high. One of the females followed last. Renee now had to modify her clothes into a strap to act more like a hammock as Isabelle had grown to be bigger than a single hand in size. Still their daughter was attached to the breast and much more developed and she was a wiggler. She smiled as she came over “Just checked David and everything is just fine. Just had the hiccups and burps at the same time. Andrea is so cute when she’s worried. I take it Papa is alright with us going?”

  “Like you need to ask. You and Sparky are inseparable remember.”

  “I was just being nice.” She stepped right in to the space inside her ship. “You sure my baby can drag the crates in FTL? That’s easily forty tons of steel.”

  “Forty three and a half actually. And don’t worry. I increased output efficiency and thrust for the River Skipper to optimum level. There will be no problems even if I doubled the current load. Just in case I’ll lead and take up some of the stress. We’ll reach empty space this time tomorrow.”

  “I’ll take your word for it. How much longer till we go?”

  “I need to finish welding two more struts and take a quick shower… so, ten minutes?”

  Using a finger as a arc welder he finished fixing everything, ran inside their room for a bath and hopped into the Flare with his trusty copilot feline. Tethers dragged the crates behind the River Skipper and they left the atmosphere. He sent a line to her ship and let the navigation computer make the necessary corrections and together they entered FTL.

  Leaving the Dorgenox and Mereddia far behind.

  Chapter 16

  The long day of rotating colors at last came to an end. Most of it was spent playing a two person game between himself and Renee or sometimes Rose would take over and she was a master of spatial reasoning. But the games had to be specialized because technical games had long since lost their novelty for Oliver’s talents for calculation. The ancient game of chess, Go and Mancala were too easy to hold his attention as he could beat anyone after seeing the first three moves. So Renee had got creative and they played several modern games often used for pilots to keep their wits sharp, especially when given a clear set of emergency instructions. Renee was good and used sexuality to her advantage. Mostly to get under his thick skin. And she knew exactly what buttons to press.

  He’d get mad, but she would shrug and tell him life wasn’t fair and if he couldn’t control his own lust it wasn’t her problem. What made it worse is Rose had egged her on just to enjoy the show.

  Nova wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but he was always there and was a soothing figure to pet and lay down with. Nova’s head was enormous and liked dropping it on Oliver’s chest. Still, the Liger was the best companion to ask for. Him and all the others.

  Empty space near the heart of the Andromeda galaxy was surrounding them. They had chosen an area just outside the immense pull of the giant black holes that held all disc galaxies together.

  “About time.” Snorted the foxy redhead on his screens. “Spin around and I’ll extend the docking tube to link us up.”

  He pressed a finger to the cockpit lid where some of the ship’s functions worked. The touch unlatched the grappling arm he had added on the River Skipper. He turned the stick and the Flare, as well as the Liger shuttles, diverted from a straight path to come around and up from below. The Flare easily matched velocity to the River Skipper that had extended a cloth-like material from the main airlock hatch area. The wrinkled surface slowly inflated into a large tube.

  Gently the Flare, surrounded by a ring of smaller Sun Spots, released tiny bursts of plasma from the many ports all around its surface. Manually he pressed the cockpit to the open mouth which sealed over the entire opening. The tunnel’s soft lips had a special adhesive that took mere seconds to set and harden. They gave the material time to seal to make sure there was no chance of a breach. Renee aboard her shuttle pressed another function and let air fill the chamber to say “The seals are secure, Olly. Go ahead and shut down the Flare. I’ll also throw on a few extra clamps just incase.”

  He lifted the clear cockpit lid and it leaned all the way back onto the white material. It was under zero gravity so he kicked off from his seat and glided down the ten meter long tube. Right to the outer wooden door. He depressed the button to watch the door rise up so he and the pursuing Nova could get in. The outer door closed and the airlock was extremely cramped till Renee opened the inner door.

  “Bit of a squeeze huh?” She said as Nova stepped out first and moved off to the side to lay down on three of the chairs that were folded together into a bed.

  “Ha Ha.” He said dryly and stretched. “You spend a day inside a cramped cockpit with him and an evil female you love sexually frustrating you.”

  “You could have masturbated like I did.” She grinned evilly.

  “That’s it!” he said after seeing Isabella in a bundle of cloth sound asleep with Sparky’s long neck extended inside the common room watching over her and enjoying the show.

  A large hand dropped on the back of Renee’s neck as he picked her up and shut the bathroom door behind them. Her quirky smirk glowed in triumph as his clothes were sucked inside the device of his right arm. Sword, shield and dagger loudly hit the floor as his hand reached for her white shirt top and lifted it enough to access her waistline and jerked her pants down around her ankles, bent her over and perfectly aimed his raging cock deep inside.

  Renee sucked in a gasp of breath as he impaled her pussy and after the gasp came a loud, whimpering moan of ecstasy. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped either side of the sink to keep her knees from buckling. She watched him in the mirror grab her hips with just enough force to fully command her movements to his will. She knew it was coming after all she did the entire day. It wasn’t often she wanted to be dominated, but she had the itch masturbating didn’t scratch half as well as a huge male did. His narrow hips slapped hard on her ass, driving his cock deep in her most special places. He was so forceful her tits bounced with each and every slam. Figuring to send him over the edge she clamped her inner muscles to make it so tight for him he saw stars like she was. Hearing him groan told her she met with wicked success.

  Oliver squeezed his hands on her soft hips and drove through the slick channel. He liked how her body and ass rippled when he hit it. Her moans and shallow breathing were an added bonus. He touched her mind and saw she wanted this. He wasn’t the only frustrated person and she was addicted to him. She didn’t want love. She wanted hot and fast sex. To make his balls dry and shriveled. To take him all inside herself.

  Well she got it.

  Her pants liquefied and traveled inside her bracelet after running up a thigh. Her top also disappeared. Tired of taking her from behind he pulled out and she spun to jump right at him, aware of his intentions too. She wrapped her solid legs around his waist, reached between her stomach and his to grab the cock of her dreams an guided it to its true home. It slid right to the hilt and her hands curled her fingers to scratch his back as she screamed aloud.

  “HARDER!” She demanded and his hips met hers with wild abandon. Her breasts jumping as his thrust transferred all the way up to her scalp. His large hands on her ass were made just for her and she bit her lip before crying out. He attacked as her body convulsed some. All the way till he drove deeper still and grunted loud. She felt his molten w
armth surge deep into her womb. Filling it to the brim as he unleashed load after load till her womb felt it would soon burst.

  Renee panted completely naked and reached down into her sex to find his semen had indeed exceeded her capacity and it made her laugh in a husky way. “Wow, you were backed up. Your come is so thick.” She then licked her fingers to taste his semen. “Good thing I’m partial to salty flavors.”

  “Please stop messing with me.” he sat down on the floor of the shower stall beside her.

  That made her giggle, riding the orgasmic high. “Screw that. That was too damn fun. First frustrating you then you fucking my brains out. It’s a win-win situation for me. Can’t help it. Being a smartass is genetic.”

  “Being a Dorgen you mean.” He reached over her head and turned on the shower. “Come on, we have work to do.”

  “You have work to do. I’m going to feed our daughter and change her. The Gravity Forge I could care less about. I only brought it up because we needed an excuse to leave Papa without being too suspicious of our real motives.” She stood and let the falling water beat against her face and chest.

  He was again mesmerized by his love’s stunning beauty. She was far from thin. She had meat on her bones with just enough fat to hide she was solid muscle beneath. A full bodied woman who was all curves and tone. Unable to stop himself he stood and leaned down to kiss her silken shoulder. She responded by tilting her head away and offered her neck he kissed his way to. Renee softly moaned and rubbed her aching breasts that tightened as he set fire to her blood again.

  She melted into his chest, to enjoy how he went gently. Making up for the earlier treatment. She loved this gentleness more. Much more. But she was still a woman who constantly changed her mind.

  They made love several more times under the warm water before stepping out to towel off and dressed up in something comfortable and functional.

  Outside Renee jumped to kiss his cheek to go over to retrieve a squeaking baby girl that quieted as her mother spoke softly and with genuine love.

  Sparky drew his neck back as Oliver said “Good morning, both of you.”

  “Greetings.” They said at the same time. Rose lay curled up in soft sheets, her pinkish red scales were especially flattering under the cargo bay’s light. She said “Would you need any assistance from us?”

  “I appreciate it, but this is my experiment.” He said as his clothes began to change into the cape and fearsome armor. The helmet slid over last. Going towards the circular device he said “Just keep an eye on me. I really do not wish to get stranded out here.”

  Behind him he threw up an airtight barrier to keep the Drakes safe as he physically took hold of the Gravity Forge to undo the straps and started depressurizing the Cargo area. His suit sealed all openings and allowed him to breathe when in total vacuum he then opened the door to space.

  His chip accessed the River Skipper’s systems to disengage artificial gravity and a six ton piece of equipment turned weightless. Pushing off the wall he and the Gravity Forge flew out of the shuttle.

  The door began to close and Sparky said “You may release the barrier. The hold is pressurized.” Oliver canceled doing so.

  Keeping a hand in the Gravity Forge he twisted to activate the soles of his boots to magnetically attach to a plate of steel. From there he took stock of the River Skipper using an umbilical tube to his fighter. The Liger shuttles held position perfectly locked around his larger yellow fighter. Three sets of icy blue eyes were staring at him through an installed gemstone window. Behind the River Skipper though were the train of supply crates. Since in space objects remain in motion, the group didn’t fly off. It seemed they were unmoving. In reality though they were speeding through space at three hundred thousand kilometers an hour.

  Even at that speed, the nearest system was one hundred and sixty three light years away.

  His com was active so he said “Renee, please detach the crates.” There was movement in the line and the train separated.

  Using telekinesis he sent an invisible hand to grab hold and drug them closer and around himself to activate teleportation. He first memorized his place currently by the stars before moving everything ten billion kilometers behind the ships.

  He jumped off and teleported right back to his space and he barely caught sight of the speeding ships. Reacting quickly he threw out a hand and shot off a line of a mix between telekinesis and barrier. Effectively making a rope of energy. There was minimal pull at first when the lightening quick line latched onto them. He though retracted himself.

  It took thirty minutes to get back.

  He entered same as he left and Renee was in the back too so Sparky wasn’t left out. Even though the shuttle was larger, he still had trouble fitting inside the seating room. Rose, being smaller, had less issue.

  “Glad you made it back safe and sound.”

  “Me too, Red.” He said as the helmet retracted and he sat down.

  “What are you trying to make again?” She asked as he withdrew his oval crystal and spoke its activation sequence.

  “Jessica wants to create a near indestructible fighter.”

  “With the amount of steel we brought… we could make twenty.”

  “Twenty three using standard manufacturing practices actually.” He corrected, but she didn’t get angry. He made corrections so others knew the truth if someone asked. She had telepathy. She knew damn well when he was being an ass. Not trying to be as specific as possible. “At least in making the hull and chassis of the fighters. The drive engines and maneuvering ports are additional. If the Gravity Forge can create a complete fighter body and be structurally stressed to no more than point zero six one eight percent, it will be a viable technology with minimal risks.”

  “And have you calculated… uh, never mind. I didn’t need to ask that.” He chuckled and she slapped his arm while breast feeding.

  Multiple cameras transmitting in an encrypted subspace frequency was picked up and displayed by the crystal’ s computing properties. A three dimensional view of every angle was on display and recorded. From the cameras they gave light so as to be seen. He used the laser keyboard displayed for his left hand to say “Live testing begins on the Gravity Forge Version Two. Administering the test is myself, Oliver Void. Proceeding with test.”

  His fingers typed quickly and a robotic set of three arms unraveled from the Gravity Forge’s surface to reach out to the first enormous crate and opened the locked lid. The thrusters welded to the outside allowed for maneuvering so the sphere didn’t roll out of control. The arms reached in and extracted one of hundreds of sheets of steel and pulled it over.

  The sphere opened like a mouth which the arms fed the sheet into. It closed as the arm left. The two remaining arms held onto the crate for stability and to keep the lid closed so sheets do not fly off.

  “Activating compression gravity field… now.” He pressed a finger to the table being laser colored in a keyboard pattern and the system activated. Sensors inside the core forge displayed a sudden burst of heat as the metal went molten as all the heat was forced out and the atoms were forced to lock into place. Relief valves shot a bright stream of pure heat like a legitimate solar flare. “Field’s holding steady. Core integrity stable. Secondary and third shells also steady. Gravimetric stresses are calibrated perfectly to maintain the first testing. Fourth shell activating automatically, but barely used much power on shell three to keep it in place.”

  The plate had been flattened to thinner than a human hair and shaped as a lone piece to a greater design.

  “Beginning test two.” He said and placed the forged piece into a safe and empty crate before extracting and forging the second piece.

  By twelve Renee lost interest and played with Isabella for awhile and worked more on unlocking more of her bracelet’s features.

  Each sheet took two minutes to reload. Meaning for the bulk of the next three days Oliver was at work doing it one piece at a time. Renee didn’t know how he could be s
o patient. She would have called it good after a few hours considering the original model of the Gravity Forge turned into a miniature neutron star.

  “And so ends the testing phase for the Gravity Forge. Hull integrity stabilized after day two’s movement of three microns. I believe it was due to being used and the bindings settled like a wooden house would. Testing complete. Now beginning ship construction.” Oliver said as Renee was flying the River Skipper all the way back to the Forge’s locater beacon.

  It took another two hours he spent taking a needed nap. She called his name when she got a visual. Being hit by drone camera’s lights made it stick out in the empty darkness. From there he brought the Gravity Forge and cameras back inside the hold, tied them down and returned to the cockpit to sit in the copilot seat.

  Floating in front were the now empty crates and one filled smaller one. Renee didn’t need to ask again what the plan was. She merely kicked back to watch. Her ankles crossed up on the console.

  Reaching out, Oliver felt all the individual pieces floating around, hitting hundreds of others. Each piece seemed to come alive within his mind. No part was missing and he made a motion that lifted the lid. His mind love solving puzzles and figuring how thing worked. He might have hated Fracturing, but he liked the results. The metal began swirling like a cyclone inside his mind. Shells, scales and rods began to slam together silently in space. If in air it would be too loud. Pieces met and locked in place, bulking up. Larger pieces grew and linked to others. The way Jessica programmed the Gravity Forge to make the ship was to make it hold together by its own pressure since welding would be impossible now that the pieces were too dense to absorb heat to melt together. Joints locked and pieces added their own stress to lock all the seams perfectly. That is how precise the forge worked.