New Enceladus - chapter 3 - Sex Stories

New Enceladus - chapter 3

... minutes, our velocity reached twenty percent of light speed. The stars slowly transformed from dots into short streaks of light.

I slowly dialed the fuel back until our actual acceleration dropped to 1.3 G and announced, "All systems nominal. Inertial dampers off. Engineering department start post-launch maintenance. Begin scheduled cold-sleep procedures."

I got up and patted my second in command Johannes Lenk on the shoulder. "Hopefully, it'll be a boring trip. See you in a year, Joe.” I had scored one point higher than he did on the final exam, or our roles would have been reversed. Our running joke was that one point was the difference between a genius and a monkey. We were friends, but highly competitive. “Oh, I almost forgot to mention, keep an eye on port side pneumatic system B, it was acting up a little in testing last month."

He stuck out his tongue, crossed his eyes, and gave me an upside-down salute. Then he mumble-shouted, "Yeth thir, mithtah bothman, thir!" Saliva sprayed all over. We laughed a long time, before he shook my hand and said, "Congratulations and happy dreams, buddy." I was glad the control consoles were sealed and washable. I headed for my assigned sleep tube and climbed in. The crew would all do a one-month shift awake every ship-year, to prevent body atrophy. Thirty would be awake at a time, and each day one pair would rotate between duty and cold-sleep.

Unlike the flights before the colony missions, we would keep accelerating for ...

... five years instead of just a few minutes. After coasting unpowered at almost the speed of light for 35 years, with the ship rotating to provide artificial gravity, we would decelerate for another five years. We were expected to reach the Ptolemy-1 system after what seemed like 45 years on the ship, or 125 to those back on Earth. Everybody we knew who wasn't on the ship would be long gone when we arrived. All of us would experience what felt like 4 years awake and 2 years in a ‘happy-tube’, as a lot of people called them.

If Ops was still there, the great-great-grandchild of somebody who wasn't even born yet would get our arrival message in 165 years. We were the third colony mission, and they wouldn't hear from the first or second for 63 and 104 years respectively. We passed Neptune and left the solar system three hours later.

Since I’d given the launch speech, Joe sent our final departure message. "Good luck to you, Earth. So long, and thanks for all the fish."

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I dreamed I was floating. In the distance I could see Juana Morales floating too. She was an Educator, Hispanic-looking, with a pretty face and shapely body. I had a punny thought. 'I wanna Juana.' She laughed as I thought it, so I knew I had to be dreaming. I hadn't said it yet, and even I didn't think it was that funny. Juana floated toward me, as she praised me; "Commander Mori, I'm so glad we have you! You're such a genius! So brave! Such a great leader!"

Somehow her boobs were bigger, and she was ...