Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... camouflage Max's unit employed. At several choke points their solution was effective, they began saturating the corridors with shrapnel and anti-personnel rounds. Max lost both of her Demo teammates as Buzby and his last team member cleared the way to the breach. Max pushed the container into the breach securing it just inside the airlock.

That's when a massive staccato of grenade and small arms fire filled the air. Max watched as the two remaining unit indicators went dark, suddenly realizing they were gone. Slamming closed the breach to close the airlock, she thumbed the com, "Yance! Target secure! Disengage!" Short precise reporting followed by, "Anders, we are clear."

Max tapped on the arming programming and hit the detonation signal. Small arms fire blared over the com and echoed through the ship. Max immediately engaged her nanoweave again, now aware of hostile combatants aboard the corvette.

Max knew every inch of the interior and quietly advanced at speed, covering the hatches along the way. Upon entering the command deck Max listened, hearing labored breathing. Stalking closer to the bridge, Max spotted three corpses, two were bridge crew, one was Quinton security. Peering in on the bridge, she saw Yance and another two dead Quinton security personnel. Yance's eyes were wide, and he was pale. Max did a quick scan of the whole bridge, not seeing any active targets she disengaged her nanoweave. "Anders!" her commander barked, bloody spittle running down his ...

... chin, "Sweep the ship, there might be more." Max re-engaged the optical camouflage, and swept the entire corvette, seeing nothing.

Max returned to Yance, his eyes open, his face pale, and his mouth wide open and drooling blood. "Shit." Max quietly said.

Max knelt down and felt for a pulse on Yance's neck; not finding one. Looking across the bridge at familiar and unfamiliar instruments, Max looked closely at some damage at the stations.

Max looked to punch up the passive sensors, The station was shattered, leaving Max to use her eyes to figure out the corvette was no longer in hyper and slowly moving away from a large swath of debris. Max tried to digest the information, pursing her lips in thought. "Okay," Max said to herself out loud, "It looks like that was the Quinton."

Max tried to figure out where she was and her current ship status. On the charts, she was quite a way from anywhere, that was good. Her ship's status: no power emissions, no sensor baffle suite active. Max pursed her lips in thought looking at damaged stations on the bridge.

"Hmmm, maybe this one?" Tapping power up on a system she deduced as what might be the baffle suite. Minutes passed, there seemed to be no change. "Oh kay, there has to be a way to tell if this is working."

Max went to another station using her TFN ID and unit passcodes, looking for and pulling up the ships manual as she searched for the sensor baffle suite.

Two hours later, Max narrowed down the detailed functions of ...