Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... the sensor baffling suite, determining the sequence for a systems check. Max held her breath and ran the system check. In less than five seconds it reported the system was working. Max kept reading, finding the program sequence and how to start it.

Max looked at the panel, and tapped three buttons, the bridge took on a reddish hue. Max sighed; she crinkled her nose. It was time to do something about the dead.

Max followed protocol, stripping the ID and equipment off each body and placing the corpses of the flight crew and Commander Yance into body bags and then into the cryo pods. The Quinton security bodies went out the airlock. Many hours later, Max finished the sanitation procedures, and the down time allowed her body to begin feeling the deep-seated exhaustion that came after a high-risk operation.

She walked back to the officers' quarters and saw a small, neat, and clean cabin. The bed was nice and long, so she peeled out of her gear, briefly washed her hands and face, and collapsed on the mattress. Her last conscious thought was of Joon cuddled next to her and Agatha curled up on her chest.

A warm gentle touch, then small sharp claws began kneading her chest, Max looked down at the kitten. Steel grey eyes gilded in silver; the soft purring felt more than heard. In the secret place where she could let her guard down Max had a good view of the entire courtyard of the residential from the heat exchange air vent behind the cover grille.

She saw all the ...

... apartments from the hidden perch high above 'them', safe from 'them'. Then she watched as the six men killed all of them. Holding her kitten to her chest, she memorized the faces of the men killing her tormentors, killing her family.

Max blinked, her eyes crusty from sleep. She stretched out and murmured aloud, "mmm loong bed." Max sat up as she began looking around the cabin. Void of personal items, it was minimally furnished, with a long bed, a com desk, and chair.

In the closet was Commander Yance's go bag. The adjacent bathroom was also small as space aboard a ship was always at a premium; but the shower was actually large by those standards. Max enjoyed the experience, having missed a few. She slid into fresh underclothes from her go bag and dressed in her worn BDU's; the softer fabric was a comfortable change from the black one piece.

Stepping onto the bridge, Max frowned at the two damaged stations, one looked riddled with holes and the other had a huge chunk missing along with a shattered input. If she was going to complete her mission, she needed comms and sensors. She was running the ship mostly blind, but she knew seeing her wasn't easy either. Repairing this mess was her priority but she needed to know what she was working with.

Max slipped into her training, going over the inventory of the corvette. She inspected the small but well stocked armory with a professional eye: a dozen suits of armor and nanoweave coveralls. A rack of twelve XR75's, three YM10 ...