Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... several over the years, mostly for personal equipment. It wasn't regulated so almost anything was acceptable.

Commander Yance's go bag was of exceptional quality, It fit his image perfectly.

Max opened the go bag.

Inside the bag was immaculate, everything was compartmentalized. There was a whole section with paperwork, including three separate personal devices.

Max felt bad about going through her deceased commander's things and private possessions. She supposed he would understand the need; she wondered if he would have done the same.

A small, black, old fashioned, moleskin notebook caught Max's eye, it only had three letters embossed on the cover in gold.

Max held the small book and leafed through the pages, hundreds of code phrases and access codes with the particulars related to them. Max sat stunned, looking for something relevant to her current situation. On the last written page was the mission code for alien132.

"I don't believe it."

Max entered the "Captains code" next to the ship code for Charlie Alpha Tango.

"Thank you for being a meticulous, anal-retentive, posh twat, Commander Stephen Yance."

The comms reconfigured into an order format as Max witnessed the stern foreboding figure of Fleet Admiral Buckingham recalling all ships from patrols and the periphery to converge on the planet Terra forthwith.

"What the hell...?" Max sat muttering in shock, then in quiet contemplation.

"What do you want to do Max?" Agatha sat at her ...

... station with a worried look.

Clenching her jaw, Max stared at the image of the highest-ranking official in the Terran Federation.

"No change, hold course."

A wave of fatigue washed over Max: her thinking wasn't sharp.

Agatha stood up from her station and walked over to Max.

"You look exhausted, let's go eat, shower and get some rest."

"I have to keep an eye on the ship," Max argued unconvincingly.

Agatha pouted, "You won't be any good to anyone if you are too tired to function." She pulled at the tired human's arm a little.

Max smirked, "Yea... ok... fine."

Agatha led Max to the galley and sat her tall friend down on a chair before she headed into the kitchen. Putting together a cucumber salad and three bowls of mac and cheese, she took her other self her dinner then set Max and herself up at the table.

Max ate slowly while thinking about their situation; and what the Fleet Admiral's orders meant.

"Tell me what you're thinking Max, please," Agatha got up and started a pot of coffee.

Max grimaced, "I have a feeling something very bad is going to happen, I have never heard of a Federation wide recall of warships... ever...in the entire history of the Federation."

Agatha peered at Max for a moment, "No matter what happens Max, I won't leave your side... you're my Captain."

Max gawked at Agatha for a moment... Then nodded to her as their eyes locked.

Max watched her set up the coffee pot and dump the small bag of grounds into the filtered ...