Project - Prometheus Ch. 02

She squawked indignantly as her back was pressed to his chest. His dick popped out of her slit and she was about to chastise him, until he flipped over with her, setting her on her chest. He rose and lifted her by her hips, bringing her ass up into the air. Spreading her legs, he then gripped his cock and pressed the head into her pussy.

Her laugh of delight turned into a scream of pleasure as he plowed into her in one stroke. His iron grip on her hips tightened as he reamed her out, each thrust carrying enough force to break her. She cried out, wailing with each slam, as he ravaged her. His balls slapped hard against her pussy lips, the sensuality of their coupling driving her ever closer to another orgasm. She then felt a sharp sting across her cheeks, hearing the sharp crack of his hand as it slapped her ass.

"Oh, shit!" she cried out.

"You disapprove?" he growled as he then tanned her other check with another slap.

In response, she shimmied her ass on his cock, begging, "Please, sir, I want another!"

With a feral grunt, he then slapped her ass again, then again, alternating between each cheek. After the fourth slap, she pulled herself forward, off his shaft, and turned around onto her back. Grabbing her legs, she pulled them up, presenting her soggy pussy to him in invitation. Not one to hesitate, he drove himself into her hard, mercilessly pounding into her.

A high-pitched keening started in her throat as she was continuously savaged, her slit weeping as her juices gushed forth. It reached a fever pitch, then she bucked, shrieking like a woman possessed, as her third orgasm blasted into her. Her pussy clamped down hard on her lover's dick as she rode the tidal wave through her senses.

She was still breathing hard, her chest heaving as her tits still jiggled with the force of his thrusts. She looked at him through hooded eyes, knowing he was close. Knowing what she wanted and craved, she goaded him towards his release.

"That's it lover, pound that little pussy, make it yours, make me your little bitch."

His baritone voice rose, harsh and guttural, "You want this cock, don't you, you little slut?"

"Yes sir, I want that cock deep inside me, stretching my poor little pussy! I want you to fill me up with every inch of your dick!" she breathed lustily, knowing he was on the verge of release.

"Fill that pussy with your cum, sir, breed me, make me yours!" she screamed. Hearing this was almost too much, and he teetered on the brink as he his pounding became more insistent and primal.

"You want that cum, my little cock slut?"

"Yes! Give it to me, mark me, use me, BREED ME!" she howled. Roaring in complete ecstasy, he came into his woman, slamming into her with all the force he could muster. His cock erupted, seeding and saturating her pussy and womb with his cum. He shot into her, once, twice, losing count at six times, before his senses could no longer cope with the pleasure that coursed through him.

He collapsed onto her, catching himself before he crushed the red-haired seductress with his weight. He grinned as he looked at her; her face etched with pure adulation as she kissed him. Returning the kiss, they both sighed as they enjoyed the afterglow. He pulled out of her as he shifted to lie next to her.

Her nethers were a hot mess from their lovemaking, running down her leg and dripping into the bed. She didn't care as she buried her face in her man's chest. Breathing in the scent that was him had her floating on cloud nine. His left arm came down to bring her closer to him, and she welcomed it.

"Kasumi," he called to her, sounding like he was far away, "It's time to wake up." She shot up and saw his face, which was deadly serious.

"What?" the woman asked, sounding horrified. Her vision blurred, and it looked as though everything around her was fading.

"It's time to wake up. Wake up, Kasumi, wake up!"

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The loud hiss of a cryo pod de-activating sounded in Kasumi's ears. She felt a slight pinch in the side of her neck as her body fought against the effects of the adrenaline injection. Her eyes were forcing themselves to open as her surroundings became clear to her.

The pod hatch had reached its end, leaving her plenty of room to step out. Almost mechanically, she stepped out of the curved pod and collapsed onto the metal decking. Breathing in hard, her mouth curled in distaste at the stale, musty air. Shaking the cobwebs from her mind, she recalled her dream with perfect clarity.

"It all felt so real, but it wasn't," she growled frustratedly, feeling the heat in her loins. Knowing she could do nothing about it now, she stood, her gait a little wobbly after her confinement in cryo sleep. Wiping her hands on her black, form fitting bodysuit, she went to the command console, the palm scanner confirming her identity.

"Welcome back, Commander Kasumi McKenzie. Query?" Straightening and popping her joints and bones around her body, she replied.

"Hello Jaesa. Why was I woken from cryo sleep and how long have I been out for?"

"An alarm was triggered in the Engineering section of the Perseus. Intruders have been detected aboard and action must be taken. It has been five hundred and ninety-seven years, eight months and three weeks since you and the remaining crew of the Perseus went back into cryo sleep," Jaesa replied with her chipper, yet dispassionate voice.

Kasumi gripped the console and felt like she would be sick. 'Almost six hundred years?!?!? We were supposed to wake up in sixty!' she thought in anguish.

"Jaesa, is the captain awake?" she asked worriedly.

"Captain Alexander Tomisic is still in cryo sleep, as the power to wake him is insufficient."

"Explain!"

"The Engineering section has been steadily losing power through a series of failures since the Perseus was attacked. It started with damaged power conduits throughout the ship. Conduit functionality dropped to below forty percent, requiring greater power flows to sustain the necessary systems. Each system throughout the ship had to be shut down, one by one, to conserve power to continue with our mission," the computerized voice droned on.

"The captain gave an order for us to wake in sixty years! Tell me why it's been nearly six hundred!" the commander ordered furiously.

"I'm sorry, there is not enough information to answer your query," Jaesa replied cryptically.

"Damn it!" the red-headed woman swore. "Jaesa, activate the armory."

Lights illuminated the immediate area and a door on her right opened, light spilling from the adjacent room. Kasumi walked over and couldn't help but notice the remaining cryo pods. All of them were empty, their occupants having been slaughtered in the boarding action centuries ago.

Feeling a pang of remorse and sadness, Kasumi stoically walked into the armory, focusing herself on what needed to be done. The entire room was festooned with extensive sets of mechanical arms, each one wielding either a tool or armor component. She went to the automated armorer in the room's center and selected the Phalanx armor chassis.

The panel flagged her with a reject, and she called out in frustration, "Jaesa, why am I being denied an armor chassis I am cleared for?"

"Power to the armory has been severed, because of sabotaged power relays throughout the ship. Full replacement of the relays is to be accomplished, if power to all systems is to be restored."

Screaming in agitation, she asked, "Can you at least unlock the armor vault so I can arm myself?" In response, the doors behind the armorer clicked open with a loud clank, the room lighting up. Inside it were more simplified sets of armor and racks upon racks of weapons.

Running in, she fitted herself with a basic set of armor. Slipping into a set of well-armored boots, she latched on a chest plate, a full set of vambraces, and a mechanized webbing loaded with extra ammo and grenades. She then grabbed a helmet equipped with an air filtration unit, fitting it onto her head. She then picked up a Spartan auto rifle, a Sentinel class shotgun, and tucked a heavy pistol in a holster at the small of her back.

"Jaesa, link me with the other marines, so we can co-ordinate our attack," Kasumi commanded.

"I'm sorry, Commander, but there are no other marines aboard this ship," the AI replied.

"What do you mean?!" the soldier asked, feeling the panic and hysteria grip her.

"You are the only surviving marine on board the Perseus at this time," came the disconnected reply. She had known her entire platoon had been wiped out in the boarding action centuries ago. Kasumi went into cryo sleep, mourning her comrades, but she hadn't thought they had killed the entire company of marines.

"What about the rest of the crew?" the redheaded woman asked, almost fearing the response.

"Deceased. Killed in action when the unknown aliens boarded the Perseus," the ship borne AI responded.

"Did anyone else survive?"

"Including yourself, there are three surviving members of the Perseus crew," Jaesa chirped, in her hauntingly echoing voice. Her stomach threatened to heave and eject its contents onto the ground in front of her, but Kasumi suppressed the reaction. Taking several deep breaths, she steadied herself, forcing her mind to process this additional information.

Once she had calmed down enough, she asked, "I know that Captain Tomisic is still alive. Who is the third?"

"Machinist's mate, second class, Anita Mariano. Her pod is also still in an active state," Jaesa said.

Before the AI could go on, Kasumi interrupted her, "Let me guess. Her pod is suffering a similar lack of power that the Captain's is experiencing?"

"Correct, Commander," the voice said, unperturbed.

After ramming a clip home into the rifle she held, the commander locked her weapon into the mag-holster on her back, before picking up a Hawkeye sniper rifle. She barked out her next question, "How many Sentry-Bots are charged and ready for action?"

A few seconds later came the response, "There are nine percent of the compliment of Sentries available for combat, Commander. Shall I transfer them to your command?"

"Affirmative Jaesa. Load the location of these intruders and track them. I want none of them escaping," Kasumi said out loud. In a voice too quiet to carry, she added, "At least until I have answers."

Toggling the switch on her helmet, the on-board HUD came up, giving a full display of the ship and active Sentry-Bot locations. Steeling herself for the fight to come, Commander Kasumi McKenzie marched out of the armory and out into the ship.

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The crew of the Darkstrider took a few more moments in their group hug before standing up. As they stood, Natalya went over to the main console and took stock of the readouts.

"I have restored Main power! Twenty-one percent and climbing, but we have a problem. Several, in fact," the young engineer said as she scanned through the alerts.

"What exactly?" Korsa asked.

"Entire sections of the ship aren't getting enough power," Natalya explained. "There is power flowing out, but it's merely a trickle to what it should be. Many of the conduits have been damaged, and it will take time before they can be repaired properly."

"Which one is the most critical?" queried Inari, as she took a guard stance with her XO.

"The central distribution trunk, about seven hundred meters from the entrance to engineering. If I'm reading this correctly, it's been damaged badly," Natalya replied.

"How bad?" Priya asked, her posture more relaxed now that the lights were on. In response, Natalya hit a button and a holographic representation of the trunk appeared. The entirety of it looked like it had been peppered with metallic slugs and acid.

"It's been sabotaged, but I think I can work around it," the caramel skinned woman said before continuing. "This should be our priority, captain. We get this fixed, we can restore power to the bridge and from there...."

"... we can then take full control of the ship!" Inari exulted.

Control of the Perseus would turn their fortunes immensely. The technological wonders alone were easily worth trillions of credits, and that was just what they had found. Who knew what other treasures were on this ship? Priya stepped up and took her position with Inari by the doorway leading back to the primary reactor.

"Well? Let's go!" she tittered impatiently. The rest of the crew scrambled to their positions, and they double timed it down the corridor. They sped past the primary reactor, ignoring it for the time being. Once they reached the entry point back to cryo storage, Natalya stopped them.

"Wait!" she nearly shouted.

The crew halted for a moment while she brought out her control tablet and punched in a few commands. A few seconds later, the bulwarks that stood in front of the turrets raised up and were pulled into the mounting post. Once close enough, the shields clunked down onto the bases, locking into place. As the locking mechanisms finished, the treads on the turrets moved, taking the turrets with them.

Astonishment washed over the rest of the women as they watched the mobile weapons platforms coast on by them to take point position. All of their heads snapped back to the resident engineer, who just shrugged.

"I said that I fixed them and made them better, didn't I?"

Rendered speechless, the team followed the weapons platforms along the now well-lit walkway to where they stopped. It was the security station they had passed by earlier, encountering the dead human marines. Natalya input some additional commands and the turrets moved to opposite corners of the station.

"OK, this is where the central trunk is. Mama, I will need your help to access it," Natalya gestured to the floor. As quickly and reverently as they could, they cleared away the remains lying at their feet. Once moved, there were grip like indentations that looked like they had been punched into the floor.

Nodding, Korsa stepped forward and bent over to grip the flooring with all four arms. She strained for a moment; the decking was much heavier than expected. With a cry of defiance, she heaved with everything she had, and the floor finally came loose. The panel creaked upwards on unoiled hinges, stopping at a forty-five-degree angle.

Rushing forward from her grav-sled, Natalya set a largish cylinder to the right of the point where the Khontaran woman had first lifted the panel. Setting it into an angled base, she pressed a button on it and the cylinder rapidly extended, shooting out to cover the distance between the floor and the panel. Natalya then scooted over to the left side and placed another such cylinder, activating it with the same results.

"OK mama, you can let go now," the chocolate-skinned woman said as she patted her adoptive mother's shoulder. Backing away carefully, Korsa tentatively removed her arms, one by one. Seeing that the portable supports weren't moving or bending, she turned back to the sled which Natalya was rummaging around in.

"Got what you need, kiddo?" the large woman asked. Yanking a small toolbox with one hand, the young woman slung some various cables onto her shoulder before she replied.

"Not quite. Could you bring the grav sled closer and hand me what I ask for?" Nodding, Korsa got behind the large sled as Natalya dropped into the small space beneath the open panel. Leaving herself some space to move about, the Khontaran woman moved between the panel opening and the sled.

Her suit lights provided Natalya all the illumination she would need as she properly assessed the damage. The hologram they had seen back in engineering was accurate as she checked the trunk for any additional damage. Electrical arcs sparked outwards from the ravaged lines, but not enough to be a threat to the young woman. The entire room was a little bigger than a crawlspace, but it would afford her enough space to maneuver about.

She also noted a large cylindrical object perpendicular to the cabling, which was plugged into it. It emitted a slight glow of white light, and half of the cylinder seemed to be composed of clear crystal. 'Must be a power regulator or conduit of some sort,' she thought to herself. Getting a closer look, it almost looked like an old Earth lantern in shape, with a handle near the top and a readout near its base. She saw that there was some debris that was jammed into it near the top.

"Mama, I need some heavy cabling and solder to go with it, and the heavy torch and my toolkit," Natalya called out.

Korsa turned to the sled and rummaged about in it. She quickly found what she was looking for and handed her the materials she asked for. Turning back, Korsa grabbed the heavy welding torch with her upper arms while grabbing the cumbersome toolbox with her lower arms.

As her adoptive mother was looking for her tools, Natalya took the time to search for a power gate switch. The switch would cut off any energy flow while she repaired the torn cables. After a turning about and searching for a good minute, she found it about a foot from where the damage began. Reaching for the box, she flipped the switch manually, shutting down the power flow. Hearing movement up topside, Natalya moved back to the opening.

Setting the toolbox down, the Khontaran woman unlocked the lid, then spun it about so that faced the opening in the floor where Natalya was working. Shifting over, she placed the welding torch with the handle facing the same direction. It was then that Natalya popped up to toss up the smaller cabling she had taken earlier. Grabbing the torch and a couple of tools from the box, she disappeared back into the dark space beneath.

With the heavy cabling already set out, she activated her las-knife, making the precision cuts needed along with the cabling. Once the cuts were made, she shut off her knife and turned on her welding torch. The torch was the size of a small SMG, and looked like one, but with a gas canister in place of an ammo clip. Additional fuel rails also ran the length of the tool, ending at the welding tip.

Bringing out the solder she needed, Natalya lined up the cabling with the damaged power lines and melted the lines of metal together. From there, she added the solder to strengthen the bond and add conductivity to the joint. Once finished with the initial link, she ran the cabling to the other side of the melted wiring and welded that together the same way.

The main trunk line consisted of multiple cables all bundled together, and more than half of them were badly torn by the centuries old sabotage. Focusing on her work, Natalya had repaired them in a decent amount of time. Fifteen minutes later, she finished the weld on the last line and checked for any mistakes on her part.

Finding none, she then went back to what she surmised was the power regulator. Carefully, Natalya pried the debris loose, discarding the shrapnel as it came away. Once cleared, the readout on the bottom went from a muted red to a light yellow, displaying a message: 'No foreign objects detected. Ready for re-alignment.'

Natalya was a little stumped about what she needed to do next until she looked through the crystalline shield of the regulator. The links between the various connectors in the regulator were mis-aligned. She then gripped the handle and turned the top in a counterclockwise motion. As she did this, she saw the connectors were moving closer together. Once the connectors were linked, she heard and felt a click. Quickly checking the readout, it indicated that the regulator was properly aligned.

Nodding to herself in satisfaction, she went back to the power gate switch and called out, "Repairs are finished. Let's pray that I did everything right!"