Project - Prometheus Ch. 04

"The Captain shouldn't be doing menial chores aboard the ship sir, with all due respect," Natalya chided. "Now, since we're taking over the cleaning sir, would you mind going into the update please?"

"Very well Chief," Alex replied good-naturedly. He detailed what had gone on down on the icy planet and the progress they had made in digging out the crashed ship. Though Taal'ani was listening, she was barely staying awake, as doing a direct cyber systems interface was taking its toll on her. Seeing that the alien woman had started to nod off, Nats went over to her and helped her stand.

"Looks to me that our new cyber warfare specialist could use some shuteye," the big man chuckled as he also stood, stretching out his arms. "I think we're all due for a good night's sleep after today."

"Aye sir. I didn't learn much from the prisoner today sir, but hopefully, with Jaesa's help, I might learn more tomorrow," Kasumi reported.

"What did you learn today, Commander?"

"Her name, I think. She tapped herself on the chest and said, 'Shazza'" Kas told her captain.

"I believe that to be her name. I have been studying the video archives of the day's conversation with the prisoner and have pieced together some form of a language, but I will require more speech to fully form it," Jaesa informed the crew.

"How much more do you need?" the female soldier wondered.

"At least several dozen hours with different conversational aspects in order to fully learn and decrypt Xuul'khani language."

"I may join you for the interrogation when you go down there next," Captain Tomisic intoned. "I am of the belief that if we keep changing up the people who talk to and interrogate her, she will probably say more. In so doing, it will allow Jaesa to formulate proper translations for what she says."

"An excellent and astute observation sir!" Jaesa replied, her inflection one of surprise. "I was about to suggest the very same thing!"

"If that's the way you think sir, I'm not surprised that you hold your current rank at your age," Kasumi said, dually amazed.

"All right, that's enough sunshine up my ass for one day now," the big man joked. Every woman present burst into a fit of laughter at the imagery. Stretching his arms overhead, Alex stifled a yawn before dropping his arms. "I think its past time we all got some shut eye. Let's tidy up then call it a night," he ordered half-heartedly.

The ladies pulled together all the remaining cutlery and the leftover food and headed back to the kitchen. Alex grumbled as they all shooed him out when tried to help with the clean-up. Though he appreciated their sentiment, he was a man capable of tidying up his own messes. Growing up with Commodore Hamilton as a father figure made him a self-sufficient sort that rarely left a mess behind.

Still, he was the Captain of the Perseus and he had a duty to the ship, his crew and the precious cargo they carried. He walked along the well-lit corridors until he came to his quarters. Stepping through the door after scanning his hand, he walked over to the wardrobe and took off his clothes. After stowing them, he walked naked to his shower and stepped under the hot and enticing spray, sluicing away his aches, pains and worries for as long as he could manage.

As he stood there, beneath the deluge of relaxing liquid, he remembered that he had left his dress jacket back in the lounge. He resolved to go back and get it once he'd relaxed some more. The mantle of Captain was a heavy one, and he wanted to stay out of those shoes, even if only for a few more minutes.

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The ladies had finished their clean-up rather quickly, most of the work being done by the automated machinery that washed, scrubbed and sanitized the dishes they used. Chattering tiredly, all three of them headed back to their quarters on the officer's deck, each one of them particularly bushed.

Nats had dropped off almost the moment her head hit the pillow, but her sense of comfort didn't last, sadly. The nightmares, which had plagued her for years, had returned. There were days and sometimes even weeks where she never had an episode and for a small while, she believed herself to be finally free, but her mind wasn't fully past the horrors she'd endured.

She saw herself in the past, reliving a painful memory. It was several years ago, when she had finished a shift at Nightingale's, an adult entertainment club that advertised the best dancers on all of Solarion Station. She'd been one of the top dancers there and often walked away each shift with her credit account topped up from the various whales who'd come to see her dance.

She was heading back to her apartment, in one of the more secure districts on the station, but that didn't mean that there weren't dangers lurking about. She'd seen several of them coming, all males, trying to corner her, but she'd take a few different route deviations, hoping to throw them off. Apparently, they'd cased the route she'd taken and had been prepared.

More than a dozen of them had come out and corralled her before she knew that she was trapped. Resolving to fight her way out, Natalya engaged three of them and dealt them all lethal blows before the rest of them rushed in, subduing her. They pawed at her clothes, wanting to see and touch what lay beneath them. They taunted her and jeered, going on about how they would finally get their piece of her.

Taking a quick look about, Nats recognized many of them. They were customers from Nightingale's, who were barred from entering again for getting too handsy and aggressive with her. She wondered why they were all here and how they had managed to co-ordinate an assault on her. She didn't have to wait long for her answer. Out of the shadows of an alley they dragged her into, stepped a figure she both loathed and feared; Rat-Faced Mike.

Somehow he had tracked her down and gathered himself another gang of men, willing to do his bidding. She fought hard against her captors, but the ones holding her were meat headed juice monkeys. Breaking free of them was going to require more strength than she had. Even though she trained to the edge of what a human woman was capable of, it wouldn't be enough.

Rat Face's taunting and laughing came as it always did, but instead of enduring the horror of what was to come, Natalya had forced herself to wake, snapping out of the nightmare with a scream. Shuddering with revulsion, she took in her surroundings, reminding herself that she aboard the Perseus and that she was safe from that scum. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, the dark-skinned woman padded over to the wardrobe next to her bed and pulled out a large, comfy hoodie.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a few breaths, then pulled the garment over her white skin tight shirt and bikini briefs she wore as pajamas. Knowing she would not get anymore sleep at the moment, Natalya walked out of her room and made her way back to the officer's lounge.

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Alex had just stepped out of the shower, drying off and grabbing a nightblue t-shirt and black pair of lounge pants, the large Slavic man ambled along to the lounge where he left his jacket. It didn't take him long before he had walked through the door to retrieve the item he forgot. He was surprised though, to see Miss Vostrikov sitting at a table, with her back to him, drinking something.

"Chief?" he called quietly. Jumping slightly, the startled woman turned her head, then let out an easy breath after seeing who it was.

"Apologies, sir. I thought I was the only one awake at the moment," Nats said formally.

"No need to stand on formality Miss Vostrikov. Right now, we're just two people aboard this ship," the Captain said gently.

"Well, if that's the case, you can call me Nats then...... Alex," she smirked as she looked at him. Smiling back, he walked over to where she sat and noted that it was a bottle of vodka that she was busy downing. Having already killed nearly half the bottle, Alex was impressed by her ability to hold her liquor.

"Mind if I join you? I could use a night cap myself," the brawny man asked politely. Nodding and gesturing with her glass, the captain seated himself after he went to retrieve a glass for himself. Pouring in a generous amount of the clear liquid, he took a strong swallow of the alcohol, the burning sensation comforting him as it went down.

"Can't sleep?"

Shaking her head, Nats took another shot from her glass, attempting to drown her memories in the liquor. Alex noted the haunted look in her eyes, knowing she was dealing with something that had scarred her in the past.

"Hey," he called to her softly. Looking up, her eyes met his, and she saw nothing but compassion there. "I may be the Captain of this ship and your new Commanding Officer, but I maintain an open door policy. If there's something you need to talk about or just want to vent, you can talk to me. I'll always listen."

Sniffing, Natalya looked at him with gratitude before asking, "Is it OK if I ask you to hold me while I cry? I just...."

Without a word, Alex got up and was seated next to Natalya, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The moment she nestled into his chest is when the dam broke, all of her emotion spilling out onto him. She cried into his shirt, her hot tears staining it, but he didn't care. Alex knew that this was a woman who needed comfort in a galaxy that offered none. After a while, her crying ceased and her breathing steadied, her posture relaxing.

"Feeling better?" the big man asked. Straightening up and wiping her face from the remnants of her tears, Nats nodded while saying, "Yes, much. Thank you Alex. I'm sorry that I ruined your shirt," she said apologetically.

"Ah, it's no big deal," the captain said, waving off her concern. "Nothing a wash can't fix."

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?" he queried.

"Just roll with everything, take it in stride without missing a beat? Anyone else I know and know of, would have been overwhelmed by the sheer immensity of what has happened to them. You take each hit like it means nothing and just keep rolling," Natalya wondered, somewhat awed by his resilience.

"What choice do I have? Should I just throw my hands up in the air and say, 'Oh shit we're gonna die?'" Alex remarked sarcastically.

Managing a snuffly laugh, Nats continued, "Your parents must have done a hell of a job raising you sir, if you turned out like this!"

Face darkening, Alex sighed heavily as he himself remembered a particularly painful memory of his own.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir! I forgot that everyone you know is gone."

"It's all right Nats. We're all still adjusting," he said.

"They must have been so proud of you though!" Nats went on, trying to change the outlook of the topic.

"I honestly wouldn't know Chief."

"Didn't you have anyone you left behind on Earth at the time? Family, friends?" Natalya asked soothingly.

"No," he replied, shaking his head solemnly. "My family died long before I enlisted, during the Unification War. Both my parents were killed in the Toronto Massacre."

Wincing, Natalya recalled that bloody point in history. Toronto had been deemed a safe city, a sanctuary for refugees and citizens who wanted no part of the war. That changed when the Soldiers of the White Light, a brutal band of elitist zealots, had attacked the city to make their mark on history. It had marked them as cold, merciless butchers, who held no regard for human life. Men, women, children, babies, none were spared in their onslaught.

It was nearly a day before any semblance of resistance was mustered to fight back, but by that time, the Soldiers had retreated, leaving thousands of dead in their wake. Though the Republican Armed Forces disavowed all ties to the Soldiers of the White Light, everyone knew that it was them who outfitted and trained the Soldiers in the first place.

The Toronto Massacre was a turning point in the war, rallying the many disparate factions and groups into one massive army with one singular purpose; the utter destruction of the RAF and any who were affiliated with them. Eventually, every Soldier was caught, tried and executed for their part in the butchery of the innocent civilians.

Though she knew that he was hurting from the memory, Natalya knew better than to press him. He'd tell her about it full, when he was ready to. When someone was in pain, she knew that if you prodded them to share it, you'd only drive them further away. She knew all about that, more than most people realized.

"Seems we've both lost people we love and care about," Nats said, reaching out and squeezing Alex's shoulder. Feeling compassion for the big man, she used her right hand to draw his face upwards to look at hers. For the first time since she met him, she saw a softness in his eyes, showing that even he was human. Their gazes locked for a moment, before he grabbed her face and drew it towards his own, his lips seeking hers out.

The moment their lips met, a spark rippled through both of them, consuming all rational thought. Nats was surprised with his directness, but once she felt the jolt, she threw her entire being into kissing him back. Their arms wrapped around each other as they kissed, feeling and groping each other as their passion consumed them.

They broke apart, coming up for air, still looking at each other. In him, Natalya saw a man who had lost more than anyone should, like her. Alex saw the same thing in her, knowing full well the empty void that came with losing family. Without a second thought, they came together again, kissing in a passionate, lustful frenzy, opening their mouths and letting their tongues play back and forth with each other.

Unzipping her hoodie, the chocolate-skinned woman let it drop to the floor as her hands then found the hem of the captain's shirt, pulling it upwards. Taking the hint, Alex raised his arms, letting Natalya pull it up over his head, exposing his solid musculature to the cool air. Taking a moment to admire his physique, which was hard and chiseled, Nats felt the raw power that was contained within this man.

Shivering in delight as her hands played across his exposed chest, the big man reached for the hem of Natalya's shirt, slowly dragging his hands along her voluptuous frame. Once he found the bottom, he slowly peeled it upwards as she had with him, unwrapping the gorgeous woman that sat in front of him.

Her tits sprang free of the shirt as her lifted it past her head, full, heavy and aching to be touched. Alex drew Nats close in, placing her back to his chest, sharing their body heat. He then cupped her large mammaries, squeezing them gently as his finger played across her nipples and areolas, juicing every nerve that lay within them. Latching onto her neck like a vampire, he bit down gently, while he used his tongue to tickle her nerves.

Sighing and shuddering in ecstasy, Natalya reached up and caress Alex's head, drawing him into her, wanting more. A moment later, one of his arms, trailed downwards, to the moist heat that permeated from between her legs. As his fingers made contact with her nethers, she moaned encouragingly, egging him to go further.

His right hand sat atop her panties, making slow, deliberate circles around her pussy lips, driving Nats into a frenzy. He was teasing her, and she knew it but she couldn't do anything but receive as she was pinned by his strong arms. After the damp spot on her panties had become a hot, soupy mess, Alex withdrew his hand, only to slip it past the band, into them.

Fingers playing along her folds, Nats moans increased in pitch, getting louder as Alex kept gnawing gently on her neck and frigging her cunt. An orgasm was on its way and fast, there was no stopping it as those fingers strummed her clit. He eventually worked it so his thumb was tapping on her clit, the rest of his hand playing with her opening.

The moment he stuck his middle finger inside her wet pussy, Nats lost it completely and keened as the orgasmic rush hammered her like an anvil. Arching against Alex, she could barely stay seated as the wave of endorphins rolled over her. Disengaging his mouth from her neck, the large man turned her around, pulling her close and kissing her hard and long.

Still recovering from the aftershocks of her orgasm, Nats wrapped her arms around the captain's shoulders, kissing him back. Though neither one of them knew it, they were being watched. Someone was in the kitchen who had been there without either one noticing it.

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Kasumi originally had gone back to the kitchen to grab herself a late-night snack. Nearly six hundred years of cryo sleep was having a profound effect on her appetite. Plus, that cheesecake had been so good! She needed at least another slice before anyone else devoured the rest of it.

She'd heard both Captain Tomisic and Chief Vostrikov and the ensuing chat that happened and had kept quiet and see how things would play out between them. It felt so wrong to eavesdrop but at the same time, it was quite informative, since she knew little about either person. Kas certainly didn't expect them to be at each other like animals in heat!

A part of her wanted to go in there to break this whole thing up, but she couldn't, not like this. So she resolved to watching the both of them, though she dearly wanted to be in Nats' place right now, it was still one hell of a turn on to watch the two of them.

Dressed in a similar fashion to how Natalya was, minus the hoodie, Kasumi had the kitchen door slightly ajar and was seated on a soft stool. She'd slid off her panties a while ago, after seeing what the two new lovers had been up to. Slowly touching her own folds had gotten her riled up, whilst watching her captain diddle the chief.

Having recovered from her orgasm, Nats was working on removing Alex's pants, so she could get at the bulge that lay beneath the fabric. Moments later, his pants were in a heap on the floor and... 'Holy shit!! He's much bigger than I had ever imagined!'

His cock stood at full attention, at least ten inches long and nearly two-and-a-half inches thick, Natalya was similarly pleased with his size. She took Alex's hand and led him to one of the cushy loungers that dotted the room. Thankfully, Kasumi could still get a good eyeful as she saw them get comfortable. Kneeling in front of the massive captain, Nats took a few experimental licks of his cock head, before enveloping it with her mouth. Legs trembling, Kas continued her voyeurism, as she frigged herself closer to climax.

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Head bobbing up and down on his dick, Nats continued to slather her captain's big cock with her saliva, as she sucked it harder, making him as stiff as she could manage. Alex's breathing came in short bursts, between moans and gasps, as he felt every sensation pulsing through him keenly.

Natalya was very enthusiastic, sucking his cock like it was the last thing she'd ever do. She'd occasionally stop, mouthing popping away from his cock, but her tongue would dart out, licking and flicking along his length. She also cupped and massaged his balls, alternating hands between his balls and shaft.

Finally, he'd had enough foreplay, standing up as his dark-skinned lover squealed in protest. She got up with him, about to berate him, only to be kissed, hard and passionately. Reaching around her round, bubble butt, Alex grabbed ahold of her panties in a bunch and tore them away from her from, leaving them in shreds.

Breaking the kiss, Nats looked up at him, wondering what was coming next. In response, he picked her up by the ass, hoisting her into the air like she was little more than a sack of flour. Her tits were right in front of this face, which Alex had noticed and wasted no time in burying his face into her fleshy mounds. He bit, licked and tickled every inch of her flesh that his mouth could reach, while she wrapped her hands around the back of his heads, pushing him to do more.