by Mia Rose
“Wonderful fighters are hard to find.”
We’ve left our land to go to the central hot spot to ready the space fighters, and Chollo and I are grateful that our King has enabled our planet with so many well-equipped craft. It has been a long time since we faced such a harsh threat, with no shields defending Zunov.
At the hangar, the usual crews are there, where each fighter craft has a two Zorg male crew. An engineer and a fighter. The fighter deploys weapons, tactics and air control, and the engineer maintains the navigation, coolers, thrusters and scouts for hostiles as well.
We’re still waiting to get our instructions from Garion the Lead Fighter, but we have arrived early, so there are about five hundred or so Zorg male teams waiting to hear the tactical speech before we are deployed.
Chollo and I have been friends for many years, and we are assigned to Farrion 5 for this mission. Farrion 5 is one of the newer craft, which has a very high technology enabling it to self -evade hostile enemies. We have familiarized ourselves with our craft in many simulations, which we have been learning five times a week, after our crop work.
For now, we can hear that the Darenoids are waiting for more craft, before placing Zunov under a major attack. The pirates will stop at nothing to steal from us and take our lands.
The female Zorgs are led by Leader Tarenka, who is in charge of Lead Ground Support, and she will be giving the females their instructions for this locality on our planet. The Zorg females fight well on the ground, as we males take to the skies in our fighter craft.
Garion walks to the podium of the hangar now, to address the two hundred and fifty teams.
“Welcome my male Zorg friends. We are to deploy now with teams one, nine, five and eighteen, then rotate with teams three, seventeen, eighty-one and two. The times and teams are given on the notice board, make sure you leave on time, so we can bombard the Darenoids without pausing. They will not be expecting our deployment this soon. The pattern for this fight is elton, bera, silio and darention. The first teams leave in ten minutes.”
Chollo and I race to our ship, the Farrion 5. She sits fuelled and ready to go in bay forty-eight. We know we are first to go, and the hour will seem like days, up in hostile skies. We wait for communication, as the hatches open and we are ready for deployment. The sky slowly unfolds above to the beautiful orange of the afternoon. It changes every hour, and this color is my favorite.
The comms are signaling time to go, and the thrusters are ready. First teams push in, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two and up we go. The push is zero-g.
Chollo sits beside me and smiles at me.
“Let’s give them everything we’ve got!” he says.
I concentrate on locating the hostiles with my laser sensors, and on screen are over forty dots surrounding us. We get into position to maintain the pattern for this run. Every pattern is given in a zig-zag shape, and because each space fighter is deployed at a different spot from the hangar, it covers every inch of space in the sky.
“We are in position in five, four, three, two and, go!” says Chollo, maintaining the input codes as we go.
I lock onto everything manually. Any hostile fighter or craft that is not from Zunov, is targeted upon. The blue lasers are sent out willingly by me as I push and fire at will. The pattern is very curvatious and risky from our perspective, and I cannot afford to miss the shots, as the Darenoids try to laser back with an array of torpedo fire. They use bunting lasers and arownian pulses, which try to steer us off of our course.
Thankfully the Farrion 5 sees the arrays before they get to us, and moves and weaves the ship quickly as we evade hundreds of beams and pulses that try and hit us on our way.
I estimate that we have destroyed over fifty craft as we get close to the center of our pattern. My green hide, is feeling exhausted from the concentration of the close-range battling. The sky is lit up in orange from the vast array of explosions occurring in the normally calm skies above Zunov.
The pattern seems like a zig-zag as we go left, right then up or down, according to the pre-emptive pattern. It is an amazing feat that we have not been hit from a Darenoid hostile, actually.
The Darenoids have an array of stolen craft, and although not very well maintained by them, some of them have technology that is superior to ours on Zunov.
Our computer talks to us within the ship, and tells us a running account of what is happening, as we go. There is no time for talking between Chollo and myself. We are totally reliant upon one another. He navigates and maintains us, while I lock and fire with an unending supply of lasers.
The computer’s current account, “Pattern engaged, and target approaching. Sensors locking, ready, aim and fire. Target destroyed, more hostiles approaching, sensors locking, ready aim, fire. Target destroyed,” says the female Zorg voice.
The voice is simulated to be Princess Burgoy’s voice to give the crews a feeling of encouragement. It is a sweet, but husky tone, that is perfect for war in our fighter craft.
Our pattern is about three quarters complete and the targets become less and less. I see through the window that the other Zorg fighters are having much success with their lasers too. We can’t be complacent, because we know that the Darenoids use trickery and disguise. Without our sensors’ knowledge, there could be another five hundred ships cloaked around. For now, it seems we are winning the battle, using our patterning tactics.
“Tactical engagers deployed,” says the computer.
Our ship moves to the left and then to the far right as lasers flick past us through the air, it is a Perigian fighter craft, stolen from the Gerrs.
“Hold on,” says Chollo allowing the automatic sensors full control. The ship moves like a crazed drone, that has no control over itself. There is no way we can take over manually, because a Perigian fighter craft is superior to ours.
I use everything I have to lock onto the fighter, but it seems to be one step ahead of my lasers every time, it has only hit the back edge of our craft, which thankfully has done nothing significant. Only minor beautification affected.
I know I can’t lock on, because the movements of the craft are too quick, so I change my tactic and lock on to where I feel it will move to next.
“Ready, aim, fire,” says the computer.
The Perigian fighter lost part of its wing, and is still persuing the Farrion 5.
I lock onto another guessed move, “Ready, aim, fire. Target destroyed,” says the computer.
My breath becomes easier now, as we destroy more simple craft, that cannot outrun our technology. Chollo is still locked in intense concentration as he changes from manual overrides to allowing full automated control.
Our pattern is nearly coming to an end, and I can only imagine the devastation of space junk littering the ground. Right now, there is no more movement from space craft in our designated zone, but there are an array of drones filtering out now.
The black drones have been deployed from the mothership higher up in the atmosphere, and I know that they are sent to spy, and see what the Darenoids have lost. Most of them will go down and take data on the destroyed battle craft, and others will be used to survey our lands.
The female Zorgs are well-equipped to take care of the drones, using laser equipment and erton arrays to destroy them on the ground. Chollo and I can’t believe how many float past us, as we look for other hostiles in the skies.
Our pattern has come to an end, and we are now docking back inside the hangar. We are greeted by the next team who will use the Farrion 5, after some refuelling and minor repairs. Also, the data will be saved, and taken to the tactical support team for revision, before she leaves for battle again.
Chollo and I make our way to the Food Hall to replenish ourselves. We want to go and see the drones as soon as we’re done. There must have been two million of them passing us while we were in our pattern, and flying through the sky.
The other Zorg fighters look as exhausted as us, and they fuel their bodi
es with green and red nutritious food, and drink spring water to place back much needed electrolytes into their life stream for replenishment.
We hear them talking about the drones, and we are all taken by the sheer immensity of their presence. Outside the hangar, you can hear them, buzzing around to gain information.
There are many types of drones used by the Darenoids, and these ones are the spying kind. The cannot harm or kill us like the other types are made to do.
Chollo and I make our way outside after filling up our bellies with good, refreshing foods. We look out along the plains and there are millions of them. The purple lasers are constantly beaming and destroying them. The Zorg females, have got a lot of work to do, as we watch the unusual phenomenon take place.
We know it will be only twenty -four hours until our next pattern, so we must get some rest in the hangar. The Zorg females have a well-armed ground crew that spans over the entire planet. They are tactically capable to outwit and outlast any drone attacks, and would negate any help from Zorg males.
Actually, the Zorg females are superior to the males on Zunov, and use us for pleasure. The Zorg males are open to that idea, and offer themselves freely on a social scale. The Zorg females are extremely good looking and appealing to the eye, but they are also harsh with their words and do not see us as very helpful beings. We are used primarily for our space fighting skills, sexual prowess and mating capabilities only.
We live separately from the female communities, who approach us only when they need us for something, and at their leisure.
Many Zorg males delight in being used for sex and are turned on by the dominance of the female species. Sometimes I find that my body is over used, especially by a few of the local women, who like to share my manhood at the same time.
Chollo also has a few regular Zorg’s that take up much of his time after the working hours are done.
Together we run our fields and sell the crops locally, and in our trade with other species. I don’t know what we’ll have left after this attack. We might be lucky, though. Our fields are a fair distance away from the hangar location. There may be just some shrapnel and destroyed drones needed to be removed. We will worry about that when we get time off, tomorrow. One more attack and then some time off.
Thankfully our military is arranged well, so that our green hides don’t become too exhausted. The rotation allows us all to check on our crops and get much needed rest before we are called to battle.
“Wonderful fighters are hard to find.”
Chapter 2
Amelia
“This should be fun!”
“Amelia, Amelia, come quickly to the bridge,” says Rhys excitedly.
I move from the center of the dial in the engineering platform to see what he needs. As I walk through the wide berth I can see that the electronics are flashing wildly. There is a constant array of beeping and the computers are picking up something large on their sensors.
“We are picking up life from the planet Zunov, and there are billions of life forms being scanned by the computer,” says Rhys. His large, brown eyes widening in excitement.
“Rhys, we are to take just geological specimens back to Earth. They may be hostile, and our company states we are to get the specimens because they are important for our research,” I say feeling the anticipation.
Getting close to alien life is always a bit scary, and our vessel was built to withstand any attack. Sometimes I wondered if the job was worth it, actually. I missed my cat and my apartment back in Florida, sometimes. But the scientific part was worth it, and the discoveries were endless out here. Ten light years from Earth, and ready to scan some particles and other technology from an unsuspecting alien planet.
Rhys works with Allen on the bridge of the ship to scan only natural life forms. The computers can determine the makeup, density and weight, and even send pictures to our database. The dial needs my attention in the center again. I must manually override the fuel engager so we can stay anchored in position when we scan the specimens into the labs.
So far, we have collected three hundred and fifty species for study on Earth at my father’s company, Specimenz. Our technology has been heightened by some of the aliens we have met during our travels. They willingly share their knowledge. But studying many different species of plants and animals is my passion as a botanist.
This ship was built from the knowledge base of the Gerrs, from Planet Radon. I doubt the Zorg’s will have much to teach us about technology, because they still seem to travel by shuttle on roads, and from the pictures we’ve scanned, they look very much like primitive, green cavemen. Maybe they will one day see that space crafts are the only way to travel.
“10 minutes until we are in position, Rhys. Open up the anchoring ducts,” I say reading my data on the screen in front of me.
Rhys nods at me in concentration, and then looks through the pictures of females that are filtering into the data base at a thrilling speed. He does it every trip. Looks at the females, and saves pictures. I move to go and pick the specimens I want, after placing the codes in the dial, we are nearly ready for the anchored position. The ship must be precisely stationed for retrieval.
“So many to choose from, and they have fur on their heads, in different colors,” says Rhys jokingly about the females he has scanned into his database.
“Yes, much different to our smooth, rounded bodies. They are colored green and look like they would have their way with you in a heartbeat. I wonder if they will date you on Tinder?” I say, smiling.
“Well I am going for this one with long, black hair,” he says locking her picture into the saving portal.
I am taking my time in choosing, because I will be responsible for the study. There are many geological and plant based forms to enter into the computer.
“Yes, there are gargon rocks and juck berries, oh my goodness, they have juck berries!” I say, as the computer clicks to lock onto them now. The one hundred specimens are all from the large planet, and in different locations from within the hilly terrain.
The ship moves into anchoring position, and the codes work to gain our position, as we sit light years away from our blue planet, called Earth. The sensors have full strength as I look into my comms computer. The targets are being scanned and it will take just a few moments to lock onto them.
Rhys looks less than excited and waits behind the paned glass down the center of the wide berth, for the specimens to appear. Allen sits on the bridge checking the computer as it scans everything into manifestation. I never get tired of the magic!
I walk to my glass window as my chosen specimens appear suddenly in front of me. Rocks, juck berries, sand, fruity shrubs, small buntions, and an alien Zorg male.
“Damn, Allen, you scanned an alien again. How do you keep doing that? Send him back,” I say, not expecting a life form to appear in my science bay.
He is looking around in a confused way, and then sees me looking at him. Okay now he is coming towards me on the other side of the glass, completely naked except for some organic made underpants, that look hessian in their material. He has large yellow eyes, and a very human looking mouth. I try to look away but his muscular body is firmly pressed on the glass, and hessian package is growing larger.
Now the tongue is moving wildly around his mouth, like he is licking a candy on a stick. We have seen this before, many times in other species, and Rhys and I wait patiently for his ritualistic behaviour to stop. Some species can’t help but be chemically attracted to humans, and they exhibit sexually explicit behaviour, without always meaning to. The chemical attraction excites them, to a point where they are just sex crazed!
“Okay, Rhys this alien guy seems to really like me! Can you tell Allen to get a move on teleporting him back to his planet, because I’m sure the girls are missing him! Maybe he can have a cold bath to sort himself out when he gets home,” I say, as I am slightly turned on by the green male’s attraction to me.
Rhys laughs loudly as he
works with Allen to lock onto the Zorg, who is still showing his affection with the immensity of his cock, and sexy, wanting eyes. He would definitely know how to pleasure a female, and I can now hear him giving moans to me, as he touches his manhood. I secretly imagine myself being in the lab, while Allen and Rhys are sleeping soundly in their beds, conveniently.
“Amelia, I can’t lock onto him, the scanners are malfunctioning, you are going to have to talk to him, while Rhys goes to the core to check the scanning ray for problems. I am trying to work it out here too, sorry,” says Allen, concentrating on the screen that flashes wildly in front of him.
“Thanks Allen, I will do my best,” I say looking at the wild male.
The Zorg has an expressive want in his eyes for me, and his hands are pressing on the glass. I signal to him through my hands with an awkward wave, which excites him more as his eyes look at my body, from head to toe. I try to stay calm but the holes in the glass allow him to smell my body, and he can’t help but want me. I race over the desk and grab a chair to place in front of the glass, and he watches me like a hawk watching prey.
“My name is Amelia, and I am a scientist from planet Earth,” I say looking at his bright yellow eyes, that follow me with tremendous anticipation.
“My name is Tulloc, and I am a Zorg from planet Zunov. I have heard about you. You humans live far away from here.”
“You speak English too? Is that your native language?” I say, trying to ignore the hard cock that is still pressed on the glass, and noticeably pulsating for me.
“I speak many dialects. I need clothes. My clothes were removed when I came here and I am naked. Get me clothes and food. Then we may talk more, female one.”
“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t know, I thought you were a naked species. Our scanners must have dumped the clothing, because it wasn’t organic. I’ll get you some clothes and some bread and soup,” I say nervously, as I get up to walk and find clothing and heat the food.
