Stuck in Tachyon Space
Nov 27, 2022 18:05:51 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Nov 27, 2022 18:05:51 GMT -5
Stuck in Tachyon Space
by Radrook
by Radrook
The colonial resupply ship had suffered a malfunction and had remained in Tachyon Space incapable of reentering normal space for more than five ship hours. Because of this, Captain Ignacio Hernandez, sat perspiring profusely at the ship’s cockpit, contemplating the financial negative consequences for the resupply delay, the docking of his meager salary in order to cover the company’s legal fees.
Not that he didn’t appreciate the practical reasons behind such a policy. After all, some company captains had started to deviate regularly from company schedule to visit certain planets for some R and R and the legal fees ha been piling up and the profit-margin had been reduced o almost breaking even.
This had been going on regularly ever since the Sagittarian System had been included in the company’s colonial re-supply distribution schedule. The main problem were the Sagittarian home-planet's voluptuous blue-skinned humanoid females who were seemingly irresistible to human males.
At first, it seemed a blessing for the extremely lonely human crews of interstellar freighters so horribly isolated from their home worlds. But a with all things that at first seem a blessing, there was a catch. It just so happened that human copulation with one of these Saggitarian females permanently rendered human males incapable of remaining too distant from their presence for too long. Those human males who had stubbornly attempted it, had suffered a mental breakdowns and had been forced to take up permanent residence on the female Sagittarian home world or else risk going mad with the persistent and irresistible urgency to return. After pondering these things, the captain's mind returned to the ship.
“Genaro!” the captain shouted, “have you found out yet what is keeping us from reentering normal space?”
“Eh compadre? Como diche?”
Genaro emerged bare-chested from the engine room where he had been working for the past hour. Not exactly the typical Engineer personality with his bantering and strange propensity at ethnic gibberish, but his credentials had had passed the authentication process. So his abilities were not an issue. His idiosyncratic personality was another matter.
He was an emergency replacement for former engineer who had suffered a fatal heart attack during the ship’s last stop to resupply the Centurion system colonists. He’d had sex with a Saggitarian Maiden on a previous run and had stubbornly tried to ignore the overwhelming urge to go back. Tranquilizing medication didn't help.
“I said, do you know--” the captain was about to repeat.
“Yeah, yeah compadre, I heard you.”
“If you heard me, then why are you wasting time by asking me what I said?"
“Well sir, that’s just reflex from my twenty years of once being married to a Sagittarian female. Heh! Heh! You know how they are. Ask them something and they make like they --”
“I don’t really care about your previous marriages. I just want a report on the status of the engines! Wait a second? You were married to a Sagittarian female?” There had been absolutely no indication that Genaro was stricken in the typical way that others were. So it came as a complete shock.
“Chico! Calm down! Calm down!” Genaro replied with a wide forced smile. “Don’t be to be so touchy. Everything is completely under control.”
The captain wanted to pursue the matter, but the immediate problem of the Tachyon ship Tardyon reconversion engines needed to take priority.
“If everything is under control, then what are we doing still stuck in Tachyon Space?” The captain pointed to the view screen displaying of a grey exterior reality completely devoid of stars.
“Don’t worry. A few more tweaks and she will reconvert back to Tardyon and will rapidly kazooom out of here”
“You don’t seem to realize the gravity of our situation, do you Genaro?” The captain's pale hands were shaking visibly, and his upper lip quavered below his white mustache. He had been in the military and served as a sergeant during the solar system insurrection wars. The experience had left him with little patience for those who did not take dangerous situations seriously enough.
“So let me explain it to you in detail. Capain Hernandez said, “We have exactly two more hours to make our delivery on time. You know what happens if we don’t, don’t you?”
“You mean to tell me that it’s really all true about how the company docks our salary for late arrivals?”
“Listen Genaro, and listen carefully on what I am about to say." the captain said as he took two quick strides toward Genaro who flinched his unexpected and unusually rapid approach.
"I am patient with you because you are new on this ship and your services are urgently needed. So a certain amount of leniency on my part is appropriate. But let me advise you, Genaro, my patience does have its limits.”
Genaro had initially been listening with a devil-may-care, jovial expression on his tan face. But it was suddenly replaced by one of seething anger.
“I don’t like to be threatened sir!” he grunted.
“It isn’t a threat Genaro," the captain calmly responded, “it is merely a statement of fact." The Captain momentarily placed his hand on his holstered sonic blaster to emphasize his point.”
“I understand. I will get to work!” Genaro said after looking angrily away.
“Please do, and thank you!”
“It’s my job sir!” Genaro responded in a flippant tone of voice that captain Garcia didn’t like and slipped back down the narrow hatch leading to the engine room. Captain Genaro felt like pursung the matter, but any further argument would only serve to delay the colonial ressuply delivery and he couldn’t afford to let that happen again. Once had almost bankrupted him, and he just couldn’t afford a repeat.
An hour later, the ship was still firmly stuck in Tachyon space.
By that point Captain Hernadez's stomach-ulcer was acting up. He was drinking a mixture of anti-acids to neutralize the corrosion of his stomach linings, but they weren’t doing much good.
As the hours passed and the ship remained totally locked in hyperspace, Captain Hernandez finally decided to check up on Genaro. So forcing himself despite his agony, he descended through the entry hatch leading to the engine room below.
The Engine engine room was approx. the size of a basketball court and was very dimly lit with computer consols along the bulkhead walls. At a far corner, Captain Hernandez could see Engineer Genaro sitting at one of those consoles feverishly tapping the keys to the computer with his index finger.. Captain Hernandez figured that Genaro was working on the engine-configuration problems, and felt greatly relieved.
In fact, now he suddenly began to feel outright guilty for sneaking up on Genaro like that. After all, extricating a ship from Tachyon Space wasn’t a simple matter, it was a matter of life or death, and if one calculation was slightly off, it would be over in a flash.
So maybe it was perfectly understandable why Genaro was taking so finding the solution to their problem. Besides, Genaro was a rookie, which meant he was still wet behind the ears in terms of on-the job experience and so deserved to be given the benefit of the doubt.
So captain Hernandez decided to allow him more time without any added pressure. But as he turned to leave, he thought he detected certain groans and moans from the computer that Genaro was using. Had the sounds been static, or some other totally acceptable typical noise computer-generated sound, then OK. But moans and groans?
Still he hesitated since he really didn't want to pressure this new crewmember. But as Captain Hernandez moved closer, he noticed that the computer screen was not displaying any engine-room data. Instead, it was displaying the nude, voluptuous, velvet smooth humanoid bodies of blue-skinned Sagittarian females in various stages of copulation, scenes that Genaro had illegally recorded during one of their previous trips to the Sagittarian home world.
Well, at least Genaro felt nothing when the sonic blaster that was vibrating snuggly in the Captain's hand cleanly severed his head from his shoulders and sent it flying against the ship bulkhead. It was exactly as the famous saying went: An entirely painless Sagittarian-Female- induced experience.
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Not that he didn’t appreciate the practical reasons behind such a policy. After all, some company captains had started to deviate regularly from company schedule to visit certain planets for some R and R and the legal fees ha been piling up and the profit-margin had been reduced o almost breaking even.
This had been going on regularly ever since the Sagittarian System had been included in the company’s colonial re-supply distribution schedule. The main problem were the Sagittarian home-planet's voluptuous blue-skinned humanoid females who were seemingly irresistible to human males.
At first, it seemed a blessing for the extremely lonely human crews of interstellar freighters so horribly isolated from their home worlds. But a with all things that at first seem a blessing, there was a catch. It just so happened that human copulation with one of these Saggitarian females permanently rendered human males incapable of remaining too distant from their presence for too long. Those human males who had stubbornly attempted it, had suffered a mental breakdowns and had been forced to take up permanent residence on the female Sagittarian home world or else risk going mad with the persistent and irresistible urgency to return. After pondering these things, the captain's mind returned to the ship.
“Genaro!” the captain shouted, “have you found out yet what is keeping us from reentering normal space?”
“Eh compadre? Como diche?”
Genaro emerged bare-chested from the engine room where he had been working for the past hour. Not exactly the typical Engineer personality with his bantering and strange propensity at ethnic gibberish, but his credentials had had passed the authentication process. So his abilities were not an issue. His idiosyncratic personality was another matter.
He was an emergency replacement for former engineer who had suffered a fatal heart attack during the ship’s last stop to resupply the Centurion system colonists. He’d had sex with a Saggitarian Maiden on a previous run and had stubbornly tried to ignore the overwhelming urge to go back. Tranquilizing medication didn't help.
“I said, do you know--” the captain was about to repeat.
“Yeah, yeah compadre, I heard you.”
“If you heard me, then why are you wasting time by asking me what I said?"
“Well sir, that’s just reflex from my twenty years of once being married to a Sagittarian female. Heh! Heh! You know how they are. Ask them something and they make like they --”
“I don’t really care about your previous marriages. I just want a report on the status of the engines! Wait a second? You were married to a Sagittarian female?” There had been absolutely no indication that Genaro was stricken in the typical way that others were. So it came as a complete shock.
“Chico! Calm down! Calm down!” Genaro replied with a wide forced smile. “Don’t be to be so touchy. Everything is completely under control.”
The captain wanted to pursue the matter, but the immediate problem of the Tachyon ship Tardyon reconversion engines needed to take priority.
“If everything is under control, then what are we doing still stuck in Tachyon Space?” The captain pointed to the view screen displaying of a grey exterior reality completely devoid of stars.
“Don’t worry. A few more tweaks and she will reconvert back to Tardyon and will rapidly kazooom out of here”
“You don’t seem to realize the gravity of our situation, do you Genaro?” The captain's pale hands were shaking visibly, and his upper lip quavered below his white mustache. He had been in the military and served as a sergeant during the solar system insurrection wars. The experience had left him with little patience for those who did not take dangerous situations seriously enough.
“So let me explain it to you in detail. Capain Hernandez said, “We have exactly two more hours to make our delivery on time. You know what happens if we don’t, don’t you?”
“You mean to tell me that it’s really all true about how the company docks our salary for late arrivals?”
“Listen Genaro, and listen carefully on what I am about to say." the captain said as he took two quick strides toward Genaro who flinched his unexpected and unusually rapid approach.
"I am patient with you because you are new on this ship and your services are urgently needed. So a certain amount of leniency on my part is appropriate. But let me advise you, Genaro, my patience does have its limits.”
Genaro had initially been listening with a devil-may-care, jovial expression on his tan face. But it was suddenly replaced by one of seething anger.
“I don’t like to be threatened sir!” he grunted.
“It isn’t a threat Genaro," the captain calmly responded, “it is merely a statement of fact." The Captain momentarily placed his hand on his holstered sonic blaster to emphasize his point.”
“I understand. I will get to work!” Genaro said after looking angrily away.
“Please do, and thank you!”
“It’s my job sir!” Genaro responded in a flippant tone of voice that captain Garcia didn’t like and slipped back down the narrow hatch leading to the engine room. Captain Genaro felt like pursung the matter, but any further argument would only serve to delay the colonial ressuply delivery and he couldn’t afford to let that happen again. Once had almost bankrupted him, and he just couldn’t afford a repeat.
An hour later, the ship was still firmly stuck in Tachyon space.
By that point Captain Hernadez's stomach-ulcer was acting up. He was drinking a mixture of anti-acids to neutralize the corrosion of his stomach linings, but they weren’t doing much good.
As the hours passed and the ship remained totally locked in hyperspace, Captain Hernandez finally decided to check up on Genaro. So forcing himself despite his agony, he descended through the entry hatch leading to the engine room below.
The Engine engine room was approx. the size of a basketball court and was very dimly lit with computer consols along the bulkhead walls. At a far corner, Captain Hernandez could see Engineer Genaro sitting at one of those consoles feverishly tapping the keys to the computer with his index finger.. Captain Hernandez figured that Genaro was working on the engine-configuration problems, and felt greatly relieved.
In fact, now he suddenly began to feel outright guilty for sneaking up on Genaro like that. After all, extricating a ship from Tachyon Space wasn’t a simple matter, it was a matter of life or death, and if one calculation was slightly off, it would be over in a flash.
So maybe it was perfectly understandable why Genaro was taking so finding the solution to their problem. Besides, Genaro was a rookie, which meant he was still wet behind the ears in terms of on-the job experience and so deserved to be given the benefit of the doubt.
So captain Hernandez decided to allow him more time without any added pressure. But as he turned to leave, he thought he detected certain groans and moans from the computer that Genaro was using. Had the sounds been static, or some other totally acceptable typical noise computer-generated sound, then OK. But moans and groans?
Still he hesitated since he really didn't want to pressure this new crewmember. But as Captain Hernandez moved closer, he noticed that the computer screen was not displaying any engine-room data. Instead, it was displaying the nude, voluptuous, velvet smooth humanoid bodies of blue-skinned Sagittarian females in various stages of copulation, scenes that Genaro had illegally recorded during one of their previous trips to the Sagittarian home world.
Well, at least Genaro felt nothing when the sonic blaster that was vibrating snuggly in the Captain's hand cleanly severed his head from his shoulders and sent it flying against the ship bulkhead. It was exactly as the famous saying went: An entirely painless Sagittarian-Female- induced experience.
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