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| Introduction: Sci-fi story about a nurse in a space going navy of the future. | ||
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This is the beginning of what I hope will be a long series. This first story has very little sex so if you're looking for non-stop sexual action, this is probably not for you. This story draws from several sources for inspiration, Heinlein, Star Trek, Star Wars and Serenity to name a few, as well as my own experiences as a nurse. For the most part the series will not be heavily sexual but will be more of a sci-fi adventure. I intend to be well along with the next installment before posting this so hopefully you won't have to wait long for the next part. -------------------- 1 Kerin never really liked weightlessness but hypno-conditioning had made it tolerable. Still, she cringed upon hearing the weightless alarm that signalled the switching off of the transport's artificial gravity for the imminent docking at OBS-3. Mere seconds later another tone signalled the return of gravity as they switched to the station's gravitational field. A slight change in air pressure was the final indication. They were here, the frontier. The long years of training were over. She knew she had a few minutes before debarkation began so she made a quick check of the tiny cabin, then opened her data tab and took another look at her orders. "Federation Naval Training Center" was across the top, followed by paragraphs assigning her recent classmates to their own new stations. She scrolled down to the only one she cared about. "Rogers, Kerin M. O-107620958 ENS Student Co. N, FNTC, N37-2891. Assigned to: FS Saratoga, CV-33, N26-0087." There followed several lines detailing allowable baggage (practically none), reporting dates, and transportation arrangements. She couldn't stop reading it when orders were first posted on the day she graduated from nurse training. The Saratoga! One of the fastest, biggest, most famous ships in the fleet! She kept reading it over and over until finally, on the first leg of her trip her bubble was burst by an Engineering Lieutenant who told her that the Saratoga was actually halfway across the sector undergoing a refit. He explained that the orders had to have a final assignment and that the Saratoga probably did have an open billet for a nurse on paper but that when she got to OBS-3 she would simply be reassigned to whatever ship needed her. The loudspeaker announced that passengers could now disembark so Kerin shut her tab and picked up the small duffel that contained all her possessions. The Federation simplified travel for it's military by issuing them everything needed at each new duty station so all she carried was a very few items of personal clothing, favorite cosmetics and a few mementos. Oh well, whatever ship needed her was going to get the best nurse she could be. She left the cabin and made her way through the corridor and passed through the airlock into the station's docking ring. Though she'd never been to this particular Orbital Base Station, she had been to OBS-1 and the two were essentially identical, so she had no trouble finding her way to the hub and the desk marked "Incoming Personnel." She handed her data tab to the Petty Officer on duty who laid it on his desktop and said "Welcome to OBS three, Sir." The desktop interfaced with the data tab and came to life with lines of text including some flashing red. "You're late," he announced. "Your ship launches in 20 minutes." He handed her back her tab. "Docking ring three, lock G. Better hurry Sir, they'll be buttoning up in a few." Shit! Twenty minutes! And SHE was late? Like SHE was driving the transport? She started off, then she spared a moment to ask, "What ship is it?" The Petty Officer glanced down at the now blank desktop and nudged the corner, restoring the display. "The Swamp Fox, Sir." Wonderful! "Swamp Fox?" What kind of a name was that? The images it conjured up were not encouraging. As she started back toward the docking rings she glanced down at her tab. Sure enough, new orders had been downloaded: "Assigned to: FS Swamp Fox, FL-733, N26-0052." She had no idea what kind of ship designation "FL" even was. The data tab offered directions to the ship though the layout of the station was standard enough that she hardly needed them. Shit! Twenty minutes! Eighteen or so, now. She had no time to change out of the travel coveralls she wore, or even draw a fresh uniform from supply for that matter. She would just make it to the docking ring in time. She was just going to have to report to her new ship dressed as she was. When Kerin arrived at airlock G she presented her tab to one of the two soldiers on guard. He looked at it, saluted and allowed her to pass. As she crossed through the station's airlock to the ship she stopped at some stanchions holding a chain. She spotted the Federation flag painted on the wall of the ship's airlock, saluted as smartly as she could, then saluted a Lieutenant wearing an OOD armband. "Permission to come aboard, Sir," she said. "Come aboard!" the petite brunette answered, then gestured her aside. As Kerin turned, she saw the stanchions and chain being moved and the two soldiers busy buttoning up the lock. "Cutting it pretty close, aren't you?" the Lieutenant asked, turning to watch the securing of the lock. "Sorry Sir, my transport just made the station 15 minutes ago." The Lieutenant laughed, "Yeah, I saw the tug docking and wondered if our new nurse was on it." She dismissed the guards and said, "Well, congratulations on making it then, and welcome to the 'Fox, the finest ship in the fleet!" She offered her hand and Kerin shook it. "I'm Meley," the Lieutenant offered. "I'm afraid we're launching in just a few minutes, so formalities will have to wait. I've got just enough time to get you tucked into quarters, then I have to scoot. This is the flight deck," she continued as she led Kerin toward a pair of ladders mid ship. That it was the flight deck was unnecessary information as several sleek fighters were parked in neat rows ahead of them. They veered slightly from a straight path and Meley reached out and patted the wing tip of a Mk-IV Banshee fighter as they passed. Kerin looked over and saw "LTJG Meley Baily " stenciled under the silvery cockpit canopy. "That's yours?" Kerin asked. "Well, it belongs to The Federation, but they let me use it sometimes." Meley hurried up a ladder and Kerin scrambled after. Then down a corridor and a few turns, leaving Kerin totally lost as Meley knocked on a door and pushed it open. "She's here after all," she announced to the occupants, and to Kerin said, "I'll be back to collect you after we're underway," then hurried off. Two people, male and female, were seated in two of the four chairs around a tiny table. They looked at Kerin, then at each other. "See?" the girl said, "I told you she'd make it!" The male pouted. "Yeah, yeah. You win again, of course. How many paychecks do I owe you now?" "Seven!" He rolled his eyes. "How about a chance to get some back?" "Oh?" "I bet she doesn't sit down before....." Just then the annoying weightless alarm sounded again. ".....we launch." "Done!" the girl shouted, as the two hooked their forearms under the table top and Kerin scrambled for one of the chairs. She almost made it. She took two steps, then her foot missed the floor on the third try and she was flailing in mid-air. "Shit!" the girl said, keeping a grip on the table and reaching out to snatch Kerin and pull her toward a chair. "Grab on! God you're slow girl!" Kerin grabbed the chair, which fortunately was latched to the floor and just managed to twist herself into the seat as the second tone sounded and the ship's gravity field cut in. As gravity slowly built back toward a standard one G, Kerin found herself seated at the table with the other two. The girl laughed and said, "Hi, I'm Tylia and this is Brence." "I'm Kerin Rogers, I'm a nurse." "We know that," Tylia said smugly. "Meley said she was going to put the new nurse in with us." Introductions all around followed. Their names were Tylia Pellis and Brence Tharson. They were both pilots, or as Brence put it, "She's the hot shot fighter jock, I'm just a bus driver." "He's not just a bus driver," Tylia had said, "He's the best bus driver." They seemed eager to talk about themselves and the Swamp Fox, and Kerin learned that they were both JG's, that Tylia was indeed a fighter pilot, and that Brence was a shuttle pilot, which he termed 'bus driver.' Tylia insisted that he really was much more than that, piloting one of the 'Fox's two assault boats, and that he was fearless and skillful. They told her that the 'Fox, as they called the ship, was classed as a frigate, but operationally was a long range scout, exploration, reconnaissance and interdiction vessel. She carried a detachment of fighters from Federation Fighter Attack Squadron 477, and a platoon of Federation Rangers from C company, 3rd Ranger battalion. She was capable of operating as part of a larger fleet, or operating independently for extended periods. She gleaned that they were quite proud of the ship and it's crew. Kerin told them a little about herself, that she was from Aldalen, about her training and admitted that this was her first assignment, fresh out of school. What she didn't tell them was that she had a 'thing' for pilots, especially fighter pilots, and that she thought they were both cute. She was just about to ask if she was supposed to room with them permanently, or did Meley just stick her here temporarily during the launch, when there was a knock on the door and Meley looked in. She no longer wore the OOD armband. "Sorry," she said, "Had to do my part to get the ship underway. Kerin, if you are ready, I can help you report in now." 2 Kerin glanced down at the coverall uniform she still wore. "Um, I'd like to get a change of uniforms before....." "Sorry, that was really just a rhetorical question. I promised to get you delivered in five minutes, so let's bounce. They'll get you squared away, don't worry." "We'll see you later," said Tylia. Meley led her out of the cabin and down the corridor. "After you get checked in, ask one of the people from medical to show you around ship." Kerin was going to need the tour as again, after a couple of turns she doubted her ability to find her way back to the cabin she had just left. It wasn't long however, before Meley took her through a hatch marked "Dispensary." Here Meley left her in the charge of another Ensign, who introduced himself as Brendon Nicolai, and Kerin began learning about what her job would be aboard the Swamp Fox. The Swamp Fox was a small ship by Federation standards but still carried a substantial medical department. There were two doctors, four nurses (five now, with Kerin) and several corpsmen, as well as a few clerks and technicians. Normally a ship the 'Fox's size would carry far less, but because she operated at extreme range from bases and for extended periods, she carried 'extra' crew. She met briefly with LCDR Val Herron, the Department head, and was told that Brendon would be assigned to orient her to the ship and her duties. So Brendon showed her around the sick bay, as the dispensary was called. There was a small ward of four beds, one isolation room, one OR, and two exam rooms. She met LTJG Pamy Thingte, another one of the nurses, after which Brendon said, "Well, that's about all there is. Doctor Herron said you should start standing watch with me tomorrow, so I guess you're free for now." "Free?" "Well, yeah. You know, do whatever you need to do. Go back to your cabin, rest, whatever." Kerin had to confess that not only did she not know where her cabin was, she wouldn't know how to get there if she did. Brendon checked with a clerk and told her, "Ah. It looks like all the cabins assigned to Medical are full so they're bunking you with Aviation." He read her off a cabin number, but while she understood the general nomenclature of the compartment locations, she couldn't find it herself, so Brendon assigned a corpsman to take her there. It turned out to be the cabin with Tylia and Brence, though when she got back, only Brence was around. He told her Tylia was on a training mission and said, "They brought your stuff," pointing to a bundle of things on what she had to assume was her bunk. She now had uniforms. She unpacked the bundle, hanging things in the tiny closet space Brence showed her. One set of dress whites, three sets of light blue scrubs, and two dark blue pairs of what she called 'coveralls,' but Brence insisted were 'flight suits.' There was also some exercise wear, some underwear and two pairs of shoes. Brendon had given her a plan sheet for the day and she knew it was almost mealtime but she wanted a shower. On the way to the cabin the corpsman had pointed out the officer's wardroom and the junior officer's showers and she was pretty sure she wouldn't have any problem finding them again so she gathered a few things and went off the take a shower. The showers had been almost deserted, the lone other occupant finishing his shower and leaving just as Kerin stepped in. She spent most of her time washing her carrot coloured hair, then quickly dried and dressed in one of her newly issued flight suits. She turned the wrong way as she left the shower room but quickly realized it and doubled back. The mistake did allow her to find the ship's Recreation and Morale center and she almost went in. Since graduation she had been traveling and hadn't had the opportunity to take care of her social needs. Oh sure, there were R & M Officers available on each of the three different transports she had had to travel on, but she had decided to wait, to save her recreation chits, thinking she would have several days of casual time at the OBS waiting for assignment. Those several days turned out to be several minutes and now, her tab showing seven unused recreation chits, she was starting to feel needy. Well, it would have to wait at least another couple of hours. Another need was making itself known. She was hungry. She was pleased with herself after that one wrong turn, when she found her way back to the cabin. Brence was there, looking impressive in his whites. She took another look at the plan sheet and sure enough, she was required to be in dress uniform for dinner this first day in space. She got out the newly issued uniform and noted all the proper insignia in place. The thin stripe of gold on the cuff still thrilled her. She was an officer in the Federation Navy, something she had worked toward for so many long years. Of course Brence's uniform made hers look pretty plain. Oh, his JG stripe was barely thicker than her ensign's but he had a double row of decorations beneath the gold wings on his chest, in contrast to the single little service ribbon she had earned. She wasn't sure, but she thought his topmost ribbon represented a Silver Sun. They didn't give those out for driving a bus, no matter how well you did it! She began to be more impressed with her new roommate. As she started to remove the coveralls there was no thought of privacy. Ever since her first day of prep school at Abbey Military Academy back on her home world of Aldalen things had been unisex, partly in preparation for navy life, where conditions on most ships simply didn't allow for any segregation of sexes. So she stripped down to her underwear, barely paying any mind to Brence being in the room. That is, until she became aware of the attention he was paying to her. Once she became convinced that he was paying more than just casual notice to her near nudity, something happened. Maybe it was her lack of recent sex, maybe it was her 'thing' for pilots, coupled with those ribbons he displayed. Maybe it was just the fact that he was darned cute! Whatever the reason, something made her want to be a little bit naughty. There was no need to change her undies, after all, she had been wearing them for just the few minutes since her shower, but since he seemed willing to look, she decided to show off a bit. She stripped off the standard issue bra she wore, letting her breasts free. Now they weren't all that impressive she knew, but they were nice. Perhaps a bit smaller than average, but nicely shaped, with tiny, coral coloured nipples. She was pleased to note that his attention had not waned because now she showed him what she really wanted him to look at. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of the plain bikini panties and slipped them down, past her knees and off. She folded the panties to put them away, being sure to stand so that he had a three-quarter view of what she thought of as one of her best assets, the soft, densely curled, ginger coloured pubic hair with which she had been blessed. She had tried the depilatories, at times in school it had even been required, but her various sexual partners, as well as her counselors and instructors had urged her to let it grow so she had returned to a trimmed but more or less full covering. Not that it concealed much, being so thin and soft as it was. Her thoughts turned to visions of Brence nuzzling into those curls. Damn! Her attempts at teasing her roommate had backfired, teasing herself just as much! She was just too horny. She was going to have to pay a visit to recreation as soon as she could! She replaced the panties with the boy short style she preferred, then put on one of her own bras, pretty plain still, but with a little more lift than the issued one. Once she had covered up she glanced at Brence and smiled apologetically, hoping she hadn't gone too far with her little show and he smiled back, reassuring her. She finished dressing and spent a moment with the mirror, applying with a few brush strokes the simple makeup scheme that had been devised for her. Brence had stood up as she finished and now announced that they needed to 'bounce,' in order to make it to dinner on time. Brence escorted her to the wardroom and helped her with the formalities of 'joining.' Kerin had a hard time understanding why she had to pay for her meals. If the Federation needed the money, couldn't they just pay her a bit less? She had never been able to figure it out and the only explanation anyone ever offered was tradition. Brence left her after pointing out that the Captain, who normally dined in a smaller more private room, would be eating with them in the wardroom today. The Swamp Fox had a total of 48 officers on board, although only a half dozen or so were needed to actually run the ship. The extra numbers were Aviation, Rangers, Medical and Recreation officers. Only about 20 were present in the wardroom, the rest standing watch, or like Tylia, many of the pilots on the training mission. They were seated by rank, with the Captain, CDR Jeana Sturnand, seated at the end of the table to her right. Although she later found that she was exactly two weeks senior to one of the Ranger 2nd Lieutenants, who was not present, Kerin was the junior commissioned officer at the table. As such, she was seated near the low end of the table, but she did have company to her left. The Recreation officers, five of them, who were classed as Warrant Officers were all junior in rank to her. Two were seated on her side of the table, with three across from her, one directly across. Kerin, horny as she felt, struggled not to look at them. Not only were they beautiful, all five were breathtakingly sexy, even covered nearly head to toe in their dress whites. Kerin was absolutely going to have to visit the R & M center after dinner. She wondered if one of these five would be on duty then. She hoped the little dark one was! Although the five comported themselves as proper naval officers, by nature and by training they couldn't help being bright and bubbly, even 'Pass the butter," sounded musical and seductive. Kerin tried to keep her attention off of them and to the officers on her right and fortunately stewards began serving the meal to help distract her. The meal it turned out, was enough distraction for at least a few minutes. The appetizer was what Kerin first assumed to be a synthesized seafood cocktail but when she began to eat, she was surprised to find that it was actual, real shrimp! It would have cost a fortune back home on the oceanless world of Aldalen and she had eaten real shrimp only twice before in her life. The rest of the meal was good, but nothing as fancy as the appetizer and they never had shrimp again, but it made her feel special for a while. As the meal was ending the Captain spoke briefly and asked those officers who were new to the ship to introduce themselves. They went by rank, with an engineering Lieutenant speaking first, then a new shuttle pilot. Kerin had time to realize that she was going to have to say something but couldn't think of anything profound so all she could say was that this was her first assignment and how she would do her best. It turned out that one of the Warrant Officers, the dark one she had noticed earlier, was also new. Her name was Darsee Heson and she was from a world called Kerry. She was still a Junior Warrant Officer although the Swamp Fox was her second ship, the first having been FS Cambridge. She was tiny and deliciously brown with short, spikey, black hair. Her teeth were the whitest white, and Kerin, now that she was speaking, couldn't keep her eyes off of her. When Darsee finished the Captain spoke again but Kerin could barely concentrate. About all she remembered was that the Captain expected them to learn about the ship's history. When the meal was over she looked for Brence but he was talking to the new pilot and another pilot she didn't know so she found her own way back to the cabin. She took off her whites and put the coveralls/flight suit back on. 3 Kerin forced herself to wait the ship's intercom chimed the watch, hoping maybe Darsee would be on duty when she went to the R & M center. Kerin knew she was being foolish, that any of the rec officers would be able to satisfy her needs and that they weren't allowed to have favorites among the crew, but she couldn't help hoping anyway. When she finally did make her way to the center Darsee was indeed there, but was behind a desk. Kerin gave her her tab and Darsee smiled and said simply, "Hi." It took only a few minutes for Darsee to register her as a crew member. Any member of The Federation military could of course use the Recreation Center if they happened to be aboard ship, but the chits were allocated differently to crew members. Darsee asked if she would like a game of Parcheesi or maybe to sign up for the next cribbage tournament. "Uh, I want to use one of my chits," Kerin told her. Darsee nodded and her fingertips caressed the desktop. "OK. You'll only have to wait a couple minutes." Darsee took her to the smaller of two lounge areas behind the desk, where Kerin barely had time to sit down before another Warrant Officer came in. This one was tall and blond and looked a bit older. Kerin could see that she was a Senior Warrant Officer. Her name tag read only, "Dianie," recreation officers normally only referred to by their fist names. "My, my!" she said, "Aren't you a cutie!" The girl sat down and looked at her own tab, shaking her head slightly. "Shame on you," she said looking up at Kerin. "Neglecting yourself like this! You're a nurse. You understand human needs! Promise me you won't deprive yourself for so long like this again. You must be a bundle of tension." After the chastisement Kerin found herself staring into the deepest blue eyes she could ever remember seeing. It was widely believed that R & M officers could hypnotize you. Kerin wasn't sure about that, maybe it was just that they were so enchantingly beautiful, but she found herself falling into those pools of blue. At some point they moved to a private room. At some point Dianie began touching her, her elbow, her forearm, tracing the curl of her ear. Backs of curled fingers on her cheek. At some point she found herself naked, unaware of having her clothing removed. The touching became kissing, here and there all over her body, then they were on the bed, Dianie now above her and also naked. She was aware that Dianie had been speaking to her the entire time, but couldn't recall a word spoken until finally she said, "What do you want, Kerin?" Kerin couldn't stand it anymore. "I need fucked," she heard herself say. "Oh yeah. I'm gonna fuck you, that's for sure!" From somewhere Dianie had produced a strap on. One of those special ones the R & M officers had, that looked and felt like real flesh. That pulsed and throbbed and ejaculated an artificial semen. She had it positioned against Kerin's opening and Kerin couldn't believe how wet she was when the tip of the cock parted her outer lips. Staring at her with those big blue eyes, Dianie thrust the cock suddenly deeply into her, somehow knowing that rough was what she needed just now. Dianie pulled the cock almost all the way out, once, twice, thrusting it quickly back in both times. She stopped and kissed Kerin, gently, then again, this time roughly as she began fucking her mercilessly. Kerin felt every one of the raised veins and ridges of the fake cock as Dianie thrust it in and out expertly, hitting all the right places. She pounded Kerin repeatedly until at last she said, "Cum for me, honey!" and Kerin felt the fake cock throb, sending jets of simulated semen against her cervix. "Cum for me now," and Kerin did, releasing weeks of pent up need in one sudden convulsive, screaming orgasm. Dianie raised up slightly, pulling the cock out of Kerin's still spasming pussy and getting it off and out of the way, then quickly laid back down atop Kerin, humping against her until she gasped out, "Yes. Yes, I'm fucking you! I'm coming on you!" and Kerin felt Dianie shudder with her own cum before she stopped moving, laying still with her warm, wet pussy pressed to Kerin's. They lay there for several more minutes, recovering from the intensity of the experience. Dianie finally said, "Love you, honey." All Recreation and Morale officers said that and Kerin had asked one of them about it. She had assured her that it was true. "We love everyone who serves The Federation," she had insisted, "Each and every one, collectively and individually. Truly." Dianie got off of her and helped her to sit up. "There," she said. "You needed that, huh?" Kerin nodded. "Promise you won't neglect your sexual needs?" Kerin nodded again and Dianie kissed her. "Good girl." Dianie stood up and gathered Kerin's clothing, giving it to her. "When you're ready, that door will take you to the waiting room," she said. "You really are a sweetie," she added and then, still naked herself, left by the other door. |
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