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The TIE Fighter 2/3
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TIE Fighter Part One continued
At briefings and in the few conversations we were able to have I
slowly realized that J'Una and Commander Cibock were convinced that
the Rebels were up to something big in this sector. Why they felt that
way, or what they expected to happen, I wasn't quite sure. Neither
elaborated due, I'm sure, to the fact that it was contrary to what
higher authority had decreed. What I was sure of, however, was that my
squadron and I had been flying our asses off for four days, we had
found nothing, I was tired and I hadn't been laid since J'Una and I
had had our suck and fuck session right after the X-wing episode.
I was also becoming concerned about the toll that this pace was taking
on our fighters. For the most part, Imperial starfighters are mass
produced on the cheap. That is to say that they are sturdy, competent
craft, but not extravagant. The TIE fighter was an older design that
had been retained in service longer than anticipated due to the
duration and ferocity of the war with the Rebels. This exacerbated the
TIE's already stringent maintenance requirements. The twin ion
engines, the power plant of all Imperial starfighters, were very
temperamental, requiring constant care and frequent adjustments.
Although the TIE is unshielded it possesses a sophisticated
electronics suite which, in the hands of an experienced pilot, can
give the TIE an edge over the X-wing. These electronics were so
vulnerable to being bounced, shaken or rattled (frequent occurrences
in combat) that they required full time maintenance technicians and
robots who did nothing else but fix them after each flight. As the
intervals between flights got shorter, the maintenance was less
complete.
Yesterday one of the pilots in Beta squadron became stranded in
space when his engines failed entirely due to an electronics
malfunction. He had to be towed in. I wanted to ground all of my TIE
fighters to have their electronics checked, but was told to keep
flying.
"GUSTAV, this is Gamma One returning from patrol. Request landing
sequence." We were completing yet another uneventful patrol. This
time, however, my engines felt rough and uneven.
"Roger, Gamma One," replied the flight officer. "Standby for
tractor beam."
"GUSTAV, have some engine diagnostic equipment standing by. I may
be having a problem with the engines and I want them checked out."
"We'll notify the duty maintenance officer," the flight officer
responded.
The maintenance crews had been feverishly working around the
clock to keep our starfighters flying. Although maintenance robots did
a lot of the work the crews were beginning to exhibit signs of
fatigue. Nevertheless they retained about them an air of competence
and reliability that always made a starfighter pilot feel that his
craft was in the best possible condition.
Today's tractor beam operator must have been tired, also. He
bounced my TIE twice before setting it down heavily into its stall.
Maintenance personnel and tech robots swarmed over the starfighter as
I climbed out.
"You reported a problem with the engines, captain?" asked the
maintenance officer, making notes on a computerized maintenance card.
She was Ensign Marina Haarkov. She had been onboard GUSTAV only a
short time, but had quickly established herself as a competent leader
and a capable technician. She had beautiful blonde hair which draped
over her shoulders, and deep blue eyes that you could drown in. She
carried herself in a self-assured, professional manner that was due,
in part I'm sure, to the fact that her father was Admiral Haarkov, a
very successful and senior fleet commander. She exuded confidence and
professionalism. She was also incredibly sexy. Though we had spoken
often, it was always duty related, and always in the hangar or repair
bays.
"Yes, ensign," I said, pulling off my helmet. "The engines felt
rough during acceleration and at high speeds. Additionally, I noticed
some fluctuations in the power distribution system." My tone was one
of professional detachment, but I was looking into her eyes and
smiling as I spoke.
Ensign Haarkov returned the smile. "Alright, captain," she said
briskly. "We'll run some diagnostics on the engines and the power
distribution system and we'll fix your problem."
My smile became a grin. "Ensign," I said,"I'd love for you to fix
my problem."
"And what problem might that be, captain?" she asked innocently.
I shifted my gaze downward to the front of my flight suit. Her
eyes followed mine. Just standing there talking to her had made my
dick hard and it was pushing out against the fabric of my flight suit.
She looked at my crotch for a long moment. I was unsure how she would
react, but I was horny and decided to take a chance.
Marina looked up at me, her eyes twinkling, her lips slightly
parted. "I see your problem, captain," she said, grinning. "I'll come
by your quarters later to help you with it." With that she abruptly
turned away and began supervising the maintenance team that was
working on my TIE fighter. I watched for a few moments, then walked
off the hangar deck.
A few minutes later I entered the access code to my quarters, the
door slid open and I walked in. My quarters were not as extravagant
as, say, J'Una's, but they were comfortable. As a squadron commander I
rated private quarters, so no roommate.
I stripped off my boots, flight suit, shorts and shirt and tossed
the whole wad onto a chair. I rarely upheld Imperial standards of
cleanliness and neatness. I padded naked into the bathroom, programmed
the computer to give me a nice long hot shower, and stepped into the
stall. The hot water felt good and I began to relax and forget how
much flying I had been doing and how tired I was.
In my relaxed state my mind wandered and I began thinking about
the Empire, the Rebellion, the war, and my role in all this. My home
planet of Kuan had endured years of chaos and civil war until the
Empire came in and took charge. In a very short time the strife and
destruction ended, and an orderly, prosperous society emerged. At the
time the price for this welcomed change didn't seem very high. As time
went on, the arrangement resulted in Kuan becoming a cog in the
Imperial machine, living under a military governor, surrendering
self-government. The Kuani people were very well taken care of,
however, and in return provided badly needed material and manpower
resources for the Empire's ongoing war with the Rebellion. I and many
young Kuanis like me, joined the Imperial starfleet not only to serve,
but also to get off the planet and see something of the galaxy.
During my years of service I not only saw a lot of the galaxy, I
fought my way across it, participating in some of the largest and most
brutal battles of the war. The Rebels were fierce, dedicated,
extremely capable, and loyal to an idea that was greater than
themselves, or the Empire for that matter. Whereas most Imperial
starfleet members were fighting because of loyalty to, or fear of, the
Emperor, or because they were conscripted, the Rebels were fighting
for a cause. That's why no matter how many battles were won- and we
won most of them- no matter how many planets we crushed and
subjugated, the Rebellion was always there, challenging us at every
turn.
All of which led to a question I had recently been asking myself
more and more: are we fighting to free the galaxy from chaos, or to
bring order in the form of tyranny? I wasn't sure I was liking the
answer.
My reverie was interrupted when the water automatically shut off.
I had been in the shower longer than I'd planned. Stepping out of the
shower, I towelled myself off and pulled on a black robe with the
Imperial logo on the back and my name and service ID on the front left
pocket. Everything in the Imperial navy was coded. As I walked back
into the sitting room my door chime sounded.
"Enter," I called. The door slid open and there was Marina
Haarkov fresh from the maintenance bays. She walked into my room
smiling, eyes twinkling. The door closed behind her as she looked at
me and said, "Well, Captain, you certainly are a helluva lot better
looking than a power converter."
"I'm certainly glad of that," I replied chuckling. "By the way,
how's my ship?"
"All fixed," she said as she unzipped her jumpsuit. "The ion
exchanger in the engines needed an adjustment and I replaced your
power distribution control module. You're all set." She stepped out of
the jumpsuit and stood naked before me. Her blonde hair flowed over
her shoulders and almost to her breasts, which jutted out firmly. Her
waist had a gentle, supple curve to it, her cunt was amply covered by
fine blonde pubic hair and her legs were long and shapely.
"So," she said looking down at my crotch, "how's your problem?"
"Still there," I said as I opened my robe. My cock was full,
throbbing and erect.
She walked over to me and grabbed my cock with one hand, fisting
it. The other hand snaked around my neck, pulling my head down to kiss
her lips. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as her grip tightened on
my cock. Finally, she came up for air.
"I think I can help you with your problem," Marina said looking
down at my cock in her hand. She pushed me back until I sat down on a
couch, then dropped to her knees between my legs. Her lips closed over
the head of my cock and I could feel her tongue swirling around the
tip. She jerked the base of my cock with one hand and fondled my balls
with the other. She moved down my cock and I could feel her tongue
slide wetly along the shaft. She nuzzled my balls against her face,
kissing and licking them. She took my balls into her mouth and sucked
gently on them. She ran her hands along the insides of my thighs,
sending shivers of pleasure up and down my entire body. She released
my cock from the constraints of her hands and it forcefully flipped
upwards
against her chin, and then bounced up to the side of her face.
Pulling back, she kissed the tip of my cock once, drawing in a
string of clear cum, and then she fastened her lips around the taut
head and sucked in hard, literally pulling her lips down the long
shaft.
Bit by bit, she was drawn down toward my pubic hair. She let her
gaze rise up over my hard stomach, my chest, and then all the way up
to my face. Her eyes locked onto mine as her suction pulled her lips
all the way into the bristly hair at the base of my cock. Her nose was
pressed against my pubic hair and I could feel the head of my cock
push all the way to the back of her throat.
She brought up one hand to cup and fondle my balls, and her
finger tips prodded rhythmically at the root of my cock, in the area
between my balls and my asshole. My entire cock throbbed and danced in
the hot cavern of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue curled up and
massaged the tube-like ridge along the bottom of my cock.
I was getting close to cumming but she didn't seem to care. I
guess she had enough faith that I'd be able to fuck her even after she
blew me. Marina clamped down harder, and then started to snap her neck
forwards and back, so that she was truly fucking my cock with her
mouth. Each time she pulled back to the head, I felt her tongue slurp
in a circle around the crown, and poke lightly into the pisshole. Then
back down to the base again, with an increasingly rapid tempo.
My hard cock was fucking deep into her mouth, she juggled my
balls in her palm as she toyed with my asshole. She was sweating with
exertion, moaning and rocking on her heels. I could smell her cunt
juices flowing in her excitement.
She sped up her pistoning even more, so that her hair flipped
around her cheeks and onto my thighs. She anticipated my orgasm and
drew back her head a few inches from my cock, and brought both of her
hands up to jack the shaft. My cock, covered with saliva and precum,
was throbbing. I threw my head back and felt myself let go.
As her hands furiously jerked my shaft, the first jet of my cum
shot out from the tip of my cock, splattering over her outstretched
tongue. She closed her mouth to swallow my cum, and the next two
spurts landed on her nose and chin. She craned forward and rubbed her
face into my throbbing, spurting cock. Her face was covered with cum
and saliva. She looked at me and smiled as she proceeded to lick my
cock clean.
I eased Marina off my cock and pulled her up to me so that her
tits dangled above my face. I took one nipple in my mouth and began
sucking voraciously. Marina moaned and tried to stuff more of her tit
into my mouth. I pulled her close, my mouth working ceaselessly on her
tits as my spent cock began to revive itself. She moved against me,
her cunt rubbing up and down on my stomach, her ass pushing against my
cock.
Marina grabbed my hair and tilted my face up to hers. She leaned
down and kissed me, hard. I could taste myself on her tongue. She
pushed my head back to her tits and I eagerly plunged in between her
mounds, licking and biting her flesh. She reached back behind herself
to grasp my cock, jerking it to full erection. My cock throbbed in her
hand.
Satisfied that I had regained enough hardness, Marina moved back
and eased herself down onto my penis, sliding down to the base in one
easy stroke. She shuddered, then smiled down at me.
"You feel good in me," she whispered as she pinched her nipples.
Her cunt was like a furnace and I could feel her juices flowing out of
her onto my balls as she slowly started to move on my cock.
I grasped her hips and started to move with her. She was a
gorgeous sight. Her face and chest were flushed with excitement, head
thrown back, nipples jutting out from her tits, her eyes half closed.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me."
I was beginning to do just that when I heard my access code being
entered outside my door. Besides ship security (who had everybody's)
the only person who had my code was J'Una. Sure enough. The door slid
open, she walked in, saw us and stopped dead, the door closing behind
her. Marina, noticing from my suddenly inert state that something had
changed, opened her eyes and gaped when she saw J'Una. She quickly
jumped off of me, sitting hard on the couch, covering her breasts with
her arms.
"Commander Selena," Marina babbled, clearly upset and fearful of
J'Una's response, "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault......" Her voice
trailed off.
But J'Una just stood there, looking at us, and smiled that smile
of hers.
"Well," she said to Marina, "how good was it?"
Marina relaxed and grinned sheepishly. "It was getting pretty
good, Commander."
J'Una walked over to us, bent down and kissed Marina on the lips.
"I think for now you can call me J'Una," she said softly. She kissed
Marina again, deeply, and her hand moved down Marina's shoulder to
softly cup her breast. Marina moaned into J'Una's mouth and she leaned
forward, thrusting more of her tit into J'Una's massaging palm. Marina
threw her arms about the tall Bardin as the two continued their kiss.
As I sat watching these two very different but very beautiful
females I felt my erection, which had deflated somewhat due to J'Una's
surprise appearance, return to full vigor. I was ready for some
serious fucking, but decided to let J'Una and Marina move things along
in their own way.
At last J'Una broke free from their kiss. She straightened and
began unbuttoning her tunic, lust smoldering in her red eyes. She
looked down at my erection, then flashed a grin at me.
"Don't worry, Captain," she said sarcastically, "you'll get
yours."
I smiled, slowly stroking my cock. "I'll be here."
J'Una finished unbuttoning her tunic and pulled it off. Marina
gasped at the sight of J'Una's firm black breasts with their
magnificent nipples. She reached out and cupped J'Una's tits in her
hands, palming the nipples.
"You are so beautiful," Marina muttered. She kissed J'Una's belly
and then ran her tongue up to the valley between her breasts. J'Una
sighed as Marina began kissing and biting the nipples. Marina's hands
were fumbling with J'Una's trousers, pulling them down.
Laughing, J'Una pulled away long enough to remove her boots and
finish pulling off her trousers. She stood before Marina, who nearly
dived at her. Marina grabbed J'Una and pushed her down onto the couch.
She ran her tongue over the outer folds of J'Una's pussy as her
fingers peeled open the cuntlips. J'Una moaned as Marina's tongue
snaked inside, licking her clit. J'Una draped her legs over Marina's
back and stretched out sensuously while the blonde maintenance officer
buried her face in J'Una's cunt, licking and sucking intently.
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