Crew Complement

Name: Daniel Gregoire Chevalier 

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 24

Field: Security

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I hope you all had fun reading the latest post. These days I've been experimenting with some pictures, some turning out better than others. It is odd though, I always find flaws in the pictures the day after they're made. More often than not I'd amend it, but sometimes I don't - especially if the amendments are too complex or too time consuming to do. So, they either get trashed or I'd post it anyway because there isn't time for a do-over. I ask for your understanding.

Anyway, have a good week ahead and I'll see you here for the next chapter of Starlight: Respite!

Respite - Part 14

“I don't understand it, I can't understand it. Are you saying you don't ever want to leave this planet?” Lieutenant John Harrow had a look of confusion on his face trying to wrap his brain around Landrey's decision. “You have a duty, both to the ship and to Earth! You're a goddamn trooper for god's sake, you guys are supposed to be all about the job, all about duty and commitment and -”

“Don't you see, I already am home,” Landrey said, cutting him off mid-sentence. “This place, everything on this planet feels like a part of me now. I don't think I can explain it any better. Okay, think about it like this. Whenever I go back to the house I grew up in, I always go into my old room feeling completely comfortable. The smell of the room, the things in it, everything, just feels right and familiar and... I feel that, here.”

“Then what about your real home? Are you just gonna leave it all behind? What about your humanity? How long do you think you're gonna retain the parts of you that are still human?”

Landrey sighed and took a few steps back. “I don't see that just because I am part of this world that I can't still contribute to humanity. What I am now and what I used to be, they don't have to be mutually exclusive, I don't need to choose. You said yourself that it is relatively easy to build a dome here and create a settlement. Why don't we do just that? We can help because we know this land, this way everybody wins.”

“Yeah, get more people here and have them stung by whatever it is that got you? Are you nuts?”

“John, we, this planet, us... don't need to have more people. We have enough to repopulating this world.”

“We?”

“For whatever reason I and the landing party got stung, isn't important anymore. Reversing this, isn't important anymore. The only thing to think about is how to use this situation to the fullest advantage. We, the ten crew members and I, are now your hosts. We own this place, so start evacuating Earth already.”

“You expect us to just come here on trust?”

“You can trust me, can't you? I'm still Marcus Landrey, but I am also Umorkian, we are all set to rebuild our world, come build it with us,” Landrey pleaded.

“Umorkian?”

“Yeah, that just came to me. Don't ask. Besides, for precaution, you can always heighten the defense and security of the dome. We have no weapons, what are we going to do? Throw rocks?”

Harrow had an image in his head of the naked Landrey hurling a rock and he had to smile.

“Take a look around you,” Landrey said, standing next to Harrow. “The plants with the pods have all dead, they've done their job, there is no more threat here.” Landrey took Harrow's hand and held it. “Come on John, let's save both our worlds, and find respite for both our people.”

...




Private Nick Nelson sighed when he felt Lieutenant Carter Colfax's lips on his neck. He didn't realize how much he needed some tenderness until the soft lips was pressed against his nape. The kisses continued, shifting between soft brushes and wet licks, sending goosebumps all over Nick's body. That was why he loved Carter, thought Nick, he was capable of such tenderness and he knew just where and how to apply it.

Nick flinched when Carter's hands roamed near his ribs. They were still sore from the fight he had with Bonde.

“Sorry,” Carter whispered into his ear and moved past the area.

The strong hands caressed the small of his back and his sides and Nick raised himself up to that Carter could give some attention to his buttocks. Carter did. But more than that, the lieutenant reached from between Nick's strong thighs, cupped his balls, and lovingly kneaded the soft sack.

“Oh god...” Nick murmured. He knew his words would entice Carter to do more. Nick heard some rustling and the next thing he knew, Carter's head was between his thighs. “What are you doing?”

“Relax kid, it's an ancient technique, it's called teabagging.” Carter said and with two hearty slurps, he sucked in Nick's dangling balls.

Nick didn't expect the sensations that filled him. Inside Carter's mouth, his tongue caressed the orbs, giving individual attention to each testicle. The warmth, the suction, and the slight dull ache elicited a moan from Nick. He was thrown by the pleasure that startled every part of his young body.

After a while, Nick couldn't stand it anymore. He moved back and sat on Carter's chest, a trail of saliva smeared from Carter's lips to his chin and then his chest.

“Stop,” panted Nick. “I need you to fuck me, right now.” When Carter didn't flash him his usual grin and get into position immediately, Nick was confused. “What are you waiting for?”

Carter crawled out from under Nick and sat next to him, his hand on the younger man's lap. “You're sure you're okay?”

“What?” Nick didn't understand. Then it occurred to him. “Oh you mean the fight? I'm fine, I'm a soldier goddamn it, I've been through worse.”

“No, it's not just that, I heard that Lieutenant Harrow activated a distress signal and sent a message back from the barge.”

“So?”

“So, it means that all your work, all the planning is now scrapped,” Carter almost immediately regretted using the word 'scrapped', but Nick didn't seem to react to it.

“It doesn't matter. Nothing's bigger than the mission, you should know that.”

“I was worried that you'd be disappointed, that's all.”

“I'd be more disappointed if you don't hurry up and get that fine dick of yours inside me,” said Nick after a brief pause.

“Nick...”

“I know, I know, you're worried. What I'm saying is, I'm fine. It is no biggie. Stone now knows that I am capable of strategic planning, so he may include me in the next mission. So it's all good babe.”

Nick turned around and they kissed. Their familiar touch was fueled with more passion than before. At one point after they started making love, Nick almost said the three little words that summed up all his feelings for the man, who now had his cock buried to the hilt inside him. He bit his lip and he stopped himself in time. He didn't know how his words would be taken, so he moaned louder instead.



...

Crew Complement

Name: Gilbert Terrance "G.T." Horner

Rank: Lieutenant

Age: 28

Field: Bio science

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Hope you enjoyed Sunday's post. To tell you the truth, I'm pretty excited about what's coming next.
In fact, I can't wait for you to find out.
Meanwhile, here's a picture to start the week with. Have fun!

Respite - Part 13

Christian Kenner lay on his side curled up behind Colin Newport, spooning him. He reached around his cousin and brushed the smooth skin on the his well-defined chest - starting in the valley between the pectoral muscles to the soft nipple which he kneaded with his fingers.

Over the last few hours, their appearance had changed, although what exactly had been altered, Christian couldn't tell specifically. It was as if they had always looked the way they did.


The one thing Christian was sure of was their feelings for each other. That was still the same, in fact, it had intensified.

It was daylight now. The sun poured in from the large windows that surrounded the chamber they were in. Christian observed the back of Colin's head, his close-cropped hair was now just taut blue skin, smooth with no follicles. Christian kissed Colin's shoulder, then he tried to sit up without rousing the younger man. He looked around the decrepit room, its high walls and vast space were unfamiliar, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he had been here before. Even without walking the floor he knew that this large chamber was connected to an oval foyer. The door was on the far right side of the room. He knew that if he peered through the window in front of him, he would see the south tower of this building. In his mind, however, the castle wasn't in this state of neglect. In fact he could almost see the tapestries that used to hang from the ceiling and smell the blossoms from the garden outside.

Christian closed his eyes and tried to remember how he and Colin got there last night. He remembered running out of the barge, falling down and waking up again choking on the fine dust on the ground. In his frenzied fight to breathe, he yanked his helmet off. He stared up into the alien heavens with his mouth agape. When his mind cleared he searched for Colin. He saw him and got up, rushing to his side in a clumsy half crawl, half walk. They hugged. They kissed. They tasted the sand on each others' lips.

When they and the rest of the landing party got to their feet, they knew what they had to do. There were words spoken, they just spread out. Christian walked ahead, Colin ran after him, stripping the last remnants of his environment suit and uniform off as he went. He jumped onto Christian's back and they both laughed. Piggybacking the boy, Christian made a dash towards the destination in his head. Colin held on tight chuckling and kissing Christian's neck as they continued on.

They trekked through the barren land in the darkness as if they had trudged across these sands a million times. The night air felt good against their naked bodies. And then they stopped. There was a hill, the only hill that had some plant life. Christian set his cousin down and the two pushed through the shrubs, the brittle branches and stems snapped off as they passed. Before them was a structure. A building left behind and forgotten. A castle.

It was too dark inside and the two of them decided to rest until daybreak. Colin went outside and collected some foliage and made a bed. He looked back at Christian seeking his approval. Christian just kissed Colin's neck, enjoying the supple blue skin in that tender spot. His hands inched down his body and caressed the muscles on his belly. A soft light flooded the room, a moon, guessed Christian.

Under the pale glow, Christian continued to explore his cousin's body. His smoothed his hand over Colin's navel and touched the skin flaps that had formed under the belly button. He had them too. The thin flaps overlapped each other like scales on the exoskeleton of an earth animal, only soft. Christian slipped a finger underneath it and felt soft, supple skin. Colin moaned. With his other hand, Christian grabbed the erection between Colin's thighs. Colin moaned again, louder this time.

Christian moistened the tip of Colin's penis with his saliva; spitting on his fingertips and wiping the fluid on the cockhead. He turned Colin around and pulled him closer, his own hard cock pressed against the small of his back. They sank down onto the bed of leaves and Colin spread his legs and arched his back so that the tip of Christian's cock was poised over his anus. Colin bowed his head and waited to be penetrated, but that didn't happen.

Christian turned his cousin around, he wanted to see his face. They kissed, passionately. Christian went between Colin's legs, lifting him up slightly. He rubbed his fleshy tip along the folds of his cousin's hole and felt it contract. Their eyes locked and the slit on their foreheads glowed. Christian licked his lips. Colin's eyes widened. The cock penetrated the eager hole.

Christian moaned when his cock cleared the tight ring of the anus and came into contact with the smooth slippery insides. It felt warmer than before. Colin relaxed and Christian stretched his cousin's anus, fully embedding his shaft. A wave of overwhelming passion washed over them. This felt different from the times before. It was love, but more than that. It was lust but profound and powerful. It felt, important, crucial, even purposeful.

Gently and lovingly, Christian fucked the younger man. He looked into Colin's eyes and watched how the friction of his cock against the walls of his anus was exciting him. Their yearning for each other intensified and the more it grew, the harder and faster Christian slammed his cock into Colin. There was a thirst that needed to be quenched.

There were no words, just grunts and moans, and then cries.

The dim chamber brightened, slowly, illuminated by the glowing ribbons of lights that seeped from their foreheads. Popping sounds of electrical charge ricochet off the empty walls when the ribbons touched.

Christian's cock erupted and he cried out. He could still hear the echo in the chamber when the last jet of semen left his body. Colin tightened his anus making sure that the precious liquid was kept inside him.

Christian fell back, panting. Colin got up and lapped his cousin's still throbbing organ. He tongued the sensitive meat and reached underneath the foreskin searching for remnants of cum that had escaped. When he was done, he curled up next to Christian and they both fell into the deepest sleep they've ever had.


…

“There! Right there.”

Private Nick Nelson pointed at the coordinates on the holoscreen. “There is enough land on all sides to give us an advantage should there be an attack. If we can put a barge down here, run a full scan before touching down, we should be able secure enough.”

Commander Stone nodded noting the terrain projected on the screen from the orbiting probes.

“Our scans can't pick up the plants so it'll be prudent to go in heavily armed,” added Nelson.

“It's a good plan but we're still too far away from the barge. Two kilometers means we'll have to trudge through the desert, exposing us to an attack.” Stone leaned back and regarded the young private. He could see that he was thinking hard.

“What about... what if we don't land?”

“Continue.”

“We can still do the first part of the plan but not land the barge. We hover over the last known coordinates of the landing party, drop off the extraction team and pick them up once they have our guys.”

“Sounds workable. There are still a few contingencies that I want you to anticipate and prepare for. Brief me again in an hour,” said Stone and stood up indicating that the meeting had ended.

“Thank you sir,” Nelson stood at an attention, collected his things turned to leave.

“And private,” Stone's voice stopped Nelson in his tracks. “I do not care who or what instigated that little fight in the barracks. See to it that it never happens again.”

Nelson was about to defend himself when Stone spoke again.

“I will tell you what I told Private Bonde. I need the Ground Command troopers to be a cohesive unit. You can't integrate yourselves into the crew when you're beating each other up. If you can't handle that, I'll discharge you and you can sit in your quarters till we get home. Work it out.”

“Yes sir,” said Nelson, a little softer than he'd like, and left the room.

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I recently found another blog posting pictures from this site and I have to tell you, they posted a lot of them. 

Looking at all those pics on one page I realized two things: 

1) I have improved quite a bit on my picture-making. Those earlier pics were quite bad. 

2) Everyone likes a blog to have lots of pictures.

I have a problem doing the latter. To an certain extent, when I started, I knew that keeping this site going was going to be tough, not only would I need to write but I'd need to make the corresponding images as well. And that's not easy. The pictures on Starlight require time to render and 'make' and that means no daily postings. It seems I like doing things the hard way. I wish I could reblog pictures from tons of fantastic sites out there or post those from my archives, and I would see the numbers soar, but no. And there is a price to pay for that, I suppose. 

Still, I am really glad to have a dedicated group of fans who post comments here or write to me telling me their views and insights. Thanks guys, you really keep me going. 

In the end I suppose I have to attract readers rather than browsers, and that is a challenge. I hope y'all understand why I can't post a picture everyday and I appreciate all your patience. 

Laters!

Kit

Crew Contact

"Tongue it deep and good lieutenant. Nice and wet, that's how I like it."

Crew Complement

Name: Stephen Rene Libbon
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 21
Field: Terraformation, tactical

Respite - Part 12

“Come with me, I wanna show you something,” said Marcus Landrey, a long ribbon of supple energy seeped from his head and lingered weightlessly in the air. The strand grew brighter and floated towards Lieutenant John Harrow.

The lights from the barge created small pools of illumination around the craft. When Landrey walked into the radius of light, Harrow needed a few seconds before he knew it was young sergeant. Landrey looked almost nothing like the Ground Command trooper he had met a few days ago. There were still some discernible traits that Harrow recognized, his eyes, his voice and certain mannerisms were still there, but beyond that, the being that stood before him was a pale bluish alien he had never seen before. An alien that had a glowing beam coming at him.

“What the hell is that? Stay back!” Harrow took a step backwards, his weapon raised and trained on the the glowing tendril. The energy ribbon hesitated as if observing the rifle pointed at it. “I'm not going anywhere Marcus,” said Harrow, his voice betrayed his look of calm. “Not until you tell me what's going on here. I mean, have you seen yourself? Is this from the sting? Are the others infected too? What's this thing coming out of your head?”

“Oh god, enough with the jabbering John, really.”

“That's easy for you to say.”

“Actually, it isn't,” Landrey cracked a smile. “Something is happening to me, to the second landing party, but right now, it's still me! Put down that rifle, or at least lower it.”

“Keep that energy thing out of my face, and I will.”

“I'm still not very used to it yet, but gimme a sec,” Landrey said closing his eyes. He furrowed his brows and bit on his lower lip. It took a few moments but the energy ribbon slowly flowed back into the slit on his forehead.

Harrow lowered his weapon but kept his distance. “What is that thing?”

“I can't really explain it but it's like an extra sense, and it's just there, like sight and smell. With it I can feel you, perceive you more clearly and not just on the outside, but... Sorry, that's the best that I can explain for now.”

Landrey took a step forward, he tried to be as nonthreatening as he could. He kept his arms open and  looked squarely at Harrow, he needed the lieutenant to know that he was being truthful. "Look, I'm not sure I understand completely what's happening, but it seems that this planet, this environment has chosen us to be part of it. I've been getting flashbacks, but not my own memories, They're from the people that used to live here. Somehow, this planet lost all its civilization, a people that had a flourishing culture, and advanced too. Now, and this is going to sound crazy, I think this planet wants to repopulate the people, and the pods that stung us, has started the process."

“So they are trying to take over your body?” asked Harrow.

“I can't really explain it, but aside from the physical and biological changes, and that glowing thing you saw, I still feel like, well, like me.”

“Let's try and get you back on Starlight and we'll find a way to reverse all this.”

“I don't think I want to.”

“What?”

“For the first time, I feel like I'm home, like I belong here. I don't know if that makes any sense at all.”

“It's just the infection talking.”

“I don't know, maybe, but even before all this happened, I've always wanted to stop, to just stop and have a place where I can feel... safe, at home, somewhere I belong...”

“Look, I know that since coming onboard, things have been kinda crazy, but everyone on Starlight feel the same way, we're all looking for a new home,” Harrow said. “We are all looking for a sanctuary, a place for respite, and -.”

“And I think I have found it,” Landrey sighed and cocked his head. “It's very peaceful here,” he whispered the last few words.

Harrow wondered if the rest of the infected crewmates felt the same way. And if they did, were they going to be allowed to stay here and restart life on this desolate planet. He was deep in thought when he felt Landrey's hand on his shoulder.

“You know John, when you're not babbling, you're kinda cute.”

...

“You walk in here with a busted lip and bruises and you're not going to talk to me?” Lieutenant Carter Colfax was annoyed, he was concerned when Private Nick Nelson walked into their quarters looking beaten up, but that feeling was quickly replaced with annoyance Nelson avoided his questions.

“I have to submit a working plan in less than an hour Carter, just let me work, I'll tell you later.”

“At least go get a shower,” Colfax said exasperated.

“In a while. Shit, fuck! I left my pad back in the fucking barracks!”

“Second drawer, I have a projection pad.”

Nick didn't say anything, he just rummaged through the drawer and retrieved the pad. He turned it on and studied it.

“Good, I think I can work this,” a slight smile came over his battered face instantly followed by a wince. Nick plonked himself into a chair and started to program the pad and worked on the holoscreens projected from the slim device.

“Baby we're gonna need to talk about this. I mean, you can't just -”

“Baby?” Nick looked away from the screens for the first time. He squinted and regarded Carter for a while. “We're giving each other nicknames now?”

Carter just stood there with a grin on his face and blushed.

Nick turned his attention back on the tactical plan for Stone. Carter turned to leave the room when he heard Nick again.

“Don't kid yourself mister, you're so gonna get some when I came back from my meeting.”

Even without looking, Nick knew that Carter was smiling.

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Previously on Starlight: Respite

The story continues tomorrow.

Crew Complement

Name: Julian Oliver Toppin

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 24

Field: Engineering, propulsion 

Crew Complement

Name: Toby Derek Hanson
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 20
Field: Navigation

Crew Contact

An interesting proposal for Crew Contact. 

"You want half the department to come tonight? Are you serious?" asked the very shocked lieutenant.

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Starlight: Respite

returns

NEXT WEEK!

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Do check out my other site Utopiana for a little fan art by yours truly.

Crew Complement

Name: Justin Riley "J.R." Raymond

Rank: Ensign

Age: 18

Field: Acting captain's boy

Crew Contact

Lieutenant Jones certainly got his worth of fun on Crew Contact night. Who knew married couples were so eager to share their beds?

Crew Complement

Name: Aiden Victor Sterking
Rank: Lieutenant 
Age: 28
Field: Engineering