He could rationalize what he was feeling as an archaic notion, remnants of residual inclinations from a time when relationship commitments were different, or simply when the word commitment was last used, but still, he still knew.
He knew the moment he stopped fighting – not that he was putting up much of a resistance – that he wasn't doing the right thing. The right thing – such a quaint concept in this day and age.
The way Ensign Hank Bardeaux acted didn't surprise him, not one bit. In fact, he knew fully well what he was doing the moment he rapped at the ensign's door. He was counting on Hank to do it. A part of him hoped that this would diminish some responsibility on his part and absolve him somewhat. It was almost as if he half-expected to account for this sometime soon.
Carter Colfax knew when that day came, who this would hurt the most. And even as he bent Hank over his bed and repeatedly plugged the youth, he thought of the person he'd hurt. Colfax didn't dare say his name. Not even in his head.
“Why are you throwing the first meaningful relationship out of the window?” he asked himself, watching his penis disappear into the soft folds of Hank's anus. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he scolded himself, as if an answer would pop up. “What are you so afraid of?” Colfax's wet cock emerged from the fleshy orifice and coated the ring of the opening with his second load. Before his cock fully deflated, he pushed the gooey liquid into the warm snug hole with his cockhead.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
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The scout craft hovered for a good long while. The glare of the afternoon sun reflecting from the sand below made Commander Stone squint. He activated the tint shield on his helmet and looked out to see the landing barge below. There it was, the sole metallic object on the ground, outshining the glowing sands. He waited patiently for the pilot to complete his scans. Beside him were a contingent of armed men and medics waiting for his orders. Stone sat back in his chair in the cockpit and studied the holoscreen as the sensors searched the ground grid by grid. He needed a confirmation before setting the craft down. Even with Lieutenant Harrow's briefing and assurance he still wasn't about to risk the lives of anymore crewmen.
“Confirmed sir,” said the pilot. “The only human life sign below is Lieutenant Harrow. We have a few indeterminate readings, one in the barge and the rest are not in the immediate area.”
Stone nodded solemnly. He knew that the doctor and H'loor were searching the medical database for a possible method to remove the infection. He hoped that they were making progress. For just a brief moment, guilt crept up on Stone. He was losing too many men, a fact that had been haunted him for many months now. He let the moment pass. He inhaled deeply and shook it off. He had a mission to complete.
The scout craft circled one more time before extending its struts and landed.
“I want everyone on full alert,” Stone said activating his onyx and charging up his energy rifle. He watched everyone do the same. “Keep the engines running lieutenant, I want you to take us out of here at a moment's notice.” The pilot nodded.
The tactical team went into formation as soon as they exited the craft. Private Nick Nelson raised his weapon and rubbed the side of the trigger with his finger. He wasn't used to combat situations in environmental suits and the short hour-long training before the mission was hardly enough. However, he was trained to make the best out of any situation, and he knew that he would perform well. That's what troopers did. From the corner of his helmet he saw Private Adam Bonde shoot him a glare before looking away. Nelson hadn't spoken to anyone from Ground Command after the fight, and he wondered what his fellow troopers were thinking. He exhaled forcefully and fogged up the visor of his helmet. “Don't take it with you Nick,” he mumbled to himself. “It's all about the mission now Nick, keep it together.”
From afar they saw Lieutenant John Harrow walking towards them. He was unarmed but the rifles were trained on him. Harrow knew the drill and held his hands out and up. When he was close enough, they could see his smile and relief.
“Glad to see you guys,” said Harrow. “I hope someone brought me an extra airpack. It's getting a little stale in here,” he joked. “And gentlemen, I've someone you should get reacquainted with.”
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