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Happy Holidays!

2011-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00

Starlight returns

in January 2012!

Stay tuned.

Starlight: a new look

2011-12-24T00:06:00.009+08:00

Here are some initial concept designs for the new uniform and the treatment of the pictures.

I decided that the short sleeves didn't really work so I extended them. I kept the lines in and then added more to give the uniforms more details.

I also experimented with lighting and how to make the uniforms really glow. You can see from these initial pictures that it didn't always work out. The red/maroon uniform for the ensigns came up by accident. When that worked, I thought it would be nice to add some color to the uniform code, so there are variations of sleepwear and workout clothes that you will see later on.

I wanted to keep the green for the Ground Command troopers and the black lines didn't really work here. So I tried softer white lines that, when added to the uniform in Photoshop, turned it a lighter shade of green.

Also, you may have noticed, I've removed the yellow scarab from the uniform and changed it into a design insignia that is on the uniform itself. It's hell to do because you have to account for the position of the body and the pose, but I kinda liked it.

All these pictures aren't really what I would call perfect, yet. Rather, they helped me to figure some stuff out and allowed me to play with the lighting, the mood and feel of the pictures to come.

Let me know what you think!

Have a great Christmas Eve everyone!
Tomorrow, some more pictures.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Open Frequencies

2011-12-17T05:27:00.000+08:00

One week till preview!

- 24th Dec - working ideas and initial artwork.
- 25th Dec - more fleshed out ideas and what's to come!

Open Frequencies

2011-12-12T00:04:00.001+08:00

So what's been happening on Starlight?

Lots, actually.

Some slight redesign and a story are being worked out for the Season Two premier in January 2012!

Oh you'll get a sneak peek of the art on Christmas Day (yes, I said "Christmas") and another on the 26th December. My little present for all of you who've stayed with me throughout this year. Then in January, a new adventure begins!

I can't wait either.

Stay tuned!

Crew Complement

2011-12-08T05:05:00.000+08:00

Name: Darrius Holton McKenzie
Rank: Private
Age: 20
Field: Security, Ground Command

Crew Contact

2011-12-03T04:19:00.000+08:00

Take a good look. A good long look.

Crew Contact

2011-12-02T18:35:00.001+08:00

Getting a little aroused while working is nothing new in the engine room.

Crew Contact

2011-11-25T06:48:00.004+08:00

Teaching a young trooper.

Crew Complement

2011-11-19T00:02:00.000+08:00

Name: Juan Camilo Garavito
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Age: 35
Field: Tactical, field medic

Crew Contact

2011-11-17T00:50:00.001+08:00

There's nothing like relaxing with a warm soft tongue and an eager mouth.

Crew Complement

2011-11-14T02:32:00.000+08:00

Name: Noah David Daniels
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 23
Field: Medical

Crew Contact

2011-11-10T00:08:00.001+08:00

Exploring the depths of Ensign Jenkins.

Crew Complement

2011-11-08T00:40:00.000+08:00

Name: Nathan Justin Paxton
Rank: Ensign
Age: 19
Field: Engineering, ship's systems

Open Frequencies

2011-11-05T14:00:00.000+08:00

Good news, not so good news folks.

First the not so good. I won't be able to post a new story on Sunday - a mixture of a hectic schedule and a lack of inspiration. Hopefully, I'd be able to continue soon.

The good news. A minor triumph. This is the 400th post! That's a lot of pictures.

Crew Complement

2011-11-01T00:06:00.001+08:00

Name: Benedict Nathaniel Ortega

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 23

Field: Tactical, security

Happy Halloween!

2011-10-30T13:12:00.000+08:00

Cock-Ringu. Haha.

More pics at utopiana.tumblr.com

Crew Complement

2011-10-27T00:08:00.001+08:00

Name: James Richard Kyber
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Age: 34
Field: Navigation

Crew Complement

2011-10-25T00:04:00.000+08:00

Name: Robert "Bobby" Lee Gleeson

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 24

Field: Tactical, bio-science

Open Frequencies

2011-10-23T01:20:00.001+08:00

Hey all, happy Sunday!
I've been making some changes to Starlight, but you'll only see it next year when this little story site turns two, or Season 2 as I like to call it. Yeah time flies when you're having fun. Didn't think my interest would hold for this long. I know I say this a lot but you have no idea how surprising it is for me that I am still doing this.

Comments have been kinda low this month, but the hits are still decent. So I hope I'm keeping you entertained. I'd still love to hear your thoughts though, so leave me a comment.

The next story starts on November 5th!

Crew Complement

2011-10-22T00:09:00.000+08:00

Name: Dwight Michael Mapes
Rank: Private
Age: 21
Field: Trooper, Ground Command

Open Frequencies

2011-10-18T01:00:00.000+08:00

Hey all,

So what did you think of Respite?
A new story will start on November 5th.

Respite - Part 20

2011-10-16T00:06:00.003+08:00

The sun hovered over the horizon once again, the day was done. Unhurriedly sinking inch by inch, the light elongated the shadows of the distant mountains. The Umorkian Marcus Landrey walked the grounds of the deserted castle, his bluish skin against the amber glow made him look more human. He walked up the slopes behind the castle, kicking the sandy ground as he went. He trudged up the hill and saw the first signs of vegetation growing. He tilted his head up to the alien skies and sniffed. He knew that the planet was healing itself, and soon rain would come, maybe even tonight.

He thought about Earth and the village he grew up in. There would always be a part of him that would miss the sunsets over New Borneo and his family. Yet there was something, a compulsion, a sense of purpose that compelled him want to stay, perhaps it was the alien DNA infused into his body, or perhaps he really believed that he had found a home. On this world, he felt a real sense that he could finally allow himself to be happy.

“Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?”

Landrey jumped when he heard the voice. He turned and saw the familiar face of Lieutenant John Harrow behind the helmet. Harrow leaned against a rock and stared at Landrey. Watching the young trooper against the sunset, brought on a wave of deja vu.

Landrey let out a half chuckle, “Everybody wants a definitive answer, and so do I, but I don't think we're gonna get any, not in the immediate future. Do I know what's ahead? No, but I want to find out.” He sat down on the sand and drew circles with his finger. “I can't remember the last time I felt this excited, about anything.”

“It's not going to be easy you know.”

“Yeah I know.”

“You think you can lead these people alone?”

“Lead?” Landrey cocked his head.

“Yeah, you have noticed that you've been speaking up for everyone right?”

“So I have,” Landrey squinted his eyes, considering it for a moment. “But it's just ten people so...”

“If all goes well, you're going to be welcoming the eleventh very soon. And then the twelfth and soon you'll have a small tribe that will grow into a nation.”

“Oh god!” Landrey said closing his eyes and letting it all sink in.

“And so the pressure is gonna be on you. At least in these initial days. You're going to have to make sure that your group is taken care of when we start building the domes, you have to be the one requisitioning the necessary provisions and rations, making sure your rights are not trampled on. And these are just a few things at the top of my head.”

Landrey's brows furrowed.

“You should also not forget that you are Sergeant Marcus Landrey, that means you're still under the authority of Ground Command and you may receive orders that would be in contradiction to what you want for this planet and your people.”

“Should I resign my commission then?”

“If you do, there is nothing stopping us from taking over this place and relocating you to some settlement. While you're still a citizen of Earth and a member of Ground Command you are still entitled to certain rights and protection.”

“So what do I need to do?”

Harrow paused. He took a few steps towards Landry. “You need me to be your adviser.”

“What? Like a viceroy, an ambassador or... a queen?” Landrey teased.

“I guess we don't need labels for now,” Harrow smiled. “I've asked for permanent reassignment and honestly, I won't mind -”

“What? Rule by my side?” Landrey burst out laughing. “You're not going medieval on me are you? Do we need thrones and swords and shit?”

They both laughed. It felt good. There was a connection there. And although Harrow couldn't precisely articulate it, he knew something was there.

Harrow sat down next to Landrey, bumping his shoulders. They watched the sunlight dwindle and some time before the light was gone, their fingers laced. By the time the stars were visible overhead, Landrey's head was resting on Harrow's shoulders.

Neither of them looked at each other, rather, they kept their gaze ahead and feeling the tingling excitement for what tomorrow will bring.

…

Epilogue

The quarters was dark, too dark to see anything. That's how he liked it. That's what he wanted, demanded for. His nervousness ebbed when the feelings of arousal took over. Cloaked in darkness, shrouded from any form of recognition he felt safe. He dared himself to explore this part of him, this curiosity that lingered within him.

He wasn't successful the first time he tried it with Lieutenant Terence Mahoney. He lost his nerve and his hardon and he ran away. But this time he felt determined to experience whatever there was to experience. The ship's botanist Lieutenant Tythus Tan came highly recommended, if the whispers around the ship was to be believed.

He took his place at the foot of the bed and waited for Tythus to find him. He allowed the man to touch him and willed himself not to flinch when Thythus' fingers caressed his bare buttocks and stroked his erection. In the pitch black of the quarters, he could only hear the approving grunts of the lieutenant. Then, he felt it. The distinct sensation of a warm moist mouth drawing his penis in. He wondered why he needed to close his eyes, but he did anyway. His breathing grew more labored when Tythus massaged his organ in his skillful mouth. Instinctively, he reached down and held the lieutenant's head, feeling his close-cropped hair and his roundish face. He held the base of his cock and waited for Tythus' lips to slide up towards his hand. The feeling was glorious.

Part of him wanted to give the lieutenant what he undoubtedly craved for, but even when he felt his ball sack tighten, he knew that he couldn't go through with it. He couldn't understand why, he just knew he couldn't.

He pushed Tythus away, as gently as he could, pulled up his uniform and rushed to the door. Once he was out on the walkway, he hurriedly looked for the quickest way to get off that deck. He was disappointed with himself. He was angry. His heart was racing.

Two decks down he felt he could breath again. He hoped no one saw him. He hoped no one saw his confusion and his flustered face.

“Hey.”

He spun around to the voice behind him, perhaps faster than he'd liked. It was Terence Mahoney. His heart started racing again. He swallowed hard.

“You left this the last time,” said the lieutenant and tossed a shiny object from his hand.

He caught it and looked down at his scarab. He felt his neck get hot. He felt his tongue go numb. He didn't know what to say and so he said nothing. He turned around and walked away, as quickly as he could.

Terence Mahoney watched as young man disappeared around a corner. He smiled and shook his head.

“See you around Adam Bonde.”

Open Frequencies

2011-10-15T00:15:00.000+08:00

Don't forget this Sunday's conclusion to Starlight: Respite!

Crew Contact

2011-10-13T00:32:00.002+08:00

"Hey boys, waiting long?"

Crew Complement

2011-10-11T00:02:00.000+08:00

Name: Matthew Robert Correlo
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 28
Field: Ship's systems

Open Frequencies

2011-10-09T00:42:00.000+08:00

Starlight: Respite concludes next week!
Don't miss the post.

Respite - Part 19

2011-10-09T00:26:00.000+08:00

Stone sat at the end of the long conference table watching the captain pace the room. Neither of them spoke after Stone's debriefing and for a while all that sounded in the room was the hum of the engines and the soft hiss of the air coming through the vents. Stone shifted in his chair. He appreciated the difficult decision Captain Hunt had to make, and for a split-second he was relieved that he wasn't tasked with it.

“And the doctor and H'loor still have no idea how to extract the infection?” Hunt said finally, his voice low as if he was talking to himself. He took the seat next to Stone and sighed. He suspected he knew Stone's answer.

“According to the doctor based on the latest samples we brought back, the infection has completely rewritten the biological make-up of the men. Every cell of their being is no longer human, and there is no way of distinguishing what is what.”

Hunt stared out of the huge windows.

“On the plus side, their human traits – memories and behavior – are still intact and the doctor reports that the mutation has seemingly ceased. Chances are, they will remain as they are now.” Stone paused. “Also sir, none of them want to leave the planet. Sergeant Landrey has requested to be reassigned to help with the colonization.”

“Some of these men have families – wives, husbands. Two of them have children for god's sake,” said Hunt.

“And they want their families to join them as soon as we're ready to send for them.”

“You seem to be in favor of this.”

“What is the alternative captain? We can't bring them back on the ship without killing them and even if we could, they wouldn't come voluntarily, unless you're thinking of forcing them.” Stone leaned in, “And then there is this captain, we've been out here for more than a year and this is the closest we've come to colonization, are we going to give that up? Earth isn't doing well these days sir, and the longer we wait, the more lives are going to be lost back home.”

Hunt rubbed his temples, Stone was right. The fleet sent to look for habitable planets have not been successful. Already four ships have been lost, while others are still combing through sectors of space without anything to report. Here they had a near-perfect planet where humanity could continue to thrive. With the domes they could start to transporting people over. The planet wouldn't fit everyone on Earth, but it'd be a damn good start.

“Sir, I believe that we should proceed as planned and begin the colonization process. The Umorkians are still members of this crew and citizens of Earth. We can begin by establishing a base here, made up of Umorkians and human crew members. We need to secure the planet and study it further. It's going to be a long process before we even have to deal with anything else. The lives of our families on Earth have to take precedence sir.”

Hunt nodded.

“And sir, we already have a volunteer who wants to stay back and help build the base.”

The captain looked up with quizzically.

“It's Lieutenant Harrow.”

...

“Pregnant! Isn't that just the most amazing and weird thing you've ever heard?” Nick Nelson said from the bathroom. He had been in there shaking off the sand from his boots and in his hair for over half an hour. “Shit, you'd think that with the environment suit you'd be sand-free. Shouldn't have taken off my helmet in the scout. The damn things are everywhere!”

Carter Colfax sat in bed. He wasn't really listening. From his excited voice he knew that Nick had enjoyed the mission and he was glad for him. Carter stared at his own fingers and scratched a non-existent itch on his thumb. He heard the shower turn on and Nick raised his voice to talk over the sound of running water.

Nick finally emerged from the bathroom toweling his head. He walked to the bed and jumped in, hugging Carter. “So, what have you been up to?”

Carter didn't respond immediately, he looked at Nick's smiling face and touched his bare shoulders. He could smell the fresh soap on him, he could feel the moisture on his skin, he could see how easy it would be to hurt this beautiful boy.

And so he said nothing. Carter pulled Nick closer to him and kissed him on the forehead.

“I know I've been distracted for the last few days,” Nick looked into Carter's eyes, his fingers gently circling his nipple. “I'd like to make it up to you, if you'd let me.”

Carter watched the pool of lights dance in Nick's eyes, a look he was familiar with. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He sucked on his own lips and tried to smile. The boy slid down and stroked his penis. Carter was surprised that his shame didn't affect his body's response to stimulation. Nick inched down further and took the hardening cock into his mouth. His eager lips and skillful tongue knew just where on Carter's penis to apply pressure and before long, precum brimmed from the eye and Nick lapped it up hungrily. He felt the suction and the warmth from the oral pleasure he was getting.

Carter was glad that Nick was so engrossed in his task. He was glad that the boy couldn't see him looking away.

...

Open Frequencies

2011-10-06T01:02:00.000+08:00

Hey all,
Am taking a little impromptu break.
Will be back with the next update this weekend.
Meanwhile, enjoy this little pic I made for you.

Crew Complement

2011-10-01T00:07:00.003+08:00

Name: Peter Yung Tze Hooi

Rank: Ensign

Age: 22

Field: Astral mapping, navigation

Crew Contact

2011-09-29T00:08:00.002+08:00

Sharing Ensign Spander between best friends, highlight of the week.

...

Crew Complement

2011-09-27T00:04:00.001+08:00

Name: Mitchel James Pollencek

Rank: Ensign

Age: 20

Field: Security, tactical

Respite - Part 18

2011-09-25T06:30:00.003+08:00

“And that's basically it commander,” Landrey said to the tactical team looking at him and the rest of the Umokian from behind their helmets. His voice echoed through in the cavernous chamber they gathered in making what he said sounding faraway.

The afternoon light poured into the chamber they were in. A few sunbeams came in through the broken ceiling of the castle. The whole structure looked old, left to decay, left to be forgotten. Stone kept his finger on the trigger and so did the landing party. As Landrey continued his explanation, Stone relaxed somewhat, but he still kept every one of the blue aliens in his sights.

“Somehow our memories and emotions are still intact, I feel no different now than I did yesterday or the day before.” Landrey caught Stone's expression behind the helmet. “I know what you're thinking, how can you be sure that we're not acting out of self-interest and this is not a giant plan to lure humans here and assimilate them, right?” Landrey saw Stone nod. “Well, I can only ask for your trust. Besides, you're the ones with the guns. Talk to any of us and you'll know that we're the same people you've known all this time.”

“Trust is difficult Sergeant Landrey... and it takes time,” Stone said.

“All the stinger plants that attacked us have wilted and died, so no one is going to get stung. We don't need you to help repopulate the planet sir,” Landrey's eyes were wide, desperate for his crewmates to believe him.

“And what about you? You're happy being changed this way?”

“Of course not, but until we have some other options, this is how we are. And I, for one, am fine with it. Perhaps some where along the line, when there is a way to reverse this, some of us may want that reconsider. But for now, this is who we are.”

“There's a lot to take in private,” sighed Stone. “But I suppose, for now at least, we can go along with this.”

“Sir, I have a question,” Private Nick Nelson took a step forward.

“Sure,” Stone said.

“With the stinging plants dead, how are the ten of you going to repopulate the planet?”

Landrey smiled broadly. He gestured towards Colin and Christian. “Colin is carrying.”

“Really?” Stone was started. He motioned to a medic. “Private, I hope you don't mind.”

“Nope, not at all,” Colin said moving towards the field medic who performed a scan with his onyx.

“Carrying what?” Nelson wondered out loud. And then it occurred to him “Oh my god!” he yelped and immediately regretted his outburst.

Colin tried to suppress a laugh but let out a short chuckle, as did a few others.

“How is that even possible? Who is the, I mean...” continued Nelson.

“Christian's the father. We, you know, and then this morning I just knew.”

“Still, how can you be pregnant?”

“I guess the Umorkian physiology is slightly different.”

“You had sex and now you're... that soon? What is the gestation period? Where would it, er, he or she, come out...?”

“At ease private,” said Landrey amused. “I think this jabbering thing is infectious.” He shot Harrow a look and winked.

“I honestly don't know. I think we'll find out when the time comes Nick,” Colin said.

“May I?” asked Nelson.

“Sure,” Colin stretched his belly and Nelson ran his fingers over the slits. He felt the small bumps underneath the flaps of muscles and they rolled under Nelson touch. Nelson traced the edges of the skin flaps and the slits widened and extended to Colin's sides.

“Shit, what did I do?” Nelson flinched.

“Oh don't worry,” said Colin reassuringly. “It's just that I'm really naked... and your touching is getting aroused, that's all.”

...

Crew Contact

2011-09-23T00:18:00.002+08:00

"Hey bud, wanna have a go? He's delicious."

Crew Complement

2011-09-21T00:03:00.000+08:00

Name: Otis Michael Verra
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 29
Field: Medical

Respite - Part 17

2011-09-18T00:44:00.001+08:00

It wasn't as if he didn't know. He knew, fully well in fact, what he was doing.

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?”

…

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.”

...

Crew Complement

2011-09-14T00:09:00.001+08:00

Name: Charles Michael McDougall

Rank: Lieutenant

Age: 28

Field: Security

Open Frequencies

2011-09-12T00:27:00.000+08:00

Hey all,
Sorry for the delays and the postponements. I had some initial problems with the internet as well as my computer, but that was soon settled.

Then I started reading all the 10th anniversary articles and looking at the pictures that came with the stories. I have to admit, it brought back the trauma I felt on that fateful day. It became clear that it was inappropriate to post an update with all the saucy bits on this very solemn day. Hope you all understand.

I hope that you are enjoying the chapters so far.

I'll see you on Sunday, when Starlight: Respite continues.

Laters

Respite - Part 16

2011-09-12T00:01:00.001+08:00

Droplets of moisture covered the polished hull of the barge. The wet beads glistened as the sun rose. Through the screen of the cockpit Lieutenant Harrow looked out at the desolate plain and realized that his perceptions had altered. He no longer saw a barren a barren land before him, rather, what lay ahead was potential – a potential for new life and new beginnings. He and Landrey had stayed up talking. In a way, the young trooper had shared more about himself than the planet they were on. Now curled up beside him, Harrow saw past the blue skin and the strange alien mutations and found that the young man was oddly endearing.

Through his gloved hand Harrow stroked the sleeping Marcus Landrey's arm. They had left the barge doors open so that Marcus could sleep inside the craft. Watching Marcus' peacefully slow breathing and the faces his makes mid-dream, Harrow wished that he wasn't encumbered by the environment suit. He wanted to feel the soft blue skin and how warm, or not, his body was. Inside his helmet Harrow smiled to himself, amused that he could feel this way about another man. Although he had participated in Crew Contact sessions from time to time, he had always summed up each encounter as a purely physical experience, a means for gratification. He thought about his wife back on Earth and how she would gloat if she ever found out about these new feelings. She did know him better than anyone else after all. For a while he entertained the thought of the three of them living together on this planet. And for a moment it all felt... possible.

…

Ensign Hank Bardeaux lay on his back in bed, his legs crossed with a projection pad resting on his thigh. Even though he was off-duty he was still tracking the orbital probes that circled the planet below. Over the last few hours he had received more data about the terrain and climate than he knew where to store them. He had spent much of the afternoon finding room from the computer mainframe. And it wasn't easy, data storage space was something each department was very protective about, territorial even. But he managed and now he watched as streams of information flooded in from the probes and onto the allotted sections of the ship's computer.

A knock on the door.

“Come in,” said Hank without looking away from the holoscreens. He didn't turn to see who it was until the visitor was standing next to his bed.

“Hey,” said Hank with a slight smile and sat up.

“Am I disturbing you?” asked Lieutenant Carter Colfax.

“Nope, not at all.” Hank patted the space next to him indicating that Colfax should sit down. The lieutenant thought for a while and then complied. “What can I do for you?”

“I just wanted to, you know, to.., err... apologize again for, you know...”

“You are so eloquent.”

“I didn't mean to freak out like that, and then the second time when...”

“Hey, it's fine,” Hank smiled and moved closer to Colfax. “Where is your little boy anyway?”
“He's getting ready to join the landing party with Commander Stone.”

“So the cat's away and you're here to play?”

“No, it's not that, I can't -”

Hank Bardeaux leaned in and kissed Colfax. He swiped his tongue over the startled man's lips until they opened and let his tongue in. Hank then knew that he had broken down his resistance.

Hank felt Colfax's arms around him tighten when he jumped on and straddled the man. Hands reached under the ensign's uniform, eager to get to his skin. He let go of Colfax's lips and raised his arms, Carter pulled the tunic off him and they resumed kissing. The young ensign performed his signature move of grinding his buttocks against Colfax and he felt the result pressed hard between his cheeks.

“Get out of that uniform,” ordered Hank and he got off Colfax.

When they were both naked again, they rushed into an embrace and their lips found each other just as quickly. Hank felt the hunger in their lip-lock, he felt the intensity each time Colfax bit his lip and sucked on his wet tongue, drinking in his saliva.

The two of them stumbled and they found the bed. They assumed their previous positions and Hank reached back and grabbed Colfax's penis, using his thumb to spread the precum all over the head. In a swift move he placed the tip at his entrance and eased himself down. He watched Colfax's face experiencing the mounting pleasure of penetration.

Hank continued to scrutinize Colfax's expressions. He watched him close his eyes and enjoy the soft friction from his gyrating moves. Then Colfax's eyes snapped open and his mood shifted changed.

“Push it out of your mind,” Hank said knowingly. “Push it out of your mind and push your cock in all the way.” The young ensign almost sneered his last words. He didn't want any wavering, not when he's gotten this close.

Yet, the struggle of emotions continued to play on Colfax's face. Hank was determined to win this one. He wasn't about to lose when they've come this far. Yes, they, he wasn't the one who relented, he wasn't the one who was hungry, he wasn't the one who got naked and had his cock buried up an ass. He quickened his moves and stimulated the lieutenant by pinching his nipples and kissing him intermittently. He wanted Colfax to give up his load. He desperately needed him to.

And he did. Hank almost laughed when he felt Colfax's hot milk rush into him.

...

Open Frequencies

2011-09-11T03:24:00.002+08:00

Out of respect for the 10th anniversary of 9/11

Starlight: Respite

will be postponed.

Open Frequencies

2011-09-11T00:09:00.000+08:00

Hey y'all.

I'm currently experiencing some tech issues as well as some internet problems. Starlight: Respite will be posted as soon as I sort these things out. Sorry.

Crew Contact

2011-09-10T00:03:00.000+08:00

It's a lot more fun when we do it together.

...

Crew Complement

2011-09-07T00:04:00.001+08:00

Name: Edwin Josiah Wesper
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 20
Field: Medical

...

Open Frequencies

2011-09-05T00:07:00.000+08:00

Hope you all had a great weekend and I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter. For those of you who commented and emailed me, thanks a bunch! I love hearing your theories as to what is happening.

I won't say if you're right on the mark or not though. Haha.

For those of you who've been here a while, you would know this difficulty I have in creating Starlight, the ship. I have made a model, I have rendered, but I've not been a 100% happy about it. Not knowing how to render anything in 3D limits my ability to control the way the ship looks and manipulate it to fit the story. I made these pictures a few days ago and they do conform to, more or less, the look of the ship that I have posted here before. These were all rendered with Photoshop and it was tough keeping the shape consistent.

Any 3D geniuses out there who can lend me a hand?

Have a great week ahead everyone!

Respite - Part 15

2011-09-04T00:05:00.008+08:00

Lieutenant Terence Mahoney turned off the lights in his quarters, all but the ones in the bathroom. He walked around making sure that all the requirements projected on his holoscreen was tended to. It intrigued him that someone went through the trouble to send him a message with to-do list before a Crew Contact session. In fact, the sender was even able to omit his name from the message and hide the send code, which meant he knew how to bypass security protocols.

Mahoney's interest was piqued.

“No talking, no kissing,” read Mahoney. “You have a lot to hide, whoever you are.”

Mahoney sat on his bed and looked over his quarters which was now shrouded in darkness. He knew that the lights from his bathroom would only show him a silhouette of his guest, and nothing more.

There was a knock on the door. Mahoney glanced at the clock. On the dot. “You are punctual too,” he said and smiled.

“Come on in,” he called out after briefly thinking if he should even have said that.

There was a slight pause before a sliver of light came in from the outside and a lone figure slipped in. Mahoney was right, the lights from his bathroom wasn't bright enough to show anything more than the outlines of the shadow person. The figure walked towards him, stood at the foot of his bed and removed his uniform. Then he just stood there. Waiting. Was he nervous? Was he waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness? Mahoney got out of bed and stood next to the figure. He held out his hand and touched his chest. It was firm, smooth, youthful. He was making his way to the nipple when the shadow man pushed his hand away.

Confused, Mahoney kept his hands at his side. He felt the other man come closer, he could feel his breath on him. He wasn't too tall, thought Mahoney, judging from the gusts of hot breath on his neck. They stood there for a long while, and it was becoming less fun for the lieutenant.

“Maybe this isn't such a great -”

Two hands on his shoulders made him sit on the bed. Mahoney didn't resist. The person came closer still. He could smell the fresh soap on the shadow man's skin, followed by the warm touch of the man's penis brushing against his face. Mahoney didn't need more directions, he smiled and sucked on the offering. The smooth organ hardened in his mouth, and when Mahoney's tongue tunneled under the foreskin he tasted precum. He continued to relish the cock, feeling every vein with his lips. He tried to stroke the balls under the heavy organ only to have his hand slapped away. All Mahoney could do, or allowed to do, it seemed, was to sit on his bed and bob his head back and forth sucking on the thick hard cock of the mystery man.

Then something happened.

Mahoney felt the cock soften in his mouth. He tried to revive it by licking the underside of the organ but that made it worse. It seemed that the shadow man had lost interest. Mahoney was still trying his best to excite the flaccid penis when the shadow man pulled away. He heard more rustling and before he realized what was happening there was a bright glare. The door of his quarters had opened and Mahoney could only make out the shape of a person leaving his room.

The lieutenant sat on his bed trying to understand what had transpired. He was still in a daze when he turned the lights back on. That was a strange encounter, he thought and laughed to himself. He was about to grab his towel on the chair next to his bed and go for a shower when he noticed something shiny on the floor. Mahoney picked up the scarab and flipped it to see the name and rank of its owner edged on the back of the communication device and dog tag.

Mahoney read it and smiled.

...

Private Colin yawned and stretched his arms. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He saw his cousin sleeping next to him, his arms still around his torso. Then, everything that had transpired came back to him.

Colin turned and studied the old chamber they were in and when he looked beyond the ancient pillars to the wide open windows, he felt something. There was something different that morning. Colin felt more at home, more comfortable and safe than he had been for a long time. But there was something else. Something else that was new.

“Hey cuz.”

Colin found Christian staring at him with those strange yet familiar red eyes. “Morning,” he said beaming.

“You look like you're millions of miles away.”

“Actually, I feel like I've come home. Strange, but I know. Hey, do you smell that? I recognize this smell in the air...it's called -”

“Hae-dula,” Christian said and blinked, startled that he had just uttered a strange word. “Yeah, and Hae-dula means more than that, it's...” Christian snapped his fingers a few times trying to get the right words out.

“It's like being content, alive, happy.”

“Exactly.”

“Weird.”

“Very.”

Colin got up and brushed off the leaves that were on him. Some pieces of foliage was stuck to body by the dried cum from last night. He gave up after a while and walked around the huge chamber.

“This used to be the great hall, there were many celebrations held here. And over there at the-”

Christian waited for the rest of the sentence but Colin had stopped talking. Christian got to his feet and went to his cousin turning him around to face him.

“What? What is it?”

Christian could see the bewilderment and shock on Colin's face.

“What's wrong?” asked Christian again, his hands on Colin's shoulders feeling the younger man tremble.

“It's Ne-kimpa.”

Christian's eyes widened when he realized what his cousin was saying. His mouth grew slack and after a few moments his lips curled up and formed a smile.

“You're...”

Colin nodded, hot tears welled up in his ruby eyes and drained down the sides of his face.

“I'm pregnant.”

...

Crew Contact

2011-09-02T00:08:00.000+08:00

One more thing to do before calling it a night.

Crew Complement

2011-08-31T00:01:00.000+08:00

Name: Daniel Gregoire Chevalier

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 24

Field: Security

Open Frequencies

2011-08-29T00:05:00.002+08:00

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

2011-08-28T00:06:00.007+08:00

“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

2011-08-25T00:03:00.013+08:00

Name: Gilbert Terrance "G.T." Horner

Rank: Lieutenant

Age: 28

Field: Bio science

Open Frequencies

2011-08-22T00:08:00.000+08:00

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

2011-08-21T00:06:00.001+08:00

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.

Open Frequencies

2011-08-19T00:03:00.000+08:00

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

2011-08-17T00:14:00.000+08:00

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

Crew Complement

2011-08-15T00:19:00.000+08:00

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

Respite - Part 12

2011-08-14T00:00:00.021+08:00

“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.

Open Frequencies

2011-08-13T00:38:00.001+08:00

Previously on Starlight: Respite

The story continues tomorrow.

Crew Complement

2011-08-12T00:22:00.001+08:00

Name: Julian Oliver Toppin

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 24

Field: Engineering, propulsion

Crew Complement

2011-08-11T00:03:00.000+08:00

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

Crew Contact

2011-08-10T00:07:00.001+08:00

An interesting proposal for Crew Contact.

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

Open Frequencies

2011-08-07T00:00:00.002+08:00

Starlight: Respite

returns

NEXT WEEK!

Open Frequencies

2011-08-06T00:23:00.001+08:00

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

Crew Complement

2011-08-06T00:05:00.002+08:00

Name: Justin Riley "J.R." Raymond

Rank: Ensign

Age: 18

Field: Acting captain's boy

Crew Contact

2011-08-04T00:04:00.003+08:00

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

2011-08-02T00:09:00.000+08:00

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

Open Frequencies

2011-07-31T00:09:00.003+08:00

Starlight: Respite

returns in

2 weeks!

Crew Contact

2011-07-27T00:00:00.006+08:00

Ensign Kenny Culpatric enjoys being milked and stuffed at the same time. In fact, every since the young man discovered the joys of having these two activities together, he's been requesting for it three times a week.

Open Frequencies

2011-07-25T00:04:00.000+08:00

Starlight: Respite

returns

in 3 weeks!

Crew Complement

2011-07-24T00:04:00.000+08:00

Name: Hayward Terence Thompson-Cram
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 30
Field: Tactical, security

Crew Complement

2011-07-23T00:00:00.000+08:00

Name: Stanley Pevey
Rank: Private, Ground Command
Age: 26
Field: Tactical

Crew Complement

2011-07-20T00:07:00.000+08:00

Name: Brian Kline Montarae
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 24
Field: Ship's systems, security

Crew Contact

2011-07-19T00:03:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, often times, it takes but a gesture to kindle a night fantasies are made of.

Open Frequencies

2011-07-17T00:47:00.000+08:00

Starlight: Respite

returns in 4 weeks!

...

Crew Complement

2011-07-15T00:12:00.001+08:00

Name: Timothy Surawaddi

Rank: Ensign

Age: 19

Field: Navigation, communications

Crew Complement

2011-07-13T00:01:00.002+08:00

Name: Raymond Horus Ross

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 23

Field: Communications, linguistics

Open Frequencies - Cover Art

2011-07-11T00:09:00.001+08:00

Cover art for Respite!

Hope you like it. Tell me what you think.

You can click on the cover picture on the right panel and read the story so far.

Open Frequencies

2011-07-10T13:57:00.000+08:00

Starlight: Respite

Returns in 5 weeks!

Crew Contact

2011-07-09T12:23:00.001+08:00

In the barracks.

Crew Complement

2011-07-06T00:09:00.000+08:00

Name: Spencer Aaron Orslow
Rank: Private, Ground Command
Age: 19
Field: Tactical

Open Frequencies

2011-07-04T12:52:00.001+08:00

Happy

4th of July!

Have a great Summer.

Respite - Part 11

2011-07-03T00:08:00.011+08:00

Private Nick Nelson walked to the barracks for the first time in the last few weeks. Even before he reached the door, he could hear the commotion inside. The laughter and the din of rowdy troopers reminded him of the joviality that occurs every time a big enough group was off duty. Nelson felt a hint of melancholy within him and pushed open the door to the large room.

“Well lookie here, someone's come back to us!” yelled Private Lonnie Tanner over the noise. She ran to him giving him a big hug.

“So how is life on the outside Nicky?”

“Oh stop it, it's only been a few weeks!” Nick instantly eased back to being one of the gang.

From the corner of his eye he noticed Private Adam Bonde looking at him. The look on his face was somewhere between disinterest and annoyance. He and Nick had served on a tour sometime ago but they had hardly spoken since they were posted on Starlight.

“So are you back? As in, back, back?” asked Lonnie jumping up and throwing an arm around his shoulders. She led him to the middle of the room where the rest of the troopers were, some wrestling, some having a beer while others were just laughing and playfully jostling each other.

“I'm just here to get a few things from my locker.”

“You fucking little perv!” Lonnie punched him in the arm. “We've missed your pretty little ass here. Of course our admiration for your hiney can't be compared to the adoration Lieutenant Colfax gives you, we still wanna see more of it here. Am I right guys?”

The troopers cheered and some reached out to slap his buttocks, more than a few tried to slap Lonnie's. Nick just laughed. He didn't know how else to react. He walked to his bunker and opened his footlocker.

“Nick, come have a drink with us!” yelled another trooper.

Nick just gave him the thumbs up without looking back.

He dug through his things, looking for his sensor pad. He found out from Carter that his equipment was compatible with the ship's system and he wanted to draw out an action plan to show Commander Stone at the meeting.

“I heard you made quite an impression at the briefing today.”

Nick looked over his shoulder. It was Adam Bonde.

“Yeah, just a few thoughts, we've gotta see if that plan can actually work,” Nick pulled out the pad and dislodged the things on top of it causing his stuff to fall out from his locker. He stood up and Adam was squarely in his face.

Nelson took a half step back. He realized that Adam just had a towel flimsily wrapped his waist. Adam's skin was still moist from a shower and Nelson could smell the scent of soap on him. When he looked back up at Adam, Nelson saw something in his eyes for the first time since he walked in. Anger.

“You may think that our rules don't mean a fucking thing when we're out here, but most of us here still do. We take pride in our way of life, in what it means being a trooper,” sneered Adam. “When you prance around letting everyone fuck that ass of yours, you're pissing on all that we stand for. And personally, it makes me sick.”

“Get away from my face,” Nelson didn't let his face show the anger that was surging inside him. He stared the down the trooper and when he didn't back off, he felt his hands clench into a fist. The room went quiet, everyone just watched.

“You know, there's an old word they use for people like you. You're a fucking fa-”

Adam never had the chance to finish his insult. Nelson slugged him in the face. He felt his fist come in contact with the soft cartilage of Adam's nose and felt it crack. Adam, caught off guard, stumbled back but quickly regained his footing. He shifted his stance and punched Nick in the stomach and when he fell forward Adam hit him with an undercut to his chin. Nick tasted blood when he fell back on his locker. He spun around and lunged at Adam catching him by the throat. Adam freed himself by grabbing his arm, turning and landed a hard punch on the side of Nelson's face. He felt the impact on his eye and cheekbones. Nelson fell to the floor and when Adam moved in he kicked out his legs and pushed himself to his feet. Adam got up quickly as well and charged at Nelson, his fist balled up. When he was close enough, Adam threw a punch. Nick managed to block the attack with his forearm, then using the opening, he landed another blow on Adam's chin.

Nick Nelson never felt this angry, he was trained to to engage any situation with a clear and calm head. But somehow, he was just filled with fury this time. Nelson was about to continue the fight when he felt arms grab at him. The troopers in the room tried to hold both of them apart. Lonnie was yelling at both of them, but Nelson couldn't hear a word she was saying.

Bonde was bleeding from his broken nose and from a cut on his lower lip. Nick licked his own split lip and it he felt pain. He spat out the blood and pulled against the restraints of his fellow troopers.

“Let go of me!” yelled Nelson and he managed to free himself. He took one glaring look at Adam Bonde and walked out of the barracks.

…

The craft glowed like a jewel in the darkness. The exterior lights of the barge beamed from all sides of the metallic ship like the wrath of some ancient pagan god showing its might.

Lieutenant John Harrow approached the ship carefully, the sand crunching under his boot. The ship looked abandoned. He recalled regulation stipulated that the engines and all exterior lights are to be shut down or turned off upon landing, unless during a rescue mission or an incursion. It was too quiet to be either. He tapped on his scarab to signal the ship, but got no response. He made a quick dash towards the starboard of the barge and pressed himself up against its steel walls. He worried that his crewmates were unconscious. He worried that they could be hurt, or worse.

Harrow visually scanned the surroundings of the craft, following its outer walls. The lights from the ship made any stealth approach impossible, but he still did as he was trained. He turned on his blaster and waited for sound of a soft whine signaling that it was fully charged. In a swift motion Harrow ducked his head into the open hatch and confirmed that the ship was deserted. He climbed in and headed to the cockpit. He tried to soothe the goosebumps under the environment suit by rubbing his hand over his arm, but it didn't help.

“Harrow to landing party, come in,” he tried again and paused to wait for a response. Perhaps they were still within communication range.

Nothing.

Harrow tapped on the controls, shutting down the engines but kept the other systems online. With a wave of his hand he called up a holoscreen, he scanned through the read out to check the status of the craft. Everything looked fine. In fact, he saw that the onboard computer was being monitored remotely. He sat himself down in the navigator's chair and sent out a distress signal to Starlight. Before he left the cockpit he reached under the console and retrieved an energy rifle. Harrow tried not to listen to the sound of his heart pounding or the heavy breathing when he stepped out of the craft and into the darkness.

With the engines off, the terrain was dead silent. This was the spot where Landrey was attacked, Harrow realized even without checking his instruments. He recognized the rock formations and the short flat rocks Landrey had climbed up earlier. Some ten feet away he saw the tattered environmental suits and helmets. A sinking feeling developed in his gut.

“John.”

Startled, Harrow spun around and tried to determine where the voice came from.

“Landrey?” Harrow's visor was fogging up, he blew at it to clear the condensation.“Where are you Marcus?” he shouted, trying to ignore the sound of his heart pounding and the adrenalin coursing through his body. “Come on buddy, I can't see you outside the light.”

He could hear footsteps, more than one set and close by. Only one set approached, the rest just stayed beyond the glow radius of the craft. “It's okay Marcus, everything's fine, we'll sort this whole thing out.” More footsteps. Harrow pointed his blaster and positioned his finger on the trigger of the energy rifle. The energy levels on his wrist device was low, tracking Landrey had used up quite a bit of its resources. Harrow knew that he had a good two shots, maybe three, coupled with the rifle he should have enough, that is, if he didn't miss. That is, if he wanted to kill all his crew mates.

“John.”

Harrow turned around and Landrey was standing there, three feet away. His hair was gone, the bumps on his forehead were more pronounced and his eyes were fully red. Harrow stumbled back, his weapon trained on the boy.

“What are you doing?” asked Landrey, his voice calm.

“What's happening to you? Where are the others?” shouted Harrow.

“John, calm down. The rest are here too. We're not going to harm you,” Landrey said holding out his hand. A glow emanated from elliptical slit on his forehead. “Unless you shoot me of course,” he said with a smile and a wink.

...

Open Frequencies

2011-07-02T00:02:00.009+08:00

Hey all, summer's here and as such everyone's going out and having a great time. I'm going to take Starlight on shore leave too. Kinda silly to keep this running when everyone's off on their own wonderful adventure isn't it?

This Sunday's post will be the last before I go on break. I'll be back, soon enough, with the continuation of Respite!

Meanwhile, there'll be picture updates from time to time and a countdown to when we return. So check back often.

Have a great summer all!

Crew Contact

2011-07-01T00:03:00.019+08:00

Lieutenant Elden would usually sit in the shadows watching his lover enjoy his Crew Contact sessions. There were a few rare instances when he joined in. This was one of those times.

Crew Complement

2011-06-29T00:53:00.000+08:00

Name: Dominic Joachim Pytri
Rank: Ensign
Age: 19
Field: Communications, linguistics

Open Frequencies

2011-06-28T00:02:00.019+08:00

Hey all,

It seems I've been fucking up my posts. Pictures and text get repeated and postings get pushed back, and but for a keen reader emailing me I wouldn't have even noticed. So a big thank you to IR!

The mistakes have been rectified, and hopefully I caught them all.

Laters!

Kit

Respite - Part 10

2011-06-26T00:24:00.002+08:00

Doctor DeSelle was shaking his head when Commander Stone entered the the doctor's private office. It seemed to him these days, whenever he saw the doctor he would looked confounded and stressed out. Stone realized that no amount of medical training could really prepare you for space. Even for a well-trained tactical officer like himself, Stone has had to find other ways to accomplish his mission. Flying by the seat of his pants is not a philosophy or a discipline that Stone was comfortable with. But out here amidst the stars, he just had to adapt. Stone nodded to the other men in the room, Captain Hunt and H'loor.

“Have you ever seen anything like this H'loor?” DeSelle said barely acknowledging Stone's presence. He stared impatiently at the T'aal reading the medical report on a holoscreen.

“Not like this, but it is not unheard of,” said the H'loor. “Some species of plants on our home planet have been known to crossbreed to form a new species.”

“Is this what is happening to Marcus Landrey?” asked Stone who took his place next to the doctor.

“This is the scan Lieutenant Nostir took of Landrey before taking his helmet off,” DeSelle pulled up a new projection, then he tapped on the controls and overlaid it with another scan. “This one he took an hour later before you left the planet. Look at how rapidly his body has been altered.”

“Into what?” asked Hunt.

“If H'loor's right, somehow, whatever that was introduced into his system is changing him. Oddly for now, only certain biological functions of his body seems to be affected.”

“They are morphing into some sort of hybrid?” Stone moved the medical projections around trying to understand them.

“I can't tell from these scans but the worst case scenario is that he may be completely and irrecoverably transformed to live and thrive down there on the planet.”

“Can't anything be done? Maybe there's a way to filter out the invading organisms and save him?” Stone wondered out loud.

“Perhaps, but we would need to study the plants that stung him to get a better picture, when the second landing team returns we could -”

DeSelle was interrupted by a knock on the door. Stone answered it and the rest of the men looked on as he talked to a cadet in hushed tones. From the expressions on the young cadet's face, the men had a sickening feeling that the news was not good. At last Stone nodded and closed the door.

“We have a problem,” Stone sighed heavily when he spoke. “The second landing party was supposed to have returned an hour ago, and they are not answering our hails.”

…

“They are calling for me,” said Marcus Landrey, his mouth agape and his eyes wide and wild. He turned in every direction as if trying to determine the direction of a voice.

“What? Who is calling for you?” Lieutenant Harrow frowned and tried to hear what the trooper was hearing.

Landrey jumped off the rock and Harrow noticed how easily he did that, almost like he knew these rocks and moving around them was second nature to him. His nimble nude form landed on the ground below in seconds and he took a few moments to look around. Landrey then took off towards the horizon. Harrow ran after him but soon he found that he couldn't keep up, his environmental suit weighed heavily down on him and restricted his movements. After a while, he found himself bent over trying to catch his breath. When he looked up again he realized that it was too dark to see clearly. And Landrey was gone.

…

“We have remotely accessed the landing barge's onboard computer, and this is what we know,” Commander Stone stood in front of a group of his tactical officers and Ground Command troopers. “The barge left the planet at 14.35, ship's time, and was on route back to Starlight. Half an hour later it returned to the surface and the landing party left the craft with its systems running. As far as we know, the barge is still operational.”

Stone paced the briefing room with his hands behind his back. “We now know that there are living organisms on the planet that has the ability to change and or modify our bodies. The first sign of infection is when our respiratory system is compromised. This could explain why the landing party left the barge before they could shut down the engines.”

Stone called up a holoscreen which laid out their mission. “The plan now is to find a way to return to the planet, save our crew members, or if they have been compromised, find a way to help to them. We also need to bring back samples of the plants so that we can study them. We have to do all this, without being infected ourselves.” Stone paused. “Questions?”

“Sir, not really a question sir, but...” Private Nick Nelson's voice softened when he realized everyone in the room had turned to look at him.

“Continue private.”

“Perhaps we can utilize the drones we've deployed around the planet. Set it to scan specifically for the plants.”

“Good thinking private, but you must know that during our previous encounter with the plants, our scans are useless in picking them up.”

“Maybe we just need to pick a really barren place to land. Set the drones to map out and search the terrain for wide open plains. We'd have tactical advantage when we have time to react should something approach us.”

Stone nodded. He was impressed.

“Nelson, draw up a plan, we'll talk in an hour.”

…

Crew Contact

2011-06-25T14:50:00.002+08:00

Lights out at 2300 hours. That's when the fun begins.

Crew Complement

2011-06-24T00:35:00.000+08:00

Name: Peter Nathan Felton

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 23

Field: Geology, microbiology

Respite - Part 9

2011-06-21T00:44:00.007+08:00

Sergeant Marcus Landrey head was swimming. He realized that his body was swaying back and forth so he quickly secured his footing on the boulder. Behind him the sun was almost gone, just a soft glow that divided the sky from the vast and empty ground below. A soft wind brushed through his short-cropped hair, picked up the few longer strands and made them dance. The expression on his face wasn't as serene.

Landrey's eyes were wide in horror and confusion. He was glued to the holoscreen projection Lieutenant Harrow was showing him. He could barely recognize himself, and he searched the image for anything that was still familiar.

His skin had turned pale, he had noticed it before but had chalked it up to nerves, or perhaps the light on the planet refracting differently. He had no idea that he was almost blue now. Ridges had formed on his forehead; an elliptical circle that ended between his eyebrows. When he looked closer, he realized that his eyes had turned to a dark shade of red, and his pupils were almost indiscernible from the rest of his eyes.

He touched his face, then looked at his arms and legs. He didn't know what else to say and so he didn't say anything he just stood there with his mouth open. He turned slowly and faced the dim glow over the horizon. Tears stung his eyes and rolled down his smooth boyish face. Then he felt Harrow's hands on his arms, gently stroking him.

The wind picked up again, gently caressing his bare skin. Landrey let Harrow touch him, it felt good, comforting somehow. Harrow hugged him from behind, and his arms tightened around his body.

“It's gonna be okay you know? I'm sure the doctor will find a way, I mean, we have a lot of technology on our hands, not to mention the T'aal. Besides...”

“You are doing it again,” Landrey sniffed.

“What?”

“Your jabbering.”

“Oh... but you know what I mean right?”

“Yeah.”

Harrow's gloved hand slipped between Landrey's arms and caressed his torso, brushing past his nipples and his across his belly. It felt good. Landrey wondered if this were any other time, would he consider this a come-on?

The two of them stood silently and watched the lights in the distance fade.

…

Open Frequencies

2011-06-19T19:19:00.000+08:00

Been quite swamped with some stuff. Respite will resume later this week. To make it up to you, enjoy these pictures!

Crew Contact

2011-06-16T00:04:00.000+08:00

Lieutenant Commander Brian Alders wanted a workout and headed to the ship's gym. There he met Private Marty Alvarez, and they sweated it out all afternoon.

Crew Complement

2011-06-15T00:15:00.001+08:00

Name: Alfred Daniel Wilson
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 20
Field: Horticulture, terraformation

Respite - Part 8

2011-06-12T00:48:00.001+08:00

Nick Nelson felt a sharp pain on his back. He wanted to cry out but his mouth was covered by Carter Colfax's lips. He tried to back away in a different direction only to bump into more ornaments. It was difficult to stumble into a room, Carter's room, while kissing passionately.

Nick heard more things fall and break when Carter pushed him up against the wall. He fought to find his way to Carter's bed, just to minimize the damage to his quarters. Carter didn't seem to care. Nick felt his strong hands on his waist lifting him up and setting him down on a table. The same determined hands then found their way under the young trooper's uniform and started pulling, tugging, and ripping it.

“Don't you want to do this in the bedroom?” Nick managed to say when Carter moved the kissing to his neck.

Carter responded with a grunt. Nick felt a hand shoved between his legs and seized his balls. It hurt a little but Nick didn't stop him, he just tightened his hold around Carter's neck. He spread his legs and the fingers continued probing his genitals, eager to feel every fold and every hair between his thighs. A lone finger dug into his anus, rubbing the tight ring of muscle that contracted when stimulated. He heard a tear and then more rips, he didn't need to look down to know that his uniform was being destroyed.

Carter lifted Nick from the table without looking away from him. Nick wondered if this was what they called make-up sex.

Carter carried him into the bedroom. Before they reached the bed, Nick made a sudden move. He landed on his feet and as Carter was still finding his balance, Nick kicked his feet out from under him. Carter grabbed onto Nick as he fell. He had the air knocked out of him when the trooper landed on top of him. Carter was thankful they landed on the giant cushion he kept near his bed. Then they both started laughing. Nick hid his face on Carter's chest, his body shaking from the giggles.

“What did you do that for?” asked Carter when he caught his breath.

“To make sure you're doing this for the right reasons.”

Carter cupped Nick's face with both hands and drew him closer. Then he kissed him. Gentler this time. More intimate. More affectionate.

Nick stuck out his tongue and Carter drank from it hungrily. They didn't need to stop their lip-lock to continue stripping the remaining bits of their uniform. Once the two were skin to skin, their body heat permeating the others', Nick pushed himself between Carter's legs.

He had made love enough times with Carter Colfax to know that the man didn't like to get fucked. The very few times Nick's plump penis got in, Carter had made a fuss, if not during then shortly after sex.

Nick positioned himself and pushed his erection up against the opening. He felt the anus pushing back on his cockhead.

“Are you doing this for the right reasons?” asked Nick Nelson again.

“I'm giving myself to you kid, that oughta tell you something.”

“What are you trying to prove?”

“That I'm giving myself to you.”

Nick was moved, he sucked on his own lips and looked at the smiling man under him. They kissed again. Harder this time. More affectionate than before. Nick felt Carter's anus relax and his cock slid into its warm interiors, there was no resistance after that, there was no flinching, only a smile on Carter's face.

Nick fucked him, slowly at first and when the lust began to build his pace quickened. Nick never realized how glorious the silky anus felt wrapped around his cock. He had always been too focused on just getting it in, making Carter submit to him. But it felt different now. He burrowed all the way in and felt the anal walls caress his organ. When he pulled out completely the gaping hole twitched, calling for his cock to return to its embrace.

Nick reached down to find that Carter was hard. This was not common too. He masturbated him and tried to synchronize his movements; matching every dip and withdraw with every pull and push of his hand. They didn't need to check with one other, their bodies jibed, their stimulation matched and when Nick came inside Carter, he felt ropes of cum spurt from Carter's cock and landing on his belly.

Their cocks were still sloppy with cum when they walked to the bed. Nick climbed in and went on all fours. He looked over his shoulders to see Carter standing behind him. The lieutenant collected some of the semen on his stomach and smeared it on Nick's anus. He then pushed his cock in.

...

The landing barge hovered over the empty plane stirring up a cloud of fine sand. In the vanishing light the vessel was cloaked in silhouette. The shadows on the ground below was disturbed by the pools of light from the bow of the craft as it descended. The barge levitated ten feet from the surface, it extended its landing struts before finally touching down and shrouded itself in a mist of sand.

The doors opened and ten men, armed and snug in their environmental suits, exited the barge. The man in front checked his onyx to confirm the coordinates given to him by the previous landing party. The lights from the craft illuminated every speck of settling debris and the men hand to repeatedly wipe their visors to see. Carefully they approached the area their crewmate was attacked.

They turned on the headlamps on their helmets when they reached the rock pile. It was getting dark fast, and their lamps only allowed them to see a few feet ahead. They slowed down their approach noting the sharp rocks that they had to navigate around. The group, made up of biologists, medics and security personnel climbed the rock that Sergeant Landrey had scaled up a few hours ago. This would have been a quick climb during the day but in the dark, they could go only as fast as the man in front of them moved.

When they reached the top of the flat rock they pointed their lights and their riffles around. There wasn't any vegetation in sight – no bush, no shrub.

There was a slight sound. Rustling. A sound so benign that one would dismiss. That was their mistake.

A tactical officer got off one shot and then silence. In a matter of seconds, all ten men were taken down. When the shock subsided, they were left groaning, hugging the limbs that had just been stung. The pain ebbed eventually and the men struggled to their feet and headed towards the barge.

A few minutes later the craft was airborne and it climbed the planet's atmosphere.

A few thousand kilometers later, the barge turned back and landed once more.

The barge's engines were still going when the doors burst open and the ten men stumbled out of the ship tearing off their helmets and environmental suits, coughing and wheezing violently.

In the darkness, the ten men lay on the ground sucking in as much air as their lungs could fill. For the first few minutes they inhaled the fine dust on the ground, but they didn't care. The relief from being able to breath again was overwhelming.

One of the men flipped himself over. On his back, he could only see an unfamiliar sky sprinkled with stars and constellations he didn't recognize. His view was obscured in intervals by his breath in the air. He turned his head and looked at the unconscious crewman next to him. He felt his body shutting down too. He tried to reach him, but he couldn't move. Before darkness took him, he managed to utter just one word.

“Colin.”

….

Crew Complement

2011-06-10T12:08:00.002+08:00

Name: Jude Griffin

Rank: Lieutenant Commander

Age: 34

Field: Communications

Crew Complement

2011-06-08T00:04:00.000+08:00

Name: Enrico Joseph Biachi
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 28
Field: Tactical

Respite - Part 7

2011-06-05T15:53:00.000+08:00

“But nothing happened!” protested Carter Colfax.

“Then what's with this guilt all over your face?”

The empty cargo bay was far away from everyone's earshot. Colfax had caught up with Private Nick Nelson and they ended up there having their first argument.

“What look?”

“Oh you can't even hide it, so just drop it will you?” Nick raised his voice and it echoed through the bay.

“I think you're blowing this way outta proportion Nick.”

“Blow what? I don't even know what happened. Oh this is pointless, I need to head back to the barracks.”

“Wait!” Colfax grabbed Nelson by the arm, a little firmly than he would have liked to, but the in the heat of the moment he didn't notice his grip.

“Do I need to remind you how good a soldier I am? I can break this arm in two places, bust both your kneecaps and fracture that pretty nose of yours faster than you can say “torpedoes away”.

Colfax let go.

“Nick, honestly, honestly, nothing happened. We kissed...we were making out but I pulled away, and then kinda, sorta ran out of there in a hysterical sorta way. I went back to apologize and that's when you came in.”

Nelson said nothing. He turned but didn't open the door. “I would have like to see that,” he said finally.

“See what?”

“You running hysterically.”

…

Lieutenant John Harrow sat up in his tent. For a moment he didn't know where he was. The metallic interiors of the giant tent reflected the illumination from the lantern next to him creating a dazzling light play. Harrow rubbed his face clearing away any doubt that he was actually awake. Everything that had happened in the last few hours came back to him. He and Marcus Landrey were alone on the planet waiting for the landing party to return. Landrey was given a mild sedative and he must have fallen asleep as well. Then it occurred to him. Where was Sergeant Landrey?

He picked himself up, grabbed his riffle, snapped on his helmet and got out of the tent. He tapped his scarab. “Landrey, where are you? Respond.”

He got only static.

Harrow tapped on the tent door and waited for the airlock to release. It seemed to take forever. He walked around the campsite and was about to widen his search parameter when he saw Landrey standing on a rock and looking at the desert sunset. The young trooper was completely naked and when Harrow got closer, he noticed something different about him.

Landrey turned when he heard Harrow climbing up behind him and smiled. “Hey, can you believe how beautiful ...” he started but stopped noticing the horrified look on Harrow's face. “What? What is it?”

Harrow didn't know what to say.

“What?” asked Landrey again.

Harrow tapped on the settings on his onyx, pointed it at Landrey and took a picture.

“I think you should see this,” said Harrow and projected a holoscreen from his wrist device.

“Oh my g...” Landrey instinctively felt his face and touched his head. “What the hell is happening to me?”

...

Crew Contact

2011-06-04T00:11:00.003+08:00

Commander Travis Hill likes to de-stress at the end of a long shift. Lately, Ensign Noel Mullien has been on hand to help relief the tension.

Crew Complement

2011-06-02T00:18:00.000+08:00

Name: Justin Kim Dae-Min

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age: 23

Field: Medical, bio-science

Open Frequencies

2011-05-29T00:38:00.000+08:00

Hey all,

Looks like I'd have to postpone today's post until later. Hopefully not too late. Been horribly ill and horribly busy. Meanwhile, enjoy this picture!

Crew Contact

2011-05-27T00:01:00.002+08:00

It's always exciting whenever word gets out that a Ground Command trooper is interested in trying something new.

Crew Complement

2011-05-25T00:07:00.001+08:00

Name: Lucas Daniel Santos
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 24
Field: Navigation