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 TITLE: The Time Jumper's Daughters
PART: 5 of 7
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mf+g cons ped teen ScFi piv oral fellatio cunnilingus size inc
father/daughter
SUMMARY: The foretold alien invasion begins!  Written as a story trade
for GeorgeGlass on Hentai Foundry.
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   On April 1st, 2156, social media across the globe exploded with
photographs taken through telescopes.  Most were by amateurs, but some were
leaked from observatories around the world.  From various angles, in
varying amounts of detail, and all manner of resolutions, these photographs
all showed the same thing.
   A fleet of UFOs appeared seemingly out of nowhere in orbit around the
Earth...and a split second later, they all vanished.  Several forms of
social media crashed with the amount of speculation flooding their servers.
Wild rumors were bandied about.  Religious groups proclaimed the time of
judgment had arrived.  Conspiracy theorists decreed that they were
vindicated.  Cynics suggested these were merely asteroids shooting by, or
an optical illusion of some kind.
   It was April Fools' Day after all...could the whole thing merely be one
massive prank?  But who could orchestrate such a thing on a global scale?
World leaders were silent, however - until the following day.  On April
2nd, the national leaders of the G8 called a news conference from London.
The American President, a short Hispanic man with a reverberating baritone,
read the statement.
   "Citizens of the earth," he began, "yesterday saw a never-before-seen
phenomenon that puzzled you all.  Some of you were afraid.  We apologize
for not allaying your fears earlier.  Today, however, I can confirm that
these alleged 'UFOs' were in fact extraterrestrial spacecraft."
   He paused as the crowd dissolved into an uproar.  More social media
servers crashed even as the man continued his speech.  "I am sad to report
that these extraterrestrials did not come with peaceful intentions.  Their
goal was to strip our precious planet bare of all resources and leave our
civilization in ruins."
   More hubbub ensued, with fearful overtones.
   The President didn't wait this time, but raised his hands for calm. 
"Please, do not panic.  Let me assure you that the crisis has been
resolved. An elite joint-nations task force disabled the entire
extraterrestrial fleet and commandeered it.  For security reasons, the
identity of this task force, as well as the methods they employed, must
remain of the highest classification."
   Tweets flew wildly as everyone talked excitedly about these mythical
'Men in Black'.  Who were they?  How had they defeated the aliens so
quickly and handily?
   "Although much of the information we are gathering must remain
confidential as we assess its potential ramifications," the President said,
"we are committed to sharing as much as we are able.  This is the height of
the Information Age, and the beginning of our awareness in a larger galaxy.
We cannot hide behind the same walls as we have before.  We must rise to
new heights.  We must embrace each other and work together to claim our
place in the stars, to declare to one and all that humanity is glorious,
and its homeworld is defended."
   There were further remarks after that, but the meat of the statement was
over.  Drawings and sketches flooded the internet, of imagined depictions
of the aliens, of what the Men in Black - as they were now being popularly
called - might look like, and even a surprising amount of Rule 34 that
depicted the American President shagging a vaguely feminine
extraterrestrial with tentacles.  More conspiracy theories were hatched
over the next few days than had been set forth in the past half-century.
   True to the President's word, the G8 did release some details over the
next few days.  The name of the alien race was revealed: chronan.  People
speculated over whether this was the government's name for them, or if
that's what the chronans called themselves; the government did not clarify.
Some suggested that the similarity to the name Chronos, out of Greek myth,
indicated that these were the progenitors set forth in the ever-popular
'ancient aliens' conspiracy theory.
   A photograph of a dead chronan was shortly disseminated as well, showing
them to be a bipedal humanoid race, with long tufted ears, manes down their
upper back, and a fuzzy tail.  It was unclear from the photograph how tall
the chronan was, though speculation ran rampant.  More sketches and
drawings flooded the internet, including the ever-present Rule 34.  The
picture of the American president shagging a female alien was altered to
depict a chronan female.
   Many people commented on how cute the chronans looked.  Several jokingly
asked if they could keep any as pets.  One company started producing sex
dolls modeled after unrealistically proportioned chronans, and made
millions.
   More information was released in a slow but steady stream over several
weeks.  The human race at large was hungry for more information than it
got, but they received plenty, and filled in the rest with speculation. 
Chronan cults formed.  Kids dressed up as chronans that Halloween, and even
adults cosplayed as chronans at conventions.  Movies were released that
conjectured fanciful possibilities for who the Men in Black were and how
they had defeated the chronans so handily.
   The truth of the matter, of course, was known only to a select few...
   ***
   At one o'clock in the morning on April 1st, a CRF operative woke Lee up
with a knock on his bedroom door.  Lee disengaged carefully from Celia, not
wanting to disturb her sleep - and mostly succeeded, only eliciting a small
and adorable whine from her as she clutched at him in her slumber - and put
on his robe before answering the door.
   A woman in a suit and with a military haircut greeted him.  Operative
Timms, he knew her as.  As with all the CRF operatives, he had no idea if
that was her real name.
   "Commander Clark," she addressed him with a salute, "we have a mission
for you.  Select ten of your best time jumpers." The CRF had bestowed upon
him the designation of Commander, and Lee had accustomed himself to it with
aplomb.  His daughters never failed to find hysterical merriment in
saluting him and calling him 'Commander Daddy!'
   "Does it have to be now?" he scowled.  Timms didn't answer, knowing as
well as he did that of course it had to be now, or they wouldn't have
asked. Still, one would think they would allow for some more flexibility in
scheduling, given their army of time jumpers.  "Celia, of course." He
rattled off 9 more names, his daughters who were the top-notch jumpers
among them all.
   Timms repeated the names into the comm on her collar, and Lee winced as
he imagined his girls being awakened by operatives.  He went back inside to
wake Celia, but she was already stirring, attuned to him.  "What is it,
Daddy?" she asked sleepily.
   "A mission," he replied.
   She instantly became alert.  "I know it's Invasion Day, but that's not
for another twelve hours.  Right?"
   He nodded.  "They didn't say what they needed, though." She hummed
thoughtfully as she got up, and giggled as some of his stale cum dribbled
from her cunt.  They showered together quickly, keeping their
fooling-around to a minimum, and dressed, going out to meet the other 9
girls and Operative Timms in front of the manor.
   A black limousine awaited them, and the girls piled in.  Hot breakfast
trays awaited them, and the girls forgot all their complaints about being
awakened so early, digging in as the car lurched into motion.
   "Did they say where we're going, Daddy?" 16-year-old Harriet asked.  He
shook his head.
   "You know how it goes, Harry," 13-year-old Pam said as she speared a
sausage link with her fork.  "Need-to-know and all that."
   They were driven to a small airport, but the limousine never let them
off; rather the chauffeur drove them directly onto a plane, and they stayed
in the car as the plane lifted off.  "Wow," Celia said, looking out the
dark windows of the limo into the cargo hold.  "No windows here or
anything."
   "Maybe they're trying to hide our identities as much as possible,"
Harriet suggested.  "So no one can see us boarding the plane except through
a blacked-out car window." The others agreed that seemed reasonable. 
Privately, Lee was very thankful the CRF was so considerate of his
daughters' privacy, if consideration it was.
   The flight took a few hours, and after they polished off the last of the
breakfast trays, the girls passed the time by making out with each other
and taking turns sucking their daddy's giant cock.  When they landed,
however, Pam quickly finished swallowing her daddy's latest load, smiling
brightly at him as she licked a dollop of cum from the corner of her plush
teen mouth, and got back onto the seats with her sisters.
   The limo drove off the plane, and they saw they were in a desert.  "The
Southwest," Celia ventured.  The others echoed their agreement, but had no
ideas more specific than that...until they came to a compound surrounded by
fences, with a sign marked AREA 51.
   The girls squealed.  "Area 51?  In Nevada?  For real?  Way cool!"
   "I guess there really is something to all the conspiracy theories about
this place," Lee chuckled.
   The limo drove deep into the fenced complex, between several
dour-looking buildings, before going into an open hangar.  There was some
sort of large structure in the middle of the expansive hangar, as big as a
blimp, but it was completely covered by a dark green tarpaulin.  Lee and
the girls looked around curiously through the dark windows.
   The opaque glass separating the front seat from the back rolled down,
and Operative Timms' face turned to greet them.  "Jumpers," she addressed
them all, "pause time, except for everyone in this hangar, if you please."
   "Pffft," Celia scoffed.  "You don't need ten of us for that." She paused
time except for everyone in the hangar on her own.
   Timms didn't so much as raise an eyebrow.  "Thank you, Jumper Celia. 
You may exit the vehicle now."
   She was first, opening her own door; then Lee's daughters clambered out,
followed by their father.  Timms wasn't any more forthcoming with
explanations, though Lee noticed one of the hangar workers looking in awe
outside, where people and vehicles had stopped in their tracks - even a
bird, paused in mid-flight.
   The hangar workers had clearly been briefed, however, and got over their
initial shock as Timms directed them to remove the tarp.  They did so,
pulling it away from high catwalks, and Lee and his girls gasped.
   "No way!" "Is that a UFO?" "Ohmigod!"
   A flying saucer had indeed been unveiled as the tarp was pulled away. 
It was a thick metal ring around the lower half of a squat cylinder, which
itself was topped with a dome.  "This chronan vessel was recovered in the
Roswell incident of 1947," Timms explained.  "It was your mother's own
scout ship, Commander." Lee jerked in surprise, and his girls' mouths
turned into simultaneous O's of astonishment.
   "This is just a scout ship?" Celia asked.  "It's huge!"
   "Most chronan spaceships use the same basic frame," Timms replied,
nodding.  "They're modular enough that they can be fitted for any mission
capacity."
   "You've got it working again," Harriet said.  It was not a question.
   "That is correct.  We have a pair of pilots trained to use it, as well.
They will be flying us on our mission."
   "The mission to save the Earth," Pam nodded.
   Timms shook her head.  "Not this time.  Today, we watch the Earth die."
   ***
   With time still paused, the flying saucer flew out of the hangar,
completely undetected by anyone in the frozen moment.  Celia paused
everyone who remained in the hangar now too, at Timms' request, while the
girls ooh'ed and aah'ed at everything.  The world became smaller and
smaller beneath them, framed by the flickering lights of the consoles and
dashboards.  They were in the dome topping the center of the saucer, where
the two military pilots' hands flew over the controls.
   The atmosphere grew thinner, and blue skies darkened to black, as the
time jumpers entered orbit for the first time in their lives.  Still
somewhat subdued by their mission briefing, the girls didn't make any
exclamations, but surveyed the view in reverent silence.  Celia slipped her
hand into Lee's, and he squeezed it gently.
   A digital clock was set atop one console, clearly not of alien design.
It displayed the current time down to milliseconds.  Oddly, it wasn't
ticking forward; although time was paused for everyone else, a clock
shouldn't know that, and should keep advancing if it was itself unpaused.
Timms saw Lee's curious gaze.  "A temporally-calibrated clock," she said.
"It is attuned to time's flow enough that it can detect when time is frozen
around it."
   "You can do that?" Harriet said in astonishment.
   "The CRF has learned much from the time jumpers," Timms shrugged.  Lee
looked at her sharply.  How much had the CRF learned?  Could they duplicate
time jumping somehow?  Timms was astute enough to guess what he was
thinking.  "This clock is the height of our temporal technology.  It took
us a century and trillions of dollars to develop, and research has been
unable to progress any farther beyond that development.
   "Now," Timms continued, "if you would jump us to our mark." The girls
and Lee joined hands, and advanced time several hours, to exactly one
minute after noon.  The temporal clock face now read that time.  The space
around earth was empty.  "Keep us hidden," Timms said, reminding them of
their training, so that the incoming chronan fleet wouldn't detect human
time-manipulation.  "Keep us moving, pilots.  Jumpers...advance 360
milliseconds."
   Lee and his girls followed orders, and the girls couldn't help but gasp
as the space ahead of them suddenly filled with hundreds of flying saucers.
They could see chronans, frozen in time, through the glass hemispheres atop
their vessels, which bristled with weaponry and were clearly of newer
designs than the two-centuries-old saucer from Area 51.  According to the
briefing, the chronans had warped from their homeworld to the edge of the
solar system, just beyond Pluto's orbit, then paused time to cover their
advance to Earth from early detection.
   Timms' fingers flew over her own controls, gathering data from her
sensor instruments as their saucer flew between the time-paused chronan
ships.  Schematics were constructed from every form of sensory wavelength
the CRF scanners had, detailing specifications and loadouts for all the
hundreds-strong warships.  "Jump," she ordered, and the time jumpers
obeyed, knowing from their briefing that she was ordering a ten-millisecond
jump into the future.  Again, the temporal clock ticked forward to match.
   The configuration of the chronan saucers changed slightly, and the Area
51 ship weaved between the fleets again.  Lee noticed that there were
canisters frozen in space, just launched from the chronan missile tubes. 
From the briefing, he knew that some contained the virus that would kill
off the populations of every major metropolis on Earth, whereas others
would break apart in the upper atmosphere, spreading poisonous chemicals.
Timms was no doubt scanning their entry vectors for future missions.
   Other saucers registered thousands of life forms that hadn't been there
before - humans, abducted as slaves in the past ten milliseconds, that the
chronans had paused time themselves to capture.  Others now had cargo bays
full of resources stripped from the earth in the blink of an eye by
enslaved races during a chronan time-pause.  Still others were emanating
frozen beams of light at the north and south poles, intending to melt the
glaciers.  And massive bombs were paused in mid-drop from bombardment
saucers.
   "Jump," Timms said again, and they did, repeating the process over and
over, the CRF operative continuing to gather data every ten milliseconds.
Every time they jumped, Lee and the girls watched Earth's doom fall towards
it, a bit at a time, and it broke their hearts.  Nuclear missiles fired up
from below, but chronan gunners - who could slow time to line up their
shots - shot them down.
   Timms was brutally thorough, and they kept jumping and gathering data,
until fire was blossoming all over the planet.  Several of the girls,
including Celia, had tear-streaked faces, but they were resolutely
maintaining their roles, keeping their time pauses undetectable by the
chronans surrounding them.
   Lee breathed a sigh of relief when Timms finally said, "Mission
complete. Jump home." The girls were too happy to comply, and returned to
the exact millisecond when they had left the Area 51 hangar, plus one
millisecond.  Earth was once again pristine below, and space was empty of
aught but orbiting satellites.  The pilots guided the saucer down through
the stratosphere and over the oceans and land until they reached Area 51
once more.  Once they glided into the open hangar, the time jumpers again
unpaused the hangar workers, and everyone disembarked from the saucer
before it was covered once more by a green tarp.
   The limo was still there, and after a debriefing, Timms sent them to a
barracks that had been set aside just for them.  "Get some R&R," she
ordered them, and it was clear the sort of 'R&R' she meant - sex would
definitely help Lee and the girls get the terrible things they had seen out
of their minds.  "Be ready at 1100 hours."
   Lee and the ten girls paused time again as soon as they closed the door
behind them.  Several single-person military cots had been pushed together
to make a massive makeshift bed for them to share, and he silently thanked
the CRF for their foresight.  Harriet wrapped her arms around her daddy and
kissed him, tonguing him passionately and tearing off his clothes as he
tore off hers.  The other girls were shucking their clothes as well, and
Harriet pushed him down onto the bed as his massive slab of cockmeat rose
into a throbbing pillar.
   "I'm gonna ride you like a stallion, Daddy," she said as she grinned
saucily at him, and squatted over his hips so that his swollen knob was
teasing her puffy labia.  "Oooooh, Daddyyyy," she moaned breathily.  Celia
took her place atop Lee's face, her bald juicy 7-year-old cunt anointing
him with the fresh wet taste and scent of her preteen arousal, and he
licked her delicious twatlet as she shuddered atop him with rising
euphoria.
   Pam crawled between his legs and began nuzzling his fat hairy balls
while Harriet lowered herself, moaning gutturally as Lee's enormous
babymaker split her nether lips apart and sank into her tight slippery
channel.  Lee thrust his hips up into her, loving how her hot teen cunt
gripped him, and Harriet spasmed, nearly losing her balance.  He linked his
arms around Celia's thighs to hold the little girl steady as he ate her
out, relishing her sweet precious taste as she dribbled moisture.
   The other seven girls began lezzing each other out as they waited for
their turns with their beloved, well-hung father.  They embraced, rubbing
nude tits together, scissoring their puffy cunts, groping their luscious
flesh, and muff diving.
   Harriet's moans turned into ever-louder cries of passion as she bounced
atop Lee's elephant cock with ecstatic glee.  She hilted him inside her
drenched fucktunnel with every buck, his engorged balls slapping wetly
against her tight teen ass.  Lee grunted in pleasure into Celia's hot juicy
bald cunt, and his young daughter-fiancee cried out in shrill bliss, her
body quaking atop his head as he feasted on her.
   Pam was licking and kissing his balls, getting her face soaked with the
dripping juices from Harriet's slurpy cunt as she fucked their daddy. 
Harriet and Celia both cummed at the same time, shrieking in ecstasy.  Both
would have fallen forward, if not for his giant mast impaling one and his
arms holding the other.
   Celia's sweet moisture flooded his face, trickled down his cheeks, and
matted his hair.  Harriet's snug pussy milked him greedily, and he bellowed
into his daughter-fiancee's delicious little cunt as he geysered his jizz
deep inside Harriet's 16-year-old snatch.  His hot jets blasted into
Harriet's core, flooding her womb with thick, warm daddy-spunk, and her
climax extended from the rapturous sensation.
   Harriet and Celia finally slumped off their father's body, exhausted by
the ecstasy he unfailingly brought them.  Another girl planted her face in
Harriet's juicy, goopy cunt, eagerly eating their daddy's cum from her
dripping hole as Harriet began writhing all over again.  Pam moved up to
make out with Lee, tasting Celia's sweet juices on his face, as three other
girls began worshipping his cock with their tits and tongues.
   He fucked them all multiple times, Celia most of all, nutting in her hot
slippery young cuntlet more than a dozen times.  When they were all sated,
they drifted to sleep together, a tangle of arms and legs nestled together
in mutual love and satisfaction.  Only when they awoke several 'hours'
later did they actually unpause time.
   A large shower was provided in the barracks.  It was a communal shower,
but since they were the only ones in this particular barracks, they were
alone, and they had lots of slippery, soapy, sexy fun as they cleaned each
other off in a rather longer shower session than was strictly warranted.
   Pam discovered combat uniforms in the closet: custom-made and -sized for
each girl and Lee.  Each uniform had some light armor protection and
significant padding, as well as a nametag displaying each girl's first name
(since they all shared the same last name).  Instead of bars on the
shoulders displaying military rank, there were small hourglass icons
representing skill at time jumping.
   Celia and the other nine girls with Lee all had three hourglasses each
on their shoulders, whereas Lee's had four, signifying his rank as Time
Jumper Commander.  His nametag, unlike the girls', had his last name on it.
   They emerged from the barracks to discover vehicles swarming into the
complex, all bearing his daughters, brought from Clark Manor in the same
method that he'd been early that morning.  Several came over to hug and
kiss him, while the others saluted him with giggled shouts of, "Hi,
Commander Daddy!"
   Lee wasn't surprised.  He knew the true battle was about to begin, and
all his daughters would be needed.  He didn't think CRF had any other
flying saucers though, and the one they had wasn't large enough to carry
them all.
   Operative Timms had all the answers however, as she began the general
briefing of the assembled time jumpers.  She outlined the basic plan,
before splitting the girls into the squads into which they'd been assigned
during their training, for individual team briefings with dozens of ranking
operatives.  Each squad consisted of two time jumpers and five adult
military operatives.  Timms was one of the operatives in Lee's squad, and
Celia was Lee's partnered time jumper.
   Once the briefings were done, several squads loaded into the flying
saucer.  Lee and Celia's squad was in the top cockpit with the two pilots.
Time was frozen as the saucer flew out in an extremely familiar route to
orbit.  Lee's stomach clenched as he remembered - but this time, they were
saving the Earth, using the data Timms had gathered from the original
timeline.
   In addition, this time the saucer was towing several aerovessels
outfitted for spaceflight.  Alone, they were not capable of atmospheric
egress; instead they relied on the saucer to carry them into orbit.  The
various aeroships contained the entire army of Lee's daughters and their
assigned squads, ready to face the enemy.
   It was five minutes till noon, plus a few seconds and several
milliseconds according to the temporal clock, when they embarked.  Once
they had achieved orbit and the towed aerovessels had released their tow
cables and begun independent spaceflight, Timms ordered, "Jump." Lee and
Celia obeyed, jumping to the exact moment when the chronan fleet had popped
out of their own paused time around the Earth, plus one millisecond.
   The other aerovessels appeared behind them, their jumpers having
followed suit.  Lee and Celia had seen the chronan fleet once before today,
but for most of Lee's daughters this magnificent and frightening sight was
a first, and he could only imagine their surprise.  Knowing that they were
going to face an alien fleet was one thing; coming face to face with it,
quite another.
   Their saucer docked with one of the other chronan saucers, chosen by
Timms on the basis of the data she'd gathered during their earlier jaunt.
The docking was forced, naturally, but only in the sense that the chronan
ship wasn't actively allowing them in; there were no specific
countermeasures against docking, as the chronans didn't expect humanity to
have any vessels capable of that, much less time-jumping abilities that
would enable them to sneak aboard during a paused moment.
   Lee's throat tightened as the first squad was ordered aboard the enemy
saucer.  Violet and Berry, both 16-year-old jumpers, were in that squad,
and he thought of them now, hoping that their boarding action was going as
planned.  The key right now was stealth...keeping their time-manipulations
hidden from the chronans, who would otherwise sense the flux and enter the
paused moment themselves.
   Celia squeezed his hand comfortingly.  "They'll be fine, Daddy," she
said softly.  "We all will be."
   He nodded but still didn't release his breath.  Under the battle plan,
they were all maintaining radio silence except in case of emergency. 
Theoretically, radio communication would be useless during paused time
anyway, as there would be no temporal flow in which the radio waves could
travel; Lee and his daughters believed they could allow the radio
communications to travel unpaused, but the CRF saw that as an unnecessary
risk - what if the chronans could detect that?
   After several tense minutes he saw Vi and Berry's squad enter the
hemispherical cockpit of the chronan saucer, having subdued all the chronan
soldiers and crew onboard before doing the same to the pilots and captain.
Although Violet and Berry, like all the jumpers, were armed with weapons
and trained in their use, they weren't expected to engage in combat unless
necessary.  The military operatives took care of that, smoothly firing
darts from their guns that injected a neurochemical reactant into the
chronans' nervous systems.
   Timms had explained that they couldn't risk bullets in a spacecraft,
where a punctured hull could result in a messy death from explosive
decompression.  Instead, everyone's gun fired the darts.  The neurochemical
reactant contained both a tranquilizer - modified for chronan physiology -
and a nanogene suppressant, which bonded to certain body cells to prevent
the chronans from using their time-manipulation abilities.
   Lee - and several of his daughters - had wondered whether the nanogene
suppressant would work on them, and they had been assured that it would
not. It was designed only for chronan genetics, and furthermore, although a
version theoretically could be developed to work on humans, it couldn't
come anywhere close to suppressing the vastly different, and greater,
abilities of a time jumper.
   As always, the CRF went out of their way to assure Lee that they were
taking care of his girls, and not attempting to control them.  Although he
detected only sincerity, he was sometimes given to wonder if maybe they
were covering something up.  He fervently hoped there wasn't some secret
conspiracy to round them all up and brainwash them into government slaves,
but he remained ever vigilant for betrayal.
   Several of the operatives aboard the chronan saucer put binds on the
paused and subdued chronans and most of them, accompanied by Violet, took
them down to join the other chronans in a single chamber of the spacecraft
that served as a temporary makeshift cell.  Berry and two of the operatives
- the ones with top pilot training among their squad - stayed in the
cockpit to assume control of the vessel.  All of the operatives in each
squad - including Lee and his girls - had been given basic saucer-flight
training in case the need should arise.  But two operatives per squad were
chosen to be the pilots for each saucer they captured, the two with the
highest marks in the saucer-flight training.
   Meanwhile, Violet and the other operatives of her squad stayed to guard
the chronans.  Although in theory the chronans were subdued and paused, the
CRF's plan left nothing to chance.  The boarding strategy employed by
Violet and Berry's squad was the pattern by which Lee and his daughters
were to capture every single saucer in the attacking fleet.
   The first saucer thus secured, its new pilots peeled it away from the
chronan armada, and the Area 51 saucer docked with two more saucers in
quick succession, with two more squads sent to secure them.  The fourth
saucer was much larger than most of the other chronan warships, though it
was not among the very largest of their vessels - those were the cargo
saucers, meant to transport thousands of human slaves and millions of tons
of strip-mined resources back to the chronan homeworld.
   The fourth saucer was the largest of the military-purposed saucers
however, and Timms' data had flagged it as the flagship of the invasion
navy.  Lee and Celia's squad was assigned to take that one.  It would no
doubt have the most skilled chronan time-manipulators aboard, which meant
the most skilled time jumpers would be needed to keep the paused-time
moment concealed from the chronans' detection.
   Lee gave Celia a quick kiss for luck, and then they and their squad were
descending the cylindrical part of the saucer to the hatch, stepping aboard
the enemy command ship.  Celia's look of concentration was as adorable as
could possibly be, and Lee longed to sweep her up in his arms and make out
with her, but he remained focused on the task at hand.
   He was surprised by a faint tingling as he entered the first corridor of
the flagship, almost as if someone else were manipulating time, but nothing
happened.  Wary, he kept his senses sharp.
   Nothing surprised them, however.  The operatives with them were silent
and efficient, taking down the chronan soldiers and crewmen like ghosts. 
As per their training, the CRF operatives took no chances, treating the
time-frozen chronans as though they might turn and see their attackers at
any moment.  Every time a room was secured, they bound their new captives.
Once a room sufficient for imprisonment was found, the operatives dragged
their prisoners into the makeshift cell, as the squads boarding the other
saucers had done.
   Slowly they ascended the massive vessel, until they reached the command
cockpit at the top.  The captain was quite tall for a chronan, at about six
feet in height, with an impressively long tail that was wrapped several
times around his right leg.  In addition to the chronan pilots, there were
also two guards by the doorway, which the CRF operatives took down first,
before subduing the captain and pilots.
   Timms moved rapidly to the command console, and her fingers flew over
the controls.  Various readouts appeared and scrolled what looked like a
morass of incomprehensible data to Lee, but Timms seemed to process it with
no trouble.  Two operatives dragged their newest prisoners to the makeshift
cell, leaving Timms and the two pilots in the cockpit.  Lee hated to leave
the command center, where he could keep an eye on the progress of battle
through the hemispherical glass, but he would not risk Celia to guard the
potentially dangerous chronan captives.
   So he followed the other operatives down to the makeshift cell, while
Celia stayed up top.  He felt the slight shuddering as the Area 51 saucer
undocked from the flagship, and moved to the next chronan saucer to
dispatch the next squad.  Fortunately, there were viewports in the chamber
outside the cell where he and the other squad operatives stood watch, so he
was able to keep an eye on things to some degree.
   There was another slight shuddering as one of the aerovessels docked
with the flagship.  This was the prison ship; it was divided into two
compartments, which were in no way connected to each other within the ship.
The smaller compartment was the cockpit, where his daughters Coraline and
Ophelia were, along with another squad and the pilots.  The larger
compartment was the prison, on which each saucers' subdued chronans were
loaded ASAP.
   Again, the CRF's plan left nothing to chance, getting their captives
into a secure facility as soon as possible, in this case the prison ship.
Lee helped the operatives load their captives onto the prison ship, where
they joined all the other unconscious, paused, and suppressed chronans in
metal chairs, with metal cuffs binding their wrists, knees, waists, ankles,
elbows, chests, and necks to the chairs.  Other than than the binding
chairs - which were fastened securely to the the deck - the prison was
stark and bare.  There was nothing here that could aid the captives, should
they somehow come unpaused and unsuppressed and escape their bindings.
   His radio comm suddenly came alive with a voice amidst static.  "Agh! 
This one came--" followed by more static and then silence.  Timms' voice
barked across the radio comm for an update, but Lee recognized Pam's
panicked voice.  One of the chronans had detected the time flux they'd
caused by pausing, and it had entered the paused moment!
   He raced out of the prison ship back to the flagship, then jumped back
through meta-time.  He wasn't jumping through time itself, precisely, as
all this was happening in the same paused millisecond.  Rather, he jumped
back through his personal timeline, a few meta-minutes ago, when the
flagship was still docked with the Area 51 saucer.
   Then he hightailed it back to the Area 51 saucer, past several
operatives and daughters - and even himself, as he had been stepping aboard
the flagship for the first time, thus explaining the tingling he'd felt
before - he'd been sensing himself!  He had managed to pause even this
meta-time, so that the operatives and jumpers were frozen for him, and as
soon as he set foot aboard the Area 51 saucer again, he jumped forward
those same few meta-minutes he'd just traversed, in the other direction.
   Now, the Area 51 saucer was docked with the next chronan vessel, and Lee
raced up through its ascending corridors until he came to a room where the
squad was.  Meta-time started up again, and everyone around was moving with
him.  "Daddy!" Jenny cried out.  Most of the operatives had wrestled an
unpaused chronan to the ground, injecting a needle filled with
neurochemical reactant into his neck.  Jenny and another operative were
kneeling beside Pam, who was stirring weakly on the deck, a bloody gash
exposing the teenage girl's intestines.
   Horror crashed down onto Lee, and he acted instinctively.  He reversed
the flow of meta-time, watching the whole scene lurch into a rewind before
his very eyes.  The needle came out of the chronan's neck and the
operatives leapt backwards off him as the chronan fell up to his feet.  The
bloody knife fell from the floor back to his hand, then dug into Pam's side
as Lee cringed, unable to look away.  The knife came out of Pam's side
unbloodied, the chronan leaping backwards from her as Pam's expression
changed from pain to terror to surprise.
   Then Lee let meta-time resume, and tackled the chronan before he could
reach his target.  There was an uproar as his daughters and the operative
saw him savagely beat the offending chronan into unconsciousness, Lee's
anger and fear at his daughter's wounding - which now hadn't happened -
surfacing.
   "Sir!" He distantly heard one of the CRF operatives saying, pulling at
his shoulder.  "Come away, sir!" The red faded from his vision, and he
noticed that the unconscious chronan's face was a bloody mess.  He let
himself be pulled off the alien, as the operatives bound the new prisoner's
hands and injected him with the neurochemical reactant.
   Jenny and Pam were looking at Lee with shock, not knowing where he had
appeared from.  Pam had her hand on her side, as if surprised there wasn't
a wound there; clearly she remembered, at least vaguely, what now had never
happened.  Timms' voice was yelling through the radio comm, demanding to
know what the hell had happened.  "It's Commander Clark, ma'am," an
operative was saying into his comm.  "A chronan came unpaused, and the
commander simply appeared out of nowhere, subduing it."
   "Commander, what the hell are you doing?" Timms demanded, her voice
tight.
   Jenny and Pam came and hugged him tightly, not knowing exactly what had
happened but relieved that they were safe.  "The situation is under
control," Lee said, clutching his daughters to him, relief and gratitude
sweeping through him.  "I'll explain later.  For now, I'm going to escort
every single squad when they take a chronan saucer."
   His voice brooked no argument, and Timms didn't even try to dissuade
him. "As you say, Commander.  Continue operations.  Resume radio silence!"
   Lee kissed Pam passionately, desperately relieved that she was now
unharmed, and she was rendered so breathless that she didn't even think to
wrap her arms about him.
   He forced himself to disengage after a few moments though.  They still
had to continue the mission, and the 'longer' that time remained paused,
the more likely it was that more chronans would detect the flux.  "Dammit,
Daddy," Pam whispered, the ghost of a smile on her face, "now you've gone
and made me all wet."
   "I'll make it up to you later, baby," he promised, touching her nose
fondly, and went back through the hatch to the Area 51 saucer as the squad
operatives finished subduing the chronan crew of the newest addition to
Earth's commandeered fleet.  As he'd said, he escorted all the rest of the
squads to their target saucers as they captured the chronans within.  When
all the squads aboard the Area 51 saucer were depleted, the other
aerovessels (other than the prison ship) began docking with the target
saucers instead, discharging their own squads.
   Although the other aerovessels could have started capturing saucers from
the very beginning - having special docking hatches designed to be
compatible with chronan saucers - the CRF plan dictated one step at a time.
More things happening at once meant more things that could go wrong.  Lee
certainly dreaded the thought of multiple chronans coming unpaused on
several saucers at once.
   The rest of the mission went without a hitch, fortunately.  All the data
Timms had gathered about the entry vectors for missiles and lasers and
canisters proved unnecessary, as no chronans had unpaused long enough to
launch any of their planned invasion assaults.  To Lee's surprise, however,
were the non-chronan extraterrestrials encountered on some of the largest
transport saucers.  There were at least ten different species represented
here, of varying type, size, and appearance.
   "Slave races," Timms explained later.  "Descendants of their people
abducted from their own homeworlds centuries ago by the chronans, before
those homeworlds were destroyed.  This is what they were planning to do to
Earth.  The chronans have been doing this for a long time."
   The enslaved aliens didn't need the nanogene suppressant, obviously,
having no temporal abilities, but they were left where they were.  Their
chambers were locked off from the rest of the transport saucers in which
they were carried; clearly, they had been kept penned up until the chronans
had use for them.
   "So, we have control of the chronan fleet," Lee remarked to Timms as he
rejoined her and Celia aboard the flagship.  "What now?"
   Timms looked up from her command console at his words.  "CRF has a
classified facility on the dark side of the moon.  Most of the captured
vessels will go there, away from prying eyes.  The rest will go to
underground bunkers at Area 51."
   "You've had this planned out to a T for a long time, haven't you?" Lee
cocked his eyebrow.
   "More than a century," Timms replied matter-of-factly.  He had no reply
to that.  Celia slipped her hand in his, and together they looked out the
hemispherical glass of the cockpit towards the heavens.  Now that the
mission was over, the battle won, the invasion repulsed, they could truly
appreciate the beauty of space.  It was so clear, without the pollution of
Earth's atmosphere.  The blackness around them was almost overwhelming, yet
it teemed with color and light and glory.
   Yet Lee had a feeling that the war wasn't over yet...
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even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
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