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 TITLE: Triumph's Odyssey
PART: Chapter 2 - Peace Gift
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: Mf alien cons piv impreg size ScFi 1st f1st cons
SUMMARY: The Triumph answers a distress call to rescue an alien treasure
from a pirate spacefleet.  The treasure is not what the crew expects. 
Written for Haqqenstache on Hentai Foundry.
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   "Captain!" Ensign Tatiana Morgan blurted out from her station, with a
hand to her earpiece.  "There's an incoming--" She abruptly blushed
furiously, realizing her sudden outburst wasn't entirely appropriate and
that the eyes of the entire bridge were upon her.
   Captain Garrett Harcrow, sitting in his captain's chair and reviewing
the latest military intelligence, responded smoothly, as if never noticing
the breach in protocol.  "What is it, Ensign?" His deep voice sent shivers
tingling up and down her spine, and despite her embarrassment, he always
made Tatiana feel good.
   "Incoming transmission from Galladis III," the young, barely pubescent
girl said.  "Flagged orange urgency, from the governor's office."
   "Thank you, Ensign," the captain acknowledged her.  "Patch it through to
the bridge."
   "Yes, sir," Tatiana said, glowing as she always did when the
supersoldier thanked her.  Galladis III was the only world in the Braxus
sector that owed its fealty to the Pan-Galactic Charter, and as such had
the dubious distinction of being the Charter's gubernatorial seat for the
sector by default.  The Triumph, inbetween missions, had just passed
through the Galladis system to demonstrate that the Charter did not forget
even its most far-flung possessions.
   In answer to Tatiana's deft fingers across the console, a holographic
image sputtered into coherent light from the comm-dais, revealing one of
the extremely odd-looking Galladians, who resembled nothing more than
pastel-hued Terran octopi with avian heads, and hands at the end of their
tentacular appendages.
   "Captain Harcrow," the governor burbled, "we have just received a
distress call from the Remans.  They are a biplanetary system near our
border who are negotiating--"
   "I am aware of who the Remans are," Garrett said.  "Please continue,
Governor." Liosara and Orulolia each flicked their gazes briefly to their
captain.  Each of them was passingly familiar with the Reman situation -
Liosara due to her skimming the Braxus sector intelligence briefs before
they warped to Galladis III; Orulolia due to her assessing any possible
threats to what she had derisively referred to as a 'showboating run' - but
they were surprised to hear that the captain had any familiarity with a
place they'd never heard of before coming to the sector.
   The Galladian governor's nictitating eyelids blinked.  "Quite, Captain.
Pirates have stolen precious cargo that was in transit from Remides Major
to Remides Minor, and the Remans have petitioned us to recover it with all
possible speed."
   "Tell the Remans that the Triumph will recover their Peace Gift,"
Harcrow said smoothly.  The governor blinked again, and Harcrow cut the
transmission.  Everyone on the bridge was glancing at each other, uncertain
of what was going on.  Other than Liosara and Orulolia, none of them had
heard of the Remans, and not even those two had any clue what this Peace
Gift was, much less why the captain would know that's what the precious
cargo was.  "Navigations, set a course for Remides solar."
   "Aye, aye, Cap'n," the grizzled pilot obeyed with no hesitation
whatsoever.  He had served with Garrett Harcrow since the beginning of the
interstellar war, and trusted him without question.  Harcrow in turn
trusted him implicitly, which is why the veteran had been selected as
bridge pilot for the Triumph despite his age and the fact that there were
other pilots with better scoring records than he.
   The Haakti princess did know who the pirates were likely to be, though,
and opened her mouth.  "Captain, the Zibrilik raiders are not to be taken
lightly.  According to the sector briefs, they are less pirates than they
are a full-fledged military."
   "Indeed, Tactics," Garrett smiled easily at her, melting her heart into
a puddle of goo, "but aren't you eager to try the Triumph out in a real
combat action?"
   Orulolia grinned back, excitement racing through her.  "Yes, sir!" She
began running precombat checks as the majestic vessel leapt into warpspeed.
It was scant minutes later when they arrived over Remides Major.
   "Commander," Garrett addressed his Alfarin first officer, "alert the the
Remans that we are on point and will recover their Peace Gift." He flicked
the intercomm switch.  "Engineering, filter trace emissions and calculate
foreign material exit vector." A pair of Aye, aye's answered him, and in
moments, the Triumph was surging into hyperspeed once more to follow the
Zibriliks' trail.
   The flagship of the Pan-Galactic Charter had the fastest warpdrive ever
created, and it was mere minutes before they arrived at their destination.
As the clock ticked down to their arrival, Orulolia flicked on the shields
and warmed up the weapons batteries.  On a typical ship, those two systems
were far too draining to activate before the warpdrive was disengaged, but
with the limitless stores of heliotrinium the capital ship's repfac - or
nanoreplication factory, as it was technically known - could produce, such
limitations could not bind the Triumph.
   The Triumph had entered the inner rim of an asteroid field ringing a
desolate red giant, the planetoids studded with pirate installations. 
Cruisers, battleships, and corvettes galore scrambled to respond to the
emergent threat while picket ships lashed out at the Charter flagship with
deadly spats of colored plasma.  Insectoid-looking starfighter ships
swarmed out from hidden hangars.
   Orulolia's blood was racing through her veins with excitement, and her
dusky brown Haakti skin was flushed as the computer fed the automated
batteries with targeting solutions.  Unerring beam strikes dissolved picket
ships into atomic vapor as Zibrilik weapons smashed ineffectively against
the Triumph's shielding.
   "Captain, recommend launch fighter squadrons," the Haakti princess said,
her eyes intent on the screens at her station as she flicked the weapons
from target to target.  She assigned the quad super-heavy blaster cannon
batteries to blow strafing pirate starfighters out of the sky, and picked
three of the most dangerous looking Zibrilik battleships for the spinal
guns to attack.
   Large tubes of weaponized lensing finned no less than three of the
Triumph's prongs; such devastating spinal weapons were so large and
powerful that only the greatest of warships, such as the infamous Haakti
dreadnoughts, could mount one, and even then, they were limited to only
one. The Triumph's spinal superlasers belched fiery destruction
simultaneously, haloing the three biggest pirate capital ships in imploding
flame as oxygen rushed out into the void only to be consumed by the
guttering explosions wracking the Triumph's hapless targets.
   The captain nodded to Liosara, and the first officer gave the orders to
the flight deck.  Drone fighters formed a rapidly expanding cloud as they
burst out of blisters along the flagship's flanks, and the Triumph's
repfacs began producing more.  Extremely small, fast, and maneuverable, the
Q-class unmanned drone starfighter Mark IV sported only a single laser
cannon, but made up for that in sheer expendable numbers.
   Moments after the instantly released drones swarmed into the battle, the
Triumph's highly efficient starfighter pilots launched their Sentinel
Interceptors from the flagship hangars, a dozen dozen strong.  The SI's
were a modification of the original Alfarin-Haakti cross-design developed
by Charter shipyards; onboard shields had been removed and replaced with
more powerful weaponry and engines.  Instead, the Triumph sported the
experimental offship-shielding technology, in which highly sophisticated
remote transmission emplacements aboard the flagship beamed the protective
sheaths of deflecting energy onto the Interceptors.
   Only a human ship equipped with repfacs capable of producing infinite
heliotrinium could employ such power-draining technology, which had been
developed as a joint venture between several of the most advanced species
under Charter auspices.  Although the Interceptors were rendered slightly
less maneuverable than they could otherwise be, since they had to remain
within the velocity parameters of the beam emplacements, they were nearly
impervious to damage, being one-man fighter ships with cruiser-class
shielding.
   The Triumph waded unscathed through the midst of Zibrilik ships and
defenses, wreaking destruction with impunity, but Garrett Harcrow's eyes
remained fixed on his readouts, seeking one single thing amidst the chaos.
Finally, his finger stabbed at his console, touching the single
representation of a pirate corsair.  On the flagship pilot's console
screen, the same icon lit up, and the veteran sped the Triumph towards that
corsair even as the captain called out, "Navigations, after that corsair,
max speed!"
   Taking a quick glance at the battlefield deployment hologram, Liosara
hazarded a guess that the corsair in question matched the emissions they
had traced here, and thus would be bearing this mysterious Peace Gift.  As
the Triumph barrelled through everything in its way, smashing aside
asteroids and pirate vessels but taking no damage, the Captain commed
Engineering.  "Marco, tell the repfac to make a hollow torpedo tube and
ready it for loading.  Cargo is me."
   All eyes on the bridge snapped to Garrett as the captain stood. 
"Tactics," he said, "once I am in that torpedo, you are to launch me
directly at that corsair." Orulolia boggled at the bold tactic, and
wondered why it was so desperately important to recover the cargo that
quickly.
   "Sir," she floundered, "it will take the computer a few minutes to
calculate a target lock with the altered mass and trajectory--"
   "Eyeball it yourself, Tactics," Garrett interrupted.  Her jaw dropped.
Anything could go wrong; she could miss, and he'd be hurtling forever
through space, inertia never allowing him to slow down, his cramped prison
too tiny to be picked up by scans-- The captain forestalled her response,
laying a broad hand on her shoulder and smiling at her.  "I trust you,
Orulolia, and your abilities."
   Heat flared through her body as chills tingled along her skin, and she
was barely able to manage a nod.  Not only Orulolia, but Liosara followed
the captain with her eyes as he raced to the lift, her heart thundering in
her chest.  The Alfarin lass could not believe her captain's nerve,
courage, and trust.  It seemed instants later when Matchstick Marco commed
up from engineering to the tactics console, indicating the captain was
ready.
   The Haakti princess's world narrowed to her console as she eyed her
readouts and battle screens.  She deftly toggled switches, lining up
trajectories and furiously trying to shut out her doubts and fears.  Her
finger hovered over the Launch key for what seemed an eternity - then, with
a gulp, she triggered what might be the captain's doom.
   On the bridge's holoprojection of the battle, a bright green point -
representing the captain's torpedo - flew from the Triumph, hurtling
through space at reckless speed.  The entire bridge crew held their
collective breath...  and then the torpedo bearing the supersoldier
impacted the fleeing pirate corsair.
   A normal man, of any species, would have died instantly from the impact,
his body ripped to shreds.  But an unharmed Garrett Harcrow effortlessly
popped open the metal plates of the torpedo capsule and leapt out into the
gleaming metal corridor of the pirate corsair, just inside the outer hull.
In the same smooth jumping movement, he pulled his blaster from his holster
and cocked it, ready for danger.  The heavy weapon was large enough that a
normal man would have staggered under its weight just mounting it on his
shoulder; but the captain hefted it easily in a single broad hand.
   "I'll send a boarding squad to back you up as soon as possible, sir,"
Orulolia commed into his earpiece.
   "Negative, Tactics," Garrett replied.  "The Zibriliks have short-pulse
omega-wave radiation bands in their small arms beams."
   He could almost hear the question in the Haakti princess' pause, but the
comm must have been linked to the entire bridge, because First Officer
Liosara jumped in, in a tone of voice that was almost panicked.  "Captain!
Extract immediately!  Short-pulse omega rads are deadly even to you! 
They--"
   "They dissolve protein polymers on the molecular level and prevent their
reforming, thus retarding one's ability to heal," Garrett finished.  "I'm
well aware, Commander, but I thank you for your concern."
   He was loping through the corridors as he commed.  Thus far, he hadn't
met any resistance - doubtlessly, the Zibriliks were afraid that the
torpedo he came in was about to detonate some huge, delayed explosion - but
that wouldn't last long.
   And it didn't, because a pulsing amber beam, pregnant with lethal omega
radiation, sizzled past him.  It would have gone straight through his
chest, but Garrett had caught the tang of discharged energy on the ship's
recycled air and ducked aside with superhuman speed.  Even as he darted,
his gun hand tracked the source and he popped off a single shot with his
blaster that dropped the Zibrilik pirate into a twitching heap.
   Although this ship was of an alien design, there were certain
architectural principles nearly every space vessel had to conform to, and
with instinct born of fast decisions and instantaneous calculations
performed on the run, the supersoldier raced through the corridors
unerringly to his destination.  Zibrilik pirates were cut down like wheat
before a scythe.  Entire squads were gunned down by a flashing spray of
blasts from Garrett's weapon before they could get off a shot.  The rare
pirate that did manage to loose a rad-beam died so quickly he didn't even
have the chance to goggle as Garrett deflected the rad-beam in mid-air by
firing a perfectly aimed bolt at the incoming omega ray!
   The captain loped through the corsair like an alpha wolf on the prowl,
never slowing as he mowed down pirate after pirate.  As he neared the cargo
hold, his sharp hearing picked up the telltale hisses of Zibriliks trying
to make off with the Peace Gift and salvage what they could.
   Open it...  still can...  escape with it...
   No!  Garrett put on a burst of speed and dashed forward, slamming the
hold door off its hinges with a shriek of bending metal - even as he heard
the hiss of a cargo pod opening and cryogenic mist being expelled.  He
heard the astonished murmurs of two Zibriliks, then snapped off two blasts
that dropped them-
   Just as the Peace Gift of Remides stepped out of the cargo pod and laid
her eyes upon her savior.  For a moment they just stared at each other,
speechless.  She was a Reman girl in the flush of pubescent youth.  Her
skin was the fresh green of lush grass after spring rain; her hair was the
deeper shade of pine needles, and her eyes were scintillating emeralds,
wide with youth and innocence.  Her boobs were small, but round and perky,
barely covered by thin pieces of bronzium cloth that concealed only her
nipples - even her areolae were partially uncovered.
   A bronzium G string was barely sufficient to cover the cameltoe of her
girlhood, and from its front and back were draped two lavender skirts.  Her
skin was slick, dripping with the moisture of just-ended cryogenic
suspension.  Her eyes widened and dilated as she beheld the first man, of
any species, she had ever laid those innocent orbs upon.
   Garrett swore under his breath.  The expletive was as much a curse on
the situation as it was an exclamation on her beauty.  The ever-present
bulge in his captain's trousers grew, and though it didn't seem possible,
the Reman girl's eyes grew wider.  "Master!" she exclaimed, coming to him
and batting her eyelids.  "My beloved..." She lay her small hands upon his
chest, having to reach up to do so.  Her eyes fluttered a bit as she
inhaled his musk.
   "There is no time," Garrett said gently, taking her wrist.  "We must
escape this vessel." Escape...  and then figure out what to do with the
ruined Peace Gift of the Remans.
   "Escape?" She gasped, suddenly becoming aware that she was not at the
treaty signing, and that the man upon whom she had just imprinted was not a
fellow Reman.  But she lapsed quickly silent; her master had spoken, and
she would obey...  and in her heart, she knew she would follow him
anywhere.
   He scooped her up in a single large arm, cradling her against his chest
as he loped at incredible speed through the pirate vessel.  The girl wasn't
even aware of the battles and death cries; her entire world was filled with
the supersoldier captain's presence.  His muscles undulated and rippled
against her flesh through his captain's uniform; his breathing was a steady
cadence, a harsh masculine sound; his strong arm wrapped around her back as
he supported her with a single broad hand cupping her childish buttocks;
and his scent invaded her delicate nostrils with the strength of his
virility, sending her into a semi-delirium of intoxication with her master.
   So it was some time before she became more than half-aware of her
surroundings again, and heard the bustle of surprised, but businesslike,
voices.  "Captain?" Liosara asked, and gasps and questions erupted from the
other bridge officers as well.
   Garrett held up a hand for silence, then gently set his charge upon the
bridge deck, kneeling to one knee.  "I am Garrett Harcrow, Captain of the
PGCS Triumph." His voice was soft, yet sent a deep thrumming purr
reverberating through her small young body.  "What is your name?"
   "Belvedeirdre," the young girl replied breathlessly.  She appeared tiny
next to the hulking musculature of the human captain; everyone looked small
next to him, but especially young girls such as the Reman lass and several
of the bridge crew.
   Garrett nodded.  "Be welcome aboard our ship," he said, then stood up
and addressed his officers.  "This is Belvedeirdre, the Peace Gift from
Remides Major to Remides Minor." He signaled Celiveia.  "Doctor, she's just
come out of cryogenic suspension.  If you could examine her..."
   "Certainly, Captain," the blue-skinned Kossian came briskly forward. 
The prospect of learning an entire new species' xenobiology filled her with
excitement, and her large breasts heaved as she led the green-fleshed
Belvedeirdre to the lift.  The alien lass sent her new master a look of
intense longing, biting her lip cutely as she rather unwillingly left his
presence.
   When they had gone, Garrett turned back to his bridge crew.  Questions
were writ large upon their expressions, but there was one order of business
to take care of first.  "Tactics, battle report."
   Orulolia gulped and remembered her place.  "The battle was a complete
success.  Performance of both ship and crew surpassed projected
expectations.  No pirate vessel escaped due to the Triumph's onboard
anti-warp interdiction field generator.  Zero casualties, other than
several dozen Q-drones that have already been replaced by the repfacs.  The
Interceptors are returning to the flight deck as we speak."
   "Excellent," the captain answered.  "Later I'll be looking over all your
reports, but in short...  Job well done.  All of you." A thrill of pride
rushed through everyone at his words, and the grizzled veteran pilot's
gruff expression cracked into a rare smile as he remembered how the
supersoldier had inspired his men again and again in the interstellar war.
   "Before we return to Remides solar, however, I should catch you up to
speed.  The twin planets of Remides - Major and Minor - have been at war
for three generations.  The original battles were touched off when a
Majoran prince stole a Minoran duke's bride."
   "The girl - Belvedeirdre - is an attempt to rectify that," Liosara
realized aloud.
   "Correct," Garrett favored her with a smile.  "A tenuous ceasefire has
been in effect for two local months as they have been beginning
negotiations.  The negotiations are not going well, but this Peace Gift - a
descendant of the original stolen bride - would have been an incredible
gesture of symbolism and goodwill that would have aided the peace
immensely."
   "How do you know this?" Liosara blurted.  It wasn't like her to just
come out so bluntly, but she was obviously frazzled by the captain's
earlier deeds and his shocking amount of knowledge.
   "I read the Braxus sector intelligence briefs during transit to Galladis
III," her captain replied.  The Alfarin first officer just goggled.  She'd
barely had time to skim those briefs!  "The Remans are flagged as a
potential asset to the Charter - their entire species possesses an amazing,
natural regenerative ability; they can recover from the most grievous
injury in an incredibly short time."
   "That's why the Zibriliks had omega-rad weapons," the young ensign
Tatiana realized.
   "Exactly," Garrett nodded.  "The weapons were originally developed by
the Remans themselves in their civil war." He saw the following question in
Liosara's eyes, and quirked his brow.  "When the supersoldier program was
in development, I became very familiar with every possible limitation and
weakness of the biogene enhancements.  Omega-rads were on that short list."
   Liosara managed to recover herself with a barely noticeable shake of her
head.  Despite herself, the very human captain managed to astound her over
and over with his abilities and deeds.  Returning to business, she said,
"Should I alert the Remans that their Peace Gift is recovered?"
   "The Peace Gift," Garrett said levelly, "is ruined."
   "What?" Tactics Officer Orulolia furrowed her brow.  She hadn't fought a
glorious battle only to lose their prize!
   "Belvedeirdre is a descendant in the only Reman lineage to possess an
unique trait among their people," Garrett explained.  "The females of her
bloodline imprint upon the first male they ever lay eyes upon."
Comprehension dawned on everyone's expressions.
   "Captain, with your permission," counselor Qihliani spoke for the first
time, "I will join Doctor Celiveia in examining Belvedeirdre; perhaps I can
find some way to reverse the imprinting."
   "Granted, Counselor," Garrett confirmed, and the empath went to the
lift. Garrett would have rather used Qihliani for some 'stress relief' - as
Belvedeirdre's innocent lusts were awakening powerful, primal urges in him
that manifested in his normally prominent trouser bulge becoming more
pronounced - but the mission came first.
   "I don't see the problem," Orulolia stated bluntly.  "If she's imprinted
on you, that means you're her master, right?  Just order her to submit to
whatever husband the Remans have prepared for her."
   Liosara sent her fellow bridge officer a look of scathing reproach. 
"With all due respect to the tactics officer, Captain, I'd advise a more
measured approach.  There have got to be deeper issues to the Remans'
conflict than a stolen bride three generations ago."
   "You are correct, Commander," Garrett favored her with a smile that made
her knees weak.  "This was originally a war of resources.  Remides Major is
rich in ienthic rockloam, whereas Minor's veins were depleted long ago. 
The rockloam is essential to the biplanetary economy and society,
possessing both spiritual and monetary value, and providing several
utilities."
   "Remides Major started running low, didn't they?" Orulolia guessed.  She
could see where this was going.
   "Exactly," the captain continued.  "To conserve their supply, the
Majorans began cutting shipments to their sister world.  Tensions
heightened over a period of several decades, and the final tipping point
that launched the war was the kidnapping of the bride three generations
ago. Of course, now it runs deeper than that.  Grudges and feuds are being
maintained across generations between the planets, from the kin of the
slain killing the slayer, in a vicious neverending cycle.
   "Not only that, but Remides Major is nearly completely out of its
rockloam, and rampant starvation and poverty has swept both planets, which
is only exacerbated by the war.  It is only testament to their desperate
straits that a ceasefire was negotiated."
   "We could easily procure a sample of the rockloam and replicate it,"
Liosara pointed out.  "But the feuds are much trickier.  In addition,
should we be sharing Charter technology with non-member worlds?"
   Garrett grinned rogueishly at her.  "I have a plan."
   Belvedeirdre's condition was declared stable, to no one's great surprise
considering she was a Reman, and at Qihliani's recommendation she was given
free access to the bridge.  The empathic counselor felt she could better
understand the imprinting - and thus how to reverse it - if she could
observe its effects.
   The green-skinned girl took full advantage of her freedom, rubbing into
the captain's side and mewling.  Her wide green emerald eyes stared
breathlessly up at him, full of longing and need, and her breath grew short
as she rubbed her crotch against his side.  Garrett had a raging hard-on
visible to everyone on the bridge, the beast in his trousers twitching
violently, but he was a professional, and stuck to his mission.  With an
amused smile, he noted that Qihliani was probably enjoying this - and would
probably also enjoy being 'punished' later for it.
   The captain holoconferenced with the Reman leaders, revealing the state
of affairs regarding Belvedeirdre - which they accepted with unsurprised
resignation, glad at least that she hadn't imprinted on a Zibrilik - but
cautioned that imprinting had never before been successfully reversed. 
Garrett countered that the Triumph's doctor had never before been in on the
attempt to do so, then followed up with a suggestion that he be allowed as
a mediator in the negotiations.  Both the Majoran and Minoran diplomats
were amenable to this; with the Peace Gift ruined, they needed any chance
they could get to salvage this peace.
   Garrett spent the next few hours holocomming with several Reman nobles,
both Majoran and Minoran, hearing their grievances, the Peace Gift
sinuously rubbing into his crotch all the while.  Finally, he gave a series
of orders to his bridge crew, then commanded Engineer Marco to activate the
transmat before giving Commander Liosara the bridge.  He and Belvedeirdre
vanished in a soft sparkling of silvery molecular transmission.
   The lead diplomats were waiting for him in their atrium on a moon of
Remides Major, with several nobles of both planets sitting on marble rows
around the central dais.  The Remans started as Garrett and his imprinted
lass appeared before them; they had never been exposed to the wonders of
transmat technology before.  Suddenly shy, Belvedeirdre burrowed her head
into the captain's side, wrapping her slender arms around as much of his
waist as she could.
   "Welcome to our worlds, Captain Harcrow," one diplomat burbled,
recovering from his shock quickly.  "We were just discussing--"
   "This is an outrage!" A stout, older Reman male in resplendent finery
stepped from the crowd, his face a deeper shade of anger.  "This alien has
the nerve to appear in our midst, flaunting his theft of the Peace Gift
that rightfully belongs to my son!"
   A diplomat tried to interpose.  "Duke Hosrian, please, the symbolic
gesture was already received, and things could have gone much worse without
Captain Harcrow's intervention--"
   "No!" the duke bellowed.  He marched up towards Garrett and made as if
to seize Belvedeirdre and drag her away by force.  He suddenly stopped in
mid-stride as Garrett fixed a look on him, an almost-glare that promised
swift retribution should he lay hands on the lass.  Gulping, the baron
tried to pick up the thread of his tirade, but found his tongue tied.
   "Duke Hosrian," Garrett said, and the Remans were treated to the
reverberating depth of his voice thrumming through the acoustic atrium, "Be
assured that Dr.  Celiveia and Counselor Qihliani, both members of my crew,
are unlocking a way to reverse the imprinting."
   "Father, come away," an exasperated younger Reman male came out of the
crowd to pull his father back.  The son to whom Belvedeirdre had been
promised bowed respectfully before Garrett.  "Captain, have my thanks for
recovering her, but know that I bear you no ill will, and in fact am glad -
for now my father can have no more objections against my betrothal to the
woman I have loved since my childhood."
   Garrett saluted, and the young ducal heir sketched an imitation as best
as he could before leading his father away.  A diplomat picked up, "She is
a Peace Gift between Remans, not simply one man's intended bride, nor a
prize to be won.  Let her presence be accepted in that spirit."
   "May I have leave to address the council?" Garrett said.  There was no
question in his voice.  The diplomats nodded, and Garrett began to speak.
He was offered a microphone, but of course he did not need any such device
to be heard.  "Ladies and gentlebeings of Remides, I have taken the
liberty, as several of you are aware, of contacting your noble houses.  For
three generations you have fought and warred among yourselves, and the
scars run deep.  I have heard your grievances, your desires for justice and
vengeance - and I have a solution."
   The Remans were hanging onto his every word, all except Belvedeirdre who
was shamelessly purring as she gyrated her gorgeous little body into his.
Other Reman women in the audience were affected by the human captain's
pheromones as well, and Remans who were learned in the matter, both men and
women, were surprised by the Peace Gift's enthusiasm; there had never been
a case of imprinting so strong as to completely override all sense of
decorum and shyness.
   Without bothering to refer to a list, Garrett began reciting, perfectly
from memory, the list of grievances that the Reman nobles he had commed
earlier had told him.  He shared every perceived perpetrator and their
crime that had been told him, a lengthy litany of generational hate that
left no noble house untouched.  "And now, I offer you the justice you
seek," he finished.  He tapped the Charter insignia on his uniform breast.
"Engineer Marco, execute precision transmat Bravo-Green-A."
   In a mass, rippling shimmer of sparkles that dazzled the assembled
Remans, scores of Reman nobles appeared in the atrium in lines behind
Garrett, all blinking in puzzlement and shock at their sudden snatching
from wherever they had been before.  Several had just been in the audience;
others were brought from all over the two planets.  No one on Remides had
ever seen transmat technology in action before; it was merely a story to
them, till now.
   Simultaneously, Orulolia and a squad of ensigns including young Tatiana
appeared, also standing behind their captain, but facing away from him
towards the teleported nobles.  Garrett gave the Remans barely a moment to
process what had happened, then said, "Here is your justice."
   The Haakti tactics officer barked a command, and the ensigns' blasters
flashed out in an explosion of color that turned the transmatted Remans
into twitching heaps.  The Remans in the audience came to their feet with a
shocked roar, but the ensigns holstered their blasters, snapped smartly
around in an about-face and saluted the Remans rather than threatening
them.
   The hubbub died into an astounded hush, and Garrett's deep voice cut
through it once more.  He spoke softly now, but no ear missed a single
syllable of his deadly serious baritone.  "Behold the fruits of your war
and your feuds, people of Remides.  You can continue your infighting, and
hold onto your grudges, but it will only end in death.  I offer you an
alternative." He tapped his uniform insignia again.  "Execute precision
transmat Bravo-Green-B."
   All across both Remides Major and Minor, crates and crates of lenthic
rockloam appeared.  In public plazas, in gathering places, and even in the
atrium itself, countless tons of the Remans' most prized resource appeared
before their astonished eyes.
   "This is a gift," Garrett said.  "From my people to yours.  Fear not:
your noble sons and daughters are not dead; they have merely been stunned
and have suffered no harm." The silvery sparkling of Dr.  Celiveia's
entrance had been missed in the appearance of the rockloam, but she was
here nonetheless and quickly reviving the confused Remans behind the
captain.
   Finally, one of the Reman diplomats found her voice.  "You have given us
much to think about, Captain Harcrow," she said, her tone full of awe and
respect, "as well as a solution to our problems.  But we must ask: what
price this gift?"
   "There is none for this," Garrett said magnanimously.  "This is freely
given.  But mark well: there is only enough rockloam for approximately
twenty years, by my engineer's estimate.  Thirty if you conserve it well.
But I extend another offer to you: a place in the Pan-Galactic Charter, and
open access to the wonders of Charter sciences.  With our nanoreplication
technology, lenthic rockloam is easy to produce, and you will have endless
supplies of it.  Likewise, there is much the Charter can learn from you."
   The Remans agreed almost instantly.  In the space of an hour, Captain
Garrett Harcrow had rescued their society from mutual destruction and
catapulted them instantly into a new age of prosperity.  Preliminary terms
for their induction into the Charter were drawn up, and word was dispatched
to Galladis III for the governor to come and finalize the negotiations.
   As soon as the Reman diplomats had bid the hologram of the governor
farewell in anticipation of his arrival within a few days, a defiant cry
came from the assembled Remans.  "NO!  The Remans shall not fall to the
tyranny of alien overlords!" The bellow was followed by a young Reman
beauty dashing out of the crowd, wielding a Reman phaser.  She snapped off
a deadly accurate shot of coruscating gold energy - signaling its lethal
omega radiaton - at Garrett.
   Belvedeirdre instantly put herself in the path of the blast, but quicker
than thought the captain swept her off her feet and turned around to shield
her - and took the annihilating beam in his back.  He grunted with pain,
and Orulolia pounced forward like a beautiful, dangerous tigress, tackling
the offending shooter to the ground and pinning her.  "Captain!" Dr. 
Celiveia rushed to his side and began anxiously examining the wound.  "I...
I don't know what to do!" She knew nothing of human biology, and even a
medinanite dermpatch wouldn't help him now, with the omega rads retarding
any effort to heal him.  Wild schemes ran through her mind about rigging
some of the advanced medical technology on the Triumph to flush the
radiation from his body.
   But Garrett gently lowered Belvedeirdre back to the floor to stand upon
her feet, and the blue Kossian doctor watched in astonishment as - slowly -
his wound began to knit itself together shut before her very eyes. 
"How--?" she gasped.
   He turned around and favored her with that smile that made her knees so
weak and her large boobs heave so much.  "My physiology is quite efficient
as processing radiation." He looked past Celiveia to where the Haakti
princess had hauled the disarmed shooter to her feet and held one arm
around her back and had her other arm around the offender's neck.  "Thank
you, Tactics.  Let her go.  I would speak with her."
   Orulolia frowned, but obeyed.  The Reman girl rubbed her shoulder and
glared sullenly at the human supersoldier.  Still, there was no denying
that she was as affected by his proximity as any other female.  "What is
your name?" the captain asked her.
   She refused to answer, but Garrett simply waited.  Finally, she sighed.
"Dolmedrea," she stated proudly.
   Garrett met her eyes, and said, "You demonstrated boldness, courage,
conviction, reflex, and aim.  All excellent qualities.  If you wish it, I
will sponsor you as your people's first cadet at the Charter's Joint Worlds
Military Academy; you could have a strong voice in determining the Remans'
place in the Charter."
   All the Remans, including Dolmedrea herself, gasped.  The shooter's
respect for the human shot way, way up, and her skin was heating from his
presence.  And she figured the alternative was to languish in a Reman - or
Charter - prison.  Perhaps this way she could influence the Charter, as the
captain had said.  "I accept," she said finally.  "Take me away on your
ship."
   The ensigns were smirking, knowing very well that the captain had just
scored another conquest.  But he had another conquest in mind first.  It
was later, back on the Triumph, that Counselor Qihliana came to him for a
'stress relief' session.  After he pumped her throat, ass, and pussy full
of enough cum to bloat her, she mentioned that they'd found a way to
reverse Belvedeirdre's imprinting, defying all of the Remans' knowledge.
   "Send her in so I can tell her," he said, and Qihliani smiled, kissing
the tip of his cock goodbye - which only led to another final, furious
facefucking - before going out.  Garrett adjusted his uniform back to
professional standards, and soon enough the door whistled open, ushering in
the gorgeous, scantily clad Reman lass.
   She rushed in and glued herself to his form, wrapping her arms as far
around his waist as they would go.  Her sweet face nestled into his crotch,
and she giggled as she felt the throbbing beast within pulse against her
cheek through his trousers.  "What is it, Master?" she said seductively.
   How he hated to give her up, Garrett reflected, but he was a
professional.  "We've discovered a way to reverse the imprinting,
Belvedeirdre.  Dr.  Celiveia and Counselor Qihliani can--"
   "NO!" Belvedeirdre blurted.  The supersoldier raised an eyebrow; he had
already noticed the girl's imprint on him was unusually strong for what he
knew about imprints, but this only confirmed it.  "I don't want to
reimprint on someone else.  I want you, Master!  I want to be yours, body
and soul, forever, and I want to bear you many many children as witness of
your virility." Her large childlike eyes started up into his, a sweet plea
of innocent lust.  "Please...  shove your cock up my womb and fuck me
senseless."
   Her innocent lil voice framing such coarse, vulgar lust was too much for
him, and Garrett's boner expanded.  A guttural growl of animal need hummed
in his throat, and he literally ripped away his trousers as Belvedeirdre
tugged off the clothing which barely covered her, revealing her sensuous
attributes to him.  Her little green clit was poking out of her puffy,
juicy cunt, and her nipples were stiff as pebbles.
   He seized her in his strong hands, eliciting shrill gasps of steamy
pleasure from the virgin lass as he lifted her up, and without ceremony
slammed her down on his enormous cock as he bucked his hips upwards.  She
shrieked in ecstasy as her master's manhood plowed deeply into her furrow
in that single thrust, filling her up with all she had ever wanted and
craved.  Her small, perky tits jiggled madly as her green-fleshed little
body literally vibrated with delight.
   Garrett gasped, breath caught in his throat with the sheer pleasure of
his newest fucktoy's virgin cocksleeve wrapping and stretching around his
phenomenal length and girth.  With quick, jerky movements born of frenzied
lust, he yanked Belvedeirdre up and down on his massive length even as he
bucked his hips into her, literally jacking off with her fuckhole pussy. 
The girl's hair flew about wildly as she screamed wanton delight, her limbs
flailing with uncontrolled pleasure and lust as the captain's prodigious
cockhead pounded against her cervix - and plowed right through, popping
into her womb.
   Belvedeirdre's ecstatic shrieks rose an octave, as she juiced, and
juiced hard.  Her body spasmed like a little ragdoll, and her pussy felt
like it was exploding with rapture.  Her abundant girlish cream made her
tight wet lil fuckhole even slicker, and Garrett fucked her all the more
rapidly.  His cockknob was as large as her tiny young womb, and filled it
all up by itself - yet the captain drove his fucktool further into her,
deforming and stretching out her babyhole, preparing it for the onslaught
of cum that would fill her with many daughters.  Her torso distended around
the bulbous outline of his cock, her flesh twitching and quivering not only
with her pleasure but with each visible, violent throb of his jackhammering
member inside her.
   With every squelching, lewd slam, Garrett hilted himself completely
inside the Reman girl's dripping pussy, his cantaloupe-sized nutsacks as
large as the luscious green buttocks they slapped wetly upwards into.  Her
virgin pussy milked him instinctively, desperately, hungering for his lust
to fill her and overflow.  He was fucking her innermost core, the most
private and precious part of her body, and she surrendered it willingly,
gone mindless with worshipful pleasure.
   Over and over the captain fucked her womb, spiraling her exhausted body
through climax after climax, and still he did not stop, rutting her like
the bitch in heat she was, jacking off with her fucksleeve little body,
till he detonated hot jets of cum directly inside her womb, with the force
of a heliotrinium torpedo.  With hard, relentless smacks of cock inside
bald cunt, Garrett fertilized her lush, honeyed garden again and again,
jizzing nonstop, till her belly bloated and spunk poured out of her womb
around his enormous dick and waterfalled out of her pussy even as he reamed
her.
   The jizz in her womb sloshed audibly with every shuddering slam of his
monster cock into her, and Belvedeirdre's helplessly orgasming young form
seized up in a final, terrific ecstasy before her thrashing body fell limp,
utterly exhausted by the force of the lusts this godlike human had awakened
in her.  Garrett finished dumping his seemingly endless load in her body as
her limbs continued to flail loosely around with the force of his wanking,
and when he was through, he plucked the thoroughly deflowered lass off his
cock and onto his bed to sleep - right where any fucktoy of his belonged.
   The comm light on his desktop was blinking, so the captain unmuted it
and keyed the response channel.  "What is it, Tactics?"
   Orulolia responded wryly, obviously hearing the slight, heated pant in
the unwinded captain's voice, "The would-be Reman assassin girl - Dolmedrea
- has asked to speak with you, Captain."
   "Send her to my quarters," Garrett responded.  Orulolia signed off with
an Aye, aye.  Garrett didn't bother putting on new pants.
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
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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