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Useless: Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2025-07-30 01:51:01 +0000 UTCDan had found something that looked like a tunic and got dressed, his suit was nowhere to be found. Cygnus eventually recovered from the rough lovemaking they just enjoyed, but she was now always drifting into his personal space. It was a little unnerving, but when he looked into her face he only saw the someone who was falling in love with him.
“Did you manage to find out where the bridge of this ship is?” He tried to keep things professional now that he could move and put up some form of defense from her advances.
“No, I was watching over you Dan. I didn’t know what they were going to do, so I stayed and watched.” She turned her toes inwards, betraying her embarrassment.
“Why didn’t you stop her?” He raised his eyebrow. “Did you like watching an alien fuck me?”
She got close and drew circles on his chest with her finger. “Watching you have sex was such a turn on. I was so Jealous of that green girl. It sounded like you could understand what she was saying.”
“I think they drilled their language into my brain. Come on, we have to figure out if there’s some ship map.” The pair drifted off the ground and flew down the ship’s corridor.
…
Subcommander Corobo and Ensign Donadd were in the officers' mess, eating Earth lobster and steak that they had stolen using one of the drones while the main force was stealing men.
Corobo stuffed a morsel of lobster claw in her mouth and spoke at the same time. “They call it surf and turf, because it has aquatic and land animal protein on the same plate. They’re quite amusing, these humans.”
The ensign tried to enjoy her meal, but Dan’s cum was slowly oozing out of her and making her crotch a sloppy mess under the uniform. “I see Subcommander. It is delicious.”
“So how is the medical testing going on specimen 469? I’ve been too busy arranging the repairs on the drone swarm to review your work.”
“He has shown to be impervious to any attempts to damage his body. The only weapon that seemed to have worked was the military grade taser, which was designed to stun creatures a thousand times his size. The mind shackle device was effective, but it required quite a bit of tuning to work. It was as if he was able to disrupt the field unconsciously.”
Corobo wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Interesting. Keep me posted if he shows signs of possibly escaping.” Ensign Donadd nodded. “How are his conventional vitals? Sperm count and the like.”
Donadd stumbled to find the words to hide the fact that the first of 469’s samples were in her stomach and between her legs. “He’s as hale as they come. His demeanor is extremely compliant to reeducation. The specimen can even be affectionate at times. I doubt there would be much value in reeducation. The mind shackle was difficult to adjust at first so I will be pulling my first sperm counts on my next shift.”
The ensign could see the subcommander's disappointment. “I had wished to send an entire report on the next telecom burst. I suppose I can hold off another eight hours. How are the other specimens, the mundane humans?”
“Ah yes. None of them required special examination. The droids did all the work. Two hundred and twenty five breeding males. All of them within one standard deviation of the galactic average for fertility. The average sperm count seems to be 12 percent higher though. They’re all in hypersleep, ready for processing when we reach the depot.”
Corobo thumped the dining table. “If we didn’t have those damned fighters hounding us, we could have pulled thousands of samples.” She then shrugged. “But that super male specimen easily outweighs that loss. If the Gatanaxians can start producing offspring of that quality we could really turn the war around and get our population levels back up.”
“I see.” Said Noadd.
“And the last item for discussion is the ship. How are the systems faring?” The officer put her fork and knife together and an android quickly swept it away and left a cup of blue hued coffee.
“Despite the drone losses, all systems are nominal.” Donadd ate a forkful of asparagus. “The loss of the military drone was significant. I don’t think the standard drones can carry the heavy duty tasers required to bring down Terran superhumans, perhaps we can reconfigure them to be faster if we sacrificed the knockout gas system.”
She continued. “The ship is unharmed. The Terrans lack any space combat capabilities. I found several landing sites on their moon, and their ocean water is tolerable to the hull of the ship as well. So if we come back better prepared we could commence full male depopulation.”
“That’s bang up work Donadd.” She raised her coffee as a toast. “We sure pulled the fat out of the fire on this one.”
“Thank the automated systems, not me. It’s just the two of us here, the rest are all robots.”
“But the androids and drones need proper guidance and insight. An insight you give. I’m very glad I chose you to be my second in command. Being part of a supercarrier harvester is a big responsibility.”
“Yes, I know, subcommander.” Donadd nodded. “Ever since I got into secondary school I wished to travel the stars seeking out new partners for Gatanax. It sounded like so much fun.”
“But you also heard of the perks eh?” Corobo winked. “Always able to be the first to taste a new species?”
Donadd blushed.
“Don’t deny it. It’s one of the reasons why you probably got the job. Sexually testing everything that comes through the hangar can be a nerve wracking experience. Remember the Taurans?” Corobo rolled her eyes. “Complete loss. Zero compatibility in copulation and pregnancy survival. Had to liquidate the entire sample set.”
“That was disappointing. They seemed so eager.”
“Anyway, you get some rest and get that sperm sample in the analyzer first thing tomorrow morning. I’ll see you later.”
Donadd got up and walked through the empty mess hall to the exit. Androids bowed as she passed. The Gatanaxian population had dipped so much in the past few decades that robots had to serve in a lot of non-critical roles onboard anything but the front line combat ships.
She pressed the button to open the door when she saw the face of her lover and a female Terran wearing an all white bodysuit. The female's eyes glowed white.
Dan put his finger to his mouth and pulled her outside.
“How many of you are there?” Dan spoke in Gatanaxian.
“Just me and the subcommander.”
“I’m not talking about dinner, I’m talking about the ship.”
“Yes, the entire ship.” Donadd started to shake. “It’s all automated. It’s just us two, you two, and the rest of the specimen set in the storage bay. P…please don’t kill me.”
Dan relaxed his stern face. “Don’t worry, I’m not a killer. Give me a moment, I'll come back with your friend.”
“She has a weapon.”
“I don’t care.” Dan sniffed and went into the mess.
Corobo was smoking a cigar and looking out the star-filled porthole of the ship when she heard the door slide open.
“Donadd, was there something else you wanted to talk about?” She turned around to see a Terran in a tunic at the other end of the mess.
“Get back to your room specimen!”
“No.”
“I’ll be forced to liquidate you!”
Dan put up a curved version of his shield and floated quickly down the vast hall. The alien drew a shiny pistol and started blasting. The bolts of energy caused Dan’s forcefield to glow and shimmer, but he didn’t stop.
When he got within five feet of the subcommander, the pistol was smoking and she had to drop it from the heat. Dan noticed that she was trembling and had just wet herself.
“That’s pathetic.” He made a face of disapproval.
“I know.” She pulled what looked like a taser from her officer’s jacket when Dan wound up and bitch slapped her. She sailed in the air to land on top of a dining table.
“Cygnus, we’re clear.”
The white haired supe walked in pushing Donadd in front of her.
“We’re going to need something to bind her with. Bind the both of them.”
Cygnus looked at an android. “I think these guys must have a good few feet of cable running through them. I could tear it apart and we could tie them up with the wires.”
Donadd gulped before speaking. “There’s a security storage closet down the hall. You can’t get in without my access. There’s weapons and restraints.”
Dan looked at her. “Why are you helping us?”
“Easy.” She smiled weakly. “I’ve seen what you can do Dan and white lady too. I don’t want to die. The ship won’t work without a Gatanaxian controlling it.”
“She’s Cygnus.”
Cygnus ears perked up at hearing her name in the nonsense tongue of the Gatanaxian.
Donadd bowed. “Ne plantha doruk Cygnus. Kalamanth.”
“Uh, pleased to meet you too.” Cygnus gave a slight nod.
Dan fireman carried the subcommander and the supes followed Donadd down the hallway.
The alien weaponry looked vicious while the restraints seemed flexible enough to work on a monkey or an elephant. Dan pulled a few off the rack and stuffed some more in his pocket. He set the groggy alien and put the restraints on her. Elegant metallic tendrils sought out the wrists and wrapped them in a silvery unbreakable braid.
“Now do me.” Noadd remarked.
Dan raised his eyebrow but agreed. When he put the cuffs on her, he saw her bite her lip and blush.
She looked up at him with longing eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be tied up. Just to see what it would be like.” Her antennae flicked nervously.
Dan shook his head and sighed. “You are oversexed. Now take us to the bridge.”
“Yes Dan.” She looked down in embarrassment.
After ten minutes of walking and taking the elevators. The four had finally reached the large control bridge for the supercarrier. A wide thick window let the humans see the incredible size of the supercarrier. The stars moved as the ship moved faster than light.
“It’s massive!” Cygnus marveled.
“How many people is she supposed to hold? How many men did you intend to take?”
Donadd looked away. “Eventually all of them. It looked like Terrans were easy to put into stasis, so we could probably hold a few million if we packed them tight. We’d set up an automated harvesting base somewhere remote. The carrier would ferry the shipments to a space depot we’re currently heading to. Complete depopulation of males would take years, but we’d get better at it and bring more ships.”
“Disgusting.” Dan spat.
“Is it disgusting to keep your species alive?” Donadd looked back at him defiantly. “The universe is a dangerous place. We needed to take from the neighboring civilizations enough so that we could prosper.”
Dan faced her and got close. “Humanity then has every right to oppose you in every way.” He lifted her chin. “Turn this ship around.”
“I’ll do it on one condition.” Her lips trembled.
“What?”
“That you let me live on Earth and guarantee my safety.” She grabbed his tunic with her bound hands. “If I do this I can never go home again.”
“Mmm… mutiny.” Corobo was finally regaining consciousness.
“What?” Dan muttered in her direction.
“This is a damned mutiny Donadd. I’ll have your fucking head. I’ll have your family’s heads as well.”
“Nope, you’re coming with us back to Earth. You’re going to be locked up for a long time.”
Corobo strutted to the captain's chair and sat down. She looked at him mockingly. “Not if I have anything to say about it.” She revealed a hidden control panel and mashed the big red button. The Subcomnander and chair descended into a hole that opened up beneath her.
“No!” Donadd yelped. “I didn’t know the captain's chair was hooked to an escape pod!”
Off the port bow they saw a flash and a modest shuttle craft rocket away from the carrier. It was starting to glow blue like it was going to travel faster than light in a different direction. Ensign Noadd flew to a console and furiously worked the controls. The bridge vibrated as the supercarrier's weapons hummed to life.
“Fire!” Noadd yelled. A dozen pink beams lanced through the shuttlecraft before the fuel tanks exploded. Debris fell away from the carrier's hull, pushed away by the ship’s deflector bubble.
“You killed her!” Cygnus yelled.
“Why did you do that?” Dan grabbed Donadd by her uniform. “Couldn't you have captured her?”
Donadd teared up. “She was seconds away from going FTL. That escape pod had quick warm up engines. There was no other way.” She started crying. “You think I wanted to kill her? I’m not a monster.”
Cygnus walked up. “She might have sent a message to her leaders.”
Dan shook Donadd slightly. “Well, did she radio your bosses?”
“No.” She went to the terminal. “I’m not detecting any com burst. She was likely too busy going to FTL.”
“What communications have you sent your homeworld Donadd?”
“From what I can remember, Corobo didn’t send anything yet. She was still waiting for information about you. I’ll check the logs to confirm.”
“So they must be waiting for a message.” Dan held his chin.
“I think the only way to keep us safe is to give a quarantine warning.” Donadd pulled herself together. “I’ll then send them a last course plot showing a decaying orbit around Jupiter. It’s rare, but I’ve heard missions go sideways like this from time to time. If the war with the alliance continues, they might cover it up and act like Terra doesn’t exist.”
Dan explained this to Cygnus and she nodded. “That’s probably the best we’re going to get under the circumstances.” She looked at the supercarriers weapons. “If they return, our only defence will be supes. Human technology couldn’t reach this sophistication in a hundred years.”
“Donadd, take us back to Earth.”
“Swear you’ll guarantee my safety.”
“Promise to never harm Earth again.” Dan looked deep in her eyes and held her. “Send the message and turn us around, and I’ll guarantee no harm will come to you.”
“I promise. I swear it. If you take these cuffs off I can get started.” She sniffled.
He took the cuffs off and the tendrils of metal slunk back into its capsule. The alien cleaved to Dan and hugged him and cried. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I get to work right away. It’s going to take some time to make the transmission look flawless.”
Cygnus raised her eyebrow. “That’s quite a reversal in loyalty.”
“What’s the alternative Cygnus? You risked your life to save me. Do you just want to throw away the only opportunity to get back? If you didn’t stow away, the Earth would have had a war on its hands, and I would have been forced to be a stud for the rest of my life chained to a table.”
Cygnus’s pale skin blushed and bit her lip.
“Come on Cygnus, get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Sorry Dan. Don’t put pictures like that in my mind.”
…
Days later the supercarrier got into a standard orbit around Earth. The world’s radio antennas blasted out warnings, threats, and petitions for peace. Donadd replied giving a full report on the situation and the radio messages dropped to nothing.
“They’re talking amongst themselves.” Dan muttered.
“Dan, I need to do something if I’m going to go down with you. Could you just come to the med bay and be with me? It’s a short procedure, but I’m squeamish.” Dan nodded and followed, leaving Cygnus in charge of the bridge. The androids had picked up English and were rather polite to her.
Donadd laid naked on her belly in surgery underneath a giant surgery robot. It daubed iodine liquid all down Donadd’s neck with a sponge.
“What’s going on?” Dan asked.
“I’m getting a neural link to the supercarrier control network.” Donadd shut her eyes. “That way I can control all the androids, drones, and the carrier without risk of anyone hacking in. I’ll be in complete control. We can’t let the wrong people get their hands on this tech.” She dozed off after the surgeon robot injected a large needle into her green buttock.
“Nighty night.”
The robot proceeded to open up her back and replace three of her vertebrae with cybernetic replacements. It placed the neck bones in a back and a hovering drone flew it away. It patched her up and sprayed green replacement skin on her back.
After a small injection again, she fluttered her eyes and got up, covering her nakedness.
Dan handed her her uniform. “Do you feel any different?”
She thought for a moment. “It's like there’s a door in my mind, and behind it is a replica of the bridge. There are intelligences on the bridge that I can talk to. I can shut the door and cut them off if I want. I can also control almost any Gatanaxian device.” The surgeon robot waved its scalpel at Dan. Dan waved back, making Donadd giggle.
“Does it hurt at all?”
“No, just a dull ache.” She cracked her neck. “Quick, let's get to the shuttle. I want more surf and turf. I’ve set up the first contact meeting on Martha’s Vineyard.”
