Chapter 6a (continued):  The alien strikes 
 
	Across Graviton City, in the Earth Defense Force's Headquarters, Director
General Yashida sat in his command seat and watched the monitor.  The
monitor showed the radar.  On the radar was a small blip heading toward a
larger blip.  The small blip was the Alpha Cygni ship.  The larger one was
the Jupiter outpost, Regula One.  The screen changed from the radar display
to an image of two young, pert women frantically licking at each other's
vaginas. 
	"Private McNichol!  That will be enough, this isn't a porno theater," the
Director said.  The private quickly changed the display to what it was
supposed to be.  The image on the screen was of Jupiter.  It was from on of
Regula One's exterior cameras.  In the upper left corner, a minuet silvery
glimmer could be seen, moving towards the station. 
						* * * 
	General Crix Madine sat in his command chair, watching the monitor.  It
was the same image that Director General Yashida was viewing some
628,320,000 kilometers away on Earth.  On a smaller screen, that was
actually attached to the command chair, was the face of the Director
himself. 
	"General Madine, you have my green light.  Proceed when ready," he said. 
"I'll be monitoring the performance." 
	"HAI!" Madine said, saluting the image of the Director General as it
snapped off.  He stood up and watched the monitor some more.  "Lieutenant,
how much longer before the bogey is within relavent strike range?" 
	"ETA; five point seven minutes for station range.  She's in fighter strike
range now, if were to release them, sir," she replied.  Madine stared at
the screen for a breath more.  He then turned and struck a dramatic pose,
pointing his finger towards the observation window. 
	"Scramble the fighters!  Red alert!  We strike at once!" he yelled. 
						* * * 
	The alarm sounded and all of the fighter pilots scrambled to get into
their flight suits.  Aside from the training manuevers that they had to
practice, this had been the only form of action they had seen since being
stationed there.  Regula One was built immediately after the Alpha Cygni
fleet had left, so there had been absolutely no threat to Earth...until
now. 
	"Hey!  I hear the entire fleet has come back!"  One of them said, jumping
into his flight suit. 
	"Are you kidding?  Why the hell would they send the whole fleet back here?
 They've got their lost princess didn't they?"  Another replied. 
	"Alright, men!" a tall dark-haired man shouted as he stood up on one of
the benches in the locker room.  "This shouldn't be too hard of a mission. 
It's just one tiny craft.  And we believe it's a shuttle of some sort, so
we shouldn't have any problems." 
	"But, Captain Darklighter!  Why are they sending us all out to kill on
small craft?" 
	"Because its an Alpha Cygni dyke!  And we will never underestimate the
Alpha Cygni again!  Do I make myself clear?" 
	"HAI!" the crew shouted in unision.  Biggs Darklighter had always dreamed
of being a fighter pilot ever since he was a child growing up in the
deserts of Arizona.  After the first alien invasion, he joined the Earth
Defense Force and quickly made a name for himself and a rank.  After the
second invasion, he and his crew were the first selected to be stationed
out on Regula One.  And now, he was not going to let them regret that
decision, or die trying. 
	The entire Regula One fleet were in their ships and ready for launch
within minutes.  The ships were already prepped and ready to go and then
towed to the main launch bay.  Captain Darklighter secured his helmet as
his ship launched out towards spacce and he felt the adrenaline running
through his viens like fire.  He punched the accelerator and was well on
his way to be the first to intercept the Alpha Cygni ship. 
						* * * 
	The alarm rang out from the cockpit of the shuttle, awaking Liza out of a
stupor.  She wiped the drowsiness from her eyes and pulled the vibrator
from her dripping hole.  She ran over to the cockpit and plunked herself in
the pilot's seat.  She did a quick diagnostics check and realized that she
had run the ship's systems down.  _Dammit!  I should have made sure I had
enough energy to run my pleasure drone and keep this heap of space shit
going enough to make it to Earth and back._  She checked the radar and saw
the an entire fleet of Earth fighters were moving in to intercept her. 
	"SHIT!" she yelled.  "Computer!  Power up all offensive weaponry and
maximize shields!  Cut speed to fighter manueverability and keep auxiliary
systems on stand by!"  The computer complied as she took the controls in
her hands.  Gripping the flight stick and gently ran her thumbs over the
trigger buttons.  She looked out the cockpit window and could already make
out what the fighters generally looked like. 
	They were airplane-like in form, only with larger thrusters on either side
of the ship.  A few of the fighters had what looked like a larger cannon on
the underside of the ship.  Her communication system rang out.  She quickly
slammed her fist on the receive button. 
	"Unidentified Alpha Cygni vessel," a male voice called out.  "This is
General Crix Madine of the Earth Defense Force Jupiter Outpost, Regula One.
 Explain your mission or be fired upon." 
	"This is Major Liza of the Alpha Cygni Royal Fleet, I don't owe you an
explanation of anything," she replied.  "Now get those tin cans out of my
way or face the consequences!" 
						* * * 
	"Captain Darklighter...fire at will, the Alpha Cygni is here for
hostilities and we're sure as hell going to give them to her," Madine's
voice said through Biggs' comlink. 
	"Alright ya pussies!  You heard the man!  Lock S-foils in attack position!
 Open fire once you have the fucking dyke in your targeting sensors!" 
Biggs yelled, as he powered up his weapons systems to maximum power.  The
Alpha Cygni shuttle was now in his targeting range.  Biggs grinned as his
computer auto-targeted the small alien ship.  The display flashed red,
signaling the okay to attack.  Biggs pressed the trigger and the space
around him was set ablaze. 
						* * * 
	Liza had already had four fighters targeted when they had entered her
firing range.  She pressed her trigger and the lead fighter exploded in a
fury.  She should have timed that better though, at just the nano-second
that she opened fire, so did her target, letting loose two heat-seeking
missles, plunging through space toward her. 
	Liza dodged the attack and flew into the interceptors' net.  Their own
leader's missles followed her in, taking out two more fighters for her. 
Her cockpit began to light up as the laser fire from the fighters spat past
her and the alarms from the fuel systems flashed, letting her know that the
auxiliary systems had been turned on.  _One chance,_ she thought.  _I'll
have to break through this swarm and break into the hive itself._  She
pulled back on the stick pointing the shuttle straight up.  She flipped the
shuttle around and dove back into the swarm of fighters. Three more of the
fighters collided, one that had followed her maneuver and hit another that
got in the way and another that was hit by the wreckage. 
	"Heh.  Six down," she said, checking her radar.  "Shit!  Forty-four more
to go!"  She began to run through her training exercises that she had gone
through when the odds were against her.  She thought about her own
experiences with the attacking Chaos Order fleet that had foolishly tried
to annex the Apha Cygni into their Empire.  She had flown a more
maneuverable fighter in all scenarios, and his shuttle was definitely no
fighter.  Hell, it was not even as maneuverable as a drop-ship. 
	She pulled left on the stick, causing the shuttle to barrel roll.  Four
more ships exploded.  _Stupid Earthlings...and such an inferior sex too._ 
An overzealous pilot tried to take advantage of Liza's stunt, but only
succeeded in destroying two of his own teammates.  The other two collided
when one of them followed her, and caused his ship to spin out of control
and into his wingman.  Another alarm rang out, the hull stability alarm. 
"Shit!  No more fancy maneuvers, or else I'll be sucking vaccum," she
mumbled.  "Well, now is as good of a time as any to make a run for the
station."  She ran her scans of the station and found two open docking
bays, the main and a minor one four levels down.  "Stupid fucking
Earthings." 
	Liza jagged the shuttle back and forth to avoid the fire from the fighters
and the space station.  Fortunately for her, the people who were firing at
her from the space station must have gone to the same school as the morons
in the fighters.  Missles suddenly barreled down on her from the station. 
She hoped she would be able to pull off at least one more barrel roll
without having the ship tear itself apart.  Liza yanked the flight stick to
the right, the shuttle rolled again.  The missle barrage soared past her
and into the fighters behind her.  The shuttle began to buck and rock as
the computer wailed on.  Hull breach.  She quickly ejected her energy core
and dove for cover as her shuttle crash landed in the main docking bay of
Regula One. 
	After the shuttle came to a halt, Liza grabbed what little clothing and
rations she had brought with her and ran out of the shuttle, breasts
bouncing freely.  With a fierce explosion that rocked Regula One off its
axis and out of its orbit, the shuttle blew up.  Sirens and alarms screamed
all around her.  The docking bay had lost artificial gravity and the
magnetic force shield that kept the vacuum of space at bay, was starting to
dissipate.  Liza quickly threw her tight blue pants and red halter top on
and ran for the nearest door.  Locked.  She gripped the side of the door
and pulled the door off its hinges.  She turned and threw the door at some
oncoming soldiers. 
	_Strange,_ she thought.  _They weren't firing on me._  She soon found out
why, one of the alarms that was ringing out was for emergency evacuation. 
Her little stunt must have done more damage than she thought...that and the
fact the ship exploded shortly there after probably helped it along.  She
looked at the map of the station on the wall and judged that her best bet
for getting off the station alive was in a small docking bay located on the
top of the station. 
						* * * 
	General Crix Madine had been killed in the explosion when the bridge of
the station went up after the alien shuttle had crashed into the main
docking bay below it.  Fortunately for Daley Wong, he knew that the General
had a small one-man craft in a private docking bay so that the General
could escape in just such emergencies.  Daley was the General's Aide since
before they had both been stationed on the Jupiter outpost.  Madine and
Daley had become good friends and Madine would set him up with some of the
cute rookies to "show them the 'perks' of Regula One".  That was one of the
"perks" for Daley, of course. 
	Daley punched in the General's private security access code and the
airlock door swung open.  He quickly ran over to a small terminal and
punched in the proper clearance codes and sent out the distress signals. 
The small ship in the hangar was the only long-range ship on the entire
station, excluding the shuttles that were destroyed in the explosion.  The
officers on board were going to have to sit in the escape pods until the
Earth Defense Force was able to get a ship out to them. 
	Daley started for the ship until he heard a commanding female voice behind
him.  He turned quickly to see the most gorgeous, blond Amozon-goddess of a
woman standing in the airlock doorway.  She was wearing a low-cut halter
top and a pair of the tightest blue pants he had ever had the pleasure of
seeing a woman in...and she filled it out as if she had been poured into
them. 
	"Great...another red-head," she mumbled.  "That ship's mine!"  Daley
produced his standard-issue blaster and fired on the blond Amozon. 
	"Like hell!" he exclaimed.  Moving with the speed and grace of lightning,
the blond woman was in Daley's face before he even knew what was going on. 
She pressed Daley to the wall by his throat, her massive strength forcing
his windpipe shut.  She stopped momentarily.  Her cool-gray eyes looked
into Daley's violet <--check> eyes.  She smiled and reliquished her grip. 
	"I'm Liza," she said, setting Daley back down on the floor, watching him
gasp for air. 
	"I'm...ulp!" he was interrupted as Liza lifted him and kissed him on the
lips, looking in his eyes again. 
	"I've always had a thing for red-heads," she said, coolly.  Liza reached
down and pulled off her halter top.  As her breasts bounced free, Daley
stared in wide wonderment.  He had never seen breasts that large before. 
Daley leaned forward and sucked on one pink nipple, while kneading the
other breast.  Liza gasped.  She stood Daley up and then used her
impressive strength to rip off all of Daley's clothes.  Liza had never had
sex with a man before, there was a reason for that of course, he entire
race was female...  _Aw, how hard can it be?_ she thought. 
	By instinct, Liza knelt before Daley and took his cock into her mouth.
Daley threw his head back and swallowed.  _Damn, she's good!  What sucking
power!_ he thought.  Liza felt Daley's cock getting harder and harder the
more she sucked him.  She then stood up and removed her pants.  She sat on
the stool in front of the terminal in front of the computer council.   
Daley knelt in front of her and began to lick at Liza's sex.  As he sucked
on her clitoris, he reached up and began to knead her breasts again.  Liza
leaned back onto the council and smiled.  _Not bad for an Earthling...and a
male at that!_  Daley then inserted his index and middle finger into her
dripping vagina and slowly took them out, liking Liza's love juices off of
them. 
	Daley then stood up and parted Liza's pubic lips and inserted himself into
her.  Liza gasped.  Aside from her phalluses, she had never felt a
sensation like that before.  He swiftly moved in and out of her, thrusting
his pelvis towards Liza's.  She began to move rhythmically with his
thrusts, giving them both more sensations.  She then gripped his hips,
forcing him to penetrate her deeper.  With a few more thrusts, Liza came. 
Daley pulled out of her.  He was slightly freaked by the fact that her love
hole tightened as she came, almost uncomfortably. 
	Liza panted and then looked at Daley's still hard penis.  She then looked
at the computer terminal and saw that there would no longer be a space
station in a matter of minutes.  She stood up and threw Daley onto the
stool.  She knelt before him and then quickly began to pump his throbbing
sex.  Daley's face contorted as he was getting ready to ejaculate.  Just as
he was about to come, Liza tightened her grip and Daley's cock exploded
into a stringy, bloody pulp.  She stood up, kissed Daley on the lips and
then wiped the blood and sperm mixture on his chest.  She smiled, picked up
her clothes and walked over to the waiting ship.  Daley sat on the stool,
for some reason, he could not feel a thing from the waist down.  He felt
undulation, but could not feel anything from what had given him that
feeling. 
	"Wha-what did you do to me?" he asked, watching Liza quickley get dressed
and get into the cockpit of the small craft.  She turned and smiled again. 
	"A little something I picked up...I really do have a thing for red-heads,
you know..." <You know the rest.>   Daley looked down to see nothing but
broken flesh, viens, and a lot of blood where his penis should have been. 
Liza had jumped into the ship and opened the docking bay's doors. 
Everything not bolted down in the small docking bay, quickly flew out into
the vacuum of space. 
 
	<In space, they say that no one can hear you scream...but for the sake of
comedy, we'll let this one slide...>  Daley had tears streaming down his
face as the feeling below the waist slowly began to return to him.  Holding
the remains of what was once his manhood, Daley began to scream as he flew
out into the vast space.  Liza began to laugh as she saw the man fly past
her cockpit window, gasping for air, screaming and still clutching what was
left of his cock. 
	Liza piloted the ship out of the small docking bay as another explosion
was triggered within the station, sending it into planetfall towards
Jupiter.  The tiny craft rocked as Liza powered up the thrusters and aimed
it for Earth.  According to the readouts, she would make her destination in
less than two weeks.  _Damn Earth piece of shit!_  The computer
automatically configured the proper codes and then shot itself into warp
speed toward Earth. 
						* * * 
Meanwhile on Earth... 
	Director General Lawerence Yashida punched in a code for the authorization
to pick up any and all survivors from the disaster.  Hopefully, they would
be able to last a week until they got there.  He then watched the monitor
again.  It was an exterior shot from one of Regula One's still-functional
cameras.  It showed Juptier's atmosphere getting closer and closer. 
Another explosion.  The camera winked out.  Yashida turned and took a drink
from the counter.  He gulped it down the rest of the bourbon and went to
pour himself more. 
	He punched another code in and the monitor showed damage estimates and
survivor probabilities.  Another image flashed onto the screen.  The radar
from the station was still active.  A tiny craft leaving the station and
then heading toward Earth at warp speed.  Yashida dropped his drink.  Glass
shattered on the floor, spewing ice, glass and bourbon everywhere. 
	"We're fucked..." 
 
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Oni a.k.a. Greg Thompson <AkoMagami@usa.pipeline.com> 
 
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Co-author of Project A-ko:  The College Years