headpop
06-30-2005, 1:06 PM
No other maneuver was more dangerous than skimming. Even more than an all out fight with a pirate. An add-on that most pilots hoped and prayed they’d never have to use. But it was like learning how to perform an emergency maneuver. Like a cat falling on its feet. You had to know how to do it, or you’d be dead.
Whenever a ship ran out of fuel there was one option afforded pilots to get back home. You aim the nose of your ship to the nearest star at high speed, relying on centrifugal resistance to it’s enormous gravitational pull. And descend into the stars corona. It’s then that you open up the fuel scoop; a vent underneath the nose, where the star’s hydrogen is sucked in and slowly converted into hyperspace fuel. The maneuver is highly delicate and risky. And hot.. The ships shields and hull were not designed for the enormous temperatures and stress. You can’t turn your ship to correct your course. Because once you’re in the corona the stresses are such that any slight maneuvering other than an outright escape would crack and burn the hull to a cinder. And you had to wait.. Your ship now an oven.. For the tanks to fill with enough fuel.
Pilots called it “Dancing on the Sun”. A psychological predicament so stressful as to drive people insane, the number of seconds were so meticulously tiring.
And that was when she stood.. Beads of sweat pouring off of her body.. She unzipped that long seem down the middle. And peeled out of her body uniform a naked banana. He wanted to hit her. To punch her and knock her out, it was such a stupid thing to do. The timing.. The distraction.. But she continued, and walked over to his chair.. His hand spreading it’s fingers away from the joystick so afraid. So cautious.. And she put a foott up on the arm of his chair. “You stupid bitch! What the fuck are you doing?” But she never said a word, obstructing his view of the main screen.. A fire like horizon. The ship shook and warned that this was the end. And she pulled his head to her sweaty lap, him too afraid even to resist. Too dumbfounded.. “You stupid fucking bitch!” He muffled as her hands wrapped themselves around his head and bobbed it up and down. As she squeezed in and out with her buttocks, screwing the front of his head like a dildoe.
His eyes closed, his mind as well. Exasperated. While she fucked.. While the ship fought that suns pull. While the scoops filled the tanks. And orgasmed.. “Skim complete..” The computer said. And her hand reached for his joystick and pushed.
The ships nose pointed upwards, a firey penis. It’s engines at full thrust.. And blew.. Exploded itself clear of the suns surface. Where the hyperspace engines engaged..
Whenever a ship ran out of fuel there was one option afforded pilots to get back home. You aim the nose of your ship to the nearest star at high speed, relying on centrifugal resistance to it’s enormous gravitational pull. And descend into the stars corona. It’s then that you open up the fuel scoop; a vent underneath the nose, where the star’s hydrogen is sucked in and slowly converted into hyperspace fuel. The maneuver is highly delicate and risky. And hot.. The ships shields and hull were not designed for the enormous temperatures and stress. You can’t turn your ship to correct your course. Because once you’re in the corona the stresses are such that any slight maneuvering other than an outright escape would crack and burn the hull to a cinder. And you had to wait.. Your ship now an oven.. For the tanks to fill with enough fuel.
Pilots called it “Dancing on the Sun”. A psychological predicament so stressful as to drive people insane, the number of seconds were so meticulously tiring.
And that was when she stood.. Beads of sweat pouring off of her body.. She unzipped that long seem down the middle. And peeled out of her body uniform a naked banana. He wanted to hit her. To punch her and knock her out, it was such a stupid thing to do. The timing.. The distraction.. But she continued, and walked over to his chair.. His hand spreading it’s fingers away from the joystick so afraid. So cautious.. And she put a foott up on the arm of his chair. “You stupid bitch! What the fuck are you doing?” But she never said a word, obstructing his view of the main screen.. A fire like horizon. The ship shook and warned that this was the end. And she pulled his head to her sweaty lap, him too afraid even to resist. Too dumbfounded.. “You stupid fucking bitch!” He muffled as her hands wrapped themselves around his head and bobbed it up and down. As she squeezed in and out with her buttocks, screwing the front of his head like a dildoe.
His eyes closed, his mind as well. Exasperated. While she fucked.. While the ship fought that suns pull. While the scoops filled the tanks. And orgasmed.. “Skim complete..” The computer said. And her hand reached for his joystick and pushed.
The ships nose pointed upwards, a firey penis. It’s engines at full thrust.. And blew.. Exploded itself clear of the suns surface. Where the hyperspace engines engaged..