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Okay, before we start this story, I just want to blame Cute_Kitten for this story. She's the one who asked if I could write a smutty one-off story with tentacles. You've been warned. And as always: Feel free to leave comments. Abducted There was no alarm when Meiko woke up. That was her favourite way of starting the day. Until the alarm went off, she could just lie in bed, drifting halfway between asleep and awake, maybe playing with herself a little, or maybe just enjoying the warm embrace of her big duvet. She reached up to push the duvet off her face, or tried to. Her arm refused to move. In fact, she couldn't move at all. Oh great. Sleep paralysis. Again. It was not Meiko's first experience with sleep paralysis. Ever since her early teens, it had happened every couple of months. In the beginning she had been terrified, but after talking to a doctor she had found ways to deal with the paralysis when it happened. Meiko forced herself to take a breath and relax. It would only be a couple of minutes before things would be back to normal. That was when her brain woke up enough to realise something wasn't right. There was no duvet on top of her; nor any mattress under her for that matter. She opened her eyes. It was completely dark. No street lights filtering in through the curtains, not even the glow of the clock radio. And no sound either. No traffic, no noisy neighbours. She was floating in the middle of a complete void. She couldn't even feel the t-shirt she usually wore to bed. Meiko's heart raced. Something was very very wrong. Just then, she felt something hard and flat pressing against her back. And as the pressure increased, a sensation like a thousand silky fingers brushing gently against her skin. It's like being pushed through custard. Suddenly, Meiko felt heavier; almost like coming out of a swimming pool after having been in the water for a long time. She found that she was no longer floating but lying on her back. There was a series of pops and a hiss as what she realised was some kind of mask was removed from in front of her face. Meiko squinted and blinked at the dazzlingly bright light. Her eyes seemed to take forever to adjust. She tried to lift her hand to shield her eyes, but it stubbornly refused to move. What the FUCK is this?!? "Relax," a velvety soft voice said. What?!? Who's there? Meiko tried to say it out loud, but couldn't. With the exception of her eyes, her entire body was frozen. She looked around, frantically trying to find any clue as to where she was; what was going on. The room was all white and as far as she could see, completely empty. In fact, so empty that there was nothing to even fix her gaze at. She couldn't even see any corners or where the walls met the ceiling. It was almost like the air itself was white. Whatever it was Meiko was lying on tilted forward, making her slide off. Before she slid off the edge, something wrapped itself around her chest and legs, lifting her upright. Meiko's head lolled forward, giving her a look at her body. It looked like it had been coated with a thick white paint. Fat drops of the goop dripped slowly from her bare feet. Segmented tentacles held her up and pulled her legs apart. Another tentacle descended from somewhere outside of Meiko's field of vision, waving up and down in front of her. "You should probably close your eyes now." Meiko realised that the voice sounded like it was coming from inside her head. Why? Where am I? What the fuck's going on? Before Meiko could get an answer, there was a loud hissing and a hot, stinging jet sprayed from some of the tentacles. The water felt like the most powerful shower Meiko had ever had and it blasted away the white substance, leaving her feeling itchy and tingly, like a thousand ants crawling across her skin. By the time the spray reached her hair, Meiko had had time to close her eyes and hold her breath as the white sludge oozed down her face. A faint whiff of ammonia tickled her nostrils, almost making her sneeze. "There we are. All nice and clean. Isn't that better?" The voice almost felt like like a physical caress; a velvety soft touch down Meiko's spine. She shivered and felt her legs twitch helplessly What the fuck is this? "Calm yourself. I will explain everything soon." "What..." Meiko whispered weakly. Her own voice sounded like it came from a million miles away. "Oh right," the voice said. "I keep forgetting you people still haven't mastered visual telepathy yet. I'll explain this using words. We're conducting a long-term study of sentient life forms on your planet, and we picked you up to do a quick examination of your species. It should only take a little while, and then we'll put you back. You won't remember a thing." Meiko's mind raced as she hung limply in the firm grip of the metal tentacles. Telepathy? Your planet? Your species? "Aliens?" It took all of Meiko's concentration and energy to whisper the single word. "Yes, I suppose to you we would be. But don't worry. Our guidelines prohibit permanent damage to research subjects. In fact, most of them seem to find the probing procedure quite pleasant." Meiko wasn't sure, but she thought she could hear some kind of chuckle. "Probing?" It didn't seem quite so hard to whisper now, and Meiko thought she could feel a slight tingling in her fingers. She tried moving them, but they still stubbornly refused to respond. There was a clicking sound as more tentacles emerged from above. These were thinner and smoother than the ones holding her. They slithered down Meiko's stomach leaving a cold wet trail As they slipped between her legs, Meiko couldn't suppress a slight shiver at the touch of the cool metal. One of them slithered frictionlessly in between Meiko's buttocks, and when it poked against her sphincter, Meiko let out an involuntary gasp. "Try to relax. We are just going to measure your core temperature." Meiko tried to relax as the poke became more of an insistent push. Eventually, despite her resistance, one of the tentacles wriggled its way in. Once the tip was in, Meiko's body seemed to realise the battle was lost and she shivered at the sensation of the cool metal sliding slowly and smoothly inside her. The tentacle went deep; far deeper than anything Meiko had ever experienced before. And it wriggled around. Meiko hated to admit it, but it felt good; even if the tentacle was quite thick. Just then, Meiko felt a warm trickle running down her leg. What the hell?!? I'm peeing? "Oh," the voice said. "We should probably do something about that before we continue." The tentacle in Meiko's butt withdrew, leaving her feeling oddly empty, even though it had only been in her for a few seconds. The tentacles that had cleaned the white gunk off her returned, spraying her crotch and legs with warm water again, then leaving her to drip dry like a dress on a clothesline. There was the clicking sound of yet more tentacles descending into Meiko's view. One of them held what could best be described as a cast of the front half of an oversized pair of panties. It was just as white as everything else in the room. The tentacle pressed the half-panty against Meiko's crotch and the cool, smooth material raised goosebumps on her skin. Then Meiko felt a similar cool touch against her buttocks. Of course there's a second half. The tentacles pulled back, leaving Meiko's hips encased in a smooth, hard shell. While the waistband and leg holes felt tight against her skin, the rest of the interior felt quite roomy. How is this going to help? Maiko's train of thought was abruptly derailed as she felt the cool touch of more tentacles slithering down her body. They wriggled their way down past the waistband and inside what Meiko realised was some kind of diaper. <pffrt-pffrt-pffrt> The tentacles juddered as something shot out of them with a vaguely farting sound. It was something that felt almost like not quite solid marbles. They were soft and slippery and felt like a thousand slick fingers caressing every square inch of Meiko's skin. And as if that wasn't enough, Meiko felt yet another tentacle make its way down the back of her diaper, sliding almost frictionlessly between her butt cheeks. As the tip pushed against her clenched sphincter and slowly forced itself inside her, Meiko couldn't help herself and let out a low moan. "Try to relax," the voice said. "It shouldn't take too long to take the rest of the preliminary readings." Meiko didn't care. She didn't want it to stop. The feeling of the probing tentacle slowly filling her was the perfect complement to the sensation of thousands of slippery fingers caused by whatever her diaper had been filled with. "Hmm. 251 Beldars. You're hotter than our other subjects." Meiko barely registered what the voice said. She was lost in whatever was happening inside the rigid shell encasing her hips. She once again felt the warm rush of pee, but didn't have the mental capacity to care. The marbles in her diaper seemed to swell and shift on their own accord, and that was enough to bring Meiko over the edge. She let out a ragged sigh that would have been a scream if she had been able to make any sound louder than a whisper. "I see you understand why many of our subjects don't mind being... tested." The voice had an almost audible smirk. Meiko didn't try to respond. She was still riding the post-orgasmic high. The tentacle in her butt began to slowly retract; wriggling and teasing, keeping her from coming down. Once it was finally out, Meiko felt the same sensation of emptiness as she had before and moaned softly, hoping it would return once more. The tentacles holding Meiko slowly lowered her to the floor, resting her back against the wall. As her butt hit the floor, all the squishy marbles in the back of her diaper were squeezed up between her legs to the front. The thousands upon thousands of slippery spheres sliding across her most sensitive skin was enough to bring Meiko over the edge again. She simply squeaked and whimpered as she came, wetting herself as though she had lost all control over her bladder. "Oh my," the voice said. "You seem to be reacting quite differently from the other subjects. Your physical readings and aberrant behavioural traits put you outside the sample profile of this study. I'm afraid we're going to have to stop the testing and return you." "No," Meiko mumbled. "Don' wann' go." "We can't use your test results. You deviate too much." "Please. I don't make me leave." The voice didn't say anything for a while. Eventually Meiko thought she could almost hear a sigh. "I suppose I could get a pet licence to keep you," it finally said. "Would you like that? To be my pet?" "Yes. Please. Anything," Meiko begged. "Very well. But we're going to have to find a more practical solution to that fluid leakage you seem to have. The shell isn't a viable long-term solution. And it does seem to get you a little worked up." "Mm-hmm." Meiko smiled and bounced her chin off her chest in something that resembled a nod. "Of course, there are always other studies you could be in. Have anyone ever done neural pleasure induction on you?" "Neural what?" The voice didn't answer, but the tentacles that had held Meiko up, gripped the waistband of her diaper. There was a sharp crack, and then they lifted the entire front half away. Multicoloured marble-like balls spilled out, bouncing and rolling silently across the floor. The lights grew brighter, and there was a whirring sound to Meiko's left. She let her head roll to the side to see. A doorway had appeared in the previously featureless wall. As she squinted at the dark rectangle she saw a grey humanoid shape enter the room. The light grew almost painfully bright as the being approached Meiko's limp body. It knelt down next to her and scooped a handful of marbles out of the back half of Meiko's diaper, slipping a finger, or at least what Meiko assumed was a finger, inside her. It was warm and impossibly slippery and as it moved around, it managed to hit all the right spots, gearing Meiko up for another ride on the dopamine roller coaster. "Aren't you a frisky little pet?" the voice whispered. "Kiss me," Meiko murmured. "Are you sure?" Meiko nodded. The grey fuzzy shape withdrew it's finger and gripped its head. There was the crackling sound of tearing velcro. "Oh Christ that's bright." The voice in Meiko's head gave a weird echo to the unfiltered voice. The lights dimmed, letting Meiko see more clearly. "You okay babe?" The olive-skinned woman kneeling next to Meiko brushed the wet hair away from her eyes and pressed her lips to Meiko's forehead. "Yeah. Hands feel kinda tingly." The woman reached behind Meiko's ears and removed the bone conduction speakers taped there. "That's the paralytic I put in your tea wearing off." The echo in Meiko's head disappeared as the second speaker was removed. "I still can't believe you got permission to do this." "Welllll, I didn't so much get permission as I bribed the lab techs to let me have the place to myself for one night before they tear the whole thing down next week." "You, my dear Farzanah, are a very sneaky woman." Meiko smiled and put a limp hand on the woman's thigh. "And please say you're keeping that suit. It makes you look incredibly sexy." "That's just the drugs talking. Now, do you want your diapers before we go back home? In case you have an 'accident'?" "Prob'ly a good idea, 'cause I think I'm about to have an accident any minute." "I'll be right back." Farzanah pressed her lips to Meiko's, giving her a quick kiss before rising and walking towards the door. "And Zanah?" "Yeah babe?" Farzanah stopped and looked back at Meiko who was grinning broadly. "Best. Birthday present. Ever!"

My name is Corinna Kishek. I am one of the star pilots on board the starship Indefatigable. It was a colony ship and a warship and I was in command this year. I was in command because the passengers and the rest of the crew were in hibernation for the duration of the trip to Melcom VII. At the end of the year, I would wake one of the other crew members and he would relieve me, so I could go into hibernation. I sat alone in the bridge of the Indefatigable. My job was simply to monitor the hibernation capsules of the crew and make sure they were in working order, make sure the ship didn’t run into anything, and fix things that broke. That was easy enough, I had thought. But it wasn’t to be that easy. “Hull breach on deck nine,” said the computer and started to run the siren. “Damn it,” I said. “Computer, cut out that noise.” I got up from the pilot’s chair and ran to deck nine. On deck nine, I went to the room with the hull breach. Thankfully the room was sealed so only that compartment had lost its air. The light above the door was flashing bright red. From the window in the door, I couldn’t see the hole. “Computer, what is the status of the breach?” “Compartment 926 is in vacuum. Breach in compartment is inaccessible from the inside. Situation requires EVA for repair.” Darn, I thought, I am going to have to go outside to fix this hole. “I never want to hear about another maintenance problem,” I said to my self. I thought about, just ignoring the holed compartment and relaxing, but instead, I headed toward the lockers where we kept the spacesuits. We had space suits of all types, from battle armor used by Marines, to thin pressure suits used in leaky compartments. I chose the type used for repairing holes in spaceships. The suit was hard. It contained oxygen that would last a week; food and water that I needed to drink from a straw; and tools: patches, rivet guns, and vacuum safe glue. Still, the suit lacked anything resembling comfort. If I had to go to the bathroom, I was out of luck. I couldn’t come inside. By the time I would get out of the suit, I would have gone in the suit. Knowing this, I grabbed a think disposable diaper from the shelf and then stripped out of my jumpsuit and panties. I lay down on the deck and pulled the diaper around my hips. I pulled it snug and firmly taped it in place. Once diapered, I stepped into the spacesuit and sealed it shut. It wouldn’t do for me to lose all my air when I went outside, so I made sure to double-check the seals. # # # The breach was worse than I thought. It took me an hour of walking on the outside of the spaceship to find the hole. Worse still, I would have to dig out chucks of meteor out of the hole, so I could patch it. I took out my drill and started it up. It made a silent vibrating motion as I directed it to start drilling out the meteor. As soon as I placed it against the rock, the vibration thrummed across the skin of the spaceship up the legs of my spacesuit and shook my body like a bobble head. This was going to be a long job. Three hours later, and six drill bits later, I had to pee. I just let it out into my diaper. There was no use trying to hold it. I still was only halfway done drilling. I drank more water; I was sweating in the spacesuit, and then I drank some of the food. I hated spacesuit food. It tasted like someone put fruit and vegetables together in a blender so it could be drunk. Actually, it was made that way. Still, I ate (or drunk) because I needed my strength to finish the job. I got out my drill and resumed my work. I was getting the meteor drilled out and I was finally to the point were I could pick up pieces of the rock and dig them out of the hole. It was a nine drill-bit job, but the rock was gone, but the hole was jagged. A jagged hole would not do. Now I had to get out my grinder. “Will this job never end?” I asked myself. I stomach growled and cramped. I knew the space food I had a few hours ago, wanted out. But I did not want to mess my diaper. The inside of the spacesuit already smelled faintly of pee. I knew from experience that pooping a diaper in a spacesuit would smell a lot worse. I would hurry and get back to work. I got out my grinder and turned it on. Sparks flew as I began to ground out the jagged edges of the hole. Another hour and a half. The spaceship’s metal was hard and I was cursing the time it took. The vibrating grinding of the ships hull, did nothing to ease the cramps in my lower abdomen. I wanted to hold my stomach, but I couldn’t reach into the spacesuit to rub it. Besides rubbing my stomach would make me lose my lunch in my diaper. I had at least two hours of work to do. I would never make it. I took out my grinder and did the last bit of detail work. The vacuum safe glue, would only work on smooth surfaces and I didn’t want to come out here again. Finally I finished grinding. I put the grinder away and pulled out a patch. It was steel plate about 12 inches in diameter. It was big enough! I put it on the deck and stood on it so it wouldn’t float away. My magnetic boot soles held me to the ship like a magnet on the fridge. I wanted to work on this quickly, but not rush. But the cramps hurt too much to work. I really had to poop. “I am so foolish,” I said to myself. “I should have gone before I came out here.” I grimaced and stared blankly off into space as hot, muddy poop slid into my diaper. Since my suit was snug, the mess was squeezed all over the back of my diaper. I hope those tapes held. I bent down and resumed my work. I squeezed a tube of vacuum safe glue part A into the hole. Then I got a tube of part B and squeezed it in the hole. Then I stirred it with a rod so both substances were well mixed. They would harden soon since I mixed together both parts. I placed the patch over the hole and smiled with satisfaction as some glue squeezed out from under the patch. “That should hold,” I said and then smiled at my work. I saw a flash of light from the other side of the ship, but I thought nothing of it. I hadn’t seen anything. I headed back to the airlock. # # # The space suit stunk. My butt stung from spending two hours in a messy diaper. I pulled off the helmet and placed it in the cleaner box. I heard another noise, but I must have imagined it. I was alone. No one was around. The passengers and the rest of the crew were asleep and I was the only one who could control the hibernation pods unless the ship’s computers sensed I had been dead or missing for 24 hours. I pulled off the rest of the spacesuit and put it in the cleaning box. My jump suit and panties were gone. The cleaner box must have already put them away in my room. I turned and headed to the shower in just my wet and messy diaper. Out in the hall, I heard the noises again. “Computer, have you awakened a crewman?” I asked. “Negative.” “Is someone on board.” “Affirmative.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Someone here? But how? “Corinna Kishek is on board, commanding,” said the computer. “I know. That’s me. Who’s making the sounds?” “Information unavailable. Internal sensors are down on decks one through eight. On decks nine through twelve internal sensors are 25% working.” “Why didn’t you tell me the sensors were down when I came back on board?” I asked frustrated. “You said, ‘I never want to hear about another maintenance problem.’” “Belay that order, then,” I said. “I will take a shower and deal with the sensors and investigate the noise.” I continued my journey to the showers, but when I turned the corner I saw the aliens. They were blue and humanoid, but they had strange translucent skin—no, not skin—scales. They had clear scales over blue skin. They had a black mane on their head and neck and they had glowing green eyes. One came toward me and I turned to run. I only tripped and he caught me and pulled me toward the others. They conversed in an alien tongue as the pointed and gestured toward me. One pointed at my dirty diaper and touched his nose and the other left and walked down the corridor. He gestured to me and pointed the opposite direction and pushed me. I walked in front of him trembling. When I tried to run, he caught up with me and pulled me back. When I tried to rebel, he pushed me along until I moved cooperatively. Finally we arrived at the airlock where his ship was docked. That was the light I saw on the other side of the ship! He pulled me inside and made me sit on the floor beside the airlock door of his ship. “But I can’t sit down,” I started to protest. I didn’t relish the thought of sitting in a poopy diaper. He pushed me down and I had no choice. The mess in my diaper spread toward the front and the back. More speech was said in the alien tongue. This time it was not directed at me, but at his companion who had returned. He was carrying a bag of EVA diapers. He stood me up and pulled me along the weaving, curving hallways of his ship. The other alien followed behind carrying the diapers. Other aliens made comments at me and pointed. Others touched their noses. My captors said some words to them and they desisted. I was taken into a chamber in the ship with a waterfall. I wondered at the engineering required to keep a waterfall working in a spaceship, but then saw other aliens swimming in the pool below it and rubbing sand on their scales. There were several other pools too. It must be their shower room, but it was so fancy. My captor pulled off my diaper and pushed me into the pool. He threw the diaper into a hole in the wall and then pulled off his green tunic and threw it in another hole. He then followed me into the water. He gestured to me and took a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbed it on his scales. He then rolled around in the water and stood up. What was he doing? He pointed at me again. “I don’t understand,” I said. He wanted me to do something. Instead I looked longingly at the waterfall. The alien grabbed me and dunked me in the pool. He then took sand and scrubbed me with it. Since I didn’t have scales, it really hurt. I screamed. The alien dunked me in the pool again and pulled me out. He then pulled me toward the waterfall pool. Aliens stared at my naked body and chattered in an alien language until my capture said something to them. I was dunked under the waterfall and scraped with sand repeatedly. Then I was pulled out onto the floor and led over to my alien captor’s companion. My captor’s companion handed me a diaper and pointed at me. I saw my captor, pulling on a black garment and pointing at himself. He pointed to the garment and then pointed at himself. Then, he pointed at the diaper and then at me. I understood he intended me to wear diapers. I reluctantly lay down on the floor and put the diaper on. I was pulled into another room and forced to sit in a chair. A collar was put around my neck and the aliens push a button on it. The alien said a few things to me. Then he pointed at my mouth. “I can’t understand you,” I said. He nodded rapidly and continued to talk in his alien language. “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “I don’t speak your language.” “<gibberish> talking.” Said the alien. “Talking?” I asked. “I understood talking.” “Keep talking. The <gibberish> needs to hear you talk to learn <gibberish>,” said the alien. “So why an I here? Why did you capture me? And why did you bring diapers off my ship for me to wear?” I asked. A bell on my collar rang and the alien pushed the button on it again. “Can you understand me?” asked the alien. “Yes, that’s amazing how that device works,” I said. “The universal translator helps us with new aliens we meet,” he said. “Can I go back to my ship? I am needed there.” “No, we left the vicinity of your ship. You will be retuned to your ship in one year’s time.” “But I need clothes. You have me wearing diapers and I am bare breasted.” I covered my breasts with my hands. “You were wearing the same thing when we encountered you. Aren’t these diapers you wear your clothes?” “No, I wear them in a spacesuit to go outside the ship for long periods of time. I was on my way to shower and then get dressed.” “We regret that diapers are all we brought from your ship for you to wear. You will have to make do.” “Just great,” I said. “What else can go wrong today?”

The planet earth, home to the species known as humanity. This species has been through so much in the past 66-million years, from wars to famine, to extinction-level events and many other catastrophes that would have ripped other species and planets apart. Nope, not this species, these species, these humans have survived for so long and why, no other race in the galaxy that has been observing them for as long as they have existed could tell you that. The only thing they do know is that this species is new to the space-faring and has only barely started establishing its own foothold in the galaxy. But now the galaxy was about to feel what it was like to have humans roaming about the galaxy in a military vessel no-less, some leaders of other races, just couldn't believe the idea that humanity had managed to get this far and survive long enough to be able to become space-faring, others are happy that the humans have finally reached a league of their own in space-travel, the rest of the leaders try and come together to discourage humanity from continuing its endeavor into space by fighting or denying them access to their planets. They thought that if they could starve out the humans then the humans would not have any reason to continue to be in space, oh how very wrong they would eventually turn out to be. Meanwhile, at spaceport Athena, docking-bay 36-4 the crew of the United Nations Carrier Ship zero-one Invictus was getting the final stragglers of its crew-aboard as they were going to be the first military ship, representing humanity in the stars and the galaxy are preparing to set out on their maiden voyage of the milky-way. All of the crew was excited, some were nervous, others were frightened of what they might find out in the dark reaches of space. But all had a determined mind to see this through and see what life was like on other planets, some were veterans of wars on the planets, others were freshly-trained recruits out of the academy that had never been away from home, let alone their home planet. "Oh god, this is gonna be such an exciting moment. I can't wait to see what we get to see when we get to our first planet." One of the officers excitedly says to the officer next to him and quickly falls silent as he and the rest of the crew is called to Attention and the captain of the ship walks out onto the deck and everyone, immediately salutes him, to which he gives the order to stop saluting, which they do and return to a position of attention, it was then that he spoke to all of them. "I am Captain Rangers, you men, and women of this planet, have all been a great opportunity, to become part of the first-ever military endeavor by humanity, in its history among the stars, to patrol and make our presence to the rest of the galaxy be known, now this isn't gonna be easy for most of you because your all used to the gravity of earth, trust me I was too when I first stepped aboard this ship, but I am happy to report that it will get easier, just remember that you are representing humanity aboard this ship, we are humanity upon the stars, so whatever petty crap you have among each other I do not wanna see it aboard this ship, we're here to do a mission and live and work together without any major diplomatic incidents happening. I do not care about your race, where you came from, etc. None of that will have an impact on this ship's mission, do you all understand this? Good! Now, have a safe tour and let's get back to this planet in one piece Hu'ah?! Good! That is all, you're all dismissed!" (If anyone wants to join in, feel free to post a response and a character starter, thank you)

(Apologies for minor errors, I try to avoid them but I know they crop up occasionally. If it's something that majorly effects a sentence or is a fairly big deal, let me know. If I used 'their' instead of 'they're', don't bother. Also, I'm going to get all of my references out in one chapter, so see if you can find them all. There isn't much diaper content here in this part of the story, but I promise it shows up later. Now, to start off my book in the most elegant way possible:) Chapter 1: Touchdown. "Fuck!" One of the engineers, by the name of Dobson, screamed, as a hunk of superheated steel came crashing down, narrowly missing him. "Dammit, Walter, hold her steady!" he shouted into the intercom, to the pilot. There was a brief gap before he replied. "Walter's dead. This is Tosh," replied a voice, as a young face flickered onto the screen. "What the hell happened?" "A loose reactor cable came loose, and when he tried to get it back in he..." he trailed off. There wasn't much else to say, and even if there was he had trouble choking it out. The singed, lifeless body on the floor made its own message. "The forward thrusters burnt out on the entry, we can't land it!" was the shouted reply, as the enormous craft shuddered. The metal outer shell was white hot, begining to melt from the heat of re-entry. That wasn't supposed to happen, an air gap was supposed to build up and superheat instead, protecting the shell. All it took was a two degree miscalculation and a highly oxygenated air pocket, and the ship went from warm and cozy to crispy fried. "Not my fault, we can't do anything about it from back here." There was a loud crash, and another support beam collapsed. The ship shuddered again, as they spun out of control. "Well, what CAN we do?" He shouted, over the din of the fires starting all around him. Tosh shrugged, admitting defeat. "I don't know. We're out of options. "Fins?" Dobson suggested, and Tosh started trying to adjust the forward maneuvering fins. He had scoffed at them before; they weren't needed for in-space flight and were practically worthless with the forward thrusters installed. Now, they could potentially save lives. Except they couldn't, because the white-hot metal had fused to the ship, rendering them unusable. "Can you steer at all?" A head shake this time. "Slow our decent?" Again, head shake. "What about the escape pods?" "Even if we got to them in time, they aren't big enough to hold everyone on the... Wait, the escape pods have their own reserve engines, right?" Tosh asked. He wasn't prepared for any of this, but he still knew the engineering of the ship. "Yeah, so what?" "So can we use them to slow us down?" "That... That might just work. What's the ETA before crashdown?" he asked. "Three minutes. Big planets mean big atmosphere, this one is at least three times the size of eart..." he stopped himself, there were more important things to do. "Let's slow this thing down." ......................... "Fuck!" Sarah yelled as she grabbed a needle of adrenaline and painkillers, injecting it straight into the chest of the next injured to be dragged in. It certainly wasn't the best cure for their wound, (Three missing fingers and massive burns,) but she couldn't worry about that now. They needed people back to work then, no delays, if they wanted to survive the crash. The worst cases, missing limps, comatose, brain damaged, they got to stay. But if you could walk and talk without screaming, you were declared fit to get back to work. "How many more?" she asked her assistant, Don, grabbing a bandage gun and sealing a massive cut on someones stomach, so their intestines would stop spilling out of their gut. Poor guy, she thought, as he was lead into the room with the other criticals. Anyone with an injury that bad had no chance of surviving the crash, bandage or no. The best he could hope for was that the painkillers in the liquid bandage would work quickly, and he could spend his last few moments of life with some peace. But, in a matter of minutes the shock would kill them all, no matter how much medical attention they got. "We have a dozen lined up, and they keep coming in," her assistant, ever faithful and diligent, replied. The structural damage was causing massive failure everywhere, and massive failure on a personnel transport ship meant massive injuries. She reached for another needle, but the shelf was empty. "Where's all our supplies?" "We used it all, sir," Don replied. "We can't have, I had a hundred thousand CC's prepared." Sarah was growing frantic now. "And at a thousand CC's a dose, we ran out," he explained, somehow keeping his cool. "There are three crates in the storage room, and another in the escape bay," he added. "If we need more, I can go fetch some..." "No," Sarah said, cutting him off. "I'll get it. Track and Field, silver medal. I trust you, keep everything under control." She nodded at him, not taking the time for a handshake, and was out the door in a matter of seconds. ....................... Dobson and Tosh both arrived at the escape pod simultaneously, hurrying to their respective locations with just a short nod. "How long before we can launch?" Tosh asked, from the helm. "Any time, but if we want enough power to divert the ship I'll have to take some time to divert power to the engines." "Do it, we're running out of time." "Do you have a plan to slow us down?" "Ramming count?" "Fantastic." ....................... "Sir, what are we going to do?" David asked his captain. "Sir?" The captain, James Harrison, simply stared blankly at the screens. "Sir!" "We're all going to die..." "SIR!" David yelled, trying to get the captain to snap out of it. When it became clear he couldn't, a new tactic was approached. "On behalf of the United Federation of the Human Race, I hereby relinquish you of command. Helmsman, take the deck," he said, ordering the third in command to take charge. "Where are you going?" Asked the Helmsman, seeing David stand up. "Getting the captain to safety. In charge or no, it's my duty to see that he survives." Making the captain get to his feet, David supported him and forced him to walk, the blank stare on James' face un-nerving everyone in a ten foot radius. They made it through the ship, equipment breaking all around them, to get to safety. ..................... Thirty seconds later, the OSC Griffin crashed into hard, unforgiving rock. On the ship, there were no survivors.