Journey To Year 1 000 000 000 Ch 02

Journey to the Year 1,000,000,000

By Gary L.M. Martin

[Note: This is a Science Fiction story with some erotic scenes. It is

not

a story with erotic scenes in every chapter. Some chapters have incredible sex scenes, but many others have none.]

Chapter 2: The USS

Devonshire

The

Devonshire

was an old ship.

The Survey Service, after throwing away three of its best ships (one of which, admittedly, returned, but without a living crew), had no appetite for sending a top of the line vessel into the Black Box. It didn't seem to matter what they sent. The Service had first sent a dedicate science ship, the

Aurora

, which never came back; a top of the line battle cruiser, the

Judicator

, which also never came back; and a deep space cruiser, the

Exeter

, which came back... along with the liquefied remains of eight members of the crew.

And so they sent Taylor on an old ship. The

Devonshire

was the first of the Dorsetshire class frigates, and was a state of the art amazing feat of engineering... some forty years ago. It had been upgraded no less than four times since then, and was slated for retirement in another year... until it had been assigned to this mission.

Taylor didn't mind. Until now he had only dreamed of commanding a Survey Service warship. He didn't care how old it was. The

Devonshire

had two massive plasma cannons, and four megajoulers, two in front and two in back. It had a crew of 54 and for this mission, 14 scientists as passengers.

He had never commanded such a large complement before. Admiral Von Windhoek had used all his influence to get Taylor this command, which really merited

at least

a full Commander.

The

Devonshire

was not just an

old

ship.

It was also an

unhappy

one.

He, Taylor, was a volunteer on this extremely hazardous mission.

So was Jennifer Hale, his first officer, and his medical officer, Doctor McCrae, and his second officer, Bill Carey.

And so were the scientists, volunteers all, from Doctor Elizabeth Shaw on down.

But not so the crew.

The crew had not been given a choice. They were officers and members of the Survey Service, and were expected to serve wherever the Service sent them.

Sixteen crewmembers resigned their commissions rather than report for duty. They were quickly replaced with sixteen other crewmen, who also had been assigned against their wishes.

The

Devonshire

was not a happy ship.

The crew, rightly or wrongly, blamed Taylor for their predicament. They also weren't happy to see Commander Gorsky removed as Captain and replaced with a Lieutenant Commander who had never captained a warship before. Many felt he was unqualified. Many who knew of his past would never have served under him, given the choice. Bill Carey, the former first officer, now turned second officer, wasn't exactly one of Taylor's biggest supporters either. He clearly had doubts about his new Captain, which is why he had volunteered to stay on.

The crew were not the only ones unhappy with him. Doctor Shaw had spread the poison thickly among her scientists. They were polite enough to Taylor, but kept their distance from him.

And so Taylor had very few friends on the

Devonshire

.

He held a ship wide meeting on the hanger deck, the only place which could accommodate the entire crew.

Taylor took a deep breath. He had never addressed so many people before... at least, not since he had been a god. And that had been years ago. He had gotten rusty. How exactly did one inspire large numbers of people again?

Jennifer Hale sensed his anxiety, and brushed some imaginary lint off his shoulder. "You're going to do fine. Knock them dead, Captain," she said, giving him her little smile.

Taylor nodded and stepped forward to address the crew. All eyes were on him.

"You all know why we're here," he said bluntly. A holo of the Black Box hung above him.

"This thing is slowly ripping the Earth apart," said Taylor. "The Survey Service sent three ships into it. They couldn't stop it."

"But I have news for you. We are going to succeed. We are going to succeed where they failed," said Taylor. He looked into their disbelieving eyes. They all thought they were going to die when the ship entered the Black Box. He had to convince them otherwise.

"I've beaten worse odds," said Taylor. "You all know that. Not all of you want to be here. To be blunt, not all of you want to be under my command."

Jennifer's eyebrows lifted, as did some of the crew's. It was a startling admission to make.

"But you're all members of the Survey Service. We do things not because we want to, but because we have to. Because we are the shield and the sword which protects the Earth. If we do nothing, that thing out there is going to slice up our planet. The Survey Service won't let that happen.

I

won't let that happen. And neither will you."

Jennifer Hale started to clap. A crewer joined in. Then another, then another. Before long half the crewers were clapping.

Taylor turned to Hale, who nodded, with a tight smile on her face.

********

As the ship made final preparations to get underway, Taylor found his mind drifting to thoughts of the Black Box. If it really was a passage for time travel, he might never see Earth, his Earth, ever again. He had made his goodbyes to his parents, and his brother Darden and his sister Val, and his friends.

But he found himself thinking most about Pam. It could well be that he and Pam would be separated by 200,000 years of time. She would be long dead by then.

Theoretically, it should not matter to him. Pam had already given him up, pushed him out the door. What did another 200,000 years matter?

But somehow, it did.

********

Taylor went to the bridge. He checked in with his officers: Jennifer Hale, his XO; Bill Carey, his second officer; his security chief, Obongo Babangida; Bill Collins, his sensor officer, and Suki Tanaka, his navigator. All signaled they were ready to depart.

Taylor turned to Doctor Elizabeth Shaw. Her brown hair was perfectly encapsulated in a bun, as always. "Doctor, are your scientists ready to go?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Commander," said Shaw in a neutral tone.

Lieutenant Commander. Not Captain.

"Sir, there's an incoming message from Survey Service Command," said Ensign Tanaka.

"Put it on main viewer," said Taylor.

It was Admiral Von Windhoek. "Captain Taylor. Are you ready to depart?"

"Yes, sir," said Taylor.

"We hope you succeed. We will give you a few days to carry out your mission. But if we don't hear from you... extraordinary measures may be taken."

"Nova bombs, sir?" said Taylor.

Von Windhoek nodded. "Political pressure may force us to send a few of those through. I just hope you're not near any of them when they go off."

"I hope so too, sir," said Taylor.

"Good luck, Captain," said Von Windhoek.

"Thank you, sir," said Taylor.

He felt the eyes of the bridge crew on him.

"Ensign Tanaka, set a course for the Black Box."

He felt a wave of apprehension from the crew. Or was it just from himself? He tried to ignore it.

"Course laid in and set, sir," said Tanaka.

"Mr. Babangida, raise forcefields to maximum."

"Forcefields now at maximum, sir," said the large black man behind him.

"Everyone... we're going in," said Taylor. "Take us in, Suki."

"Yes, sir," said Tanaka.

The

Devonshire

started to move into the Black Box. It looked like they were going into a black hole. The entire bridge crew was tense.

Taylor looked over at Jennifer Hale. She gave him a nervous look, and reached out and squeezed his hand. Taylor wondered how it would look to the rest of the crew; but since they might die in the next few seconds, what did it really matter?

They raced ahead, into blackness....

And then the

Devonshire

entered the Black Box.

The ship shuddered, and shook wildly, and accelerated rapidly, and....

.......................................

nothing.

They were still alive.

"Report," said Taylor.

"We are inside the Black Box," said Ensign Collins.

"Velocity is off the scale," said Ensign Tanaka.

"Readings?" Taylor asked.

"Nothing," said Ensign Collins. "We're in some kind of corridor, which soaks up all our sensor energy."

"We're moving incredibly fast, in the dark," said Taylor, checking the instrumentation. If they were in a time tunnel, how long would they be there for? Minutes? Hours? Days? There was no way to know.

********

As nothing happened, and their flight continued, the crew found itself relaxing slightly. Boredom started to set in.

When Taylor's watch ended without incident, he nodded to himself. Wherever they were going, it would take a while to get there.

He went down to the cafeteria. He saw Doctor Shaw and her scientists huddled together at one table. Taylor saw members of his crew looking away at another table as he walked by. He decided to sit alone at an empty table, and started eating.

"May I join you?"

Taylor nodded even before he looked up. To his surprise, it was one of Dr. Shaw's scientists.

"You're...."

"Victor Berman," said the scientist, giving him a smile. "So nice to meet you, Captain," he said, extending a hand.

After a brief pause, Taylor shook his hand. "Aren't you sitting at the wrong table?"

"What, you mean with them?" said Victor looking over at the scientist table. "I don't think so. They're all just a bunch of boring egotists."

Taylor smiled despite himself. "Boring egotists?"

"Isn't that how most people view scientists?" Victor asked, with a smile.

Taylor stared at Victor. He saw a balding, middle aged man. "You're different from the others."

"Why thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me today," said Victor.

Taylor stared at him, trying to figure the man out. "What is your specialty?"

"Exosociology. Foreign cultures and all that," said Victor. "The Survey Service thought I might be useful if we come across some alien cultures that need deciphering. I told them of course! I would be essential to this mission." Then he lowered his voice mockingly, as if he were telling a secret. "Truthfully, though, I would be as much in the dark as the rest of you. Imagine a culture 200,000 years in advance of our own. Yes, I heard the theory about the Black Box's origins. 200,000 years in the future, if my fellow eggheads are right. By that time scale, humanity would be so far advanced that we wouldn't even begin to have the first idea how to relate to them."

"So why did you come?"

"Why not?" said Victor, shrugging with another smile.

"It's likely to be a one way trip," said Taylor.

"To a very interesting place, if it's the future we're really going to," said Victor. "Captain, I've lived a good life. A long life. And by now, kind of a

dull

life. I could go to sociology symposiums and write papers for another twenty years. I choose to do this instead."

Taylor smiled at him. He found himself liking the man. "I look forward to using your expertise. I just hope I can work as smoothly with the entire scientific team."

Victor smiled back at him. "By entire scientific team, you mean Elizabeth, don't you?"

Victor was very perceptive.

"She doesn't seem to like me very much."

"To the contrary. I think she likes you a great deal," said Victor.

"What makes you say that?" Taylor asked.

"She told us four times that you are unqualified to lead this expedition. She went on with great length and passion as to why you are temperamentally unsuited to be in command," said Victor.

"And that means she likes me because...."

"She only gets animated about people she likes," said Victor.

"I really don't think Elizabeth, I mean Doctor Shaw, likes me," said Taylor.

"Really?" said Victor. His eyebrows furled. "Then why is she looking at you right now?"

Taylor slowly turned his head, and saw Elizabeth staring right at him. She blushed, and turned away.

Taylor looked at Victor with an odd expression.

Could he be right?

********

After dinner, Elizabeth made her way out of the cafeteria. On the way out she practically bumped into Vincent Roman.

Vincent!

"Oh, sorry," said Vincent, backing up.

"That's all right," said Elizabeth, self consciously touching her hair, which of course was in a bun. She started to go around him, but he moved to block her.

"Elizabeth, can I ask you a question?" said Vincent.

"Sure, Vincent," said Elizabeth

. Go away, Vincent.

"I... I heard you didn't want me on your team."

I didn't, but the admiralty overruled me. They said I needed an exoanthropologist, and you were it.

"Where did you hear that?" Elizabeth asked.

"I hope... I hope our past is not going to be a problem," said Vincent.

"Not for me," said Elizabeth.

"Good," said Vincent, giving a weak smile. He found himself staring at her small breasts. She noticed his stare and blushed. Vincent bit his lip, forced himself to look away, and started walking in the other direction.

********

That night, after checking in with the bridge to make sure the situation was unchanged, Taylor lay down on his back in bed and closed his eyes.

Sleep was long in coming.

He kept thinking about Pam.

Pam!

It was too late to have regrets now; there were probably thousands of years separating the two. By now, Pam was long, long dead and buried.

But on top of all his other worries, the thought of it made him even more unsettled.

********

Everyone who had boarded the

Devonshire

had their own reasons for coming.

Taylor's was one of patriotism, to the Survey Service, and to Earth. Victor was in search of excitement. Bill Carey came out of loyalty to his ship--he didn't think Taylor could handle the command, and wanted to be there to protect the crew. Jennifer Hale was there out of loyalty to the Survey Service... and to Taylor.

Suki Tanaka, the navigator, came because of her disappointing career in the Survey Service thus far. She had entered the academy in the hopes of exploring the stars, and so was elated when her first assignment was to the

Bonadventure

, a deep space scoutship with a crew of three, assigned to explore the Magellan Sector. She thought nothing would make her happier.

In reality, the assignment was deathly dull. All they ended up doing was cataloging star after star for ten months. And then there was Captain Waters. Actually, technically speaking, Waters was only a lieutenant, as a three man scoutship didn't rate more than a one-ringer as Captain. The first week he had cornered her in a maintenance pod, and gave her a hug that startled her.

"Captain Waters, what are you doing?" Suki asked.

"Giving you a kiss," he said, and then he did just that. Suki's eyes widened as the Captain pressed his lips against hers. She felt his need, and his very masculine body pressed against her breasts, and her body responded. Suki was not very sexually experienced, except for that one time at that late night party in the Academy-

She felt Water's burgeoning erection pressing against her belly through his clothes. This was a dangerous game to play. "But Captain-"

"Who will it be," said Waters. "Me, or Sean?" Ensign Sean Flaherty was the other member of their crew.

"What?"

"Don't you know anything?" said Waters. "We always pair up on these long scoutship missions. You can be with me, or with Sean." He kissed her again. "Wouldn't you rather be a Captain's girl?" he murmured.

Suki felt his breath on her lips. His hands were on her breasts, rubbing her nipples, nipping them, caressing them through her Survey Service casual daydress. Meanwhile Waters' penis now felt as hard as a rock between them.

"What will it be, Suki? Wouldn't you rather be a Captain's girl?"

Suki felt a wave of attraction. Mark Waters was handsome, and dashing, and squeezing her breasts, and-"Yes," she whispered, overcome by her brash young captain.

Waters took her to his small compartment and made it official.

But it didn't end there. In a three module scoutship the size of the

Bonadventure

, it was impossible to keep intimacy secret. But Waters didn't even try. He started kissing her in the control module. At first, whenever Ensign Flaherty would come in, Suki would whisper "no" and pull from his grasp.

But Waters became more and more insistent, and soon Suki was kissing him with abandon even while Flaherty watched. Somehow, things progressed from there, and soon Waters was making love to Suki with the cabin door open, while Suki was vaguely aware of Ensign Flaherty standing by the door and watching.

It was purely a power trip on the part of Lieutenant Waters, to show Flaherty that he thoroughly dominated Suki, that she was essentially his sex slave. For Mark Waters, it made the sex all the more exciting. For Suki, it made it all the more degrading--until, to her horror, she found herself getting used to it, until one day she found herself thinking nothing of it as she passed Ensign Flaherty in the corridor while she was totally nude, with sperm dripping from between her legs.

By the end of the trip, Suki felt thoroughly degraded and used, like a whore. She never filed a complaint with Survey Service command, unsure of how much she had willingly participated in all of it, but she requested an immediate transfer. When the

Devonshire

's navigator resigned his commission and Suki was assigned to replace him, she didn't fight it; on the contrary, she relished the opportunity, despite the obvious risks. This was the reason she had joined the Survey Service in the first place, not to be some man's plaything.

Unlike the rest of the crew who were there involuntarily, she actually had some sympathy for Captain Taylor. She knew of his past history, but in her mind that made him a creative, brave leader, not the reckless playboy that many in the Survey Service looked down on him as. She didn't think he was anything like Captain Waters, and despite his known history with women, didn't think he would ever take advantage of her. She tried to smile at him whenever she could, and was pleased whenever he gave her a shy smile in return.

********

Doctor Elizabeth Shaw also had her own reasons for coming on the mission. It wouldn't be much of an exaggeration to say that her reason were directly related to the size of her breasts.

Elizabeth's breasts were not exactly

small

. Certainly by the standards of white women, they weren't; they were modest B cup breasts. But compared to her older sister Darlene, they were tiny. Darlene had huge, D cup breasts in the shape of eggplants. All the boys in high school loved them. Elizabeth, barely a year behind, usually didn't get a second glance. Her mother, who had more than once caught her daughter cupping her breasts in the mirror, had hugged her and assured her that she was simply a late bloomer.

She wasn't. Elizabeth grew modest B cups, and that was all. On an Asian body frame they would have looked big; on a black woman they would have looked small; and on a white female such as herself, they looked small-to-average sized. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of.

And so she watched as Darlene got all the attention in high school and even college. Her father tried to console her, hugging her and saying, "Girls with big titties have children. But girls with small titties have brains."

"Roger! How dare you say such a sexist thing!" her mother declared, smacking him on the back of the head.

"But it's true," said her father, smiling, and pointing at her mother's breasts... which were large and heavy.