Message-ID: <58640asstr$1235671805@assm.asstr.org>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 08:00:06 -0600
From: "Elf M. Sternberg" <elf@pendorwright.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Journal Entry 126 / 01028  The Earth Moved (0)
Lines: 322
Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 13:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

The Earth Moved
Attendes 1028
Chatenni looked down on the cold Ritachan landscape through his PADD. It
looked colder than all of space and twice as unfriendly. And yet, down
there lay the ruins of a technological civilization, one that had ruled
the atom and with it managed its own destruction. He couldn't get that
ache out of his heart, not since hearing the words of Captain Tella
Razziress, the last Ritan, as she dictated her description of the world
after war and then took her own life. The report of the gunshot on the
recording sounded preternaturally loud to him. Others who had heard it
agreed with that assessment.

"Looks like a week-dead corpse. Grey and cold."

"Never seen a corpse," Chatenni replied to Yuma's rather gruesome image.

"Neither have I," the Vulpin admitted. "Just makes a nice analogy. All
that death and rot."

"It's too cold for anything to have rotted down there."

"We don't know what it was like or how long it took for winter to settle
over the southern hemisphere like that. Could be ugly."

"Charming," Japhet commented. "Wonder when Zender's going to let us go
down?"

"As soon as he agrees that it's safe for us to go down." Helena closed
the door behind herself. "Good. We are assembled. And we'll be going
down in the next ten hours. Chatenni, Nix, and Japhet will go down with
the initial structures. We'll be establishing two temporary bases right
here in the middle of Copper Square, this quadrangle near the center of
campus. The school was the University of Besnial at Coar. The building
here, to the north, is the library. These are classrooms. Here is the
statue found at the original landing, and here, under this classroom to
the west, was the doorway that led down to the Forcassa facility. The
intent is to make the library livable by the end of the week. Two
Pendorian vessels are already on their way here. The first will be here
in a matter of weeks, the other two months. We have that long to get
ready."

            *            *            *

Deep in a mountain fortress a drum of oil stood. Around it a battery of
computers and machinery ticked over, waiting, waiting. The unit received
its power from solar cells that had been built to last forever and so
far had succeeded. Sensors attached to the computer registered the
presence of small electrical charges inside the drum of oil, charges
that came in patterns unseen since a thousand years had passed. Patterns
that indicated activity once again came from the surface of Ritacha. The
single, quiet source it had been following forever had changed months
ago, then quieted away completely. But now loud, steady, moving signals
were coming from there, signs of life.

Signs it couldn't allow.

            *            *            *

Morrail collapsed into bed, grateful for the opportunity to just rest
and relax. His mind whirled with the opportunities surrounding him. Even
now Yuma and Nive worked to clean up books to feed to the translation
units aboard the Torr Minorr, and yet he couldn't just rest and let them
have all the fun. He wanted to work with the decontamination team.

"You look bushed," Helena said as she walked into the door. "Work too
hard?"

"Not yet," Morrail commented with a wry chuckle. "I should sleep,
Helena. I am exhausted. But I have no desire to sleep."

"I know that feeling all too well," she said, lying down beside him.
"But we have been going for twenty hours straight, Morrail. Both of us.
For the tenth day in a row. It's time for bed."

"I know," he sighed. He lifted his legs to bring his boots within reach.
He untied them and tossed them over the side of the bed. "Ahh... much
better."

She chuckled, leaned over and kissed her longtime mate. "You're
wonderful."

"So are you," he replied, touching her chest with his fingertips.

"You've been doing more heavy lifting than the doc said you should,
Morrail. Why don't you take the rest of those clothes off and let me rub
your back?"

He readily agreed. After he had stripped off the rest of his clothes and
lain down on his stomach, Helena straddled his hips and began stroking
his back in slow, gliding touches. He murred softly at the delicacy of
her touch. She found the knots and worked them out. "Your whole back is
a mess, Morrail."

"Guess I'm getting old."

"You are not. I checked with the doc and according to it your back is in
as good a shape as when you were twenty. You just worked too hard
today."

"Had to get the-- umph-- tents up."

"Not and kill yourself at the same time." She moved down to his legs.
Solid bands of strained muscle ran down from inside his groin to his
knees. "Fah, Mori, even your tail is tense."

"Is not," he grumped.

"Is." The muscles around his tail had tightened so much from lifting and
bending that she didn't think she was ever going to get them worked out.
But after five minutes of intense rubbing and pounding they did
eventually become a little looser. "You're stressed."

"It's hard to sit still when there's a whole world waiting for me."

"Well, just put those desires on hold for a few minutes and desire me
instead."

"That's easy," he said, turning over slowly and gathering her into his
arms. "Are you glad we made this trip?"

"Ask me in a couple of weeks when I've figured out what we are doing
here." He felt her warm body against his chest, the soft curves of her
thighs pressed up against his. He was already rampant from her
attentions and her body thrust against his, asking for his attentions in
return. He gave them willingly, nuzzling her cheek with his muzzle,
pressing his erection against her groin, feeling her opening up to let
him.

They rolled in bed until he rested on top of her, his hardness pressing
inward. A few gentle strokes spread her fluids over his erection until
he buried himself completely in her. The surprised gasp of "Oh!" told
him that he'd reached the right depth.

Helena surrendered herself to Morrail's tender thrusting. Neither wanted
anything more than the reaffirming lovemaking they had come to
appreciate from one another. Morrail's body rested on top of hers and
she loved the sensation of his weight atop her. Nothing felt more real
to her than the mass of her lover, the reality of him on top of her
body, holding her down as she wished it.

Morrail's thrusting into her soft cunny grew only slightly more
impatient as his climax approached. He could be violent when they wanted
but tonight neither of them wanted that kind of love. Helena's hands
caressed his back as she let him have what he wanted from her and she
got from him what she loved of him. His cock felt sweet sliding back and
forth within her body; she wanted it to go on for a long time. Tired as
he was, it probably would.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear.

"I love you too," she said, caressing the fur that ran along his arms,
kissing his soft rodentine nose.

"I'm close," he whispered.

"Then come." He listened to her advice, thrusting just a little more
urgently. She felt herself get wrapped up in his desire, could see it in
his face as his eyes glittered. With a soft moan he came, his body
shuddering atop hers, his cock coursing within her with his climax.

Something felt wrong-- the shaking in his body seemed to go on too long.
"Morrail?" she asked.

"That's not me," he said, looking up. "Earthquake?"

"I don't know." An alarm sounded out in the distance; the PADD next to
them on the bedstand turned yellow with black letters: WE ARE UNDER
ATTACK.

"What the...?"

A voice shouted over the PA, "Morrail! Helena! Get into the Library at
once! We're under attack!"

"Dammit!" Morrail snarled, grabbing his shoes and a shirt and heading
for the tunnel that linked the four outside domes and the doorway to the
library. Helena came right behind him in slippers and a bathrobe. "What
is going on out there?"

"Take a look," Chatenni said, waving a PADD at him. Morrail looked.

"What in the name of Saturn's Rings is that thing?" "That thing" was
about eight meters long with a tapered nose at each end, and it was
chewing up their shuttlecraft with all the gusto of a pack of hyenas
feasting on a dead gazelle. Lasers from the tapered nose sliced, diced,
and penetrated the shuttlecraft's unarmored upper hull; high-powered
gauss rounds much like those found down in the Forcassa bolthole
shattered the front glass. It had four caterpillar treads that allowed
it to lurch along the ground as it dragged itself up over the corpse of
the shuttlecraft.

They ran for the library; it was far safer than any of the tents and had
already been well-sealed for environmental control. They collected in
the main control room set up in the foyer and looked up at the big
screen. A huge plume of white gas was venting from the shuttle. "What's
that?"

"The fusion plant. Looks like that thing just ruptured it," Yuma said.

A voice came over the loudspeaker. Nix's. "Zender's suiting up right now
to come down and take care of that thing."

"Good," Morrail said. "Because I suspect we're its next target."

"Who, us?" Yuma asked. "Why?"

"Because if I miss my guess, the fusion plant was its target. Look, it's
done, sniffing the air. I think it's going after that next." He pointed
to the low, white box with rounded corners, barely a meter square, on
the floor. "The shuttlecraft has a larger power plant, but this one's
next on the sensor array."

Even has he spoke, the craft turned its conical nose into the air, a
mockery of some animal sniffing out its prey, then began lumbering to
turn around. It headed towards the library. "Run! Upstairs and to the
back, everyone!"

They needed no urging. Both Morrail and Chatenni held onto PADDs,
watching the immanent demise of their primary life support on the main
viewer. A bright light and a loud explosion interrupted their viewing,
and a figure stood at the top of the library steps, a large tube on its
shoulder pointed at the crawling war machine. "Take that!" a voice came
over the microphone.

"Zender!"

"Don't worry, guys. I'll take this ugly son of a bitch out in no time."
He fired his weapon. The screens went blank for a moment. Digital knows
no in-between; there was no static. When the image returned, the thing
had stopped moving as if surprised. A large hole was gouged out of the
nosecone. The sounds of shattering glass informed the archeology team
that the monstrosity had opened up with its gauss weapons, shredding the
delicate protection that covered or replaced the windows of the library.

"We're open to the outside! Everyone, pile into that bathroom over
there!" Chatenni shouted, pointing. He pulled at the door; it opened
with a shriek of grinding metal. Eight people ran past him and he pulled
the door shut behind him. The sounds of weaponsfire continued to come
from outside. "Yuma, give me your coat!" He took that, and his own, and
jammed them against the bottom of the door, sealing them off. It was
cold.

On the screen, one of the external feed cameras continued to play out
the scene. Zender drove his powered armor as well as any veteran of the
llerkindi/Sinox War could, dodging, fighting, shooting. The enemy tank
continued to shoot at him as it crawled up the library steps. He allowed
the portable particle cannon he carried to recharge, then let loose
another powerful volley that wrecked the caterpillar treads on the left
side once and for all.

"I am registering a significant increase in neutrino activity from the
enemy machine," Nix said. "I suspect a self-destruct mechanism."

"I'm on it," Zender said. He dove into the ruins of the shuttlecraft,
pulled off one of the walls of the wrecked ship, and threw it at the
machine. It blinked out of site.

"Nix, go!"

"I'm going, I'm going!" the AI responded. The screens again went blank.

"Nix?" Chatenni asked, glancing down at his darkened PADD. Nothing on it
seemed to be working; it was linked into the networked power system, and
had lost contact with its power source when Nix had gone off the air.

In the cramped and musty bathroom, six students and their two teachers
waited for word from outside. The room seemed to grow colder as they
huddled, anxiously.

"Mori?"

"Zen? In here!"

The door creaked open to reveal a large figure in white Stark armor
looking in on them. He reached up and pulled the helmet off. "Thank the
stars, you're all right. I'm in contact with Nix. The ship took a pretty
hard hit, but it's nothing that can't be fixed. We're all right,
everyone's alive." He pointed down the hallway. "I stretched a piece of
the tent material across the hallway back there and used some e-seal on
it."

"What was that?" Nive asked.

"Spoilsport, I suspect," Zender replied. "Designed to detect any fast
neutrino fusion power sources after the war and take them out. It's a
devilishly good design, to tunnel under the ground like that."

"So that's where it came from. I wondered how something so big could
wander into camp without anyone noticing."

"We don't have the seismic sensors set up," Chatenni said with some
apology. "I'll get to it as soon as I can."

"You do that," Zender said. "But don't be sorry. We can't anticipate
everything. Anyway, we've got a few working Sdisks, including the one I
tossed at that monster, still lying around, and we've got a
ground-working fusion plant to restart your PADDs with. Come on, let's
get back to work."

"I do hope the rest of this mission isn't this exciting," Nix's voice
came very clearly from Zender's helmet.

"I'll agree to that," Helena said with conviction. "Let's get fixing. We
don't want to look like a bunch of slobs when the ships from the Ring
arrive."

----------------------
The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik 
and Related Tales.

The entire archive of stories can be found at:
http://www.pendorwright.com/journals

Copyright 2002 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.
Distributed under the Creative Commons License BY-ND-NC/1.0
Some Rights Reserved. 

Elf's latest stories are available in paperback!  Buy 
the genderbending novel _Sterlings_, available
now from http://stores.lulu.com/elfsternberg

--

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+