It doesn't take long for Stephanie to fabricate a data module with some fake data (we keep a few blanks around for survey data), and Euler provides the computer virus.
As Stephanie hands it to me (via her remote, but the distinction is a bit petty sometimes) I get curious, “What’s on here, exactly?”
She shrugs, “Plausible fake designs that will be really expensive to test. Some off the shelf high end processor designs, notes that they need to be in a very large array, tied into very high end ship's sensors - with instructions on how - and many, many holographic projectors mounted on the hull of a ship. Also a firmware file and configuration instructions.”
Euler picks up the description, “And of course, the firmware file has the virus. A dozen of them, really. Try it in sim, it will simply throw errors. Actually run it as described? It'll start melting the hull… as a decoy. Everyone will rush to shut that down, of course, but by then the real payloads will be delivered. If their computer people are really on the ball, they might be able to get everyone off the ship before the reactor meltdown... and even if they manage to stop it? They're still out a lot of time and materials from the setup."
I consider a moment, “What kind of blast radius are we talking about?”
Euler sighs, “Just the ship they use. A modern reactor going critical doesn't explode, it just melts… while giving off radioactive clouds of nasty byproducts, mind. One of the other viruses goes for the ship’s weapons… but we can't control what they'll be near, so it only disables them.”
I consider, “Good thought. That should be fine, then. Well, get Stan dressed in his heavy armor, give it to him, and throw him out the airlock, please.”
“Yes Admiral,” Euler answers, and takes it away.
That will solve that headache well enough for now. He's Charmed, so he won't be doing anything, he's monitored, so he can't do much anyway, and soon he'll be off the ship, turning on his one-shot Drift engine, and getting to a safe-ish location in real space, where his ex-slaver will pick him up with his poisoned data package.
I'm still absolutely keeping an active eye on him via cameras.
I watch on the screens as Euler gets him out of his suit… and yes, he is EXACTLY as his blue soul looked. I watch as he gets his heavy armor out of null space storage. I watch as Euler helps him into his heavy armor. I watch as he puts away his clothes. I watch as he puts the data module in with them. I watch as he closes the null space chamber. I switch cameras (repeatedly) as Euler takes him out of his room, walks him down the hall, and to the airlock. I watch as he steps out into space. I switch cameras one last time, and watch as he activates his miniaturized Drift engine, vanishing back to normal space as a clump of water replaces the spot where he'd been.
I give an order to my ship, “Stephanie, just to be sure, please blow the clump of water to smithereens.”
“Yes Admiral,” she replies.
I watch as Stephanie takes her time, lines up the shot, and fires the heavy turret she has, turning the clump of water into less than vapor in a flash.
…and I still don't relax. I don't know exactly how long Stan had the run of the ship, but my best guess is a few days. So I order my summoned minions to do a complete and detailed sweep of all three ships, and the off-plane areas, and the computer code for all three ships (and the twins, but They're harder to access). I summon extra help for the purpose, but it still takes a solid week. We then random-select an uninhabited system in near space as a new destination, and change course for it.
And then I relax.
Seems excessive? Well, Stan is a Daemon. A being literally made of evil, and he had the run of my little world for at least a few days. I needed to be sure. I cannot trust that he didn't leave nastiness behind (we found four trackers, two trojans, three bombs, and a Remote Access Terminal, incidentally).
That out of the way… we're basically on vacation until the twins are born. We make orbit around a moon orbiting a gas giant, which is in turn orbiting a nice little white dwarf star, and enjoy how the sunlight refracts through the outer layers of the gas giant… it's like a really long sunset in blue and green. I still manage ship maintenance, of course. The summons do all the actual work, and they don't slack off, but I still feel compelled to check and make sure myself regularly.
And when I'm not watching the sunset or managing the ships, I have an entertainment library and four extremely willing partners at my disposal… whom I make sure to keep entertained.
Cowbird still greatly enjoys being insulted and abused… the look on her face when I'm sitting on those beanbag chairs on her chest, squeezing her milk out the hard way, making her clean it up with her tongue, insulting her intelligence, and stuffing rough objects in her holes? Pure bliss.
Linda loves it when I put on that double ended harness and rail her for a while. It doesn't matter which of her holes I use: Upper lips, lower lips, or rear entrance; she's screaming in incredible pleasure quite quickly. She's also quite fond of grinding or sissoring, and of course having me stick that rubbery rod between her huge hooters.
Euler wants to be on display, her chest the center of attention. So I suck the white gold out of her milkmakers, fondle her fantastic funbags and squeeze them until they fountain, pull her shirt down randomly ‘in public’ (it’s just us and the summons)… and she's happy as a clam at high tide.
Stephanie just wants to be told what to do. So I sit in a chair, tell her to strip, have her eat me out, rub herself to completion, drain my milk tanks (yes, I'm producing, just not as much as everyone else), squeeze her own dry, and whatever else strikes my fancy… that's what really gets her rocks off.
And the summons calmly clean up the mess left behind.
We do have a minor disposal problem: We all produce milk when our chests are stimulated and…well, it feels really good. I'm aware that's not too common, so with it being all five of us, I think it's Patricia's influence.
“It is. Fun, isn't it?”
Yes, but that’s not the immediate point. We don’t actually eat or drink except for fun, and between the five of us we produce a LOT of milk. We ultimately settle on just freezing it and lobbing it out of the back of the ship periodically, dumping it all into the gas giant. Several gallons a day is nothing to even a normal planet over millions of years; the gas giant isn't going to notice for a VERY long time.
So the days until the births pass pretty quickly.
Sadly, I only get to watch two of the births, because Stephanie goes into labor at the same time. No, that's not a grammar error: She has two bodies, and both go into labor simultaneously. I've seen plenty of ship births, and with the size difference I fully expect those to go easily… so I task a couple of summons loaded with Engineering, Physical Science, Life Science, Piloting, and Medicine to handle it… because I have no idea what all will be required: Best if they are ready for anything that might come up.
So I lay Stephanie down on a bed, wait while she dilates, and the little sphere is the first one she pushes out. I pick him up… hold him… he doesn't look cute like this. I hope he manifests a hardlight body soon.
The other baby comes out just a little creepier. The little robotic “skeleton” apparently uses the “ants” as muscles… so what crawls out of Stephanie's smaller form looks like a metal baby skeleton being used by a colony of ants to move around… and the ants just keep pouring out of her for a few minutes… and then swarm over to Stephanie, covering her.
Stephanie shudders and screams… I reach over to help, and they climb up me, too… oh. The little guy is HUNGRY. The swarm is getting under my shirt, stimulating my chest, and carrying droplets of milk back to the “skeleton” and coming back for more. And it feels really good.
I flag Euler, Cowbird, and Linda on the com. They need to get in on this too. I don't think I was very coherent, though, as they come in armed… they get it when the swarm hits them, too. We all spend a good long while screaming out our pleasure as the ants collect our milk, take it back to the skeleton, and do… something, I'm pretty distracted...
...right up until I'm not. After the hour (I checked the clock after; my com logged when I called for backup), the ants swarm back to the “skeleton”… which is now the size of an adult… I guess that's what the ants were doing with our milk? The “ants” swarm onto the skeleton, pack in tightly… and present little tiny colored hexagons, forming themselves around the skeleton in the shape of a muscular human male… very male, his meat member hangs down to his ankles… although if it's made of tiny metal ants, can I really call it a meat member?
I look around, basking in the afterglow, and notice his brother is done with his hardlight body… they look identical, but are easy to tell apart: Ant boy looks solid, and has tiny little hexagonal lines all over his body, while hardlight boy is smooth, but just slightly transparent.
I find myself licking my lips as the two newborns speak….
It doesn't take long for Stephanie to fabricate a data module with some fake data (we keep a few blanks around for survey data), and Euler provides the computer virus.
As Stephanie hands it to me (via her remote, but the distinction is a bit petty sometimes) I get curious, “What’s on here, exactly?”
She shrugs, “Plausible fake designs that will be really expensive to test. Some off the shelf high end processor designs, notes that they need to be in a very large array, tied into very high end ship's sensors - with instructions on how - and many, many holographic projectors mounted on the hull of a ship. Also a firmware file and configuration instructions.”
Euler picks up the description, “And of course, the firmware file has the virus. A dozen of them, really. Try it in sim, it will simply throw errors. Actually run it as described? It'll start melting the hull… as a decoy. Everyone will rush to shut that down, of course, but by then the real payloads will be delivered. If their computer people are really on the ball, they might be able to get everyone off the ship before the reactor meltdown... and even if they manage to stop it? They're still out a lot of time and materials from the setup."
I consider a moment, “What kind of blast radius are we talking about?”
Euler sighs, “Just the ship they use. A modern reactor going critical doesn't explode, it just melts… while giving off radioactive clouds of nasty byproducts, mind. One of the other viruses goes for the ship’s weapons… but we can't control what they'll be near, so it only disables them.”
I consider, “Good thought. That should be fine, then. Well, get Stan dressed in his heavy armor, give it to him, and throw him out the airlock, please.”
“Yes Admiral,” Euler answers, and takes it away.
That will solve that headache well enough for now. He's Charmed, so he won't be doing anything, he's monitored, so he can't do much anyway, and soon he'll be off the ship, turning on his one-shot Drift engine, and getting to a safe-ish location in real space, where his ex-slaver will pick him up with his poisoned data package.
I'm still absolutely keeping an active eye on him via cameras.
I watch on the screens as Euler gets him out of his suit… and yes, he is EXACTLY as his blue soul looked. I watch as he gets his heavy armor out of null space storage. I watch as Euler helps him into his heavy armor. I watch as he puts away his clothes. I watch as he puts the data module in with them. I watch as he closes the null space chamber. I switch cameras (repeatedly) as Euler takes him out of his room, walks him down the hall, and to the airlock. I watch as he steps out into space. I switch cameras one last time, and watch as he activates his miniaturized Drift engine, vanishing back to normal space as a clump of water replaces the spot where he'd been.
I give an order to my ship, “Stephanie, just to be sure, please blow the clump of water to smithereens.”
“Yes Admiral,” she replies.
I watch as Stephanie takes her time, lines up the shot, and fires the heavy turret she has, turning the clump of water into less than vapor in a flash.
…and I still don't relax. I don't know exactly how long Stan had the run of the ship, but my best guess is a few days. So I order my summoned minions to do a complete and detailed sweep of all three ships, and the off-plane areas, and the computer code for all three ships (and the twins, but They're harder to access). I summon extra help for the purpose, but it still takes a solid week. We then random-select an uninhabited system in near space as a new destination, and change course for it.
And then I relax.
Seems excessive? Well, Stan is a Daemon. A being literally made of evil, and he had the run of my little world for at least a few days. I needed to be sure. I cannot trust that he didn't leave nastiness behind (we found four trackers, two trojans, three bombs, and a Remote Access Terminal, incidentally).
That out of the way… we're basically on vacation until the twins are born. We make orbit around a moon orbiting a gas giant, which is in turn orbiting a nice little white dwarf star, and enjoy how the sunlight refracts through the outer layers of the gas giant… it's like a really long sunset in blue and green. I still manage ship maintenance, of course. The summons do all the actual work, and they don't slack off, but I still feel compelled to check and make sure myself regularly.
And when I'm not watching the sunset or managing the ships, I have an entertainment library and four extremely willing partners at my disposal… whom I make sure to keep entertained.
Cowbird still greatly enjoys being insulted and abused… the look on her face when I'm sitting on those beanbag chairs on her chest, squeezing her milk out the hard way, making her clean it up with her tongue, insulting her intelligence, and stuffing rough objects in her holes? Pure bliss.
Linda loves it when I put on that double ended harness and rail her for a while. It doesn't matter which of her holes I use: Upper lips, lower lips, or rear entrance; she's screaming in incredible pleasure quite quickly. She's also quite fond of grinding or sissoring, and of course having me stick that rubbery rod between her huge hooters.
Euler wants to be on display, her chest the center of attention. So I suck the white gold out of her milkmakers, fondle her fantastic funbags and squeeze them until they fountain, pull her shirt down randomly ‘in public’ (it’s just us and the summons)… and she's happy as a clam at high tide.
Stephanie just wants to be told what to do. So I sit in a chair, tell her to strip, have her eat me out, rub herself to completion, drain my milk tanks (yes, I'm producing, just not as much as everyone else), squeeze her own dry, and whatever else strikes my fancy… that's what really gets her rocks off.
And the summons calmly clean up the mess left behind.
We do have a minor disposal problem: We all produce milk when our chests are stimulated and…well, it feels really good. I'm aware that's not too common, so with it being all five of us, I think it's Patricia's influence.
“It is. Fun, isn't it?”
Yes, but that’s not the immediate point. We don’t actually eat or drink except for fun, and between the five of us we produce a LOT of milk. We ultimately settle on just freezing it and lobbing it out of the back of the ship periodically, dumping it all into the gas giant. Several gallons a day is nothing to even a normal planet over millions of years; the gas giant isn't going to notice for a VERY long time.
So the days until the births pass pretty quickly.
Sadly, I only get to watch two of the births, because Stephanie goes into labor at the same time. No, that's not a grammar error: She has two bodies, and both go into labor simultaneously. I've seen plenty of ship births, and with the size difference I fully expect those to go easily… so I task a couple of summons loaded with Engineering, Physical Science, Life Science, Piloting, and Medicine to handle it… because I have no idea what all will be required: Best if they are ready for anything that might come up.
So I lay Stephanie down on a bed, wait while she dilates, and the little sphere is the first one she pushes out. I pick him up… hold him… he doesn't look cute like this. I hope he manifests a hardlight body soon.
The other baby comes out just a little creepier. The little robotic “skeleton” apparently uses the “ants” as muscles… so what crawls out of Stephanie's smaller form looks like a metal baby skeleton being used by a colony of ants to move around… and the ants just keep pouring out of her for a few minutes… and then swarm over to Stephanie, covering her.
Stephanie shudders and screams… I reach over to help, and they climb up me, too… oh. The little guy is HUNGRY. The swarm is getting under my shirt, stimulating my chest, and carrying droplets of milk back to the “skeleton” and coming back for more. And it feels really good.
I flag Euler, Cowbird, and Linda on the com. They need to get in on this too. I don't think I was very coherent, though, as they come in armed… they get it when the swarm hits them, too. We all spend a good long while screaming out our pleasure as the ants collect our milk, take it back to the skeleton, and do… something, I'm pretty distracted...
...right up until I'm not. After the hour (I checked the clock after; my com logged when I called for backup), the ants swarm back to the “skeleton”… which is now the size of an adult… I guess that's what the ants were doing with our milk? The “ants” swarm onto the skeleton, pack in tightly… and present little tiny colored hexagons, forming themselves around the skeleton in the shape of a muscular human male… very male, his meat member hangs down to his ankles… although if it's made of tiny metal ants, can I really call it a meat member?
I look around, basking in the afterglow, and notice his brother is done with his hardlight body… they look identical, but are easy to tell apart: Ant boy looks solid, and has tiny little hexagonal lines all over his body, while hardlight boy is smooth, but just slightly transparent.
I find myself licking my lips as the two newborns speak….
