Slaves of Antares -- science fiction or fantasy

By moc.liamg@swerdna.nave.rm

Published on Nov 7, 2024

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Slaves of Antares Chapter one: A Warm Welcome in Antares Evan Andrews ©2024

This story is not technically a fan fiction, but it is inspired by high 1950s space opera (think Forbidden Planet), so forgive really dated terminology. As always, though, I had a cast of faces in mind for the characters, a list of whom follows each chapter. Your imagination may want different faces, which is cool.

This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of any of these men in real life.

The story depicts males in non-consensual pulp sci-fi sexual situations with aliens and other human males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.

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The saucer banked hard to the starboard, and inside men went tumbling across the Bridge.

"Dammit!" Captain Bolt roared. "When I say brace for evasive, I mean Brace! For! Evasive! Do it now! And if you're not supposed to be on the bridge, either get to your duty stations or back to your bunks!"

The UPS (United Planets Ship) Scipio then zagged where seconds before it had zigged, and the pilot followed that up by putting her through a barrel roll.

"Garcia, report," Bolt said. "Tell me you lost them."

"I'm using every trick in the book (and a couple I just made up) but I can't shake them, Captain."

"Engineering!"

"Daigo, Captain."

"I need more power, Mr. Daigo!"

"I'll see if I can squeeze any more blood out of the stone, Captain," the Engineer acknowledged.

"Sciences! Tovey, do we know who or what they are yet?"

"The ships' configuration's not in our databanks, Sir. And our sensors can't read anything from them. We're dealing with some entirely new BEM in these ships, Captain."

"And that means we don't have anything on file to tell us about their tech or weaponry," Lt. Emmanuel added from the weapons console.

Dammit,' Bolt swore internally. That means we're hampered by First Contact protocols until they actually attack us.'

"Gunney, keep a lock on them, but hold on firing. We're not going to start a space war here."

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Bolt was one of the "new" captains, in charge of one of the latest class of saucer in the UP fleet, the E747-F. The new upgraded ships had more room which meant they could take a larger crew than the old workhorses, like the famous C57-D. And their tech was state of the art, as well.

The new captains were also less anus-clenching than their predecessors, more flexible. And it was hoped that the UP would not have any more incidents as disastrous as what happened at Altair. (Ships were still having to avoid that space.) Mentioning Altair, or Morbius, or the Krell, or id monsters, or the fact that Altair now had a hazardous and (it was to be hoped) short term substellar companion to anyone in Command, or especially in the Admiralty, was a good way to get yourself assigned to garbage runs from Procyon to Epsilon Indi.

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Meanwhile, back on the bridge...

"Garcia...," Bolt said.

"I'm trying, Sir," the pilot said.

"Do or do not..." Bones, the CMO, intoned.

"There is no try," Bolt finished for him. The line from some ancient two-dee vid relieved the tension—but only by a hair.

"I'm doing what I can, Sir," Garcia elaborated as he executed evasive maneuver after evasive maneuver, "But they're faster than we are and more maneuverable. No matter what I try, they anticipate me and cut me off."

"If they're that much better, they ought to have caught us already," Tovey said bending down over his sciences station and punching up searches. "Instead, it's almost like they were herding us."

"Yes, sir, I had that idea too," Garcia said.

"Sparks, are they answering any of our hails?" Bolt said.

"Not even with a dot or dash, sir, and I know from feedback on the line they're receiving our transmissions," the communications chief said.

"Keep trying. Talking might be our only way out of this."

But the alien ships maintained their silence as they hemmed in the UP saucer, maneuvering it into their trap—something the humans never saw coming.

The Scipio suddenly lost all forward momentum—all forward momentum—which caught the entire crew by surprise. Everything loose and everyone not braced went flying. At least the inertial dampers kept the crew from becoming red smears on the interior hull.

"Emmanuel?!

"On it, sir. Uh, three drones we didn't notice have us caught in a "power net" of some sort. Out own weapons went offline when they "netted" us, sir."

"Garcia?!"

The pilot looked up, panicked.

"Whatever it is, sir, I can't break us free from it!"

"Is this even possible? Tovey?"

"Well, we're caught, so I'm safe at venturing to say yes. I'd heard the eggheads were working on something like this at Val Mar U on Mars, but the project was mired in theory issues the last I heard."

"Wonderful, so the BEMs have caught us, and they're not talking. What comes next, I wonder?"

Security Chief Tan suddenly said, "With respect, sir. What comes next could be boarding the Scipio. I recommend we prepare for that eventuality."

"Boarding," XO Joshua said, "That's so Hornblow..."

"The alien ships are launching lighters, sir," Tovey announced. "Estimate contact with Scipio in five minutes."

"You were saying, Number One?" Tan said grimly.

Joshua's face was dead white, but he said, "I recommend that Tan's men be issued the Big Fucking Guns, Captain."

"Alright then. Tan, open the armory and arm your boys with the heavy stuff. Then pass out smaller arms to the rest of the crew and prepare to repel boarders. Draft all not-on-essential duty crew. Your priorities are to hold engineering and life support. We'll hold the Bridge."

"Scipio," Bolt said to the all-call, "This is the Captain. Prepare to be boarded!"

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The alien lighters attached to the hull like limpets. At least Tan's men knew exactly where the BEMs would be coming through.

Seven armed crewmen covered each breaching site and waited, nervously.

"Galt," Tan said, "Any idea when..."

"I'll know maybe two minutes before the hull gives, sir," Daigo's structural specialist said.

"That'll have to do. Look alive, men."

Galt was good, and because of his "heads up" Tan's men were ready when the BEMs finally burned through.

A circle of hull way too small for a human to get through blew in, and the enemy poured into the ship.

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On the bridge, Bolt heard the blaster fire.

"Tan! What's going on down there?!"

"Being boarded, sir," the sec chief said shorty. The bridge crew could barely hear him over the blaster fire. "We took down the first few to charge through, but it's like they don't care how many we burn! Maguire! Look out!"

"What are they?"

"Nothing we've ever met before, man-sized, look something like a cross between a coil of rope and a rag mop. Shit, another breach! How...?"

"Give `em hell, Jerome!" Emmanuel murmured.

To be fair, Tan and his men did their best, but against an enemy that apparently didn't know how to count losses, the humans (those that hadn't already been dropped by the Rag Mops' return blaster fire) slowly but surely fell back. Of course, though the Scipio was bigger than the C57-D, it was still a tight place, and they were trapped.

The Rag Mops converged on critical below decks sections as it they knew exactly where the important systems were located. And as the BEMs advanced, more and more humans fell to alien blaster fire. (Neither Tan nor Bolt realized then that the men were not dead, but merely stunned.)

"Emmanuel, break out the bridge guns."

The weapons officer opened the special armory by his station and tossed the seven men above decks the deck sweeping guns.

"Prepare to defend the Bridge," Bolt ordered, "And Joshua, start rigging us for self-destruct."

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The Rag Mops quickly secured the lower deck, but they met stiffer resistance from the bridge crew when they tried to advance onto the main deck.

"Joshua?!" Bolt called as this unknown flavor of BEM struggled to finish their fight for control of his saucer.

"Another minute, sir," the XO said.

Suddenly a noise from overhead distracted the remaining free men. Hull plates blew in, and Rag Mops dropped on top of them while the resurgent boarding party forced its way up from the lower decks.

Joshua dropped before he could initiate self-destruct, and the remaining humans, one by one, fell to the alien stun lasers, Bolt last of all.

The battle took five minutes, though to the men involved it felt much longer. In end the entire crew of forty men was out cold, and the Rag Mops drug them all to the saucer's air lock in order to load them onto a big alien shuttle that docked with the saucer. One after another, the unconscious men were restrained and stacked in piles in the shuttle's hold before the alien ship pulled away to deliver the humans to their mother ship--and an unspeakable fate.

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For what it's worth, this is my fantasy casting for this chapter:

Captain – Capt. Jason Bolt (Robert Brown, actor) ; First Officer – Cmdr. Joshua (David Soul, actor) ; Helm – Lt. Garcia (Tommy Garcia, mma) ; Astrogation – Lt. Jeremy (Bobby Sherman, actor/singer) ; Communications – Sparks - Lt. Hal (Hal Sparks, actor) ; Weapons – Lt. Emmanuel (Manny Pacquiao, boxer) ; Security – Lt. Tan (Jerome Tan, sometimes called the Asian Tarzan, fitness guru) ; CMO – Bones – Cmdr. Phoenix (Phoenix Fellington, gay porn) ; Sciences – Lt. Tovey (Russell Tovey, actor) ; Engineer – Lt. Daigo (Daigo Atsushi, model/actor) ; structure specialist Galt (Jon Galt, gay porn)

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