Lost In Space

The year is 2590; Earth is slowly starting to branch out into the final frontier.

It's pretty lonely in space, however. It's been fifteen years since the LWSS Nightfall left Earth to explore another endless corner of the galaxy. She carried six passengers and the workings to start a small site once they landed... wherever they were going to land.

The astronauts have been in hyper sleep the entire time, only having a robot check their vitals and making sure the ship stayed "on course". But something went wrong. The robot started the protocol for waking up for one of the crew, before being rattled by turbulence and falling to the floor.

Twenty minutes went by before the astronaut's pod slid open.

"Hnggg..." was all she could manage, as she was violently flung forward, falling next to the robot. She groaned, trying to focus on what was happening. Red lights were flashing and she started to hear a muffled sound of an alarm going off.

"No no no NO NO NO NO!" She screamed, stumbling to get up and try to reach the cockpit of the ship. She pulled herself up and clung to the wall, trying to keep her balance as the ship thrashed around.

I can't... do this...

She pulled herself into the seat and started flipping switches, trying to stabilize the ship. She looked out the window. They were no longer in the vast, empty blackness of space, but falling through grey clouds. All she could hear was the alarm going off before seeing waves of blackness and lights to her right before the ship crashed into the darkness.

Silence.

The emergency lights came on and she woke up, yet again. She looked around, only to start screaming. The window was cracked and a liquid was starting to pour through. She tried to stand, but she was still groggy from hyper sleep.

Have to... get the crew...

She made her way to the quarters where the rest of her team was, tripping over the hunk of junk that was no shut off.

"FUCK OFF, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

She stood up and started the procedure to shut this part of the ship off from the rest of the sinking ship and started to wake up her companions.

"CREW QUARTERS IS NOW BREAKING OFF FROM THE NIGHTFALL. CREW QUARTERS IS SURFACING."

"Oh, blessed are the cheese makers..." She sighed in relief.

As the quarters broke through the surface, the lone astronaut made her way to a window. What greeted her was lights making their way toward the piece of ship.

Please be friendly, please be friendly...!

She stood up straight and reached for the ceiling, trying to find the hatch to make her way outside. She pushed it open, climbed out, only to be greeted with the barrel of an alien gun to her face. Her breath caught in her throat. She looked past the gun, seeing a humanoid alien in heavy armor. She couldn't see their face, but the hand that held the gun was green and had white tattoos on it.

It spoke to her. She stared at it confused. It spoke again, louder this time, more agitated.

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Boston Sterling was nervous with excitement. She stared at the ship from the runway, shielding her eyes from the sun. It was only three stories tall, smaller than any other ship she's ever toured on.

Boston Sterling was 28 and doing her first actual space mission. Sure, she toured to other planets, but only in the Sol system. As she made her way to base to get changed into her suit, she pulled out her itinerary for the mission.

"I don't know how I feel about hyper sleep..." she mumbled to herself, her gravely voice making it sound like she was talking to someone passing her.

"Well, it's not like you're gonna be going to space or anything..." someone said.

"Hey, fuck you, buddy," she said loudly, still staring at her itinerary.

"Ohhh, is the little boy getting upset?"

She stopped walking and looked straight ahead, her dark eyes looking bored.

"So, this is how it's gonna be, eh? Fine, then. See you on the ship."

It wasn't the first time she had been misgendered. It didn't really bother her. What DID bother her was her co-workers already starting shit and they weren't even in space yet. She was tall-ish for a lady, 5'6 or 5'7, depending on which gas station you were in. She wore her black hair short, bangs barely passing her eyebrows. She didn't wear feminine clothes. Hell, right now, she wore a really old, brown leather jacket, holey jeans and a blank, black t-shirt, which hung somewhat loosely. Underneath that shirt, was her small breast. They didn't bother her any. She was proud of how she looked. She worked hard to get to where she was and no asshole, male or female, was going to try to shame her body, when she's trying to do her job.

Emerald orbs glistened in the pale white hue of Scott's datapad. His nimble fingers tapping the small keys as if it was second nature to him. A brief moment of pause came to his hand when he brushed back some of his strawberry blond hair back out of his eyes 'time of a damn haircut' he muttered to himself. It was still within regulation but here lately he has been pounding at the keyboard a lot and th stands falling into his face all the time was a mere distraction, and the data that he was calculating would cost many lives if it was off just a few numbers.

Scott looked over the trajectory equation with a small since of pride since it was his coordinates that landed the Tera complex upon Mars. A completion that got Scott on this new mission. He wasn't for sure that he really liked the idea that he had to be on the ship, but it was a package deal and so he took it.

Putting the datapad down for a few moment he reached in and removed the black flight suit. Hi gaze fell across the Nightland name tag to ensure that it was straight and secured to the suit, his gaze fell over the LWSS Nightfall patch with the same inspection technique, nodding to himself with satisfaction.

Scott's average frame slid into the suit with ease, and settled with comfort when it was zipped up. Impressed with the way it felt against his coppery toned skin. 'Well so far so good' he muttered while inspecting the suit in the small locker mirror. A small smile lines across his face.

Scott made his way to the pre-inspection area to where the commander would be addressing them of all that he expected from them and where they would find out whom they were quartered with. Scott didn't care whom he would be with for most of the time he had his face glued to the datapad screen anyway.

Upon arriving at the area his gaze fell upon another figure standing about gazing over the drydocked ship. His gaze floated over the ship with awe. His pride was overwhelming, his voice crackled when he spoke to the figure standing there. "Hey dude, awesome ship huh?" He slightly elbowed the figure without looking over to them for his eyes where still taking in the sight.

"Hey dude, awesome ship huh?"

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She glanced over at him and shrugged. "Yeah, she is something. It's a big change up from what I used to," she said, her voice slightly annoyed. She fixed her jacket, put her hands in her pockets and looked at him. "Huh. I guess you're ready to go," she teased, smiling at him.

"Sterling." She held out her hand to him.

Scott slightly turned his head to get a better view at the figure standing beside him . Their tone of voice seemed a little annoyed. His brow arched when he realized it was a she not a dude. He could feel the burn from his embarrassing mistake. He turned his head back around to view the ship when she informed him that it was a slightly upgrade to what was in her norm. He could tell she was slightly annoyed either by his mistake, or the retarded way his excitement manifested itself by his elbowing her or his mistake in gender identification.

His status of readiness to go was already answered moments ago and he wasn't going to be the complete fool by responding to it. He was the one that always telecommunicated the information to the ships commander from the ground, this time he was going to be up there with them, no longer tied to the ground, so yeah he was ready to go.

He turned and smiled at her when she offered her name, "Nightland." He shook her hand, his gaze now falling upon her face. She was appealing to Scott's first eye to eye contact. He pulled his hand back, resumed to scan the ship. "Have you been informed whom the commander of the vessel is?" He dropped his gaze from her and turned back toward the ship.

She shook her head, shifting her weight to her left side, staring back up at the ship.

"I guess, since we will be in space for... Quite a while, the higher ups figured we didn't need to deal with pleasantries... Which I think is fucking dumb, but whatever." She shook her head again, trying to get rid of her attitude. She took a deep breath and sighed. One fuck. One fuckhead ruined her day.

"So, did you volunteer?" She asked, her chocolate eyes staring into his. She was taught to look people in the eye to show that she was actually interested into what they were saying. It also felt more genuine.

"Sorry if I seem... Irritated. Some dick cheese just rubbed me the wrong way. I also have resting bitch face. Or so I've been told." She shrugged. She didn't get to where she was by smiling all the time. She worked hard and only smiled when something was worth smiling about.

The statement from Sterling was very correct, the ship wasn’t designed to give them the comforts of home, but then again maybe it was meant to be that way. That way they could all come closer together by interacting with each other causing a closeness that is required to get an establishment going. He slightly turned toward her, “Maybe they did this so that we all can come close to each other by interacting and working together.” Scott just realized how geekish that statement was, he shrugged his shoulders and tossed out a small chuckle.

He quickly responded to her question in hopes she wouldn’t analyzed his previous statement. “I was asked to join this venture.” He replied, not in a I’m a special person kind of way, but in a fact orientated way. “How about you?” he did a quick up and down scan of her.

“Well, if I maybe so bold or stupid depending upon how you take this.” He eyed back at her, impressed with the way she looked. Her I will kick your ass if you piss me off just seemed to fit her aura. “I think your Bitch face as you put it, fits you nicely.” He smiled at her, “Beside makes me feel better that that have sent someone to kick ass instead of reading reports all the time.” He shifted his eye lock away from her shyly..

“I was asked to join this venture.”

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She nodded, looking at him more intently. "Same. Well... Kind of..." Her cheeks turned a bit red. "I'm not saying I begged for this opportunity, but I busted my ass for it." She glanced at her watch.

"Oh, wow, we need to get going... Do you think you could show me where to get changed?" She started walking; she didn't like standing around when there were things that needed to get done. Sure, they didn't need to meet the commander for another couple of hours, but she liked to walk and talk.

“Well, if I maybe so bold or stupid depending upon how you take this. I think your Bitch face as you put it, fits you nicely."

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She bit the inside of her lip, eyes forward. Her neck felt hot.

"Thanks," she mumbled, playing with the fabric in her jacket pockets.

He believed her totally when she informed him how she made it into the selected pile. It was very hard for a woman to be put on a first wave sortie without being damn good at what she does, but even then it was difficult, so she was one of those women you don't fuck with! At least, that was one of Scott's rules!

When she looked down at her watch, Instinctively he did the same. She spoke what he was thinking to himself that they needed to get going. He had a few things he had to get done before meeting with the commander. He also felt that maybe he rubbed her wrong and it was time to seperate.

His brow arched when she asked him if he could show her where they were to changed. He instantly tapped a few things on his datapad and smiled. "Sure thing." His hand gesturing toward the inclined hallway. "It's toward the very back of the ship." He followed slightly behind her as if she was the leader and he was her second. His eyes continuously shifted from her to the hallway. He swallowed deeply as if he could rid himself of the building heat wave.

"May I ask what is your duty station?" He could have looked it up easy enough, but he wanted to think about something else instead of how her body looked while she moved. His face was burning from the heated waves that he was already experiencing.

"May I ask what is your duty station?"

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She turned around and smiled at him. "I'm the executive officer." She smiled more, very proud of her position. "I'll see you later, Nightfall." She nodded to him and headed off to get changed.

The suit felt like pajamas. She stretched a bit and looked at herself in the mirror. She bent down and zipped up her boots to the suit. "Well, let's get this show on the road..." She made her way to the briefing room, after looking around the base.

Scott's jaw dropped open upon hearing the woman's duty station was. He quickly snapped his eyes forward and almost walked in the position of attention. Small beads of sweat slowly streamed down his face betraying Scott's emotion to any whom looked upon him.

He only nodded when she said that she will see him later, then he stuttered, "Yes ma'am!" He fell back against the wall when she founded the corner. 'Damn I made I made a fool out of myself.' Scott covered his eyes with the palm of his hands.

He took his seat in the conference room and awaited for the XO to enter the room. He wasn't really keen on seeing her so soon after making a fool of himself, he watched as the others entered and took their places around the table. He greeted each one with a nod.

Sterling made her way into the room, looking around. She saw Nightfall and nodded, giving him a small smile before sitting toward the front of the table. Her face look uninterested. She played with the folder in front of her. She twirled a pen in her hand. She waited for this conference to start. And when it did, she started taking notes.

An hour had went by before it was her turn to speak. She didn't even know she was supposed to talk. She cleared her throat and stood up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this mission will not be easy. This mission will test you, not just physically, but mentally as well as emotionally. If you have loved ones, then I have no idea why you are on this mission. You will never see them again. By the time we get back, IF we get back, they will be dying or dead. This mission is about finding life outside of our own. No one knows how long we will be gone. No one knows if we'll die on our way to wherever the fuck we're going. If we do die, then our ship is nothing more than an expensive time capsule."

She paused for a second, noticing that some of the crew had looks of horror on their faces. She took a deep breath and continued.

"We are doing what no one wants to. We should be feeling proud of this mission. We are looking for LIFE. We are looking for someone else to explore this vast thing we call space. Maybe they can show us what they've discovered. Maybe they'll kill us. As long as we find life, our mission will be complete. As long as we do our jobs, we will be fine. Thank you."

She sat down, ignoring the slight whispers around the room. This job isn't going to be easy, but it seems like they wanted their fears squashed. Not from her. She didn't like telling white lies about her work. This mission is going to be hard and she needed the crew to understand.

She gathered her things and left the room, not wanting to stay for the Q&A. She closed the door and sighed, rubbing her eyes with a thumb and forefinger. She walked down the hall a bit and sit on the floor, leaning her head back against the wall.

What was she doing?

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Boston Sterling was face to face with an alien species and she didn't know what to do. She couldn't understand them, so they probably couldn't understand her.

The alien pointed the gun to her forehead and screamed at her.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING!" she roared, pulling herself out of the ship. She grabbed the gun and held it to her head.

"If you're going to shoot me then fucking DO IT!" She glared at the helmet in front of her. Aside from the waves hitting the ship, it was quiet. The group of aliens on a boat to her left, dressed the same was the alien in front of her, watched quietly.

Time seemed to stand still.

The gun dropped from her head and the helmet came off. This alien's tattoos covered part of their face. Their eyes were 4 little black beads that blinked sideways. It's mouth was just nothing but teeth. It stared at her. She stared back, trying to look unphased, but inside she was screaming for help. Screaming for something normal.

It grunted. She wasn't sure if it was at her or at it's comrades. She stared, her hands shaking. Another alien on the boat came onto the bobbing ship. This one was blue, and looked more human. This one stared at her as well, before handing her a tiny ear piece. Sterling looked at it, before slowly taking it and putting it in her ear.

The green alien stared at her before opening it's mouth again. "What are you?" it growled.

Scott’s emerald orbs flowed over the faces of the men and women seated at the table. Some of their faces held the expressions of horror and uncertainty, while others held a stone cold face, while others held the look of yeah this was common knowledge. Scott’s face held the stone cold face for he didn’t care if this was a one-way trip or not. He had nothing here that he would miss, and the slight chance that they can find new life out there was something he didn’t want to pass up, the sacrifice was worth the effort. Besides it was he that was going to be setting the navigational points for this mission, so in a sense, if they found life out there, it was his doing!

Scott watched as Boston err Commander Sterling gathered her things quickly, her eyes rising from the table and shooting a glance at each of the members. He guessed she was determining if they were going to stay or go with the mission. He guessed she would hope that they all would decided to go so there wouldn’t be a delay in the countdown due to staff departing the mission. She then turned away and moved out of the room before the questions and answer session began. He didn’t blame her on that part for it was cut and dry, for if you go there is no coming back, if you stay well you will be replaced and the mission moves on. Simple.

Scott stood when asked if he had anything and the only thing he asked if he could be dismissed so he could do a last minute check on his gear, and to ensure that all paper work was completed and turned in to whom it all needed to go to. He turned and walked out of the room once giving the dismissing nod from the Captain.

He walked out into the hallway and was surprised to see the Commander sitting on the floor with her head tilted back. He walked over to her. “Commander? Are you okay?” He scanned over her quickly and realized the stress that she was hiding in the meeting was seeping out from her now. He swallowed hard and took a step back. “My apologies,” He knew she had to remain tough in front of everyone and he respected that but even the most strong needed someone to vent or to release worry to without fear of it being spread around and he was volunteering to be that person for her. “You have to be tough and not sugar coat things like this up front for now the ones that step forward are true to the voyage for you were true to them. The others that step away would have been the weak points in the team.” He knew she knew this but sometimes it helped when someone else says it instead of that little inner voice.

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The captain was dead a sharp piece of his hyper chamber shielding was embedded between his eyes, Scott pulled his gaze from him to the remaining Crew as they fell from their pods, his eyes shot over to where Boston was chambered, to his dismay and concern her pod was opened and she was gone. The robot responded to the members with its programming actions of giving the adrenaline booster shots. He got his on the way over to where the captain fell.

He searched the Captain thoroughly grabbing the data pad from his pocket, the card keys and the small silver key which was around his neck. He wanted to make sure that he had everything the Captain did so he could give it all to the Commander if she was still alive.

His skin felt a cool breeze sweeping across the floor which drew his attention. Instantly his eyes began to look around looking for either a breach in the wall or an open door way, his eyes fell upon the opened ceiling hatch. Pushing himself up from the body of the Captain he slowly and weakly he made his way to the opening.

Voices, was what he was meet with and they wasn’t speaking any language that he knew. The grunts and growls were riddled with irritation and growing anger. Then he heard the voice of Commander Sterling telling whomever that she didn’t understand then her words that came next made Scott’s hair on the back of his neck stand up. ’IF YOUR GOING TO SHOOT ME THEN FUCKING SHOOT ME!’ rang down from the outside.

Scott moved over to the weapons locker and with no grievance to their situation it was jammed. “FUCK ME!” Scott growled. His fingers typing away at the numerical pad. His anger growing on how stupid it was not putting a manual override in place just to prevent a situation like this occurring. He continued to press reset on every invalid code he put in and started again. “Come on Scott damn it figure it out!” He lost the track of time as he continued to input a six figure code…

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" The alien shouted in her face.

"I AM A HUMAN BY THE NAME OF COMMANDER STERLING," she yelled back, taking a step toward it. It stumbled a bit.

"I... I come in peace..." she said quietly, holding her hands up in surrender. Her eyes were still cold and locked onto the green guy in front of her. "As you can see, my ship is long gone in this... this chaos... My crew and I were sent from Earth to find life... We mean you no harm," she continued, keeping her hands up.

The silence continued, only being broke up by the continuing waves that crashed. The blue alien walked up to her and smiled a bit.

"Alright then," it murmured. "We will take you with us to base. We will get you and your crew checked out. However, since we don't know what a 'human' is, we will have to have you watched at all times. My name is Xani Anan, captain of the Ceani Military Base here in the city of Neith."

Sterling stared at Xani and nodded. "Thank you," she whispered.

"May I see the rest of your crew?" Xani asked.

Sterling blinked. "Oh, god, the crew." She slid down the hatch, not giving the captain a yes or no answer. She didn't know if her team was awake yet and she didn't need THAT showdown to happen.

She saw Scott and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. "Scott, what are you doing?" she asked, walking over to him. She placed a hand on his and removed it from the number pad. "We don't need these right now... We're being taken into custody." She smiled at him, albeit sadly.

Beads of sweat trickled down Scott's face from the sheer stress of trying to open the armory locker, his fingers continued to tap the small keys in an astonishing speed. Anger flared with each incorrect access code beeping. "Breathe, just breathe!" Scott muttered to himself, while he continued with the mental calculations. His heart pounded in fear of what the aliens were doing to the Commander.

Scott's turned to look upon the Commander when she called out his name. His fingers still typing codes into the access panel. "We need the weapons!" Scott blurted out. His gaze drifted over her shoulder to the closely following alien guards. "What the fuck!" He muttered to anyone whom would listen.

He pulled his gaze to the concerning face of the Commander, her soft touch seem to make him settle down even after hearing that they were all to surrender to the alien force. Scott nodded his understanding and removed his fingers from the keypad. "The Captain is dead, so I guess your in charge." He responded numbly. His eyes rising slowly to lock with hers. "I hope you know what you're doing." He whispered coldly.

"We need the weapons!"

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She stared at him, shaking her head. "Yeah? 2 people against a fucking army sound good to you?" she replied, his voice with a hint of venom.

"The Captain is dead, so I guess your in charge."

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"What? Fuck..." She rubbed the back of her neck, trying not to lose her cool.

"I hope you know what you're doing."

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The tone in his voice brought a fire into her body. She watched him, her eyes showing anger, but her face was flat, not showing any feeling.

"Yeah, I'm not the one trying to get us killed," she growled. "I'm TRYING to follow through with our mission, REMEMBER? To FIND life, not KILL it. Fall in line and don't assume like I know what I'm doing. Because I fucking DON'T. I'm just trying to keep us alive so MAYBE we can go home in one piece." Her eyes watched him for a second before turning around and addressing the aliens.

"My team is ready to go."

Xani Anan nodded and looked at Scott and nodded to him.

"He seems troubled."

"He is. But he will get over it."

A wave of anger swept over the average framed man from what Boston angrily spouted off to him. He bit his tongue, took a deep breathe and came to a conclusion that she was right they were here to seek new life, but even he knew that not all they met are going to be friendly.

He nodded to her with an apologetic look, he knew he was wrong in spouting out toward the commander, he should have waited to confront her in private, all he done was weakened the commanders position in the eyes of her crew and the aliens.

He turned away from the locker to face Boston, "If you would like, I will check on the crew." Scott turned away before she could answer him. He just wanted to get away from her for a few minutes, and to make sure that e everyone else was okay.

Scott looked over toward the Commander and the aliens, he couldn't understand why he wasn't ecstatic about meeting a new life form, the only feeling he got was mistrust. Maybe it was them pointing a weapon at the Commander of the fact that they were being detained like criminals.

Slowly he made his way back from the wounded to where the Commander and the aliens were. "Commander, only superficial injuries to most of the crew." Scott replied.

"Commander, only superficial injuries to most of the crew."

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Boston nodded. "Captain Xani Anan will lead us to our quarters.." She mumbled, not looking at him. The captain have Scott and smile and climbed out of the ship, Sterling following close behind.

After the team was settled in the boat, Sterling sat in awe, of where they were. The sun was rising, giving the sky a light green tint. They floated down a wide river, where the trees started to bloom when the sunlight hit them. She stood up and went to the railing, looking down at the water. It was still as dark as the night sky. She smiled a bit and sighed, leaning against the railing and watching the sun turn the sky into the color of grass.

Xani Anan stood next to her, leaning against the railing as well.

"We aren't going to keep a super watchful on you. For now at least," Xani said, watching Sterling. "We are going to take you to a facility to get you checked out, take care of your wounded. Then we will take you and your crew to temporary housing. It's not much. They are apartments in downtown."

Boston nodded a bit. "So, what happens after that?" she asked, looking at Xani. Xani smiled and it almost made Boston weak in the knees.

"You live as a citizen in Azoir."

As soon Xani said that name, the trees broke free to show a major city. Boston stared at all the tall buildings, the many floating lights of hovercars.

"The city is still somewhat asleep. Give it a few hours, and it will be a proper city. Azoir is the tenth city on Lemuria. About a million people live here."

Sterling laughed. "That's... That's like a whole country where I'm from."

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After what seemed like hours upon hours of check ups and studies and blood tests and just general doctor business, the crew was finally able to get settled in their new homes. The apartment was at the edge of the city, on a hill, that also overlooked the ocean.

Boston's apartment was on the second to top floor. Xani had walked up with her. "Well, here you are! I hope it's for you're liking." Xani nodded and headed toward the elevator.

Boston took a deep breath and opened the door to her new life. She stared at everything in disbelief. She always dreamed of having a place like this. She walked into the apartment, leaving the door slightly open. She froze mid-step, then proceeded to take off her shoes. She quietly touched the walls, her eyes moving all over the place, trying to take in everything.

Scott moved away from the Commander and the alien officer once the got onto the boat. He huddled with the other crew members whom wasn't as easily duped as Boston was with these aliens. Scott couldn't explain why he felt skeptical about them but his gut feeling was to strong to ignore.

Once they got off the boat and Scott could see the non-military side of these aliens, they seemed just like humans going and coming from work. His tension subsided when the sun through exams were finished. He even seen a few very attractive nurses while he waited between exams.

He was amazed with the housing that he and the other crew were given, his guilt for prejudging these people hit hard when his door was closed and was left along by his escorts. Scott and waited for a few moments before moving to the door and taking a peek outside, upon seeing the hallway was clear he slowly made his way down corridor until he reached where Boston was assigned. Seeing that the door was jared he opened it up a little more and poked his head in, "Commander?" His eyes fell upon her walking around feeling the walls, obviously she was admiring her assigned apartment.

Walking in he stood by the door."I owe you an apology for the way I have acted towed you." His face holding an apologetic expression. "Has he told you what they have planed for us?" His expression changed to one of curiosity.

Boston ignored him or didn't hear him. She made her way to the kitchen. The cupboards and fridge were open. But a side draw had a very small bottle in it. She tilted her head and picked it up, trying to read the lettering. She opened it and sniffed it.

"Ooh," she whispered, taking a small sip. She coughed, putting the bottle down and holding onto her chest as she continued to cough. Once she calmed down, she started to laugh, her cheeks getting rosy. She looked over and saw Scott staring at her, eyes wide. She smiled like a crazy person, offering him the tiny bottle.

"This is some heavy liquor," she slurred. When he didn't take the bottle, she shrugged and set it on the counter.

"I haven't felt like this... since... Since college..." She whispered, unzipping her suit and walking toward the living room. She sat on the couch and pulled off the suit, sitting in a t-shirt and her panties.

"Scott, if you're so concerned about what these people have in store for us, why don't you just go ask them? I'm not the one you should be asking. I almost got you all killed, remember?" She stared out the window. "No... No, wait, that was you, wanting to start shooting everything that moved. Man, that shit storm would have been terrible." She laughed and stretched out, turning her head to look at him. "Your apology is accepted but not forgiven. If you want to command, then by all means, do so. I have no way of getting us home, so if you can figure out, please... Do so," she whispered, watch the sun set into the ocean.

A brow arched over Scott’s left eye when Boston was almost instantly intoxicated by the alien drink. A slight shaking of his head occurred when she offered it to him. He never found a taste for alcohol on Earth and would hate to see what would happen if he took a sip of this stuff that almost knocked Boston on her ass. His eye watched her place it back on the countertop and than followed her back to the living space where she took a plop upon the sofa.

When she peeled her suit off and tossed it to the side and was only in a tee shirt and panties he had to pull his eyes away from her. The activity of not looking at her was nearly impossible for she was very attractive, the flight suit nor the EDF uniform did her any justice. He shifted his weight about during the conflict of looking at her and watching the sunset. Pushing his hands inside of his pockets so that he could blanket the rising hard on he was getting from the images of her still floating in his mind. Why did he act like a fucking jerk on the ship that produced this wall between them. Shrugging the question for that was in the past and there was nothing he could do about it now.

“Commander, I don’t want command, hell there is no military obligation to the Earth defense force anymore on that fact that we cant get back home. I just figured that you and that alien officer was getting along well and figured that maybe he told you something that is all.” Scott swallowed hard, he knew this wasn’t working and the best thing for him to do was to back away and give distance. “I will be leaving now. I hope you have a good evening.”

Scott turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. His mind was filled with regret that things happened this way, but as she put it, they were on a new planet and no way of getting back, so the best thing for him to do was to get to know his new home by going out in the big city and investigate.

Boston sat there in silence. She hung her head and sighed, getting up and grabbing the tiny bottle again and having a small sip. She snorted and huffed, walking around the apartment again. She ended up in the bathroom.

"Why, yes, brain, a hot bath does sound good," she whispered, undressing and starting the water. She slipped into the hot water and groaned. It felt as if the past 15 years had caught up with her. She felt... odd. She started to touch herself, groaning. After a few minutes, her thoughts turned to Scott. She bit her lip and moved her hand.

Scott stopped at the lift, his head turning slightly toward his left shoulder while his gaze drifted back toward Boston’s apartment. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ his inner voice asked quizzically. His mind playing the devils advocate by producing the images of her being on the couch in a tee shirt and panties. ‘You’re an idiot Scott!’ his inner voice proclaimed, Scott nodding in agreement.

He looked at the unique glass lift that takes occupants up and down between levels, then looked back over his shoulder to her door. Glass lift, door. ‘Hell Scott you will be looked upon strangely entering into the city by himself, which was also very concerning for why would they let someone that just came to their planet free reign? They wouldn’t! ‘Best to go back. Exploring the city is something all of us should do together.’ he nodding once again with agreement.

He turned back around and walked away from the lift. His eyes focused upon her door while it came closer with each step. His mind wondering not of what this could lead too, or what is her current dress, but on the subject of how he has treated her, and for the like of it all, he didn’t know why he was treating her like this. Maybe because when he first met her she was on his level, then when he found out that she was his commander, that took her to the level above him, then when this situation occurred he didn’t agree with her actions because she was suppose to have all the answers and she didn’t. She just knew that fighting was a big mistake and she was right.

He knocked on her door, not hearing anything he walked back in thinking maybe that the drink could have done something to her. Walking in, his gaze looked about the living area, the kitchen, the exercise room, then the entertainment room and still she eluded his gaze, then there was one place he should have thought of first, Alien Booze…. Equals tossing up what went down… Moving to the bathroom door.

Upon reaching the jarred door, Scott peered in and instantly pulled back. His face was hot and his breath was long and deep as he realized what she was doing. He moved back up and looked in, watching her head tilted back, and listening to the soft moans, her arms indicating that she was stroking her pussy with her hands. He wanted to just barge in and see what happens but he respected her too much to do that so he moved away back toward the front door where he called out to her from there.

She jumped a bit, splashing water everywhere.

"Uh... J-Just a second!" She called, looking around for something to cover herself up with. Nothing. She bit her lip and thought "fuck it", before stepping out of the tub, taking one more sip of her booze before stepping out of the bathroom. She stood in front of Scott, water dripping off every inch of her.

"Hey," she whispered, taking a few steps toward him. She watched him for a second, before taking his hand and leading him toward her bedroom. It was dark, the only light coming from the window, letting in the purple tint from the finally set sun. She pressed herself against him, her breath shaky in his ear.

"Scott... Will... Will you touch me?" she whispered, shivering a bit.