The Flight of the Dauntless

[Ikely]

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15 February 2076
Lunar surface station Columbia

Lieutenant Commander Jake “Jabba” Barrett entered his dorm room. Barrett was 4 months into an 8 month deployment to the lunar surface. He was flying shuttle cargo flights between Earth and the Moon.

He took off his blue NASA flight suit, and went into the bath room. Once naked, he jumped in the shower. The water did not actually spray out of the head. It came out as hot fog.

After cleaning, the Naval Aviator changed into some clean boxer briefs and a Florida State University t-shirt. He had graduated from the university in 2055. When he first went to flight school in the Navy, his call sign was “Nole”. It was later changed to “Jabba” by his squadron mates because of his good looks and his ability to pick up women.

Barrett flopped down on the sofa, and flicked on the video monitor which hung on the wall. He flipped to the 24 hour news channel. The television signals were broadcast from Earth and were only 9 seconds behind. The crews working at Columbia got all the programs that were broadcast on earth, so that allowed for Barrett to watch the Seminoles play football.

The head line story was about the Chinese space program was close to finishing its Mars craft. They had put the finishing touches on the nuclear reactor for the space craft.

Barrett thought about the Chinese space program. Their Lunar station was 500 nautical miles east of Columbia, the American/European/Japanese Lunar station.

Barrett turned off the video monitor.

He closed his eyes a moment.

He missed his daughter. She was 10 now. Barrett could not remember the last time he was at one of her birthday parties. Since he and his ex-wife split up, he had slipped more and more out of her life. He went from test pilot to the space program, and then got stationed in Columbia, where he periodically talked to her on the video camera phone.

The 43 year old Naval Aviator had dedicated his life to flight, probably at the expense of his relationship with his daughter.

He opened his eyes then looked at the video monitor on his desk. The Earth hung suspended in the black of space. It was a live feed. Cargo ships could be seen flying in to Columbia.

For the past 5 years, the station was a dedicated base. The entire reason for the station was the construction of the massive Quasar 4 deep space vehicle, which was in a low lunar orbit around the Moon. It orbited a mere 100 nautical mile up. The Dauntless was completed last year. The Dauntless had completed the first manned Mars circumnavigation only 2 months ago.

The Chinese were still working to catch up. Their vehicle was built in Earth orbit but they had not even fired the reactor in the vehicle. But they were desperate to win the race to put a man on the surface of Mars. They would try for Mars soon.

Barrett closed his eyes and sleep was about over take him when the “BEEP BEEP” tone brought him conscious.

It was the video phone.

Barrett went to his desk, and punched the button. The monitor came on.

It was Colonel Troy “Trojan” Ross, the head of astronaut selection.

“Great…” Barrett thought. An unscheduled shuttle flight, probably taking some scientist back to Earth because he or she was homesick, was in his future.

“Hey Trojan, what you got?”
“Jabba, did I wake you buddy?
“No…I was just laying down resting. I just got back from the gym.”

Ross laughed, “That’s it, keep that body in shape. Who knows, you might run into some hottie aliens from Rigel. Look, you need to be in my office in 10 minutes.”

“What did I do?” The only reason for getting called to his office was for a flight assignment or to get your ass chewed, like the time a buddy did the mach 8 flyby of the lunar launch pad in the Ares 7 lunar lander.

“Jabba, just get here.” Ross disconnected the video feed.

Barrett grabbed a clean flight suit and climbed into it. He put on his shined, inspection ready, flight boots. He only used them for this sort of situation. Normally, they are not touched, but instead, are kept in a plastic box, shined and polished.
On his way out, he put on his squadron ball cap. The olive drab green hat bore the patch of the coiled rattle snake, fangs out. The VF-65 squadron was aboard the USS William Jefferson Clinton, the oldest carrier in the fleet. Barrett had flown with that squadron during the second Sino-American war. He had earned the Distinguished Flying Cross for combat over the Pacific.

Barrett walked out and turned to lock the door. When he turned to walk down the passageway, he crashed. The young lady was carrying at least 50 pounds of books and manuals. Her load fell to the floor and she let out a curse good enough to qualify for U. S. Naval service.

“I am so sorry.” Barrett said. He looked at the young lady. She looked like a high school student. She had her brown hair in a ponytail and wore some fashionable eye glasses.

“It’s okay; I am a klutz and should have been watching out for doors.” She said trying to restack the books.
Barrett helped her gather the books.

“I am sorry, but I have to ask, how old are you?” Barrett asked

“I’m 22…I am working on my master’s and I came to Columbia for a field study…my name is Amy.” She offered a hand.

Barrett shook it, saying “I’m Jabba; it’s very good to meet you.”

He did not remember 22 looking so young.
As he walked away he said, “I hope you pass your class.”

He arrived at Ross’ office and went in.
The astronaut selection chief was seated behind his desk. Flight director Chris Karr was seated in front of the desk next to an empty seat.

“Jabba, come on in and have a seat. How you doing?”
“I’m good. Talked to Izzy yesterday. She apparently has a boyfriend now in elementary school. Her birthday is next week. She will be 10.”
“Well, how would you like to be there for the party?” Ross asked

Barrett could not wrap his mind around what he was saying.
“Trojan, my rotation is not done for another 4 months…you aren’t firing me are you?”

Barrett was getting a little nervous.

Ross chuckled. “No, buddy…but you may want to quit when I give you your next flight.”

Barrett sat up.

“Jabba, I have selected you for command of the Dauntless 2 flight.” Ross stated

Barrett smiled big. “I am going to get the second Dauntless flight!” he thought. Barrett would have preferred a later flight, maybe a chance at a landing on Mars, but this was historical.

“Hey, great! I guess the second shakedown flight is as cool as the first.” Barrett said, still smiling. A deep space flight. It was the entire reason he went to test pilot school then the space program.

“Jabba, it won’t be a shakedown,” Ross had a serious look on his face. Barrett let his grin go away.

“This came straight from the president…the next flight is to make a landing attempt. You are flying to Mars and if you survive the landing, you will be known as the first human to step on another planet.”

Barrett sat stunned. His eyes dropped as the full magnitude of what was just said hit him.

Orville Wright…Charles Lindbergh…Neil Armstrong…Jake Barrett….that was unbelievable to Barrett

“Jabba, listen, this will be the most dangerous undertaking in the history of manned flight. The fact is, the chances of you and the crew surviving this flight are maybe 3 out of 10. If you do survive the landing, there is a 50/50 chance you won’t be able to get off the surface. We haven’t tested the assent stage. It might fire…it might not…it might blow right there. The Chinese are pressing us, and the president wants us first. Period.”

Barrett sat staring at the video monitor with the real time image of Earth hanging in space.

“Jabba, listen, if you elect to pass on this mission, I will totally understand. I do not want you taking this mission only because you think that if you don’t then I won’t give you any more deep space flights. That is not the case. You were my first choice, but for you to get the mission done, you have to be totally committed. If you choose to pass on this I will totally understand. You will remain on the rotation.”

Ross studied his friend. Barrett seemed deep in his thoughts. Talk about a roll of the dice.

Barrett knew he was going to take the mission. No real test pilot would turn it down. But the danger factor was increased by a magnitude of 10. The only reason he had not jumped on the chance was because Isabelle would not have a father if something happened.

In the end, the test pilot won the day.

“Trojan, you know I couldn’t turn this down….even if I wanted to.”

“Commander Barrett, I want you to fully understand this,” Chris Karr spoke for the first time.

“As you are training for this mission we will be preparing your memorial service. We already have plots at Arlington prepared. But you have to make this happen.”

“You guys really don’t think we will make it back…Well, Chris, I have never failed at any mission I have ever been on. I do not intend to fail now.”

To Ross he said, “Trojan, I will take this mission.” Barrett went on to ask some questions, not the least of which was when do the unmanned flights to deploy the habitat and the ascent vehicle leave for Mars.

Ross exposed a secret. It turns out the first Dauntless flight had deployed those items to the surface. It was a highly classified mission, but the equipment was on the surface already.

When Barrett had finished with his questions, Ross said, “Ok, you need to be on the 9 PM shuttle flight back to Earth. You need to assist in picking the crew and start training. The president wants an August TMI…September at the latest. Go get packed.”

The 2 aviators shook hands. Barrett shook Karr’s hand, then left to grab some things then get to the white room to change into the environmental white suit. He would have to get on an ascent vehicle, and then transfer to the shuttle. Then there was the 4 day trip back to Earth.

What an adventure this is going to be….

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sara Crawford gazed at the beautiful hybrid flower that sat in one of the private office used for meetings and interviews such as thing one. As a biologist, Sara had a passion for life in general...a zest for finding out how things ticked and why. She particularly enjoying studying new species and toying with a little botany. She had graduated top of her class, was highly thought of and talked about, but for the most part, Sara really didn't make a fuss about things. She was there to work, not socialize. She stayed to herself, her nose usually buried in books, notes and studies. At the ripe old age of 36, Sarah was perhaps a nerd in a lot of ways, but there was nothing bookish about her.

Although petite and fit, she also had some nice womanly curves, a slender waist, full breasts and rounded bottom. Her skin was pale and soft, her hair a rich mahogany color that was long and thick, but usually kept up and out of her way. A slender pair of wire rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, framing a pair of stunning green eyes...thickly lashed and a little distracting to those who had the pleasure of staring into them. She wore little to no makeup, keeping it simple and in truth, not needing the enhancement. But again, she paid no real attention to those details. She knew that this mission was going to be one of real importance. One to go down in history if it went off without a hitch.

Pursing her lips, Sara rocked back in her chair and steepled her long slender fingers together, trying to patiently wait. She needed details and lots of them. She was also getting hungry. Blowing out a breath, she stretched out her neck, leaned forward and crossed her legs and thought of all the things she needed to get done. Thankfully she had no close family, friends or even a pet to worry about. Her life had been her work, as sad as that sounded. She was a free bird ready to take a dangerous flight into the unknown. It was frightening and exciting all at once. She only hoped she could bring along one of her trusted assistants, but those details could be ironed out.

Lost in thought, she jerked slightly as the office door opened. Quickly she stood to attention...

 

[Ikely]

2 March 2076, 0900 hours CST
T- Minus 167 days, 3 hours, 39 seconds.

Jake Barrett arrived at the astronaut training command at the Johnson Space Center in Houston a little late. It was 9 AM and he had wanted to be there at 8 but he had such a good time getting his little girl ready for school he elected to be late.

In between being with his daughter he had managed to review the applications of many candidates for the mission.

All of the military candidates had stellar records and were all great pilots. His problem was with the science contingent. He had no idea how to proceed. But one of the applications was for a biologist named Sara Crawford and he decided to interview her right away, mainly, because she was not some 23 year old snot nose who was just out of the university. She was a little more mature. Not that she was old. She was only in her 30’s which tended to indicate she had been around and had some experience in her field.

Jake stopped by Colonel Ross’ office.

“Hey, Jabba! How was your week?”
“Trojan, it was so good. I got to play video games and we went to get pizza. We had a real good week.” Jake said.

“Well, what brings you by my office? You aren’t quitting, are you?”
“No…you wish I would quit so you could take this mission. I just wanted to let you know that I am interviewing that biologist in a minute.”
“Doctor Crawford?”
“Yeah...that’s the one.”

“Ok, I understand that she is in the top 3 biologist in the world. Her work on new species is the cutting edge of the field right now. No one actually believed she would even put in for this mission because they say she is absolutely devoted to her work here on Earth. She has not even been to the lunar surface yet. Hell, I don’t know that she has even been in a plane yet so when she goes for the flight quals you might want to handle that.”

“Alright, well, if she is at least coherent during the interview I will probably select her to act as the executive officer and the head of the science department for the mission.” Jake stated

“Good by me, buddy.”

Jake shook his friends hand and left his office. He made a stop for a cold can of Mt.Dew.

He had renewed his love affair with the soda after returning to the Earth a week ago.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you, baby.” Jake said to the cold, 12 ounce can.

Reaching the conference room, the secretary, a cute blond Senior Airman, said, “Doctor Crawford is waiting to see you, sir.”


“Thank you, Emily.” Airman Jeffries waited until Jake went into the conference room, and then punched in some keys on the computer. A digital image of a smiling, happy Jake Barrett was displayed next to Jakes office door. The airman did this to indicate to any other astronauts what kind of mood Jake had. If he had been in a bad mood, the image would have shown a steely eyed Jake and many astronauts who had come by would just turn around and walk out rather than push their luck.

Jake paused a moment before entering the conference room. He collected his thoughts then went in.

The woman stood at his entry.

“Doctor Crawford, please, stay seated.” Jake smiled

The first thing he noticed was she did not appear like a science nerd. In fact, she was beautiful. She in no way appeared as Jake had imagined. She was like a model or something. Considering they had a 6 month journey, she not being hard on guys’ eyes was certainly playing in her favor.

“Doctor Crawford, I am Commander Jake Barrett, the mission commander. I apologize for being late. I have been on the lunar surface for the past 4 months and I was with my kid for the past week or so.”

Jake opened her file and scanned it.

“Doctor Crawford, can you tell me a little bit about yourself.”

As she answered, Jake tried not to stare, mesmerized by her good looks. She had an almost hypnotic appearance, with her green eyes being the focal point.

Jake asked some follow up questions about her field of study, and then cut to the serious matter of a flight to Mars.

“Doctor Crawford, I want you to understand, that if selected for this mission, you will be putting your life in danger. NASA is only giving us a 30% chance of survival. One chance in 3 of living through it. They have even prepared plots at Arlington National Cemetery for the crew. How does that make you feel? Does it change your feelings about whether you want to be a part of this crew?”

Again, the woman spoke and Jake was drawn to her eyes. He desperately wanted to see her in a bikini or her underwear. “Come on, dude, and snap out of it. This is business.” Jake thought to himself

Doctor Crawford was not going to miss this mission.

Jake smiled.

He feigned writing some stuff on a pad, then looked up the beautiful woman.
“Doctor Crawford, I would like to offer you a position as science lead for the crew of Dauntless 2.”

Jake watched her reaction, and he was happy. With her now onboard, he could put her in charge of selection of the other scientist. That would be a load off of his mind and allow him to focus on the military flight crew. They could begin training by the end of the month.

As an afterthought, Jake asked, “How would you like to go for some breakfast and we can discuss your new duties? I know a little place close to here that has an awesome breakfast.”

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sara wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but Commander Jake Barrett had not been one of them. As far as attractive men go, Sara could take'em or leave'em. Had little time for a social life and rarely ever dated or associated herself with anyone for very long. Mostly because it seemed as though all men eventually bored her. There was no excitement, no passion, nothing that made her body scream I WANT! So it was a bit of a shock to her system when Jake had walked in, looking tall, lean and cool. He seemed to carry a bit of a bad boy air about him that made her skin tingle with awareness. Strange.

Pushing her glasses up her nose, she sat and listened to his voice, finding it strangely soothing and yet tantalizing as well as she stared into his ruggedly handsome face. Blinking when he began to ask her questions.

“Doctor Crawford, can you tell me a little bit about yourself.”

“Oh, well there isn't much to tell really that isn't in my files. As you've probably read, my credentials are more than adequate and I'm not bragging, just stating facts. I'm fascinated with science, graduated top of my class and have spent a great deal of my team engrossed in different research...I do have a small weakness for botany. Plant life for whatever odd reason seems to intrigue me, but all all life forms to in general.”

He listened intently, nodding here and there as he glanced down at her file, but for the most part seemed to keep his eyes locked on hers. Rubbing her moist palms against her thigh, she noted the skitter of her pulse and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

“Doctor Crawford, I want you to understand, that if selected for this mission, you will be putting your life in danger. NASA is only giving us a 30% chance of survival. One chance in 3 of living through it. They have even prepared plots at Arlington National Cemetery for the crew. How does that make you feel? Does it change your feelings about whether you want to be a part of this crew?”

She pursed her lips at that and stared back evenly, slowly leaning back against the cold metal seat. “Well, I won't lie and tell you that the 30% survival rate is a little unnerving. I'd rather stay alive a little bit longer, but as a scientist, I find this level of exploration to be too good to pass up. It's a once in a lifetime chance for me. I don't have any real family to speak of, no kids, no pets. It's just me. If I do pass on, no one will miss me. So I figure...I have nothing to lose. Not really.”

Saying those words out loud made her feel a little sad. After all, other than her carrier, she hadn't really achieved much of a personal life. It was a little embarrassing, but he had asked and she wanted the position. After a moment of silence, finally, he smiled and gave her his positive answer. She would joint the crew.

A smile broke across her face, beaming as she clasped his warm, strong hand with her smaller, slender one. “Thank you!! I promise, you won't regret this.”

Standing, she pressed her hand to her flat stomach and groaned, “Oh yes...I've been starving all morning, but haven't had the time. Breakfast sounds great and I'd love to hear some details. Lead the way commander. I'm ready to put down some food.”

His rich chuckle sent a shiver of delight down her spine and she felt herself actually blush.
Smiling, she stepped out of the small room as he opened the door for her and motioned for her to go first before joining her.

“I do have one concern...other than death by blaze of glory.” She slanted him a sideways look as they walked, close, but not touching, her hands clasped behind her back. “I um...have this tiny fear of flying...you know, just a little one.” With a sheepish smile she laughed dryly, “I figure if you can knock me out or sedate me, shouldn't be an issue. Or hey – a paper bag might do the trick too.”

 

[Ikely]

As they walked the hallways, Jake was drawn back to what she had said in the conference room.

“It's just me. If I do pass on, no one will miss me. So I figure...I have nothing to lose. Not really.”

That hit Jake. How could this beautiful woman have no one? That seemed impossible to him. It could also bring up a concern with NASA that maybe she was on a suicide mission.

Jake did not get that feeling from her; in fact she was a scientist through and through. He believed her when she said this level of exploration was the pinnacle of science.

On the way to Jakes car, a Government Issue hybrid electric sedan, Sara mentioned her fear of flying.

Jake could not help it, he displayed his “WOW, this is going to fun” smile.

“Sara, we will get you over your fear of flying in a couple of weeks. I promise.” Jake said, and then laughed out loud. He would take her up in an F-166 fighter. He would take her to Mach 3 and pull some 9 g turns. Yeah, Dr. Sara Crawford would get over her fear of flying quickly.

Jake started the car and drove out of the lot. He yielded to some personal hover craft, and then got the hybrid up to top speed, a leisurely 45 miles per hour.

The diner was a short distance away and they pulled in.

They got corner booth, and Jake sat across from her. She was even better looking in the light of the mid morning, Texas sun.

They ordered and casually ate their breakfast.

When the plates had been removed, Jake ordered another glass of orange juice, and then started talking.

“Ok, Sara, I know a lot about you, so now I will tell you about me. I graduated from Florida State in ’55. Joined the Navy, went to flight school. I have a 10 year old daughter who is named Isabelle, I have no doubt you will be meeting her one day as I am required to bring my friends over so she can render her approval. She is bossy that way, but it’s my fault. I spoil her terribly.
Anyway, I apparently did something correct in flight school because they gave me fighters.

I was in flight school during the first Sino-American war but was present for the second one. I was with a fighter squadron flying off of the “Slick Willie”, the USS Clinton. I saw some action, got a few kills and won a medal. That was when they offered me test pilot training in Maryland.

I got to test a few planes, but then word came out that NASA needed astronauts. I signed on with them and have been flying shuttles back and forth to the lunar station. Then I got this mission.

As commander, my goal is to get the best of the best for the crew. That is where you come in. I want you to be my executive officer, the second in command. I also want you to do the science crew selections. I want the best physicists, the best geologists, the best computer guys in the field. You will also be the final say in what experiments we conduct in route as well as on the surface…assuming we live that long.”

Jake let that sink in.

“Now, I am going to assume you are not familiar with the Quasar 4 deep space vehicle. The craft is nuclear powered. The reactor powers everything. Your computer, the propulsion system, the artificial gravity deck plates, the reaction control jets, the galley equipment…everything is powered by the reactor so the engineering specialist has to be the best.

Once we receive the command for a GO for TMI...that’s Trans Mars Injection, it will be a 6 month trip. They are considering a Venus swing by, where we use the gravity of Venus to sling shot us towards Mars, that would shave 2 months off of our flight time to Mars, but that is still up in the air.

Once we achieve an orbit around Mars and everything is GO, me and you and the rest of the landing team will use the Ares 7 landing module to land on the surface. We will probably be living in that craft for a couple of days while we get the habitats built and functioning. Once that is done, we move in and you science nerds can start your experiments.”

Jake smiled his rascally smile at the “science nerd” comment, just to see her response.

Sara seemed drawn into it. She actually appeared to be even more motivated to go on the mission, which was good.

Jake picked up the tab, telling her it was on the government, and they drove back to JSC.

Jake said, “Go ahead and take the rest of the day off. Start getting your affairs in order and be back first thing tomorrow morning. You have a science team to select and we need them by the end of the week. We want to commence training by the first of April.”

They said there good bye’s and Jake watched her walk through the parking lot.

he has tight little ass on her, he thought, then turned to walk back inside.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sara let everything sink in as Commander Barrett spoke. She was impressed by his background and training, but felt a twinge of envy as he spoke of his daughter. His voice warmed and his smiled became easy as he spoke of her. She wondered why he would risk such a mission, leaving her behind and perhaps never returning, but that was his deal. She wasn't going to pry unless he volunteered the information.

The breakfast was enjoyable. Although she didn't really experience a lot of social settings anymore, it felt natural to talk to him. Sitting back and relaxing as they went over things. Now alone again, Sara pondered her 'affairs'.

Back in her apartment, she looked around the somewhat stark walls and sighed. One of her co workers had once noted that her place resembled more of a bachelor pad, apart from the fact that everything was neat and organized, it was rather sterile. White walls, simple furniture and not many perhaps things on display. She had a picture of her parents, now long gone displayed on an end table, a variety of science books and novel and a few lovely flowers that she grew for the sheer joy.

Sitting at her desk, she began writing out her will. If anything, she would donate her assets to what else? Science. Her department and perhaps a few charities if she could think of anything worth while. However by the end of the night, her head was pounding and she was beginning to feel depressed. If they survived the mission, she would have to get a life outside of work, she told herself. People made time for families all the time, so why not her?

The idea was a novel one, but after watching Jake's handsome face take on a loving glow talking about her daughter, she felt strangely empty. What would it be like to have someone love her like that? To feel wanted and needed for more than her brain and quick learning abilities.

With a hot shower behind her, Sara slipped into a pair of silk pair of pjs and slid into her bed with a heavy sigh. Tomorrow would be a busy day and with any luck she could forget her thoughts for a whlie and focus on more important things.

 

[Ikely]

17 April 2076, 1524 hours CST
T-minus 122 days, 21 hours, 48 seconds

Commander Jake Barrett toggled a switch and entered some numbers into the computer. The computer started flashing red and an alarm sounded.
“What the fuck?” Jake hissed.

“The reactor is increasing in power output.” Captain Brian Capel, the mission specialist for control and maneuvering said matter of factly. Because they were in the middle of a course correction burn, the maneuvering jets were increasing the ships forward velocity.

This was not good.

“Ok, shut down the jets, then.” Jake calmly ordered.
“No joy…the reactor is not excepting that command. Oh shit…I am going to have to SCRAM the reactor. GOD DAMNIT! We are going to be way off.” Capel said.

The propulsion jets were increasing their forward velocity which was going to put the vessel way off course. So far off course, they may never get back on course.

“30 seconds…” Capel said. They had 30 seconds to shut down the jets or they would be adding an extra 3 months to the flight time. That was the best case scenario. For every second beyond that 30 they would need months of flight time to just get back on course.

“Try turning the engine bell, use that force to slow us down. “
“That won’t work; it will only tilt us off the wrong line.”
“Ok, shut the reactor down, we will be off course but not by much, we can fix it later.”
Capel input the necessary information into the computer.

Over the internal communication system, the simulation coordinator came on so Jake and Brian could hear.

“If you shut down the reactor, you may not get it refired. Right now, you have doomed yourself to drifting on that line for eternity…or until you crash into another planet. The proper course of action should be rerouting the power output. If you reroute it, the reactor will shut down the current system you are working then require input to verify you want the other system to function. Captain Capel, remember rerouting the power has automatic cut off systems.”

Capel looked at Jake, “My bad…I knew that. I was concerned with the time. It won’t happen again.”
“Hey, I wish I had a dollar for every time they have killed us in this simulator. Just make sure you are up to speed on these systems.”

They exited the simulator. For the past few weeks they had been training daily in the simulator. Even though the simulator won more times than not, the training had been going very well. The crew was functioning as Jake had hoped. But he was still missing one more crew member.

He needed a Lander pilot.

He had narrowed the field to 3 and one of them he hated with a passion. Unfortunately, that guy was the best there was at flying the Ares 7. He would worry about that later.

Jake now was going to have some fun.

He had arranged some flight time and was going to take Sara Crawford up for her flight quals. The thought brought a smile to his face.

He walked over to her office and knocked then walked in.

“Sara…I need you, badly.”
Sara looked at Jake with an odd expression.
Jake laughed, “Sorry, I mean you need to come with me. We are going flying!”

The couple walked to the flight ready room as he told her of what they were going to be doing. They would climb out to 70.000 feet then he would open the throttles until they reached full speed. From that altitude, she would be able to see the blackness of space. Then they would do some high G turns then land.

The locker room was unisex so Jake started stripping out of his clothes.

Jake took sideways glances at Sara as she came out of her clothes. Her body was just magnificent to look at. He followed her toned athletic legs, from her ankles up to the curve of her buttocks in her panties. Her flat stomach was highlighted by her pert breasts.

Once in the flight suits, they walked out to the flight line.

The F-166 was a high speed fighter. It was black, with radar absorbent tiles on the outer skin. The plane had gull shaped wings and twin tails, canted to an angle of 120 degrees.

The plane captain had connected the ladder.

Jake checked that Sara had her helmet on straight. Sara was squared away and Jake indicated she could climb the ladder and strap the fighter to her ass.

Jake watched her climb the ladder. He was actually watching her ass in the flight suit as she climbed.

Once he was in the front seat, the plane captain strapped him into the ejection seat. He got the hand signal from the flight line crew that he was clear and he fired the engines.
“Sara, are you ready to fly?” He got her response then over the radio said, “JSC, Talon 1 is checked and ready for roll out.”

"Talon 1, JSC control, you are clear for takeoff. Air space is clear for 10 nautical miles, so you are clear to climb at your leisure.”
“Roger, JSC Control, Talon 1 rotating.”

Jake eased the throttle forward. When he reached flight speed, the plane jumped in to the air.

At an altitude of 15 feet above the runway, he brought the landing gear up. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw her beautiful green eyes over the oxygen mask.

“Don’t sweat it. We are going to have fun.” With that he pulled the yoke back and shoved the throttles to the stop.

Like a bullet, the plane shot skyward, in to the blue. Jake thought she may have screamed in the intercom.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sarah welcomed the break when she had heard Jake’s voice. What she hadn’t expected was the small thrill that had shot right through her when he had greeted her with “Sara…I need you, badly.”

Instantly alert, she had giving him an odd look and felt her insides quiver as he laughed and shot her a charming grin. Excitement and nervousness bubbled inside of her as Jake lead the way to the locker room. She kept her cool, acting as casually as possible as she stripped before him. It was a little odd, sharing a locker with another man and she’d snuck a few sneak peaks at his masculine body and imprinted those images to memory. The man was oh so fine that she almost drooled.

Unfortunately all thoughts of sinfully sexy Jake went flying out of her mind as the man ruthlessly jolted her body and sent her screaming with the jet as it bolted through the air. She white knuckled her seat belt, squeezing her eyes shut as he dipped and turned. Her stomach rose up into her throat and threatened to chock her. Oh god oh god oh god! She was going to die!!! Her mind screamed as her body tensed all over.

She screamed his name as he turned, urging her to open her eyes. She shook her head, feeling rather faint and trying to breath. “Get us down, get us down!!” She squealed into the com, hearing his rich laughter.

Sucking in deep breaths, she tried to focus. She was fine, she was alive and Jake was in control. It was okay, she told herself…but she was going to kick his ass after all of this. She was going to murder him.

Gulping down the bile that rose in her throat, she shuddered snuck a peak as the plane leveled out and sailed smoothly through the air. “I don’t know when, I don’t know how…but I’ll get you back for this. You’re just lucky I didn’t pee myself!”

 

[Ikely]

Jake leveled out at 65,000 feet.

He turned the high speed fighter to the south, out over the Gulf of Mexico. He heard Sara’s heavy breaths through the comm’s. He pushed the plane out to Mach 3, the force pushing their bodies into the ejection seats.

Just when she seemed to be gaining control of her breathing, he sent the fighter into a high speed turn, pulling close to 7 g’s. He felt the g suit inflate and tighten along his thighs and midriff. It helped keep the blood from leaving his skull and stay conscious. He heard Sara begin a scream but it was cut off by the g forces.

At the bottom of the turn, he leveled out then nosed the aircraft straight down, the sensation of falling filling his mind and he was certain Sara was feeling that also.

Jake pulled the yoke back again, and sent the plane into a large loop. Once the aircraft was upside down and they were hanging in the straps, Jake stopped the loop and they flew upside down.

“Isn’t this fun?!” he asked

Sara did not verbally respond, she just stared holes into the back of his head.
He laughed.

Then he sent the plane into a series of barrel rolls.

Sara squealed then threatened him with revenge. It was time to show her what he loved so much about flying.

Jake leveled the plane out and climbed higher.

At 70,000 feet he leveled the plane out.

“Sara…Sara, open your eyes and look up.” Jake commanded. He looked up also.

Through the clear lexan canopy, the dark of space was visible. They were at the extreme outer limits of the atmosphere. The curvature of the earth was visible out the front of the canopy. He could see the blue line of atmosphere separating the deep blue, green, browns of the planet from the deep, penetrating blackness of space.

“Sara, look, a satellite.”

Jake pointed out towards the right side of the plane. A satellite, rotating at high speed, flashing the reflective sunlight like a beacon off the side of the space vehicles panels, traveled westward in a low earth orbit.

“This is why I do what I do. I know many people want to know how I could leave my daughter, my family, and friends, and risk everything. Just look around you. I am hooked. I have to fly.”

Jake eventually brought them back to earth.

The plane landed and he rolled to a stop.

Sara had not said a word to him. He hoped he had not pushed her too far with the flight.

“Sara, I hope you had a good time. You are now officially checked out and ready to go.”

She had pulled her flight helmet off and her hair was tussled but she still was stunning to look at.

“Hey, if you want, how about you come over to my place on Friday. We can finalize our candidate selections, maybe grill some burgers. You can meet Izzy also. I am not asking you on a date or anything. Just a working weekend sort of thing…if you want.”

Jake swallowed hard. He was stammering like a high school kid.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

“Sarah, look, a satellite.”

When she had actually finally opened her eyes, she had to admit he was right. The views up there were breath taking and beautiful. She couldn’t fault him for being hooked, but envied the fact that he had both…his great love of flying and a family. Still, she was more than happy to head back to earth and clenched her eyes back shut as they landed.

Now out in the open, Sarah tried to regain her bearings. She knew he was talking, but even as she removed her helmet, her brain refused to function. Maybe she was in shock, who knew. She blinked at him feeling a little out of it as he talk to her, stumbling over his words and looking a little awkward as he tried to explain his motives or lack of motives behind the burgers.

Finally she blew out a short breath and tossed him her helmet, which he quickly caught. Combing her fingers through her hair, she pinched the bridge of her nose a moment and then rolled her shoulders. She was on the ground, she was alright and all in one piece. But on your big girl panties, she told herself.

“I’m sorry…give me a second. I think you scrambled my brains up there.”

He chuckled and grinned sheepishly, which only served to remind her how sexy he truly was. How was she supposed to concentrate on work when he was always flashing grins and looking at her with those eyes. Inwardly groaning, she sighed.

“Burgers sounds wonderful, although that still doesn’t excuse you for that flight. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes and it was excruciatingly boring.” She laughed at her own joke and shook her head, “God, you’re a crazy man up there. I rarely drink, but I think next time I might need one before we go anywhere.”

 

[Ikely]

The rest of the work week seemed to drag along.

It was as though Friday would never get there.

Jake realized he was really looking forward to Sara coming over…for work, of course.

He had spent the rest of the work week studying the files on the final 3 candidates for MEM, or Mars Excursion Module. The lander would take the team to the surface of the planet.

One candidate was an Air Force Major. He had some flight experience flying shuttles to the lunar surface. He had flown the Ares 7 lander on the moon and had an exemplary record.

The second was a Marine aviator who was an excellent pilot but had limited flight experience.

The last candidate was the far superior candidate. He was a Naval Aviator. He had graduated second in his test pilot training class. He had multiple space flights in various space craft. He had logged more time flying the Ares 7 than any other astronaut in the space program. He held the record for the longest Ares 7 flight, when on a test flight, escorted by a shuttle; he flew an Ares 7 almost 500 nautical miles beyond the moon. He had shown that the Ares was capable of far more flight time than what the regulations said it could.

It should be a no brainer. Lt.Commander Jordan Rhodes was the best candidate, as far as flight experience went.

But he had one major drawback which caused Jake to hesitate in selecting him for the mission.

He did not drink to excess or use drugs. He did not have any arrests or serious financial issues.

No, his one flaw was that he hated Jake Barrett. He hated his guts. This was ok with Jake because he hated Jordan just as much.

They had been rivals since Navy flight school. They had been getting under each other’s skin for years. They had even fought in a bar in Hawaii during a shore leave a few years ago. Their friends had broke it up and it never reached their flight commander, so no one got in trouble, but their hatred for each other was always keeping a physical confrontation just below the surface.

If this was any other mission, there would be no way Jake would select that fucking shitbag for anything other than handling the overboard toilet waste dump.

But this was one of those times when selecting the best crew was a matter of life and death.

As much as he hated the fact, Jordan Rhodes the best lander pilot in the program.

Jake checked his watch. HOLY SHIT! He was late. He gathered his things and ran to his car.
When he arrived at his home, his ex-wife was waiting with Isabelle in his drive way.
The little girl ran and jumped in his arms.

He apologized to the ex-wife, who said she understood. She told him she would pick Izzy up in 2 days.
He walked in to the house, the 10 year old leading the way.

He had only 20 minutes before Sara would be coming over. He got the food out of the refrigerator and went out back to fire up the grill which was next to the swimming pool.

“Can we go swimming, daddy?” She was looking up at him, her blonde hair falling over her brow.
“Its still too cold I think.”

The little girl pouted, and then hugged him.

Jake went in the bedroom and changed into blue jeans and a Florida State t-shirt. He cleaned his Oakley sunglasses and went out the grill.

The door bell rang and Izzy ran to see who it was. Checking his watch, Jake saw that if it was Sara she was exactly on time.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sarah spent the better part of her week lost in her own thoughts and research. She had seen Jake in passing, sharing a wave and a smile. She was still rather surprised that he had invited her to dinner, even if it was just for business. She was both happy and nervous, seeing as though she could meeting his famous little daughter and wasn’t quite sure how to act around children.

With errands all finished up, she had dressed in a casual pair of jeans, which were complimented by a pair of black ankle boots and a simple, but stylish black baby doll top. The silky material hugged her breasts and then flowed out from under, swaying gently around her hips. It showed a hint of cleavage, but not too much and had quarter sleeves. She had never been one for fashion, but wanted to at least look presentable.

With her hair hanging loose and thick around her shoulders, she had applied her usual amount of makeup - understated, but complimentary. With his impeccable directions, she arrived on time and knocked on his front door with the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach.

Little feet could be heard scampering across the floor, a small body hoping on the other side of the glass that flanked the wooden entrance. “Who is it, Daddy?”

The little girls sweet voice made Sarah smile and just then the door opened wide, giving her a full view of Jake. She swallowed a girly sigh and felt her pulse take off again. “Hi.” She said simple and flickered her gaze down to the eager little girl that hugged his side. “And hello. You must be Izzy. Your Daddy has told me a lot about you.”

Tossing her hair back with a casual flick of her fingers, she grinned at Jake. “She looks so much like you. You must be proud.”

 

[Ikely]

“Isabelle, this is Dr.Crawford, she works with me.” Jake made the introductions and smiled at Sara.

She looked amazing.

Jake showed Sara in to the house. “I only have beer, Mt.Dew and bottled water to drink. I tried to make some tea but that mission was a disaster.” Jake offered.

He got Sara’s drink and they went out to the deck where the grill was going, next to the pool.

Isabelle soon warmed up to the new person in the house and began showing Sara her drawings from her class.

The food was soon done, and they ate.

“Ok, I don’t know about you, but I have all my selections but one, and that is the hardest one. The best person for the job is a complete asshole and I can’t stand being around the man. But again, the guy is the best. My concern is for the mental well being of the crew…specifically me.” Jake said between bites.

The topic turned to training the science crew and Sara was definitely aware of that situation and she had really good ideas. Jake now was pretty satisfied he had selected her as the second in command.

They discussed his major problem some more and he decided he would notify Jordan Rhodes tomorrow that he was selected as the lander pilot for the mission.
This would be the hardest assignment of the mission, he thought. The asshole would be insufferable. But it had to be done, so the mission could be completed.

Jake then asked about the science experiments for the trip out. Again, Sara proved why she was the best selection. She had decided on some very practical experiments that would be very useful.

Jake then turned the topic to her selections for the science team.

Sara had selected the top scientists in their respective fields. It seemed to Jake that Sara was making the preparations for the first manned mission to attempt a landing on Mars very easy. She was quickly becoming his most trusted advisor.

Izzy began pleading to get into the pool, and Jake, realizing that the little girl had him wrapped around her little finger, gave in.

“Ok, but not too long.”

Izzy, knowing she would get her way had already put on her swim suit and ran and did a cannonball into the water.

Jake just smiled as he watched her frolic in the pool. Then he looked at Sara and said, “Leaving her behind is going to be the hardest thing. I must be a horrible father because of my sick dedication to flying this mission.”

He watched the child swimming and laughing.

Later, he got Izzy out of the pool and dried her off.

The talk turned again to the mission.

“We are going to be tight on training time now. We have to get everyone spun up on their quals, but we have to make it happen. I am totally reliant on you to get the science crew ready.” He looked at Sara.

Her green eyes held him enraptured.

Eventually, the time came when Sara had to leave.
Izzy ran up and hugged her.

Jake wanted to hug her also. He also wanted to kiss those delicate lips.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

After such a good dinner with wonderful company, Sarah was almost reluctant to leave. She was happy that Izzy had taken a liking to her and shared her pretty pictures before running off to swim. It did funny things to her heart as she watched Jake light up with pride and warmth around his daughter.

When down to business, she was impressed once again by his level of professionalism and while she could tell that he wasn't thrilled by any means with the 'right' choice for the job, he finally relented. “I promise, I'll try to mediate if things get heated.” She had teased when his sexy smile had turned into scowl. It seemed as though he and Jordan had quite the history and she wasn't sure she truly wanted to know to the extent of it all.

Walking to the door, Sarah smiled and hugged little Izzy back as the girl gave her an open and warm hug before scampering off. Standing there, she smiled at Jake. “Thanks for dinner, it was wonderful and I'm really glad that we got everything squared away. If Jordan gives you problems, just come to me. I got your back.”

She grinned and chuckled as he looked somewhat relieved. “Well...um...good night. See you back at work.” For a moment they stood awkwardly shifting from one foot to another when Sarah suddenly burst into nervous giggles. “What are we, kids? Sheesh!” Then reaching out, she boldly grabbed him into a hug. Her body pressed close, her arms giving him a warm squeeze before stepped away, even as her body screamed to stop and get back in there. “Take care Jake.”

Turning on her heels, she left with a small swish of her hips.

 

[Ikely]

Her hug was the highlight of the night.

That night, he dreamed of her, naked and in the bed.

The alarm clock sounded.

He got Izzy ready for school and then got himself ready for work. After dropping the kid off at school, he drove to the Johnson Space Center.

He went straight to Troy’s office.

“I’m going to pick Rhodes for the lander pilot.”
“Ouch, that had to hurt.” Trojan said.
“Well, even though he is a total tool, he is the best. I want to tell him here with you and Sara present. I want it crystal clear to him that Sara and I are the commanders and he is just a pilot. He has no command authority at all.”
“Ok, we can do that.”

Colonel Ross called down and told Rhodes to be in his office in an hour.

Jake went straight down to the science lab and found Sara.

She looked beautiful, even though she was dressed for work. She would look good anytime, he thought.

“Dr. Crawford, may I have a word with you a moment.” He asked.

“Sara, I want to thank you for coming over yesterday. It was a real good time.”
He like the way she smiled.

“In an hour I need you in Colonel Ross’ office. Rhodes will be there. We are going to tell him he has been selected. That will be the easy part. When we tell him he has no command authority at all, he is going to show his ass. I want us to show a united front, so I need you there.”

Sara was very eager to be there and that made Jake feel good. He wasn’t sure how she would respond to the getting in the middle of what would most likely end up in a macho, type A guys, dick measuring contest. But Jake felt good she would be there and have his back covered.

The hour passed and Jake went to the office and took a seat in front of Trojan’s large desk. Shortly,

Sara arrived.

“Ok, I don’t want you trying to tweak Rhodes, do you understand?” Ross told Jake.
“I will show him the exact same respect he shows me. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Jake already felt his attitude crashing.

When the secretary buzzed and said Rhodes was there, Jake felt sick to his stomach. He was still having trouble dealing with the fact he was going to offer the most historic space flight mission to this asshole.

The door opened and Lieutenant Commander Jordan Rhodes came in the office.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sarah was more than happy to be there with Jake and to show a united front. She was eager to get things going, but wished they had a few more moments alone. “Hey, before we go. I have one additional person to the team I need to bring along. That is, if you can clear it. She has worked with me for many years and studied under me. Her name is Cynthia Stephens, but we all call her Cyn and is one of the sharpest people I know. I trust her with everything and I truly think she would be valuable. After dinner the other night, it hit me and I wanted to run it by you.”

He didn't seem put off by it, nodding as he rubbed the back of his neck. She could tell that the mounting pressure of Rhode's is impending arrival was weighing heavy. “Hey, don't sweat it, okay? Just try and ignore him and if all else fails, I'll put myself in the middle of it and play mediator.” She smiled softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Now sitting in Ross's office, she was resisting the urge to reach over and hold his hand or slide it over his forearm. The waves of tension that radiated off of him were unbelievable and they were making her a little edgy as well. Her own stomach began to roll as they waited on Rhodes and when he finally stepped in, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

He didn't look like a total jackass, but his mannerism did scream cocky confidence. He stood as tall as Jake, his fit body filling out his uniform a little too well, but as she took in his pretty boy good looks Sarah was still unimpressed. He wasn't Jake and even as he flashed her a charming smile, she felt nothing where most women might have swooned. She smiled back out of politeness and Ross began introductions.

“Rhode's, it's clear to us all that you are familiar with Lieutenant Commander Jake. Next to him is Dr. Crawford. She and Jake are heading this project. Dr. Crawford is one of our top scientists.”

“A pleasure, Dr. Crawford.” Rhode's said, leaning her way and extending a tan hand. She took it and shook it firmly, then slid back, clasping her hands before her. Jake hadn't said a word yet, his eyes seemed to be glued to his 'nemesis' and a scowl marred his forehead.

“Good to meet you, sir.” She said simply.

 

[Ikely]

Jordan Rhodes Appearance: http://modelmayhm-8.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/110101/16/4d1fc8ce13d05.jpg


Rhodes came in the room. Jake and Jordan immediately locked eyes.

The introductions were made between him and Sara.

Then Colonel Ross spoke.

“Flash, you are here because me and Jabba have decided that we want to offer you the position of lander pilot on the next Mars mission.”

Rhodes and Jake continued the stare down, until Rhodes broke the stare and turned to Ross.

“It's about fuckin time you people selected me. Thankfully, I went ahead and got my affairs in order already so I am ready to start training.”

Jake said loudly, “Easy, spankey, he said we want to offer it to you, not that you have it yet.”
“Jake, you and I both know you can’t offer it to anyone else…there is no one else.”
“As it turns out, fuckface, there are at least a dozen candidates that easily could fill this position. It turns out some dipshit thought of you.”

Rhodes glared at Jake.

“Ok…both of you cool your jets. Flash, for you to get the position you have to acknowledge that Jabba is the mission commander and Dr. Crawford is the XO.”

Rhodes laughed, “You gave Jabba command? That’s rich.”
“Yeah, it might be, but it is a fact. I have command, and you are just a pilot. Take it or leave it...” Jake said.

Rhodes now seemed to actually think about that prospect.

Since flight school, he had been in competition with Jake Barrett. They actually relished in taking the other down a notch. If he agreed, he would be the man known as the pilot who landed on Mars. But he would have Jake riding his ass the entire time. For a minute, he considered telling Jake to shove it up his ass…which is what he wanted, Rhodes thought.

“Colonel Ross, I understand Dr. Crawford is a scientist and you have to placate the science section, but maybe I could take over the XO position and she could assume the lead science position…no offense Doc.”

“Fuck you, needle dick, you haven’t ever been prepared for a command position. The best you could hope for is command of a file cabinet in an office at Miramar. Crawford has forgotten more about leadership then you will ever know.”

Kiss my ass, Jabba. You are just still pissed about 2070.”

“OK…BOTH OF YOU, KNOCK IT OFF!!” Ross was getting pissed.
“Rhodes, the command is in place, either you are able to work under it or you are not. I need an answer now! I don’t have any more time.”

Rhodes sat back and stared at Jake.

“Come on, sweetheart…make a command decision.” Jake said softly
“Jake, so help me God….” Ross glared at Jake
“You know what, Fuck you and fuck you,” Rhodes pointed at Jake and Sara
“I will take the mission. And, I will show both of you up. “
“Rhodes, don’t you try and fuck this mission up just to boost your ego.” Ross growled
“No, sir, I would not dream of it. This will be the most historic space flight ever. And when it is done, no one will know or even care who the fuck Lieutenant Commander Jake Barker…or whatever your name is, is. But they will know who landed on the surface of Mars.”

Jake was at first happy when he left the room.

Then he felt his stress level climb. Over a year, cramped first in the Dauntless then on the surface in a habitat, that would surely test his patience.

Looking at Sara, he said, “That was Jordan Rhodes. He takes a lot of a person. Let’s go get lunch.”

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sarah was rather taken back by the passionate hatred between the two men and even more so when Rhode's lashed out at her like an angry little school boy. Unlike Jake who had dealt with so much of his bullshit that it never failed to piss him off, she let it slide and as the meeting ended, joined him out of the office for lunch.

“You could say that again. I don't think I've ever had this sort of experience before.” She laughed without humorlessly and frowned a little. “Maybe I was too quick to judge. His character could really get in the way. I know he's the best, but now I'm beginning to worry that maybe his self righteous cocky attitude might get us in a heap of trouble. I hope not. At least he seemed to anticipate this move and has his things in order.”

Steering through the hallways, they settled for the cafeteria where Sarah helped herself to a large coffee, something she desperately needed after all that shouting and carrying on. She then settled for a couple of slices of pizza and made a mental note to start eating better after they mission was over. But for now, she figured if death was a big possibility, why not live it up!?

Just then as she was about to sit, a small hand grasped her shoulder, making her turn. “Dr. Crawford!”

Beaming, Sarah grinned. “Cyn!! Oh I'm so glad you could make it! I can't believe they let you in here!” Her eyes scanned the petite blond, envious of her tiny trim body. She made Sarah feel as though she needed to loose some serious poundage to compete, but Cyn had always teased that she would kill for a pair of boobs that as nice as Sarah's.”
“Well...” Cyn grinned back, “It took some serious talking, but finally I talked to a man named Ross? Ummm...I think that was it and he cleared it. Told him I was your personal assistant in all matters scientific and that you had given me a call and voila! Here I am!”

“Wonderful! And you missed all the fun!! I just got chewed out by a grade A asshole with a bug up his ass. Take my word, he might look pretty, but the boy is pure evil.” Giggling, she turned to Jake and introduced the two. “This is Jake. He is commanding the mission and the one that chose me. Jake, this is the woman I was telling you about, Cynthia.”

 

[Ikely]

Jake met Cynthia and found her a pleasure to be around.

The rest of the week went by quickly.

Jake increased the training pace. Everyone was all for it except for Rhodes. He didn’t need training, he said.

Jake just told him to shut the hole under his nose and get it done.

He only saw Sara during the weekly crew meetings. He hated that. He had grown so fond of her being around and Izzy was constantly wanting for her to come over again.
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20 July, 2076
T-Minus 25 Days, 3 Hours, 14 Minutes, 34 Seconds

The months of training went by.

As the launch date approached, his stress level went up.

With 3 weeks left before they launched for the Moon, Jake caught up with Sara.

“Dr. Crawford. I have been asked to invite you to the beach. Izzy and I are going down to Galveston this weekend. I know you have been busting your ass and could use a break.”

Say yes…come on Say yes, he thought. It was going to be the last outing he had with his daughter and this is what she wanted. But Jake sure would like to see Sara in a bikini, considering they were about to spend almost the next 3 years in jumpsuits and environmental suits.

They could spend the day swimming then he would take them out for a really good dinner.

He would bring up the dinner if she agreed.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sarah was surprised by Jake's invitation. She had missed their lunches and casual time together as they rushed around to get everything in order. Rhode's was a handful, but thankfully Cynthia had fallen back into her routine with Sarah and the two worked wonderfully together. She had noticed Cynthia's gaze stray towards Rhode's on many occasions and had been warned about what an ass the man was. Still, she had to admit that he was nice eye candy. But Jakes was the one that made her pulse quicken and stomach do funny little flip flops every time she saw him.

“Really? Well...um...” She flushed and became a little flustered. “That would be great. I honestly don't think I've been on vacation since I got out of college.”

Grinning, she thought of all the fun possibilities. “I'll pack light.” She promised him, “But seriously, are you sure? I won't be intruding on your time with Izzy?” She asked him, concerned about taking away the last moments he might have with his daughter. She honestly wasn't sure what she would be up to if left alone until their flight. More than likely with her nose buried in a book and a good bottle of wine to relax her mounting nerves. As time got closer, the reality of the situation became more and more so.

 

[Ikely]

The day of the trip arrived.

Jake made a bag with towels and sunscreen. Next, he made some sandwiches and grabbed some soft drinks and bottled waters and put it all in a cooler.

He had arranged to meet Sara near her home.

They pulled into a parking lot and when she saw Sara, she practically jumped out of the car and ran up to her.

“You two, come on…we have some beach time waiting on us!” Jake barked

They drove the distance to Galveston and hit the beach.

Izzy was really eager to get in the water and it took everything he had to get her to stand in place while he applied the sunscreen.

“Izzy, remember what I told you. Stay where I can see you.” He pointed out a multicolored awning on one side and a lifeguard stand on the other, “Stay between them, don’t you go past them.”

With that, she took off at high speed for the waves.

Jake peeled off his t-shirt and stood in his red board shorts. Then he looked at Sara.
He thought his mouth just dropped.

She was not the stereotypical professor or university type. There was nothing nerdy about her.

She was dynamite to look at.

He straightened his Oakley sunglasses, thankful for the mirrored lenses.

“Sara, turn around so I can put some sunscreen on you.”

When she turned around, he was thankful for his ability to multitask. He was smearing lotion onto her shoulders, watching his kid play, and admiring the tight, curve of Sara’s ass in the bikini.

His hands slid up the back of her neck, then down to her shoulders. He followed her spine down the small of her back. His fingers trace the very edge of the waist band of the bikini bottom. Next he rubbed the bicep of her right arm, past the elbow, to the tops of her hand, his fingers slid between her fingers for an instant, and then he did the same to the left arm. He felt her ass graze his crotch.

“There you go. Now, can you hook me up?”

He turned around.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sarah was lost in the sensation of Jake's hands on her body. She had opted for a simple bikini to soak up as many rays as possible. This would be the last time in a long while before she would enjoy the warmth of her skin. So the red little number, thought simple, didn't leave too much to the imagination. Jake's hands in turn sent delicious little shivers of delight through her body. She craved more as he slicked the lotion over her arms and slid his fingers between hers in a small act of intimacy.

Smiling, she turned as he asked for his own hook up. Glancing to keep an eye out on Izzy, she squirted the lotion in her hand and rubbed them together, then began slipping them over his neck and broad shoulders. She had dreamed of touching him, feel the hard play of muscles under her hands and wasn't disappointed as she rubbed the sun screen lower. Her hands gently massaged the lightly scented lotion into his skin until she reached his shorts.

Mimicking his efforts, she squirted more into her hands and then slide them over his arms, rubbing his elbows and leaning into his body slightly, her breasts brushing up against his back as she leaned to reach his hands. “There...harmful rays are no match for SPF 30.” She teased lightly and grinned as she plopped her bottom down onto a long wide beach towel.

“I wish I had her energy.” She pointed to Izzy and then waved at the little girl. Giggling, she lay back, slipping on her own shades and propping an arm under her head for support. “Oh yeah...this is soooo good.” She sighed softly and smiled, turning her face slightly to face him.

 

[Ikely]

The day turned out to be one of the best Jake had ever experienced. He was able to play with the kid in the surf for last time in a long while.

He also was able to check Sarah out. She was stunning in the bikini. For an instant, Jake forgot that this dazzling woman was his second in command.

They had a really good day. Then it came to an end.

Everyone was getting tired and the little girl slept the entire way back to Houston.

Jake watched the girl in the rearview mirror then he looked at Sarah, “She really likes you.”

He talked to Sarah about the plans for the remaining days on Earth. There would be no more trips, only time spent with the child.

They discussed the coming week of training.

The training was going to increase in difficulty. Jake felt like they would have some crew morale problems and a lot screaming and yelling at each other. Everyone was getting on edge as the launch date got closer. There had been a couple of spats break out between the science section and the military section. Jake and Sarah had squashed them quickly but they both knew it was only going to get worse. The entire crew was ready to launch and get the waiting over with.

When they drove into the parking lot where Sarah had left her car Jake felt a letdown.

They had had a really good day and he didn’t want it to end but the situation just was not going let that happen. The training schedule was not going to allow for good times.
Jake pulled alongside of her car and said, “Sarah, thanks for coming along. We had a real good time. I will see you tomorrow.” He felt like he should kiss her. She was beautiful and very kissable but she was also the executive officer…the second in command.

Izzy then blurted out, “Sarah why don’t you come over and spend the night! We can watch movie discs and make cupcakes!”

Jake smiled at Sarah. It would be fun but just could not happen.

“Izzy, we have to work tomorrow so we can’t stay up late. Sorry kiddo.” Jake announced.

“See ya tomorrow.” He said as Sarah got out of the car.

Jake watched her get in her car and then drive away.

Jake was not sure he would be able to get the image of Sarah out of his mind tonight.

 

[sthrn_vixen]

Sarah was sadened to see the day end. She had truly enjoyed every moment and found herself bonding with Izzy who was so sweet that she had been truly tempted to stay and break the rules. Cupcakes and a movie sounded like tons of fun, but as Jake had pointed out, it wasn't possible.

Back at her place, she suddenly felt lonely all over again. With a heavy sigh, Sarah spent a long while soaking in her tub, thinking about the days events and Jake who was quickly and easily finding a special spot in her heart. She was spending more and more time thinking about him and not the task at hand. He was a distraction and every time she caught sight of him, she found herself smiling, unable to stop herself.

With a loud sigh, she finally got herself together and made herself a small dinner, messed around with a crossword puzzle trying to distract herself. Sleep couldn't come quick enough and in the end Sarah slept fitfully and woke up cranky. She dressed slowly, pulling her long beautiful hair up in a tight bun and slipping on her glasses. All her things were already packed and ready for storage until her return...she hoped. Grabbing her pack, she slung it over her shoulder and left, wondering if Izzy and Jake had enjoying their evening and what today would bring.

 

[Ikely]

7 August, 2076
T-Minus 7 days, 6 hours, 27 minutes, 45 seconds.

In training, the crew had been killed in every way possible. But that was good. They had been through every conceivable emergency situation. The crew was really coming together; even Flash had toned down his attitude.

Jake was spending his remaining time with his daughter. They would be going into quarantine the next day and there would be no more contact with anyone except the suited specialists who would be preparing the shuttle for lift off to the Dauntless.

In the last hours, he and his daughter had watched her favorite movies and ate pizza.

Just prior to her leaving, Jake had laid down beside her in the back yard looking at the stars.
“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” The little girls said.
“I know, but this is daddy’s job so I have to go.”
“I know…when you get back can we go to the beach again with Sara?”

Jake laughed.
“Sure we can!”

When the time came for him to go, he hugged her and said, “I will be back in a little while, kiddo. I love you sweetheart.”

Jake then walked into the suite to be decontaminated. He felt like crying, but couldn’t. She would be alright, he thought to himself.

The final 3 days of training would begin tomorrow, and then they would have a final meeting to go over the mission objectives. Then it would be load up the shuttle and launch.

Jake was now once again, focused entirely on the mission.