Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2011 21:58:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Arnold Bell <arnold.bell@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Space Prison 2

"All batteries, shoot down that ship.  I don't care if it's ours, shoot it
down dammit!  Seal the control room, now.  I'm on my way up to you."

Haigen frantically clawed through the debris in the hallway but found
himself at a dead end of rubble.  He could not be sure of how much of his
transmission got through but the microphones were overwhelmed with damage
reports and chatter.

He could hear the computer system alerting that the life support systems on
the base were stable and the holding areas were functioning.  His good eye
went wide as he heard one of his officers state the hangar doors were
destroyed.

"They only shot up the hangar and the living quarters.  We need to find a
way to the control room."  Haigen demanded as the men looked up and down
the dark hallway for any means of escape.

He tried several times to contact anyone through his helmet, but only
Kidran could hear him, the systems that routed his communications to his
team were either jammed or damaged.  He went to a hard-wired control panel
on the wall and received only static.

"They're on their own unless we find a way through.  Start thinking."
Haigen demanded and stormed down the hall.

**************************************

Outside the shattered hangar doors, Vaelis climbed out of the hatch of his
carefully modified strike bomber.  He was much the same in appearance to
Haigen and equally well built and attractive.  He wore the same uniform
pants, but had on the black shirt of an enlisted man over his rippling
chest.  He kept his typical black mask but did not cover his flamboyantly
spiked blonde hair.  On his right hand, he had a silver metal claw that
wrapped around his knuckles and went up his forearm in a series of flexible
rings.  He looked around the wrecked hangar and laughed into the air.

Behind Vaelis, four more men jumped out of the craft.  The first was a
stocky and muscular man with \tanned skin and slanted eyes.  He wore an
impossibly small, light blue pair of skin tight shorts with two flaps of
ragged leather armor on either side.  Around his head was a light blue
piece of cloth with leather medallions sewn into it.  His only other
clothing was a piece of sinew around each bicep with a few feathers hanging
from each.  Icicles hung from his hands and they were covered in frost.  He
stomped past Vaelis toward the door, but was held by the taller man's hand.

Behind the icy man in the blue, was a very rugged looking man in black
military fatigues and boots.  His bare chest and arms were tattooed and he
had a bandolier of grenades across one side.  He had a thick patch of hair
on his chin and a long shock of dark hair down to his shoulders.  He had a
dusting of dark hair on his chest and forearms but far less than the
captured general.  He had a sidearm on his hip and a heavy backpack slung
over his back with a long weapon hanging out of it.  He jumped from the
hatch of the craft with a grunt and looked around his surroundings with his
wild eyes.

The last man to exit the craft was thin but beautifully well defined.  He
wore skintight black pants covered in silver streaks from his waist to his
feet.  His face was covered with a hood, showing only his beautiful and
seductive eyes.  He wore fingerless gloves on his hands but his wiry toned
arms and chest were completely bare.  He had two small knives in his belt
but made no sound as he exited the ship.

As Vaelis considered the battered Hangar doors, another volley landed on
the prison, piercing the thin life support shield and smashing his crafts
aft end and knocking his party to the floor.  As he tried to stand up,
another projectile crushed the hangar doors and exposed the interior
receiving area.  Vaelis turned to the man in the black fatigues and pointed
his clawed fist into his chest.

"This is why your idiot race loses wars Bargos!  You shoot at your own
people!"  He hissed.

"It's not like this is an easy target Vaelis."  Bargos bellowed, attracting
the attention of the few men inside the hangar.

"You are an idiot.  Samaga, get ready to do your thing."  Vaelis hissed to
the thinner man, he nodded and his skin and clothes suddenly changed to
match the surroundings and he disappeared.

"Jonla, stay close."  Vaelis ordered the man in blue as he stood up and
walked toward the door.  Bargos readied his long gun, placing a projectile
in the end of it and bracing it over his shoulder.

From inside the hangar, a number of the black prison guards could be seen
lying still on the floor, killed or incapacitated from the blast.  Vaelis
approached cautiously, peering deep into the large chasm.  Two guards
sprung up on either side of the door and launched their lightning from
their hands.

The bolts struck Vaelis with little effect and he sprinted toward them.
The fearful and disoriented guards repeated their futile attack against him
and the electric energy simply dissipated into him.  As the two guards
readied for a hands on fight, Samaga materialized out of nowhere behind one
of the men with his two arms crossed around his neck.  He pulled as tight
as he could, and watched as theguard's muscles clenched and sparks played
over his fingers and then flickered out as he lost consciousness and sunk
to the floor in a heap.

Vaelis swiped at the other guard with his empty hand but missed.  The guard
charged him and tackled him by the waist.  Both men fell backward and hit
the ground with a short blast of electrical energy.  The guard straddled
Vaelis and sat up; he pulled both hands back to pound the traitor to the
ground, oblivious to the attacker approaching.

Jonla grabbed him from the behind on either side of his face and the man
shrieked as ice surrounded his face.  He tried to force it off but Vaelis
held his arms down until the ice muffled his screams.  He stood up and
staggered about, frantically suffocating until he fell to the ground.  The
ice block shattered and he lie there, face down and unconscious.

"I guess I didn't need this then."  Bargos walked up and patted on his
weapon.  As he did so, two more guards dashed into the room and raised
their hands to attack.  Bargos snapped a shot off and a silvery net pinned
the two men to the wall.  They tried to fight back with their powerful
electrical attack but it merely sparkled away into the net.

"Excellent, the first wave of defenders is gone.  Tie them up."  Vaelis
advanced on the men in the net as the rest tied up the two unconscious
guards around the wrists and ankles.  They roped the bodies skillfully,
including through their mouths and left them completely unable to escape.

"How I miss my own kind."  Vaelis sneered as he reached through the webbing
and stroked one of the guards spandex covered biceps.

"Why would you turn on us?"  The guard asked, his voice quivering in fear."

He slid his hand over to the other guard and leaned in as though he was
going to kiss him and rubbed his long thick dick through his pants.

"Don't touch me traitor!"  The more senior guard's voice was angry.

"Within the hour, you both are going to be DYING for me touch you.  Tie
them up as well."  Vaelis turned to his men.

Bargos came forward and dropped his bag to the floor.  He reached inside
and came out with a rubbery triangle.  He pushed it onto one of the guard's
faces.  The man twitched for a moment to break free but his head quickly
slumped forward.  The other guard spit at him in defiance before the mask
was placed on him, and he drifted into unconsciousness.

"Oh how I love and hate knowing the weaknesses of my own race."  Vaelis
motioned to the men and Samaga cut them down with one of his small daggers.
The smooth, strong bodies tumbled forward, their helmets making a clunk on
the floor and their tight, spandex covered asses sticking in the air.

The four intruders picked them up and dragged them by the others, tying
them the same way, and leaving them lying next to each other.

"Give them some breathing room."  Vaelis ordered and his men cut and tore
the crotches of their helpless prisoners pants open and pulled their long
beautiful cocks out and let them lay limp.

The rest of the guards lying on the floor, were dragged into a storage room
and thrown in on top of each other.  Some mumbled and moaned as they
regained consciousness, but they were too late to save themselves.  Jonla
closed the door and laid his hands against it.  He squinted his eyes and
grunted as a wave of thick ice formed over the whole door and the control
panel, rendering escape impossible.  "Why are we leaving them with their
helmets?  They can still hear what's going on."  Jonla protested.

"That is precisely why we are leaving them with them my friend."  Vaelis
stepped over some debris and to the exit into the prison.  Bargos chuckled
and hefted his heavy back before following the rest out of the room.

Vaelis walked down the wide corridor, which was strewn with debris from the
ceiling.  He saw the lights flickering and knew the central power supply
was badly damaged.  He could hear voices from deep down the corridor and
listened intently.  Bargos readied his weapon but Vaelis pushed the barrel
down with one hand and motioned with his other to be quiet.

He went to a hatch and entered a code in the panel by the door and it slid
open.  The four men rushed inside and let the door close behind.  They were
standing in a largely empty equipment closet with a narrow ladder along one
wall.  Vaelis started to climb it and the other four followed, Bargos
grunting with exertion as he tried to squeeze his small pack through the
hole in the ceiling as he climbed.  He enjoyed the look of Jonla's sculpted
ass as he climbed to the next floor.

"This is where it gets intense.  The rest was just practice."

"We've got it; they won't have enough men to stop us."  Bargos snarled as
he checked his weapon, his thick muscles rippling as he worked.

"I'll go out first, and get anyone's attention that's out there.  Then you
Jonla, they will probably have restraining batons out with this level of
alert, you need to freeze them or we'll all be wishing we were never born."
Vaelis gnawed his lip as he made his plan.

"Why not send Samaga out first?"  Bargos asked.

"Because we don't want to risk our little trickster being hurt.  And he
only has so much he can give before he needs to rest."  Vaelis reached over
to the masked man and rubbed his rock hard ass with his hand.

"I didn't know that Ilestrian's were so limited."  Bargos muttered.

"Do not underestimate us primitive, we are strong beyond our numbers."
Samaga's voice was like velvet.

"I could listen to that voice all day."  Vaelis joked.

Vaelis opened the hatch and jumped out into the hall.  He was approximately
ten yards from the control room doors.  The hall was poorly lit but
undamaged.  He saw the glowing white batons in the hands of the two guards
at the control room door.  A moment after he saw them, they shouted in
surprise and charged at him.  He cringed at the idea of being struck by one
of the fearsome instruments and jumped backwards.

"We have the traitor!"  One of the guards shouted so the others could hear.
He swiped at Vaelis with his weapon but did not strike home.  Jonla lept
out of the door to the side of the other guard and grabbed his wrist with
both hands.  The man turned to strike him, but stopped in horror as the
thick ice covered his hand and the baton he was holding.  He wasted no time
and flung his knee into Jonla's exposed crotch and crushed his package with
the attack.  Jonla crumpled to the ground in agony.  The guard moved in for
the finishing attack but Samaga materialized inches from his face.

"What the....?"  The guard exclaimed as Samaga grabbed his arm and swung
him toward the wall.  He plunged one of his short daggers into the man's
shoulder making him scream.

"That's quite enough."  Samaga ordered the injured guard.  The man gasped
through the pain and nodded his head in surrender, cold water dripping from
his ice covered hands and down his spandex sleeve.

Bargos drew his sidearm and fired a single shot toward the guard attacking
Vaelis.  He shot the glowing baton from his hand and the man stopped for a
moment to look at his new attacker.  His jaw dropped and he put his hands
up in surrender.

"Good thinking, now get on your knees.  You too cutie." Vaelis ordered the
guards.  The two men did as they were told.  Samaga pulled his short dagger
out of his opponent and cleaned it on the man's torn shirt.  Bargos placed
his mask over their faces and they sunk to the floor.

"Very good.  Now, blow the door.  Once we get inside, we'll take out the
guards, and set the device up.  You know what it is going to do to me, so
Jonla is going to handle that while you two get the armory open.
Understood?"  Vaelis looked for nods of understanding.

Bargos dropped his pack on the ground and pulled out a large silvery disk.
He placed the disk on the nearest of the two sliding doors and backed down
the hall.  The four men hunkered down near one of the walls and Bargos
pulled a small black box out of his bag and pressed a button on it.

With a deafening explosion the disk erupted and blew a jagged hole in the
door.  The men rushed forward and Bargos pulled a grenade from his
bandolier and twisted the top of it, making a faint red light start to
blink.  He tossed the grenade into the open hole and snickered when he
heard panicked men's voices inside.  With a pop and a flash, the grenade
filled the room with a blinding light and then thick red smoke.  When the
smoke was pouring out of the small opening, Vaelis dashed over and climbed
through it with Bargos close behind.

Inside, Vaelis saw one of the guards at his post but the watch commander
and the other guard were missing.  He stepped into the smoke and saw them
opening one of the armory doors.  He shouted to them and fired a blast of
lightning from both hands.  It smashed into the cabinet and knocked over
the stand of long rifles inside.

The watch commander immediately charged at Vaelis at full speed, lighting
spraying from his hands at him in frustration.  Vaelis crouched back and
dodged to the side as the man was about to collide.  He reached between the
officers tight legs and scooped up his thick package with his clawed hand.
The man stopped suddenly as the claw closed with unimaginable strength and
crushed his genitals.

"There there, just relax or I'll have to twist them off my friend."  Vaelis
steadied his captive by wrapping his free arm around his side and grabbing
him by his back muscle.  The junior officer let his powerful arms go limp
and slowly dropped to the floor with only gasps of pain coming from his
mouth.

The guard at the control panel started to broadcast their compromised
position through the intercom system.  Jonla attempted to grab him from
behind, but the guard quickly electrified his console and chair and the
sudden shock blew the frostmaker backward onto his back with a scream of
pain.  The guard got up and put a few paces between him and Jonla and
shocked him again as he attempted to rise.

Bargos fired a few shots from his pistol at the guard still at the open
armory cabinet.  The man grabbed a long gun from the pile that had tumbled
to the floor and attempted to ready it.  Vaelis saw him preparing the
weapon and pointing it at him.  He dropped the officer he was holding to
the floor and dove behind the watch commander's chair.  His victim rolled
on his side and held his crushed manhood in his hands and lay there
helpless.

Samaga entered the room and retreated as a metal bolt hissed at him from
the guard's gun.  Bargos fired another volley of shots at the guard who
ducked to avoid them.  Vaelis charged at him as he recovered and shoved the
long gun toward the ceiling and thrust him backward until his was chest to
chest.  Bargos wasted no time as he rushed forward to the struggling men
and pushed his pistol to the side of the guard's head.

The man stopped fighting and let Vaelis have the gun.  Bargos led him
toward the control panel.  Jonla had dove under the panel as the guard he
was fighting continued to blast concentrated bolts of electricity at him.
Bargos approached him with his hostage at gunpoint.

"Come here."  Bargos ordered as he stopped in front of the control panel.
The man lowered his hands and reluctantly obeyed, his expressionless face
hiding his rage and fear.

"Come on, you too."  Vaelis pulled the watch commander to his feet, the man
still weak in the knees and covering his smashed package with his hands.
Vaelis pushed him toward the others and he staggered forward.

"What now?"  Samaga asked as he strutted into the room, his fine lean body
looking even more defined and impressive in the swirling pink smoke.  His
loose cloth mask did little to protect him from the smoke and he coughed a
little as he looked around.

"You three turn around.  Samaga, grab that gun, if they even look back,
shoot them down."  Vaelis ordered.  The three prison guards turned their
broad backs to him, their defined muscles and round asses making Vaelis'
dick twitch at the sight.  He looked over and saw that the scene wasn't
lost on the tan Jonla, his thin blue shorts pulled into an impressive tent.

"Hook it up Bargos, and be quick."  Vaelis sat in the high command chair
and motioned for Jonla to come to him.

"What next?"  Jonla asked, his eyes full of lust as he looked over Vaelis.

"You do what you do best, you'll know when."  Vaelis said as he splayed his
legs slightly and made himself comfortable.

Bargos pulled a large, clear red cylinder from his bag and placed it on the
control console.  He pulled a lead out of it and plugged it into the
console and pulled the two intercom microphones close to it.  He turned and
looked at Vaelis and nodded.

"Turn it on, and then guard the door."  Vaelis took a moment before issuing
the order, his words tinged with anxiousness.

One of the guards, hearing the actions behind him looked to the side.  He
saw the cylinder begin to glow and turned.  With a pop, Samaga shot at him,
a metal dart sticking in his chest.  The man dove for the cylinder but
unconsciousness overtook him from the drugged dart and he tumbled to the
floor.

"Don't try that again."  Vaelis ordered as he watched the cylinder grow
brighter and emit a peculiar sound.

The two captives looked at each other for a moment and then down at their
rapidly swelling dicks.  Vaelis looked down nervously at his own hard
erection pushing against his pants.  Jonla reached over to grab it but
Vaelis slapped his hand into his chest in a clumsy move to stop him.
Samaga and Bargos looked at each other with concerned expressions at their
leaders strange actions but did nothing to interfere.

Vaelis and his two captives all found their erections growing to the point
of discomfort, the two captives in an even worse state as they both heard
the sound from the machine and broadcasting through speakers in their
helmets.

Vaelis leaned back in his chair, his legs splaying wide and his eyes
starting to close.  The sexual tension he was becoming overwhelmed with
started to become all he could think about.  He considered giving his men
some reassurance but the very act of opening his mouth heightened his
raging desires.  His hands clenched but his muscles were all tense and
paralyzed with the sensation he was feeling radiating from his throbbing
dick and out through his body.

The two guards slowly curled in on themselves, their arms tense and splayed
as they looked at their raging erections with helplessness as the primitive
sexual demands of their brains overloaded every other impulse.  Almost in
unison they dropped to their knees and then tumbled to their sides, their
bodies slowly writhing on the ground.  The machine had made them
thoughtless and mindless by amplifying their sexual desires to many times
what the men could stand.

"We've got company!"  Bargos shouted as he saw Admiral Falconaire's
remaining guard and two prison officers approaching his position.  He
leaned out and fired a few shots and looked back.  Vaelis thought he had
screamed his orders to release him from the machine but his only sounds
were gasps for air.

The royal guard ducked to the side in a flourish of his cape to avoid
Bargos' shots at him.  His two companions did the same; each of them slowly
and unknowingly succumbed to the machine toying with their brains.  They
sought cover and one launched lightning back at Bargos.  The royal guard
pulled his sidearm and fired a few wild shots, driving Bargos back.

"Come on then, we need to get in there."  The royal guard ordered his
companions.  He was baffled by their lack of response as they crouched.

"Get moving damn you!  What is the meaning of this?"  He pushed the guard
nearest him but the man just shrunk away and curled up on the floor.  The
man across the hall fell backward, one hand on his swollen penis in a
futile attempt to masturbate before losing his senses.  The royal guard
turned toward the door and saw Samaga emerge with his weapon.  He tried to
dodge back to the side but a hail of darts came at him, one hooking in his
monstrous leg muscle.  He looked down and attempted to pull it out, but as
he did so, he sunk into helpless sleep.

"Do your thing man, they're all down."  Samaga shouted.

Jonla knelt down in front of Vaelis and peeled his lycra pants back until
he had full access to his long cock.  Samaga came over to watch as Jonla
sunk his full lips down onto Vaelis' and started to suck hard and fast.
Samaga stroked his own cock through his elaborately patterned pants as he
watched the handsome man work over his helpless boss.

As Jonla worked, Bargos left his post and walked over to the men on the
floor in the control room.  He rolled the watch commander onto his back and
spread him out on the floor.  He straddled him and pulled open his own
pants.  He looked at the man's dark helmet and partially opened mouth and
ran his hand down his spandex covered chest, feeling the thick muscles
underneath.  He pulled out his own dick and started to stroke it.  He
worked harder and harder, his hairy, tattooed upper body flexed and twisted
with the action, showing his impressive woodsman's build.

Samaga was tempted to do the same thing as he watched Jonla work, but his
discipline prevented him from giving in to the urges that his more
primitive co-conspirator had fallen to.  Vaelis started to twitch in his
seat and suddenly Jonla gagged and coughed on a violent blast of cum he was
not expecting.  Per instructions, he used his lips and hand to pull every
last possible drop out of his superior before pulling his pants back up and
withdrawing.

"Now what?"  Jonla looked at Samaga but his attention was on the burly and
attractive Bargos.

He brought himself to a powerful orgasm as well, cum blasting out of him in
long spurts running up the watch commanders black clothing and over his
chin, lips, and faceplate.  One streak after another painted his helpless
target making it look like a white starburst.  He finished and tucked his
dick back into his fatigues.  He stood up and wiped sweat from his
forehead.

"Did you like that?"  He asked the unconscious man as he knelt next to him.
He ran his hand up the man's perfect leg and toward his crotch.

"You'll probably kill him."  The quiet words interrupted the moment and the
three conspirators looked over at Vaelis who was conscious but did not
raise his head.

"What?"  Bargos demanded.

"If you aren't ready to kill him, don't touch him.  Enough toying with them
when they are in this state will probably put them over the edge."  Vaelis
struggled to stand up, his body feeling stronger with every second that
past.

"What is this weapon?"  Samaga looked at the men on the floor in wonder.

"Horrible no?"  Vaelis said as he got up and pulled himself to the control
console next to the device.

"I don't know about that."  Samaga said, admiring the men's hardened dicks.

"You don't know what I just went through, and these men are facing hours or
a day like it.  We are a remarkable race, but the precision we have
developed in our bodies means we are much easier to manipulate than other
lesser species."  Vaelis pawed through the computer records on the console.

"Well, we primitives managed to down a Dreskan royal guard.  Care to
explain why he was here?"  Samaga demanded, anger in his words at Vaelis's
arrogance.

"What?  Where?"  Vaelis turned in the seat, his expression panicked.

"In the hall, wearing white too, must have been high ranking."  Bargos
carried his gun over his shoulder and looked out in the hall as he spoke.

"No, it can't be."  Vaelis dashed to the door and looked out at the man on
the ground.  He paced close to his broad form and bulging muscles.

"What is the problem?"  Jonla asked.

"Bring him in the control room, and tie him up, and then freeze him.
Dammit!"  Vaelis stormed back to the control room and started to work
faster.

His men dragged the unconscious mass of muscle into the control room and
bound him and then Jonla froze him in a giant block of ice.

"Can you shift again?"  Vaelis asked the handsome thin man.

"Once or twice, but I'm feeling it already, I'll need rest soon."  He
replied with his sultry voice.

"Fine, we need to get in and get out with the general."

"What about the other prisoners?"  Bargos demanded and Jonla nodded in
agreement.

"Forget them, we are in very very great danger, we won't have time."
Vaelis shouted, clearly rattled.

"From who?"  Samaga asked.

"If there are royal guards here, then there is a high ranking Dreskan here,
and who knows what else.  We're already too late.  We need to get the
general, and get out.  If we don't, we won't live to get paid for this."
He worked at the controls and found what he was looking for.

"Let's go!"  He stood up and stormed out of the room with the others in
tow.

**********************************************

Haigen and Kidran watched Marcek work as he heaved piece after piece of the
rubble in an attempt to clear the hallway.  His incredible strength made
the other two merely in the way.  They nodded to each other as each
enormous piece of concrete flew back down the corridor with a loud bang.

Haigen's ears perked up as he heard the sounds of struggling in the control
room.  He turned his blank stare from Marcek's sweating muscles to Kidran
to confirm what he was hearing.  Kidran nodded but every means they had to
communicate with the other officers was destroyed in the bombardment.

"I guess that's that then, they will be able to down the containment fields
and free who they choose."  Haigen snarled.

"We can still fight, but someone needs to give the men the order to kill."
Kidran prodded.

"I agree, and if we had a way to communicate, I would give that order.  I
really want to know where the damned Warden is."  Haigen hissed as he moved
closer to inspect Marcek's work, vainly hoping to see an indication they
were nearly through.  The buzzing from Vaelis's machine started to come
through Haigen and Kidran's helmets.  They both ignored it at first,
compared to the other damage caused to the prison it seemed likely
communications would fail eventually.

The noise grew more intense and Haigen noticed the same effects as the
other guards.  He felt his dick expand until it was swollen to full
erection, growing down his thigh.  He cautiously walked over to kidran and
put his hand on his shoulder.  Kidran turned to him; his noticeably smaller
erection was straining outward against his tight pants.

Haigen's giant dick put him at an enormous disadvantage, the psychological
weapon weakening him to helplessness almost immediately after bringing him
to erection.  He staggered backward to the bulkhead and slid to the floor.
His arms were splayed out to the side and veins rippled along them as he
fought against his primal instincts to try and pull his helmet off.

Kidran focused his mind on helping his superior, but as took a step toward
Haigen, he realized he was to face the same fate.  He instead turned toward
Marcek, who was still throwing slabs of concrete and grabbed him by both
shoulders as he sunk to the ground helplessly.

Marcek looked down at Kidran who was face down, holding his ankles, and
then over at Haigen lying against the bulkhead.  He had no concept of what
had happened, but rolled Kidran onto his back.

"What is it?  What's wrong?"  He tried to push against Kidran's lean chest
to spark him into consciousness.

He only received gasps in return.  He looked back from Haigen to Kidran and
noticed their peculiar erections.  Haigen forced one of his arms up and let
out a long broken moan.  Marck dashed over to him.

"What is it commander?  How do I help?"  Marcek put his hands on his
shoulders but received no assistance.  A few painful moments later, Haigen
managed to lift his leaden arm and point his half-curled finger at his
dick.

"Is it something to with your....anatomy?"  Marcek scanned him in
confusion.  Haigen nodded slowly as his arm sunk to the floor.

Marcek started to get the hint, inappropriate to the crisis as it seemed,
that Haigen needed his dick released.  He tried for over a minute to remove
his glowing red belt buckle but could not find the mechanism.  He attempted
to stroke Haigen's giant erection through his spandex pants but the way it
had grown down his leg made it nearly impossible.  Marcek's glistening,
sweaty chest shimmered as it heaved up and down as his nervousness grew.
Stress was blocking his ability to decipher Haigen's belt clasp.

He turned to Kidran and decided his tented black pants would be much easier
to work with.  He dashed over and settled over his side, his cape flowing
around him.  He knelt on one knee as he attempted to break Kidran's belt
loose but the beautifully crafted piece of clothing had no obvious release.
He gave up and started to stroke his dick through the pants and felt it
throb in response.

Kidran moaned and writhed on the floor.  Marcek almost felt as though he
was making things worse but he decided to try harder and put his mouth on
the shaft of Kidran's dick through the smooth black fabric and licked it up
and down.  As the fabric got damp, he found it easier to slide his hands
over the man's long dick and suck through it.  Eventually, he heard Kidran
start to breathe heavily and his bare chest started to rise and fall
rapidly.

He continued to work until he saw a geyser of cum dribble through the
fabric and down the side of Kidran's dick and down his inner thigh.
Kidran's breathing slowed down and he eased himself onto his elbows, his
blank mask looking at Marcek's.  He cocked his head to the side and looked
down the muscular man and down to his own leg and partially erect dick.  He
looked at the flow of cum down his black pants and then back to Marcek.

"What the hell did you do?"  Kidran asked as he slid away from Marcek and
climbed to his feet.

"I don't know, but he needs some help."  Marcek backed away and pointed at
Haigen who was helpless against the bulkhead.

"I heard a buzzing, and then my brain just went into overdrive."  Kidran
was still recovering but he went to Haigen and knelt at his side.

"I couldn't get his belt off, and look how his dick is."  Marcek motioned,
Kidran grabbed the releases and popped Haigen's belt loose and peeled his
pants down.  He pulled Haigen's dick the last few inches of the way of his
pants, reluctantly bending the giant organ to break it free.

Kidran scraped the cum off of his pants and smeared it up and down Haigen's
cock.  He grabbed it with both hands and stroked it up and down with
frantic desperation.  A fountain of cum blasted off from Haigen and sprayed
over Kidran's shoulder and partially down his back and ass.  Like the
others, Haigen rapidly regained his composure but did not need an
explanation of what happened.

"There are no guards left.  We need to clear this hall now."  Haigen
demanded and tugged on some debris.

"What do you mean there are no guards left?"  Kidran asked.

"He means that what got you got them.  They didn't have the benefit of an
otherworlder with them to release them."  Marcek stated as he walked back
to the debris and started to throw it down the hall.

"Well, then what do we do?"  Kidran asked as he stood behind Haigen.  "We
pray to the heavens that whatever they are broadcasting doesn't get spread
to the fleet, or the homeworld."  Haigen pulled his helmet off and threw it
to the side.  Kidran did the same, not sure if the effect would take over
again.

"I see light!  I think we're almost through."  Marcek shouted as he looked
into tunnel he created.  He grabbed a slab of concrete on the top of the
opening and hung from it, his massive biceps taught and stretched as he
pulled his legs back and kicked in hard with a clatter of metal and
concrete.

Haigen ran to the opening and looked inside.  He saw the opening and
climbed through it.  He emerged on the other side of the hallway, and
immediately ran to a metal door and opened it, he was relieved to see the
room was in intact.

"Come here, now!  We can get to the holding level."  Haigen shouted as
Marcek and then Kidran emerged from the opening.

***************************************************

Vaelis and his crew exited the control room and went out into the
flickering lights of the hall.  As they stepped over the unconscious royal
guard, Vaelis briefly contemplated the mound of muscle and white spandex
before motioning for Samaga to hand him the tranquilizer gun.  He pulled a
dart out of the magazine and bent over to shove it into the man's neck.  He
heard the object hiss as it loaded another dose of drugs into him.

The four of them trotted down the hall and two an elevator.  Vaelis
cautiously checked the panel and was relieved when it still worked.  They
piled inside and went down several floors to the holding area of the
prison.

The men stepped out into the cavernous holding area but faced a surprise
barrage of concentrated lightning from behind a large bank of computers.
The two guards behind there were not wearing their helmets and clearly
unaffected by Vaelis's weapon.  Bargos dove to the floor with his gun in
front of him but could not get a clean shot.  The guards blasted again and
this time knocked Jonla to the floor.  He lay there groaning, with smoke
coming from his hair and sparse clothing.

Vaelis returned fire with a white blast of lightning from the peculiar
metal device wrapped around his hand.  The bolt hit one of the guards who
shrieked in agony and flew back over the desk behind him and into the wall.
He sunk to the floor, his clothing almost completely burned off of him, but
his skin unhurt thanks to his inherent resistance to the energy.  The other
guard saw the intensity of the attack and raised his hands in surrender.

"Too many delays."  Vaelis shouted as Samaga attended to the barely
conscious Jonla.  Vaelis and Bargos walked up to the surrendered guard who
held his hands on his head.

"What do you want traitor?"  The guard was defiant.

"From you?  Very little."  Vaelis bent down and grabbed the man's helmet
and pushed it onto his head.

He flailed his head back and forth as Vaelis and Bargos held him tightly in
place.  His dick swelled and throbbed as the buzzing weapon came through
the microphone in the helmet and tore apart his senses.  After a minute,
the man sunk forward onto the control panel and his captors let him go.  He
slid to the floor as helpless as the others, leaving a trail of drool on
the sleek black panel as he sunk down.

"Find out which cell our prize is in."  Vaelis ordered Bargos as he saw
Jonla slowly gaining his feet with Samaga's help.

"He'll be fine in a few minutes Vaelis.  He's lucky."  Samaga and Jonla
walked up to the control panel.

"Good.  I'll try and find out what we need from this one."  Vaelis walked
to the guard he attacked, the man lay there with his eyes half open, his
tattered uniform barely covered his body and blood trickled from his nose.
He shook his head from side to side as Vaelis wrapped his fingers around
his neck.

"Got it."  Bargos shouted as Vaelis started to course blue energy through
his metal glove.

"You're lucky, but not that lucky."  Vaelis stood up and motioned to Jonla,
who grabbed the semi-conscious guard's helmet and brought it over and put
it on his head.

"He's in interrogation cell 2 it says."  Bargos commented over his
shoulder.

"That's bad."  Vaelis nervously looked at the screen to confirm Bargos's
assessment.

"Why?"  Samaga spoke from the other side of the console.

"That means he's not alone."  Vaelis looked up at him.

"They are probably down too.  Who cares?"  Jonla asked.

"It all depends.  Prisoners don't come out of that room with their brains
intact.  We might not get paid, even if we do get out of here."  Vaelis
pushed back from the console and started to walk away.

The holding area of the prison was many stories tall, with a ramp leading
from the guard post to the lowest level of cells.  The tall open corridor
was overlooked by row upon row of cells above them, each containing
valuable prisoners.

Vaelis knew exactly where he was going and marched to within ten paces of
the door to the infamous interrogation cells.  He motioned for Jonla and
Bargos to advance to the door, while he and Samaga held guard.  Bargos
pulled a charge from his satchel and walked toward the door with it while
Jonla started to freeze the entire opening to make it brittle and easier to
break.  A blast of electric energy came from down the dark corridor and
struck Bargos and he fell onto his back, dropping the charge.

"Company!"  Vaelis yelled as he sent a wild blast of energy down the
corridor.  Bargos and Jonla retreated back from the door to a support
pillar as Samaga did the same on the other side of the corridor.

Haigen and Kidran dashed from pillar to pillar, each firing bolts of energy
into the air as they did so.  They dashed forward at a half crouch, only
their shiny spandex pants giving away their position in the partial light.
Marcek tore off his cape and followed Kidran toward the enemy.

"Give it up Vaelis."  Haigen ordered, but received a searing blast of white
energy in return; scarring the surface of the pillar he was hiding behind.

"Samaga, fade out and take out his boy.  I'll deal with Haigen.  You two
wait until we even the score and then go blow that door.  They all nodded
and Samaga winced as he disappeared.

"You're done Vaelis, your shuttle is destroyed, give up and tell us how to
reverse your machine."  Haigen ordered as he saw the group start to
scatter.

"Not a chance commander.  I see you're still with your beloved Kidran.
Probably why you were able to beat my weapon.  You were probably elbow deep
in his sloppy ass when it came on."  Vaelis continued to blast at Haigen
with his amplified energy blasts.

"You'll pay for that Vaelis."  Kidran shouted as he blasted back at the
traitor.

"On the contrary pretty boy, I'm going to destroy this prison and give my
patrons the ability to destroy your whole beautiful empire."  Vaelis
replied as he blasted back at Kidran, missing his flank by only a
centimeter or less.

"Keep shooting Vaelis, reinforcements will be here any moment."  Haigen
shouted as he rapidly fired lightning bolts from both hands toward Jonla
and Bargos.

"I'm counting on it, rank after ranking walking off the shuttles and
succumbing to my most ingenious device." Vaelis teased, but nervousness
edged his strong words.

"These disgusting heathens will turn on you one day Vaelis."  Haigen
shouted as he saw Bargos level his rifle at him.

He flipped backward in a gymnastic leap as a bolt of searing energy shot
over him.  Haigen jumped back an instant later, his muscles rippling as he
regained his footing.  He put his wrists together and launched a bolt of
lightning back at his attacker.  It struck the barrel of the long weapon
and shocked Bargos.

"Dammit!  Junk!"  Bargos shouted as he attempted to pull the trigger on the
weapon again and found it to be useless.  He pushed it to the side and then
rolled to cover as Haigen attacked him again.

Kidran was working his way from pillar to pillar as Haigen drew the enemies
attention and fire.  He was within twenty feet of Vaelis and his white-hot
lightning strikes.  Samaga appeared behind him and wrapped his arms around
him.  He pressed one of his short daggers against Kidran's throat and the
other into his crotch.  Kidran stopped in his tracks at looked down at the
trim, muscular arm threatening to remove his favorite body part.  He stood
still and silent.

"I'd say we've leveled things out Commander.  Perhaps we can find a truce
now."  Vaelis stood up and exposed himself to attack.

As Haigen gestured his arms around to conjure up a lethal blast of energy,
Vaelis pointed to the helpless Kidran.  Haigen glanced over and dropped his
hands.

"Sorry Commander."  Kidran gulped out the words and Samaga laughed.  He
pressed his lean, smooth body against Kidran to taunt Haigen.

"Relax Lieutenant."  Haigen grumbled and stared hard at Vaelis, who leveled
his metal claw at him.

"Do I have to kill you Commander?"  Vaelis stepped toward Haigen.

"You may want to."  Haigen held his ground but his arms curled up and
lightning crackled through his fingers.  He knew it was questionable
whether his race's energy blasts would harm another of his kind, however
amplified.

"Set the door to blow.  If the Commander moves, castrate his man."  Vaelis
continued to point his weapon at Haigen as Jonla and Bargos ran to the cell
door.  Jonla grabbed the door with both hands and pressed hard against it,
his arms were bulging and his legs quivering as he squatted and forced all
of his energy against the door.

Marcek squatted behind the pillar he was hiding behind, apparently
forgotten by Vaelis.  His enormous leg muscles hung beneath him and shook
as sweat poured down his face and arms.  He was having difficulty holding
himself in his hidden position.  He watched as Jonla covered the door in
ice and then waited until Bargos readied his explosives on the door.
Marcek gnashed his teeth as he burst from his hiding spot and lunged at
Samaga.

Before he could react, he landed a square fist with impossible strength
against the lean assassin's head and knocked him to the side.  He tumbled
to the ground alongside his daggers and lie in a motionless heap.  "Blow
it!"  Vaelis ordered as he dove to the side.  Jonla did the same as Bargos
dashed away from the door and activated his bomb.  Haigen and his men were
caught off guard and blasted onto their backs in shock.

Inside the cold and brightly lit cell were the Admiral standing over the
burly captive general on all fours in front of him on the freezing floor.
The Admiral was stone-faced with his arms crossed over his chest as the
naked general gasped and sobbed and pounded his crystallized fists
impotently against the floor.

Behind him was a tall, trim man in high leather boots over his shining
spandex pants.  He had a breastplate over his trim chest made of sewn
together black leather that barely covered his ripped muscles.  Instead of
a helmet, he had a black leather mask that wrapped around his head and face
and elaborate leather wrappings over his shoulders and down his muscled
forearms.  The only adornment he wore on his dark clothing was a thick
golden necklace that rested more on his bulging shoulder muscles than
around his neck.  Underneath the leather was more shimmering black spandex
that was visible under the leather wrappings and coated his hands.  Over
the sinister man's head floated a barely visible aura of crackling energy.

"I can see that you have clearly had enough general, but I'm afraid I
haven't heard everything that I need to.  I apologize in advance for how
this device is going to shred your brain."  The dark clad man ran his black
hand over the General's tattooed back muscles as he went to a container at
his side full of arcane objects.

"Please no, I promise you I don't know what you are asking."  The broken
General begged.

"Yes Warden, perhaps we can get what we need through more conventional
means."  Admiral Falconaire was uncomfortable with the process, knowing
well from the last war what the Warden's tools would do.

"I promise you General, this starts out gentle, maybe even pleasurable.
Try to focus on that in your final few minutes of sanity."  The Warden
started to push an etched metal rod into the General's inviting ass.

As he worked it in, he carefully pushed energy into it from his fingertips
and made the etching glow bright blue.  The General screamed into the floor
as the device was inserted.  Falconaire watched with trepidation and
interest as the man he had previously found so attractive succumbed to the
Warden's violation.

"Please, no, I'll tell you everything.  My stars, I can't take it!"  The
General begged through his howls.

"Don't damage him; I think conventional means will suffice."  The Admiral
looked down at the General's pleading eyes.

"They are as physically pleasurable after my work is done as they would
have been before Admiral.  They are just more obedient.  You need to trust
me, he is broken but he may still be able to deceive."  The Warden pushed
the device into the General until he had almost nothing left to handle.  He
moved his free hand up the General's back and held the base of his neck as
he sent his precise shocks into him from both ends.

An explosion erupted around the frame of the heavy door and broke the
hinges loose.  The Warden backed away from his captive and watched the
giant door bend and jam itself in the entrance.  All three men were covered
in a fine powder of ice that quickly turned to water and covered them with
tiny droplets.

"If you please Admiral, take our guest.  I believe we should find another
location."  The Warden put his hands wrist to wrist and fired a blast of
energy into that blew it into the corridor.  Admiral Falconaire picked up
the moaning general with one powerful arm and threw him over his shoulder.

In the corridor, the explosion filled the space with smoke that lingered in
the air.  Vaelis peered through it toward Haigen to try and locate him but
was nearly struck by the flying cell door as it flew at him.

"Run for your lives!"  Vaelis yelled as the door came at him and the
silhouette of the Warden appeared in the bright entry.  He turned to run
toward the entry but felt an odd sensation in his legs.  His muscles
clenched and cramped and he tumbled to the floor.  He tried to roll over
but found he could not.

The cloud of energy over the Warden's head grew more defined and tiny bolts
of lightning crackled through it.  Jonla and Bargos attempted to run but
met the same fate, their muscles failing them and they fell to the floor.

"A traitor I see."  The warden stepped over the helpless Vaelis and pushed
his boot into his side to roll him on his back.  Vaelis looked at him with
wide eyes.

"They have disabled the entire prison sir."  Haigen regained his footing
and walked to his superior.

"I assume this disruption is also why you are out of uniform Commander?"
The warden stared at Haigen's bare head.

"We need to do something, the base and perhaps the empire are in jeopardy."
Haigen replied as he, Kidran, and Marcek came to the Warden and Admiral's
side.  The Admiral stared at Marcek but was not as quick to judge as the
Warden.

"You, put your dick in his mouth."  The Warden pointed to Jonla and then to
Vaelis.  He released his disabling control over the man's muscles and let
him struggle to his feet.

He felt as if he was fighting cramps all over his body but was able to
move.  He staggered over the helpless Vaelis and straddled his chest.  He
looked at the Warden for more instructions but the Warden raised his hand
toward him and a crackle of energy snapped over to him making his ass
clench and his dick spring to attention, almost bursting from his tight
blue shorts.

"Suck it traitor."  The Warden ordered as Jonla sunk forward with his hands
to his side until his dick touched Vaelis's chin.  The traitor officer
started to work over his subordinates erect cock with his mouth as hard as
he could.

"Sir, we need to shut down their device.  Our men are suffering."  Haigen
demanded.

"Shut up Commander, you let this happen, and you will be held responsible."
The Warden watched Jonla as he was pleasured by Vaelis.

"Sir, I understand your disappointment..."  Haigen continued.

"You, barbarian, kneel here."  The Warden cut off Haigen and released his
grip on Bargos enough that he could crawl in front of Jonla and sat back
onto his heels.

"Just kill me monster."  Bargos hissed at the Warden to which he laughed.

"You know what to do."  He pointed at Jonla who leaned forward onto his
elbows and let his muscular arms flex as he dove onto Bargos's dick.
Bargos tried to resist but the elaborate power of the Warden over even his
smallest muscles sent an overwhelming feeling of pleasure through him.  The
Warden walked past Haigen to the unconscious heap that Marcek left of
Samaga.

"My my, I presume you have tried this delicacy already Commander?"  The
Warden saw Marcek and walked up to him and clutched his firm ass above his
swollen leg muscles.  Marcek dared not move.

"Yes sir, if I may, we have a task at hand."  Haigen watched the three men
on the ground.

"What is this?"  The Warden looked at Samaga's lean form as he slowly
regained consciousness.

"He is no longer a threat sir."  Marcek replied.

"Mind your place Marcek, this is their problem, not ours."  The Admiral
ordered.

"Agreed.  Did you know this is a failed experiment of our past?"  The
Warden motioned toward Samaga.

"We are not, we are free men."  Samaga grumbled.

"No, you are an attempt to make a weapon.  Thinner, less powerful, but able
to disappear.  We made you, but then we lost you thanks to our own
incompetence.  Still, it is always a treat to find one of you alive."  The
Warden stood over the thinner man.  "We are not like you."  Samaga
continued to protest as the Warden waved a hand toward him and he felt his
muscles betraying him.

"Take your dagger, drag out Vaelis's renowned dick, and do to him what the
others are doing."  The Warden ordered as Samaga slowly rose.

"I will not."  He defied.

"Yes you will and you can feel it right now that you have no choice."
Samaga picked up one of his knives and stumbled toward Vaelis.  He dropped
to his knees over his muscular, black clad legs, and cut the tight pants
open and let his dick flop out.  He involuntarily dropped the knife and
tumbled forward onto the impressive dick and put it in his mouth with zeal.

"Now that is a lovely picture wouldn't you say Admiral?"  The Warden
motioned to the four men doing his bidding.

"I agree, but I must also agree with your executive officer that there is
more afoot here."  The Admiral seemed awed by the display but he was also
aware he was holding an enemy combatant lightly over his shoulder.

"Haigen, I will remain here for the time being.  Go to the hangar and wait
for their extraction vehicle to arrive and take it.  Leave the General and
go with them please, they will need you."  The Warden ordered Haigen and
the Admiral.

"As you wish sir, but what of them?"  Haigen asked.

"Yes, and what of your prison?"  The Admiral cruelly heaved the General off
of his shoulder and onto the floor with a grunt.

"You have failed me Haigen, do not continue to make me cross with you.
Take the shuttle or you may end up like this or worse."  The Warden did not
look back at him but his words threw a chill up everyone's spine.

"Come on, to the hangar."  Haigen ordered and he and the other three
followed.

"I don't understand, what is he doing?"  Kidran asked.

"Be glad you aren't in there.  He will toy with them for a bit and then
they are all going to end up with a mouthful of something they don't want."
Haigen rushed down the corridor to an elevator and ordered it to the hangar
level.

"A mouth full of what?"  Marcek asked.

"Nothing you would want to lose."  Haigen said.  They could hear the men
shrieking from down the corridor as the door closed.  Kidran appeared to
become physically ill.

When the door of the lift opened up on the hangar level, Haigen and Kidran
dove out of the door and immediately behind cover in the badly damaged
room.  Haigen looked around and only saw the four tied up guards lying next
to each other with their dicks standing at attention.  He stood up and
motioned for the others to leave the lift.

"Get their helmets off and untie them."  Haigen ordered.  Kidran and Marcek
attempted to get their bindings free.

Haigen and the Admiral walked to the main entrance and looked at the
destroyed spacecraft inside.  The Admiral paced through the clutter and
looked inside the craft and nodded his head.

"Modified to look like one of your ships, clever."  The Admiral muttered to
Haigen.

"There should be far more guards than this inside here."  Haigen looked
around.

"Deal with that later Commander. "  The Admiral climbed into the burning
and wrecked ship's cockpit.

"What is it?"  Haigen followed him in.

"Listen."  The Admiral hissed.  In the silence both men heard voices coming
from the pilot's headsets.

"What are they asking?"  Haigen and the Admiral put on the headsets and
looked at each other.

"You are going to sound more like the traitor than I will.  Tell them to
land."  The Admiral ordered and reached for the control to broadcast.
Haigen nodded.

"We have neutralized the base, requesting extraction."  Haigen calmed his
voice and tried to guess what he was expected to say.

"This is the Scimitar; we are sending the extraction shuttle."  Came the
reply.  Haigen and Falconaire pulled off their headsets.

"They have a warship nearby.  It must be cloaked."  Falconaire shouted.
"Come with me, we need to take that shuttle in one piece and then take it
back to their ship."  Haigen motioned for him to leave the craft.  The two
men trotted back to the others.

"They are in no condition to fight but they are alive."  Marcek pointed to
the four guards he and Kidran freed.  The men stood with weak knees and
their arms hanging limp at their sides.

"Not a surprise.  Where are the others?"  Haigen asked them.  The leader
raised his hand and pointed to the door to the supply room.  Kidran ran to
it and opened it.

He and Marcek pulled the moaning guards out as quickly as they could and
pulled their helmets off to break the weapon's effects.  They worked
carefully but Haigen lost patience.  "Kidran, they are landing a shuttle,
go to the control room and try and get our defense systems back up."  He
pointed toward the lift and Kidran saluted before leaving.

"You men need to clear your heads and get ready to fight.  Come with me
Commander, my man can finish here."  The Admiral pointed to Marcek and then
went to the mangled entrance to the shuttle bay.  The guards who had
regained the strength to walk shuffled behind and took up positions behind
cover to assist if they needed to.

Kidran reached the command level and went to the control room.  He looked
around inside and saw the men lying on the ground and the glowing red
device sitting on the communications panel.  He walked inside to disable it
but quickly began to succumb to its effects and his dick started to swell
again.

He blinked the sensation away as best he could and walked up to the device
and pulled it up.  As he did so, his vision blurred and he started to sink
backward as his strength sapped away.  He pulled as hard as he could on the
thrumming device but it did not seem to make any difference.  He fell
backward but hung onto the machine and it slid off the panel on top of him.

He lie there with the glowing device on his chest and felt his heart start
to pound as the powerful weapon tore apart his senses from point blank
range.  He felt his dick throb to climax but felt no relief, as though he
was releasing over and over again but the sensation only got more and more
powerful with each throb.  He knew his body would not sustain so much
strain but he heard the voices of junior officers trying to talk over the
communication system and knew he had broken the effect on the rest of the
prison.

As Kidran felt his dick clench so hard he could not even breathe through
it, he felt certain he was finished.  He heard a howl and a thunderous
crash behind him.  Through his narrow eyes he saw the monstrous form of the
Royal Guard that had been encased in ice step in front of him.  He felt he
was yelling for help but in reality, no sound was coming from him.  The
guard picked the machine up from off of his body and slammed it against the
bulkhead and the red glow stopped.

"Get up; someone needs to get control of this place."  The guard pulled
Kidran to his feet.  Kidran looked into the man's blank face and lust
overwhelmed him.  He pushed him backward toward the command chair,
electricity crackling out of his hands with perfect precision as he
executed Haigen's trick.

The guard mumbled in protest as he fell backward into the chair as Kidran
pulled one of his flexible legs up onto the chair and leaned into the
guard's lips and kissed him hard and deep.  He relished the \guard's
helplessness for a moment as he stroked his own dick through his pants.  He
looked down and saw that the melted ice had made the guard's shorts
virtually transparent and he reached down and started to pull at the man's
hardening cock.  He did that for a few moments and then chanced releasing
his control.

As he did so, the guard snarled slightly and pulled Kidran's face into his
with one powerful hand and ran the other one over his perfect as and held
him in place.  The two men locked lips hard and deep and Kidran pulled the
guard's dick out of his damp shorts and rubbed it until it exploded.

He cupped all of the cum in his hands and then licked them clean with.
When he finished savoring the liquid, he looked down at the guard and
smiled at him as his mouth hung half open and his chest heaved.  Kidran
seemed out of his trance and stepped back.

"Thanks, I thought I was finished."  Kidran went to the control panel and
pulled the microphone next to him.  The guard stood up and packed his dick
back into his shorts and looked at his formerly helpless arms in disbelief.

"Commander Haigen, can you hear me?"  Haigen heard Kidran's voice coming
through the intercom.

He ran to a control panel on the wall and pushed a series of buttons to
secure the channel to control room.

"Yes Kidran, I take it you have stopped whatever they were doing?"
Haigen's words were edged with nervousness.

"Yes Commander, we have disabled a machine.  There is a craft approaching."
Kidran spoke over a frantic alarm noise behind him.

"Can you identify who it belongs to?"  Haigen turned to look into space
through the clear containment shield over the landing area.

"It looks like one of ours.  Shall I activate the missile defenses?"
Kidran replied.

"Leave it be Lieutenant.  Neutralize it when it lands Commander, and come
to the reeducation chamber when the deed is done."  The Warden's voice
crackled through the microphone.

"So much for a secure channel."  Haigen shrugged at the Admiral.

To be continued!

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