Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2016 22:18:52 +0000
From: Douglas DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Survivors (Revised)  Chapter 54

CHAPTER 54
ROUND EARS

Welcome back. The boys find themselves involved with the Hakaanen resistance.

For those of you reading this in real time, I am leaving on a trip. It will
be a week to ten days before I will be posting the next chapter. So, you
can either keep hanging from the previous cliff, or find yourself hanging
from a new one. Your call.

Please give generously to the Nifty Archive. Keep the stories coming.

This story contains sex between minor boys and teenagers.  If such things
offend you, or you are not at least 18 years of age, then please don't read
on.  This story is not true, but who knows, maybe someday it will be.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Brandon was checking the high-definition image of the "Survivor" on the
view screen.  The ship's telescope had been tracking the shuttle's flight
since it had left the "Paxton.".  The telescope was locked into the
shuttle's radio beacon and automatically tracked the shuttle throughout its
descent.  Visual contact was lost only when the shuttle disappeared behind
a cloud, but the instruments could pick up its heat signature.

After the aborted landing outside of the capital city, Ryan spoke with
Scooter on the radio. Scooter told him that they were in radio contact with
some Hakaanen who were giving them a new place to land.

He told Ryan he would get back to them as soon as he knew more. What he
didn't tell Ryan was that his contact was with a Hakaanen boy. Brandon
followed the shuttle as it headed northwest, circled around, and then
started its approach to the runway.

The sky was partly cloudy, but he could see the "Survivor" make its
approach. It appeared that the shuttle had made a safe landing, but right
after it touched down he saw an explosion and fireball. Involuntary reflex
action closed his eyes to protect them from the intense brilliance of the
explosion. When he opened them again he could see nothing on the ground
except billowing smoke shrouding the scene below.

Ryan got on the radio. "This is the 'Paxton' calling the 'Survivor'." There
was no answer.  He tried again and still got no answer. He looked over at
Brandon. Brandon's face was totally white.  The console beeped, and Brandon
looked at the view screen.  The screen was blank, except for a message that
read, "NO SIGNAL".

"I think we lost them," Brandon said quietly. "I think they crashed."

All of the boys were on the bridge and had seen the disaster unfold. All of
them felt sudden fear and emptiness. If Brandon was right, they were alone
in space—they were the last survivors.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Thraller listened in on the chat between the "Survivor" and the "Paxton,"
but he couldn't understand any of it. It had been one thing for a boy with
a weird accent to be talking, but now the radio had boys talking a language
he had never heard before.  Why were children flying the shuttle, he
wondered, and where had they come from?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Alex, Scooter, and Travis were temporarily blinded by the explosion at the
end of the runway.

"What the FUCK!!!" Alex screamed. "They're trying to kill us!"

Douglas was standing at the open cockpit door looking at the huge fireball
rising into the sky followed by a column of smoke. "No, I don't think so,"
he said.

"You don't THINK SO? Are you nuts, Douglas?! That was us they were trying
to blow up, because I sure as hell didn't see anybody else landing
here. And if nothing else they tried to blind us! I'm getting us out of
here!" His hand grabbed the throttle.

"To where?" Douglas asked. "This is the only runway we've found that we can
land on.  We don't have enough fuel to look someplace else. And besides,
they weren't trying to kill us—that part is obvious."

"Not to me it isn't," Alex growled as the shuttle came to a stop. They
looked at the burning hulk in front of them.  They noticed it was the old
shuttle they had seen at the end of the runway that had just been blown
up. "Explain please." Douglas could see that Alex was shaking with anger.

"Well, first, let's taxi to the terminal. We need to get off of this
runway. And turn off the transponder!"

"No taxiing until you tell me how we're not in danger," Alex demanded.

"Alex, either you taxi to the terminal or Travis will. But we're going to
start taxiing now, and that's an order.  We need to get off this runway
fast."

`Sometimes you just have to kick Alex in the balls to get what you want',
Douglas thought at Scooter, who quickly hid his smile.  Douglas understood
what had happened at the end of the runway, and he knew that for the plan
that was unfolding to work they had to clear the runway quickly.  "I'll
tell you why while you taxi us to the terminal."

For the second time in two days Alex glared at Douglas. Alex liked him
better when he hadn't been so fucking cocky. Now he seemed way too sure of
himself, as far as Alex was concerned. He had forgotten that Douglas had
been the same way when he led them from the "Moonduster" to the big
valley. The difference now was Douglas was confident in his leadership
abilities and acted quicker and more decisively than he had then.  When
things were safe and comfortable, Douglas lay back and acted like a Student
Council president.  But when the group was in danger, Douglas took over
complete control. It was Douglas, after all, who had decided to exile
Robert Charles.

Alex took a deep breath, switched off the transponder, turned the shuttle
around, and taxied it toward the terminal.  "So, explain this mess, before
we get to the terminal and get killed. I, at least, would like to know why
I am dying at age fifteen."

"Quit being paranoid, Alex. Think. If they wanted to kill us they would
have just let us land on the first runway. We would have crashed and burned
there. Why would they wave us off and give us a smooth runway to land on
just so they could attack us later?  No, there is some weird shit going on
here, but it doesn't have to do with killing us. I mean look at what they
did with the runway. We didn't have anything we could land on, and suddenly
it opened up right before our eyes. I'm really sure we are safe. In fact,
look over there." Douglas pointed to the east side of the terminal. A
Hakaanen lady was waving lights at them, just like at an airport.

Just then the radio sounded. "This is the 'Paxton' calling the 'Survivor'."

Scooter got ready to answer, but Douglas stopped him.

"Don't answer!" he commanded.

"Why not? They're worried about us. We haven't talked to them since we
aborted the first landing attempt," Scooter said.

"We won't answer them because we blew up when we landed here!"

"Huh?"

"What do you think that explosion was about? That's our shuttle at the end
of the runway."

Scooter grinned as he suddenly understood what Douglas was saying. Alex and
Travis had an aha moment as well. The situation on Hakaan was not what it
had been the last time Inferno had had contact with it. The present
situation made it important to hide them from somebody, most likely the
government of the planet.

They heard the "Paxton" on the radio again, but continued to ignore
it. Alex taxied toward the lights. The lady guided them and they turned
into a space next to the terminal.  There was a hangar in front of them
that was covered with trees and other plants. Another lady was at the
hangar door, signaling the shuttle to enter the building. Alex folded the
wings and guided the shuttle through the door as the lady instructed.

Outside, the runway cover was moving back into place.  But part of the
cover was different. It had broken trees and tire tracks that led right to
the burning hulk. It looked like the shuttle had hit the runway too late
and had gone off the end of it.

Alex stopped the "Survivor" inside the "underground" hangar and shut off
the engines.

"So, who is going to surprise the two ladies outside?" Douglas asked.

"Surprise?" Mike asked.  "What do you mean, surprise? You mean because
we're naked?"

"I think they would be more surprised if we were dressed," Travis
grinned. "I think he means our round ears and bare backs."

"Oh. Duh. I wasn't thinking too good on that one.  I got too used to being
just one of the guys on Inferno. But I think us two big guys, me and
Jeremy, would work out just fine.  First Earthlings to set foot on
Hakaan. What do you think, Jeremy? Give the honor to the two thugs?"

For a brief moment Douglas selfishly thought of wanting the honor for
himself, but he took a deep breath and nodded his assent.  After all, he
was still the leader. Let his friends get the glory—if there was ever
going to be any glory.

They saw a set of stairs being pushed up to the hatch of the shuttle by two
men. Mike opened the hatch, and he and Jeremy stepped out onto the
stairs. Corrinna, Dralkan's mother, was the first to see them. When she got
a close look at them, she put her hand to her mouth in surprise.  The boys
she saw were certainly not Hakaanen boys.  And if they weren't Hakaanen,
who were they?

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Dralkan contacted his father on his radio. Even though it was a long way
from the capital city, he had seen the smoke rise from the old space
port. Dralkan told his father that plan A had been put into
motion. Dralkan's father instructed Dralkan, Trundall, and Shamene to meet
him at the end of the runway farthest from the terminal. Dralkan knew which
one he meant, but he didn't know why they should meet there.

The three boys reached the end of the weed-covered runway and waited. The
sun was beating down on them. Suddenly, they heard a humming noise above
them and saw a flier, just like in the history books. It has to belong to
the Ancients, Dralkan thought. The boys were about to bolt into the woods,
but the flier came down too quickly.

The three boys stood still, frozen with fright.  Dralkan wasn't sure why he
was frightened. After all, it wasn't illegal to play at the old
airport. Kids hung around there all the time. It can't be about us playing,
he thought; it has to be about the arrival of the shuttle.

The boys stared at the flier, wondering who would come out. They knew they
couldn't run away, so they just stood and waited. The Ancients and their
police would catch them before they even got close to the wooded area next
to the old runway. But instead of men in police uniforms, a man wearing a
loin cloth appeared at the door. It was, Rikers, Dralkan's father, who
lowered a ladder.

"Quick boys, we have no time. All three of you get on!" his dad yelled.

The three boys climbed up the ladder and the flier lifted straight up and
shot off.

"Wow! Where did you get this dad?" Dralkan was impressed.

"It was an experimental flier, one that can hover, land, and take off
vertically. When the Ancients started confiscating the machines, your
grandfather managed to save this one.  He made a comment in the records
that the flier had been destroyed and then kept it for himself to be used
at a time when it was really needed. It would appear that time is now."

"Where did he keep it?" Trundall asked. He couldn't remember seeing it at
the old spaceport.

"He kept it in a warehouse near where the Ancients dismantled and destroyed
many of the fliers and spacecraft."

"Dralkan saw that Norad, his father's Meshanna and partner, was on
board. In fact he recognized the three other men on board. He knew them
from the "vacation resort" at the former spaceport.

"Where are we going?"

"To the old spaceport." Rikers looked at his son with pride. "I heard about
how you communicated with the shuttle. That was very brave of you. You were
cool under fire. I am very proud of you, son...very proud."

Dad doesn't even know the half of it, Dralkan thought. He recalled standing
in the middle of the runway waving off the landing shuttle—that was way
scarier than talking on the communicator.

The flier raced low over the tree tops heading for the old space
port. Rikers had heard from Corrinna that something strange had been
revealed at the space port, but she wouldn't say what it was.  She would
only say there was something very different about the kids on the shuttle.
Why, Rikers thought, was a shuttle from one of the lost colonies being
piloted by children?

Rikers knew that he had to get to the spaceport quickly, because the
Ancients would soon have a flier heading there to investigate the
crash. The good news was theirs couldn't land, because this was the only
flier made by Hakaanen engineers that could land and take off vertically.
Rikers didn't know that the engineers on Inferno had retrofitted their
fliers to do the same just after communication ended between the two
planets.

When the flier arrived at the field they could see that it was covered by
camouflage. At the end of the false runway the old shuttle hulk was still
burning. The flier landed and Rikers headed for the terminal with
Norad. The flier needed to be parked in the hangar as quickly as possible.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Thraller sat in an ornate office with Hamnod, one of the Ancients. He told
the Ancient about the strange things he heard on the radio; the unfamiliar
language and the fact that all of the voices belonged to boys.

Hamnod agreed with Thraller; a flier needed to be sent immediately to the
scene.  The situation had to be investigated thoroughly and any survivors
taken into custody and permanently isolated.

Thraller called to get a flier ready. He was going to be on it. If anybody
was left alive, he was going to see to their capture personally.  He had no
problem in his mind about killing any of the crash survivors if they showed
any resistance.

He smiled to himself as he thought about how the Shkah way was slowly
becoming the way of Hakaanen. It was fortuitous that the Ancients had
placed them in positions of authority. When the proper time came, he knew
that the Ancients, who were true Hakaanen at heart, would be easily crushed
by the growing power of the Shkah.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Corrinna looked at the two strange looking boys standing at the hatch of
the shuttle. She didn't know what they were, but they certainly weren't
Hakaanen. They were naked boys, they were wearing Hakaan belts, but they
had round ears and no mane down their backs.  Yet the shuttle was
Hakaanen—she could tell by the writing on the sides.  The boy doing the
talking on the radio as the shuttle landed spoke Hakaanen, although he had
a strange accent. However, there was no doubt these boys were some kind of
alien species, and not Hakaanen. She didn't think twenty-five years would
change the appearance of Hakaanen that much.

The two big boys walked down the stairs, and behind them came three smaller
boys, followed by another somewhat bigger boy. They all seemed to be
smiling as they came down the stairs. A small dark haired boy came forward
and gave the Hakaan sign of greeting.

"Shamra Morna," Douglas said. It was the most formal kind of Hakaan
greeting.

She was surprised that this strange looking boy knew the proper Hakaan
greeting. But then there must be a Hakaan there somewhere, because whoever
was on the radio could speak the language perfectly, though with an accent,
which could be explained away by the years of separation.

Scooter came up to her next. "Shamra Morna," he said with a small bow of
respect.

Corrinna looked at the boys. She had fear and anger in her eyes. "Who are
you? Where are you from?" She wondered where Urland was; she could use his
wisdom and advice right now. She didn't know that he was busy contacting
his son, Rikers , because he could see he would need reinforcements.

"We are from a planet called Earth. We became stranded on your colony of
Inferno," Scooter said, using the Hakaanen name for the planet.

"Then how did you find your way here?"

Scooter started telling the story. But Corrinna stopped them and asked them
to return to the shuttle. She was afraid of the strange boys and wanted
them in the shuttle until Urland made his appearance. Not wanting to create
any trouble, Douglas led them back up the stairs into the shuttle. They
needed the help of the Hakaanen who rescued them in order to survive.

Scooter turned to the two Hakaan women. "Lasherra." Thank you.

The boys boarded the shuttle and sat in the cabin. "Why did she send us
back?" Jeremy asked.

"She's scared," Douglas answered. "She's waiting for help to come. That's
what I think."

Everybody agreed with him. Now it was a matter of waiting to see what was
going to happen.

"Should we call the 'Paxton'?" Jeremy asked.

"No," Douglas answered. "We don't want anybody picking up our radio
signal. It looks like our rescuers want it to look like we crashed. Until
we find out differently, we're going to play along with it."

"But they've got to be worried sick up there."

"I understand. But for now, we need to stay silent."

Urland arrived and chatted with the two women. He was stunned to hear the
news that the crew of the shuttle was a group of alien boys. The mystery
regarding the shuttle and its crew was becoming more and more perplexing.

He was about to board the shuttle when he heard the flier land next to the
terminal. It was immediately moved into the hangar. The boys on the shuttle
looked out the window as the flier was pushed in. They watched four men and
three boys exit the flier. They talked to the two women and to the old man
who had appeared from somewhere. The old man left the group and climbed the
stairs into the shuttle.

"We need all of you to come with us. Now!" he ordered. He turned and walked
down the stairs. The boys looked at each other—they all had understood
what he said. They didn't like the demanding tone of voice the old man had
used, but they felt they had no choice but to follow him.

They left the shuttle and followed the Hakaanen into the terminal. They had
no idea what was going to happen and wished everybody would just quit
gawking at them and stand still long enough to hear their story.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Thraller looked out of the window of his flier, surveying the old spaceport
as they flew over it. The wreckage of the shuttle was still burning and it
looked completely destroyed.  He could make out the tire marks on the
overgrown runway leading to the wreckage. It appeared that the runway was
too overgrown for a safe landing and the pilot had lost control of the
shuttle. He didn't see how anybody could have survived the crash and
explosion.

 He was actually hoping to find some survivors so he could send his
soldiers to detain them and so he could find out what was going on. But it
looked like all they would find were burned bodies. There was no way his
flier could land on the deteriorated runway.  Thraller wished they hadn't
destroyed the new flier that could hover and land vertically.  They had the
plans, buthe Ancients would not allow any new technology to be built.

He would have to return to the base and make the journey by land. He
ordered the pilot to return to Kana. He took a last look at the burning
shuttle. He had three questions in his mind. What was the strange language
he'd heard on the radio? Why were children piloting the shuttle as well as
doing the talking from whatever starship was in orbit?

And finally, why had the shuttle suddenly aborted its landing on the rough
runway of the main airport and flown to the even rougher runway of the old
spaceport? The runways of the airport could still be easily spotted from
the sky, but the runway of the old spaceport was much more difficult to
make out. Unless somebody knew it was there it was almost impossible to see
it from the sky. Since it was in the middle of a forest, the runway was in
much worse shape than the one at the main airport. So why abort a landing
on a runway they could see and that almost looked good enough to land on
for a runway that was in worse shape and was practically hidden?

He got on the radio and sent a message to Hamnod.  He told the Ancient that
in his opinion it might be a good idea to send guardsmen to the old
spaceport. Something didn't seem right—the facts simply weren't adding
up.  Hamnod received the message and acted on it right away.  He ordered a
contingent of the national guard to meet Thraller as soon as he landed and
accompany him on a trip to the old spaceport.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The six boys from the "Survivor" went into a large room with the
Hakaanen. Urland, Rikers, Norad, Corrinna, Trundall, Shamene, and Dralkan
sat down and the Earth boys followed their lead. Corrinna's partner stayed
in the front of the old terminal to keep watch for anybody coming.

Rikers stared at the six Earth boys. Their round ears and bare backs made
it obvious they weren't Hakaanen. Other than that he could see little
difference. They were even naked like Hakaanen boys often were, with Hakaan
pocket belts to hold what they needed. They looked to be the same size and
weight as adolescent Hakaanen boys. Their faces were smooth and their wide,
clear eyes sparkled like Hakaanen boys in their early teens. Some of the
boys were slight, while the musculature on others had begun to noticeably
develop.  Their pubic regions varied from the thick bushes of hair that
Mike and Jeremy had, to almost bare pubis of Scooter.

What was unusual was that only the penis on the small blond boy resembled a
Hakaanen's penis. The other's penises were different, lacking the normal
skin over the head. In spite of their otherworldly looks, Riker found them
as sexually appealing as many Hakaanen boys.

Riker's mind was full of questions. How did the boys get here in a Hakaanen
shuttle?  How did they learn the Hakaanen language? Where were they
originally from? What did they want?  And could they be trusted?

Dralkan was amazed at what he saw. He knew that the shuttle was being flown
by boys from the voices on the radio. But he never imagined they would be
alien boys from some alien world.  The excitement of seeing them couldn't
be denied.  Dralkan often dreamed of the stars and space travel and of the
days the Hakaanen traveled to the stars.  What was happening now was beyond
his wildest dreams.

Scooter, the small blonde boy with the normal penis, did the talking for
the group.  He explained that the other boys could understand and speak
some Hakaanen, but he was the only one who could speak the language
fluently. While it seemed that he was the one doing all the talking, what
the Hakaanen didn't know was that he was in constant mental contact with
Douglas. The Earth boys knew Douglas was doing a lot of the talking through
Scooter because they had discussed the possibility before landing the
shuttle.

Scooter started telling Rikers and the Hakaanen the story of how a ship
full of boys ended up crash landing on a lonely desert planet. He had
gotten to the start of their trek across the desert to the mountains when
they got an alert from the front of the terminal. A flier was
approaching. Rikers motioned to everyone to follow him. They went to the
front of the building and looked at the flier circling the field. It was
obvious it was observing the crash site. Then it flitted away over the
trees.

"We're safe," Dralkan said. "We fooled them. The round-ears are safe too."

"For now," Rikers said. "We have to get them out of here as soon as
possible. Our little ruse won't fool them forever. All it did was buy us
time. I wouldn't be surprised to see soldiers by tomorrow. If they could
land vertically like us they would be here within a couple of
hours. Fortunately, the Ancients never bothered to have that kind of a
flier rebuilt."

Scooter and Douglas thought that was strange. The Hakaanen could conquer
the stars, but never invented a way to land an aircraft vertically? They
didn't even have helicopters.  They both thought about the flier on
Inferno, which could hover and land and takeoff vertically.  They didn't
realize that the flier on Inferno had been modified by Quan and his men
after the last starship had come. We had that technology long before we
ever went into space, Douglas thought.  Douglas was willing to bet the
Hakaanen probably invented some things that Earthlings never thought
of. The technology of their terraforming machines were far beyond that of
anything Earth had built, according to Brandon.

The group returned to the big room in the back. Scooter finished telling
the story of the "Moonduster" and their trek across the desert and
mountains. Rikers still wasn't sure how much he trusted the boys.

When he heard of the role Robert Charles and Jordan played in the Shkah
rebellion, he had even more reason not to totally trust these strange
boys. The Shkah on Hakaan were working for the Ancients, and could not be
trusted at all. If two of the round-eared boys had been in league with the
Shkah, what's to say that others weren't as well? He all but ignored the
part about their role in bringing down the Shkah on Inferno and seemed only
to hear the part about Robert Charles and Jordan aiding the Shkah.

Finally, Scooter talked about Matthew. He told how he and Enghar became
Meshannas, and how they were at the Joining to witness it.

"Wait!" Rikers said. "You mean to say a Hakaanen boy became the Meshanna of
one of your kind? And you all witnessed a Joining? Where is that boy now?
Up in the starship?"

"No. He stayed behind to be with his Meshanna and his Hakaanen family."

Rikers was stunned. "This boy, this Mattoo, decided to stay behind with his
Meshanna?  He picked a Hakaanen boy over his own kind?"

"Yes, sir, he did," Scooter replied.

Rikers looked closely at Scooter. He locked eyes with the Earth boy, giving
him a penetrating gaze.  Rikers saw no hint of deception in Scooter's eyes.
At the same time Rikers felt something inside himself.  It was something he
couldn't describe, but his fear of the boys ebbed and he viewed them with
new respect.  If one of these round-eared boys could gain the approval of a
Priest to take part in a Joining with another Hakaanen, then perhaps these
boys could be trusted.  Perhaps these boys were what they had been waiting
on for twenty-five years—a way to bring down the tyranny of the
Ancients. He told Scooter to go on with his story.

Scooter told about how the machinery was wearing out on Inferno. He told of
their own desire to see their own families and their own home. He told of
how hard it was to leave Inferno despite that. They had grown to love their
Hakaanen friends and families. But the Hakaanen on Inferno needed parts and
new machines, or someday they would lose to the natural forces of the
planet. Inferno wasn't conquered yet, and without the atmosphere machinery
the planet would end up winning. The Earth boys realized that the only way
Inferno could be saved was for them to fly the starship back to Hakaan.

"So, there were two reasons we left," Scooter told his Hakaanen
listeners. "One was to find our way home and the other was to help our
friends survive."

Rikers told Scooter what had happened on Hakaan during the last twenty-five
years. He told them it looked like the home planet would not be able to
help the lost colony of Inferno. The Ancients had seen to that. It was all
they could do to keep even a little of the once great Hakaanen technology
alive.

"Outposts like this one and others scattered around the planet have saved
much of the old technology, but we need to overcome tyrannical rule of the
Ancients in order to bring Hakaan back to prosperity," Riker said.

"If we could find a way back to our own home maybe we could bring our own
technology to help Inferno and Hakaan," Scooter suggested. Douglas had sent
the idea to him, and Scooter thought it was a good one.

"You would need an entire load of warp fuel," Rikers said. "We don't have
any at all. One of the first things the Ancients did was to take all the
fuel from the spaceport before many of us realized what was happening."

"We would need rocket fuel too," Scooter said. "We need to get the shuttle
back into space, as well as being able to refuel the rockets on the
starship."

"That we have. We managed to react in time to save supplies of rocket fuel,
which we have stored in underground tanks. We can fuel your shuttle. But
rocket fuel needs special tanker shuttles to transport it into space. I
don't know if the warp fuel was destroyed or stored somewhere. And if there
is any stored, it would be well guarded by the Ancients Shkah police."

Urland spoke up for the first time. "I was once one of the Ancients. They
think I am dead.  At the time of their takeover, rumor had it some of the
fuel was stored, but I was not high enough in the hierarchy to find where
if, indeed, the rumor was true. I was able to save a very important flier,
the one Rikers flew here today—but one man can only do so much."

The more Rikers talked to Scooter and the more both he and Urland saw of
the other boys, the more he liked and trusted them. The boys were smart and
they were brave.  They had to be to get this far.  Incredibly smart and
incredibly brave. They obviously had good rapport with each other. They had
to be able to work together to get as far as they got. Their long lost
colony of Inferno respected them. One of them had become the Meshanna of a
Hakaanen. That fact alone told the two men almost all they needed to know.

The men and Corrinna looked at their eyes and how they talked to each
other. They could see that some of them could easily become the Meshannas
of each other if their culture had such a thing. The leader, Douglas, who
had to be very strong to get them all this far, and the little blonde
haired boy doing the talking, were two boys who had the look between them
that almost all Meshannas had.

Rikers told the boys he needed to talk to his friends and family alone for
a moment. The Hakaanen men, women, and boys left the room and gathered in
the front room with the view of the old runway. They could see that the
fire in the old shuttle had almost burned out.

"I don't know about you, but I like them and I trust them.  I didn't at
first, but they have changed my mind" Rikers told them. "It's a shock to
find out that the Hakaanen are not the only intelligent beings in the
galaxy like we thought. But if we are going to have galactic visitors, I
can't think of better ones to have than those boys in the back room. I want
to know what you think. I truly believe they were sent here with a
purpose."

"I think the blond one doing all the talking for them is sooooooo sexy,"
Dralkan said, and the entire group laughed, including Trundall.  And, he's
the only one who doesn't have a strange looking penis, Dralkan thought.  It
was pretty obvious what Dralkan thought by just looking at his still rock
hard erection.

They agreed they liked and trusted the round-eared boys.  Like the Hakaanen
on Inferno, they could see that the Earth boys could help their cause. But
without warp fuel, the question was, how?

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The Shkah patrol was gathered inside the walls of the capitol
building. Their vehicles were ready and loaded with arms and supplies. In
the morning they would be leaving over the highway to the spaceport. The
highway had been kept in usable condition. Many of the Hakaanen had their
vacation homes near the lakes and in the forests surrounding Kana, the
capital city ,including at the spaceport. They went in their carriages and
carts pulled by unicorns.

Thraller surveyed his map. He looked at the roads going to and from the old
spaceport.  He had long suspected that many of the people making their
vacation homes in the vicinity of the spaceport were supporters of reviving
the old technology, which means they were not friends of the Ancients. He
looked at the old roads, trying to figure out if anybody was trying to hide
someplace near the spaceport where they would go.

Everything he observed pointed to the mountains in the west. There were
caves, old cabins, old mines, and other hiding places there. The map showed
only one road into that region of the mountains. He looked at the map and
checked out the connecting roads.

 He decided to play a hunch. He would take one of the vehicles and park it
off the mountain road for a few hours just in case his hunch was right. He
looked at the map again. He thought he had a good chance of being right.
He and his men were going to leave now and travel overnight. He wanted to
be hidden along the mountain road before anybody else had a chance to go
into the mountains.

As he rode shotgun in a truck being driven by a Shkah soldier, he thought
yet again about what he had observed at the crash site. Something wasn't
right with that crash. He was certain the rebels saw the shuttle as
something to help their cause, although he wasn't certain how it managed to
land on the decrepit runway. But he saw the shuttle differently.  They had
somehow fooled him and were probably feeling very confident right now. He
planned on using that confidence to destroy them.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Corrinna and her partner prepared a feast for the Earth boys. They were
pleased that the boys loved Hakaanen food, and were even more pleased as
they asked for seconds after cleaning their plates with gusto. None of the
six Earth boys missed the fact that Dralkan had sprung another erection.

"Is he always hard?" Jeremy whispered.

"He's thirteen," Alex chuckled. "What do you think?"

After dinner Rikers asked Scooter and Douglas about the boys who were still
on the starship.  Scooter answered his questions and told him how they
didn't answer their radio call after they landed. Rikers nodded. They are
just as smart as I thought they were, Rikers thought. They knew not to give
themselves and us away.

He told them how their own radios couldn't be detected by the Ancients, as
long as the broadcasts were short and sent directly to a single
receiver. He offered to let them send a quick message to their starship.

Douglas sent the message. "Hakaan to 'Paxton'. We are safe. Please don't
answer this.  We'll tell more later. Digi out."

They had agreed before the shuttle left that if Douglas called himself Digi
on a radio broadcast, then everything was okay.  The worried boys on the
"Paxton" all started breathing normally again. They didn't know what the
explosion meant, but they did know that their friends and lovers were safe.

The Earth boys were given rooms with beds. The old terminal had lots of
bedrooms.  The apartment owners were all part of the resistance against the
Ancients.

Mike and Alex had a room together. It had two beds, but they only needed
one bed. They had more than sleep on their minds. It wasn't long before
Mike found himself inside of his lover, Alex, pounding on his teen ass.

Jeremy and Travis shared another room. They started out in separate beds,
thinking of their own boy friends. But they both were tense as well as
horny. They needed to relieve the tensions and knew that their lovers
wouldn't mind their getting off with another member of what had become a
family. Jeremy came over to Travis's bed, and the two boys were soon
started on what would be two sessions of hot oral sex.

For Scooter and Douglas the story ended up being a little different.  They
were just getting ready for some lovemaking when there was a knock on their
door. It was Dralkan.

The Hakaanen boy was hard again, and he could see right away that the two
strange looking round-eared boys were too. He had been very nervous coming
up to the door. He hoped that since they had lived in one of the lost
Hakaanen colonies, they would look at sex the same way a Hakaanen boy like
himself would. He wasn't disappointed. Seeing the exotic penis without skin
on the dark-haired boy made him even more excited. He was happy that he had
Trundall's okay to have some fun.

"I'm really tired," Trundall lied. "But I reserve the right to join in some
other time."  Trundall knew that his Meshanna had been sexually fascinated
by the alien boys from the first moment he had seen them. He decided to
take a wait-and-see attitude when it came to sex with a different species.

Douglas and Scooter had both thought Dralkan was a very sexy Hakaanen
boy. He was a lot like Bandar, Laryar, and Perryska—sexy young teens who
turned on Douglas and Scooter as well as many of the other Earth boys. But
when they first saw him they were concerned with business. Now they looked
at the horny Hakaan teen, and serious business was the farthest thing from
their mind—it was now all about sexual business.

By the time the three boys fell asleep, naked and tangled together, Scooter
and Douglas had both drilled Dralkan's firm tight ass, giving him exactly
what he wanted. The three of them had each enjoyed a pair of orgasms during
their sexual play.

 Dralkan couldn't wait until morning came to tell Trundall that the
round-eared boys had no problem with sex, and were, in fact, excellent love
makers. He wondered if there would be a chance for all four of them to do
something in the future. Maybe he could even bring his little brother,
Shamene. The preteen thought that the round-eared boys were sexy. And he
was right, they were very sexy. Sucking the skinless cock of Dooglass had
been exotic, erotic, and oh so sexually hot. He was surprised that it was
common for the round-ears to have the skin cut off of their penises when
they were babies.

The round-ears even knew how to use his mane to give him overwhelming
erotic feelings. It was obvious he was not the first Hakaanen boy to have
sex with them. He wanted to learn more about their sexual adventures on the
lost colony.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When morning came Scooter, Douglas, and Dralkan were squeezed into the bed,
tight, cozy, and cuddled. They got up when Shamene came in without knocking
and told them breakfast was ready.

He looked at the three naked boys on the bed. "I know what you did," he
said smiling.  His little three-inch cocklet was very hard.

Dralkan threw his pillow at him. "Get lost and let us clean up!" Shamene
ducked the pillow and ran out of the room laughing. Scooter couldn't help
but admire the boy's pert little ass.

When everybody got to breakfast they sat down for some serious eating and
talking.  Rikers said he had a couple of ideas. But before he discussed
them they needed to get away from the spaceport. He didn't want to take the
flier. If the Ancients were suspicious, he didn't want them seeing it. By
now they had probably heard reports of its flight out of Kana, and he
didn't want the flier connected with the spaceport.  He was willing to risk
taking one of their vans, however. The roads were covered by spreading
trees and someone in a flier would have a hard time seeing them.

"Where are we going?" Scooter asked.

Rikers pointed to some mountains in the west. "Here. We take this road up
into the mountains. There are two mines up there where we have hidden a lot
of Hakaanen technology.  I think the exact thing we need to help you and us
is there just waiting for us."

The boys asked him for details, but he said they would learn about it when
they got to the mines. But for now they needed to prepare to leave right
away. He had a feeling the patrol that flew over would be back. Rikers
grinned as he watched the boys leaving the dining room. He knew where
Dralkan had spent the night. He smiled, wondering how long it would take
Trundall and Shamene to get involved with the round-ears. The fact that
Dralkan trusted the boys enough to have sex with them told Rikers he'd been
right to give them his trust.

The van could seat eleven in four rows of seats. With Urland, Norad,
Dralkan's sister, Rikers, the three Hakaanen boys, and the six Earth boys,
they were crowded. Eleven- year-old Shamene sat on Mike's lap and Scooter
sat on Travis's. He wanted to sit on Douglas's, but he knew he was too
close to his lover's weight to sit there for a long trip.  Still, feeling
Travis's dick up against his butt felt very good. Shamene felt the same
about the big boner pushing up against his ass.

They didn't pack anything except for food and water. Rikers said they would
have everything else they needed up at the old mine. The van pulled out
from the terminal.

Thraller had pushed his group all night. The two trucks had moved steadily
along the highway, which had been devoid of traffic. They switched drivers
every hour. It was just after dawn when they got to the junction with the
mountain highway. Thraller had the driver head up towards the
mountains. Thraller and some of his patrol knew the mountain highway pretty
well—they'd gone up there more than once trying to find rebel stashes in
the old mines, but without success. Thraller knew just the spot to meet
anyone trying to escape into the mountains.

The van turned off of the main highway and on to the road that led into the
mountains.  They drove until they got to the junction with the highway from
Kana. As Douglas looked east down that highway he thought something seemed
wrong, but didn't give it much thought. Soon they were driving along a
winding road up into the mountains.  Shamene said he needed to pee and
Rikers pulled over.

"Pee stop. Go now. Last stop until we get to the old mine," Rikers told
them.

The nine boys piled out. Mike, Travis, Scooter, Shamene, and Dralkan were
fighting boners. The road was rarely used and the boys had no problem
peeing along the side of the road. The Hakaan were never embarrassed about
their bodies and the Earth boys had learned to follow suit.

Douglas looked up the mountain road. Something still didn't seem right to
him, but he couldn't figure out what. They all got back onto the van and
continued up the mountain road.

Thraller and his patrol were parked off the road. They had a perfect view
of the mountain road below them.

"Why are you so sure they are coming up here?" one of the patrolmen asked.

"Because it is what I would do," Thraller answered. "The best places to
hide are here in this part of the mountains. In fact they are so good, we
still haven't been able to find them, so we will intercept them on their
way, instead. I think they figured their little trick would fool us for
longer than it did. They don't suspect we would beat them here."

"They would be riding a carriage or wagon anyway," the patrolman said.

"I wouldn't be too sure," Thraller replied.

Suddenly he saw motion. Thraller trained his binoculars on the highway and
saw a van climbing up the hillside. Just as he figured. The technology
below proved without a doubt that these were the rebels they had heard so
much about and feared. Now they were about to enter a trap.

The van kept climbing up the winding road, sometimes disappearing behind
the trees or cliffs then quickly reappearing. Thraller saw right below
them. They would be going around a rock overhang, then switching back, and
when they did, they would be coming right into his trap. He had the rebels
right where he wanted them. And if his suspicions were right, he would have
whoever was flying that shuttle too. He wasn't sure how they landed safely,
but somehow he was sure they had. Why else would they go to the spaceport
to land unless it was safe?

Thraller wheeled his truck out to block the road. The mountains were
quiet. I should be hearing the engine of the van, he thought. He was about
to start worrying when he heard the van coming around the turn. The noise
must have been blocked off by the rocks and trees.

Rikers steered the van around a turn when he saw the military truck
blocking the road.  There was nothing he could do. He hit the brakes hard
and came to a fast stop, kicking up rocks and dirt. They had just been
caught and he knew by whom. He was not surprised to see Thraller getting
out of one of the trucks—he was the only person working for the Ancients
who was smart enough to set this trap.

The patrolmen raised their laser rifles. Thraller walked up to the van. He
signaled Rikers to open his window.

"Well, well, Rikers," he smirked. "It certainly is a surprise meeting you
here."

Next: Starship

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