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Subject: Journal Entry 261 / 1024  [ Planetfall: Landing Day ]
Date: 12 Jun 1996 13:58:37 GMT
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Elenya, Hiss 18, 1024

    Aaden pressed his nose to the clear screen that separated us 
from the vacuum of space in such a typically childish manner that I 
almost had to laugh.  He'd been doing that on and off for the past 
three days, as if to reassure himself that yes, there really was a 
world down there, and it was just waiting for him to discover it.

    Actually, in a way it was.  We had spent the past three years 
space-time, two years real-time, to come nearly forty-eight hundred 
light years just so the botanists, including Aaden, could down and 
figure out just what made the planet below tick.  Nearly a decade 
ago the starship Shakespeare's Sister had discovered that the 
dramatically tectonic world below was covered in an interconnection 
of plantlife that in many ways resembled a neural network.  The 
botanists were just going berserk over the possibilities it 
represented to them.

    Of course, some people perceived my ordering the Pendorian 
expedition as something of an abuse of power, since my lover was 
ostensibly team leader of the science team going down to the 
planet's surface.

    "Commanders Kennet and Aaden Shardik, please report to the 
Captain's Office immediately."

    I tapped Aaden on the shoulder.  "Time to go."

    He nodded and rose.  The multispecies crowd parted easily to 
let us through; once we reached the SDisk it was just a quick 
crossing of the dramatically overlarge bridge to reach David's 
office.

    A study in it's owner, like many personal rooms.  Everything 
set low to accommodate the 150cms of height David had reached in a 
world that averaged 180.  Cluttered only with the small things that 
David had accumulated as reminders of his past life, as a merchant 
marine.  That hadn't been so long ago, less than three and half 
years.  A picture of his wife, not so coincidentally a grandchild 
of ours.

    I remembered the arguments David and I had had, both during the 
initial interview and several times on the voyage here about how 
this was a strictly political appointment.  I was glad to see that 
he was finally realizing that he was the Captain of this vessel.  
It was his command, whether or not I had anything to do with the 
ship's construction.

    He walked around the room, his hands clasped behind his back.  
He looked very rat-like, but then his parents were first-generation 
Terran Neorats, Neorattus Norvegicus Sapiens.  He looked like an 
overgrown brown rat, too, elongated just slightly to give him a 
more 'humanoid' appearance.  He turned and regarded us both.

    "It's come to my attention," he started, "That the two of you 
are both qualified trans-atmospheric pilots.  It was also mentioned 
to me, in passing, that both of you have recently completed nearly 
a hundred hours in the training simulators, programmed with the 
specifications for the kind of station lander we have on board."  
He stopped right in front of me.  "Now, I can understand your 
enthusiasm to get down to the planet's surface, you two.  But is it 
really necessary for you to be on the lander?"

    "We wanted to, sir.  We're enthusiastic and we're qualified."

    David sighed.  "Yes, yes, I know that.  But did you really have 
to ask Lance to drop hints my way regarding your attentiveness to 
training?"

    "Would you have noticed if I hadn't, sir?"

    "I suppose not.  I suppose I would have found an appropriate 
pilot from your team, Ken, one who is more experienced in this 
task, hmm?"  I kept my mouth shut.  "Very well.  Garenna and Narev 
have found a suitable site for the base camp.  You can get your 
briefing from your daughter down in Shuttlebay One.  She and 
K'Perea will accompany you down to the surface as security detail.  
Two cargo SDisks, four personnel SDisks, and four suits of Shirow 
will be loaded for the cargo lander.  Advise the bridge when you're 
ready to leave."

    I grinned.  "Yes, sir," Aaden said.

    "Oh, and which one of you suggested to Lance that he 'mention' 
your training 'in passing?'"

    Aaden spoke up.  "I did, sir."

    David picked up the book he'd been reading, a set of Journal 
Entries from the second century.  "Your lovers are right, Aaden.  
Never lie to people; you're bad at it."

    Aaden grinned, giving me a flick of his eyes.  "So I've been 
told, sir."
"Go on, get out of here, down to the conference room."  He pointed 
at us as we left.  "And don't crack up my lander."

    Still grinning around the corners of his muzzle, Aaden led the 
charge out of David's office.  "Race you," he said, jumping on the 
SDisk which took him all the way across the ship to the 
Shuttlebays.

    Reaching the SDisk, I stopped.  "Let him wait," I grinned to 
myself quietly, stepping onto the SDisk and teleporting back to the 
residential level.

    When I got there he was leaning up against the door and talking 
to Rainy excitedly.  I caught up to him and tapped him on the 
shoulder.  "Gotcha!" I said.

    He swept me off the floor and into his arms, kissing me hard.  
I tried to say something but ended up only mumbling.  Finally, he 
put me down.  "Now then," he said, "What took you so long?"

    I whistled.  Malthus came charging down the hallway, his tongue 
hanging out of his mouth as usual.  Aaden looked at me, looked at 
Malthus, then said "You brought the dog?"

    "Why not?" I asked.  "When was the last time someone let him 
out?"

    Aaden chuckled.  "I suppose," he said.  "And what were you 
trying to say when I was kissing you?"

    "I was trying to say that we are on duty, and we are supposed 
to be getting a briefing, and not in front of the children!"

    He laughed, and so did the young femTindal standing in the 
doorway.  "I'm used to it," she said.  "Come in and I'll show you 
the layout."  The screen behind her came to life; interfaced with 
it the biocybernetics already implanted in my head gave me a 
powerful, three-dimensional view of the planet from overhead, 
rendered in impeccable detail.  "This is where we've chosen; it's 
going to be our 'zero' on the longitudinal maps, and it's only 
about a three hundred klicks south of the equator.

    "We've chosen this location because it's a large, open plain 
suitable to hosting our entire science party plus whatever other 
parties arrive from Terra and Wisdom and whatever, at least 
according to our last intelligence reports."

    I nodded.  Many of the half-dozen or so starships estimated to 
be headed this way were smaller, joint projects between 
universities.  The first one estimated to get here was a UCLA-led 
team, probably in cryo.  They, like we, would spend three and a 
half years making the trip, the catch being that under Ohadi drive 
it only took two years on the "outside"; inside, it still took 3 
years no matter what we did.  We had decided early on that, as a 
scientific program, this was going to be a shared project; we 
merely wanted to get here first and assume the first knowledge 
collected.

    "Also, it's less than an hour from the ocean by subsonic 
transport, and the Dolphins are going to love that.  So your second 
job, after setting up the landing SDisks, will be to put a 
networked quad here, on the beach.  We'll transport those down to 
you after you get the first quad rigged up."

    We nodded.  "Aaden?" she asked.  "Are you ready?"

    "I'm reviewing the meteorology," he said, his eyes half-
focused.  "I don't think there'll be a problem.  Let's get moving."

    We dissembled.  Out in the shuttlebay K'Perea, Rainy's coimelin 
of many centuries, was busily loading the last of our four 
customized suits of powered armor into the back of the 
shuttlecraft.  After giving Perry a requisite and very 
unprofessional hug, I took my seat in the co-pilot's chair and 
began going down the preflight checklist, making sure that 
everything was in its place and there was a place for everything.  
The two fusion plants on board were ticking over in a casual 
holding pattern, and I flared each one briefly to make sure the 
deuterium feeds worked fine.  They did.

    Aaden walked into the control cabin, followed by Malthus.  I 
watched him as he lay a thick towel on the floor for the huge 
Newfie, then casually strapped himself into his chair, as always 
enjoying the sight of his large and muscular body, covered in a 
layer of fine but densely-packed black fur, the thin white stripe 
running from the top of his muzzle and down his back to over his 
broad, bushy tail, only a small  portion of him hidden under the 
loose shorts he wore.  He gave me that grin that says "I know 
you're letching at me again," and I returned it, giving him a 
thumbs-up as well.  He nodded.  "Control, we are ready for 
elevation."

    "Copy, Shuttlecraft Niven.  We are evacuating and elevating 
now."

    Pumps whined in the distance as the air was removed from the 
shuttlebay; the sound became more and more faint as the air 
carrying it was slowly deleted from the intervening space until the 
only sensation came through the material of the floor, the 
elevator, and the shuttlecraft body.  Slowly the platform the 
shuttle rested on elevated to the ceiling, in which a hole irised 
open, allowing us to 'rise' to the underside of the Rat's Inquiry.

    Aaden fingered a button softly, and a soft >spang< rang through 
the inside of the ship.  "Control, we are physically uncoupled."

    "Copy, Niven.  Magnets are set fifty north."

    "Thank you, Control," Aaden replied.  "Going to one-plus until 
twenty meters."  Aaden touched another button, and in the platform 
the six electromagnets that until a second ago had been gripping 
the feet of the shuttlecraft suddenly found themselves opposed by 
six electromagnets in the vessel's feet, each set same-pole-to-
pole.  Computers chatted animatedly between themselves, calculating 
just how powerful each of the six magnets in the Niven had to be to 
make sure it was pushed away from the Rat's Inquiry without a 
sudden and annoying loss of attitude control.  The shuttlecraft was 
moving at one meter per second at twenty meters, just as Aaden had 
desired.  We waited patiently as the clock ticked by until we were 
five hundred meters away from the ship, then Aaden opened up the 
fusion drives and we were suddenly headed towards the planet's 
surface.  He flashed me a smile.

    "Hello, Control, this is Niven.  I have independent control."

    "Copy, Niven.  Good flight."

    The flight was "good" only in that it was characteristically 
boring.  We already knew that the surface of the world had a very 
breathable atmosphere as far as we were concerned, so there was 
nothing distinguishing this landing from that of any other.  Well, 
the only telemetry we had was coming from overhead, with no ground 
control at all, but we didn't care very much about that.  The 
landing was singularly unexciting by itself.

    The view outside was stunning, though; the grass was green, the 
sky was blue and clear, the mountains at the far end of this huge 
plain were snowcapped.  On one of the mountains a cloud had struck 
the summit and appeared to be tearing itself apart.

    After checking the preliminary life-support statistics outside, 
we stepped onto the ground of this new and alien world.  "There it 
is, Aaden," I said, gesturing widely with my arm.  "An entire world 
of new botanical species for you to take apart as you see fit."  A 
sudden, tiny pain hit my arm, and I slapped at it.  "And not a few 
insects," I said, opening my palm.  It had eight legs, a segmented 
body of overlapping plates, and dark, almost leathery wings.  It 
was a strange looking beast, needless to say.

    Malthus took to the new world instantly.  He literally charged 
out of the shuttlecraft and was soon running around trying to catch 
those bugs. "Did you bring a scoop?" Aaden chuckled.  I reached 
into the shuttle and pulled out the drone in question, opening the 
protective covering, activating the 'on' switch and tossing it into 
the air.  It immediately went after Malthus, waiting for the dog to 
do the dirty deed.

    The two fems accompanying us took their task immediately; Aaden 
and I had barely had a chance to look around when we heard the 
whine of powered armor being started up.  "Come on, you slowpokes, 
stop watching the dog," Perry said into her microphone, "We've got 
a camp to establish."

    Aaden sighed and shook his head.  "Business first, I suppose," 
he said softly and climbed back into the lander to put on his own 
suit of Shirow.  We began unpacking the two enormous cargo SDisks 
and the four smaller personnel SDisks.  The personnel were easy to 
set up; they were just two small segments, halves, that had to be 
locked together to form one complete section.  The two huge cargo 
SDisks consisted of 32 segments each, and had to be arranged 
precisely to make sure the transporter field generated by each one 
would be complete.  

    It's always been on of our greatest technologies, 
teleportation, but it's limited in that we don't have a functioning 
aportation system.  SDisk technology requires that there be a 
transmitter and a receiver.  I don't pretend to know how it works, 
but I understand the limitations of it. 

    The SDisk is an 'extended two-dimensional shell' transceiver.  
It extends a shell from the surface of the SDisk transceiver to 
encompass the object that needs to be transported.  The object 
doesn't even need to be in physical contact with the SDisk; the 
shell can be wrapped around the item if it's suspended above the 
SDisk.  The catch being that the amount of power required to create 
this transposition of matter is directly proportional to the square 
of its distance from the surface of the SDisk itself.  Basic 
calculus; the sum total of the square of the length of every line 
segment between every point in the object and the surface of the 
transmitter, plus the same calculation for the receiver.  Usually 
that energy is calculated based on perpendiculars to the plane, but 
a SDisk can handle objects not directly over it (hence, the 
capacity of transporting objects with a larger minimum cross-
section than the surface of the SDisk.).  Since nothing can be 
'perfectly flush' with something else, there is always some energy 
involved with transfer, but liquids and gasses are so nearly 
capable that the power required by the SDisk is minimal, barely 
above the minimum maintenance power of the field generator.  
Transporting raw electrons, i.e. electricity, is just as cheap.  
It's tall, solid things that give the SDisks conniptions.

    But, it is theoretically possible for a single SDisk to take an 
object at a given range and transport it somewhere else.  The 
Corrane field generators will only tolerate so much power, though, 
before they blow up.  So we rarely use them that way.  Besides, the 
range on these ground transceivers is significantly less than 
surface-to-geosynch.

    "I have a positive on number two," Rainy sang out.

    "I've got the same on three," Perry replied. 

    "Hello, Inquiry, we're ready for the test."

    "Copy, Commander Shardik.  Test one."  In a few short seconds, 
all six SDisks had a small empty cargo box resting on each one.  
"Test complete."

    "They're 'go,' Inquiry."

    "Thank you, Commander."

    "Now then," Aaden said.  "Rainy, Perry, can I ask a favor of 
you two?"

    Over the radio I heard Rainy come back with "Of course, Aaden.  
We'll complete the setup on our own."

    "What's this abOW!" I said as Aaden's Shirow tackled mine, 
tossing me against the restraints.  He hoisted my suit, with me in 
it, over his head and started running for a set of low, gentle 
hills a short distance off.  Combat training to gain orientation 
took over, and pretty quickly I had a good picture of what was 
going on.  In less than five minutes Aaden had us well out-of-sight 
of the rest of the shuttle.

    "What are you doing?" I asked as he dumped my armor onto the 
ground.

    "Out of your suit, Ken," he growled softly.

    "Aaden..."

    "Out of your suit, now," he growled again, a little more 
intensely.

    Carefully, I opened the buckles and snaps that held me in the 
Shirow's impact harness, slowly freeing myself from mechanisms that 
held me tight.  I sent commands downline that shut off almost all 
the manual controls in the cramped cabin, took off the control 
headband and cracked the forward hatch, slowly climbing out.  
Taking another deep breath of fresh air, I stood up, looking at the 
four-meter tall suit that towards over me.  Aaden's not a Shirow 
driver the way Rainy is, not the way I've been taught.  But even 
so, looking up at that suit like that gave me a small thrill of 
fear.  I could hear the small gyro-sensors whirring within it.  
"Good," he said softly.  "Now open up a channel inside your suit.  
Network it to me."

    I reached down back into the cabin, having to bend over in 
places to reach the protective panels that covered the controls.  I 
flipped the 
switches he had requested and backed off.  "Good," his voice came 
over the external speaker on the suit.  "Stand back, Ken."

    Taking his advice, I stepped down onto the grass and backed 
away from my own suit slowly.  It stood up, ponderously facing the 
other suit.  They seemed to stare at each other, and while I 
watched them I barely noticed the sound behind me of someone 
creeping up behind me.  Before I could even shift mental gears and 
turn around to see who it was, a hand slid up under my hair and 
closed down tight.  "Hello, lover," Aaden growled softly.  "We're 
going to play a little game."

    "Aaden," I moaned softly, going limp.  He loves my hair; it 
make me weak and it makes me ready in one simple gesture.

    He laughed darkly.  "We're going to be the first mels to fuck 
on this new world, Ken.  You and me."  Already my knees were 
buckling under me, and soon I was going to be falling to them.  He 
pulled downwards, making that fall come even faster.

    With me on my knees, Aaden walked around me until he was 
standing in front of me.  He wore a pair of loose shorts made of 
some slick and smooth cloth, which he gestured towards.  "Open 
them."

    "Aaden..." I gasped.  My head swam with a mixture of lust and 
responsibility.

    "You know I hate repeating myself," he snarled softly, pulling 
back on my hair, bending over slightly as he did.  "Open my shorts, 
Ken."

    I opened the clasp, slowly working my way down five snaps.  
Then I pulled them down.  He released my hair and tugged on my 
shirt.  I raised my hands over my head and he pulled my shirt off.  
"We can't have the insects bothering us," he observed.  I heard a 
soft whirring, and then the air filled with tiny, tight beams of 
light.  Aaden had programmed the lasers on the Shirow to shoot the 
insects out of the air!

    "Only if they get too close," Aaden said, answering a question 
that hovered in my brain.  "Which means if they miss we risk the 
run of getting burned."  He chuckled lightly.  "You trust your 
hardware, don't you, Ken?"

    I looked up at my love and master, smiling.  "Yes, sir," I 
said.

    "Good," he grinned down at me.  "Now then, since we're here for 
a purpose, get to it.  Kiss my balls, Ken."

    I crawled forward and pressed my face against his legs, kissing 
his ballsac softly, opening my mouth and feeling their furry, 
slightly wrinkled texture against my lips.  My heart beat faster in 
anticipation. 
  "That's it," he growled.  I opened my mouth fully, actually 
taking one of his balls into my mouth and rolling my tongue around 
it.  He shifted his weight back and forth on his feet slowly, and I 
rolled with him, kissing and sucking on his balls.  "That's it," he 
repeated, his voice soft and appreciative.  "Now move up and kiss 
my sheath.  Make me hard, Ken, make me ready for you."

    I raised my head to his pendulous sheath, kissing the opening 
where already his cock was starting to peek out.  I slowly wrapped 
my mouth around his sheath; soon he would be far too large for me 
to hold all of his cock in just my mouth, but at the moment his 
sheath alone was small enough for me.  I stroked back and forth, 
feeling his cock pulse against my tongue as it grew progressively 
harder.  It slid out of its sheath, and soon was pressing against 
the back of my throat.  I felt myself slowly pushed away from him 
by his growing cock, but I ran my tongue over his thick shaft as 
much as I could, kneeling before my lover and worshipping his cock 
as a good penitent should.  He growled appreciatively.  Out of the 
corner of my eye, every once in a while, I would see a bright 
streak of light that would terminate far too close to us for 
comfort.

    Determined to show Aaden just how much I wanted him, how much I 
always wanted him, I pressed forward, concentrating, ignoring the 
signals from my throat as I slowly sucked him down, opening my 
mouth further to accommodate the fur and added thickness of his 
musteline sheath.  I felt the fur tickle the top of my mouth, and 
pressed further; the enormous reality of my lover's cock progressed 
down my throat until I had buried my nose in the fur of his belly.

    He hissed loudly.  "Ken," he gasped.  "Gods, your throat is so 
tight... too tight..."  I slowly backed off until the head was in 
the back of my throat and not down it.  His body shook as I sucked 
on him, and he placed his hand on top of my head and slowly pushed 
me away.  "Take off your pants, Ken."

    I did as I was ordered without standing up, removing my 
clothing and tossing it aside.  "Good," he said.  "Now the shirt."  
That went too.

    He walked around behind me and, placing his hand on the back of 
my neck, eased me down onto my hands and knees.  He pushed further.  
"All the way down, Ken.  Face to the grass."

    "Sir," I complained.

    "All the way," he growled menacingly.  I complied, folding my 
arms 
and resting my head against them.  "Spread your legs."

    I felt completely exposed, and well I should; naked, in the 
middle of a wide-open field, my legs spread apart, my cock dangling 
hard between my legs and my face pressed against the grass.  The 
air buzzed with insects, none of them landing on me thanks to the 
criss-crossing of hot yellow lasers picking them out of the air.  
Aaden stepped away from me, leaving me alone.  I burned with my 
desire for him, for him to fuck me.  But he backed far away from 
me, and I felt more vulnerable than ever.

    Then he returned, chuckling.  "You got soft while I was gone," 
he said, batting at my balls, making me wince and whimper with 
pain.  "Not that it was important for you to be hard," he said.

    He knelt behind me, his claws streaking along my back casually.  
"You know how hot I think you look like this," he said.  "You're 
such a slut, Ken, and now you're going to get what you desire 
most."

    I kept my mouth shut.  His hand slowly caressed my ass.  The 
wind picked up slightly, blowing my hair across my face.  I felt 
his cock against my ass, feeling him aim.  "Get ready," he said.

    Always ready, I waited.  He pressed slowly and firmly, ignoring 
any protests from either my voice or my asshole.  His cock pressed 
hard against my hole, and suddenly he shoved his way in.  My body 
shook at the violation, my sphincter spasming around his cock.  He 
grabbed my hips and sank in deep; I felt my insides giving way to 
his familiar tool.

    "Yeah," he growled softly as his hips pressed against my butt, 
his cock hitting bottom and making me groan again with pain.  
"You're tight today," he said, slowly withdrawing his cock and then 
shoving it deep again.  "You're good," he sighed.  He pulled his 
cock almost all the way out, then stopped completely.  "Get ready 
for a ride," he said.

    He placed both hands on my hips, grabbing firmly.  Then he 
pulled, sinking his cock in fast, then pushing, pulling, pushing, 
fucking!  I moaned as his cock barreled through my guts, ravishing 
me as he used me.  I gasped and moaned, twisting underneath him but 
wishing he would never stop.  His relentless strength pistoned his 
cock in and out of me, the friction scouring my asshole, torturing 
my insides, and sending me to those heights of violated pleasure I 
received only from my beloved Aaden.  With every thrust his fur 
pressed against my skin, tickling, and even that little touch added 
to my pleasure.

    "I'm getting there, Ken," he growled.  "I'm coming!" he 
shouted, forcing his cock even deeper into me, fucking me 
violently, powerfully to the very end as his cock shot semen into 
my guts.

    As he slid out, my legs collapsed underneath me and I fell to 
the ground completely, my body splayed out.  I couldn't control my 
muscles and my body trembled violently, tears falling from my eyes.  
I was softly crying, as I always did when he was that rough with 
me.  But inside I felt wonderful, I felt good and whole, satisfied.  
I slowly turned over too look at Aaden, and he was toweling his 
cock off.  "You went and got a towel?" I asked.

    "Of course I went to get a towel," he said.  "You were 
particularly messy today, Ken.  I also went to get lube, too."

    "Any blood?" I asked.

    "Not that I saw," he said, leaning over and kissing my cheek.  
"Thank you."

    I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.  "Oh, 
Aaden, you silly Meph you.  Like I would ever tell you not to!"

    He held me tight and the two of us sat there, grasping each 
other tightly.  Lasers winked around us, still killing the bugs 
that tried to get and him and I, and we ignored them as we held.  
"Come on," Aaden whispered, "We promised the dolphins an offshore 
site."

    I giggled and grabbed the towel from him, cleaning off my ass 
and cock... much to my surprise, I apparently had come while he 
fucked me, and when I had collapsed I had lain down in the puddle 
of come I had created.  "This thing is a biohazard," I said, 
holding up the towel afterwards by one corner.

    "Then toss it in a sample bag and come on," he chuckled.  We 
dressed, climbed back into the Shirows and headed back towards 
camp.  We found the shuttle surrounded by people in Shirows and 
Starks, unloading cargo from the SDisks and setting up camp.  
Malthus, wisely leery of people in four-meter suits of metal and 
ceramic, had chosen to hide under the shuttle.

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