Roanoke Colony - Rashomon's Legacy

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"This is fucking bullshit and you know it." The Master Sergeant growled into the comm as she slammed her fist into the solid panel. She was a fucking warrior, not a glorified babysitter being forced to check on the rugrats in her care.

"Those are your orders, Take a team of Arts and check on the colony. Make sure those eggheads did not fuck something up, and if they did, evac them to the Gibson facility and make sure they stay alive and healthy. Understood?" The Colonel growled back with the righteous fury of someone with more rank than her.

"Yes sir!" she saluted the screen, because, well he could see her out of uniform, in barely existing nightwear, having woken her up with orders directly from the Commonwealth Council.

The screen shifted to now printing out her authorizations and orders, though one document was sealed, a set of very optional orders, to be followed in case shit hit the fan.

She shut the comm screen off, rose, stretched and walked through her room in the barracks. She passed her subordinates who saluted her, even if she was not in uniform. It was a well known and absolutely followed unwritten rule that if you see her out of uniform, stay clear of her, stay respectful of her, and the most important of all, there better be some fucking coffee making her Hi Kitten mug hot waiting for her. Failure to follow those codes, will result in you scrubbing space algae off of the waste disposal chute outside the Garrison station, with your toothbrush, in the direct light of the pink sun. In your underwear and wearing a sign denoting your lack of sexual prowess.

"PRIVATE Peaboda!" She shouted as the mousy woman in a fuzzy bathrobe rushed to her side with a steaming cup of the good shit. The kind of good coffee that God himself would keep in stock for a bad morning. The coffee she made was the stuff of legend. Supposedly in the agricultural lab was five coffee trees that would be where the coffee came from. Anyone lucky enough to get a mug of the good shit was either in her favor, or did something epic. The last mug handed out was to a fresh minted private who guarded a bomb with her life, until she was warped away seconds before the bomb detonated.

The wiry woman earned a steaming mug of perfection awesome. Sadly it would be her last. Next mission would see the end of the private's life, in heroic fashion. She was tending to a fallen squad mate, while holding her position against many enemies. When the clean up team and the strike force found her, she was dead with wounds from many, many different weapons. But the huge pile of enemy bodies ranged in the hundreds. Her name was immortalized in the Garrison on the wall of fame. She would have joked about it, if she was alive to see it. But she was buried with honors, and her family at home was given a huge stipend for her bravery.

"I need a transport and dropship prepared to depart at 0645, and I need four combat search an rescue ARTS geared up ready to leave. Also, I need the usual bastards to squad up on standby, you will run point for me. Understood?" She barked, her sense of delicacy did not wake up until 0700, and its 0339.

"Yes ma'am!" Peaboda said as she runs off to do her job. Super early mornings were not rare. Infact it is rare around the garrison to get a full night's sleep. She sipped the blessed brew as she looks over the automated load out for the mission. She would shower in her office, since her rank gave certain perks, and would be suited up and ready to go. She grabbed the sorry excuse for a breakfast from the canteen and board the UCS Haephestus. Something did not sit well with her about this mission, and it was not the artificial food she just ate.

The ship departed as she sat in a foul mood. At first she was supposed to meet up with some Commonwealth lapdog, get the situation from him and then coordinate a full search of the station for the killer or killers. However, she paused with a delicious smile on the name of her point of contact.

Detective John Parke.

The name made her pause, and if she was not wearing moisture absorbing gear, she would need a panty change. He was her sexual kryptonite, the one man in the whole fucking universe that could use her body as he pleased without dying for the effort. In basic he was her rival for the top marks, then the bitter rivalry turned sexual quickly. She just had to fuck him. She needed to dominate him, own him, and eventually surpass him. But life rarely worked that way, and it was he who owned her.

The memory of their first fuck still reddens her cheeks. And she has seen war. His body bringing her to heel, she begging for more, and that cock. That damnable cock, was the best she has ever had since. No one else has come even close to rocking her world like he did. Not that she fooled around much, the last fuck was just some girl on girl with a strap on with Peaboda. No, she was a dedicated bitch for Parke. No one else could match him at any given time. Yes, she wanted just Parke. He was a man among boys. He had that cold edge that sent nice shivers through her body. His intensity was unmatched. Once he got started, he would not stop until the mission's end.

And now was a chance for another roll in the hay.

She could not wait.

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The artificial sun was growing nicely, as it was stabilizing. Below the station, a planet was now forming an atmosphere, the Commonwealth's greatest investment, experiment and and ultimately the culmination of centuries of research, the ability to create systems where there was nothing but dark, empty space. The Roanoke was slated for upgrade, because the process was streamlined now, to where it took decades to build a habitable system, now takes months. This sector was just empty with no strategic value to anything. The closest inhabited planet was a full quadrant away.

She looked bored. She was a mid level scientist, on the skeleton crew, as the majority of the crew was away, on their mandated vacation. Normally she would take a cold nap until they return, as the station really did not need anyone to do its job. The millions of colonists were in cold sleep, and those who were preparing to go planetside were in their beds, sleeping, in the residential district of the station.

That funny itch hit her. She moved to a control panel, the security camera, which was needing repair could not see what she was doing. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. This was her secluded office. The yellow light flashed as the station fired rockets loaded with ice, made from pure water. The huge rockets would kick start the process of introducing water to the planet. She thought of him. She opened the secret stash she kept, after exploring every inch of this office.

She found the perfect boredom killer. A toy that was a proven joy, one that would make this shift very interesting.

Him. Recently came aboard, had drifted into her life again, just as he did when she was a fresh university research assistant. That time, he saved her from a crazed stalker, stealing data to sell to escape a huge gambling debt, had killed four other assistants to cover his tracks. That day in the simulated rain, he held her close. The smell of him, his cologne and the ozone smell of his gun as he fired, taking down her would be killer.

She started rubbing her slit with the toy, losing herself to the fantasy she built around the man, his arms strong, she was weak, melting in his grasp. Her panties soaked as his blaster proof coat kept her dry and close to him. She was horny, and safe. If he wanted to take her at that moment, she would or could not resist. Her lust even reached the dangerous level of "Let him breed me." She would toss her life away just for a taste of the ecstasy his cock would drive into her, hard, deep and with long strokes.

Soon she was a slick mess. Her orgasm had her screaming loud enough to alert the security bots, who came to check on her. Finding that she was okay, they left her alone, marking the event as a minor issue. She pulled up the security feed, to track his movements in the residential district, as the security personnel were investigating a scene, the body covered. Whatever was going on with the regular workers did not concern her, as she lived and worked in the Science and research department.

The Military ship docking did concern her. She was technically in charge as the regular crew with the station's chief scientist was away. She watched the squad walk with the precision of a group that lived and breathed efficiency.

This was not going to be good.

And of course she would be blamed for any trouble. That is why she suspected she was left in charge. She watched the military woman step off the ship, followed by the rest of her squad. She is barking orders to her crew, as she walks up to the terminal, to pull up a map of the station. The screen shows Parke's room. Of course he is not in it, he was looking into the murder that happened last night.

Not that she wanted to be involved, she was a bookworm, not a detective, and the labor union rep was not exactly loved by the higher ups either. She was a ball busting bitch of the highest order. The last time she spoke with the woman, had made her wish for a catastrophic decompression of the sector of the station they were talking in. The woman made it clear her first day that the only thing she cared about was the workers, and making sure they were paid fairly, and fed properly.

The rep seemed to be working under the delusion that we were using human labor. There were only five humans working. The rest of the work was automated, and even then, no one was working until the planet stabilized with a breathable atmosphere. The most work being done was mining of dark asteroids near by. And even then it was not very profitable, as the rare minerals were very scarce.

She watched the detective leave the crime scene and decided to try and beat the military woman back to his room.

Again, things not working out, as she was now in the same elevator as the military woman heading to the same place. A discussion of who outranked who began, and also ended as his door slid open, revealing a man in his boxer shorts and two now very excited ladies.

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"Fucking hell." Detective Parke said as he puffed on his real cigarette, earning a ten credit fine. The body under the sheet was fucking ruined. A once pretty union representative, reduced to human shredded meat. Who ever did this to her, was really, really, ungodly really pissed off at her.

It was not done by hand. Too clean, too neat. This was done by a machine. He rubbed the back of his neck, the feeling of being watched was gnawing at him, trying to distract him from his task at hand. He held rank in the Commonwealth's security forces, still had rank in the military, and was basically a P.I. on the governments payroll. So when he was ordered to jump to this god forsaken empty sector to investigate the many conflicting rumors of mutiny, cult sacrificial murders, psychotic criminal gangs and human trafficking, he did not expect much, much less this.

An officer led him to the machine that did that. He looked over the station's equipment manifest, and this particular machine was not in the logistical records. This was smuggled aboard. The machine was the Commonwealth's answer to pollution. It was designed to break down wastes of any kind to base molecules, then those molecules could be reformed into something useful. Not a pretty process, especially if used on living matter. He activated the machine's terminal, to find what was forcibly ripped from her was converted to platinum. Why? the thing did not know. How could it know? But it did know. At some point the control AI had asked why it was killing a person. Normally, the machine would completely shut down if a person or living being stepped into is many beams, stopping the process.

But it did ask why, but its memory chips were fucked. Looks like someone did not want the machine to out them. Poor machine, did not deserve this.

The simulated rain started to fall, as the body was loaded into the coroner's vehicle, and the blood was cleaned up. He decided to take his show back to the guest wing, to his room, where he could think and work.

He was in a fresh dry pair of boxers, when a small commotion outside made him wearily look at the door. The sounds outside sounded more like a rank dick waving battle than a polite disagreement.

It has been an hour since the military transport docked. Now the acting chief scientist, who looked like the college girl I rescued from a case a few years ago, and the military woman, whom he definitely knows. The hot headed battle lady, who loved to compete in advanced training. She was fun, and sexy, but now held a rank two bumps lower than the one he held now.

The day was ending, and the ladies wanted answers. Not even giving him a chance to dress, he pulls out a bottle hidden in his work bag. Dinner for three was delivered, and he poured three glasses of straight from Earth scotch for them to drink while talking and eating. But things never work out as planned, and after half an hour of eating and talking, he was in bed with both women fucking their ever lovin' brains out.

Nothing about this case made any sense. He sat up, and fished a smoke out of the pack he kept on his bed table. The murders seem random, but all of them were connected by an unseen thread. First it was one of the workers, who was reduced to a pile of matter, found on shift inside a control room for the mining drones. The second body was a space hooker, brought to the station to service the first victim, but she was found completely dehydrated, and the autopsy revealed she was not only dried out, but completely devoid of any traces of magnesium.

And now the crime lab had sent him the report that latest victim was infact torn to shreds, while having her minerals removed. Someone was stealing the very building block nutrients from the victims, but he could not see why. I mean all of the nutrients could be obtained easily, with very little effort something did not add up.

A ding, another ten credit fine for smoking, and then after going through recent reports, something stuck out. A report about a missing artifact found in the asteroid field. Apparently a scientist found a tablet that gave off weird energy signals, and later it was stolen from the research lab. And another report details the forced retirement of an older scientist, the same one that found the tablet. I started to see the connection, as I read the report that the language on the tablet was of unknown origin.

But he had seen enough bogus languages in his line of work to know that the tablet was a farce. He could not pin down a translation, but it in itself was mismatched hodgepodge of many dialects. But the theme of it was easily understood. It was instructions to build a machine. What for? who knew? But needing minerals found in the human body was a nice touch.

The station's crew roster still included the old scientist, but list him as inactive. It seems like he was exiled to an unused wing of the station, to be left alone to his devices. But something felt off about the situation. he started to think hard about things, when the station's alarms went full bore.

"Not going to be easy, huh?" he said to himself, as he dressed. He watched as the first escape pod launched, full of people. Now felt right to leave, as the sounds of blaster fire and unearthly howls. screams and more were growing louder in the hall.

"Get up, and get dressed!" he shouted as he drew his blasters, and the combat assault blaster from his bag.

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Everything was ready. The Key was made, and now the ultimate power in all of creation was within the decrepit old man scientist's hands. Years of research and ridicule built up to this moment. In a few short moments he would be more powerful than God himself.

He watches the detective, the soldier and scientist making love with disdain. Soon the universe will have no need for such frivolities, as he will destroy it and rebuild it in his image. The dark stone tablet hovering in suspension pulses with power. It was the only surviving relic from a civilization that predates even the oldest known society by a million or so years.

It existed once in this vast void, planets transformed into efficient, almost machine like forms, no room for individuality, no arts to distract them from their ultimate goal: to eradicate chaos. Their whole society was unified in their singular goal to remove all chaos from the universe, and were blinded to the cold hard truth that chaos exists because creation itself is a perpetual chaos machine.

What the evil doctor did not know, as he flipped the switch to activate the device he was guided to build, was that the civilization was a joke. The planets that once existed where the empty space is now, were destroyed by hubris and an unstable sun going full super nova. The machine activated, and then.....

Nothing.

Well not absolutely nothing, it did beep. Then promptly died. The tablet was left not to help bring something long gone back, but as a prank for anyone who found it. But in the few seconds the machine did work, unknown to anyone, but it started to trigger a space-time ripping burst.

Little did the mad scientist know, but what he did, before he was devoured by creature that only existed long enough to kill him, was that his actions would speed up the building of a system, completely man made.

And as all life fled from his eyes, he realized that he done fucked up and wasted his life.

I would be a fully Earth year before anyone would figure out what happened. All that remains now is a system, with habitable planets, and a debris field from what is left of the station. No one would figure out that this was an elaborate prank left by a very bored and long dead alien, as an experiment to see if anyone would fall for the trick.

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Not even an hour into the cool down sleep time after the marathon fuck session, the alarms all over the station flared to life. The soldier was getting calls to her wrist comm, her unit was pinned down guarding the transport from something the other soldiers could not adequately describe. Scientist gets a call from some panicked androids, the station is now about to be phased into a massive asteroid.

Planets are phasing into reality, and just as quickly vanish. The detective gets up as he gathers his things.

"Ladies, I suggest we shake ass and get the fuck out of here."

He finished packing, his wrist comm chimed off, having copied the entire station's database. The only one to stick with him at this point was the scientist, who was as lost as he was as to what to do next.

He navigated the maze of corridors, fighting one hostile, then a small group, and then just one. He made his way to the berth when the path to his ship was full of the creatures leaving him no choice but to fight. And fight he did, as it became a slug fest with him at a disadvantage, due to the sheer numbers of monsters pouring into the station. He reloaded fresh energy cells into the guns and then he charged into the fray as monsters were already charging him.

He fired his guns, at menacing creatures that would given even the most hardened cosmic horror the willies. His goal was his ship, the Hestia, which was the upgrade from his old Hermes, which finally bit the dust, leaving him stranded on a casino station. He clears the path to his berth as escape ships were launching, heading to the nearest colony. He had to stop looking outside the huge windows, as the scene was shifting in mind baffling ways.

He reached the berth, and grabs the scientist, and has to throw her inside, narrowly avoiding watching her become dinner for a black and purple snake like creature. Three shots from his blasters brought it down. He climbs in, and soon the sleek ship was hauling ass as far as the fuel reserves would take it.

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These fucking monsters. She cursed as the standard issued heavy bolter was eating energy like a fat kid at a cake buffet. She tossed it aside, the barrel was now melted to uselessness. She ducked into the transport, fingering the box under her seat.

She stepped outside, and rained hell upon these creatures that are just appearing. The super bolter, a war crime to use on the battlefield, sang a beautiful tune of death and destruction as bodies started to clog the tunnel to the transport. Monsters were ripping through the corpses to clear the blockage, only to end up added to the pile.

Just one more hour with him. Since basic training, he always dampened her panties just by existing near him. His unwavering confidence, his lack of the dude bro mentality, and the perfect blending of man, soldier and lover. When he was chosen for the special forces, she was both sad and happy. Happy for him to gain such honor, but sad that their paths in the military would separate them for years. Once in a blue moon he would be on a training mission, near her, and of course they fucked.

She was not passive about her desires. She did not play the horny bitch games other women seemed to enjoy. The fastest way to getting her pussy stuffed with his thick cock was to be direct, upfront and honest with him. Show up, be naked, hold booze and something to snack on later. Simple was the best route to being fucked silly.

Now she watched his ship head to probably the next quadrant over, which made her smile for a moment too long, as she gave the order for her squad to retreat to the transport. The body wall was not going to hold, and she sure as hell did not want to be around when it broke.

The last ART boarded, and the door closed. Soon she gave the order to the pilot to follow the small ship, his ship.

If he thought she was satisfied with just one session of hot passionate sex, he would learn how mistaken he was. He owed her a full night of fucking and she intended on collecting from him. Nothing made sense to her, as she settled into her seat, waiting for the jump ring to take her to where his ship jumped to. She watched as the ship moved forward, staying in line with the other ships waiting to leave this forsaken sector.

She just wanted peace and quiet, and some more of his cock. Their ship lurched forward, as the gate crew waved them forward. The ship was swallowed by the violet colored portal. The ship appeared behind the line of ships waiting for the clearance to proceed forward. Fortunately he was only three ships behind him. She watched him pilot his ship towards the huge station.

She knew he would need fuel, so he is going to be at the station for some time, and her ship followed his as she tried to not look like the transport was stalking him. The little ship docked and she strong armed the ship into the berth next to his. She gave the order to her team to take some time off to decompress after that shit show they were just in.

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She adjusted her glasses as the ship rocketed to the safety of not being on the station. Comms were down, as the temporal disturbance make long range communications impossible.

She had no clothes, except the robe and lingerie she managed to grab in the rush to escape.

Her hero rescued her again. Now she might as well just give herself to him, as was the custom of her people.

She rose from the chair, and found the onboard shower.

She needed a bath. That fuck session left her messy, and well, she wanted him to like her being around, because she would not leave his side easily. She checked her wrist comm. The station self destructed. Triggered by it being overran by unknown hostile entities. The aftermath was glorious. A bunch of planets appeared around the sun. Each one had an environment that could support many forms of life. It would become the mystery of the century. All she needed now was his hot cock again, and all would be good.

But all the data was backed up elsewhere, and she accessed the weird readings before things went to hell. Something triggered the space time event in which time was jumbled up and blended, causing temporal rifts to bring in new and fresh planets. The creatures vanished in the intense light of the sun.

Someone managed to trigger a collapse of the fabric of space time and now that empty void of space, being transformed to an artificially created system was now a no man's land.

Of course the higher ups were not happy about it, she took a hit to her career, though not fired, just reassignment to where she cannot do any damage. So she quietly quit, to follow the detective around.

She sighs, as space passes by, nodding off to dream of a cock filled future with the detective. Now she had to build up the courage to just tie him to her, and he could work from the garrison, while serving her daily meal of tube steak. It would be a win win for her. Now she just had to make it to the jump gate and jump to where he was. She technically had to return to the garrison, but no one was expecting her at that moment, so she had time to get her itch scratched.

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Everything came together. All the clues of this case pointed to another attempt at power by some unknown mad man. The murders were to cover up the real crime. He typed up the report, naming the mad doctor, the one left to his own devices on the station.

The stolen tablet, the bodies, and finally the space time fucking. It all pointed to someone who was fed a really bad Idea.

He left the ship as he felt the pressure of what he had to report. It was insane, like over the top and down a mountain crazy. And it did not escape him that the soldier had arrived to dock next to his ship. She would probably seek him out. The next jump was not scheduled until next week, as the gate required a major recharge before sending him back to his office.

He paid the fees for docking and repairs, and then rented a single room for the time being. It was furnished in a modern style. Nothing too great, and at least it had a secure comm. He wants to get to work, but the scientist, joined by the soldier, who was carrying a bottle of Earth Scotch, and some takeout. Tonight he won't be getting any work or rest done. He quickly sent the report, and joined the ladies on his bed. The bottle was empty, and as was his balls, lying there with them in his arms, he enjoyed their company. But thinking back on this case made him wonder about how many artifacts were just gags left behind and we built up our technology around them.

He lights another smoke, takes the fine and thinks about the next case, which he knew was going down at his office. He could see the security cameras feed live as the Commonwealth messenger put a small box on his desk. He silently shrugged as he dove into the girls for round two.

Each woman left him alone for a few days, until he found the scientist on his ship with her new luggage. She made the choice to follow him to wherever he went. He kissed the soldier woman goodbye, as she had to return to the Garrison. He boarded his own ship, and the gate line was long, so he moved the ship into position, and watched the military transport get priority at the gate. She vanished and he sighed a little as he waited in line.

Oh he knew they would fuck again. He was planning on it. Hopefully this time, it would not end in a cataclysmic apocalypse.

But things rarely ever went so smoothly in the universe...........

[Claire]

@Writers_Bloque Your story is missing the

The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

before the beginning. It also misses the 4 mandatory tags. And it is with 2965 words (according to wordcounter.net) to short to participate in the contest (5,000 to 15,000 words).

[Writers_Bloque]

@Writers_Bloque Your story is missing the

The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

before the beginning. It also misses the 4 mandatory tags. And it is with 2965 words (according to wordcounter.net) to short to participate in the contest (5,000 to 15,000 words).

I do not know how to put the link into the disclaimer like that.

Also wordcounter.net has my story at 5037 words

[RapeU]

Use the post models template just under the subject line when creating a new thread and it has all the mandatory stuff you need.

Regarding the story, I'm not sure what to make of it because I didn't look at the story tags before reading. Making a note to myself to read the story tags next time. On a positive note, I think it does fill in a niche area for people and am glad you posted it.

[Vela Nanashi]

Meeting an old flame eh? That sounds like fun.

So science gal and military gal have interest in same dude, and don't like each other, maybe not just for that reason.

Detective stories don't tend to do much for me. But I suppose it lends itself well to this story prompt.

I don't feel like I can really enter this story as you are describing it from a space satellite in orbit of the planet, reporting things coldly and compactly as the data transfer costs too much.

Also you describe an event twice, in different ways, I don't know why, before and after the scientist getting himself killed part. The alarm after fuck session, that you criminally did not describe at all.

To me this story has cool ideas that could be cool if written out into a story, in its current state it fails me completely though. It may work better for others though.