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     Journal Entry 261 / 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 
spacetime, 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-focussed.  
"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.

--
"Planetfall: Landing Day"
The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales 
are copyright (c) 1994 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.  May be freely distributed 
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