Battleship Destroyer (39 page)

He wanted them to yell and scream and punish him for his stupidity and getting a whole crew killed as he watched them die time and time again. Now that he wanted them to notice and punish him they did not even notice him even when they seemed to look right at him. He wanted to stand up and say here I am. I killed all those crewmen. Come punish me.  But he was not that brave. Making him feel even more ashamed.

Two hours later a boat with a converted engine was lit off with the engine's and boat's original crews. Jack found himself volunteering to join the crew as he was shaking in his boots but was refused by both the Captain and the Ensign when he complained to her.

Finally
with the boat flying rings around the ships, the Captain turned away from the screens and looked around the room. "Ensign, cover your breasts and put your jacket back on please."

The Ensign
bent down looking at Jack, a little disappointed when he looked deep into her eyes and not her breasts hanging down and popped out in their spender for him to see up close as she picked up her jacket. Fighting down the urge to shove them into his sad looking face and make him notice them with that childish longing look of wonder again, she pulled her bra straps back up over her shoulders squeezing her breasts back down into the strapping bra and zipped up her blouse. Jacks eyes not leaving hers as she started to fall into them. She was jerked back into herself sending a wave of embarrassment through her as the Captain started talking.

             
"Your attention please!" Bellowed the Captain. ''All officers and crewmen. Your Attention Please." Everyone in the compartment came to attention with the Ensign pulling Jack out of his chair to attention. The compartment suddenly was quiet enough to hear a pin drop even with the low drumming of the one running engine throwing tons of mass down its throat only a few decks away.

The Captain turned to Jack.
"It is my pleasure to thank Ensign Turner personally for all that he has done over the last few days and to tell you that everyone in the Republic owes Mr. Turner a big hardy thank you and a Silver Star medal as soon as I can get the paper work in." Polite applause spread through the compartment.

Not knowing what to do
, Jack bit his lip as his knees started to give way turning to Jell-O only to have the Ensign hook her arm under his to hold him up. All he could think about was the living breathing crew he had killed and the look of terror on a couple of their faces when they realized they were going to die.

The Captain leaned over to the Ensign's ear. "That should b
e enough ego building for any kid. The Captain straightened up smiling and held up her hands for silence. "Ok Gentlemen. Back to work.  Let's make the final alterations and adjustments. We have this shuttle to get ready to test and a half a hundred ships to finish converting and a battle to avoid." Turning to the Ensign she whispered for only her to hear. "That is something else I cannot figure out. Why does an ensign that wants to be a battleship pilot have 3 Doctorates in psychology?"

The ensign smiled
, turning her head to the Captain. "I finally realized that the Turner Joy had a dozen transport ship pilots already. Most of them named Turner. I figured that since I refused to use my boobs to get ahead (even if it would have worked as far as piloting went), that I had better change my primary occupation. Psychology sounded like I may be able to learn how to use my abilities to get around the nepotism and prejudice as well as my breasts."  The Ensign smiled around at Jack then turned back to the Captain. "As far as ego inflating. That is going to take years and even decades of close intense work to drag him out of his shell and fix all the damage Captain. This boy needs professional help and I know that I am not qualified and to emotionally involved, to help him, even if I do have a few degrees." Then to herself. "Besides, I may still want to kill him."

The Captain turned to look at a woman standing a few paces behind them just to make sure she still agreed with their plan. Getting an approving node
, the Captain turned back around.  Looking at the Ensign standing as close to the boy as she could get, the Captain smiled. "To bad Ensign. You are all I have so you are stuck with the job. I have seen too many good people kill themselves under stress and with a red flag on him you are going to make sure that does not happen."

Chuckling
for a second she looked at the Captain. "It is a shame this is the real world and not The Game. He is a self-confident holy terror running a ship and winning battles without any of these foibles in The Game." The Ensign turned back around and looked at Jack still standing there like an embarrassed kid that would like to be anywhere but where he was. "She had stumbled upon him in the game and only figured out who he was by accident and then spent years trying to get him killed and punished every chance she got. Even spending extra hours, days and finally years trying to kill him. But now in real life when she could kill him something was changing in her.

The Captain looked over at Jack narrow
ing her eyes. "The Game you say? The Battleship Game? You would not happen to know what his game name is would you?"

Jack closed the cabin's hatch as the Ensign stripped off her
clothes and climbed into her bunk without saying a word and was snoring a few seconds later. Looking at the clock on the wall Jack shook his head. After sleeping half the day the last thing he needed was sleep, even if it was midnight. Folding up his bunk against the side bulkhead and pulling down the computer terminal and chair from the overhead, he sat down and hit record.

"Dear Mom; Sorry for not getting back sooner but I really have been busy and." H
itting pause Jack sat back thinking for a minute and shook his head taking a deep breath before continuing. "I am not ready to forgive my brother or dad and I am finally realizing that my sister was not as sympathetic and helpful as I had thought and just as conniving and bossy as Dan but at least she never lied to me or… A… Made me her slave. I still love them both.   Tell dad not to try to find my ship. We are in a War zone with an enemy that destroys tramp ships without thinking about it not to mention anything else they can shoot at. And you can't out run them, hell nothing in the Navy can out run them, so forget it. Oh Well. Almost nothing. That is what I am working on now. You need to stay as far away from this neck of space as possible. You should even plan on finding a hole someplace just in case we can’t and they take the rest of the Republic planets. I have met the Battle Fleet’s Admiral personally and seen what we are up against and it will be a miracle if we are able to stop them this time around even though he insists on trying to rescue his family that never should have been on the planet in the first place and may not even be in that much danger if they made it into the hills."

"Thank Pop for everything. I have been given the chance to redesign the standard Battleship e
ngines he designed for the fleet that are little better than water pistols compared to the enemy’s. I think I can design engines that are a generation ahead of the Enemies engines giving us a hell of an advantage and we are (CENSORED) so we have a chance of (CENSORED) the enemy fleet but we are still shooting (CENSORED) compared to their blue hot lasers against ships designed to take a lot of damage and survive. Maybe I should tackle that next. Fast barges still do not stand much of a chance against those monsters.

"Oh I have been promoted
or commissioned as an Ensign. Can you believe that…? Your loving son Jack."

"PS. I was not kidding. Find a hole someplace out of the wa
y far from any human planets and stock up. I (CENSORD) think we stand a chance of winning this unless we can stall them for a (CENSORED) so we can produce the weapons we need in the numbers we need and maybe not even then. I think this enemy fleet is the remnants of a huge battle fleet sent to the back waters of their empire looking for resources for a war with (CENSORD, CENSORED, CENSORED) fleets. Like old Earth's American West and the Indians. Only we are the Indians. Even if we take these guys out, another fleet will come eventually. A fleet (CENSORED) than even I can dream of. Love Jack."

Jack took a deep breath figuring that most of his letter would not make it
through the sensors. And started setting up the terminal to get to work. Then started going over what the other side groups that had been transferred to the Red Dwarf were doing and got a surprise. A group trying to reduce the size of the engine to fit the torpedoes was still hard at work that late at night so Jack joined in. He soon had a small engine hovering over his desk as he talked to the rest of the group in low whispers to keep from waking the Ensign up. At first Jack did not talk much but after the video image of a kid not much older than him appeared to one side he started to relax and soon they were exchanging information and theories using only half sentences as they continued and after abandoning the strait ion engine and going with just an incredibly efficient mass drive engine they soon had a working model producing 10 times the torpedo's original engines thrust that would run 10 time longer, even if they could not throttle it. But then they could shut it down and restart it over and over again.  "All right!" Jack shouted and then turned around to see if he had wakened the ensign and noticed that her blanket was half off of her and that she was clawing at her chest and whimpering.

Staring at her
, Jack forgot all about the engine and the open line to his new friend. Biting his lip as he swallowed, he turned his chair and rolled the few feet to her bunk looking down at the tears streaming down her cheeks as another whine escaped her lips and she clawed at her bra again. Shaking his head he reached down hesitantly and unzipped her Velcro tape on the front of her bra and her breasts flung themselves out into the open air. The bra flying to the sides and she took a deep breath and lay silent with a peaceful half smile coming to her face.

All Jack could do was star at her
monster boobs for a good minute. Shocked at their size. Her hand started rubbing them until she rubbed underneath her breasts and a wine escaped her lips again. Looking closer, Jack saw a long red line where her tight under bra wire had been digging into her chest for a very long time and what looked like blood trickling down her side. Taking out the pocket light every spaceman was required to carry, Jack took a closer look at it using his hand to lift her breast enough to get a good look at it and shook his head. The red line was an open sore. Sitting back as he rolled his chair back to his side, Jack started to call the medics putting his wrist com watch to his lips but then stopped. "Damn. That is all I need is accused of stripping and molesting my bunk mate but I have to do something." Looking around he remembered a tube he had seen on the pull out shelf the morning before and went to the little drawer at the head of her bunk and pulled it out and took a deep breath of relief. "You have had this problem for a while but you still wear that damn contraption." Shaking his head he pulled out the tube of anesthetic cream with a prescription label on it.

Reading the
label Jack smiled. "Says four times a day and I bet you haven't had time to use it more than twice." Jack squirted it onto his fingers and spread it across the sore under her breasts, lifting her breasts out of the way with the other. He was just trying to get the last of the cream off his fingers onto the sore when she reached up and started rubbing his hand with the cream all over her boob farthest away from him. Around her boob and across her nipple several time as she let out a long breath. She finally pulled his hand up and tucked it under her cheek as she turned to face the bulkhead dragging him out of his chair and across her body until his bare arm was lying across her breast closest to Jack still on his knees beside her. A cute smile crossing her face as she finally settled down to a peaceful sleep.

Jack
stared at her for a few seconds before terror left his face replaced by complete bafflement. He tried to pull his hand out from under her head but her hand squeezed tighter preventing him from moving. After a good five minutes and several more attempts to get his hand back Jack started getting exasperated but finally she turned back with her head facing his way and took her hand out and rubbed it over her other breast. Jack took the opportunity to pry his hand out of hers as she tried to stuff it under her blanket toward her panties and scratched for a second. Pushing the blanket even farther down her belly.

Sitting back Jack looked down at her for a minute afraid to move but
finally he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up across her breasts and tucked it around her shoulders. After starring at her face for a few more minutes he turned back to the terminal with an unbelieving smile as he sat the tube on his desk next to him and went back to work. But stopped after only a few minutes as his eyes caught the label of the tube in the light from the screen.

H
e looked at the medicine label and frowned. "It said for rashes and mild burns.  Turning back to the terminal he typed in the name of the medicine and sat back and swore. "Not for open wounds." Shaking his head he pulled her blanket back down, then used his hand to wipe most of the medicine from the tube off from beneath her breasts, dripping some of it across her boobs without noticing as he turned to wipe his hands on a towel next to the sink. Grabbing a wash rag from the sink, running hot water on it he proceeded to clean the wound with the hot washcloth getting a moan from the ensign as he finished up when he scrubbed to hard.