Amanda Taffers

“Rison?”

I jolt to an uneven consciousness, my flaccid cock in my hand.

“Ugh… what Rhys? I’m mad at you,” I say, rubbing my eyes.

“Why? Because I refuse to explain the ships anatomy to you upon your fathers request,” he says.

“Yup,” I say, crossing my arms.

“Fine. I will have Trota take it from here,” Rhys pauses, “glad Trota could help you figure out how to remove that thing without you needing to fuck someone.” I ignore him, rolling my eyes.

The transparent screen comes to life with a map of the approaching planet.

“The planet Amanda is stuck on has a disrupted atmosphere due to the minerals in the air. This means signals have a hard time perforating through the atmosphere,” Trota explains.

I put my dick in a compartment under the controls.

“Must be why she hasn’t been able to call for help,” I say, studying the planet closer.

“That’s not all.” The screen shifts into a detailed diagram of the planets anatomy.

“This planet is home to the mineral element Phospholumus. When it is extracted from the ground, the free floating particles alter ship technology. I will have to direct you through manual navigation,” Trota finishes.

I crack my knuckles and adjust my chair to be better positioned to drive my ship.

“Let’s have some fun, Trota,” I say, grabbing the wheel. “Mark Amanda’s location and direct me to her. Transition into manual navigation and enter the atmosphere,” I say, smiling.

My ship picks up speed as we break through the atmosphere. The planet was very dark and the crust was home to smooth, black rock and what looked like scattered towns or cities.

“Amanda is 300m away. Slow ship to 5,000kn.”

I do what Trota says and slowly bring my ship to a stop in front of Amanda ship. Her ship was significantly bigger than mine and seemed to be made of the newest metal.

“Trota, confirm landing,” I say.

“Landing initiated.”

I feel my ship hit the ground as steam hisses from the small slits all over its exterior.

“We have passed close cities. Due to the low signals range, proceed each action with caution,” Trota warns.

“Can she get holograms?” I ask, brushing off her warning.

“At this distance, yes,” Trota answers.

“Trota, tell her Trota V is here to assist her via Amelia Taffers,” I say, my heart picking up a bit.

I haven’t thought about Claire in several days and doing so made my entire body shutter and flinch at the same time. “I need to find her,” I whisper to myself. A sudden wave of confusion takes hold of me. “I need to find her to ask her stuff,” I say out loud, trying to lie to myself to feel less off.

“Contact made, incoming hologram.”