Head To The Briefing

Satisfied with my refresher on the ship layout and functions, I close the display just in time to see a small alert in the corner. Clicking the new message indicates it's time for the briefing on the bridge. I laugh a little to myself, my mother is literally a door down and still sends these official notifications anyways. Always the professional, it seems. I acknowledge the message, quickly slip into my flight jump suit, head out the door, and turn left towards the bridge.

My sister is just ahead of me, finishing some phone call as she walks down the hall. She's in her jump suit which sticks to every contour of her huge ass. If it wasn't such a dark uniform, the outline of her pussy might even be visible. I walk slowly enough to enjoy the view, generally being a face-paced walker most times. The thought of checking out my own flesh and blood sister does make me feel a little awkward, but her absolutely sexual nature really makes it hard not to perv out around her. With each step the tight material fights the natural bounce of her juicy ass, creating an enticing movement that glues my eyes to her rump.

Before my mind can wander even further, we're entering the bridge. I hadn't even noticed due to the artificial gravity generating floors and inertial dampeners, but we've already assumed a launch position and are facing directly towards the sky, a sight and feeling that I'll never get used to. Mom and Danielle are standing around the holo-projector, all in their likewise tight jump suits, Leigh and I quickly join them.

"Alright, everyone, we're all good and ready to go. Sorry for the lack of solid information, you know the company usually only gives coordinates a little bit before launch for security reasons. We'll be heading to Tau-Fortuna, where Clarence has been working most of this year. They've used some new terraforming methods, and we should expect a much warmer welcome than we received here in terms of amenities and such. We'll be one of the first hundred colonists, which will present its own challenges. We'll follow standard distancing procedure using thrusters after we leave atmosphere, then it should be a twenty second jump time to reach the colony." Vivian says professionally before opening up the galactic map:

"Our jump will look as follows. We're still remaining well within settled space, but this star system was overlooked back when terraforming wasn't as robust as it is now, thanks to Clarence in part." she continues,

"All systems are go, automated pre-flight checklist is done, unless anyone has anything to add, let's get buckled in and ready to go." my mother finishes before closing the map. Nobody has anything else to say, so we all head to our seats. Being an engineer, I don't really have much to add to any flight maneuver, although it does help the others for me to man the comms station. I do take my time getting seated to appreciate aunt Danielle bucking into the tight harness, the strap separating her perky breasts and sliding nicely into her crotch. She glances up at me, smiling a bit before her seat automatically turns towards the large glass windshield in the front of the cockpit. Did she notice me staring?

I take my seat, the many tight straps holding me securely in place once buckled. The chair spins around, facing the comms station. I select "permission to take off" from the various list of options available, and the automated system of our current docking facility almost instantly approves our launch, confirming we are good to go when ready.

"Okay, everything looks good. Unlocking and preparing to launch in Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Blastoff." calmly says my mother over the built-in speakers at each station. The inertia dampeners ensure the shock is quite flaccid, our internal G's likely only reaching 1.2 or 1.3 at the most before leveling off. After about two minutes or so, we're out of the thick atmosphere and into space proper, although you wouldn't know it if not for the large window. For safety, we've got to be a significant distance away from any planetary bodies, stations, or ships before we can jump, and this should only take about an hour or so with standard thrusters. Jumping moves us at above light-speed, or "folds up" space, although that's pretty technical boring stuff at this point. The system we're jumping towards is only 12.2 light years away, and should take about ten seconds to reach.

I spend the next hour running diagnostics on the ship and looking for anything we might've missed. Everything checks out, and we've soon approached the safe distance for our jump. My mother spends a little extra time ensuring we're perfectly lined up with the target before initiating the jump sequence. There's no need to be buckled in for this type of maneuver, so my sister and I join together around the pilot's seat as the jump begins. The heavy protective shields fall over the view port in front of us, replacing a real view of the stars with a digital one as the sequence begins. Stars stretch and fade on the view screen, colors blend and change, and a timer begins counting down from 10 seconds downwards.

Five seconds pass. Then the monitor reads two. Then one. Then zero. Then negative one? Negative two?! Before I can raise alarm, my aunt and mother are hammering away at their consoles, trying to abort the jump. We reach nearly negative fifteen seconds, apparently well over double the initial jump distance, before it shuts down. We're all breathing hard, Leigh is sobbing, and Vivian is still hammering away at her keys. The bit of her screen I can see past her figure reads "JUMP FUEL DANGEROUSLY LOW", much to my shock. The viewport stopped displaying any visual data a few seconds ago, instead just showing a series of error messages and glitchy garbage text.

The shields begin to raise, and we each hold our breaths, expecting a deep black nothingness at best, the edge of a black hole at worst. Somehow, against all odds, it seems we've appeared in orbit of a star! Depending on our course, it could very well be populated, or at least connected to an extranet buoy. I rush back to my station, checking our passive sensors for anything nearby. Sadly, nothing appears, although this does happen sometimes after a rough jump.

"I'm not getting extranet connectivity, and we don't have anything off-hand about this system. I'm going to let the search continue deep in the Library, but Leigh, you should start a physical scan in case we're in the middle of nowhere." says Danielle, sounding oddly shaken, yet professional about the situation.

"Y-yeah, okay, right." stammers Leigh, visibly upset about what just happened.

"I'm not sure what the hell happened there, guys. Jeremy, I know you double-checked all of our systems, I reviewed the reports myself." says mom. While I'd normally be peeved a bit about my work being double-checked, I'm relieved it wasn't my mistake placing us in this predicament, "I'll run a full diagnostic, but the point is we're all safe. Let's figure out what went wrong, where we are, and how we solve this situation.".

We spend the next few hours reading through piles of logs, searching our databases, actively and passively scanning for any signals or signs of life, and trying to remain calm. Finally, Danielle returns to the bridge with a data chip, plugging it into the central projector.

"I've figured out where we are, you'll all want to gather around for this." Danielle says.