Last rites.

As your quarters already has reinforced links to the sensors array to allow you to work from it, it was an easy job to make sure the heavy load of data from the new comms array would be transferred to it without overloading the system.

Once back in your cabin you assembled the device you planned to use. While you could easily interface with human tech through your implant while doing something else, a task as hard as the one you would try to achieve would be more safely achieved by going deeper and using a control helmet to phase out reality.

No human ever learned to talk Grey. For three reasons. First they rarely spoke to anyone, second if you found a Grey you'd better kill it, third the damn language was unspeakable by humans and made your ears bleed when listened to.

Of course you could always count on engineers to find solutions to mankind's issues. Two generations of AIs later they got a program that could translate Grey without trying to terminate itself or become a sociopathic threat to the universe. Once these AIs were created their task was to build simpler translation programs without a conscious mind and then as a precaution, the AIs were deleted. These translation programs interpreted the Grey code into visual and tactile feedback that could be interface with the Human brain through use of neural readers. To this day, no one knows what the little bastard's computer code looked like, but over time the general structures and syntax had been pretty much cracked.

You had such a program in your implant but even in text format, Grey code for the most mundane purpose was as aggressive as most human computer viruses. It did not surprise you to learn that most of Stretton's researchers had failed, going mad in these Grey translation VR's was far too common for your comfort.

You reviewed the translation of the small bit of unencrypted data to test the device before putting the helmet on and concurred with the assessment of provided by the Vice-Admiral's techs. The creator of this data core (now dead, which is the best state for a Grey) apparently had a secret research base in a star system that matched Verdana's specifications.

"Captain, I brought you some food. " said Lisa, entering the room with a tray. She was a good cook and managed to make a nice meal for you with what was left of the ship's supplies. You would need the calories for the long hours of code breaking and you sure as fuck wouldn't have your last meal be a Fleet ration bar if you failed.

"Thank you, please kneel next to me. You should eat too." The kind of access you had to give Sokoliakov for him to install the network you would need took away any doubt that he would be watching you closely now. Let him watch, you chuckled silently as the long-legged beauty knelt gracefully at your feet, the naked Lieutenant Williams was worth watching - as was her blonde crewmember.

"Want something else to relax before you try, Captain?" asked Diana as she knelt on the other side of you. She had been of great help in setting things up and seemed to finally have gotten in her brain that you were not the enemy.

Still you had a hard time knowing how she thought, was she genuinely asking or playing the tamed **** part? Did she expect you to accept or refuse? Would she get mad at you for taking advantage of this or for rejecting her offer?

The question were fusing in your mind as you chewed on your meal and fed both of them bits of it.

"Of course, with pleasure." You replied with great honesty as you opened the front flap of your uniform to reveal your cock. With the risk of dying in the next hour you weren't about to reject the first spontaneous offer of this kind you ever received.

Smith went between your legs and after rubbing your dick between her tits for a moment proceeded to suck on it.

Everything was ready and your meal finished, this blow job would clear your mind of most concerns before you started cracking the data core's encryption. No two trips into the translation VR was ever the same, although your interface with normal UTF technology had pretty standard patterns, but how the data-structures, anti-viral security, and encryption software of the Grey data core would look you had no way of predicting

Putting your dick in this feisty blonde's mouth was something you didn't dare to do in the dungeon; as angry as she was she might have bit your cock right off. Now that she was sucking you like a pro, you felt like the king of the world. You couldn't be sure if Dianna enjoyed deep-throating your cock but she looked very good at it.

"If I'm not out in 8 hours, use the manual shutdown to wake me up." You instructed them both, showing Williams the button to use even as you felt your cum swell from your balls.

Just as soon as you exploded into her mouth and heard the slurping of Diana drinking your seed you put the helmet on and reclined back into your chair.

Still in post orgasmic haze you launched the support network of 212 linked AI cores and plunged your consciousness into the hostile virtual world inside the Alien artifact.