They're interrupted

Before Cindi had had time to respond to what her brother had told her, the recreation room was filled by the loud sound of the Falcon’s alarm being triggered by something.

“Incoming Emergency transmission,” the ship’s computer began to inform the two horny siblings in its usual neutral female voice, “move to bridge to receive.”

“Fuck,” Adam groaned and gently let go off Cindi, making sure that she was capable of standing on her two feet before grabbing her by the hand and taking her with him to the Falcon’s cockpit.

The alarm siren kept wailing and the original message was repeated several times over during the short time that it took the two of them to make their way through the ship to the cockpit.

“There,” Adam said as he sat down in the pilot’s seat and turned off the alarm, being as naked as Cindi on account of them not having had the time to get dressed before racing to the front of the Falcon.

“Let’s see,” Adam said as he brought up the emergency transmission on the screen in front of him, triggering a message to be transmitted while information about the ship sending it was brought up on the screen.

“Mayday, mayday” the same sort of neutral voice as that of the Falcon’s computer began to say, “This is ship Alpha-Delta-India-Echo-Five-Bravo-Three-Mike-India-Eight, name: the Majestic, requesting emergency support. All guidance systems are down, repeat, all guidance systems are down. Requesting emergency support.”

“Mayday, mayday,” the message began repeating itself, and Adam turned it off as he read about the Majestic on the screen in front of him.

“What is it?” Cindi asked as she sat down in the rarely used chair intended for when there was a designated navigator onboard.

“It’s a small merchantman, like our ships, out of Nueva Galicia,” Adam informed Cindi, trying hard not to be distracted by her nudity, “it says here that it’s pretty old and modified for higher than average speed, but nothing’s said of its crew or destination.”

“Odd…” Cindi too was trying to appear businesslike and serious in spite of the fact that Adam’s naked and powerful body had a way of making her look at it with obvious arousal.

“Yeah, give me a readout on its location, would you?” Adam told Cindi, thinking that this was nice opportunity to see if her education had been of any use.

“It’s located pretty close to us, my estimate is that the message was sent out about ten minutes ago” Cindi informed her brother, “with no other ships within close distance to it. The nearest ship besides us is a bulk-freighter, and it’ll probably take another hour before the transmission reaches them.”

“And they’re unlikely to change course,” Adam muttered as he recalled that most bulk-freighters, which were as ungainly as their name implied, would be more or less incapable of diverging from their pre-planned route once they were up to speed.

“Nice work Cindi,” Adam complimented the naked blonde sitting next to him, “we’ll just have to get there ourselves then.”

“The computer claims that the docking to the Princess will hold during transportation,” Cindi informed her brother, “should we head towards the Majestic?”

“I don’t think that we have any other choice,” Adam replied, feeling fortunate that the area that they and the Majestic were in was too remote for any pirates to bother with.

Starting the Falcon’s engines while ensuring that the link between the two ships ensured that the same thing happened with those of the Princess, Adam sat in his seat and was ready to intervene as the two ships set out on the course which Cindi had plotted.

“Maybe we should get dressed,” Adam said, although he didn’t particularly enjoy making that suggestion.

“Yeah…” Cindi replied, but made no effort to get up out of her seat, instead opting to remain where she was, making for a curious sight as she sat in the navigator’s chair in nothing but her platform heels.

A short while later though the two of them would probably get dressed as their conjoined ships approached the immobile Majestic, the ship looking dark and abandoned as it laid still in space.

From where he was sitting in front of a screen displaying the picked up data about the Majestic’s current state, Adam guessed that the people onboard the damaged ship wouldn’t have long before the life support systems shut down.

“Huh,” Cindi remarked, “all communication seems to be down, I’m not even picking up the emergency transmission anymore.”