Mr. Dvagh is first to wake

Mr. Dvagh uneasily returned to consciousness with his forearm-big erection still comfortably gripped inside Rebecca Cooper's ass. His sparring with Captain Lawson had raised the great flagpole which Ms. Cooper was pleased to welcome for another gratifying session. An extraordinary human, their Navigator. They had gotten off to a fine start. Then...something. Though Rebecca was still socketed deeply onto his cock, her silent limpness and the smears of blood on the floor round her face indicated something had slammed them into the deck. Rebecca was warm against him, still breathing. Her pulse throbbed steadily against his tightly gripped cock. He grumbled in irritation, wondering if the engineer had tweaked the ship's drive in the perfectly wrong way, and looked round, scanning the room for a medical pack to treat Ms. Cooper.

Then he perceived the pattern of the ship's alarm lights. HULL BREACH.

Snapping into alert, Mr. Dvagh queried his wrist unit for ship's status. The crew's medical signs showed acute distress. Main inship systems weren't responding near the cargo hold. Secondary systems showed the breach: a neat round hole through the hull layers. One of his spider remotes was nearby. Tuning in its perspective, he saw a hostile boarding party assembling inside the hold.

Time seemed to slow down. Who were these invaders? What did they want? With The Lady's crippled drive, was there any hope of escape? What did the Captain want him to do?

The prospect of combat swelled Mr. Dvagh's prick inside Rebecca Cooper's ass. She moaned, the pressure inside her reaching her through her stunned condition. He couldn't resist giving her a deep thrust, and another. Rebecca sighed. "Ah, Mr. Dvagh," she said. "Oh, good. But my head."

But the ship. His Captain. And time. He eased off, letting his hips pump gently and steadily as he called his army of droid remotes into action. If anything could be done, it was the thousand eyes, arms, and weapons of his robot army. "Medical assist. Counter-boarding," he ordered. The droids woke and took their pre-designed places, one set of them responding to the crew's injuries, another set preparing to respond to the invaders.

Rebecca moaned and squirmed on his slowly thrusting cock, coming back to herself. "Keep going, Mr. Dvagh," she said. "Fuck my ass hard! Just don't slam me like that again, you knocked me out!" She started thrusting back at him.

"Ms. ... Cooper," Mr. Dvagh said. "The ship has been boarded. We are in imminent danger of our lives."

Rebecca's ass clamped down on his cock. She whined. "Better make it good!" she called out. Her ass clamped down again, and she squealed, "Oh, ohh, oh, YEEEESSS!!!" A squirt of moisture doused his balls. His cock swelled inside her.

With the droids activated, he needed to choose his next objective.

• Save the Captain. She would be best able to give orders and might be the boarding party's target.
• Counterboarding. The boarding tube exposed the invaders to a counterboarding, and their team appeared to be small and weak on droid support.
• Repel boarders. Work directly against the boarders to thwart their attack, while watching for any second entrance.
• Finish with Rebecca, so as not to be distracted any further. Will the boarders catch them in mid-fuck?