Shokushu High School

WRECKAGE

The hulk of the abandoned spaceship loomed large in the viewscreen occluding the stars. It seemed to tower over Miyaki, making the ADD scout-ship seem small and insignificant beside its bulk. The battered shape, almost invisible against the black velvet of space seemed to hover threateningly, almost sinister in its lack of detail. Instinctively Tracey grasped SpaceGirl and moved closer to the young Japanese agent, her soft breast not unnoticed as it nudged against one slim arm.
'I don't like the look of that thing,' the young black girl almost whispered as though frightened of being overheard.

Hitomi put a reassuring arm round her teenage companion. The younger girl had just finished training and this was their first official mission together. 'Just another piece of old space-junk. Nothing to worry about. Probably just a waste of time but at least we get some time alone.' She smiled encouragement.
'I'm not worried,' Tracey defended herself. 'It just looks wrong somehow. It's not like any ship I've ever seen before.' If pushed, Hitomi would have agreed with that. The lines didn't seem quite like any design she had ever heard of. But it could have been drifting for a very long time. 'What do you think Miyaki?' SpaceGirl addressed this to the ship's computer brain.

'I think you make a lovely couple, especially last night when you...'
'I meant the spaceship!' Hitomi cut in hurriedly. She didn't need the distraction of remembering her hours of passionate lovemaking in Tracey's velvet arms. This was work.
'Oh,' the computer continued unfazed. 'Why didn't you say so. My sensors detect no signs of sentient life, though there are indications that some ships systems are still functional.'
'There you are,' Hitomi addressed this to Tracey. 'What did I tell you. Nice easy first mission for you. If that fool of a United Starships captain hadn't lost a couple of crew putting them aboard to try and claim salvage rights, we could be home in bed now. As it is someone has to come and look and that someone is us.' She didn't add that some of the Antares personnel still didn't feel safe around her after certain recent events. And that it was as much to get away from them as for any other reason that she had persuaded Commander Black to send them on this routine mission.

'But Miyaki is right. Last night was special,' she continued in a softer tone trying to distract Tracey who still looked unconvinced. That worked at least. The young girl smiled gratefully and a small black hand immediately crept under SpaceGirl's thin cotton top to cup a firm breast, fingertips deftly exploring a sleepy nipple. The Japanese agent allowed herself to enjoy the attention for a few minutes. Then briefly kissing Tracey, she stepped away. Already her breast was hardening and a familiar throbbing made her all too aware of the erecting teat. Much as she would like to play, she had a job to do.

Thirty minutes later, the two girls drifted in the direction of the hulk. Bulky spacesuits disguised slender bodies as they followed Miyaki's directions towards the main entrance hatch. The magnetic soles of their boots hit the steel hull almost together and held them firm as SpaceGirl examined the entranceway. The lock appeared to be a simple code, not designed for security but maybe intended to keep less intelligent beings like monkeys out. It was a straightforward progression based on pi and Hitomi had it figured and opened within seconds.

As they adjusted thrusters to enter the deserted ship, lights came on.

SCANNER

Hand automatically reaching towards her hip, SpaceGirl looked around sharply. No sign of life. Not much sign of anything. Featureless metal walls and floor that had withstood time and vacuum unmarred. A couple of interior doors and a bit of piping up near the roof, which seemed to glow across its full width and was the source of illumination. By habit she oriented herself the right way and drifted down to the floor.
'Probably an automatic thing, the lights coming on. One of the bits still working that Miyaki picked up on. I guess it works when the hatch opens.' Her voice sounded tinny in Tracey's suit as she adjusted her position to stand next to SpaceGirl. She landed rather harder, probably due to her lack of experience in zero gravity.

'Scan complete. Anthropoid physique. Atmosphere replicated. Gravity replicated. Temperature replicated.' The mechanical voice came from nowhere but it came through their external pickups. Through a supposed vacuum that should have been incapable of transmitting sound.
'What!' SpaceGirl swung around, gun drawn now. But there was still nothing to be seen. It was Tracey who noticed first.
'Hitomi. It's not my boots holding me down. There's gravity in here now.' She noticed a tell-tale on her HUD. 'Air too. Near enough earth-normal.'
'What the hell!'
'Could it be that automatic thing you were talking about?'
'Never heard of one that did this. Not a human one anyway.' A worried tone entered her voice. With a shrug she removed her helmet and attached it to the Velcro fastening on her belt. Tracey did the same.

'Bio scan complete. Females. Two. Both healthy and of breeding age.' The abnormal voice continued through the newly created atmosphere. 'I have waited a long time for this moment. Four million, four hundred and thirty-six thousand, nine hundred and forty-three rotations of your planet. Approximately. At first I thought you were male like the previous visitors. Useless except to top-up the fusion plant.'
'Who ...... what are you? Where are you?' Hitomi addressed empty air.
'Who? What? Oh, self. Once I was Trablh of Pesht'kaan. But the planet died. Fifty thousand of us boarded this vessel in search of a new home. Long and long we looked through the vast emptiness. Once we passed too close to an icy-blue star and after that our females ceased to breed. Gradually we dwindled. Ages passed and I was alone. Finally my life systems dwindled and I could no longer pilot the vessel. With a fading hope I programmed the ship and merged self with it. Undying while the vessel lives. Waiting. Now you have come and the Pesht'kaana will live again. Where am I? Why, I am all around you. I am the ship and the ship is me.'
'I think this is our cue to leave.' Tracey suggested.
'I'll go along with that. More a job for the Space Navy.' Hitomi replaced her helmet and fiddled with the entrance hatch. But it seemed to resist her attempts to open it.
'Not leaving. Door locked.' The voice expressed no emotion. SpaceGirl activated her link to Miyaki but the only response was static. They were trapped on the strange spaceship.

INTERIOR

There seemed little likelihood that the air supply would run out, so SpaceGirl and Tracey removed their bulky exterior suits to facilitate easy movement. Dressed identically in matching blue Lycra uniforms with ADD patches, they considered the possibilities.
'Can't say I much liked the sound of that bit about breeding and the race of Pesh-whatsits living again.'
'Me neither.' Hitomi agreed. 'Be nice to finish at least one mission without a sexual element. Well, at least without one I didn't choose.' She smiled at Tracey fondly.
'Yeah! Seems like aliens just want us women for one thing. Not just aliens come to think of it! But aliens don't even pretend they'll still respect you in the morning.'

That broke SpaceGirl's sombre mood and her laughter contained only a trace of nervousness. 'Well, at least we're still together. Though I'd sooner have kept you out of this.'
'You an' me against the world baby. SpaceGirl and Robin! Nah - someone did that centuries ago. SpaceGirl and Bobbin? Dobbin? Throbbin' maybe? Especially thinking about last night!'
'Bobbin sounds safest,' the older girl judged.
'OK, SpaceGirl and Bobbin against the Universe.' Tracey's ebullient nature never ceased to amaze Hitomi. As long as her partner stood securely beside her, she seemed incapable of worrying about anything for long. She had blossomed since her arrival at Antares Base, had seemed to become even more beautiful, and even the strange events SpaceGirl would sooner forget had been incapable of fracturing her devotion to the Japanese girl.

One of the interior doors swung silently open. SpaceGirl and her newly named sidekick Bobbin exchanged glances. But nothing else happened. The voice remained quiet and the door just stood mutely ajar. Promise or menace? To find out they would have to enter.
'Won't you come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly?' Tracey broke the silence with only the slightest tremor in her voice.
'Well one thing's for sure. We can't stay here forever. A couple of days and we'll be out of supplies. I wonder what these Pesh people ate?
'The food of the Pesht'kaan is not suitable for anthropoids. But nutrient suitable for your metabolism has been created and awaits you deeper in the ship. As do I. Which will you find first, I wonder?'
'You know,' Tracey opined. 'That has just got to be a guy. He's really beginning to piss me off.'

Cautiously the two girls moved deeper into the massive hulk. It was only as they tramped along endless corridors that they truly began to appreciate the sheer immensity of the derelict spaceship. At times they appeared to be led in a particular direction. Some doors would not open, while others stood temptingly ajar. As they entered one room, a sudden ping startled them. Scanning around, they spotted a micro-oven, its ready light glowing. Within, a strange bowl of paste which proved to be warm but tasteless. At least it filled empty tummies, while a container of liquid quenched their thirsts. Realising it was getting late, the two girls found a nearby room with padded benches and settled down to try and rest for a few hours. Before long, Tracey crept over from her bench and cuddled up on the narrow shelf next to her friend. They slept for a while, twined together on the precarious bed.

On waking, Spacegirl and Tracey found a makeshift arrangement nearby that would have to serve for sanitary purposes. They also found more food and drink in the same location as the previous night. Finally, unable to put it off any longer, they headed deeper into the spaceship. Some hours later, just as they were considering taking another rest, they realised the room they had just entered, while apparently similar to the others, had no other exit. Then the door behind them closed. Spacegirl watched in horror as Tracey collapsed soundlessly to the floor. Seconds later, even as she reached for her blaster, the young Japanese girl also slid into unconsciousness.

REGENERATION

Spacegirl muzzily swung back towards consciousness, uncertain for a moment where she was. Looking around at the banks of instruments and steel walls soon made her realise that she was not safely in her own bed. Worse, as she tried to raise herself, she realised that she was both naked and securely fastened to a narrow Y-shaped table. Turning her head, she saw Tracey similarly imprisoned on another table right beside her. She too was naked and even as Spacegirl watched, the young black girl shook her head and looked about with half-focussed eyes and an expression of confusion.

Catching sight of Hitomi from the corner of her eye, Tracey turned her head towards her friend. Eyes gradually narrowed with an effort to focus, then widened as she took in Spacegirl's predicament. With a start, she looked down at her own body, then back to the Japanese.
'Well,' she drawled with an effort. 'Would have been more fun with just the one of us tied up.' There being nothing much else to say, the girls found that by stretching, they could just link hands together. As they lay there, eyes and hands locked together, Spacegirl desperately tried to think of a way to get them out of this perilous situation. Nothing came to mind. Her wrists were not at a suitable angle to reach her concealed lock-picks and all the other equipment depended on having at least one hand free.

The voice of Trablh broke into her thoughts. 'Ah, subjects are ready. Great honour it will be for you both to give birth to a race.' As his words died away, two flexible tubes detached themselves from a nearby wall and, as if possessing a life of their own, snaked eerily through the air towards the two girls as they lay helpless on their tables. Diving between legs splayed wide by the Y-shaped benches, both tubes butted against the two girl's vaginas. But in their present mood, there was no lubrication. Each pussy was tightly closed. The tubes approached several times and were refused entrance, then they abruptly fell to the floor and the girl's manacles sprang open. As they jumped to their feet, Trablh spoke again.
'No good. I thought anything worth price to regenerate my people. But now I know I cannot. Would race founded on abuse of innocents ever learn pride? Not known and now never to be known. You are free. I will lead you back to exit and then ...... and then I think is time for Pesht'kaan to truly die.'
Curious despite herself, Spacegirl addressed the empty air. 'Is there no other way to save your race?'
'No. Own females lost power to breed. Need female eggs to join good Pesht'kaan male essence in breeding tanks. Race will live. No other way. Here covering for body.' A section of wall slid aside to reveal the two girls clothing neatly stacked within. Once dressed, they felt more secure, and still curious about their erstwhile captor and his dwindled race. As they sat side by side on one of the benches, eating more of the warm paste, Tracey resurrected the conversation.

'So you didn't actually plan to use us as host-mothers?'
'Host? Ah, no. Not suitable start for race. Too few young. Too much close breeding of young makes weakness in race. No good for future. Better to remove eggs. With good eggs can replicate. Make many more eggs. Make changes to genetic structure. Fertilise many eggs with many different male essences in tanks. Soon ten thousand young who grow and breed safely.'
'So those tubes were somehow going to remove some of our eggs, and that was all?' Tracey seemed fascinated by the subject.
'Yes. Take eggs, send you back, spaceship goes far away. Keep searching for new planet home.' Spacegirl was becoming equally fascinated by the alien, so unlike any others that she had met. 'So what stopped you?'
'Stop? Yes, I stop. Not good for self force others unwilling. Not good for self of race, starting as so.'

Tracey almost blushed as she glanced at her companion. 'What do you think?'
'About what?' Spacegirl looked puzzled.
'Well, he seems a decent type. Maybe we should help him out.'
'What!'
'Well, it's not like we're going to need our current crop of eggs is it?'
'You seriously think I'm going to lie down while an alien shoves a glorified vacuum cleaner up inside me and sucks me dry!'
'Yeah, I know, you have some bad memories. But what if I used the tube on you and you did the same for me?'
'You know something?' Spacegirl almost smiled. 'You are truly weird! Is there anything you wouldn't do?'
'Not with you, honey. And after all, how often do you get chance to be the mother of an entire race?'
'Well, give me a minute. This is just a bit of a shock and I'm not sure hoovering each other while an alien watches is that much better!'

'I understand you?' Trablh had remained silent during their exchange. Now a trace of hope tinged his voice. 'You maybe help I?'
'My friend has some strange ideas.' Spacegirl responded dryly.
'If possible I arrange everything for you best. Egg collector painless. No vacuum inside spaceship. Disconnect all sensors in this area. No alien watch.' 'Come on, Hitomi,' Tracey wheedled. 'Lets help the poor guy out.'
'I just don't know. This is all very strange. Trablh, leave us alone to talk it over in private.'
'Disconnecting. When wish communicate press button here.' A red button glowed brightly on a nearby console.
'Trablh?' No reply. 'Well I guess we have to trust he's not listening in. No way to tell anyhow. Now what on earth is this silly idea of yours about donating our eggs to this half-alien, half-spaceship?'

Tracey looked crestfallen at the criticism. 'Well, he seems decent. He let us go after all. An' it's not like it will hurt us to lose something like that. You can do it to me first if you want. An' I just thought we could help him out ......' She trailed off miserably. Spacegirl looked tenderly at her companion. Even after all this time, she continued to be surprised by Tracey's compassion. In fact, as she reminded herself, if it were not for that side of Tracey's character they would not be here together. More likely they would both be dead. With a sudden decisiveness, she cupped the young black girl's chin and quickly kissed her.
'OK. I'll do it. But I'm doing it for you, not for any alien. Now press the button before I regret it.

BIRTHING

Trablh was overjoyed at the news. He quickly explained the workings of the two lifeless tubes still lying on the floor next to the tables. Then he again disconnected to leave the girls alone. Still looking rather sheepish, Tracey stripped off her uniform and lay back on one of the tables dressed only in a thin t-shirt and brief panties.
'Do your worst, Doctor Frankenstein. I'm ready for you!' she joked nervously.
'Sure you want to go through with this?' Hitomi sat beside her.
'Just get on with it before I turn chicken!' With a quizzical look, Hitomi picked up the tube. Flexible for most of its length, the final ten inches were in the form of a rigid wand. It was about three inches thick, with a blunt nozzle that appeared to be made of interlocking petals. Experimentally touching the coloured square indicated by Trablh, she felt the device hum slightly in her grip. It must have been her imagination but it seemed to be trying to pull away from her, as if eager to do its work.

On a sudden impulse she stood up and placed the tube back on the floor. With rapid movements, she stripped off her clothes and lay naked on the next table.
'I've decided,' she told the curious black girl. 'I'm going first.'
'Sure?'
'Yes, positive. You remember the instructions?'
'Oh yes.'
'Then get to it.'
'OK. You're the boss.'

Tracey stood up and walked around the top end of the table to stand at Spacegirl's head. Bending forwards, she lightly kissed the young Japanese girl upside down on the lips. Then again, deeper. Hitomi felt the familiar stirring as her partner's nimble tongue emerged and traced over her lips. Her nipples began to crinkle with anticipation and most of her unspoken nervousness dissipated. Returning Tracey's kiss, the two mouths melded together as one. Tongues entwined lovingly as they explored inside each others mouths. It was Tracey who broke contact first, sliding her full mouth off SpaceGirl's and nibbling down over her strong jaw and onto the soft flesh of her neck. Nipping and licking, she thoroughly explored the slender column before leaning forward further to trace her lips over prominent collar bones. As she bent forward, her t-shirt fell over Hitomi's face.

Pulling the garment up about Tracey's neck, Spacegirl exposed the pendant weight of the young black girl's full breasts, hanging just above her head. They looked so inviting that she reached back and cupped them in her upturned palms, squeezing gently and feeling the large plum-coloured nipples grow hard within her grip. With a quick movement, Tracey pulled the t-shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor. Returning to her bent over stance, she leaned forward further and, supporting her weight with a hand placed on the table to either side of Spacegirl's slender waist, she lowered her head onto the young girl's upthrust tits. Using only her wide mouth and rough tongue, she kissed, lapped and nipped over the silky skin of Hitomi's proud firm breasts. At the same time, her own breasts swayed and danced just above Spacegirl's face. One of her large nipples grazed the Japanese girl's cheek and with a quick movement of her head, she captured it between her lips and sucked the protruding teat deep within her warm mouth. Suctioning strongly on the growing nub, she softly lashed her tongue over its sensitive surface. With a groan, Tracey reciprocated, swallowing the peak of Spacegirl's left breast into her own welcoming mouth, while her right hand came up to mould the other breast in its firm grip.

The two girls continued to tit each other off. Hitomi reached up with both her hands and circling them around Tracey's hanging breasts, she pressed them tightly together. Bringing the two large nipples close to each other, she fed them both into her mouth at once, sucking on both teats while her tongue rasped over their rubbery texture. Tracey writhed as her sensitive nipples were both sucked on simultaneously and she had to take her mouth from Hitomi's own engorged teat to moan with passion. Taking the Japanese girl's right nipple between her finger and thumb she rolled the hard nub between finger and thumb and it was Spacegirl's turn to groan at the stimulation. With a growing frenzy of lust, both girls grasped and sucked and licked at hardened mounds and elongated nipples, while the scent of their arousal filled the air and drove them to new heights of passion.

Reluctantly, Tracey relinquished her grip on Hitomi's swollen tits and quickly kissed her way down over the gentle dome of the young girl's taut belly. Lower and lower she worked her way down until she had to part her legs to each side of the narrow table before she was able to reach her goal. With a groan of achievement she was finally able to reach her target and she buried her head between slender thighs spread wide by the Y-shaped platform. Hot breath played across Spacegirl's exposed vagina as the black girl breathed in the heady aroma of musky arousal. Then Tracey's mouth made contact with the hot slit of her excited cunt and Hitomi mewed with pleasure as a thick tongue snaked out and lapped down the furrow between her plump labia. As the insistent tongue opened her cunt up like a juicy peach and lapped at the honey within, Spacegirl reached up and slid Tracey's brief panties down her hips as far as they would go. Pressing her fingers onto the exposed mound, she opened the black girl's cunt wide before raising her head and lapping the hot wet pinkness within.

Both girls began to shudder and shake as they worked each others cunts to orgasm with their tongues. Twin tongues lapped up and down widespread channels and rasped over erected clits. Tracey came first, quivering with the sensation and grinding her soft cunt down onto Spacegirl's face as warm honey flooded out into the Japanese girl's willing mouth. The taste pushed Hitomi over the edge and she too moaned with excitement and her hips bucked up off the table to increase the contact on her throbbing clitoris as she shook with her own climax. Tracey's tongue forced itself deep into the young girl's gaping hole to lap up as much of the honeyed emissions as she could reach and the rough surface sliding over her sugary walls brought Hitomi off again.

Tracey lay atop Spacegirl in a sixty-nine as the two continued to toy with each other, keeping the fires burning without allowing the flame of passion to burn too brightly. She had managed to wriggle out of her panties and both girls were now totally naked, soft breasts pressing against each others tummies, fingers and lips gently exploring between widespread cunt lips. With a sigh, Hitomi reached down to the floor and picked up the strange wand. Tracey did the same.
'Both together then?'
'Yeah, let's do it!'

Hitomi pressed the coloured patch again and again the device hummed and seemed about to pull away from her grip. Holding the long wand firmly, she manoeuvred it until the blunt tip was pressed against Tracey's opening. A cool metallic sensation against her own cunt informed her that Tracey was reciprocating.
'On three. One ...... Two ...... Three!'. Both girls pressed inwards with the thick phallic shapes which slipped easily into their bodies, parting soft walls as they burrowed, seemingly of their own accord, into warm damp darkness. The humming intensified as the wide nozzle slid deep into Hitomi's cunt and she moaned softly as vibrations stimulated her inner walls. Muscles fluttered and gripped the invasive rod as her passion mounted. The vibrations grew stronger again and she squirmed under the sensation even as Tracey's body writhed on top of her. The combined movements caused both caused both girls to lose their grips of the thick tubes, but the devices showed no signs of slipping out of their havens. Rather, they seemed to swell wider in their slippery envelopes until both girls were stretched to capacity by the vibrating tubes which were wedged tightly into their cunts.

As they shuddered with the sensation filling them, both girls clawed with excitement at each others bodies. Hitomi clenched Tracey's rounded buttocks, her fingers digging into taut flesh. The black girl's hands pinched and scrabbled over the soft tissue of Spacegirl's inner thighs, leaving red marks on the pale skin as her excitement mounted. Panting with lust, she forced her hand beneath the young Japanese girl and pushed one long finger deep into her anus. Hitomi gasped with surprise before reciprocating and burying one of her own digits to the hilt in Tracey's ass. Both girls continued to writhe and groan as their pleasure mounted to almost intolerable levels but for some reason, orgasms which normally came so easily remained elusive. Animal groans filled the air as their bodies, slick with sweat, squirmed against each other. Swollen tits and nipples rigid with desire pressed into soft flesh as they strived desperately to bring themselves off. But release would not come.

Abruptly Tracey yelped loudly with pain. Then as suddenly, she released a long shuddering moan of pleasure as her long-awaited orgasm washed over her trembling body. Seconds later Hitomi learned why. Hundreds of tiny pin-pricks of agony shot through her aching cunt and she screamed at the sudden pain. Immediately the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced ripped through her entire body and shredded her brain in an explosion of white fire. Both girls clung to each other as they shook and juddered with overwhelming sensation. The devices buried deep in their cunts fastened needle-like hooks into the soft inner walls to steady themselves, while simultaneously triggering a series of massive orgasms in the wailing girls. Hitomi jerked reflexively as a new sensation surprised her abused cunt. The petalled end of the tube was opening up within her, stretching inner walls almost beyond endurance. Then another new impression, as a thin tube was extruded from the device. Even as she continued to orgasm, she felt it probe deep into her body, deeper than she believed possible. It seemed to push right up into her stomach. For long minutes, it probed around her insides, then it withdrew and the petals closed again.

Seconds later, the needle hooks withdrew from inner flesh and gradually the flow of powerful orgasms subsided. Invasive tubes slimmed down to their previous thickness, to slip slowly from cunt muscles stretched to their limit. Finally the devices slid under their own weight to the floor and the two girls, sweat-soaked and limp as dishrags clung to each other in exhaustion.

LESSON

It was a long while before either girl felt steady enough to attempt to stand but at last they forced themselves onto trembling legs and regained their discarded clothing. Saying little, they gingerly sat on the edge of one of the benches waiting for their strength to return. Typically it was Tracey who broke the silence.
'Wow! Was it the same for you?'
'I guess so. I must have been grunting like a pig in rut!'
'Dunno. I couldn't hear anything past my own squealing. That was some experience but I think it'll be a while before I want anything bigger than your finger up my snatch!'
'Mmmm. Me too. Those needles were a bit nasty.'
'True. But was it ever worth it!' There seemed nothing more to say on the subject, so the two companions sat in friendly silence, arms around each others waists for a further hour.

Finally Hitomi stood and walked over to press the button summoning Trablh back to their presence. After greeting them warmly, he was silent for long moments, scanning the data as he informed them. 'Excellent! Excellent! The operation was a complete success!' he enthused at last.
'Glad to hear it,' Tracey drawled. 'Not sure I'm up to another donation any time soon!'
'No need! No need. I have everything I need to make race live again.'
'Then if you will excuse us, we'll be on our way,' Spacegirl spoke for the first time.
'Of course. You wish to regain familiar surroundings. I understand fully. But if I may, before you go, I am puzzled by one thing. You, the pale lady. Deep in your brain you have a destructive fire. You know of this?' 'Yes, Hitomi replied guardedly. 'It appears from time to time.'
'You do not control force?'
'No. It appears if I am not careful, then it has to be released.'
'I can teach you control fire.' Spacegirl felt a surge of excitement. The destructive mental energy had only formed a couple of times in her mind. But on one occasion it had been responsible for a number of deaths. Every time she had sex it was not far from her thoughts and it tended to inhibit her relationship with Tracey as she could not always fully let herself go for fear of triggering it and hurting the young girl.
'How would you do that?' she asked guardedly.
'Have teaching machine. You touch to head, I teach you.'
'No tricks?' Hitomi's sex still ached from the tiny needle hooks which Trablh had neglected to mention when he spoke of the egg gathering process.
'Tricks! No! I owe you everything! Is small reward for what you do for me.'

Swallowing her fears, Spacegirl pressed her forehead against a black glass plate set into one of the machines. For a brief instant she knew everything that Trablh knew. Then the multiple memories disappeared and only one piece of new knowledge remained. She had the answer! A simple mental exercise could form the ball of psychic lightning in her mind. Another could release it, while a third could harmlessly dissipate the force.
'Thank you so much. That knowledge will be invaluable to me.'
'Is nothing. But it comes with a warning. Use not too freely. Such power has a big price. Use too often will soon destroy brain tissue. Use often, brain soon not work.'
'I see. A weapon of last resort. Still, it's a relief not to worry about setting it off by accident.'
'Last resort. Yes, good thought. Use five times, ten times, no big damage. But use twenty, thirty times and brain begins to fail. Maybe fifty times, you dead.'
'Thank you anyway. I feel in control of my body again.'
'You help me. I help you. Is good. Now you go and I take eggs into tanks. Spaceship goes far away to find new world for race reborn. You not see again.'

Hours later, the two companions had followed Trablh's directions back to the airlock and were suited up ready for their space-jump.
'Goodbye Trablh.'
'Farewell human ladies. If all your race as gracious as you, one day you will be great. Maybe my children will meet your children.'
'Maybe so. Good luck.' With a whoosh of escaping atmosphere, the airlock opened and both girls floated free before aiming themselves in the direction of Miyaki. Arriving back on board, it took a while to calm the computer who had been unable to contact them the entire time they had been in the alien ship. Then, hand in hand, they stood before the large viewscreen watching the massive hulk slip quickly away. Within seconds it had disappeared into the inky darkness of space and short minutes later it was not even registering on long-range sensors.
'I just thought,' Tracey giggled. 'What do we tell Commander Black?'
'I think we report that nothing much happened. No trace of the missing spacers and no sign of life. The thing just upped and went off while we were asleep.' Spacegirl smiled tiredly. 'Even if anyone believed the true story, our reputations are dodgy enough already without us telling everyone we're the mothers of a new race of aliens.'

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