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"How're you doing, Master Chief?" Hugh asked.
"Getting' better. Where did you find that little fuckin' Amazon? I feel like I've been kicked by one of Willie's Mechs!" Manny replied. "And call me Manny fer chriezsake! Did you survive Willie's questions?"
"Yes he did, but he's in a world more shit. The Confeds have ordered all multi-blues detained. The order hasn't 'officially' gotten here yet, though, so he's got a few minutes to get out of here. Hugh, put your thumb on the accept icon." When he complied, Willie kissed his forehead. "Go with Tabby and Jinx," She waved to the two armored Marines behind her. "They'll get you up to your new ship. Once you get there, stay there. We can't legally grab you on your own ship unless you ask us too. I'll help your ladies get everything taken care of down here, then come up myself. I've already sent Mercedes up. She grabbed a couple of her friends that believe in the cause and they should be getting the ship ready. The rest of this story you can learn later. Please trust us, and get out of here!"
After kissing both Jenna and Fallon, Hugh followed the two huge power-suits out of Medical and through the doors to the space port. Fallon and Jenna looked at Willie fearfully. "What's going on?"
"In a few minutes, the order for me to detain all multi-blue men will come through, and I'd have had to arrest Hugh. I caught a glimpse of his Codex when he was fighting that anomaly. Once he's logged out of the base, and on his own ship, no one can touch him. Confederation jurisdiction ends at his airlock hatch," Willie explained.
"Girls, please go back to our quarters, pack up your stuff, and grab my space bag. Head back to the Port and request transport up to ... uh, Willie? What's the ship's name?" Manny asked.
"The Titania. She's in slot four-twenty-one. Ladies," Willie turned to Jenna and Fallon. "You need to resign, Lieutenant, or they'll list you as a deserter. Then you both need to get your gear, and get up to the ship. You need to hurry, because I imagine the Captain will want to leave as soon as his cargo finishes getting loaded."
"You gave him that ship?" Manny said. "I thought I got to play 'supercargo'?"
"Just let Doc Ryan get you up to the ship, okay? Now stay there and get better, swabby!" Willie shot at her friend.
"Swabby! Heartless ground-pounder! Just wait 'till I get outta here!" Manny started as Willie leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Shut up, Master Chief."
"Yes sir."
"Move Girls! We have no time!"
Hugh stayed quiet as the two beautiful, armored, mountains escorted him safely to the ship. Once there though, they let him precede them. "May we come aboard sir?"
Hugh turned back to them. "You're staying? Sure, maybe now you can tell me what the hell's going on?"
"Willie, Manny and others have been getting ready to 'jump ship' for awhile. They've proof of a conspiracy within the Confederation. We don't know the particulars, but it has something to do with the Breeders Guild and the Council." While Tabby had been talking, Jinx was leading them through the ship. "Anyway, they've been getting this ship ready for months. They've been sneaking stuff up here to get it ready. The planned for command crew hadn't shown yet, so you just became the keel plate owner of the F.T.F Titania, a two-hundred giga-ton, heavy freighter, registered under the Free Trade Federation. You are the legal owner and operator of this ship, and technically everything on her."
The door before them slid open and Jinx called, "Captain on deck!"
The only two people on the bridge stood and came to attention. Hugh grinned. "As you were. What's our status?"
"The last two cargo pods have left the surface and our remaining crew will be docking in thirty minutes. We should be ready for boost in about an hour, Captain."
Hugh nodded acknowledgement, but sighed. "Please open a channel to the incoming shuttle."
"On screen sir," the guy manning the operations panel said.
"Jenna, Fallon, I need to take command of the ship, but neither of you will get here in time. Do I have your permission to ... ask the Chief Engineer?" Hugh asked.
Jenna looked confused but Fallon whispered in her ear, and her eyes got wide. "Really? There's actually a tradition like that?"
Grinning, Fallon nodded. "We need to say yes, or it would curse the ship until she goes to the breakers."
"Do we at least get to watch?" Jenna asked, grinning.
Fallon looked up. "The Engineer would be good, Hugh. However, we want to watch, and you better save some for tonight!"
"Engineer to the bridge please." Hugh asked. He hoped the girl would agree, or there was another female member of the crew that would.
"She's on her way, sir."
"Thank you. What's your name?" Hugh asked.
"Ensign Ken Yumi, sir."
"Thank you, Mr. Yumi. And yours?" Hugh asked the other man.
"Junior Lieutenant Harker Santorini, sir."
"I bet that yielded one hell of a nickname, Ell-tee."
The lieutenant blushed. "Yes sir; they called me HackySack."
Another door slid open and a small, young-looking, dark haired girl stood there. She entered the Bridge and Hugh could see her hard nipples through her jump suit. "Chief Engineer Mercedes Kinds, sir."
"Relax, Mercedes. Are you familiar with the tradition of christening the keel plate?" Hugh asked.
"Yes sir, I am." Mercedes said her breathing deepening, and her nostrils flaring.
"I think it would be fitting for it to be the Chief Engineer's Orgasm that blesses this ship, don't you?"
"It would be my honor, sir!"
"Strip, Chief," Hugh said, and almost laughed as she had her suit off almost as fast as he told her to remove it. She moved towards him and kissed him on the lips as she took her place in the Captain's chair. She was slouched down with her bald little pussy ready for fucking. Her silver and white Codex shone brightly on her chest.
Hugh stripped out of his clothes too. She was staring hungrily at his hard cock, but when he moved between her legs, she gasped and reached out for his Codex. He took it off, and she locked it into hers. She looked up at him in awe and hope.
"We'll see, sweet girl, don't get your hopes up yet." He swabbed his cock over her gushing slit multiple times and noticed she was pretty small. "You're pretty small, sweet girl, are you sure you want to do this? You're not supposed to cry out in pain."
"Yes, please!" She begged, almost in tears.
"Mr. Yumi, ship-wide please," Hugh asked.
"Channel open, sir!"
As Hugh looked down into the eyes of the beautiful young woman he had yet to formally meet. He addressed the crew. "Attention, all personnel. My name is Ship's Master Hughbert Michael Goodwin. I am assuming the Captaincy of the F.T.F. Titania. Would all personnel please stand by for the Christening of the Keel Plate; 'Through good times and times bad, through fell weather and weather fair, to the end and beyond with us she'll see. May her crews serve her well, her heart ne're broken. So we Bless and Christen thee with love and life so spoken."
"Say we AYE!" echoed from the halls of the great ship.
Hugh began pushing gently against the unbroken hymen and caressed the girl. He caressed her large breasts, and plucked at her nipples. She groaned in response to his teasing, arched her back and pushed at him, trying to get his cock into her.
He slid a hand down her taught tummy and started to pinch her distended clit. When he felt her rapidly build up to her peak; he pushed into her as it hit; tearing through her hymen, and pushing four inches of his meat into her tiny, over-stretched sex.
"OHHHHH GODSSSS!!!!!!" the girl screamed as she tried to keep pushing more into herself. She howled as Hugh stuffed more cock into her. He stopped when he felt himself pushing against her back wall. In order to allow her to adjust at least a little, he held himself there, and gently moved from side to side.
Very slowly she began to come down from her peak, and when she opened her eyes, he started slowly making love to her. Tradition held that, if her orgasm stopped, then that was it. The longer he could make her come, the more blessed the ship.
He was afraid the girl was going to faint ten minutes later when he could no longer hold off his own orgasm. His voice joined hers as he shot rope after rope of his semen into her small, fertile, uterus.
From what Mercedes had heard of the male orgasm, she expected them to be finished now. She'd had no idea how long it'd been, but the orgasm she was still feeling had been really fabulous. The only problem was that she couldn't stop coming. He was still making love to her! She started praying to the gods again as he started thrusting deeply into her, launching her orgasm back into orbit.
An hour and fifteen minutes later, Hugh carried his small, twitching lover, lead by her happily crying mother, into the girl's quarters. Willie got naked, and climbed into bed to hold her daughter while she recovered.
Hugh kissed the girl lovingly on the lips and caressed her cheek as he set her down in her bed. She smiled up at him.
"I'd stay with you, sweet girl, but we need to get moving. Thank you for helping me to ensure this ship will have a long and wonderful life," Hugh said.
"I know you're married, but thank you for the love; it made it so much better for me," Mercedes said, and snuggled into her mother's muscular chest.
Hugh kissed Willie too. "Take care of her, and I'll see you both at dinner tonight."
"You're going to have the whole ship in love with you, you know. I'm starting to wish I could get pregnant again." Willie said. "See ya tonight, handsome."
He left the girl's quarters, and followed Jinx back to the bridge. He got a whiff of very aroused woman, and grinned at the big blond. "This whole ship's gonna smell like pussy for a week isn't it?"
"I'm afraid it's gonna be longer than that, sir, we forgot the air freshener back at base!"