ë Archer - Chain Reaction

They moved against each other. Even with the uniforms between them, she felt the gleaming edge of release coalesce, drawing nearer. It seemed impossible. The last time she’d reached a climax from simply touching, she had been a restless teenager in the cockpit of a local boy’s dustcruiser. Too much experience had happened between then and now for her to be this aroused. And yet she was.

What she wanted, what she needed, was Nils. Inside of her. Erasing the boundaries between them.

She pulled at the fastenings of his uniform. “Strip,” she rasped against his mouth. “Let me feel you.”

“Last I checked, we’re the same rank. Can’t give me orders.”

“Then, as one lieutenant to another, I strongly suggest you get naked.”

His grin was both boyish and wicked. “Having taken your suggestion under advisement, I concur that it’s the wisest course of action.”

They smiled at one another before they both attacked the fastenings on his uniform. An alarm shrilled through the ship, and their fingers froze. An instant later, she pushed upright and went for her blaster.

Nils’s hand covered hers, keeping her weapon holstered. “It’s all right.”

“If that’s PRAXIS—”

He shook his head. “After I made the mods to the ship, I set up an alarm to notify us when the ideal time to approach Marek’s planet arrived.”

“And that time is now.”

He groaned. “Seems like we’re always being interrupted.”

“Missions don’t care if we’re about to get naked.” Her words were flip, but true disappointment cut her right down the middle. She’d been so ready to let down the final boundaries between them. To create true intimacy, the kind she’d never before experienced.

She prayed to the many gods of the Starfield that she and Nils would get their chance.

As much as Nils despised Marek, he had to admit his former colleague had shown ample intelligence when selecting a hideout. The small planet appeared thick with dense vegetation, huge stretches of land covered by tangles of jungle. Not all civilizations were visible from thousands of miles up, but he ran scan after scan and found scarcely any sign of sentient habitation. Aside from Marek, the only indications of culture came in the form of isolated encampments. Further scanning proved that the encampments consisted of a few primitive huts and nothing more.

He and Celene would have to avoid these settlements, in case any of the inhabitants had a connection to Marek and alerted him to their presence.

“We’re going to have to trek in to Marek’s compound,” he said as they approached the planet. “If we land too close, he’ll be able to detect us.”

“In all your training, you ever deal with bushcraft?”

“Some,” he admitted. “Mostly, I’ve read texts. You?”

“Used to go camping on my homeworld. But,” she added, “I haven’t been on my homeworld in decades.”

“The sightless piloting the sightless.”

He stared out the front window of the Phantom as Celene carefully guided the Phantom to a good landing site. As they drew closer to the surface, he noted the massive size of the trees, tall as buildings, with wide trunks and long, twisting branches. Seeing through the canopy to the ground below proved difficult, but he occasionally caught glimpses of forest floor bisected by green rivers. They were still too far up to get a sense of animal life, though bright-colored, avian-like creatures burst from the trees and wheeled in the sky as Celene located a clearing and began to lower the ship.

Despite the narrow confines of the clearing, she brought the Phantom down effortlessly. Not a single tree branch was disturbed or broken. He could see how easily legends about her formed. She did almost everything with faultless skill. Yet he possessed tangible proof that Celene wasn’t a legend, but a real woman of heart and flesh.

The increase of his heartbeat’s rhythm came not just from landing on an alien planet’s surface, but remembering what had transpired between him and Celene less than an hour ago. The honesty they had shared. The heat of their bodies. The brutal demand that transformed him completely. With just a few memories of her legs around his hips, his cock stirred, and his hunger returned on sharp claws. He’d been moments away from making love to her atop the galley table, and wanted to take her back there now.

He forced all of this away. Many geomiles of unexplored jungle stood between them and Marek, and when they did finally reach the traitor, they’d have to breach his security measures, destroy the plans for the Wraith disruption device, capture Marek, and find their way back.

The Phantom touched down. A gentle shake rocked the ship as it settled onto terra firma. Celene exhaled at the landing.

“Another perfect landing,” he said.

She grinned. “Next time, give me a challenge.”

He rubbed his hands on his thighs, drying his damp palms on the fabric of his uniform. “The challenge is already here.” He nodded out the window, and she followed his gaze.

At ground level, the jungle appeared even more treacherous. A naturalist might consider the profusion of gigantic plant life to be rich with potential, begging to be studied and catalogued. Yet he saw abundant danger. Carnivorous plants were well documented. Any of these massive plants could be waiting with maws filled with digestive enzymes. Surely with this plentiful flora, animals and insects teemed, and any of them could be fatal. Swamps, rivers, falls. Hostile natives. A thousand ways to die. Most of them unpleasant.

He was very far from Engineering.

Celene stood and shouldered her pack. “Ready?”

He got to his feet and slung his own pack onto his shoulders. “Of course.”

They stepped out of the Phantom and into a thick, green wilderness. Vines covered with luridly bright flowers snaked around the tree trunks, and plants with leaves as wide and broad as wasserboats drooped overhead. Outside of the ship, the sounds of the jungle came in a cacophony. Unknown animals cried out to one another, wings of large avian creatures flapped and the drones of insects came as loud as engines.

As Celene adjusted the straps of her pack, he saw a long-legged ruminant peering at them from the shelter of the underbrush. The animal had green fur, mottled like the forest floor, and a long, sinuous neck. It stared at the newcomers with six violet-black eyes. Nils knew better than to approach it, and was even more thankful for his caution when he saw the creature’s young poke its head out from between its parent’s legs.

The most dangerous animals were the ones with young. Even gentle beasts turned deadly if they sensed a threat to their babies.

He slanted a glance toward Celene. She was checking her weapons with a practiced eye, her motions quick and capable. No doubt in his mind that, of the two of them, she had far more experience in combat. Yet seeing her against the backdrop of the treacherous jungle, a primal need tore through him, far removed from the orderly world of the 8^th Wing and his Engineering lab.

Have to protect her.

The thought almost made him laugh aloud. If anyone was going to do the protecting, it would likely be her saving his ass. But this wasn’t about the responsibility of one soldier to look after another, or modding a pilot’s ship to ensure he or she fought well. This was about him and Celene, together.

The thought shook him, so much so that it took her saying his name three times before he answered.

“You with me?” she asked, a frown between her brows.

He drew a breath. “Every step.”

Together, they moved into the forest.

Dark green shade immediately covered them, but the air was no cooler. He felt as though he were swimming through the atmosphere, its damp heat pressing down like a hundred hands trying to shove him to the ground. Within minutes he’d soaked through his uniform.

“Marek’s compound is on the coast.” He checked the scanning device clipped to his pack. “Jungle on three of its sides, pounding surf on the other.”

“Distance?” She climbed carefully over a root as thick as a normal tree.

“Given the conditions, calculating our rate of speed, factoring in rest periods and this planet’s rate of revolution…” He ran the computation through his head. “We should reach him by midday tomorrow.”

A wry smile curved her mouth. “In the meantime we have all this natural beauty to entertain us.” She glanced up as a long yellow reptilian creature slid along a branch, sunlight reflecting off its jagged scales. It left a trail of glistening slime on the bough. As both Celene and Nils watched, the reptile struck out at a blue-furred mammalian animal perched on another branch. The mammal barely had time to squeak in alarm as poison-tipped fangs sank into its side. In a minute, the reptile had unhinged its jaw and was slowly digesting its prey.

Nils double-checked to be sure his blaster held a full charge and was easily accessible.

Silently, they pushed on deeper into the jungle. He felt torn between fascination with this alien place and a perpetual sense of wariness. As he and Celene trekked, they wordlessly pointed out to one another the continuously unfolding wonder of the rainforest. Incandescent flowers he could barely span with his outstretched arms. Creatures that appeared to be a cross between arachnids and feathered birds of prey. A herd of horselike animals. They watched him and Celene pass, their orange-and-pink hides twitching with caution. Clearly the beasts had had some interaction with humanoids, judging by the wide berth they gave Celene and Nils.