Message-ID: <21639asstr$944287801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" From: jennings@camtech.net.au (Alex jennings) Subject: {ASSM} Jet Force Gemini story parts 1&2. Date: Sat, 4 Dec 1999 01:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, gill-bates All characters in this piece of fiction are the property of Nintendo and Rareware. I have no right to use them. And I will stop using them if they tell me to. Thanks. Part one. She was woke by the slight shudder of the autopilot landing the pod on the grounds just outside the water ruin she had discovered. The grouchy bear, and the tribals had long gone from the area and the only thing that made noise was the lapping of the huge ocean around her. This was her paradise. She could swim, explore, and there was nobody around. Only here, and at her homeland Earth was she happy. And she was only getting to Earth when she meets up with the rest of her team, and they had lost all contact after the first meeting with Mizar, the brutal tyrant. Finally after a seemingly long wait the engines stopped emitting the dangerous radiation and the pod hatch unlocked itself. Vela stood up for the first time in 10 hours, and started running to get some blood flow back into her legs. She ran down the path to the water edge and then back to the pod. She ran past the pod on to a flat rock, and then jumped into the water, her arms piercing the water to accommodate her body. she dove down to the rocky bottom, and then she flew back up again. The power of her leg propelling her out of the water, she gripped onto the flat rock and pulled herself up onto it, her legs gleaming with the sheen of the water.She looked over her uniform, and she noticed how dirty it was. Her whole uniform was covered in sweat stains, dirt, grime, and alien blood. Her pod didn't have anything to wash the clothes. She decided to wash them here on a rock. Of course she would have to go naked for a while, but she knew the place was deserted, and the water very warm. She needed a wash herself anyway. Her boots came off, then her socks. She took off her gloves, and took one final look around to see if anybody was watching. Floyd was in the pod recharging. She was paranoid, only she and the medical staff at Jet Force H.Q. had seen her naked, she wanted the number to stay that small. Her Womanly fingers ran down the back of her armour, pressing the clip buttons. With a hydraulic hiss the armour undid itself. The lights when out and the armour stood rigid, without a power source it didn't move freely. Vela moved her torso without the armour on, she felt different, she had new movements she hadn't had for at least a week. Clammy sweat held her grey shirt to her back, and to her breasts. She undid the buttons, and pulled it off. The warm summer air hit her almost bare torso like a new lease of life, she felt refreshed, and it was going to take a while before she got back into the armour. She left her white bra on, and unfastened her belt. It undid, and she felt behind her back, just at the top of her ass, for the clip that undid her skirt. It unclipped, and it fell to her ankles, she felt free. She jumped down onto the lower rock ledge, so the water came up to her belly button. She found six suitable rocks, and put them up on the ledge. She got her shirt, placed it under water trapped by the rock on top of it. She got each of her socks and put them under separate rock. She got her skirt, and she put that under a rock. She felt behind her back for the clip on her bra, it snapped, and her bra fell off her shoulders, freeing her breasts to bounce more freely, her usually soft nipples were rock hard. She placed the bra under a rock. She put her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, and slid them down. She pulled them up to the surface, and then put them under a rock. With all her clothes trapped under water she hoped they would be a little cleaner when she got back. On that thought she dolphined into the water and toward the ruins, she was going to have fun here. For the first time she felt free, her troubles were soon forgotten in the water around her. She glided through the water, never far from the surface. When she rose she noticed the way her breasts bobbed up and down on the surface. She pushed them underwater, and they bobbed to the surface, her nipples grew harder from her prodding and padding. She also noticed the way her tan finished at her elbows, and halfway up her thighs. She rose out of the water at the ruin, and planted herself on a hot rock. She fell to sleep on her back, she woke up two hours later and turned over for a full bodied tan. She wondered why she was doing this. Who was she going to impress with a tan hidden by her armour. She slept again, her mind filled with the beauty of the galaxy. Rith Essa, Goldwood, and even the tyrants palace had some splendour. She woke, and it was night. The hot summer air had cooled. For no reason she panicked to get back to the pod. She swam quickly to the pod to find Floyd buzzing around the pod. "Where have you been?" He asked in his metallic drone. "Having a rest Floyd. You should to." Vela replied. Naked, but not caring. Floyd was a robot. He didn't count as a person. "Having a rest?" Floyd spat back at her. His voice somehow showing outrage. "The whole galaxy is at stake and your off having a rest? You call yourself a warrior?" "Shut up Floyd." Vela replied, not committing herself to the argument. "Get the pod ready, I need to get dressed." Vela returned to her under water clothes. Something didn't seem right. She looked again and she felt herself blush. Her panties had gone. Part two Vela slopped on the wet clothes in embarrassment. She needed to get another pair of panties from the main ship. "As long as it hasn't been destroyed yet." She thought. She fitted the bra to her breasts, and then put the wet shirt over that, the cold evening air making her nipples stick out through the double layer of fabric. She then put on her skirt, fixing it so it sat comfortably on her hips. Her belt was put on next, and then the armour. It was very heavy as she fixed it to her torso, when she had it in place she pushed the two amour panels at her back together, with five snaps and a beep the armour reconnected itself and it power up giving it a feeling of weightlessness. She walked towards the pod keeping her legs close together. Through the whole dressing Floyd had been watching her from the pod. He raised a mechanical eyebrow. "How strange." He thought. Vela made herself as comfortable a possible in the reclined pilot chair. "Good news." Floyd started. "It seems your brother has made it back to the main ship. We have radio contact with him. He wishes to speak with you." "Put him up on the screen Floyd." The monitor flickered on and there was Juno sitting down with just a towel around his waist. He looked very happy. "Good to see you sister." Juno started. "Good to see you Juno." Vela answered back. "Anything wrong?" "There's a problem with my pod, and the ship's repair robot were destroyed in the boarding. I was wondering if Floyd could do the job?" "What seems to be the problem?" Floyd asked, liking the attention. "Just the gyroscope needs some work." "Oooh good!" Floyd answered, "This will give me a chance to brush up on my physics." Vela sighed, looking at her brother made her homesick. "We're on our way Juno. See you in six hours." Vela told him. "Okay. See you the..." Juno couldn't finish before Vela switched off the link. Floyd set the coordinates, the hatch snapped shut, and the pod lifted off the ground, and away towards the main ship where Juno was waiting. Juno dropped the towel, and was left in his shorts. He jumped head long into the swimming pool the ship accommodated. He swam back a forth, wondering why Vela had to be his sister, if she was just a normal girl he would fuck her any day. He had already been through her quarters looking at her swimsuit, her panties, and wondering how a piece of material can keep her breasts in order. He kept on wondering, waiting the six hour for the pod to return, it seemed an eternity. To be continued.... I need comments about this piece. As well as ideas. Of course this is a joke. I don't think anybody should take this seriously. Also please don't copy this or change it to suit yourself. Ask me first. Copyright James Jennings 1999. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | | --- | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. | | If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help | | Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.| | Donations: | \_________________________________________________________________________/