Prologue: Troubled Dreams
#1 of Calls of the Force
Authors Note: Although I am a great lover of fiction literature in general, I've never before had the confidence to even attempt to contribute to the world that had been making mine all the brighter for several years, let alone making it sexy. I've been visiting Yiff Star for one or two years (I didn't bother counting), and I must say, a lot of the people here are brilliant authors. Aside from writing terrific sex scenes, these afore mentioned (yet un-named) authors have created stories and characters that have captured my imagination, and it is my intent to do the same. While this section of the story is a little vague, I can assure, it really is furry. I'm eager to read what you have to say, so please, comment.
Be gentle. It's my first time.
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Bolts of bright yellow energy screamed past the cockpit canopy, their bright color and speed clashing almost violently with the dark stillness of space over head. The pilot took the craft into a dive a split second before they were visible on pure instinct. A quick glance at the display showed that while there was a full squadron of enemy fighters waiting just out of range, only one had moved to close with it's target. This one seemingly courageous pilot took his craft howling over the other, nearly dragging it's underbelly across its foe's canopy, revealing it self to be just what our pilot had feared.
The attacking ship was coated in a matte black material, making it nearly impossible to see in the blackness of open space if not for the three burning-white engines that propelled it. As it came around, slowing from the extreme speed it had been traveling at to get ahead of its comrades, it banked high, revealing it's spider like outline against the star field. Not one to wait for impending death, the supposed prey shot forward, the dark enemy growing suddenly large as beams of searing red fired in retaliation.
A dual ensued, for that's what it was, two masters of zero-G combat clashing to the best of their abilities while the other dozen or so ships waited on the outskirts of the battle, ready to strike should their leader come in danger. Red and yellow lances of energy mixed strangely in the darkness as the dog fight continued, the skill of both pilots clearly very high. Through the canopy (and cockpit displays), the pilot saw the enemy spin and whirl, almost impossible to follow as it neatly dodged every single blast of bright red fired upon it, while the pilot's craft moved just as quick, instinctively dipping and rolling, weaving in and out of the yellow maze of screeching death.
The battle continued for what seemed like an eternity, the two ships moving quickly through the void. Sweat stung the pilots eyes, but the helmet wasn't removed, and the gloved hands griped the controls even tighter in determination. Suddenly, with no warning from any of the ship's the systems, every instrument in the cockpit cut off, shrouding the pilot in darkness. The pilot closed its eyes, knowing that as long as the controls still worked, onboard instruments weren't needed. When it felt right, the ship responded, almost to thought rather than action, and the pilot felt a fierce grin spread beneath the helmet's visor.
The fight continued, the high-pitched sounds of rapid-fire filling the pilots' ears. But instead of being distracting, the near steady noise was calming, serving to put the pilot into a light trance, instinct taking full control of the fighter now. The tide of battle began to turn, and the black spider-craft was pushed to evade more and more, yellow lasers firing less and less as the pilot gave it fewer and fewer openings.
The pilot felt it more than anything else, a near bone shattering vibration accompanied by a sense of sheer wrongness that pervaded the very fabric space around them. As the pilot opened it's its eyes, there was a sudden realization that something was very, very wrong.
The enemy was no where to be found, but the pilot didn't even notice in the face far stranger occurrences. Although the ships engines were going at nearly suicidal speeds, the ship was practically stationary. With a loud bang, one of the twin engines failed, the craft giving a sudden, violent jerk backwards as it's forward momentum was cut fifty percent.
Knowing full well that discretion was the better part of valor, the pilot decided that it was time to go, and with the enemy squadron no where in sight, it felt like a safe time to make the jump to light-speed. Since the displays were gone, the pilot, eyes closed, mentally counted down the seconds needed to charge the hyperdrive engines. Right on the zero, the was a hum throughout the small ship, but when the pilots' eyes opened, they weren't greeted with the expected cloudy blue tunnel of hyperspace, instead seeing the same starscape as before, although it was shaking violently.
Looking up and around in sudden worry, the pilot finally saw what it was that could pull back even a hyperdrive, and her quiet voice was filled with fear and awe as the ship was inexorably pulled into the darkness.
"Black hole!"
It was then that a near deafening explosion wracked the ship, filling the void with white.
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Ethan Marshal bolted upright from his bed, sheets clinging to his sweaty body as he looked out the window, his breath coming in deep pants. As his eyes looked around the starry sky, its familiar constellations slowly calmed him after the strange formations from his all to vivid dream. But as he lay back down, slipping back under the covers before the cold autumn night stole the warmth they had gathered, he had the strangest feeling that the dream was much more significant than a simple subconscious diversion.
He knew, with a certainty he couldn't explain, that it would change his life. Forever.
Worried though he was, the young man's mind was quickly falling into unconsciousness once more, all thoughts of the mysterious pilot and her fate gone from his head.
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So ends the prologue. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I certainly hope it's served it's purpose in whetting your appetites for the rest of the story. Although there was no sex involved, I can assure you, it will happen. A lot.