The uncontrollable earth fleet drifted in G-215 orbit for more than 8 hours. Technicians and robots unsuccessfully tried to restore the power supply. Vitto received reports every hour - one is no longer consoling than the other.

The energy in the engines was, but it did not work. All the ships of the fleet were immersed in total darkness. The lighting worked in places and there was more harm than good from it. Not very bright sources of emergency lighting, gave narrow cones of light, filling the ship with small islands between which anyone could pass unnoticed, literally a couple of meters away. The nature of emergency lighting work for Vitto and technicians was a mystery. As if someone specially tuned the light so that it interferes more than it illuminates. Personal communication devices did not work, just like flashlights and any other electrical appliances. Open fire burned. However, there were no crazies ready to light the spacecraft with torches.

The personnel, quietly talking, sat, stood, lay anywhere. People tried to get together in groups. From everywhere came the muffled roar of voices. Trained and brave infantrymen. Their less trained colleagues are from the crew. All were on an equal footing. On a defenseless ship immersed in a medieval night. The weapon does not work, the guns do not shoot. Exo skeletons do not work. Take cushy.

Technician Deeply (yes, yes, this is a hint) moved by touch from an island of light to an island. Ahead puffed senior technician Ivanov. From time to time he heard muffled curses and angry hiss. For an hour, they checked the line, cable for cable and could not find damage. However, the order is an order. Energy was, but did not get to consumers. Anyone would decide that the wiring is to blame. So they worked hard, while the rest of them cooled off in the dark, setting bikes to each other.

The ship was familiar to the last screw, and yet. In complete darkness, even in modern man, ancient fears and especially fear of the dark awakened. The ship has become very mysterious and even frightening. How many things appear on it acquire ominous outlines, if they are not spoiled with bright light. Imagination painted different pictures, mostly drawn from movies and games. I always remembered the classics of the genre. Deepley reassured herself. “Whoever disconnects power to the earth’s fleet, he is clearly highly developed and will not attack the ship in order to devour the crew. It's too primitive.

Ivanov suddenly stopped talking and stopped making any sounds at all. Dipley at that moment stood in a cone of light and saw absolutely nothing beyond it.

- Artem Petrovich, where are you? Darkness did not answer.

Elena Dipley's heart spasmed. The technical tunnel was very narrow. Together it was possible to disperse, but imperceptibly never.

“If you're joking like that, it's not funny at all,” Deepley squeaked.

Having made several uncertain steps, Elena went out into the open. Emergency lighting did not give light, but it was very difficult to get used to the eyes to complete darkness. Very clever, Deepley thought evilly.

She suddenly froze when she heard a strange sound. Working in one place for so long, you involuntarily memorize everything, and quickly identify which device or process can make one or another sound. But it was something new. It was as if someone had spanked bare feet on the metal floor and dragged something heavy behind him.

Elena was frightened in earnest. She turned 180 and rushed to the tunnel, from which only got out.Something hit her legs, and all the way the girl fell to the floor. Something heavy approached her in the dark. Deeply tried to make out, but she could not, as if her eyes were blindfolded. Complete darkness. She strained her eyesight for strength, but achieved only chaotic spots and various sparkling phantoms. At that moment, something approached her. She felt horrified to feel even, clean breath on her face. It was a living thing! It shifted somewhere to the side and Deepley was amazed to feel the touch of soft lips on her neck, then on her earlobe.

- Yes, it's a man! Decided to play me! “Ivanov, you are completely fucked up,” exclaimed the girl and tried to get up. Something hard and spiky lay on her neck and pinned to the floor, depriving the air of screaming.

Elena fell silent again. The same hard and spiked shackles lay on the ankles and hands. This is definitely not a man.

The creature did not attack, and the grip on the neck weakened. Elena continued to lie, barely breathing. She absolutely did not understand what was happening. Hot breath wandered through her body. By touch and movement, Deepley realized that the creature was above her on all fours. It was very close. Through the fabric of the jumpsuit, the girl began to feel a strong heat emanating from the body of an alien.

This went on for quite some time. The heat of the body intensified when the creature pressed against the body of the victim and his lips touched his chest, ears, cheeks.

Elena relaxed a bit. They were definitely not going to kill her. In addition, the smell emanating from the creature was unexpectedly pleasant. Absolutely inappropriate pictures got into their heads, as if from the depths of imagination. Pictures scared. But, unnaturally, excited!

Elena carefully raised her hand and touched the creature's body. Velvety leather or suit? She immediately pulled back her hand. The creature in front of it sank lower, clinging to its body.

- It wants me to touch it?

Already a little bolder, Deepley touched the body of an alien. In his movements, she realized that he liked it! The second hand Elena touched the creature from the other side. Now she represented the approximate dimensions of the creature. It really was leather! Fingertips, the girl felt the pulse. The skin was soft, velvety. The taut muscles slowly rolled under the skin.

The heart beat like an abnormal one, the lungs sucked in and pushed out the air, despite attempts to control breathing. Looking at the situation from the Elena tried to comprehend what is happening. - It lies in the dark, on the floor, somewhere on a drifting spacecraft and a potential enemy, very powerful, became interested in it. He inexplicably shows friendliness and a desire to be closer.

- Does it really want me ?! - came up with an unexpected thought. What kind of idiotic fantasy Lena - she immediately straightened herself.

And yet. It was easy to imagine that she was blindfolded, and her lover was a great lover of long preludes, it would not go to the main point. That's what this situation looked like!

Elena began to lose control of herself. The situation has suddenly become very piquant. Whether she convinced herself or so it was. But it seems that this creature wants it!

Deeply slowly stroked the creature's belly and bumped into the navel. Neat little belly button! Hands involuntarily moved higher. Touched chest. - Not! Yes this is tits !? A little bolder girl stroked her breasts with her palms. - Right. Big, full tits! This is a woman?! - But then what puts pressure on my stomach?

Deeply gently lowered her hands over her stomach and stumbled upon a red-hot smooth penis head. Huge dick! The member started and throbbed, radiating profusely heat in the palm of the girl. The creature was excited. Very excited!

Elena put her hands behind the creature's back. Here everything was solid, angular, and spiked. Dangerous. Across the back was an angular, much articulate comb, which suddenly turned into the same tail. His end, Lena could not grope. “What are you,” she thought in a light daze.

Her hands automatically darted higher and groped the face of a stranger. The face is human. At least - to the touch.Plump lips, smooth cheeks, eyebrows, eyelashes. Everything is in place. Someone else, patiently allowed to feel herself. Lena groped her ears, ran her hand over her lips. Her finger slipped inside the open mouth and she felt the touch of ordinary teeth and wet tongue. The stranger slowly grabbed Lena’s finger with her lips and licked it.

- What does it taste like? - Damn, Lena! What's wrong with you, - the dugout pulled itself up. - But still?

“Who are you?” Asked ...