Battleship Destroyer (33 page)

The more he thought about it
, the more certain he was that he was crazy and the damn engine would not work. It was all coming together way to easy. Impossibly easy and what he had designed was becoming less understandable by the minute. The fact that his upgrade used existing coils in a slightly different way with software doing most of the work just made Jack feel like it had to be impossible.

"Well
First Class Turner. If nothing has come to mind then it is time to hit our racks." She headed back for the elevator. "They should be done by the time we finish breakfast in the morning."

Back in the Red Dwarf
Jack started to stop the elevator at the enlisted personnel crew decks just below the lowest main mass tank. "Hold on Turner."  The Ensign tapped the button and continued up. "I had your locker cleaned out and your things taken to where I can keep an eye on you in officer country." It took a good 5 minutes before he followed the ensign off the platform but with his head pounding it felt like an hour. Jack hesitated at the hatch that said “Officers Only,” only to be jerked through the hatch by his arm and then they stopped by the Junior Officers Wardroom for a snack and some hot herbal tea to relax.

"I am beat Ensign but my mind is still flying even if
my head is killing me. I just don't know why I can't understand half of what I did tonight anymore. It’s bugging me. I don't think I can get much sleep."

"Don't worry Turner,
you can hardly keep your eyes open now. You'll sleep." And finished her tea. “Finish your donut and tea. I am beat.”

S
he took him to a cabin with only one name in the two nameplate slides next to the hatch with two bunks in it. One on each side with a head next to the entry hatch across from a sink. As soon as she was through the hatch she started stripping off her clothes. When Jack just stared at her from the hatch open mouthed, she turned back around and said grimly. "Close your mouth. That is your bunk." She pointed to the bunk across from her. "My bunk is off limits 1st Class Turner." She held up a pocket Taser. Now get in yours. Reveille is still at 0700." She climbed into her bunk with her panties barely covering her butt with a bra that looked more like a wraparound bandage than a bra making her look not quite flat barrel chested. He could see her breasts squished down pulled around her sides until they were only sticking out front a couple of inches. Creating the big double lumped donut close around her chest instead of mountains sticking out. It looked painful to him. She was not even close to being fat like he had thought she looked. Then she pulled the blanket over herself, turned over, closed her eyes and was lightly breathing in seconds. Jack used the head and hesitated pulling off his pants to lay down in the other bunk. The shock of having her for a cabin mate instead of 3 other guys, let alone in officers’ country, driving all thought of the engine conversion out of his head. He stared in disbelief at the back of the woman in the bunk next to him as he sat down on the bunk. After a few minutes he finally stripped down to his shorts and climbed into the bunk and turned out the light. He fell asleep in seconds.

The E
nsign opened her eyes and frowned at Jack lightly snoring across from her. A little disappointed that he had not given her an excuse to use her Taser on him and turned over on her back. Taking a quick look to make sure he was asleep, she pulled her bunks curtain around from the foot of her bunk leaving it partially open at the head of her bunk so she could keep an eye on Jack. She pulled down her blanket and unzipped the Velcro clasp up the wide band of her bra letting her breasts spring out into huge mountains. Taking a big breath of relief as she rubbed them back and forth and around with her eyes closed. It felt so good to finally be able to breathe without all the restriction and pain. She left the bra hanging with the cups that were more wide strap than cups, loose to her sides so she could quickly fasten her boobs back into flat mounds if Jack woke up. A precaution she used in her cabin during the day and evening hours while she worked on the hours of paper work demanded of officers.

Leaving
her blanket down over her stomach she left her breasts towering above her chest, exposed to the air letting them and herself breathe. Finally relaxing as she continued to rub them trying to work out the sore spots from the tightly wrapped bra. Eventually she pulled the bunks side curtain down far enough and reached around to a drawer beside the head of her bunk and pulled out a tube of cream and spread it on a sore running across under her breasts where the tight lower hard strap of her bra had rubbed her raw. A chronic problem with the tight strapping bra.

Grimacing
every time her fingers rubbed the cream over the sores under her breasts.  Staring at Jack in the pitch black darkness wishing she could block the light he was giving off so she could stop seeing him but she had already taken out every bulb and even replaced the glowing LED clock on the wall with an LCD so it did not glow at night keeping her awake. The pitch blackness also providing her with some safety in her mind, from any intruders breaking in to rape her. The reason she had an officers Cabin usually for two to herself after Tasering her roommate when her roommate had gotten up in the middle of the night and startled her. But she could still see Jack’s body heat and blood pumping through his veins as plain as day. Shaking her head she started to draw the screen back up around her bunk but stopped. Staring into the darkness as his face and body glowed at her in the dark. She was not going to give him a chance to sneak up on her without her being able to see him as soon as he moved. She left the screen curtain open part of the way toward the foot of her bunk. After all the Captain had said not to let him out of her sight and she wanted to be able to move fast if he even so much as got up and came near her bunk. She had been looking forward to doing that to him for years. Now she could not believe he was in the bunk next to her. But she also knew he was much too tired to attack her at the moment so she would wait and closed her eyes. She knew that she was good at coming out fighting if he did try when she was asleep. After all, her old roommate had tripped in the total dark and fallen into her bunk on her way to the head and had gotten Tasered months before. She just wanted to be awake when she did it to Jack, so she could enjoy it.

----------------------

The Ensign rolled out of her bunk ready to Taser someone, a few hours later after her alarm went off but no one was around to Taser.   Calming down, she realize that he had not moved. Fighting the urge to Taser him anyway, as a way to wake him up, she sat on her bunk with her boobs hanging out and took a deep breath. Then went and showered and dressed taking her time. Then spent 10 minutes getting him out of his bunk before she could drag him down and push him into the shower still half asleep as she tried to keep her eyes closed as she kept having to wake him every few seconds, trying to keep from looking at him naked. In the officers mess he was still talking in monosyllables taking several minutes to pick out what he wanted for breakfast as she kept making suggestions and then eat with his eyes half closed leaning on one elbow. In no hurry what so ever.

"Come on Turner; they are going to test
your engine in a few minutes. Finish your damn breakfast." She was getting exasperated.

"Engine? Oh
ya. They have it built already. My, that was fast. Boy am I going to be embarrassed when it doesn't work." Shaking his head back and forth as he frowned. "It is all such a blur. I hope I didn't screw up to bad."  Yawning, Jack stretched his arms above his head and pushed away from the table. Picking up the half eaten plate he looked under it. "I can't believe they listened to me. What happened to the tray?"  He picked up the knife, fork and spoon off the table and put them on the plate then looked around for someplace to take it.

"Leave it on the table Turner. The
busboys will take it. Let's go." She wiped her mouth and hands with her cloth napkin and threw it on her plate as she got up.

Jack
stared at the plate in his hand for a couple of seconds and watched the Ensign get up leaving hers behind. Then slowly put his plate back onto the table and glanced around at a bus boy cleaning tables. He used the napkin to wipe his hands and mouth and then strolled slowly after her stuffing his hands in his pockets in no hurry, glancing back at the dirty plates then around looking for the scullery. They finally got out of the officer’s mess with the Ensign turning around at every hatch and bend trying to speed Jack up. Finally as the elevator platform dropped past the lower tank deck filled with mustering enlisted crews Jack started to wake up. "What about muster." He said as he looked back up through the deck hatch above them as it closed. "They are going to check me AWAL and put me on report."

"I mustered you
already while you eat." She looked at him as the platform continued to drop down the core. "I know what you need. Some exercise. Start running in place Turner. Come on, run with me." She started running in place. Jack started following her halfheartedly a few seconds later. They ran in place until the platform stopped at the lock deck and then down the passageway into the lock. Half way across the lock and under the ship the Ensign stopped and turned back to face Jack. Seeing his eyes still half closed. Disgust crossed her face and then a devilish smile crossed her face and she shed her jacket. "Jumping jack time, Jack.” She started jumping up and down swinging her arms up and down to her sides and grimaced for a second  as her boobs flopped down for the first time before getting tight lipped as she continued. Jack followed her lead again halfheartedly.

Jack jumped
through the motions for a good minute as he kept looking at her face trying to figure out why she looked so familiar and then he seemed to catch sight of something very interesting and tried to smile as he suddenly started sucking in large hunks of oxygen. His eyes glued to her huge breasts flopping up and down in time with her jumps in spite of the tight breast flattening bra. Though with her breasts pushed together and flattened they did not flop far nor showed any cleavage. Jack's jumping started to get more vigorous as he lost all sense of timing as he concentrated on trying to figure out what was so strange about her and her boobs and why she insisted on wearing that ridiculous wrapping so tight. He made a bet with himself that without the wrapping her boobs would really flop around. Bringing a big smile to his face. Trying to imagine that while waiting and hoping for the wrapping to break and let them free. Looking up into the Ensigns hate filled eyes he started to get embarrassed again until he realized her face looked to damn familiar and he looked away.  His gaze dropped down past her strange mounds to the huge almost 6 inch wide gap between her legs and large butt made to look even larger by her small waste now that she had taken off her jacket.

The Ensign suddenly stopped as she tried to suppress
a disgusting snort as Jacks eyes left hers and his coordination completely left him as he kept staring down between her legs. She was not used to men looking below her chest and did not quite know what to think. Quickly putting her jacket back on to help hide the obvious.  Jack slowed down and finally stopped as she zipped her jacket covering her breasts, dangling over her thin waste making her look fat again. "Ok, I think you are awake now slime bucket creeton. Let's go Turner."

Jack looked into her eyes, his face turned baffled. "I know you don't
I? No, the girl I knew did not have huge breasts or a gorges butt." He looked down as he made the observations.  "But she was the only girl on the whole ship that looked like an angel that you could love for the rest of your life." Jack sadly frowned as he turned away. A tear ran down his cheek. "No. I just wish I knew what I did to make her hate me before I left home." Jack headed for the ship's small personnel elevator platform sitting on the deck. Stuffing his hands in his pockets.

She
stopped sneering at him as she started feeling something inside herself that surprised her and said softly. "Jack, I don't hate you." But he had stepped away and did not hear her. She watched him stop at the platform starring at it with his hands in his pockets. "What the hell did I say?" She asked herself. Then out loud for the world. "You bet your ass I hate you Turner." She stomped onto the small elevator platform. Trying to remember why she hated him. It was getting harder and harder to remember and feeling less and less like hate. "Get your damn butt on the lift so we can go." She practically screamed at him though he had already followed her onto the lift.

"Go where?" Jack
took a deep breath as he looked up at her. "Oh ya the ship. You don't have to get mad about it." He looked up at the two engines spaced some 75 feet apart in the stern of the ship. He did not have to look closely up the tail of each engine to spot which one was the converted engine with the addition donut coils running up the insides. Instead of 8 foot holes the converted engines had small 1 foot tubes from the added coils. He leaned onto the rail of the small 10 foot by 10 foot elevator platform as empty as the lock now was and they shot up into the ship. This time the platform raced through the engine mass feed deck at the top of the engine but did not stop. As it flew through and continued up. Jack caught a glimpse of equipment still scattered across it and a big tube on that side running up to the next deck instead of a dome he had seen only a few hours before and was still on the other engine on the other side of the lift.

The elevator went
through a dozen decks too fast for Jack to do more than notice in his condition and then opened up into a 75 foot wide pipe chase running up the center of the ship. Catwalks circled the chase every 50 feet with pipes running along the inner hull between the six tanks, 20 foot square hatches ringing the catwalk providing access into the 6 tanks on each deck. Several 20 by 50 foot elevator platforms covered the center of some of the grated decks with a stack of the 20 by 50 foot elevator platforms taking up part of one of the shafts. A smaller version of the Red Dwarf. Jack noticed the 10 by 10 foot platforms slid out of the way under each platform at each deck, ready to slide out into the open shaft if needed. After the Red Dwarf's huge pipe chase, this ships chase looked cramped. At the top of the chase, the platform shot through the overhead. Finally after another 20 odd decks they came smoothly to a stop and the ensign lead him onto the bridge of the ship.