Daughters of Orion (Non-Futa, SciFi)

Story by rachaelross

Daughters of Orion

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Story Codes: Science Fiction, Sexual Themes and Innuendo, Alleged Humor

Synopsis: In the near future, humanity's only chance for survival depends on a fifteen-year-old stowaway from an alternative universe. After becoming an accidental passenger aboard an alien spaceship, Matt finds himself flirting with a beautiful Princess, talking relativity with a brilliant scientist, and falling in love with an ugly girl who isn't.

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Daughters of Orion

Prologue

"Mr. President, the alien ambassador is on its way."

"Charlie. Right, um…" President Shore looked up from his desk in the Oval Office.

He glanced at the half-dozen Secret Service agents arrayed around him. One of them whispered into a microphone at his cuff and they all held weapons. Small black Uzi machine guns, the President thought, but he was no expert on such things.

"Let's get George in here, and the Admiral," Shore told his chief of staff, wondering why he had to be President at that particular moment in history. "Call Henry, too."

"I've got them waiting outside," Charlie replied, and he'd turned out to be a good man in a storm. He raised his arm, gesturing through the open door.

"Mr. President," George, the austere National Security Adviser, offered his boss the usual thin, polite smile. He always carried a thin briefcase as well, but Shore had never seen the man open it.

"Good morning, Mr. President," Admiral Hatt nodded as he strode into the office. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs wore no medals, but only a few campaign ribbons, his prized submariner's dolphins, and the badge of his office.

"Shit, Bob…" The Secretary of the Treasury ignored custom and grinned at the most powerful man in the world.

"Henry," Shore smiled back at his old childhood friend, but there was little humor in it. "I guess we're gonna get our answers, huh?"

Every resource available to the United States government had been working around the clock to uncover any information about the aliens. Hell, the President thought, the entire world had been trying to figure out who and what the aliens were, and more importantly, what they wanted with Earth. Never mind the hysteria and riots, the near collapse of the global economy and its unimaginable rebound three days later when a single word had been broadcast to the planet.

"Peace."

That simple, hopeful message, received simultaneously in every country in every language, had been the aliens' only communication…Until now.

"We're ready to hit them with everything we've got," the Admiral reminded everyone in the room as they took their customary seats. "You give the order, sir, and…"

"And what?" Shore frowned from behind his mahogany desk. "We nuke Disney World off the map?"

"I wonder why they landed there." Henry rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Central Intelligence thinks the aliens were confused," George said. "Some of their analysts suggest the aliens might have mistaken Disney World for the capital."

"And Mickey Mouse is the President?" Henry gave the man a doubtful look.

"They don't have a lot to go on at Langley," the National Security Advisor replied weakly. His usually pale face had flushed at the rebuke.

"None of us do, George," the President sighed, knowing he couldn't blame anyone for the confusion of the past week. Nothing could have prepared them for such an unexpected event.

"The ambassador has arrived at the West Entrance, sir," one of the Secret Service agents reported.

"What's it look like?" Henry wondered, voicing the curiosity of everyone in the room.

"Does it have a name?" Charlie asked no one in particular, and there had been much debate over the protocol.

President Shore had wanted to greet the ambassador on the lawn, with all the pomp usually accorded a foreign dignitary. The Secret Service hadn't cared for that idea, however, and neither had his advisers; there would be time enough for ceremony later. For the moment, as soon as the alien craft had landed near the rose garden, the code name for the Oval Office had changed to The Alamo, which wasn't something the President needed to know.

He did know that the Vice-President was safe

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