Crash Landing on Paradise (Original) (Patreon)

Themes: Sci-Fi, No Sex, Set Up Chapter, Emotional (Hopefully)

Word Count: 2,655

Summary: A bit of Original Content about a Family-Owned Exploratory Vessel getting struck down by an unknown space ship. One thing leads to another... and you'll have to wait for Part 2 (Later in the Month!) to see the smutty, sexy fun times ;)

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As the Broadson comes out of hyperspace, Andrew can’t help but glance out the viewport right in front of him, that fresh excitement at seeing normal stars again just as strong as it had been the first time around. The young man isn’t quite an adult yet, but he’s considered old enough to serve on the bridge of his father’s ship, and he’s learned quite a lot since he got to that point.

The Broadson is the name of said ship, a small family-owned exploratory vessel. Exploration was the bread and butter of humanity now, as it had been so many times throughout human history. First, his species had spread across the Earth like a weed, discovering new places… as well as old places, that already had humans in them. In the end, every bit of the Earth had been mapped by both men and the technology that they created to help them.

That was when humanity had turned its eyes to the stars. More specifically, their solar system. The solar system had taken a fraction of the time to explore as the Earth had, thanks to rapidly advancing technologies, as well as empty worlds. There was no indigenous life on the other planets in humanity’s home solar system. Instead, there was worlds to terraform… and terraform them, humanity did.

The colonies that sprung up across the solar system had prospered. There’d been wars and fights for independence and all that rot. Humans were prone to conflict, as his father had always told him. It’d taken time, though a lot less time than it had on Earth, but eventually over-population became a problem yet again, as more and more people started families than ever before. Humanity spready across the solar system just as it’d spread across the Earth… and then it began to run out of room.

Things never got as dire as they could have though. No, in the end, there were really only two options for the human race at that point, when it came to technological advancement. Either they’d finally grow so advanced that they’d wipe themselves out through folly or willful malice, or they’d continue on expanding, past the point where the human race even COULD be wiped out.

Weapons that could destroy planets had been made. None had ever been fired, thankfully. A tense sort of cold war had settled over the solar system… and then, peace had come when no one truly expected it save for the few diplomats who’d made it their life’s work. And with that peace came another advancement as well. The hyperdrive.

That was the tech that had kickstarted a new wave of human exploration. They were no longer confined to their solar system. And the galaxy was a big, BIG place. Humanity would go far, or at least that’s what Andrew’s dad always said. Glancing over to the Captain’s chair where his father sits, the boy smiles as he meets his old man’s eyes. His father smiles back and gives him a nod, even as they both look back out the viewport in unison, staring at the new system before them.

His dad had done it, the genius. It had been a gamble of course, taking them this far off the beaten path with the hyperdrive. They were in uncharted territory now, and that meant untold riches could await. Now it was just a matter of hearing what the Science Officer had to say.

“Sir! I’m getting preliminary readings from the first planet in the solar system. It’s… it seems to be a tropical world. As close to a replica as Earth as I’ve ever seen. Which means…”

“It’s resource rich, that’s what it means. We did it… we did it.”

His father’s excitement is palpable… and contagious. Andrew’s grin threatens to split his face, and even the Science Officer is smiling, despite having a reputation as a bit of a grouch. His mother, the ship’s First Officer, stands from her own station and walks over to her husband, leaning down to kiss him full on the lips, embarrassingly enough.

“You did it darling. YOU did it.”

His father laughs, and Andrew stands, just about to ask for permission to go tell his sister and the rest of the crew the good news. That’s when the ship rocks, before a single word can get out of his mouth. Alarms blare and suddenly everyone is on high alert, even as Andrew moves back to his minor station on the bridge, eyes wide.

“Sir! We’re under attack, unknown vessel off the starboard bow! Our shields are already at fifty percent!”

“Are they within range of our weapons?!”

“Yes sir!”

“Divert all power from the engines to our shields, buy us a little time to charge up our guns!”

“Aye, sir!”

There’s another rock to the ship, and the next couple minutes are spent in a near frenzy, before those fateful words hit the air.

“Weapons primed Captain!”

“Fire, fire, fire!”

The Broadson is a simple exploratory vessel… but like the American Wild West of old, still taught in his holoclasses, no one out in the dark of space was stupid enough to fly without weapons. There was no such thing as an unarmed ship, not on humanity’s watch. The Broadson’s twin laserbeams split through space and lance out to hit the attacking vessel, and at the same moment, another set of plasma bolts leave the vessel’s own weapons.

Unlike the Broadson, the other ship is unshielded, shockingly enough. Andrew watches, mouth agape as the Broadson’s weapons shear right through the unknown ship, cutting it cleanly in half. The lights on the thing sputter out and die, and Andrew has to strain to see the unpowered ship remnants as they slowly fall towards the planet directly below them, the same one the Science Officer had declared a paradise world minutes before.

And then, almost as if an afterthought, the enemy’s last attack strikes the Broadson. The diversion of engine power to the shields had bought them enough time to strike out, and in the end it’d been a truly cunning move on his father’s part. But the attacker’s weapons were more powerful than their own, and the last of the Broadson’s shields died right then and there under the final barrage from the now-dead ship.

Everything goes red as the ship rocks even more violently than before. Andrew finds himself thrown from his chair, his head hitting the side of the console he’d been sat at before he slumps down to the floor. Dazed and delirious, he vaguely feels his mother’s arms around him as the beautiful woman screams his name oh-so distantly.

Funnily enough, it’s his father’s voice that he hears loud and clear, even as consciousness escapes him.

“ALL HANDS! ALL HANDS, ENGINE POWER IS GONE, SHIELD POWER IS GONE! WE ARE TRAPPED IN THE GRAVITY WELL OF THE PLANET BELOW! ALL CREW MEMBERS ARE TO STRAP IN, ON THE DOUBLE! PREPARE FOR A CRASH LANDING!”

Andrew has the time to think about his father’s bravery and leadership one last time before everything goes dark.

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When he wakes up, the ship has already crashed. The next few days are spent in recover for the young man, as his youth allows him to heal a lot faster than the other injured crew members, which include his father, the Science Officer, and their Engineer, the only other male besides him and his father in the crew. The news is grim… but not altogether soul-crushing. The Broadson will never fly again, but it is still whole enough to serve as a home. 

Unfortunately, the distress beacon was damaged either in the crash or in the initial attack, and the long-range communications array is trashed as well. Still, none of the Broadson’s crew is exactly lazy or the kind of person to give up. Andrew has been raised to be a self-starter, and so has his sister. His father and mother wouldn’t have gotten to where they had if they weren’t similar people. And his father had always had a knack for hiring the best and brightest.

It wasn’t long before all of the surviving crew were doing their part, finding fresh water and food, setting up defenses and the like back at the ship, and scouting out their location to make sure there weren’t threats lurking in the tropical jungle around them. There were threats, in the end… but they swiftly learned to combat the predators lying in wait, hoping to get an easy meal. The crew of the Broadson were not easy meals, not a single one of them, and the healthy were there to help the injured.

But it seemed their misfortune wasn’t done. A week after arriving on the nameless planet, each member of the crew was beginning to fall ill, growing weak and sickly. Even Andrew was beginning to feel it’s effects, and he had no idea what to do about it. In the end, it was the ship’s doctor that discovered the problem, with what had survived of the ship’s med lab.

There was a single cell organism living in the water and the food they’d been eating. Upon further study, the parasite was in everything, spread across the entire planet, or at the very least, across the entirety of the area they could reasonable traverse on foot in a day. Without any way to combat it, they would only get worse… and that was when the Science Officer had spoken up.

“I know what this is. I recognize it from my time in the military. It’s a bio-weapon, not human-made… but dangerous nonetheless. The exact purpose was never truly discovered, but it was speculated that it was used to clear planets of their indigenous populations to prepare them for colonization. This world… a sentient species lived here once, and it’s gone now because of this thing. It attacks lifeforms with higher brain functions, keeps the entire planet from developing intelligent life.”

She’d shook her head, pressing her lips together for a moment and shutting her eyes.

“I… it was discovered on a few planets, but the government quarantined each and every one to prevent the general public from panicking. I… I was involved with a project to find a cure. I can use the remains of the medlab to synthesize what we made… but there’s a catch. I know for sure it works on human females, but it only ever had a fifty percent success rate with human males.”

His father’s response had been as confident as ever before, despite the man having two broken legs and three broken ribs from shielding his mother and him in the crash.

“Fifty percent is better than zero. Synthesize this cure. We have to try.”

And that was the final word on the subject. In the end, they’d all taken the cure, Andrew included. He’d fallen asleep, but now he was beginning to wake up, the memories of the events and conversations since they’d crashed on the tropical planet surprisingly fresh in his mind. Everything was actually, his mind was operating with maximum clarity… he’d never felt better.

Slowly, the young man stands from the cot he’d been laid out on, and in turn, he almost stumbles as his balance fails him. Blinking dumbly, Andrew looks down at his hands and his arms. They’re different than he remembers, and his body suit is far more form-fitting as well. There’s a mirror just down the hall, and Andrew rushes to it, stumbling every second step but managing to find his balance surprisingly quickly in the end.

He stops in front of the mirror and stares, eyes wide and mouth agape as he takes in his new form. His body, his face… it’s almost like he’s been airbrushed. He can still see bits of himself in the man staring back at him through the mirror… but he’s no longer the gangling teenage boy he once was. No, now he’s a male Adonis, a total stud. If he had to guess, he’s the absolute peak of human physiology, his body muscled but not too muscled, perfectly proportioned in every possible way.

He’s never felt stronger, never felt more alive. A grin spreads across his face, or begins to anyways before his sister’s worried voice cuts off his thoughts.

“Andrew… it’s father.”

Turning away from the mirror, Andrew is momentarily struck dumb by his sister’s new looks. Just like he’s become some sort of representation of perfect masculinity, his sister is perfect femininity given form. Her entire body is absolutely beautiful, and screams a desire to be bred. Then, Andrew’s thoughts and his sister’s words catch up with him, and the young man realizes what she’s said. A moment later, he’s sprinting past the voluptuous young woman and down the hall towards their parent’s quarters.

His mother is similarly as gorgeous as his sister now, but Andrew pays that no mind as he races to his father’s side. The older man is awake, but unlike Andrew, he has not been remade into something new. Instead, he looks grey and weak, even as he smiles up at his son.

“My boy… you look so strong. So full of life.”

Tears well up in the corners of the young man’s eyes as he takes his father’s limp hand and grasps it with both his own. The older man cannot even muster the strength to grasp back.

“F-Father…”

“Shh, no tears now boy. No tears. Let the girls have their tears, alright? I need you to be strong for me. It didn’t work son… the cure… didn’t work. I’m going to be gone soon. The engineer has already passed away. You’re the last man on board, so I need you to be that, alright? Listen to your mother, look after your sister… and most importantly, survive. Eventually… eventually someone will come.”

Andrew swallows thickly and wipes away what little tears have formed as he wills the rest away through sheer willpower alone. Setting his jaw, the remade young man nods his head.

“I promise father. I promise.”

The Captain of the Broadson… his dad, gives one last weak smile, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“That’s my boy…”

They’re his last words, as his eyes drift shut and a small breath of air exhales from his mouth. Andrew stares down at the peaceful, gray face of his father for a long moment in silence, even as his mother and sister cry behind him. After a moment, he stands and pulls back the covers on his father’s body, reaching down to pick up the small, broken corpse that the older man has left behind.

“A-Andrew, what are you doing?”

Swallowing thickly, the young man replies with an honest, earnest tone.

“He needs… he needs a burial. And soon enough, we’ll need the bed.”

His jaw set as he aims to become the man his father wants him to be, Andrew carries his old man’s body from the room and out of the ship. It will be a long day… and the days and weeks and months to come will be no better. But as his dad had said, Andrew is the only man left now. It’s up to him, to care for the rest of the all-female crew.

Andrew doesn’t notice the looks his mother and sister give him as he leaves the ship. Neither are condemning. No, instead, they both feel a moment of pure, unadulterated lust as they stare at the perfect male specimen’s back… then they both remember that that perfect male specimen is their son, their brother… and they turn away in shame.

That shame won’t last forever though. And as far as the doctor and the science officer are concerned… neither of THEM have nothing at all to be ashamed of, when it comes to lusting after the young man’s perfect, powerful male form. 

Nothing at all.