Daughters of Orion (Non-Futa, SciFi)

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.

Copyright Rachael Ross all rights reserved

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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 broad