Battleship Destroyer (12 page)

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Jack walked into the space ports Supermall with his friend Tom from the neighboring ship. Every bill board and screen within 10 miles of the space port and mall had been flooded with ads trying to recruit experienced crewmen. Plastered with Battleships attacking, fighters zooming and firing missiles, marines assaulting enemy ships and knightly sailors manning huge guns and winning the battle and getting the sexiest girls and guys in the galaxy. It was costing the government a fortune to preempt and replace a lot of the normal advertising. But Jack and his friend did not know or care about that, as they tried to pick their tongues up off the floor as they walked into the titty bar. Not even seeing the waves of recruitment commercials flooding the screens on the walls between the sections of stages. Each with a scantily clad woman taking it all off.

They walked in trying not to look like
the cheery boys they were. But the harder they tried not to stare at the boobs and cunts on stage and boobs walking around serving drinks the longer their stares became. Finally after bumping into half the furniture and a few disgruntled patrons they took a table not too close to the stage to keep from looking eager as rookies like it was their first time, while not to fare away to see well.

Then the gal on stage finished taking her skimpy panties off and squatted down shaking her boobs focusing on the boys
smiling coyly to have some fun. Both Tom's and Jack's jaws dropped and their tongue's hit the table to the delight of the performer. She stepped from the stage out along one of the walkway spokes across several tables taking her show onto their table to use her boobs to bat their faces back and forth as she squatted spreading her legs straddling each to present her shaved pussy only inches from their shocked eyes as she used her hands to keep them from getting too close. As Jack got his treatment Tom finally grabbed some Credits off the table sloshing beer across the table around the girl’s feet and held them up to get a repeat performance, stuffing them into the only crack that could hold them between her legs as Jack drooled next to him. And then she was gone back to the edge of the stage and back out other spokes to collect more tips before disappearing altogether with a bush of credits sticking out from between her legs. She was replaced by a school girl looking woman fully dressed on stage to start her act.

Two women suddenly sat down next to Tom and Jack as a
large breasted waitress cleaned up the beer slopped across their table while the boys tried to drink and look at the same time. "Buy me a drink big boy." The Girls had asked each of them hanging their half covered boobs across the boys’ arms with coy smiles which they were more than happy to do. An hour and to many drinks later that included the girls unfastening their bras to hang to their sides exposing their boobs to rival the woman on stage as well as lap dances. Tom and Jack both were on cloud nine, sure they were going to get lucky as they left the bar with the two women.

A few minutes
later Jack tried not to stare at the half naked girls that had suddenly dragged him and his buddy with firm grips around their arms into the Navy recruiting center while passing it supposedly headed for yet another bar just down the promenade of the mall with talk of their apartment being close. The half-naked woman after spending the last hour pushing their boobs and butts into them at every excuse had immediately dumped them to latch onto the flashy suited sailor standing in the middle of the office.  A shocked and frustrated Jack and his buddy Tom simply stared at them open mouthed with their tongues hanging out trying to figure out why as their dreams started to fad. Finally they started inspecting the models space fighters, old battle ships and cruisers lining the office's front walls as they tried to think of what to do to get the girls back on their arms again and out of there.

Tom
stopped at one of the model fighters hanging next to the entrance door explaining in a louder than normal voice the advanced features and speed of the fleet's newest fighter that had been rushed into production in record time to Jack. Trying to get the girl’s attention again as they kept glancing over at the girls now completely ignoring them. All the two beautiful girls that had dragged them into the recruiting center continued to do was swoon over the recruiting poster sailor in full dress blue uniform, complete with a dozen ribbons covering his chest. Catching a word now and then about the girls wanting to join the navy to be with such strong wonderful men as they pushed their large boobs into the young recruiter’s arms.

"I see you know your fighters young man.
" A Chief in dress blues, sharp and immaculate, bright flashy medals covering his chest, gold hashes down his sleeve, said as he walked up. "You look like you are from one of the tramp ships in port by your cloths. The Navy needs a few good men."

Jack turned to glance at the Chief more out of politeness than the desire to talk to him as he tried not to
stare at the girl that had been clutching at him for the last hour as she talked about how hansom navy men were to the other girl and giggling. Her boob about to fall out as she rubbed against the man. Jack looked at the Chief recruiter with irritation as he stepped in front of Jack blocking his sight as he shook Tom’s hand as he introduced himself. Jack glanced away to keep from having to look at him and spotted the 3-D projection model of a ship sitting off to one side in the back like a pillar from floor to ceiling bristling with big guns.  Jacks eyes got big, he suddenly forgot politeness and staggered as he tried to walk in the direction he was looking but not facing. The couple of too many beers he had at the tavern with the girls making him a little unsteady on his feet. Finally legally able to drink, the two friends had showed off drinking the drinks like soda pop. Mostly to prove that they were old hands to the ladies and much older than they felt and looked as the girls kept calling for refills. Not realizing that the girl's drinks contained no alcohol from prier arrangements with the bartenders.

The
recruiter looked from Jack as he walked away, to Tom and back again, then his hand came up toward a screen at the back and flicked his fingers pointing at Tom. The recruiter caught sight of a transport uniformed young girl, as she stopped out in the middle of the mall staring in through the windows as several girls joined her before he followed Jack and noted that a recruiter was already headed that way. As he walked up to Jack again he smiled. "That is our newest Attack line Battleship. We are rushing 50 of them into service and they need crewmen like you young man. What tramp cargo ship are you off of?"

"The
T, Turner Joy Sir." Jack stared at the Battleship. "I work, do, the Gr, Gravboard." He said with gushing pride.

"Now son don't call me sir. I work
for a living but isn't the Gravity board an officer's billet. You don't look like an officer in that uniform son."

"I am the C
aptain's son. My brother is ship's pilot and First Officer." Jack said with disgust. “I am not an officer but I am expected to do everything from running the Gravity board, checking Pop's navigation, bridge graveyard helm watch while my brother sleeps with one of his girl friends for a few hours as well as everything else including welding injector nozzles for the drive engines, but not command. I have Doctorates in Astro-Physics, Astro Warp Navigation, Drive tube and Gravity coil engineering along with a half dozen bachelor degrees in related fields. Over four times what my brother has. But still my father doesn't think I am good officer material or can pilot the Turner Joy. Me being a neutron baby for some reason, whatever difference that makes."

Turning to the Chief,
he puffed up his chest and grabbed onto the Chief's shoulder to steady himself. "But I am a bet, better pilot and navigator than my older brother who dad is making a frigging Cap, Captain of the new ship the family is buying." Starting to get pissed off again he turned back to the hologram model. "I bet I would make a better Pi, pilot for that new Battleship than my brother or anyone else on this stupid planet." He boasted loud enough for the girls to hear as he turned around to look at the woman that had been on his arm only minutes before and about fell on his butt as the recruiter caught him by the arm and took the opportunity to scan Jacks ID and medical implant.

"You look a little young to be an officer and piloting a
tramp family transport. What is your name young man and how old are you?" Holding out his own hand. "I am Chief Starly by the way."

Jack turned back to the
Chief. Looking down at his hand for a couple of seconds before finally shaking it as he tried to stand up straight. "I. I am Jack Turner of the Turner Joy and just turned 17. Au no, EIGHTEEN!" Jack said with pride. "You said they have made 50 of these beauties?"

"Yes
and more coming down the production line every month young man and we need pilots for them fast." Looking at Jack as he narrowed his eyes. "If I remember right, you have to be 21 to hold an officer's rank in the transport service don't you?"

"Well
.. Ya so what?  I! I know more about piloting and commanding a ship than my windbag lying older brother even if he is 28." Jack frowned as he pouted. "It just isn't fare. Besides I don't want to be a Captain.  I just want to be a PILOT." Jack leaned closer to the Chief to accentuate his words.

"Well you are in luck Jack Turner. The Navy does not have an age requirement for officers and with your education you are a shoe in to make Battleship pilot easily." Narrowing his eyes at Jack. "That is if you really are serious about being the best ship's pilot in the universe." 

Jack's eyes got as big as gulf balls. "You! You… Will make me a Battleship Pilot? E, even with my handicap?"

"What handicap? You look alive and healthy
enough for me. Just because you were conceived and born in a neutron star's radiation envelope does not mean you can't be the best you can be when you join the navy." Jack's medical record told the Chief about the neutron star and that he was in perfect health. "Why, you could captain your own ship one day." The Chief put his arm around his shoulder while going through the pages of Jack's records on his handheld's screen.

"I
, I don't want to Captain a ship! I just want to be a pilot is all." Jack said again as he looked at the beautiful woman he had come in with sitting with one of the Navy recruiters, pressing her boobs down onto the desk making them look twice as big under the recruiters nose. A nipple popped out as she twisted around to smile at Jack before turning to fill out papers. Her sexy sweat voice talking about joining the navy so she could be with big important Navy pilots, making Jack jealous and confused as he kept dividing his attention between the Battleship and the girl. Jack thought about her serving with him if he was a pilot. "I just want to be a pilot.” He repeated.

"Well then, let's get you started." The Chief
said as he started ushering Jack toward the back door. "Only thing is, the training transport is leaving tomorrow and if you don't join now I can't make you a pilot."

"What? I…"  Jack suddenly looked unsure
putting on the breaks feeling very sober. "I, I can't just up and leave without talking things over with my, my parents first. They depend on me and need time to replace me. If they would even let m…."

The Chief pushed Jack away
toward the front door. "Go then! Go back to your ship and cleaning shit tanks and putting up with your brothers crap and maybe someday you may get to pilot a shuttle boat." Then with venomous disgust dripping from every word. "Get out of my sight. I can't stand baby boys that waste their talent on garbage scows. Especially men with the talent and training you have.  The Navy needs men that think on their feet with the commitment to do the right thing without running home to ask mommy and daddy what to do. Please Daddy? What do I do now? Tell me please. Please let me. I want my Mommy. Boohoo. I am just a baby." Turning his back on Jack he started to walk away. "You disgust me BOY! Get Out of my sight!"

Jack
glanced at the woman he had come in with who was suddenly staring at him, waiting expectantly. Then he turned and stood starring out the door at a vaguely familiar girl standing outside the office. He suddenly realized he had nothing to go back to the ship for. No unbroken possessions, no cabin that wouldn’t just be as trashed for any of a dozen reasons next week along with anything else he managed to buy.  He was even broke with no hope of ever earning enough to buy a replacement game box that wouldn't just get broken again. Even his parents would not miss him or let him work at anything more than sewage plant operator and cleaning up shit for the rest of his life. Turning Jack staggered forward catching the Chief by the shoulder almost falling flat. "I am not a... A... I want to be a pilot!"

"What did you say boy. I don't listen to
baby boys. The Navy needs men. Men that think and act for themselves."

"I think for myself!"

"Then be a man and step through that door and be the Navy Battleship Pilot you want to be and prove to your family you are the best."

Jack staggered
for the back door as Tom stopped him (before the recruiter could interfere) and said. "Hey Jack, they want me to be a fighter pilot. Can you believe that? Me, from a tramp ship engine room to a fighter pilot.  Let's get home so I can talk to my parents."

"Oh shut up and don't b
e a baby. We don’t' have anything back on the ship's we can't live without." Jack realized he had nothing back there to live for either. "Fact is, there is a lot back there I want to live without. You're going to be a fighter pilot and I am going to be a Battleship Pilot." Jack smiled at Tom. “Your butt is coming with me so we can get all the girls." Slapping Tom on the back as he looked at the woman at the recruiting table full of papers with her boobs holding most of them down staring at him with a smile from ear to ear. They both staggered through the back door with big smiles across their faces as well.