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Ver. 1.0 2003 Ellagon the Dragon all rights reserved Star Dancer
Chapter 11



"All stations: stand by to launch." Ian said into the comm as he studied
the tactical plot on the main screen. "Why aren't they launching
missiles?" He didn't expect an answer to the rhetorical question.
Something just didn't feel right.

Ian thumbed the intercom. "Command to Engineering. Do not: I repeat,
do NOT activate the decoys."

"Aye, sir." Was the response.

"Columbia to Command. The carriers are cloaking."

"Roger Columbia. Did you get course and speed?" Jenny replied.

"Affirmative Command. We'll have them on our screens for a few minutes
yet." Columbia replied. Talosian science had come up with an accurate
method of tracking a cloaked ship; unfortunately, it only worked at
distances of 100,000 kilometers or less.

"Sir, tracking analysis indicates the carriers are on widely different
courses. This looks more like a probe mission then an attack. Is it
possible they have no idea where we are?" Jenny asked, but her tone of
voice made the question rhetorical.

Ian sat deep in thought for a moment, slowly shaking his head to Jenny's
question, then turned to the intercom, "Computer Science, this is the
Captain. I want you and Star to hack into the Enemy communications net,
but you are not to do anything to let them know we are here, got it?"

"Yes sir."

Ian watched as the separate ships headed cautiously in different
directions. Could it be true the Enemy didn't know where Star Dancer was?
Since they were cloaked, Ian would have to rely on `best guess' for
tracking unless someone got close to them. He watched their projected
progress through the solar system for about half an hour and came up with a
plan.

Ian activated the comm. "Ghost squadron, this is the Captain. I want
you to lift off and head out for the suspected position of carrier 15.
Seek and destroy. However, if there is any acknowledgment of your
presence, I want you to get your butts back here as fast as possible."

"Ghost Leader, Roger. We're hunting."

"Good luck, Ghost Leader. Come home safe." Ian changed channels,
"Captain to Talos; stand down to yellow alert, it looks like you'll be left
alone, at least from this threat." As Talos control acknowledged the
message, Ian turned back to watching the screen, and his thoughts.

Carrier 15 should be on course for the outer planets, as were four of
the other carriers. Ian intended to have Ghost squadron take them all out,
but wanted to make sure the new fighters couldn't be detected first. He
was counting on the fact that if he took those out, then the Enemy
commander would concentrate his search on the outer planets.

Ian did expect the Enemy to send at least one ship here to see if Star
was still on the moon. In fact, two carriers should soon be close enough
to do just that. He had ordered modifications to the holo-field that
covered the moon base; it now projected an image of an old and broken down
Star Dancer. His goal was not to convince the Enemy that they didn't
exist, but to confuse him as much as possible. Something had brought the
Enemy here. Ian knew those freighters would definitely report the presence
of Talosian fighters in this system. His guts told him the Enemy was
looking for them, and knew they were here.

"Ghost Leader to Command: Data feed follows. I think we're safe." A
voice crackled from the speakers.

The tactical display on the main screen was overlaid with the data from
ghost Leader. All ten of Ghost squadron's ships where within 500 meters of
the carrier!

"Oh my god!" Jenny exclaimed.

"Okay show offs, enough playing around. I have a change of mission for
you. I want you to send five ships to carrier 12 and stage a simultaneous
strike with carrier 15: Destroy those two ships. Then I want you to do the
same thing with carriers 13 and 14. Once you've completed your mission
return to base. Think you can handle that?" Ian ordered.

"Affirmative, Command. Estimate 25 minutes to party time."

Ian looked at the clock; it had taken them a little over ten minutes to
get to the ship. A Hornet or Centurion would have taken three hours. Ian
wondered that no hyperspace points had been formed; at least, none had been
detected.

"Computer lab to Command, I think we've gotten into the enemy's
database, but we're still working on the communications. The data isn't
even fire-walled! But it sure is structured strange; it'll take awhile to
translate."

"Good work, but we need those comms! You've got 24 minutes!" Ian said.

"Yes, Sir!" a shocked and surprised Bill replied.

"Ghost Leader to Captain, private channel." Ian heard.

He wondered why he needed a private channel, but after getting the
pilot's call sign, opened it. "Go ahead Corvis, what's up?" Ian asked.

"Sir, close analysis of the Enemy shield has revealed a bad weakness in
the shielding. Sending the data now. I think we could easily take all
four of these out at the exact same time without them even knowing what hit
them."

Ian keyed the data on his terminal, it showed that the Enemy carrier's
shield generator was placed just above the engine rooms and that it left a
hole, albeit a small one, directly above the generator. The hole was in
line with where the main reactor for the craft was surmised to be.

"I think I see your idea, Corvis. How close do you think you'll need to
be to pull this off?" Ian asked.

"I'm pretty confident we could do it from a kilometer out. Any farther
away and I don't think it would be feasible."

"That's damn close. Can you get away fast enough to avoid the
explosion?" Ian asked.

"We'll have a shockwave chasing us, but these ships can move when they
need to. I'm not in the mood to die today Captain." Came the droll reply.

"Okay, if you think you can pull it off, go with it. But if anyone is
uncomfortable doing this, don't. A nervous pilot is a dead pilot."

"Roger, we'll see what we can do." Ian had to applaud the tenacity of
the Talosian pilots, they might be kids, but they sure didn't lack in the
courage department.

Ian watched as the tactical display showed Ghost squadron splitting into
four groups: three groups of two, and one of four.

"Computer lab to Captain. We've got the comms, but the best I can do is
record it: we can't unscramble or translate it yet."

"You can take a few more minutes, we're changing strategy here."

"I'm afraid that won't be of much help, sir. This is gonna take weeks.
Also, one odd thing, I can't tell which carrier is transmitting. Any
communication seems to come from all of them. It's like if one ship needs
to talk to another, they all get to listen."

"That's... interesting. Lt. Sims, get with computer science. They
just found a way to pinpoint the enemy ships for us." Ian told him. Lt.
Sims grinned, and turned back to his console. "Chief, do you think there
is a way to do some localized jamming?" Ian asked, thinking about the
impending attacks.

"We're working with your communications people and it might be possible,
but it'll still take more time then we have right now. In addition, there
is a continuous data feed present, a ship dropping out of the net would be
noticed." Bill answered.

"Good work Do what you can. Captain, out."

Ian watched each group of fighters: one fighter stopped at a distance of
30 kilometers, the other ship kept going. The group farthest away had the
extra two fighters: three holding at 30 `klicks' out.

"Command, we're ready here. Everyone knows what do. Just give the
word." Corvis reported.

"Ghost Squadron, good luck. Execute in: three, two, one, mark!" Ian
ordered.

He watched the tactical as the fighters closest to the carriers all
started moving simultaneously back toward their wingmates at top speed.
They had barely reached three kilometers when the carriers exploded. Ian
held his breath as he continued to watch the deadly race. The other ships
in the four groups also began to move away as the fighters neared their
wingmen. When they were 150 kilometers from the attack site, Ian began to
breathe again.

"Command, this is Ghost Leader, all wings are safe and sound."

"Well done, Ghost Squadron. Regroup, and hold position until we figure
out what the enemy is going to do." Ian replied.

Ian watched his fighters regroup. The `battle', if one could call it
that, had taken place near the asteroid belt. He watched the screen for
any change of the enemy's position.

The remaining 21 Carriers showed that they had launched fighters as an
escort. This showed up clearly on the tactical display and confirmed the
position of the carriers. Three changed course for the area that the four
ships had been destroyed in. The rest seemed to pair up, though they
remained at least 500 kilometers apart.

Ian quickly came up with a strategy that he hoped would work.

"Ghost Leader, this is Command. You have three more carriers, and 120
fighters coming to see what happened. There's no way we're gonna be able
to keep them from screaming for help this time. So, I want you to stalk
them, since they obviously can't see you, pull random strikes on them.
Haunt them. Destroy 8 fighters in the middle, then two or three on the one
side. Keep them confused." Ian explained.

"Roger command, I think I know what you want."

"Again if it looks like they might have detected you, beat feet back
here on the double." Ian said, then as an after thought; "And no missiles.
They can track those."

"Affirmative, Command."

"Sir, what about the two carriers coming this way?" Jenny asked him.
She indicated the two groups of targets on the tactical display that were
passing the orbit of Venus, but on this side of the sun.

Ian looked at them for a minute, "Helm, move us away. I still want to
be able to cover the moon base, but I don't want to be right on top of them
either. Make your altitude 5000 meters, and take us 2000 meters to one
side. Do it slowly, I don't want any easily detectable emissions. If they
can't see us, I don't want to send up a flare."

"Aye Sir, maneuvering thrusters only. Main reactor at 50%." Checkov
said.

"Weapons control, Flight control, this is the Captain, stand by. I
don't want to attack until it's obvious they're attacking the base.
Otherwise, I want them to go right on by. Missiles, passive targeting
only, do not lock on." Ian ordered. "Master safety is still engaged."

Ian and crew watched, and waited. It appeared that Ghost squadron was
doing what Ian had asked, and with the result Ian wanted. Enemy fighters
were buzzing around like angry bees whose nest had been disturbed. The
counter beside the screen indicated that Ghost squadron had almost cut the
Enemy fighters in half. `I guess, I'd be a little pissed myself,' Ian
thought.

As Ian watched, Ghost squadron, pulled back to 50 kilometers. Ian
watched as a pair of fighters swept in, and destroyed a carrier. The
explosion took out ten more Enemy fighters, and left quite a few heavily
damaged.

The two carriers closing in on them, passed earth, and headed for the
moon. Ian knew they were coming to check on the Talosian ship they
believed to be crashed there. As they got closer, a full squadron of Enemy
fighters shot out ahead of the group, and swung around the moon on a low,
high speed trajectory. The tactical display had them moving at 1/3 light
speed. The thing that made Ian's hair stand on end was the fact that they
were only 150 meters off the surface. Those pilots were either very good,
or they had exceptionally good guidance computers. The squadron skimmed
the surface of the moon until they neared where Star should have been, and
began to climb. They climbed to 1000 meters, but didn't slow. They shot
past the huge hologram, dropped back to the deck, and finally disappeared
past the horizon of the moon.

The display showed that the two carriers were changing course: turning
in what looked like an intercept with the two remaining carriers that Ghost
squadron was harassing.

Ian thought that was enough. "Ghost Squadron, this is Command. Two
more carriers are coming towards your party. Try to finish up before they
get there."

Ian watched the display as the carriers started to land their fighters.
The only reasons they would do that would be to preserve fuel, and because
they would be moving faster then the fighters.

"Roger, Command. Be done in a sec." Corvis' voice assured him.

Ian glanced at the icons for Ghost squadron, the two remaining carriers
and 27 Enemy fighters. As he watched four Shadows broke from the rest of
his squadron, and two each headed for a carrier. The remaining Ghost's
started a mop up, of the damaged fighters.

Soon there was no more Enemy, only Ghost squadron fighters in formation,
heading back. "Ghost Squadron, this is Command. Well done! You've only
got two more to get rid of, then, come home. I want to warn you though,
they're moving pretty fast. Try to get them before they launch." Ian said.

"Damn, don't want much do ya command?" Corvis' voice said, teasing.

Laughing, Ian replied; "Well, that's what you get for being so good at
what you do."

Ian watched the whole thing on the tactical screen. This seemed far too
easy, but he knew if he launched even one hornet fighter, or did anything
to announce his presence, the Enemy would attack with everything they had
left. The loss of five carriers, had hurt them. Even with the two more
about to be destroyed, The Enemy was still stronger then Ian's forces.

Ian needed a lot more of the new fighters, and he needed them fast.
Even a cloaked centurion couldn't get that close to an Enemy ship without
being detected. The weakness discovered by that close inspection also
proved to be a boon. Ian couldn't help but think they had been lucky in
the extreme, He also couldn't help but think there was something else going
on here he didn't know about.

He watched as the remaining carriers landed most of their fighters,
leaving only a few still in flight. He would have liked to send Ghost
squadron after them as well, but they had already been in flight for a
couple of hours, and had been doing all the fighting so far.

"Helm, return us to our previous position above the base, again do it
slowly." Ian said.

"Yes sir."

"Commander, lets alter the base holo-field; remove the ship, leave it
looking like the ship had never been there."

"Yes sir." Jenny said, smiling at him.

Ian sat in his chair, staring at the tactical display; thinking. He
wasn't coming up with any answers. "Okay folks, something here isn't
right. This was far too easy, we're missing something, and if we don't
figure it out soon, it's gonna bite us. We just destroyed five Enemy
carriers, not to mention the 200 fighter craft they carried, and we haven't
lost one single pilot. To make this puzzle even stranger, we did it with
only ten of our own craft." Ian spoke his thoughts aloud.

"Sir, perhaps the Enemy just doesn't see us? How can you fight an enemy
you can't see?" Ensign Shostokovitch suggested.

"I could accept that, Mr. Chekov, if the data base hadn't said that The
Enemy can detect us even with our cloaking technology." Ian replied.

"I think the ensign has a point, sir." Jenny began, "We didn't move, or
do anything that could be tracked. All our engines have been shielded, and
our reactor wasn't at full power. In order for us to track The Enemy
ships, they have to be moving and we have to be semi-close to them. Other
then the new fighters, none of there ships have been close enough to ours
to detect anything."

"That could help explain it; personally I just think we've been damn
lucky. Commander, either you or I need to get back down to the base, and
authorize a lot more of those fighters. We also need to modify Star to
handle them."

"Our big friend out there isn't going to be patient forever. Let's
stand down to yellow alert, and get to work. When Ghost squadron returns,
get them debriefed, fed, and rested. I think they'll be working harder
then the rest of us for the time being." Ian said, and nodding to Jenny,
walked to his ready room.



A long way away, in a specially built room, two beings of light watched
the reports sent via subspace by several probes just outside the Sol
system. They had sent a report to the counsel of the Alliance when the
wrecked Talosian warship had suddenly came to life. Planetary monitors
indicated that it was not one of the barbaric governments that had done it.
They had detected the shuttles moving back and forth to the planet and the
moon for centuries, and thought nothing more then the A.I. unit had
decided the humans were close enough to it's own race, and was attempting
to watch over them. In the last Solar year however, it was surmised that
The A.I unit had actually brought humans aboard and was training them. To
what ends? The counsel was curious enough to allow more sensors to be
placed, and that was when it was discovered that surviving members of the
Caldarian race had been looting the planet for years.

Since the planet was in no immediate danger, and the actions of the A.I.
unit seemed to be linked to this activity, the counsel decided to wait, and
not intervene. Earth was not ready for the knowledge of other races.

Recent developments however have caused great concern to the counsel.
The arrival of a Caldarian ship, believed to have been destroyed a millenia
ago, prompted them to request the dispatch of a small fleet of warships
capable of handling this situation. An additional request was issued;
great harm would come to the planet if the fleet were discovered. But the
fleet would arrive late.

The two watching the report where in direct mental communication with
the counsel, allowing them to see the report as well, the counsel of the
Alliance watched the events of the battle unfold.

The counsel watched, with no small amount of admiration as the newly
developed craft were tested against their enemy. The Caldarian ships
hadn't stood a chance. The new craft were made of a substance the Counsil
had never seen before. It was only because of the Talosian IFF modules
they carried, that the counsel could see them. The counsel asked the fleet
to stop just short of the Sol system. These humans were worth studying.
Not only had they figured out how to awaken the great warship, they had
gotten it ready to fight, and even greatly improved on the existing
weapons. They didn't run when the Caldarian ship entered their system,
instead, they faced it! The Alliance stood ready to assist, but honor
dictated, that they allow these brave, if somewhat misguided, humans, to
make their own defense. Besides, if one of those huge, Caldarian warships
escaped destruction, how many more had?



The Preator was furious. 287 of its ships had been destroyed by
something, and it had no idea what! The Talosian warship was still dead on
the moon, and no other presence was detected at all anywhere else in this
system. If it truly had been the Talosians that had attacked, they would
have detected Talosian ships. Now it had to report its losses to the high
counsel. It expected that the report simply wouldn't be believed. It
didn't believe it! It stopped its pacing, and resumes its position at its
desk to prepare the report.

It hadn't gotten very far into the report, when a message was delivered:
The High counsel had received reports form the freighter pilots, of
Talosian fighter craft, and frigates in that system. Utmost caution must
be used when probing. Identify the Talosian threat, and report, defense
was acceptable, but attacking was not authorized at this time. Depending
on what it found, however, that may change. You are directed to contact
the agents on the planet for more information. The last report indicated
use of Talosian technology on the planet as well. Again no assault is
authorized until all information has been examined. The inhabitants of the
planet must not find out of our presence at this time.

Defend? Defend against what? It had detected no Talosian presence!
The fools! However, if they were here, and had developed a new cloaking
technology, it would explain the loss of the ships. It calmed itself,
having come to an acceptable conclusion to offer the high counsel, and went
back to work on its report.



Ian was nervous. The Enemy hadn't seen them, but had to know they were
here someplace. Would they call for reinforcements to scour the system
looking for Ian's ship? Why didn't they attack Earth?

Ian thumbed his intercom, "Captain to Flight Control."

"Flight here." John's voice said.

"How are our pilots doing?"

"They're grumbling about being left out of the fight sir."

"Are they all still in the ready rooms?" Ian asked

"Yes sir."

"Good, I'll talk to them, and let them know what's going on." Ian said.
"I'll be down there in a few minutes."

"Yes sir."

Ian got up, and returned to the bridge. "Commander, I'm gonna go down
to the moon base and get work started down there. I'm also gonna talk to
our pilots while I'm down there. I don't think they're too happy about
being left out of this so far."

"Do you think it's wise for you to leave the ship right now, sir?" she
said, indicating the Enemy ships still probing the system.

"They're all hours away from us, and since they don't know were we are,
we need to take advantage of this, to get ourselves better prepared. Call
me if anything changes." Ian said, and left the bridge.

He checked his watch, 1241hrs; 12:41pm. Just a bit past lunchtime, Ian
was suddenly very hungry. It had been a busy morning, and he had forgotten
to eat.

Ian decided to visit the Beta ready room first, on his way down he
called Flight control again, and asked them to get a shuttle ready for
launch to the moon base. John asked to accompany him to Beta, Ian agreed.

They met outside the ready room entrance. "How you holding up?" Ian
asked, the big man.

"Good, I wish we could have had more to do though, I hate sitting on my
hands during a fight."

"I know, but I did what I did for a very good reason. Be thankful I
didn't have to call on you and your people; I think we'd probably be in big
trouble if I had. I'm gonna explain that to our pilots in here. I know it
isn't usual, a Captain explaining his actions, but in this case, I feel
like it's the right thing to do." Ian explained.

"I knew you probably had a damn good reason, I was hoping you'd share."
He grinned, and opened the door to the ready room.

"CAP'N ON DECK!" he called as he preceded Ian into the room.

To the sound of hastily standing pilots, Ian called, "AS YOU WERE" He
watched the people sitting back down. But it was clear that the
conversations had not been resumed.

Ian looked around the crowded room; he felt a mixture of emotions coming
from the assembled pilots. Ian thought betrayal might be one of the
foremost. They felt he had betrayed them, by not letting them fight.

"People, I know you probably think I've betrayed you, by making you
train so hard, then not letting you fight." He noticed a few nodding their
heads. "I'm here to explain to you why I've done this. As you know an
Enemy SuperNova Capitol ship arrived in system this morning. I don't know
if you realize exactly what that means from a combat point of view.

A SuperNova carried 25 fighter carriers, each with 40 fighters on board.
That's 1000 Enemy fighters. Each carrier also carries missiles, and laser
turrets. The SuperNova herself boasts 500 missile tubes, and over 1000
long range laser cannons as well as an additional 200 fighters as her own
escort. That's according to the warbook we're using that is 2500 years
old; the same one that tells us that the Enemy has no cloaking technology."
Ian paused, he felt he was reaching them; most didn't stop to realize the
sheer destructive power of the Enemy vessel.

"Upon entering this system, the enemy launched its carriers, all of
them. It didn't launch its own compliment of fighters nor did it come after
us. The carriers split up, as if they were probing the system. That lead
us to believe that they might know we are here, but had no idea where.

If I had launched an all out assault on the Enemy Capitol ship, we would
all most likely be dead right now. We were out gunned by over 100 to 1. I
don't meant to impinge on your fighting prowess, but those are really bad
odds, no matter how you look at it, and that doesn't even figure in the
SuperNova itself.

I used the new fighter craft developed on the moon base to destroy 7
carriers and their fighter compliment. Those craft were completely ignored
by the Enemy, even during the attacks. Right now the remaining carriers
are continuing the probing mission they were on, but I have re-called the
new fighters.

I am on my way down to the moon base, right after this briefing, to
order the construction of more of these new fighter craft. I'll be sending
some of you down to the moon to get re-trained and up to speed with the new
ships. Also a way of retro fitting our existing fighters is being worked
on. However for now, the only weapon we have that won't get us killed is
the new fighter. Now, are there any questions?" Ian finished.

Several pilots stood, and John pointed to one and said, "Fitz." He was
obviously using the pilot's call sign, as them man he pointed to had his
helmet next to him with the "Fitz" across the top.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, "Sir, How many, who, and
how soon?" several other people chuckled as he sat back down.

Ian grinned, "The base has 20 smaller assembly bays, and each craft has
two seats, like an F-14 tomcat. I intend to have all bays producing new
fighters, I would like to get you all eventually trained for both positions
on the new craft, but for now, I'll be sending two squadrons at a time. As
to how soon, the first batch will most likely go down later today. I will
also be issuing orders to modify Star Dancer to handle these new fighters
as well." Ian said.

More people stood, and again John picked one. "Cadisfly."

Ian grinned as he remembered the youth from the graduation ceremony. He
also remembered that Cadisfly was in Talena's squadron.

"Sir, I'm sure you can tell we are all anxious to get our hands on the
new ships, so can you tell us if you know, what order the rotation will
be?" The young man then sat down.

Ian seen right through that question, however, and chuckling, said; "You
really want to know if Gold Squadron is going to be first. I honestly
don't know yet. However, as you know, Gold is designated the escort
squadron for Star Dancer. If I have to commit this ship to a fight, the
extra firepower would be of a great help. But if I have to commit this
ship that soon, it won't matter. We'd still lose. So the best answer I
can give you is, Gold will most likely be last, I do plan on switching you
over permanently to those fighters, when we do."

Ian held up his hands to forestall anyone standing. "Folks, I would
love to stay and answer more of your questions, but I need to brief Alphas
pilots yet too, and get the new ships going, so, if you'll excuse me, I do
need to go." One pilot stood anyway, and Ian nodded to him.

"Sir, on behalf of all of us, I'd like to thank you for coming down here
and talking to us. I don't think we even stopped to consider that you
might just be trying to keep us alive. I'd like to apologize for the
grumbling."

Ian nodded, and smiled at him as the rest of the room stood and clapped
its agreement with his words. He waited for the noise to die down a bit
then held up his hand for silence. "I want you all to know, I'd never
betray you, or your trust. I said at each graduation that I wouldn't let
any of you down. You are our protectors, but I won't through your lives
away needlessly either."

Again, the room broke into applause, as Ian and John turned and left the
room.

They walked over to the other ready room, and found that Star had
broadcast Ian's speech to them as well. They arrived to room of pilots
already on their feet and clapping. Ian noticed Talena, and Cindy standing
near the back of the room. They smiled at him, and Cindy winked. Ian
answered a couple of questions, and then walked out into the launch bay to
board a shuttle for the 15 minute ride down to the moon base.

Once there, Ian noticed more people running around then on his last
visit only a week before. He looked over to see the shuttle he had asked
to be built had been moved out of the assembly bay, and was being worked on
out on the huge floor. It was raised up off its belly, and drones where
working on the underside.

Ian proceeded to the lab where he had last seen Kyle and Dr. Benson.

"Captain!" Kyle said, as he heard the lift door open. "I thought I'd
heard a shuttle land. I assume you're here to either have us build more
fighters, or chew me out for something." He said, cheerfully.

Ian smiled, and shook his head. "More ships, and fast. I also need to
discuss some other things with your other team members."

"I'll call them." He lifted his communit to his face.

Once he was done, he said; "I was analyzing the performance profiles
from the shadow fighters. Since those fighters passed by, and no other
ships where in the area, I placed the defenses in a full power stand-by
mode and began analyzing the data. Forte, and Benson are doing the same in
two smaller, unoccupied labs."

Ian nodded, "So, how'd they do? Any serious problems?"

"No, actually, they performed a lot better then expected."

"One thing that is nagging at me, how did they get out to the carriers
so damn quick?" Ian asked.

"Sir, I'm surprised at you! Basic navigation! They used the moon to
slingshot out there. That's why it's taking them so long to get back,
nothing to slingshot around, and jumping would be like turning on a
flashlight in a dark room. The Enemy would've spotted that easily." He
explained, as Lt. Forte, and Dr. Benson entered the room.

After greeting them, he explained why he was there, and what he wanted
done. They gave the computer authorization to build 40 new shadow class
fighters, with the special instructions to use all 20 bays. Once that was
done, Ian then explained his other needs.

"Folks, I need a redesign of the Star Dancers landing, and launching
facilities to accommodate the new fighters. This is what I had in mind;
Computer: display 3D image
of Alpha bay aboard the Star Dancer." Ian ordered, and the image

appeared above the table. "Now, remove the outer hull to show the internal
schematic." The image shifted while he was talking. "Good, now remove the
top three rows of launch tubes, and give us an outline of where the hull
is." Ian turned to the three designers. "How many Shadow fighters can you
berth in that amount of room? I was thinking that they can launch straight
out the side."

Kyle and Forte walked around the other side of the table, their eyes
never leaving the image. Finally, Kyle started to type on one of the
keyboards, Forte stood next to him looking past his shoulder. They had a
few quiet discussions, and Kyle typed more into the computer. Dr. Benson
wandered around to peek at the ideas they had going. She lightly tapped
Kyle on the shoulder, and told him; "Remember, Kyle, they have to be stored
in total darkness or they recharge too fast."

Kyle winced, "You're right, thanks." He went back to muttering and
typing. Dr. Benson stepped sideways to another terminal, and began to
type as well. "In addition to launching them, Captain, I assume you would
like them to be able to land safely as well?" She said.

"Well, that would be good, yes." Ian said, sarcastically.

"Computer: Display current landing configuration of Alpha bay." The
image appeared on the table in front of her, without disturbing the other
image. She began typing furiously, and stopped to study the image, frowned
a little, cocked her head to one side, and began typing again. Finally,
she came up with a "Yesssss!" but then frowned, "No, Dammit, that wouldn't
work either, not feasible. Well, maybe..." She turned to Lt. Forte, "Tom,
a moment please?" he moved over to her and they started talking quietly.
He bit his lower lip, and thought for a moment, and slowly started to nod
his head.

"That would work for the Star Dancer, but what if... Damn! I should
have studied propulsion design more!" Tom Forte said, with frustration.

"Engines?" Kyle said, and stepped over to them.

Ian got the distinct impression they had completely forgotten about him.
He turned and looked around the room, he seen a small lounge off to one
side, and he made for it, hoping there was a replicator in it. There was.
He got himself a sandwich and a soda, and sat down to eat. Soon Tara and
Stephanie came walking into the lab. Tara was immediately pulled into the
group around the table, but Steph, seeing Ian, came over to him.

"May I join you?" she asked, when Ian nodded, (his mouth was full), she
smiled and got herself a sandwich, and a glass of milk from the replicator.

"They start ignoring you?" she asked as she sat.

Ian chuckled, "I asked them a question, and they kinda faded away into
that place only designers know"

"I know what you mean. I finally put my foot down, and told them they
have to leave work in the lab. I had a hard time getting all of them to
eat some nights."

"All?" Ian asked.

She smiled, "Brittney and Tom have been living with us since we moved.
It was pretty much love at first site for all of us, Tom and Kyle are still
trying to figure out their relationship."

"I'm sure your folks are happy for you, are you planning a bonding
ceremony?" Ian asked

"Well, not yet, we've all agreed, but there is something Brittney wants
to take care of first." She smiled enigmatically.

Ian got the impression it was something personal, so he let it drop.
"How is your work coming?"

"Pretty good, actually. I had two of the neuro-specialists take a look
at my ideas, and they think I'm onto something. They would like to see a
working prototype as soon as I get one built. The one problem I'm having
is not with the receiver unit, but the interface. Since everyone thinks in
a different way, I have to `tune' the interface for a specific user. The
process takes about three hours, and once done, only that person can use
the interface." She said.

Ian looked at her with a little awe. "You've come up with that all on
your own?"

She nodded, "I had some help with the computer hardware, but yeah, the
rest I did."

"That's amazing! You're what, 15 now? I would think the doctors you
sent that too would nominate you for the new doctorate program."

"Well, they did, but I haven't heard anything yet. Besides, I still
need to build this, and get it to work on anyone." She said shyly.

"You know, having a fighter tuned to one specific brain pattern has its
advantages and draw backs. First off, I'd be willing to use the device
anyway, even if it meant that we had to assign specific fighters to
specific pilots. Besides, couldn't we just get a profile stored in the
computers for all our pilots, and upload it to the craft before use?"

"Damn! I didn't think of that! Yeah, that would work really well!" she
said, "Thank you, Captain! That solves one big problem."

"Well, you know what they say, sometimes it just takes a new point of
view to solve a problem." Ian said, and finished off his sandwich.

She finished eating as well, then stood, and got a plate of sandwiches
from the replicator, and took them out to the design team. Ian went with
her, and she slid the plate right into the middle of the table. Without
even looking, people started grabbing food, and eating. Steph looked at
Ian and winked. Ian shook his head, and looked at the images hovering
above the table. He noticed the three empty decks of the image he called
up had been filled, and the image Dr. Benson had called up had been joined
to it.

Ian interrupted the design team; "I see you've filled this in, want to
tell me with what?"

Kyle blinked and looked at Ian, "I'm really sorry, sir. We got talking
and ..." He sounded just like a teenager coming home late Ian thought.

"It's okay, Kyle. I understand, now please explain what you've all come
up with. However try to keep it brief, I need to get back to the ship."

"Yes sir. We can mount 45, um, platforms, for a lack of a better term,
in each landing bay. The problem however is with the landing and servicing
facilities." Ian looked at Dr. Benson.

"The problem was with the discharge of the energy created by the craft
while in flight. Once one lands it has to be immediately discharged or it
could seriously harm or even kill anyone getting close to it. This power
needs to go somewhere. We've come up with a few ideas as to what use to
put this energy to and have decided on a reserve for the force shield
around Star Dancer. Basically, cargo hold 13 would become a big battery,
we would also have to reconfigure the shield generator to use the energy. A
few modifications to the landing area, and we'd have it." She glanced at
Kyle, "We think it would take a week to do all this, but it might take a
little longer. It is also the first step to being able to safely use the
new armor on the hornets as well."

"Good, co-ordinate with main engineering, and get to work on it right
away. I need it done yesterday." Ian said. Keep me informed, and let me
know if you need anything. I will be sending down two squadrons for
training later today too, so please ask Dr. Punjab for quarters, until
these new bays are done, and we can take them back on board. Let me know
when you need the next batch, and I'll send them down." He finished.

"Sir, what are you going to do with the 60 hornets we're displacing?"
Lt. Forte asked.

"Good question, I was thinking about shipping them down here, so you can
do the retro-fits to them; armor, weapons systems, and," he grinned at
Stephanie. "flight computers." She grinned back at him, and nodded. "then
swapping them out after you get done with the modifications to Star
Dancer."

Ian looked at the design team, when no one else seemed to have a
question, Ian suggested they authorize the computer to build 60 more of the
new fighters, for a total of 100; 10 for Talos, 10 for the moon base, and
90 for Star Dancer. Then he excused himself, to return to his ship. He
noticed Dr. Benson smiling thoughtfully at him as he left. He wondered
what that was all about.

Ian got back to the ship and gave the orders he needed to give to send
the pilots down to the base. Then got the chief engineer, and Flight
control officer involved with the re-fit project.

He got back to the bridge, and had Jenny brief him on the Enemy's
position. He briefed her on the retro fit about to begin on the launch
bays and the rotation of the pilots down to be trained on the new fighters.


He retired to his ready room and sent a message to Janet Lasker. After
recovering from shock, she went down to Talos to help Ty with his friend.
He told her he needed at least 100 new pilots, and could she please get her
people working on that.

Ian checked his email, and saw he had a couple hundred in the account
set up for the contest. He left it alone because it still had a week left
to run.

Though it was still early in the day, Ian was tired, the stress of the
day catching up to him. He told Jenny he was going to go down to med bay
and check on the kids, then head back to their quarters for a nap.

"Remember, you still owe me a half day off!" She said, grinning. He
winked at her, and left the bridge.

After he played with all the children for a while, he headed back to his
quarters; he was surprised by Cindy and Talena, nude, and waiting for him.
He was about to ask them what they where doing there, when Cindy pressed
her fingers over his lips.

"The XO had a special mission for us." She said.

"And we are certainly not going to contest her orders." Talena said, as
she took Ian's hand and led him to the bedroom.

When Ian walked in he saw what looked like hundreds of candles all over
the room. Soft, relaxing jazz music was playing. The girls slowly
undressed him, and led him to the bed. They lay him down, and started to
give him a massage, Cindy started at his shoulders, Talena, at his feet.
Ian was sound asleep long before they met at the middle.



The more it learned the less it liked its mission here. It had sent a
cloaked shuttle to act as a communications relay to the planet. The agents
on the planet reported that though nothing has interfered with their
operations yet, there is a `research' community in the desert of the North
American continent that is calling itself Talos. In addition to the name,
which could be written off to coincidence, attempts to infiltrate the
community to find out just what kind of research have shown the use of
Talosian technology for defense. Well, if nothing else, it had proof of a
Talosian presence in the system. Research community? Doing weapons
research maybe? Clearly, this was a direct threat to their mission in this
system. The Preator got maps, and laid out the plans for a strike against
this `community'. It had also not detected any Alliance presence in this
system. It foresaw no reason not to attack and destroy this base. It was
authorized to defend itself after all, and this base was a threat wasn't
it? Perhaps attacking it would draw the rest of the forces in the system
into revealing themselves.



The Enemy, after a thorough patrol of the system recalled all but a few
of the carriers. The six that where left were in positions to scan most of
the system.

When the first 20 of the new fighters were finished and the pilots where
trained, Ian reassigned the Ghost squadron back to Talos. However before
they could take their new ships with them, modifications to the landing
facilities there had to be done. In addition, Ian wanted proof that no one
on the planet, except Talos, could track the new craft. Corvis and his
wingman volunteered for a test flight. Ian was almost leery of granting
the young man's request. After the carrier incident, Corvis would probably
buzz the Whitehouse or something.

Modification were quickly done to the facility on the planet and Ian
granted the pilots' request, with the promise not to take too much of a
risk.

A laughing Corvis told his Captain; "Sir, a little risk makes life
interesting. Besides, I was going to look for a couple of F-14's or
something patrolling in international territory, and close to within 10
miles. If no response, then close to 1 mile. If they still don't see us,
then the acid test will be to close to visual. If we pass all of those,
then I'm pretty sure it'll be safe to land at Talos."

Ian shook his head, but approved the plan. Corvis and his wingman
launched from the moon. During the test, Star monitored the communications
from the 2 craft, as well as the `targets' once they had been selected.

"Ghost two, this is Ghost one. I have two F-14 Tomcats bearing
one-four-two, angels one-five, One-six-seven miles downrange. Speed mach
zero-point-niner."

"Ghost two; I see `em."

"Roger Ghost Two, lets see if they can see us. Close too one-zero
miles, angels one-five. And match speed."

Ian watched the screen as the two Talosian craft closed with the two
advanced tactical fighters of the U.S. Navy.

"Control, this is Ghost flight. No response, proceeding with mission."

"Roger, Ghost flight, They've not seen you."

"Closing to zero-one miles."

Ian watch them close rapidly on the two aircraft, the screen zoomed in
to accommodate the smaller area.

"Control, Ghost flight is at zero-one miles from target; negative
response."

"Affirmative, Ghost flight."

"Ghost flight to control, Ghost two is off my port side, and I can
actually see her, just the canopy really, but we are still visible. I
would like to not give those poor pilots heart failure unless you really
want me too." Corvis' voice said.

"Ghost flight, this is Command." Ian cut in, "Drop below ghost two, and
see if she's still visible."

"Roger, from the underside, it looks like a distorted mirror. Ghost
two; hold position, I'm dropping some to see what it looks like." A short
pause, "Command, at 1000 feet distance, she is no longer visible from
below."

"Roger Ghost flight. Good job, head for home." Ian said. "Flight
control, send the rest of Ghost squadron down, their definitely safe."



The rest of the week went by without too much excitement. The retrofit
to Star Dancer was almost totally complete. Ian now had 90 shadow
fighters, and 60 hornets. However, he only had 86 trained pilots, of which
only 40 were trained on the new craft. Janet's recruiters were working on
the problem however, and had started to send up more pilot trainee's.

One pilot candidate was a small, attractive, dark-haired female fighter
pilot from Russia. She had a sharp temper, but held it firmly in check.
As a result, her tongue was even sharper, and when teased, she gave as good
as she got. John gave her the call sign `Firefox' before she ever started
the training program. He was a big fan of the Clint Eastwood movie, and
claimed that name fit her to a tee. Her name was Sasha Gorski, she claimed
that her father had wanted a boy, hence the male name. She had been
discharged from the Russian air force for striking a superior officer.
Janet's people, with some help from Star, learned she broke both of the
commander's legs, several ribs, and given him a concussion during an
attempted rape. He was still in a coma when they kicked her out.

The end of the second week of the contest for the name of the new moon
base finally arrived. Ian took the 334 entries and split them into thirds,
sending a third each to Luke Belden, and Dr. Punjab. He then began
reading the remaining 112. It took him the better part of two days to get
all of them read, he noticed a lot of them had actually come up with the
same name, including his favorite email. It was from a young man at Talos.
A 13 year old named Victor Stavros. The name sounded familure to Ian, but
he couldn't place it.

Dear Sir,

We recently studied myths and legends for school. I was thinking that
the Phoenix was a lot like what happened with Star Dancer. It crashed just
like a phoenix does when it dies, only to be reborn from the ashes of its
past life. Since the Moon Base was built on the site of Star Dancers
crash, I thought that name would be a good one for the Base.

So my entry for the contest is Phoenix Base.



Victor Stavros,

Talos, NM.



Ian contacted Luke Belden, and asked if he had gotten time to look
through the entries.

"Just finished them Ian. You know, I had a lot of the same name from
the entries. The teachers tell me that they had recently done a segment on
Greek and Roman mythology. So I assume that's were it came from."

"Let me guess; Phoenix Base or Phoenix station right?" Ian asked.

Luke chuckled, and nodding, said; "I take it that you had a lot of the
same? It's hard for me to choose since I know most of these kids.
However, a lot of these were just an entry, with no explanation."

"Well, try to pick one. I'm about to call Dr. Punjab, and see what
he's come up with. Then we can all compare notes."

"You want me to hang on?" Luke asked.

"If you've time, this shouldn't take long. I'll pull him into this
conversation." Ian said.

Luke nodded, and Ian asked star to included Dr. Punjab in the
conversation.

"Captain Ian, Mr. Belden, it is good to be seeing you once again. I
assume you are calling about the naming of the station?"

Ian, grinning, nodded. No matter how many times he heard the Indian
accent of the Doctor, it always made him smile.

"It seems the children want to name the place either Phoenix Base, or
Phoenix Station, Doctor." Luke stated.

"Yes, it is obvious that the name will be Phoenix Base. But with so
many of them giving us the same name, how do we choose?" Dr. Punjab asked.

"I've picked one based on how he wrote the letter. I'll forward it on
to both of you, however, if you've one that is better, please let me know."
Ian said, quickly typing the command into the computer.

Both men briefly glanced away to open the letter and read it.

"I must say, that is better then most of the letters I've seen." Dr.
Punjab said.

"I'll agree with that." Luke agreed.

"Very well. Star? Please record the new name of the Moon Base as
Phoenix Base. Luke, would you be so kind as to inform the editor of `The
New Talosian' of our decision, and include a copy of the winning letter?
Unfortunately the prize is going to have to wait until the current crisis
is over." Ian said.

"I'll take care of that. Would you like me to talk to the winner as
well?" Luke asked.

"I think perhaps Captain Ian should be the one to do that. Since we
have to delay the promised tour, it might be better if he call the young
man." Dr. Punjab said.

"He's right, I'll give him a call tonight. Could you ask the Editor, to
keep it under wraps until after I call?" Ian asked.

"I'm sure that won't be a problem." Luke said.

"Well, gentlemen. That's settled. I won't take up anymore of your
time. Good afternoon." Ian said.

Both men bid Ian a good afternoon as well, and signed off.

Ian reviewed the status of the retrofit being done to Star Dancer and
decided to call it a day. Before going back to his quarters though, he had
a duty to perform.

"Star, please connect me to the Stavros residence in Talos."

Ian watched the big screen on the wall, and waited for a few moments.
Shortly a cute 6 year old's face appeared on the screen. "Stavros
residence, can I help you?"

Ian smiled as he remembered the little girl from a year ago. "Good
evening Andreya. Could I please speak to your brother, Victor?"

"Sure, I'll get him."

Ian watched her turn away from the screen, and trotted off yelling,
"VICTOR! VICTOR! CAPTAIN WILLIAMS WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!"

A few moments later, a slightly out of breath young man sat down in
front of the screen. "I'm Victor sir."

"You can call me Ian. I called to congratulate you. We picked you as
the winner of the naming contest for the moon base. It is already
officially been named Pheonix Base."

"Wow! Really? That's awesome! Thank you si...er, Ian." The excited
youth said. Ian's smile broadened at his exuberance. During the exchange
Ian seen a woman come up behind Victor, and pat him on the back.

"However, I'm afraid the tour of the facility will have to wait until
the current crisis is over. It might not be safe to bring you and your
family up right now. I'm sorry." Ian told him.

"That's okay sir, I can understand that." The young man said, he was
still smiling.

An excited little girl jumping into Victor's lap interrupted the
conversation. "You won! I knew you would! We get to meet Star! We get
to meet the Captain!" Little Andreya shouted.

Victor hugged her to him, saying "Hush sweetheart! I'm trying to talk
to the Captain." He turned back to Ian, "Sorry sir."

"It's quite alright Victor. I'll call you again once it's safe to take
that tour." A chuckling Ian replied.

"Thank you sir. We all look forward to it."

"Congratulations again, Victor."

"Thanks, good night sir." Victor said.

"Good night, Victor. Good night Andreya" Ian said.

"G'night Captain." The little girl tried to salute as the connection
ended.

Ian returned to his quarters to his own family.

Later that night, Ian was awakened by the red alert klaxon. They all
scrambled out of bed and into their clothes. Ian and Jenny ran for the
bridge as Talena and Cindy ran for the maglev. Beth stayed with the now
crying children until Julie got there to watch them.

"What's going on?" he demanded as soon as he walked in.

Lt. Andres had the watch. "Sir, Talos is under attack. They activated
the alert five minutes ago. They're preparing to launch fighters."

Ian dropped into his chair, as he flipped the switch on the comm.
"Talos control, this is Captain Williams. What's your situation?"

"Talos control here. We are under attack by a large ground force. I
have no report as to its origin. Scanners indicate multiple inbound
spacecraft. Computer ID says they are Caldarian fighters, and frigate
class bombers. I am launching Ghost squadron."

"Talos, If everyone isn't already underground, get them there now!" Ian
shouted into the comm. He toggled the intercom, "Flight Control, this is
the Captain. Scramble Silver squadron. Destination; Talos. Maximum
speed. Eliminate all enemy presence with extreme prejudice. Gold squadron
to standby." Ian quickly added.

"Star Dancer, this is Talos. Ty identified the ground force to be
Caldarian, at least 50 of them. He also reports five hover tanks moving
into attack position. We're activating primary base weaponry."

"Sir, the U.S. is scrambling fighters to intercept." Jenny reported.

"Oh great!" Ian said sarcastically, "Star, transfer the IFF signatures
of all U.S. military aircraft to our ships. List them as friendly.
Ignorant, but friendly."

"Who's gonna get there first, Jen?" Ian asked.

She looked at her screens for a second. "Ghost Squadron, but not by
much. I hope the F-16's know when to run."

"Hardly. What's the E.T.A. on Silver squadron?"

"Still at least fifteen minutes out. Sir, they're gonna hit the
atmosphere at about mach 20. People in China are gonna hear them, and
they'll light up the sky." She warned him.

"It can't be helped. We need them to be there as fast as possible." Ian
said. "Star, give us a tactical display."

The big main screen lit up with a picture of the western United States.
Enemy units appeared as red dots over Colorado and Wyoming. His fighters
showed up as green dots moving rapidly toward the group of red over
Colorado. The F-16's were yellow dots moving painfully slow in comparison.


Ian studied the indicators beside each red dot. Six bombers were being
escorted to their target by 20 fighters. The group over Wyoming was the
same. At present speed, the farthest enemy ship would reach Talos in 15
minutes.

"Star Dancer, this is Talos control. The enemy has knocked the shield
down, and is advancing. We need help here!"

"Talos control, this is Command. E.T.A. on help is four minutes.
Relay to your security force, that an air strike is inbound." Jenny told
them.

"Roger Command."

"Talos control this is the Captain. Have you gotten everyone to safety
yet?" Ian asked

"Negative Captain. We still have people unaccounted for."

Ian swore under his breath. "Talos control, you better get those people
underground as fast as possible. If those Enemy bombers get in range..."

"Understood, Captain, we're doing our best."

"Silver squadron is on station and attacking the ground units." Jenny
reported.

"Good." Ian said, "Good."

"Ian," Jenny said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "The power
plant is destroyed, so is Factory One, and the houses are burning. The
Construction drones are trying to contain the fires, but they report at
least three people dead. The wounded have been taken into the
underground."

Ian closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Captain to CMO. Prep an
emergency team to assist the survivors at Talos. Report to Flight control
when you're ready."

"Affirmative, Captain." Beth replied.

Ian looked at the main screen again. The Enemy was a lot closer to
Talos now. The two remaining bombers would be in range soon. Some of the
remaining enemy fighters were strafing the town.

Ian watched helplessly as the remaining enemy fighters closed in on what
was left of the town. He saw with grim satisfaction that the two remaining
bombers had been destroyed, and that four of the F-16's were still on the
board.

Ghost and Silver squadrons made quick work of the remaining enemy.
However, the damage was considerable.

As the sun came up over the desert, video was relayed by one of the
construction drones. The shield generator was gone, as was the power and
waste plant. Factory One had been leveled, and Factory Two had sustained
heavy damage. Eight square blocks of houses had burned to the ground. The
administration building was gone, as were the arcade, and general store.

Most of the people had made it to the underground facilities. Of the 32
that didn't make it immediately, six were wounded, two were in critical
condition. 19 died before they could reach safety. Two died defending the
town against the ground assault.

Eight F-16's had been scrambled, four had been destroyed in the fight,
and one crashed during an emergency landing at Los Alamos, killing the
pilot.

Elias Johnson and the six-year-old girl he carried had been killed 20
feet from the blast door in the community center. The little girl's name
was Andreya Stavros.

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Author: Rain Man
Title: Bribing Britney Spears
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: 2 guys secretly video tape Britney Spears in her dressing room
them use it to

bribe her into sex. Keywords: Mf, celeb, voy, blackmail



Thanks again for for hosting my stories. If you are under
18, do not read this story, why? Because it's illegal I guess. =) If your
over 18, enjoy!





We knew we had to do it. It was such a perfect opportunity; it was
impossible not to do it. My friend, Mike, and I have been working at the
Metrodome in Minneapolis MN for over a year now, and when we heard that
Britney Spears was coming, we knew we couldn't waist this opportunity.

It was early in her career, her album Baby One More Time has been out
for a few months, and the hysteria caused by her has been massive. Mike
and I work at the Metrodome like I said, part time. We are going to
college and are both taking different majors, but we both share the same
passion, video production, editing, and producing. We loved everything to
do with video, and we did plenty of stuff with it. Both our parents are
rich, so we had lots of money to fund our little experiments. We already
have the girl's bathroom in our dorm completely covered by cameras. You
would be amazed how much someone would pay to see a certain girl in the
shower. Anyway, know what we are doing, and we are good at it. When we
heard Britney, the hot little 17-year-old singing babe was coming to the
Metrodome; we knew we need to get some video of her. We had 2 << months to
prepare, so we had plenty of time. With a little research, we found out
which room she would be assigned to, and we went to work. We thought out a
plan, and bought the necessary equipment we needed.

Time passed, college life was easy. Neither of us had hard classes, and
we spent a lot of time in our dorm room. We got into contact with many of
our online clients, and told them about our plan. Many of them were
interested in a copy of these video's of the pop star nude, and after a
month and half, we had a big list of people willing to pay a lot of money
for this material. We also did lots of work with the video from the girl's
bathroom. We got some very good shots of the hottest girls in our
dormitory. Thinking back, we were lucky we never got caught. Anyway, the
concert was about a week away, so me and Mike decided to make our move.

"James, lets do it tonight," Mike told me. I agreed and we loaded up
some duffel bags with camera's wires, and other equipment, along with a few
laptop computers. With our plan in hand, we got to work and told our boss
that we are going to do some work on the room, preparing for Britney. He
told us that's fine, as we were supposed to do some stuff to it anyway. We
got all the stuff down there, and got the plan on the table in the middle
of the room.

"Alright Mike, let's get started," I told him. He nodded and we began
unpacking the equipment. I scanned the room, and saw what we had to work
with. The room itself was about 20 feet long and 25 feet wide. In the
middle of the room like I said was a regular table, with 4 chairs around
it. Next to it was a nice couch, which was facing a TV/VCR combo.
Perpendicular to the couch was a loveseat, and a lounge chair. On the
other side of the room from the TV, was an area for makeup and doing hair,
that kind of thing. Right next to that, was a full body mirror that was 7
feet tall. Also in the room was a large walk-in closet. And finally, was
the bathroom. It was a pretty large bathroom. This is the nicest dress
room in the entire place. The bathroom itself was about 10X8 feet. There
is a large shower, a hot tub, a large vanity, and toilet. The entire
room's ceiling was tiles, so it's going to be very easy to plan cameras.
Hell, we can plant a camera in a cement wall.

After working for 2 hours, and after several tests of the equipment, we
were done. We had several cameras in the bathroom, 2 covering different
angles of the shower, and one more covering the rest of the room. We also
had 2 cameras in the main room. We installed several microphones so we can
pickup sounds from anywhere. The camera's were about 10 k each, and were
very small, and very detailed in the picture they produced. It could be
viewed on our laptops in full screen, full color, and almost DVD quality.
We linked all the equipment to our laptops through a wireless LAN
connection that worked like I charm. We could basically be anywhere in the
building and be able to pickup everything and record it with our software.
With everything setup, all we had to do is wait.

Time seemed to stand still as the week dragged on. We often tested the
cameras and mics and everything stayed in working order. We anxiously
awaited the day that the hot little babe would walk into the room we
prepared for her. When the Friday of the concert came, neither Mike nor
myself went to any classes; we were too excited to think about anything.
We messed around on our computers for the whole day, and tried to get the
time to go by. I glanced at the clock in the lower right corner, it read
3:30.

"Mike, I think we should go," I said out loud. I looked over to him,
and he nodded his head. The concert was scheduled to start at 7:30, but we
knew she would arrive before then. We quickly headed out of our dorm, and
drove quickly to the dome. We arrived at about 4:00, as there were some
traffic issues. We walked into the employee's room, and saw our boss
standing there. He seemed surprised to see us.

"Well, I never thought I would see the day YOU 2 would be early," he
commented. "Why the hell are you here an hour early?"

We both looked at each other, not really sure what to say. Mike finally
spoke up. "We just wanted to make sure everything was ready to go. You
know, if something goes wrong we will have a riot of 14 year olds." We all
let out a laugh, and our boss told us to get out of here, and do something.
We jumped at the opportunity and quickly walked to the room we plan on
setting up the equipment. We got there, locked the door, and grabbed the
bags we had sitting behind some chairs. We setup our laptops, got all the
wireless receivers up and running, and got all the cameras running.

"Let's run a quick test," I said.

"Ok," Mike responded. The test basically meant we would each view each
camera, make sure it moves and zooms properly with a clear picture. We ran
though the test, and everything was in proper working order.

The room we selected for sitting was actually very close to the dressing
room. This room is in the same hallway as the dressing room, but is about
3 doors away, and on the other side of the hallway. It's a storage closet,
but isn't used much anymore. It was perfect for us as it had very good
lighting, and many chairs and desks.

I glanced at the clock, and it read 4:23. I was now very anxious and
felt like I had 1 too many cups of coffee.

"Maybe we should go and do something to waist some time," Mike
suggested.

"Sounds good," I replied. We exited the room, locked the door, and
headed back to the employee room. We grabbed the "Security" passes we are
supposed to wear during a concert, and headed out to make sure everything
else was in order. We kept ourselves busy, and almost forgot what we were
there to do. Time passes, and I happened to glance at my watch, it read
5:43.

"Hey Mike, when do you think she will get here?" I blurted out.

"Hell if I kno."

"BBBBIIIZZZZ.. Attention all employee's", the radio we were both
wearing blasted out, scaring the living fuck out of both of us. "The VIP
is about to enter the building."

"Here we go man," Mike said with a smile. I smiled back and we made our
way to our designated area. We basically were supposed to stand in the
hallway as she walked by along with several other members of the staff. I
guess it makes her feel more secure.

We got to the spot, and we saw most of the other staff was in place.
Mike was about 10 feet down the hallway from me, and we tried to look like
security people. The radio was going crazy, and I picked up that the VIP
had entered the building, and then the VIP was in the hallway. I turned my
head, and I saw several people making the corner, then, there she was. The
17 year old pop sensation, in all her glory. She was dressed in a blue
halter-top, and regular jean shorts. Her hair looked magnificent, and she
was an image of beauty. She approached me and I couldn't keep my eyes off
of her rack. It looked so awesome, I wanted to reach out and grab them as
she went by. When she went by, she looked at me and smiled, and I smiled
back. I stared at her ass as she walked more down the hallway. After
several moments, I turned around to see Mike walking up to me with a huge
smile on his face.

"Man, I can't wait to see that ass and that rack!"

"Oh ya, we are going to see some good stuff, and we will make an ass
load of money!" I replied.

The hallway cleared and we snuck off to our little room, just down the
hallway from the babe. We got in, sat down at our computers, and pulled up
the camera views. Mine came up first, and it was one of the cameras in the
main room. I saw her sitting down on the couch, with several people in the
room. Mike pulled up a view from the main room also, but a different
angle. I turned on the microphones, and conversation rang out. It seemed
that one of the people in the room was her agent, and they were talking
about how much money she will be getting for this concert. The vocals
sounded great, and the video was excellent. I zoomed in on her, and
admired her beauty. I zoomed in on her chest, as her shirt hugged her
breasts snugly. Mike glanced over to my computer and said, "Nice view."

"Oh ya," I said. "I'm going to record a little bit." I clicked a few
buttons on the screen, and the recording began. I planned on just
recording a little bit, then turning it off, as this isn't exactly why we
did this. I was so excited and scared at the same time, but I knew she
could never know we were doing this.

The conversations kept on going, and I was almost getting bored which
seemed impossible. I had stopped recording a while ago, and I was checking
some of the other cameras in the bathroom. I glanced at the clock and it
read 6:34.

"Well," I heard Britney say, "I better get ready. Can you guys jet?"

"Fuck Ya!" Mike yelled.

"'Bout time," I commented. I got the camera ready and was zoomed in on
her. I glanced at Mike's computer and he was also doing the same thing
with a different camera. Everyone else left the room, and Britney headed
for the bathroom. We both quickly switched cameras and hit record. She
got in, closed the door, and let out a sigh. She headed over to the
toilet, and unbuttoned her pants. I wasn't really expecting this, but it
did turn me on. She pulled down her pants to reveal her panties. I
quickly zoomed in on them, they were plain white panties, but on the body
of Britney, they were dynamite. She pushed down the panties and we saw a
flash of pubic hair before she sat down. We kept on recording as a
tinkling sound rang through the speakers. Mike and me looked at each other
for a moment, not sure what to say. She was now done, and she grabbed some
toilet paper, and wiped herself dry, and stood back up, and once again, we
got a quick view of some pubic hair before her pants were back up.

"Man, I hardly got anything! You?" Mike asked.

"No, not much, just a flash of pubic hair," I responded.

"Really? I didn't even get that!" Mike said back. Britney headed out
of the bathroom, and went to the closet. She opened it and it was full of
some clothing. She looked around for a bit then pulled out a short skirt,
and a small almost bikini type shirt. We both saw this, and continued to
record. She put the clothing down on the edge of the couch, and reached
down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. My cock stirred in my pants, as
she pulled the shirt off of her young body, and we got a view of her in
just a bra.

"Holy fuck." Mike said quietly as we both starred in awe at her in just
a bra. She kicked off her shoes, and I knew what was next. We both lost
our breath as she reached down, unbuttoned her pants, and pulled them down.
She flung them off her feet and turned to look at herself in the mirror. I
was zoomed in right on her as I admired her young body. Her bra and
panties were both rather plain, but very sexy indeed on her sweet, tight
body. She walked over, with the camera's following her, and grabbed the
skirt. She stepped into it, and pulled it up, wiggling her hips the whole
way up. When she did this, her tit's bounced a bit, and that made my cock
go rock hard. She got the skirt on, and grabbed the shirt. In a moment,
that was on, and she still looked incredibly sexy in the skimpy clothing.
She now went back to the closet and grabbed what looked to be a dress. She
slipped it over her head and straighten it out. It was not very solid as a
fabric and was very see-through. She still looked very good, and she sat
down at the make-up mirror, and went to work on her face and hair. I kept
on recording, but took a quick look at Mike. He was very excited, and I
could tell he wanted to just beat off all over the computer.

At about 7:20, she set everything down, and went over to the mirror
again. She blew a little kiss to herself, and headed out the door. I
turned off the recording, and looked over to Mike.

"That was awesome man," I said.

"I know it, that alone will make us a ton of cash," Mike commented. I
turned back to my computer and hit save. It took about a minute, but the
movie file was saved successfully. A moment later, I heard the crowd go
crazy, then heard some loud booming, and then some music started, if you
want to call it music.

The concert went on, and Mike and I wasted the time by watching the
video footage we just shot. My cock was rock hard as I watched the young
Ms. Spears looking fine as ever.

Finally, after about an hour and a half, we heard the music stop, and
the crowd go nuts. We knew it was quitting time for Ms. Spears, and we
got our cameras ready.

"Here we go man, it's shower time," I smiled at Mike.

"Oh shit man, I might have to beat off to this," he commented.

"You better not. I don't want to see that thing," I said back. After a
few moments, Britney once again entered the room. Both our computers
started recording, and I made sure we were using different camera angles.
She immediately walked over to her makeup table, grabbed her cell phone,
and called someone. While she was on the phone, a guy came in the room.

"Great show Britney!"

"I know, but I'm pooped. When does the bus leave?" she asked.

"In about 45 minutes, which gives you enough time to clean up," the man
responded.

"Ok, see you on the bus," Britney responded. The man left, and Britney
said goodbye to whomever she was talking to on the phone. She let out a
sigh, and headed to the bathroom.

"Oh baby," Mike moaned out. She entered the bathroom and we quickly
changed our camera views. I took a moment to zoom in on her sweaty body.
Her see-threw dress was stuck to her body, and her nipples were sticking
out. She pealed off the dress, and left her in the sexy skirt and bikini
type shirt. She once again used the toilet, but I didn't focus on her too
much. I already had a shot of that. While still on the toilet, she flung
her skirt and panties off of her feet. Before I knew it she stood up,
naked from the stomach down. My cock just about shot out of my pants, as I
zoomed in on her crotch. I only got a quick look at her cunt lips, but it
was still very arousing. She turned around, giving me a beautiful shot of
her ass. Next she walked over to the shower, with our camera's following
her the whole way, and she turned it on. Then she pulled off her shirt,
and quickly removed her bra. Standing right there on my monitor was
Britney Spears, nude. I zoomed in on her breasts. They were just perfect,
with nice nipples. I got another good view of her cunt. I switched to a
different camera, and got a great view of her tits. I wanted so much to
run into her room and fuck the living hell out of her. She then climbed
into the shower, and Mike and I switched to the shower cams. She grabbed
some shampoo and lathered herself up. It was almost too much. I was very
tempted to just pull out my throbbing cock, and beat off all over the
computer, but I had just told Mike not to. I could see he was in a similar
state as I was as we looked at the thing of beauty in the shower.

She was in the shower for about 10 minutes, got out, and began to dry
herself off. After zooming in on her drying off her pussy and tits, I
looked to Mike who had a very suspicious smile on his face.

"Ok Mike, this is incredible, but what's with the face?" I asked him.

"My friend, do you realize what we can do with this footage?" He
replied.

"Yes I do, make an ass load of money!" I shouted.

"Yes, that too but." he trailed off. "You remember me hooking up the TV
in that room to test out the camera's?"

"Ya, so?" I said confused at where he was going.

"We can feed what we have recorded to the TV," he said.

"Are you crazy!? We don't want her to know we have it!" I screamed at
him

"Settle down, trust me, and follow my lead," he said calmly. I couldn't
figure out what he was up to, but he started typing furiously on his
keyboard. I looked back to my screen; Britney had a towel on her body and
hair, and headed for the main room. I switched cameras, and kept a close
eye on her. She went over to the couch, and plopped down.

"Here we go my friend," Mike said. He punched a few more keys, and I
saw the TV come on. Britney looked at it in confusion, as an image of the
bathroom came on the screen. From my angle, I saw the expression on her
face freeze in fear. Then, the image of her entering after the concert,
going to the bathroom, and then stripping for the shower. She had a look
of horror and fear on her face. She bolted to the phone for security and
started screaming into it.

"We need security to the VIP room at once," I head on the radio. Mike
picked up his radio and quickly responded.

"This is Mike, James and I will check it out," he said while smiling at
me.

"Ok, report back when you know what's going on," the voice said. Mike
got up, and I was still sitting there.

"Get up man!" he screamed as he grabbed me. We headed out the door, and
we both left the computers recording. Mike also stopped the feed on the
TV.

We ran down the hallway, and Mike knocked on the door.

"This is security, Ms. Spears, may we come in?" Mike shouted.

"Yes," we heard her say on the other side of the door. We entered, and
there she was, standing 10 feet in front of me, in nothing more than a bath
towel. It was hard to contain myself.

"Ok Ms. Spears, what's the problem?" Mike asked. She looked very
pissed off and frantic.

"It was just on my TV! I don't know how or where but it was there!" she
screamed.

"What was?" he asked, keeping his cool.

"It was a video of me taking a shower that I just did a few minutes ago!
How the hell did it get on my TV?" she asked. Mike walked over to the TV
and I followed him. The TV was on, but no picture was on it. He pushed
the channel button on it, and it went to some cable channel.

"Ms. Spears, it must have been on a TV station," Mike said turning back
to her. She looked frustrated, and let out a sigh.

"I swear it was me, it had to be!" she screamed.

"Well Ms. Spears, it's not there now, and since you seem to be ok, we
will go now," Mike said as we headed for the door. Instead of opening it,
he locked it. He turned around, gave me a wink, and turned to Britney.

"Ms. Spears, I have to tell you something. That was you on the TV. My
partner and me are the ones who recorded it. We will release it to the
public unless you do something for us." Britney got a look on her face of
confusion and terror.

"Wha.what do you want? Money?" she said as her voice crackled. I
finally realized what Mike was up to. I could have kissed him for thinking
of it. Mike reached down, grabbed his radio, and said into it that
everything was secure in the VIP room.

"Ms. Spears, I think you know what we want. Please remove that towel,"
Mike said, still keeping his cool.

"Oh, your fucking nuts! There's no way I am going to!" she screamed.

"Well, it's up to you, but that I can assure you the video will be
released on the web tonight, and it will be all over the world by
tomorrow," Mike said looking right at her. She looked back at him, and I
stood next to Mike, looking back and forth between the 2. My cock was rock
hard in anticipation of the possibilities ahead of me. Britney looked at
me, and I quickly thought of something to say.

"He's speaking the truth Britney, it would be in your best interest to
follow or demands," I told her. The look in her face turned to one of lost
hope. She let out a little whimper, and started to cry. While crying, she
grabbed the towel, and dropped it. There is no finer image in the world.
Britney Spears naked right in front of me. My cock head just about shot
off my penis it was so erect. Mike walked towards her, removing his
clothes on the way. I followed his lead, and in no time at all, we were
both naked, and right next to her. Mike went for her tits, and I went for
her cunt. I spread her legs for her, and admired her pussy. There was a
small patch of hair above her clit, but the rest was hairless. I took my
finger and traced her lips up and down. I looked up and saw Mike licking
her left nipple and fondling her right tit. I stuck my finger in her cunt,
and quickly found an obstacle in the way. She was still a virgin! That
was incredible. I moved my mouth over her lips and licked all over. It
was the best tasting cunt I had ever experienced in my life. I stuck my
tongue inside, and fucked her cunt with my tongue. Mike continued to
attack her tits, as I sucked her pussy.

I stood up, and lead them both to the couch. Mike got on the couch, and
grabbed Britney's damp hair, and moved it down to his cock. She knelt
down, and she was forced to impale his cock. He let out a moan as she took
him in. With a firm grip on her hair, he bobbed her up and down. Now, as
for me, that ass right in my face was very appealing. I moved behind her,
getting my cock into position to stick it right into her cunt.

She pushed up off of Mike's cock and pleaded, "Please no, I'm a virgi."
Her voice was muffled by Mike pulling her down again on his cock again. He
smiled at me and winked. I smiled back and got my cock right at the
entrance of her cunt. I rubbed my rock hard head up and down her lips, and
took a moment to reflect. I was just about to take the virginity of the
hottest girl in music today. It was a good day to be alive.

I pushed in, and the tightness was incredible. I reached her cherry,
and paused for a minute. I could hear her crying still, but I didn't care.
I pushed hard, breaking the cherry, and her tight deflowered cunt took my
entire cock in. She let out a muffled scream when I did this, but I didn't
care. I pulled out, and shoved back in. Her cunt was so tight and hot, it
didn't take me long to cum. I only fucked her for a couple of minutes when
I felt my cock building up for a monster orgasm. My balls pulled closer to
my body as my orgasm exploded inside of Britney's cunt. The first wave
almost made me pass out it was so powerful. I sent cum wave after cum wave
of my love juice into her juicy cunt. My orgasm lasted what seemed
forever, when it finally subsided, and I pulled out of her, and collapsed
on the floor. Mike smiled at me, and I gave him thumbs up.

"Now Ms. Spears, it's time to deflower you other hole," Mike said as he
pulled her off and pulled her so she would stand up and turn around.

"Please no." she said in between sobs but Mike and I paid no attention.
He brought her ass towards him as he sat on the couch, and pulled her down.
He got his cock right to her ass, and pulled her down on him. It took him
a good 5 minutes to work up enough lube to enter her ass but he was able to
do it and he was soon pulled her up and down on his cock. Britney's tits
were bouncing up and down as he did this and it was very arousing and I my
cock responded. I got back up, put her legs on the couch spread eagle, and
entered her cunt again while Mike fucked her ass. We fucked her like that
till Mike and I each had an orgasm. I was too tired after that to do
anything else, so Mike had her all to himself. He went back and forth
between her cunt and ass until her had his 2nd orgasm, right in her cunt.

We both got up, left her on the couch, not moving, but crying. There
was a mixture of Mike's and my cum oozing out of her cunt and Mike's was
coming out her ass. We walked over, got dressed, and gave one last look
back at the now fucked up Ms. Spears.

"Thank you very much Ms. Spears. As long as you keep quite about this,
the tape never goes to the public," Mike said as he opened the door. We
both left, walked back to the other room, and got back on our computers.

"Oh man, that was so great," I exclaimed. "What a great idea!"

"I know, it just came to me," He said smiling. We both hit save on our
computers; packed up the equipment we had, and left. We ended up releasing
the video anyway; to the people we agreed to sell it to. We told them they
must not give it to anyone else or they will loose their agreement with us.
We made an ass load of money off of the video's, almost 100 grand each.

Some years later, the video managed to get onto Morpheus, and Kaaza, and
in no time at all, it was everywhere. Oh well, we kept our end of the
deal. Someone we sold it to broke the agreement. It was eventually traced
back to him, and Britney went after him with everything she had. Last I
heard, he was in jail for 20 years, and broke.



The End



Well, I hope you liked it. It was my first attempt at a celebrity
story. I was inspired by another story I read about Britney where a guy
bribed her with some pictures that turned out to not be her anyway, but it
was a good story. If I remember who wrote it, I would give him some credit
for the idea, but I do not recall it. If you have any comments on the
story, email me at rainman69 I respond to all emails! =)
Check out my other stories located at:
/files/Authors/rainman/

inspired by another story I read about Britney where a guy bribed her
with some pictures that turned out to not be her anyway, but it was a good
story. If I remember who wrote it, I would give him some credit for the
idea, but I do not recall it. If you have any comments on the story, email
me at rainman69 I respond to all emails! =) Check out my
other stories located at:
/files/Authors/rainman/

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