Thread: Moon Base One (casket &xanaphia)

Hank had made his way to the bathroom after lunch, he was feeling surprisingly good and chalked it up to a good lunch and the fact that he believed he might actually have a shot at Issy. He walked into the white bathroom facility and pulled out his shaving kit which was like new, because of how seldom he'd used it. He pulled his clippers from the bag and and set to chopping down the scruff he'd accumulated over the past few months. When he was finished he looked into the mirror and felt a strange sensation welling up from his stomach, it was tight and tingly and almost anxious. As the feeling rose in his throat it escaped his mouth in the form of a strange small laugh, almost a giggle. Hearing the sound made him laugh harder and before he knew it he couldn't stop. Hank stood staring at his cleanly shaved face and broke out laughing like a mad man. He didn't know why he was laughing but he couldn't stop himself. It was then the idea occurred to him and he picked up the clippers and ran a stripe down the center of his head. His thick oily, unwashed hair fell into the sink basin. He kept going, shaving his head until he was as bald as a cue ball, laughing the whole time. Tears now rolling down his cheeks and his stomach starting to clench from the rolling laughter Hank reached down into his shaving bag and pulled out the straight razor. He began running the blade over the stubble that remained, cutting himself several times because of the convulsions the laughter was causing him. His eyebrows went next, and then he stripped his shirt off and started on his chest. Once the top half of his body was naked of hair he stripped off his pants and started work on the lower half . Legs, ass and the tuft of pubic hair all came off until Hank was completely hairless with the exception of his eyelashes. I'm a dildo.....HAHAHAHAHAHHA Hank said and folded in half with a torrent of laughter, by now his stomach was really starting to hurt due the excessive laughing and was actually starting to want to stop but couldn't manage it. It just kept bubbling up and erupting from his mouth like a geyser. He tried to straighten his posture but when he stood he knocked the metal implements in his shaving kit off of the sink and splaying across the floor. The shiny metal caught the bright white lights and reflected trails as they skidded across the floor. Suddenly the laughter stopped and Hank felt dizzy. He strode out into the hall way, buck naked and completely hairless, clutching the wall in order not to fall over. He had to get to his quarters and lay down, something wasn't right. Hank inched his way down the hallway toward the living quarters holding the wall. Had the Gravatron malfunctioned? Had the space station come lose from the anchors on the moon and was now hurdling through space? It sure felt like that to Hank. It felt like it had taken and hour to get down the short hallway to where the personal quarters were located. His room was the last in the hall and as he came to the first door he found that the door was open. It was Val's quarters and the moaning sounds coming from inside sounded suspiciously like fucking sounds. Hank looked down and saw his freshly shaved dick was also rock hard and standing at attention. He felt like it was some sort of divining rod that was pulling him toward the open door. It was like his dick had a mind of it's own, and that mind was slowly starting to take over his body, forcing him to stand up from the wall and walk him into the room. He saw Issy straddling Val and rubbing her tits, which were now fully out of her jumpsuit. The big puffy pink nipples standing up through Issy's clenched fingers. Both the girls seemed to just look up at him in awe, as he held his cock in his hand and began to stroke it. Jim had finished lunch and although he'd issued a personal day, that was more for the crew than himself. He had log books to catch up and and was working diligently when Tom walked into the control room. How are you feeling Jim? Tom asked holding a clipboard in his arms and writing something. Fine Tom, how are you? Jim responded, pulling his head up from his work and rubbing the bridge of his nose trying to make his eyes pull back into focus. Actually my head is a little fuzzy....Maybe it's just the gravity but I'm finding it a little hard to concentrate. Yes possibly. Anything else? Tom asked in a clinical tone. Ha....I can't seem to stop itching, Maybe Val was right, we do need new uniforms.....Man can you believe how great her tits looked during lunch? I just wanted to reached over and bury my face in them. God I wanna fuck her sooo.....sooo Jim realized what he was saying and stopped himself. He couldn't believe he'd just said that out loud in front of Tom. S-sorry Tom...that was in appropriate....I honestly don't know why I just said that. He put in trying to save face. So would you say that the statement you just made was completely fabricated or that you might have latent feelings for Val and your inhibitions failed to stop you from verbalizing your actual feelings? Tom asked staring over the top of his horned rimmed glasses at the confused looking Captain. Wait what? Jim said rubbing his temples and trying hard to focus. It was then that PAL interrupted. Excuse me Captain but there is an incoming transmission. Would you like to take it now? Hold on Tom....I have some questions I'd like to ask you, don't go anywhere....PAL what transmission? The board is clear, I'm not seeing anything from earth. Jim asked the green glowing electronic eye that seemed to be strobe now. Not from Earth Captain. The transmission is emanating from 75 kilometers Northwest from our current location. PAL answered. Wait....what? On the Moon? What sort of transmission is it PAL? Jim asked his eyes wide in disbelief. It's appears to be a looped audio recording, restarting every 5 minutes. I've been registering it for approximately 15 minutes. Would you like me to play it sir? Pal asked. YES! Jim said alarmed and PAL played the minute and a half long message to Jim. It was crackled with static and broken but the most frustrating part was that it was in a foreign language. Is that Russian? Could it be a satellite transmission bouncing off the surface of the moon and we're just picking it up? Jim asked PAL and his head was swimming. The room felt like it's proportions seemed oddly large to him. So much so that Jim hadn't even noticed that Tom had ignored his orders to stay put and left the room anyway. Yessir, that is a possibility, but the contents of the message seem to make that less likely, would you like me to translate? PAL asked. Yes! Jim answered quickly but his voice sounded odd in his own ears. PAL played the transmission, breaking it in between lines and translating the message. This is Moon Base 2. , We've experienced a catastrophic failure in our atmosphere., SOS, We are currently using our spacesuits for survival., Time is running out, we need immediate EVAC, Anyone receiving this message?, We have less than 48 hours of usable air tanks left. Please someone hear this. What the fuck is Moon base 2? PAL do the Russian's have their own Moon base? Why the hell would the UN keep this from us? HOW the HELL did they keep this from us? Jim felt like he was going crazy. No sir, I have no information pertaining to any other bases on the moon, Russian or otherwise. PAL answered flatly. Well get NASA on the phone....We got to get to the bottom of this NOW. If it's a hoax then they are going to want to know, and if it's not than those Russians have less than two days to live. Jim said and felt sweat starting to roll down his forehead. What in God's name do you have the temperature set at PAL? It feels like an oven in here! Jim put in, and started to pull the top of his jumpsuit off. He rolled it down and tied it around his waist. The Temperature is currently 65 degrees Fahrenheit Captain. Unfortunately though we are experiencing heavy solar flare activity for the moment sir. Any communications to Earth aren't within our capabilities right now. PAL answered. What the fuck?! Well that's just great. Ok PAL it looks like we gotta cowboy up and go and have a look for ourselves. Send the coordinates to the rover and have it charged up and ready to roll in the next 20 minutes. I'm gonna go get Hank and Issy to come with me. What is their current location? Jim asked as he stood and started to pace nervously around the control room. Sir it is up to me to remind you that 75 kilometers is roughly the total distance the rover can travel before total battery failure. You wouldn't be able to make the return trip. PAL informed him. OK PAL Have the extra battery pack charged and loaded onto the rover as well. Jim stated, wiping the sweat from his brow and seeing that the t shirt he was wearing was now drenched in sweat. He pulled it up over his head and tossed it to the side. Now standing with his large muscular chest naked in the air and feeling a little better. The extra battery will take 3 hours to fully charge and it is quite large sir. Filling the passenger compartment won't leave any room for any passengers if there happens to actually be stranded Russians sir. PAL said. FINE load the wagon on the back, if they are all in space suits anyway we'll just hayride them back. GET ON IT PAL! Jim directed and stormed off out of the control center in a manic rush to find his crew.