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Chapter 5

I've decided to give the other characters in the story a bit more depth here in this chapter to spice things up a bit. Let me know how I do.... Oh and by the way, Chain is pronounced Shane for those who were wondering.

"And just why is it that there's music blaring over the com every time I try to talk to him?" The captain was standing on the observation deck next to Grant and Chain, the three watching a magnified image of Derek's ship as it darted through the moon belt.

"Because he installed a radio so he could listen to it while flying." Grant offered, a sheepish grin on his muzzle. "He said it would help him concentrate..." He finished when the captain gave him a glare.

Meanwhile, Derek had his own grin, one of sheer enjoyment. After so long out of the cockpit, he needed to feel confidant, lest he get over cautious and make a mistake. The speakers in the small craft shook with the base of his music, the four way mid-ranges and tweeters screaming out one of his favorite songs.

"So how do I talk to him?" The captain asked, this time turning to Chain for the answer. The panda gave a grin, holding up a small remote type device with a small bottom in the center. He pressed it a few times, then motioned for the captain to try his com again.

As soon has the human had hooked his com over his ear, Derek's voice was present. The music had been turned down, but was still present, much to the captain's annoyance.

"Go for com."

The captain shot Chain a glair, his frustration growing.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing out there?" The captain asked, referring to Derek's incredibly aggressive maneuvering through the belt.

"Testing the mods I made to my ship..." Came Derek's short reply as the three back aboard the Leviathan watched him dart between a particularly close set of asteroids.

"And just what mods did you make?" The captain asked with a slight growl.

"Come on Cap..." Derek chuckled back. Stopping his conversation long enough to flip his ship into a roll to avoid one rock, then using the nose thrusters to buck the front of his ship up so he could avoid another. "You really didn't expect me to be sitting around with Hos working on my ship and not make improvements, did you?"

The captain rolled his eyes, thinking back to the many times that he had yelled at the two of them after finding the pair asleep in the hanger after pulling all night work sessions on the small fighter. He was about to start in on Derek again, but had to pull the com off his ear as the music from Derek's ship became intolerably loud again. He sighed deeply as he turned back to the screen and watched Derek's insane maneuvering, wondering just what all the two had done to Derek's ship.

Chain and Grant watched as well, sharing looks of amusement at Derek's renewed confidence.

The captain watched for a few moments longer, then turned and walked out of the observation deck. "Use that bottom again and tell Derek that he can come back in." The captain ordered as he walked out. "Tell him he can fly again."

Grant and Chain grinned with satisfaction, sharing a high five at their victory. Chain did as ordered, sharing the good news with the Liger before he and Grant made their way down to the hangar deck to congratulate him.

The captain on the other hand headed for his quarters, needing some relaxation after a day of commanding ship operations, then watching Derek's test flight at the end of his shift. He gave a deep sigh as he walked into his quarters, stripping off his officer's jacket as he entered and closed the door.

He walked over to his desk and flipped on his computer monitor to check for messages on his way over to his bed. As soon as the screen finally finished loading, a small letter flashed in the middle, telling him that he had mail. He walked over and plopped down in his seat before using the cursor to open the file.

"Hi hunny... It's been a while since you've written and I was just wondering how you were doing." Captain Murishi smiled a bit, his wife's face filling the screen in her video message. "The kids are doing great in school and little Toby is actually getting his first tooth." Just as the captain's wife finished talking, two children ran behind her in the screen. She turned back as soon as she notice them and hollered. "Jimmy! Jason! Come say hi to your father." Moments later two smaller faces popped up in the vid window, both beaming with smiles.

"HI DAD!" The first one nearly screamed, his eyes alive with excitement.

"When are you coming home again?" The second one asked, his voice carrying a bit of a whine.

"Yeah..." The first one agreed. "We miss you daddy!"

The captains wife leaned down into the video screen again, hugging the two children together against her. "Yeah daddy..." She repeated in a slightly amorous tone. "When are you coming home next. We all miss you here."

The captain couldn't help but give a gentle smile, his family's faces reminding him why he was out on his ship making sure to protect them and many other families like them.

His wife shooed the children off again before sitting back down in her chair and giving a soft sigh.

"By the way, you haven't mentioned Derek in a while..." She joked. "Is he still being the little terror of the ship?" The captain gave a snort of amusement at her joke, having told her quite a bit about him. "He must have calmed down a bit. In your last message it looked like your head wasn't about to pop off for once."

"Anyway, give us a call next chance you get. We'd all like to hear from you. We love you." With that, the screen went back to it's usual interface, a small box with a message asking if he wanted to save the vid mail the only thing visible. He clicked yes, then brought up the video phone program, quickly dialing his home to talk with his family after far too long.

"So, how'd she handle?" Hos asked as Derek hopped out of his cockpit and quickly popped off his helmet.

"Great. The new thruster design and the improved thrust vectoring were almost too responsive..." Derek answered as he ran his claws through his hair to untangle it once again. "I think we really have something here." Hos nodded in agreement, climbing up the side of the fighter to hook his paw held computer into the ship's flight recorder.

"I got a bit of a recap from Chain and Grant when they got down here..." Hos mentioned as he slowly went over the data the ship had aquired, noting certan passages that he wanted to review later in further detail. "They said something about you almost tearing the ship apart with the way you were turning."

Derek nodded in agreement, leaning against his flight locker. "Yeah, she did seem to shudder a bit, but I think that the reinforcement we did to the super structure can handle it..." It wasn't until he finished talking that Derek realised that Hos had mentioned the two bruin.

It was at that time that Chain decided to jump out at Derek from behind one of Hos' work benches, grabbing Derek up in his arms and spinning with the Liger swiftly.

"Great job out there babe!" Chain chuckled before finally setting Derek back down on his own foot paws.

"I think some congradulations are in order..." Grant agreed, walking out from his own hiding place. Derek couldn't help but laugh in excitement as he looked between the two, hugging himself to Chain's chest.

"How 'bout it Hos?" Grant asked, looking up to the rabbit who was still perched on the edge of the fighter cockpit. "Care to join us?"

Hos shook his head a bit, never looking up at the three. "That's alright... I got a lot of stuff I want to check over and I need to get started." He explained before finally dissconecting his computer and hopping down off the ship. "The captain would kill me if I pulled another all nighter."

"Suit yourself..." Chain chuckled before scooping Derek up in his arms with a slight yelp from the smaller feline before leading Grant off to their festivities.

Hos gave a slight wave as he walked over to his tool cart, dropping his computer on it before picking up a ratchet.

"You never do take a break do you?"

Hos jumped a bit at the new voice, turning around to find one of his fellow mechanics standing behind him and looking up at the fighter that he and Derek had spent so much time on already.

"With that kid flying, I don't think I should..." Hos joked as he walked up and stood next to her. "He's good at bringing out all the little flaws in any ship."

The woman nodded, remebering the shape of Derek's first fighter. It had been one of the standard fighters that all of the other pilots flew, and didn't even last Derek's first mission before being reduced to a parts donor.

"So why is it that you're here working on it instead of him?" She asked as she slipped an arm around his waist, their even height making it easy for her to lean her head on his shoulder.

"Because the kid deserves to have some fun tonight after all the stuff he's been through..." Hos answered, wrapping his own arm around the woman's waist. "Besides Jess... If I went off and celebrated who would be here for you to pester?"

Jess gave a mock gasp of hurt, leaning back from him and popping him on the shoulder. Hos chuckled a bit before dropping his ratchet and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer and nuzzling her a bit. They shared a grin before both closed what was left of the gap between them and kissed.

Hos couldn't help letting a paw slide up Jess' back and press her body against his, her own arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders. The two stumbled back behind the ship, neither wanting to break the connection their lips held. Hos couldn't help but back off though when he banged his head on the port wing of the fighter.

"You still need to watch out, even if you are as short as you are..." Jess giggled as Hos rubbed his wound.

"This coming from you?" Hos shot back with a mock glare before pulling her against himself again, her breasts pressing into his chest as he kissed down her neck.

"Hos... We can't in here." Jess warned as the rabbit's paws began to slip up and under the back of her shirt. He leaned back from her, his paws stopping just short of her bra.

"Spoil sport.." He grumbled before finally releasing her. Both shared a bit of a chuckle before Hos walked around to the front of the ship and picked up his ratchet.

"Oh they'll be plenty of time for sport when we get back to the bunk tonight..." Jess teased before walking back to her own work, shooting a seductive last look over her shoulder that had Hos forgetting all about Derek's fighter again.

"So, what should we do to celebrate?" Grant asked as he plopped down into a chair in the corner of Chain and Derek's quarters.

"I have an idea..." Chain chuckled as he picked Derek up again, the Liger wrapping his legs around the panda's waist as he giggled. Grant sighed and rolled his eyes, growing a bit uncomfortable as the two began to kiss.

"Something besides that..." Grant finally grumbled. Derek and Chain looked over to him, both with mischievous smirks.

"What did you have in mind then?" Derek finally asked, yelping as Chain practically dropped him.

"Drinks?" He offered.

"You know Derek's not old enough to drink..." Chain reminded the larger bear. Grant gave another sigh, getting up when Derek walked over to the bed and plopped down on it.

"You know, I think you two should celebrate your own way. It seems like you're more interested in that anyway." Chain and Derek gave their apologies and waved the bear off as he took his leave, heading for the ship's bar and a real celebration in his eyes.

He pulled the door shut just about the time Derek yelped, the panda pouncing him on the bed and beginning their little pre sex game. A short grunt later, and he was on his way.

It didn't take long for the bear to reach his most common haunt, dropping heavily onto a stool in front of the bar.

"What can I get you tonight?" The bar tender, a tall wolf, asked as he walked over. "The usual beer?"

Grant shook his head, slapping a paw on the bar top before answering.

"Tonight's a celebration..." The bear began. "So give me your finest whisky and your best bar maid." The two shared a deep laugh before the wolf pulled an old unlabeled bottle of whisky from under the counter along with a shot glass and set both in front of the bear.

"Bad night?" Grant glanced sideways at the person sitting next to him, a voluptuous badger.

"Actually, Shara I'm celebrating..." Grant answered before pouring himself a shot and downing it quickly.

"Oh?" Shara asked, looking at him with a smirk. "Then I think I should celebrate with you. After all, it's pretty sad to drink alone."

Grant couldn't help but chuckle when she held up her beer, offering a toast. He poured himself a second shot and knocked his glass into her bottle before downing the harsh liquid. "Then what were you doing?" He asked with a devilish grin.

Shara glared at him a moment, then gave a hardy laugh. "Busted..." She muttered before taking a pull from her beer.

"Well?" Grant asked again, waving the bartender over and getting a second glass for the whisky.

"I was hoping to get laid tonight." She finally sighed, taking the glass that was offered and downing it just as quickly as Grant had his own. The bear chuckled and offered another, the two toasting with wide grins.

"To sex!" Grant nearly shouted as their glasses clinked together.

"To sex!" Shara agreed, both downing their drinks before slamming their glasses back down on the bar.

"So, who'd you have in mind for the sack tonight?" Grant asked as he carefully poured them both another round.

"Well, nobody in here..." Shara answered, downing her shot before Grant could his own. Grant gave a knowing smirk, looking around the room at his fellow workers with a bit of destain.

"Yeah..." He finally agreed before downing his own shot finally. "It seems that the pilots get all the pretty ones." He finished. The pair shared a laugh before Shara looked over to him with a grin.

"So you wanna?" She asked. Motioning with her head when Grant gave her a questioning look.

"Now that's what I call celebrating..." Grant muttered with a nod before the two left the bar together.

The two made their way to Shara's quarters, both dodging glances from their fellow workers as they entered the room and closed the door. As Grant pulled the door shut, Shara began to strip off her work attire, flipping off her light grey tee shirt leaving just her bra to keep her decent.

Grant turned and stopped, grinning as he admired her curvaceous body.

"And to think I always thought of you as a lezbo..." He chuckled as he pulled off his own shirt, tossing it off to join Shara's.

"Oh I can assure you I'm definitely not into bush munching..." She shot back as she stalked over and took the bear in a kiss, her paws slowly coming up to cup his muzzle. Grant's own paws began to wander her body, stopping long enough to unhook her bra and push it away from her breasts.

Shara was the first to back off, using the space to pull her bra off the rest of the way and unlatch her pants. Grant did the same for his own, his arousal making his sheath bulge out as soon as he pulled down his zipper.

"And to think I was worried you'd be small..." Shara chuckled as she wiggled out of her pants, white panties appearing as she bent over slowly to tease her bruin bed mate.

Grant licked his lips as he watched, a paw groping his sheath and causing the tip of his cock to slip free. Shara watched him with a bit of a giggle, stepping out of her pants before standing back up and walking over to her bunk. She turned back to Grant enticing him over with a finger and a seductive look.

Grant needed no further offer as he shrugged his pants down and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her from the back and leaning down to kiss her. One of his paws began to caress her stomach as another cupped one of her breasts. Shara gasped a bit when he teased her nipple with his claw tips, his muzzle travailing down her neck to leave kisses and gentle bites.

The two finally separated long enough to climb onto the bed, Shara lying down on her back and Grant climbing on top of her. He took her in a deep kiss as his paws roamed her body again, this time one slipping into her panties.

Shara couldn't help but gasp and arch as Grant slipped a finger into her vagina, working the digit in and out as he licked and sucked down her neck until he reached her breast.

"Gods dam!" Shara moaned as Grant took her nipple into his muzzle, teasing the tip with gentle licks and nibbles. "If I knew you were gonna be this good I would have offered sooner."

Grant merely chuckled, adding a second finger to open her more as he moved to her other breast. Shara moaned and shivered as Grant's experienced paws worked her body over, making her body alive with want.

"Are you ever gonna stop teasing?" Shara finally moaned, grabbing at the paw in her panties as she gripped Grant by an ear and pulled him into another kiss.

"Maybe..." Grant growled, ripping her panties off in one swift swipe of his claws. "If you really want it that bad."

"I do!" Shara moaned back, her breath barely more then short pants.

Grant took her in another kiss as he crawled over her, positioning his now throbbing cock over her practically dripping snatch. Both moaned into each other's muzzles as he slowly sank into her body. Grant pushed himself up on his elbows to watch Shara's face as he slowly began to thrust into her. He rolled his hips to change the angle of his dick constantly, driving the badger wild with stimulation.

"H-harder..." She whimpered, her paws finding his shoulders and gripping them tightly as he began to thrust into her with more force. The two panted with exertion as they were taken by pleasure, neither having the concentration to talk.

It didn't take long before Shara felt her orgasm building, Grant's thick maleness making it almost impossible to ignore. Grant himself could feel the familiar tingling that meant he was fast approaching his grand finally.

"Oh gods Grant..." Shara moaned out as she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him into her as he thrust to give him more force. "P-please... Cum with me!" Grant grinned down to her, rolling his hips up at the end of his strokes to force himself deeper within her.

Both grunted with the pounding of their hips meeting, Grant's hips moving at an almost break neck pace in his effort to give Shara a long overdue pleasure. Their cries of orgasm rang out almost simultaneously, Grant thrusting into Shara's wetness as deep as he could before he finally let loose.

Shara couldn't help but dig her claws into his shoulders as her body shook. her juices flowing out to soak the sheets under them.

Grant held himself above and inside of her as long as he could, then collapsed onto the bed next to her in eggsostion. Shara gasped as he popped free of her vagina, more of her juices flowing out of her still open womanhood.

"You were right..." She panted as she looked over to him with eyes half lidded with sleep. "That is a better way to celebrate."

Grant gave a weak smile, pulling her into another kiss before the two snuggled together and finally drifted off to sleep.

"I should thank the guys for getting the captain to let me fly again..." Derek sighed as he and Chain lay in bed together. They were spooning under the covers, Chain's arms wrapped around Derek and holding him to the panda's chest.

"You don't have too..." Chain chucked, nuzzling Derek slightly. "We did it for us more then you."

"Oh?" Derek asked, looking back at the panda.

"Yeah..." Chain answered. "We got tired of you moping around all the time..." Chain had to hold Derek a bit tighter to keep the Liger from smacking him until he settled back down.

"I do owe you guys though..." Derek sighed with a yawn, snuggling back into Chain's body. The panda just gave Derek a squeeze for an answer, both of them slowly drifting off to sleep.