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The Excelsior Chronicles Part 3: Finale
This part is my favorite, I hope you enjoy! Would love to hear your thoughts via comment or note.
Part 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37157004/
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37198605/
Commander Aldo Dreylin held his breath as he watched his very pregnant captain slowly lower himself into his chair on the bridge of the starship Excelsior. Captain Clark grunted quietly as his ample rear end reached the seat, and Aldo let himself exhale as Clark breathed out. Aldo twisted the long white hairs on his left wrist. He came from a very traditional family of draft horses and had always worn the hair at his wrists and ankles long. Aldo had gotten over the bad habit of fidgeting with his fetlocks when he was in Space Fleet Academy, but reverted to it in times of stress. And Captain Clark nearing his due date with twins was definitely a time of stress. Aldo watched the captain shift his huge bulk in what appeared to be a vain attempt to get comfortable.
“Report please, Commander,” Clark ordered. Aldo had served under the lion long enough to hear the note of exhaustion in his voice, though the captain hid it fairly well and Aldo suspected that to the crewmen on the bridge it was not obvious how much the captain was struggling.
Except we don’t have a crew of idiots, Aldo corrected himself, and every one of them can see how hard it is for him to get around. Even if they don’t know for certain that he’s exhausted and in pain, they can see that his belly is straining against a uniform shirt made for an elephant.
“All systems nominal, sir. We’ll be crossing into Earth’s solar system in about twenty minutes, and we’ll cut to half power and manual control as soon as we’re over the border. Lieutenant Walker has the first shift as pilot. The rest of the pilot schedule is on your terminal if you’d like to review it, sir.”
Clark nodded and tapped his terminal, scrolling through the schedule. Aldo silently cursed the Space Fleet regulation that mandated half-power flights through the solar system. He understood it was necessary given the high volume of traffic but those other ships were not carrying an incredibly stubborn pregnant captain who looked about ready to pop at any minute. If it were not both insubordination and against the law, Aldo would have Folded them directly to their dock on Earth. Instead it would take them a full week to crawl there, manually piloting every step of the way.
“You have O’Connor doing - mmf,” Clark cut himself off with a grimace and Aldo could clearly see something press out from the lion’s belly as one of the cubs moved in their very cramped quarters. The captain pressed his palms against his belly and took a deep breath before he could continue. “Sorry. O’Connor is doing the Jupiter passage?”
“Yes, sir. She’s never done it before, but I think she’s ready to try. I’ll co-pilot that stretch myself so that I can walk her through it.”
Clark shook his head. “Have Silba as ‘co’ for Jupiter. Her first posting was on an intrasystem transport, she’s flown the solar system more times than I can count. Take yourself off the piloting schedule, Commander. The likelihood of you having to take command is too high and I’d rather not have you reassigning the lieutenants on the fly.”
Aldo’s ears sank in embarrassment. Why hadn’t he thought of that? “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I’ll change it immediately.” The horse quickly took his seat and began working on the schedule.
A few minutes later from the corner of his eye, Aldo saw one of Clark’s hands grip his belly and the other clench the arm of his chair until his knuckles turned white. The horse swiveled an ear toward Clark and could hear his breathing become more rapid. “Sir?”
Clark did not respond but after a moment exhaled with a gasp.
“Sir?” Aldo asked again. “Are you alright?” They both looked up as the door to the bridge opened and Lt. Chris Walker entered, pausing to salute to them before taking his spot at the manual flight controls. The jackal started making his adjustments to the control module in preparation for crossing into the solar system.
“I am fine, Dreylin,” Clark said in an undertone, “warm-up contractions. Nothing to worry about.”
“Yes sir,” Aldo said noncommittally. He saw one of Chris’s ears twitch their direction and decided not to say anything else. After a few minutes, Aldo finished his schedule changes and distributed them. Chris read the message and immediately turned to the big horse.
“I get to fly the Kuiper Belt, sir?” Chris asked, long ears straight up and tail starting to wag.
“Yes, lieutenant,” Aldo responded, glad the young officer was so excited about a challenging assignment. “You’ve also got some additional co-pilot shifts.”
“Yes, sir! Thank you!” Chris’s tail was fully wagging. He glanced at the schedule again and his tail slowed down. “You’re not on here anymore, sir?”
“In case his duties unexpectedly increase, lieutenant,” Clark said, massaging the boulder of his belly.
“Uh, yes captain,” the jackal’s tail had stopped and he looked concerned. “You - uh - you ok, captain?”
Clark made an effort to sit a little straighter in his chair. “Aside from being very tired of that question, I am fine.”
Chris cringed a little at his hero’s displeasure. “Understood, sir.” Chris and Aldo shared a look, and Aldo was certain Chris was thinking, as he was, about the conversation they had had a few days before with the Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Orrick Lang, who was also Captain Clark’s husband.
Orrick had summoned them to the medical bay on the pretense of routine blood work, but when they arrived had pulled them into a private room.
“You two are closer to him than anyone else on this ship, and Dreylin, you control the scheduling,” Orrick had started without preamble. “The cubs are big and they’ve already dropped. I’m almost certain he’s going to go into labor before his due date. We cut our return to Earth way too close, and the odds are very good that he will start laboring before we can get off the ship. If I had my druthers he would have already given you command, Dreylin, and would go on bedrest in the next few days.”
“Then why hasn’t he?” Chris asked.
“Because I haven’t made him,” Orrick sighed, rubbing his hand across his broad orange and black forehead. “Because he has an overinflated sense of duty and it’s important to him to remain in command until he really physically can’t. And if I make him give it up now and he doesn’t go into labor until we’re back on Earth, he’ll resent me for it.”
“What do you want us to do?” Aldo asked quietly.
“I’ve gotten him to shorten his shifts, which is good, but any time he’s on the bridge, I want one of you there. I know that means more work for you -”
“We’re happy to do it,” Chris cut him off and Aldo nodded in agreement.
“Thank you,” Orrick said. “If anything at anytime seems off, I want you to send for me. If he seems like he’s in pain, or over tired, or not concentrating normally, anything. You don’t have to tell him you’re doing it. Just message me, and I’ll come up with a pretext for visiting the bridge.”
“But if he does go into labor early…” Aldo trailed off, starting to twist the hair on his wrist.
“I can try to delay it with meds and bedrest, but if that doesn’t work I’ll have to deliver the cubs here.”
“You - um - you can do that, right?” Chris asked.
Orrick shot him a look. “Yes, Walker. We have all the necessary equipment and I’ve done the procedure before. But I really don’t want it to come to that.
“Why?” Aldo asked.
“Because that’s not how either of us wants it to happen and …” Orrick hesitated, looking between the two of them. “And I know I can do the surgery but it’s different when it’s my husband and my children. It makes me nervous. I’ve done surgery simulations where I’ve made the ‘patient’ have Clark’s face and I’ve gotten through them but it’s awful.”
“Could Reyna do it?” Aldo asked, referring to the other doctor on Orrick’s staff.
Orrick shook his head. “She’s never done a male delivery before. She’s trained on them but it would be unconscionable to make her first be my husband and the ship’s captain.”
“One minute to the solar system border,” Chris announced to the bridge.
“Acknowledged,” Aldo replied, eyes on his monitor. “Preparing to give you manual control, lieutenant.” The bridge was silent as all eyes watched the border approach on their individual screens.
“Border crossing in … five, four, three, two, one,” Chris called out.
Aldo executed a command on his terminal. “Manual control engaged. She’s yours, Walker.”
“Cutting to half power,” Chris grinned as he wrapped his fingers around the controls. “Hello you gorgeous minx, you are smooth as melted butter and twice as hot. God I love flying this ship.”
“Walker,” Clark said, “please refrain from sexually harassing my ship.”
“Aye, sir. Just paying her the compliments she so richly deserves.”
After a few minutes’ flight, Aldo turned to Clark and the question he was going to ask died on his lips. The captain was deathly pale and wore a haggard expression. He leaned forward in his seat, clutching his belly with both hands. His lips were pulled back in a silent snarl, revealing clenched teeth. This was clearly worse than the “warm up contractions” Clark had been having. “Captain!”
At Aldo’s shout Chris whipped around, his mouth gaping as he saw Clark’s state. “Take over!” he barked at the ensign who was co-piloting as he leapt out of his seat.
Aldo tapped his intercom. “Dreylin to Dr. Lang, you’re needed on the bridge immediately.”
Clark hissed. “I’m fine. You - urngh - you didn’t need to call him.”
“Respectfully sir, bullshit,” Chris replied.
“I just - I just need to lie down,” Clark panted. “Dreylin, help me up, I’m going to my quarters. Walker, go back to your post and fly the damn ship.”
“Ensign Jones is more than capable, sir,” Chris said.
“Sir, should you be moving before the doctor gets here?” Aldo asked.
“The doctor can meet me on the way to my quarters. If you’re so concerned, Walker can escort me to my quarters since you’ll have the bridge. Now help me up.” When neither officer moved, Clark rolled his eyes. “You are both being ridiculous. I am pregnant, not deathly ill. I just need to go lie down.”
Aldo grimaced, his ears pointing backwards, but he offered Clark his hand, then grabbed the lion’s upper arm and hauled him to his feet. The big horse held on to his captain as Clark’s breath came in gasps and his eyes appeared unfocused.
A moment later the door opened and Orrick sprinted onto the bridge. “Clark!”
“Good,” Clark gasped, “you can take me back to our quarters so I can lie down, and Dreylin and Walker can get back to work.”
Orrick quickly used a hand-scanner to check Clark’s vitals. “Your blood pressure is way too high, as is your temperature. You’re not going anywhere. Sit down. Dreylin, clear the bridge of non-essential personnel, please.”
“No, Orrick, please I just want to lie down,” Clark protested as Aldo ordered non-essential personnel to alternate posts.
“And you will once I get you stabilized. If you tried to walk to quarters right now, I can promise you that you would not make it.”
“Or, it’s not that bad, I-“
Orrick pinched the bridge of his wide nose. “Captain Rowlifson Clark, per Article Six of the Interfleet Operating Agreement I am exercising my authority to relieve you of command on medical grounds-“
“What?!” Clark cried, “You’re sixing me?!”
“Yes, goddamnit!” Orrick snarled, showing his teeth slightly. “Otherwise your pride and machismo are apparently going to force me to deliver our children on this ship!”
Clark’s ears swung back as if he had been struck and he looked away. Orrick turned to Aldo. “Commander Dreylin, as the highest ranking Space Fleet officer present will you accept command of the Excelsior?”
“Yes, doctor.” Aldo was unable to look at Clark as he said it.
“Thank you. Captain Clark, you are relieved of duty until I or another Medical Fleet Officer clears you.” Orrick looked Clark directly in the eyes and growled, “Now sit the fuck down.”
Captain Clark spent the rest of the journey to Earth on bedrest. Grumpy, uncomfortable, medicated bedrest. When the Excelsior docked on Earth, Clark and Orrick were rushed to a hospital where the delivery surgery was performed by an expert and two large and very healthy cubs were born to the happy fathers.
The Excelsior Chronicles Part 3: Finale
This part is my favorite, I hope you enjoy! Would love to hear your thoughts via comment or note.
Part 1: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37157004/
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37198605/
Commander Aldo Dreylin held his breath as he watched his very pregnant captain slowly lower himself into his chair on the bridge of the starship Excelsior. Captain Clark grunted quietly as his ample rear end reached the seat, and Aldo let himself exhale as Clark breathed out. Aldo twisted the long white hairs on his left wrist. He came from a very traditional family of draft horses and had always worn the hair at his wrists and ankles long. Aldo had gotten over the bad habit of fidgeting with his fetlocks when he was in Space Fleet Academy, but reverted to it in times of stress. And Captain Clark nearing his due date with twins was definitely a time of stress. Aldo watched the captain shift his huge bulk in what appeared to be a vain attempt to get comfortable.
“Report please, Commander,” Clark ordered. Aldo had served under the lion long enough to hear the note of exhaustion in his voice, though the captain hid it fairly well and Aldo suspected that to the crewmen on the bridge it was not obvious how much the captain was struggling.
Except we don’t have a crew of idiots, Aldo corrected himself, and every one of them can see how hard it is for him to get around. Even if they don’t know for certain that he’s exhausted and in pain, they can see that his belly is straining against a uniform shirt made for an elephant.
“All systems nominal, sir. We’ll be crossing into Earth’s solar system in about twenty minutes, and we’ll cut to half power and manual control as soon as we’re over the border. Lieutenant Walker has the first shift as pilot. The rest of the pilot schedule is on your terminal if you’d like to review it, sir.”
Clark nodded and tapped his terminal, scrolling through the schedule. Aldo silently cursed the Space Fleet regulation that mandated half-power flights through the solar system. He understood it was necessary given the high volume of traffic but those other ships were not carrying an incredibly stubborn pregnant captain who looked about ready to pop at any minute. If it were not both insubordination and against the law, Aldo would have Folded them directly to their dock on Earth. Instead it would take them a full week to crawl there, manually piloting every step of the way.
“You have O’Connor doing - mmf,” Clark cut himself off with a grimace and Aldo could clearly see something press out from the lion’s belly as one of the cubs moved in their very cramped quarters. The captain pressed his palms against his belly and took a deep breath before he could continue. “Sorry. O’Connor is doing the Jupiter passage?”
“Yes, sir. She’s never done it before, but I think she’s ready to try. I’ll co-pilot that stretch myself so that I can walk her through it.”
Clark shook his head. “Have Silba as ‘co’ for Jupiter. Her first posting was on an intrasystem transport, she’s flown the solar system more times than I can count. Take yourself off the piloting schedule, Commander. The likelihood of you having to take command is too high and I’d rather not have you reassigning the lieutenants on the fly.”
Aldo’s ears sank in embarrassment. Why hadn’t he thought of that? “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I’ll change it immediately.” The horse quickly took his seat and began working on the schedule.
A few minutes later from the corner of his eye, Aldo saw one of Clark’s hands grip his belly and the other clench the arm of his chair until his knuckles turned white. The horse swiveled an ear toward Clark and could hear his breathing become more rapid. “Sir?”
Clark did not respond but after a moment exhaled with a gasp.
“Sir?” Aldo asked again. “Are you alright?” They both looked up as the door to the bridge opened and Lt. Chris Walker entered, pausing to salute to them before taking his spot at the manual flight controls. The jackal started making his adjustments to the control module in preparation for crossing into the solar system.
“I am fine, Dreylin,” Clark said in an undertone, “warm-up contractions. Nothing to worry about.”
“Yes sir,” Aldo said noncommittally. He saw one of Chris’s ears twitch their direction and decided not to say anything else. After a few minutes, Aldo finished his schedule changes and distributed them. Chris read the message and immediately turned to the big horse.
“I get to fly the Kuiper Belt, sir?” Chris asked, long ears straight up and tail starting to wag.
“Yes, lieutenant,” Aldo responded, glad the young officer was so excited about a challenging assignment. “You’ve also got some additional co-pilot shifts.”
“Yes, sir! Thank you!” Chris’s tail was fully wagging. He glanced at the schedule again and his tail slowed down. “You’re not on here anymore, sir?”
“In case his duties unexpectedly increase, lieutenant,” Clark said, massaging the boulder of his belly.
“Uh, yes captain,” the jackal’s tail had stopped and he looked concerned. “You - uh - you ok, captain?”
Clark made an effort to sit a little straighter in his chair. “Aside from being very tired of that question, I am fine.”
Chris cringed a little at his hero’s displeasure. “Understood, sir.” Chris and Aldo shared a look, and Aldo was certain Chris was thinking, as he was, about the conversation they had had a few days before with the Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Orrick Lang, who was also Captain Clark’s husband.
Orrick had summoned them to the medical bay on the pretense of routine blood work, but when they arrived had pulled them into a private room.
“You two are closer to him than anyone else on this ship, and Dreylin, you control the scheduling,” Orrick had started without preamble. “The cubs are big and they’ve already dropped. I’m almost certain he’s going to go into labor before his due date. We cut our return to Earth way too close, and the odds are very good that he will start laboring before we can get off the ship. If I had my druthers he would have already given you command, Dreylin, and would go on bedrest in the next few days.”
“Then why hasn’t he?” Chris asked.
“Because I haven’t made him,” Orrick sighed, rubbing his hand across his broad orange and black forehead. “Because he has an overinflated sense of duty and it’s important to him to remain in command until he really physically can’t. And if I make him give it up now and he doesn’t go into labor until we’re back on Earth, he’ll resent me for it.”
“What do you want us to do?” Aldo asked quietly.
“I’ve gotten him to shorten his shifts, which is good, but any time he’s on the bridge, I want one of you there. I know that means more work for you -”
“We’re happy to do it,” Chris cut him off and Aldo nodded in agreement.
“Thank you,” Orrick said. “If anything at anytime seems off, I want you to send for me. If he seems like he’s in pain, or over tired, or not concentrating normally, anything. You don’t have to tell him you’re doing it. Just message me, and I’ll come up with a pretext for visiting the bridge.”
“But if he does go into labor early…” Aldo trailed off, starting to twist the hair on his wrist.
“I can try to delay it with meds and bedrest, but if that doesn’t work I’ll have to deliver the cubs here.”
“You - um - you can do that, right?” Chris asked.
Orrick shot him a look. “Yes, Walker. We have all the necessary equipment and I’ve done the procedure before. But I really don’t want it to come to that.
“Why?” Aldo asked.
“Because that’s not how either of us wants it to happen and …” Orrick hesitated, looking between the two of them. “And I know I can do the surgery but it’s different when it’s my husband and my children. It makes me nervous. I’ve done surgery simulations where I’ve made the ‘patient’ have Clark’s face and I’ve gotten through them but it’s awful.”
“Could Reyna do it?” Aldo asked, referring to the other doctor on Orrick’s staff.
Orrick shook his head. “She’s never done a male delivery before. She’s trained on them but it would be unconscionable to make her first be my husband and the ship’s captain.”
“One minute to the solar system border,” Chris announced to the bridge.
“Acknowledged,” Aldo replied, eyes on his monitor. “Preparing to give you manual control, lieutenant.” The bridge was silent as all eyes watched the border approach on their individual screens.
“Border crossing in … five, four, three, two, one,” Chris called out.
Aldo executed a command on his terminal. “Manual control engaged. She’s yours, Walker.”
“Cutting to half power,” Chris grinned as he wrapped his fingers around the controls. “Hello you gorgeous minx, you are smooth as melted butter and twice as hot. God I love flying this ship.”
“Walker,” Clark said, “please refrain from sexually harassing my ship.”
“Aye, sir. Just paying her the compliments she so richly deserves.”
After a few minutes’ flight, Aldo turned to Clark and the question he was going to ask died on his lips. The captain was deathly pale and wore a haggard expression. He leaned forward in his seat, clutching his belly with both hands. His lips were pulled back in a silent snarl, revealing clenched teeth. This was clearly worse than the “warm up contractions” Clark had been having. “Captain!”
At Aldo’s shout Chris whipped around, his mouth gaping as he saw Clark’s state. “Take over!” he barked at the ensign who was co-piloting as he leapt out of his seat.
Aldo tapped his intercom. “Dreylin to Dr. Lang, you’re needed on the bridge immediately.”
Clark hissed. “I’m fine. You - urngh - you didn’t need to call him.”
“Respectfully sir, bullshit,” Chris replied.
“I just - I just need to lie down,” Clark panted. “Dreylin, help me up, I’m going to my quarters. Walker, go back to your post and fly the damn ship.”
“Ensign Jones is more than capable, sir,” Chris said.
“Sir, should you be moving before the doctor gets here?” Aldo asked.
“The doctor can meet me on the way to my quarters. If you’re so concerned, Walker can escort me to my quarters since you’ll have the bridge. Now help me up.” When neither officer moved, Clark rolled his eyes. “You are both being ridiculous. I am pregnant, not deathly ill. I just need to go lie down.”
Aldo grimaced, his ears pointing backwards, but he offered Clark his hand, then grabbed the lion’s upper arm and hauled him to his feet. The big horse held on to his captain as Clark’s breath came in gasps and his eyes appeared unfocused.
A moment later the door opened and Orrick sprinted onto the bridge. “Clark!”
“Good,” Clark gasped, “you can take me back to our quarters so I can lie down, and Dreylin and Walker can get back to work.”
Orrick quickly used a hand-scanner to check Clark’s vitals. “Your blood pressure is way too high, as is your temperature. You’re not going anywhere. Sit down. Dreylin, clear the bridge of non-essential personnel, please.”
“No, Orrick, please I just want to lie down,” Clark protested as Aldo ordered non-essential personnel to alternate posts.
“And you will once I get you stabilized. If you tried to walk to quarters right now, I can promise you that you would not make it.”
“Or, it’s not that bad, I-“
Orrick pinched the bridge of his wide nose. “Captain Rowlifson Clark, per Article Six of the Interfleet Operating Agreement I am exercising my authority to relieve you of command on medical grounds-“
“What?!” Clark cried, “You’re sixing me?!”
“Yes, goddamnit!” Orrick snarled, showing his teeth slightly. “Otherwise your pride and machismo are apparently going to force me to deliver our children on this ship!”
Clark’s ears swung back as if he had been struck and he looked away. Orrick turned to Aldo. “Commander Dreylin, as the highest ranking Space Fleet officer present will you accept command of the Excelsior?”
“Yes, doctor.” Aldo was unable to look at Clark as he said it.
“Thank you. Captain Clark, you are relieved of duty until I or another Medical Fleet Officer clears you.” Orrick looked Clark directly in the eyes and growled, “Now sit the fuck down.”
Captain Clark spent the rest of the journey to Earth on bedrest. Grumpy, uncomfortable, medicated bedrest. When the Excelsior docked on Earth, Clark and Orrick were rushed to a hospital where the delivery surgery was performed by an expert and two large and very healthy cubs were born to the happy fathers.
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