?Oh man. I am really lost By Raven Fox. : A routine trip in space sends two astronauts to another galaxy. They have to adapt, because the place they're at, are at medieval times. The planet they crash on is populated by anthropomorphic beings. Year 2015 At a John F. Kennedy space center. Jack is looking at the space plane perched on the modified Boeing 777 aircraft. Next to him is his copilot George, he's 25 year's old blonde hair, blue eyes. He stands 5 ft 11in with a muscular build, the perfect poster boy for NASA. Jack is 38 brown hair that's graying. He stands at 5 ft five in with a skinny build, and he looks like an old school biker. When out in the town, Jacks wears faded blue jeans and black T-shirt with a leather jacket. George dresses like a jock, to show off his body. Jack knows that this is his last mission. He's retiring from the military in two years. He's gotten orders to a desk job at the Pentagon. Jacks laid back look at life only gotten up only to the rank of Colonel. The higher ups in the Air Force didn't want a biker look a like being a General. George just kept staring at the craft that looks like the old space shuttle that was retired five years ago. The difference between the two craft is that it takes two weeks to get the smaller craft ready for the next mission instead of months. NASA right now has three of the craft, with four more on order. They also have three 777 aircraft, with a fourth one in the process of getting modified. To save time and money NASA bought the aircraft from an airline that was in the process of shutting down. Jack shook his head while George is admiring the space craft. The craft, Jack knew is nothing like the old shuttle. This bird is a lot better, it might be smaller than the shuttle, the launch is a lot more fun. Jack can't help but look at the delta winged craft with two main engines and four smaller OMS engines. The craft can haul cargo, the amount of a one-ton truck or eight personnel. This mission is a moon shot, so the craft has extra fuel and support equipment for the fifteen-day mission. The mission is like the old Apollo 8 mission back in 1968. "Well at least I am going to the moon on my last mission, suck that I am not going to walk on it. Oh well, at least were going back to the moon. I got my camera stash in the craft with a 6-gig memory stick." George looked over to Jack. "So, what do you think of this mission?" Jack grinned. "Looking forward to it. I always wanted to do a lunar mission. It's a dream I always had since I was a boy." George shook his head. "We are not walking on it. We're just going to spend eight to nine days doing laps around it. The lander isn't going to be ready until two more years, by then you'll have long hair with a beard roaming the highways on a Harley Davidson." Jack laughed at George's remark. "I know that I won't be walking on it. But you will some day. Just keep up the clean image and you'll be walking on the moon in two years. I know that were just doing orbits around it. The equipment we have now is a lot more better than they had back in 1968. We're going to take hundreds of photos for landing sights and an area for a future base. This is the only way we can send a manned mission to Mars in the future." George chuckled to himself. It is the first time he heard Jack said a serious speech. He knew that Jack flew the old shuttles on the last missions to finish the space station. Discovery is at the Smithsonian at Washington, D.C. Atlantis is on the U. S. Midway carrier museum at San Francisco Ca. Endeavor which was retired in late 2008 to supply parts to the other orbiters is decorating the entrance to Edwards' Air Force base. This is George's first mission on the space craft. George knows Jack already flew this craft a few times while it was being tested. The next day the two astronauts are walking to the 777 aircraft. George noticed a large crowd watching them board the plane. There were at least two hundred bikers in the crowd. "Must be friends of Jack." George thought to himself. He knew that Jack is popular with the bikers. The two astronauts boarded the plane, Jack waved to the bikers, they yelled and gave him the thumbs up. After the 777 aircraft got to twenty thousand feet. George and Jack suited up, they checked each others suit and climbed the access tube to the space craft through the belly of the craft. Jack started the pre launch check list. George did his part like in the simulator. After the checklist is completed, Jack radioed to start the count down. George watched as the altimeter increased in height and the count down clock approached zero. He looked over to Jack in his space suit. Jack turned to him. "Now comes the fun part." The 777 climb to an altitude of forty two-thousand feet. Jack radioed. "Houston, this is Endeavor. Ready for separation and launch." The radio replied. "Endeavor, this is Houston, You're go for separation and launch." Jack watched as the clock counted down to zero. He felt the craft dived, heard the release mechanism release the space craft. Jack pulled on the control stick and slightly to the left. Jack watched as the count down clock hit zero, then he felt his body get pressed against his seat. "Yee haw!" Jack yelled as the craft shot up into the sky. George looked out his window, he watched as the sky turned from a blue to the blackness of space. "Endeavor, this is Houston stand by for MECO." George heard the engines shut off. During the time in orbit for a few hours, the astronauts made the preparations for burn that will free them from the earths gravity. Jack made some inputs to the on board computer. One hour later George felt the engine fire for 30 seconds and cut off. "Endeavor, this is Houston. You're on your way to the moon. Have a safe trip." The two astronauts removed their suits, George watched as Jack put on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. He wondered how Jack got that outfit on the craft. George sighed and shook his head. The moon got bigger through the cockpit windows of the space craft. Due to the way the craft is configured, they can't see the earth. Jack explained to George that once they get to lunar orbit they can see the earth. The astronauts did live TV shows, during the shows Jack had on his NASA uniform. The day came for getting the Endeavor to lunar orbit. Jack once again put inputs to the crafts on board computer. On the dark side of the moon, the craft turned 180 degrees. The engines fired for 15 seconds. Later on it was confirmed that Endeavor is at an orbit of sixty miles above the surface of the moon. Jack and George looked at the gray surface of the moon. George later on looked at the earth in the distance. Jack took out his contraband camera and snapped a few pictures. The two guys spent the next seven days mapping the surface of the moon. Jack got pictures of the landing sites from the Apollo landings. They sent a data dump to Houston. Unknown to the crew their craft got a command to fire the main engines too soon. Jack heard the engines fire up. "Shit, were going to end up at Mars if I don't shut these engines off." Jack examined the read out on the computer. "George, radio Houston. The craft was given a command to fire the main engines from the ground." Jack watched as George radioed Houston. He looked at the computer, and he started pulling circuit breakers on the computer. Jack heard the engines stop firing. "All right, I'll turn this craft around, then aim it to the earth. We now have five minutes of fuel left. Just barely enough to get us home." He looked over to George, he had a scared look on his face. "Relax bud, we're going to be OK. Some idiot fired the main engines from the ground. I am going to turn us around and get us home." George looked at his commander. "Were in a crisis and he's calm as can be. Those idiots in the chain of command should make this guy a general, not throw him in the pasture. Just because he has a laid back attitude." He thought to himself. "Jack, Houston says we got three minutes to turn this craft around or we won't make it back to earth. They are starting an investigation to find out who fired the engines." George said to Jack. Jack looked at George. " No problem, I am re booting the computer, it will take a minute, one more minute to enter the data. That's gives us a minute safety margin. We'll be OK, what the hell?" Endeavor lurches and now is in a light blue, dark blue tunnel, moving at impossible speeds. " Oh boy, I think were in a worm-hole. Just like in the show Far scape." Jack looked out the windows and watched the light show of the worm-hole. He grinned. "Well looks like I am not going to get that desk job. I hope there is a livable place on the other side. I hope the women look hot." Jack laughed to himself, thinking right now, he is going on one hell of a ride through the galaxy. At the control room at Houston, Joseph heard one the controllers said. "We lost them, and we're not getting any readings." He turned to the controller. "Try raising them." Joseph heard the controller try contacting the craft. He heard the sound of somebody punching someone really hard. "What's going on here?! I don't tolerate fights in my control room!" Joseph saw a large guy looking down at a known trouble maker. The large guy looked up at Joseph. "He fired the engines. He did it to get rid of Jack, saying now we no longer has to worry about that rebel." Joseph looked at the unconscious guy. He looked at the large controller. "Have that piece of shit arrested for two counts of murder. This incident is going to set us back two years, at least we know it was deliberate, not hardware failure." Joseph watches as the unconscious guy is arrested. "Secure that terminal for the investigators." Endeavor exited the worm-hole. Jack saw an earth like planet. He made a few control inputs to look at the surrounding space. "Jack, try getting us back through that worm-hole." Said George. Jack shook his head. He saw that the computer is ready for input. He maneuvered the craft to have the on board cameras to take a bunch of photos around Endeavor. "All right bud, but I am inputting the data now. I had the cameras take a bunch of photos of that large planet, so this side trip will have a positive outlook." Jack entered the data. "Dam, the computer isn't accepting my inputs. I'll have to re boot it again." He shut off the computer, restarted it. Jack waited for the computer to boot up. He tried to enter the data again. "SHIT, who ever fired the engines uploaded a virus. The virus won't let me enter the data. I'll have to fly this thing manually." George watched as Jack shut off the computer. He felt the engines fire for two seconds and stops. George heard a long line of profanity come from Jack. "What happened Jack?" Jack looked at George. "Were screwed, while we were going through that worm-hole the computer dumped our fuel. We can only maneuver and that's it. I am going to aim us to that planet, use what little fuel we have to land us on it. Secure the cabin. This isn't going to be a pretty landing." Jack watched as George secure the cabin. He pointed the Endeavor to the large planet. Jack watched as the planet grew larger in the cockpit windows, he grinned. "I hope I can live on this place." Endeavor entered the planets' atmosphere. George watched as the cockpit windows grew red hot. A minute later it looked like the craft was flying through a fire storm. Minutes later the fire ceased. George saw blue skies and clouds. Jack instructed him to look for a place to land. Jack maneuvered Endeavor around to look for a field. George saw a bunch of houses and a town on the ground. He told Jack, Jack nodded. "Well whoever lives here, knows that we're going to land. I can't keep us up any longer, and this craft has the aerodynamic of a brick. I see a flat field, and I am putting us down. I can't lower the landing gear. It will cause us to break up on impact. I am going to put her on her belly, we got a better chance to land in one piece. Tighten up your harness we're going in." George watched as the field grew in size, he felt the craft flare. Instead of the gentle thump of the landing gear hitting a run way. George heard the sound of stressed metal tearing. Georges' world went black as he hit the instrument panel. Jack woke up. He unbuckled his harness. Jack looked over to George, he's still out. "I am not going to move him until he's awake." Jack got out of his seat and opened the rescue hatch. He inflated the crash slide. Jack heard George moaning, and he checked him. While George was awake, Jack found he's OK. George went unconscious again, but Jack carried him out of the wreck space craft. Jack looked at the remains of Endeavor. The craft made a thousand-foot long gouge in the field, with pieces of the heat shield scattered around the field. Endeavor is in one piece but the craft is bent. "Well I am stuck here. She'll never fly again, where in the hell am I?" He felt a sharp object poke him in the middle of his back. A female voice said. "You're a little way outside of the village of Du Shane. Put your hands up and start walking forward. Don't worry about your friend, well take care of him. You're a strange looking whatever you are, start walking." Jack started walking, and he manages to look back behind him. He saw a 6-ft eight in tall anthropomorphic female tiger looking at him, with blue eyes. She has the white, orange and black stripe pattern on her. Jack noticed she has red head hair and a muscular body wearing a one piece swim suit. Jack saw that her breast size is a 44 DD. He saw George being carried by a couple of anthro fox vixens. "If your wondering who I am, the name's Katie. The vixens are Tammy and Sue. What's your name alien?" Jack quietly snickered to himself. "My name is Jack. The guy who is unconscious is George. I am from another world, we had problems with our space craft and accidently crashed here. I am sorry I tore up that field. I was left with no choice. Our craft is design to fly in space and land on a very hard surface, and it doesn't glide well." Katie looked at Jack. "Apologies accepted, from the looks of your craft. I think you're stuck here. We don't have the ability fly. You're going to be spending the rest of your life here, so get use to it. You can put your hands down Jack, just don't make a run for it or I'll have to use this." She gestures to the cross bow she's holding. Jack walked forward toward the village. He looked at the buildings over while going down the main road. The buildings looked like medieval Europe. They're constructed with stone, with thatched roofs. Jack saw that the population of this village comprising anthropomorphic beings like Katie. He heard a reptilian hiss, as a cart is being pulled by two large lizards. Jack looked at them as they passed. They looked cross between an alligator and lizard, they stood at four feet tall at the shoulder and ten feet long form mouth to tip of tall. "Can you ride one of those like a horse?" Asked Jack looking as the cart rode off. Katie laughed. "Of course you can ride a Bantha. They're very quick. You must have a good grip or you'll fall off. What's a horse?" Jack answered. "A large mammal on my planet. We use them for the same things as you guys use those Bantha's." Katie looked at Jack. "If you people can build something like that craft, why do you still use mammals for stuff?" Jack shook his head. "There are groups of people on my home planet that don't like machinery. They think technology is evil, they also say Horses are more reliable than machinery." Katie laughed and guided Jack to a large stone structure. Jack noticed it looked like a jail house from the old west. Katie noticed his concerned look and said. "It's for your own good. You can leave this place, but If I where you don't try losing your escort. Jack, I don't want any trouble from you, you'll be staying here til the council decides were to put you at, and your future job. Everybody has a job here. You and George will be assigned a job here. Any questions?" Jack looked around then looked at Katie. "Not at the moment. Do me one favor, have someone keep an eye on the craft. If any stuff starts coming out of it don't touch it, it feels like if you stuck your hand in a fire. Just get me and I'll stop it, later on I like to return to the craft and make it safe." Katie smiled. "All right, I'll make the arrangements. There is a type of liquid that feels like fire?" Jack looked Katie in the eye. "Yes there is, it's a type of fuel that's used for turning the craft in space. I don't know how much is left in the tanks, but it doesn't harm the air. I am going to empty the tanks so it will be destroyed by the air. Then the craft will be safe for whatever you guys decide to do with it." Katie lead Jack inside the building. Jack and George are put in a cell. The door is left open. One of the vixens Tammy watched them. Later on George woke up, and he looked around. "Jack what's going on here?" Jack looked at his copilot. "This planet is inhabited by anthropomorphic beings." Jack points at Tammy. George had a momentary frighten look on his face. "Relax man, they don't know what to make of us. Were as strange looking to them, as they are to us. The craft is a total loss. Even if it didn't wreck, we couldn't have relaunched it any way. The level of technology on this planet, I put it at 1100 A. D. Europe." George stuck his head between his knees. "So what your saying is, were stuck here for the rest of our lives." Jack looked at George. "Yes, we are stuck here. Even if we managed to contact earth, there is nothing they can do for us. This place is eight centuries from launching rockets, by then we'll be turned into dust. So if I were you, pull yourself together and adjust to the current situation your in." George sat up, he looked at Jack. He remembered Jack's reputation as a rebel at NASA. One minute Jack will be bending some rules. The next minute he'll be talking like a dedicated leader, giving advice to younger officers. "Jack, I don't care what the chain of command thought of you, you should have been a General. You'll would of made a better one than some of the idiots in the chain of command. I wonder what these anthro's are going to do to us?" George thought to himself looking at his surroundings. The vixen Tammy listened to the conversation between the two aliens. She looked at the one with brown hair called Jack, from the actions of the other one. Tammy figured out Jack is a leader. She looked at the other one with blonde hair, she noticed that he is young. Tammy directed her gaze to Jack. "Well Jack, I think I like you better. I always had this thing with males who are leaders. I got some pull in the council, I think I'll have you live with me." Tammy thought to herself. Two days passed. Jack was escorted to the craft to make it safe. Some liquid did start to come out. Nobody was hurt, it only took five minutes to empty the tanks. Jack did manage to send a data burst from the craft before the villagers started to dismantle it. Jack walked in the cell and looked at George. "I managed to send a data burst. I don't know how long it will take to go to earth." George smiled and shook his head. Katie walked in, she looked at the two humans. "Well here is what is going to happen to you two. George you'll be living with me at the farm I operate. Jack you'll be living with Tammy breaking Bantha's." Jack smiled at himself. "Now that will be fun. I use to break wild horses before I went in the Air Force." He thought to himself. George looked at the tall female tiger. "Oh boy, Well like Jack said, I better adjust." He thought to himself as he is lead away by Katie. Jack sat alone in the opened cell. He heard some foot steps. Jack watch as Tammy walked in. He looked at the vixen that stood two inches shorter than he. She has long black head hair stopping at her shoulders. Green eyes, lean compact body. A breast size of 35 C cup. Tammy right now is wearing a white shirt with a blue colored vest, with a green skirt stopping at mid- calf. "Come Jack, let's go home. Tomorrow we'll start work." Jack followed the vixen to his new life. Two years later Jack is riding a Bantha down a trail to town. Right now Jack has long hair with a beard to match. Tammy likes the current look on him. She says he looks a lot better than when she first saw him. "Well it isn't a Harley Davidson, but this guy will do." As he rides down the trail to town to visit George. At Houston control room. A controller is getting the equipment ready for the next day's launch of the craft Armstrong. Since the incident two years ago controllers can't remote control the craft unless the control supervisor turns a key on a console. The back ground checks are more strict now. The controller hears something. "This is the craft Endeavor. We're alive on another planet. The craft is wrecked beyond repair. The planet were on, is inhabited by anthropomorphic beings. We're being treated fairly. We went through a worm-hole that's located pass the moon. The civilization that's living on this planet doesn't have the ability to repair the craft and relaunch it. The technology level of this place is pre industrial. This is colonel Jack signing off." The message repeated itself, and the controller recorded it. He then got a supervisor to listen to the recording. Then the computers received a data down load which included pictures of an earth like planet. At a biker bar located on the highways of Texas. Some groups of them are giving a toast marking the two-year anniversary of the disappearance of a brother of theirs. "To Jack, who is right now riding the highways in the afterlife." They look at a picture of Jack hanging on the wall. Jack gave the bar the picture a few years ago as a gift. The picture has Jack in a pressure suit holding the helmet with the American flag behind him. The group of bikers went back to swap stories and planning rides on the highways. Sorry for the lack of a sex scene. I thought I try something different. Raven Fox.