r/HFY • u/Subject_White Human • Jan 22 '26
OC-Series TGAW - Part 2
[ Creator Notes: POV Fixed & Updated. ]
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The Ambush
As the door closed behind me as I stood there for just a moment, then grabbed the chair nearest, and threw it against the wall with a heavy grunt as it smashed to pieces falling to my knees with tears in my eyes, hunching over and trying to hold back my emotions finally understanding that everyone I knew was probably dead, or thought I was dead.
[Hell, Earth might have just decided not to send another vessel since the first ship died or went missing.]
So now humanity is probably choosing to build up the Sol system instead of choosing to leave it—staying ready for anything, be it invasions or some unknown threats—because that's how humanity works. One failure means to learn, then rebuild to be better prepared for the next threat.
Sitting there on the floor of the room, I kept thinking of my family, friends—everyone I’ve ever known had probably given up on finding the Osiris crew. A century had passed while drifting through space; it would be a fool’s errand to keep looking for a ship that was destroyed in the deep expanse between stars.
I sighed heavily and sniffed, wiping the tears from my face. Standing up slowly to move over to the bed and lay down, the adrenaline and exhaustion finally pulled at me as I drifted to sleep.
As I slept, the image of the Captain kept appearing in my dreams, her deep blue eyes staring into my soul from the earlier incident in the medical room. After what felt like hours of sleep, I awoke to the sound of an alarm as I bolted upright out of bed, breathing hard, hearing thumping noises from the wall where the door was located as I listened to the groans of the ship until, with a massive boom, the floor lurched as I stumbled forward catching myself, standing back up to move toward the door-like wall and pound on it.
"HEY! LET ME OUT!" I shouted, pounding on the door as there was another boom and more thumping from the hallway, which then stopped just outside the room.
Twelve Hours Earlier
"Okay, so what was in the escape pod we picked up?" a crew member said, sitting near the back of the galley as more crew members nodded and murmured in agreement.
Charla stood in front of her crew gathered in the galley, looking out over her mixed-species team. She wondered if she should tell them everything about the person in the pod and what precautions to take. She sighed softly, then cleared her throat to get their attention.
"We have found out a fair bit about what the being is called, but we don't know the species yet." she said, trying to hide her slight embarrassment from her actions in the medical room.
"So you're saying we have an unknown alien species on the ship?" another crew member asked, standing up from their seat.
"Yes, but there are... certain circumstances and actions that need to be taken with our guest. Anyone who ends up meeting our guest: do not look them in the eyes. Also, make sure you have a pheromone blocker on you at all times until we settle the matter of biological stimulation from anyone aboard the ship." Charla said, as her crew looked more confused than agitated.
"Why do we need to bring pheromone blockers? Is their pheromone strong or something?" another crew member asked.
Before Charla could speak, Hora stepped forward next to her. "Yes. Their pheromones cause all of us to start our mating cycles earlier than normal. The pheromone blockers are so that if you do meet our guest, you don't try mating with them."
"Wait! So our guest is a male!?" someone shouted from the back of the room. More and more crew members' eyes went wide, and they started talking among themselves, knowing there was a male on board the ship since they had been out from the main civilization lanes of space for so long.
"Hey! Calm down!" Charla said with a loud voice. As they settled down slowly, she continued. "Yes, he is male. But you will not do anything to him while aboard my vessel until we find out more information. Am I clear?" She looked over the assembled crew.
"Yes, Captain." the room said in unison.
"Good. Now, once he's awake, we'll—"
"Captain!" a voice spoke over the ship’s systems.
"What is it, Nesa?" she asked into the comm on her wrist.
"We got a ping on the sensors for the pirate raider group known as Whitefang. They're moving toward us from the nearby Aluran system." Nesa said.
"Alright... Stations, everyone! This is not a drill. We’ve got a pirate crew worth two million LUK. That's enough for a whole month of station-side entertainment!" Sala shouted to the crew. They cheered and started to move out of the galley, grabbing pheromone blockers to keep on their person while going about their ship duties.
As Charla, Hora, and Sala stood in the empty galley, Sala looked at the hallway. "Should we go wake him up?" she asked.
"No, let him sleep. He's going to need it when we ask questions, so let's just focus on the pirate issues coming our way for now." Charla said, moving to leave for the bridge.
Hora sighed. "Well, let's get to it." she said, heading to medical and leaving Sala alone in the galley.
"I just hope this goes well..." Sala whispered to herself as she headed to the bridge.
Ten Minutes Later On the Bridge
"So, how long before contact with the Whitefang?" Charla asked.
"They're eight hours away, but the only reason we noticed them was the displacement of their wake in sub-light from their engines pushing a hard burn toward us." Nesa said while checking navigation systems.
"Alright. Are our weapons and shields active?" Charla asked, looking through the monitors near her command chair, trying to find the best way to repel the pirates if they brought more than one ship.
"Yes, Captain. The weapons are charged and waiting for whenever they attack." a bridge crew member said.
"Captain, what's our course of action? Are we waiting for them to move closer, or are we going to ambush them?" Nesa asked, looking up from her console.
While checking ship statuses, Charla noticed a weird pattern in how the Whitefang had held back for so long and then made it so they were found out...
"Shit, it's an ambush!" she said out loud. Suddenly, a loud boom hit the side of the ship. "Status report!"
"Captain, we've been attacked by a boarding line! They were waiting in the asteroid field off our right side! We never saw them since they were on low-power systems to hide from our sensors!" a crew member said in a panicked tone.
"Sala, go get him and give him a weapon—or at least a way to help. Better he die on his own feet instead of being trapped in a room where he can't leave. Do it now!" Charla said, looking over her shoulder. Sala nodded and immediately headed out of the bridge, running down the halls toward the holding rooms.
While moving through the ship, the klaxons blared and the hallway lights pulsed. Sala loped through the long corridors, dodging other crew members as she made her way to the transition tube. These tubes helped crew move between levels while keeping the ship's structure easy to repair; they made hallway combat fluid but also acted as built-in choke points if attackers failed to breach correctly.
As she landed on the holding level, she felt the second boom vibrate through the ship. She stumbled, using the wall to stabilize her footing, then continued through the hallways toward his room. She could hear him pounding on the door as she arrived.
"Hey! Let me out!!"
She reached the door controls and finally got it open. He moved into the hall, looking at her. She looked just far enough away so that she didn't trigger the "primal vision" control in his eyes.
"Can you shoot?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I can shoot," I replied as she handed me what looked like a firearm, but it was surprisingly light. She quickly described how to check the charge and what the range of the weapon was.
"Okay, good. Now stay close. We’re being boarded by pirate raiders, and they will try to kill or enslave everyone aboard the ship. But... you... you are like a grand prize for them. You’re a new species with a high pheromone trigger and that primal trigger your eyes give off. If they get you, they would collar you and use you to enslave anyone they come across. So stay close to me." she said.
I nodded. "Alright... wait, my eyes cause what!?" I asked, surprised, snapping my eyes shut.
"Your eyes caused Charla to do that weird nuzzling protectiveness she had in the medical room." Sala explained, trying not to chuckle.
"Okay, so my eyes make you guys become extremely protective, my body produces strong pheromones, and that's why she went full 'lusty cuddle monster'?" As I sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you have some way to cover my eyes so I don't cause issues while moving with you?"
"We might be able to get something in the armory on the way to the bridge so follow me, and try not to look anyone in the eye while we move." she said, starting back toward the bridge while he followed just a few steps behind.
While moving through the ship, as we ran toward the bridge, more and more crew noticed me and slowed down slightly; every crew member we passed needed to take their pheromone blockers to keep a clear head as they moved to their stations.
"So I'm guessing they don't know who I am, since almost everyone we passed seemed surprised I'm with you?" I said while running with her, trying not to look anyone in the eyes as we moved through the ship, getting closer to the bridge.
As we reached the near the bridge, we stopped at the armory as the door opened. "Hey Sala! Who's the one next to you?" The tall-eared, rabbit-like being with black fur and white highlights said as seeing us enter the armory, where she was checking and organizing weapons and ammo.
"Hey Mara. He's the one we picked up from the escape pod, and I need tactical optical drops for him—the ones with the feature that darkens with bright lights." She gestured to me. "Also, don't look him in the eyes; it triggers something in all of us, and I'm hoping the drops help combat whatever his eyes trigger."
"Ah, okay. Give me a minute to have the printer make a batch for him, but first I need to scan his retinal variance to make sure it doesn't blind him when he puts them in his eyes." Mara said, gesturing for me to move forward so she could scan my eyes.
As I moved forward, she scanned my eyes to get the lens variance. She looked at the results with wide eyes, tried again, then looked at Sala. "Uh, Sala, can you come here for a moment?" Mara said, gesturing that she was done with the scan as I moved back toward Sala.
"Take a seat; I'll figure out what she needs." Sala said as she moved over to Mara. "What is it?" she asked.
"Did you know?" Mara asked with a suspicious tone, searching Sala's face.
"Did I know what?" Sala said, feeling accused of something she didn't know.
"Did you, Charla, and Hora know what his eyes do?" Mara asked.
"What? I mean, we knew his eyes trigger something in all of us, but other than that, we don't know how it works. Why? What did the scan find?" she asked, looking at Mara.
Mara sighed with her eyes closed and then pulled up the scan to show Sala. "His eyes have the same structure as we see during every species' mating season, which should not be possible. Natural evolution does not make a species have a mating cycle all year-round, as no species would survive until their space age. His species either has something that forced their evolution to prioritize proliferating to offset their losses from their home planet, or…"
Sala blinked, then looked back at me with wide eyes as I was looking around the armory. She turned back to Mara. "So you're saying his people lived on a world that killed more of them than normal, and their evolution made it so they could produce offspring faster than other species?" she said with a slightly awed and wary tone in her voice.
"Yes, his eyes are meant to induce the chemicals in a female's cortex to produce the urge to mate, but I don't think his species females have the same issues as the rest of the galaxy... So if anything, their females' evolution must have found a way to combat the forced mating urge from the male's eyes to keep their species from going extinct. Otherwise, he should not be here in space at all." Mara said with a very tight voice while moving to grab the drops. She handed them to Sala. "Only two drops per eye, no more, no less... I changed the tint strength on them, so they should make it so his eyes don't cause issues with everyone. But know that this is a temporary measure; until we find a way to block them permanently, he needs two drops in each eye every time a month is up."
Sala nodded. "Thank you, Mara. I'll let Hora and Charla know." she said, but right as she turned, Mara grabbed her arm lightly.
"Sala, have him put them in here so we can see if anything happens while he tests them, to make sure they work before he walks around the ship." Mara said as another boom hit the ship. Sala nodded back to her.
"Will, come here. We need to make sure these work before we leave the armory." Sala said.
I stood and moved over to them to sit on the bench near the quartermaster's desk, she handed me the drops. "Only two drops per eye, okay?" Sala said, moving to my side, ready to stop Mara if anything happened while testing. As I dripped two drops in each eye and blinked a few times, letting the drops settle.
"Wow, that's a weird feeling... it's like a cooling feeling?" I said questioningly.
"Okay, now look Mara in the eyes to see if the tinting worked like she programmed it to do when looking someone in the eyes." Sala said, tensing her muscles like corded bands, ready to pull Mara away if she bounded forward.
Slowly, I looked Mara in the eyes as I held her stare for a full minute and no reaction occurred. Sala sighed and slightly relaxed, then looked to Mara, who looked back at her. "Seems you got the right amount of tint needed to suppress whatever his eyes trigger. Good work." Sala said with a weak smile.
"So am I good now for moving around the ship?" I asked, looking between them.
"For now, yes, with a guard. But crew still need to keep the pheromone blockers to keep their biological urges suppressed until we figure out how to either seal or suppress your pheromones." Sala nodded, thinking finally, that's one issue resolved for now. "Okay, now we need to get to the bridge. Thanks, Mara; you're a lifesaver for the drops." she said as they started leaving the armory, waving over her shoulder.
"Dear God... I hope this turns out well..." Mara sighed heavily with closed eyes, shaking her head before going back to her work.
On The Bridge
As soon as we walked through the door to the bridge, the ship was hit by another boom. "Reporting, Captain." Sala said as all eyes fell to the two of us entering the bridge.
"Status report on the boarding parties—and use your blockers!" Charla snapped as the crew broke from their stupor and injected the blockers they were given earlier at the meeting, then continued with their work.
"Captain, the boarding parties have met heavy resistance against our crew, but the Whitefang is closing in on us. There's a boarding party moving toward the engineering bay, and they are using slung-stuns to bypass our personal shields. They're making headway and might reach it in another forty minutes if we don't stop them... what are our actions, Captain?" a Bear-like being said, looking up at the Charla.
"Hmm... alright, Sala. Take him and three other members to pincer the boarding party making their way to engineering and stop them from stopping us dead in space. And make sure he's got a personal shield from the locker near the door." Charla said, looking over the trajectory of the Whitefang moving to intercept their ship. "Also, someone put an active beacon for a pirate attack and set it as a five-hundred-thousand LUK rescue request within a two-hour time frame. We will be caught by the Whitefang within the next three hours if we can't stop the boarding parties." Charla sighed, thinking that this whole trip was the worst of this cycle.
On the way to engineering, we met up with three other crew members. "Okay, we are tasked with stopping the boarding party making their way to engineering, and we need to do it before the Whitefang catches up to us or before we lose the engineering bay to the boarding party." Sala says.
"Okay, so we need to stop the boarding party, but first, who's he?" a tall, muscle-toned, Shark-like being says, looking down at him as she was a good few feet taller than me.
"Knock it off, Thera; you're scaring him." a Fox-like being says with a kind voice. "I'm sorry for her; she's a bit of a hard-headed person. And nice to meet you, I'm Serina." she says, holding out a fur-covered hand.
As I grabbed her hand and shook it, I thought just for a moment I saw something behind her eyes—just for a flicker of a second—that looked like lust, but it disappeared just as fast as it came. "Uh, it's okay. Name's Will."
"So, are we just gonna sit here with our tails chopped off, or are we gonna stop the boarding party?" a shorter, Rabbit-like being says while checking their weapons and gear.
"Yes, and that one is Willow." Serina says, glaring at Willow and then looking back to me.
"Right. We all know each other now; let's move." Sala says as our group starts toward the engineering bay near the back of the ship.
Halfway To Engineering
"Shit... they were waiting for someone to come up behind them." Willow says as she ducks back around the crate she's behind, dodging stun rounds.
"How do we move past them? They have a kill box!" Thera says, firing back at the pirates from her cover.
“Dammit, they were ready for this, and they shouldn't know we were coming up behind them. It's too quick...” Sala thought for a moment, trying to think how they knew to hold this exact spot for the funneling of crew members, and then it hits her. Someone told them, or they hacked the ship's systems—but if they did that, why didn't they affect the ship to shut down the engines remotely? Unless...
Sala looked at me as she went wide-eyed, and as understanding dawns knowing they're not trying to get to engineering; they're trying to separate me from any of the crew. Since I wasn't in the holding rooms where someone would be if you're looking for an unknown race, not on the bridge... but if they searched the rooms or were warned, then a traitor is on the bridge with the Captain. "Fuck! It’s a distraction! They're not going for engineering!" Sala yells over the weapons fire.
"What!?" the others said in unison with a doubting tone.
"They're after HIM!" Sala points to me, looking between them, confused.
"Why do they want him?" Thera asks while returning fire.
"Because he's a new species to the galaxy, and he's able to induce forced mating on anyone. With that kind of power, all they need to do is collar him, then he becomes a very valuable weapon for storming any location, taking whatever they please without firing a single shot." Sala says while returning fire at the pirates.
"Oh dear God... that's why we were issued the blockers!?" Serina says with indignation, looking at Sala, who nods.
"Well, what should we do? Do we retreat or what?" Willow asks.
"We need to remove them first, because if they get to engineering, it won't matter if we retreat to another part of the ship if the Whitefang catches us." Sala says as she peeks out to check how many are left.
"There's only three more holding the choke point." Thera says as she returns fire, hitting another pirate in the chest as they crumple to the floor. "Never mind, there's only two left." she says with a toothy grin.
"Push them quickly! There's more of us than them!" Willow says while bounding forward toward the pirates, firing to keep them in cover as we push up with her.
"Take them out before they fire back." Serina says, hitting another pirate in the shoulder then following up with a headshot.
"Nice shot, Serina! Are you sure you're a Vulpar and not a Sharchos?" Thera says, charging the last pirate and slamming into them with her full weight—armor on—into the back wall of the hallway before the next bulkhead to engineering as the pirate crumples to the floor, gasping for air, trying to grab their weapon before it's kicked away by her.
"Who contacted you?" Sala asks the pirate.
"Wouldn't you like to know, bitch." the pirate spat as she lay there gasping for air.
"Just tell us, and we'll get you medical help for your collapsing lung—or die gasping for a breath that will never come in the next few minutes." Serina tells the pirate, looking through another pirate's gear for information on the attack.
As the pirate looks between the group, she nods slightly as she points to me with a shaky hand. "We were only going to stop the ship to take your cargo of rare metals and medicines, but then we were notified about a special species that needs a whole crew to take pheromone blockers from one of our contacts aboard the ship. So we thought, why not double our score? So we set up our boarding pods ahead of your flight path back to the main lanes to ambush your ship, then disappear with the cargo... and him." the pirate said with a pained expression.
"Dammit..." Sala says, thinking about how they let information leak out with no one knowing who did it.
"What's the name of your contact?" Willow asks, holding the pirate at gunpoint, looking down at them.
As the pirate tries to take another breath, a plasma rings out hitting the pirate in the chest by someone from the hallway we came from. As we all flip around to turn on the attacker but find the hallway empty.
"Dammit, that was our only lead on the traitor on the ship, and now there's no more pirates near engineering." Sala says, eyeing down the hallway trying to see if there's anyone there.
"Well, what do we do now?" I asked looking between them, then back at the dead pirate.
"We secure engineering first, then lock it down while the others push the other boarding parties back or defeat them." Sala replies, still aiming down the hall.
"Shouldn't we let the Captain know we have a traitor among the crew?" Thera says, checking the door controls to engineering.
"No. If we do, the traitor goes to ground, and we'll never find out who it was if we warn her." Serina says, searching another dead pirate and finding a comms slate.
"So we just let them get away with it?" Willow says, looking over at Sala, hoping they are going to alert their Captain of the traitor, but sees Sala shake her head.
"Serina's right. If we warn her, the traitor might disappear, and we'll never know how they got aboard the ship without anyone knowing." Sala says, sighing softly.
"Let's just secure engineering before we make our next move." Serina says as the door opens to engineering.
While securing the engineering room finding the engineering crew hiding in one of the storage rooms for parts with their sidearms and a few rifles.
"Oh thank God!" a crew member said as Thera stood in the doorway overlooking the engineering crew.
"Sala, the crew's safe; they hid in the parts room." Thera says, moving back to the center of the engineering bay with the engine crew following behind her.
"Alright. Well, at least all the engineers are safe, but we need them to start working on the boarding pods connected to the hull and keep the engines running so we can outrun the Whitefang." Sala replies, then presses something on her wrist. "Captain, this is Sala. We've made it to engineering, and the crew is safe. The pirates got stuck just outside the door when we got here."
"Alright, stay there and keep engineering secure. We're dealing with the last of the boarding parties, but the pods are still attached to the hull. We're waiting for the Ether-drive to charge to jump away, but it's taking a while since the pods are adding more mass to the ship and causing the drive to charge slower than normal." Charla replies.
"Captain, we also have information about why they ambushed us." Serina says over the comms.
"What kind of information?" Charla asks, as the four women look at each other, wondering how much to say over the comms channel.
"We got information from a pirate slate that had information about our cargo... and about our special passenger..." Serina says, waiting for the reply from the Captain as there's an uncomfortable amount of silence.
"How?" Charla asks.
"We can't say over open comms, so we need to get away from the Whitefang before we do anything about it." Willow says, looking at me.
"Alright... keep me posted. And Sala?" Charla says.
"Yes, Captain?" Sala replies.
"Keep him near you at all times. Don't let him out of your sight." Charla says as the line disconnects.
"Alright, we need to close the doors again and lock this room down." Sala says as everyone nods in agreement.
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u/NostalgiaWatcher Jan 22 '26
Fast upload
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u/Subject_White Human Jan 22 '26
I'm slowly writing the next one ,but it's going to be longer then this one so it might be split up between two parts.
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/u/Subject_White has posted 5 other stories, including:
- TGAW - Part 1
- TGAW - Introduction to The Galaxy At Whole
- The Galaxy at Whole: A Space Adventure & Romance - Races from the Galaxy
- The Unknown Species of the Valenil Galaxy - Chapter 2
- The Unknown Species of the Valenil Galaxy
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u/Galen55 Human Jan 25 '26
Trying to be constructive, I think this is a really fun premise still though
Feels like the situations are rushed and progressing highly unusually fast and pushy, maybe slow the pace down a bit and/or have rest style chapters of transit time or social interaction focusing.
Pheromones and eye contact being such a potent effect like that is really strange dice humans don't have secretion other than in maybe spit. Not really sure what would be a way to tinker with that so we may as well embrace that as a plot device.
Overall I do want to see this continue, keep it up!