Darala Starr, Tau Ceti Superwoman - Earth Chronicles Season 1

CHAPTER 1 - "Arrival"

Darala Starr hardly felt the impact from the landing of her spaceship while secured in her restraints. The trip from Tau Ceti Alpha was long, or rather, it felt long. Thirty Seven Ceti weeks were longer than those here on this planet, which as she recalled was referred to simply as Earth. The ship's navigation system glowed on a screen nearby and confirmed her destination and safe arrival.

"I can't believe I signed up for this," Darala said. Carefully, she unfastened herself from her seat and stood, stretching. Her intergalactic mission bodysuit was still fitted perfectly on her. The material was snug, flexible and shiny and she loved the feel and the look of it. Especially since her training and the notable physical results that followed.

Her physique was not as muscular as those of Tau Ceti Athletes, but that was okay. She was still a work in progress since the accident. It was hard to even think about it—about how badly she'd been hurt. Some of the physicians on Tau Ceti even said she'd never walk again. But as she healed and rested, she also began training. It started with long walks and then turned to running along the banks of Tau Ceti's scenic seashore. Once she was able to run and not get so tired, she began lifting at Tau Ceti training facilities, moving heavier and heavier weights over time. It became something of an obsession, especially as she felt strength return and saw new and fascinating results.

From then on, Darala made it a point to push her own physical limits as much as possible. Within reason, of course. After all, she was a scientist, not an athlete. There was only so much time in a day she could spend on physical training.

But with the time she had she worked hard to strengthen and tone herself. She looked amazing in her mission suit and enjoyed staring at herself in the ship's digital mirror. In fact, it was during the trip here that Darala began to do what the athletes did back home. It was called flexing the muscles to see just how they'd grown.

And hers had grown well defined and very, very hard. She could feel the hardness of her biceps beneath the soft, shiny material as it stretched when she flexed them. The suit responded to the growth of her muscles and the tightness of it against her skin was intoxicating.

Maybe some flexing before I start my mission,she thought playfully. A moment later a disembodied voice filled the space around her. It was the ship's computer. The voice was warm and inviting. Female.

"Hello, Darala. You've successfully landed on E3 dwarf planet commonly referred to as Earth."

Darala began a series of leg stretches, noticing the bulge of her suit around her legs that had also shown growth, hardness and definition.

The ship's computer said, "I hope you read the entire report of this planet I prepared before the mission."

Darala glanced down at her calf muscle as she tightened it, the shape of it well defined through her suit.

"Amazing," she whispered.

Nearby on a holographic screen, the report opened. The display was filled with text and charts.

"Um, sure...," Darala said, continuing to stretch.

"You seem distracted," the ship's computer said. "Are you paying attention, Darala?"

"Uh-huh," Darala said, not paying attention. Instead, her attention fell on the bulge of her bicep as she flexed it, enjoying the shiny material of her suit swelling with it. She could feel the sudden size and hardness of the muscle as she tightened her hand into a fist. The muscle had a defined peak that almost stunned her.

"Computer, have you seen my bicep?" Darala asked. "I mean, look at this! I've been working very hard on my body. You know, after the accident and everything—I had to make growing stronger a priority."

"Darala, pay attention," the ship's computer said. "You must concentrate on the mission."

Darala stopped flexing her bicep and sighed.

"Look, I don't need to know all the specifics," she said. "I'm a scientist, I can figure this world out as I go. Besides, this is a short mission. I'll be away from the ship for maybe a couple of hours. Tops."

There was a moment of silence on the ship.

"You shouldn't make any assumptions, Darala," the computer voice finally said. "It will get you into trouble."

Darala cocked her hips to one side and folded her arms across her chest which had also seen benefits of her training regimen. Her chest muscles had hardened considerably, and the definition of them was obvious in the open v-neck lining of her shiny suit.

"I won't get into any trouble," she insisted. "I know the drill: use the tracking data to locate the missing high-gain transponder and bring it back to the ship. Then go back to Tau Ceti Alpha, mission accomplished."

The ship's computer said, "You pretend like it's easy. But every planet has its challenges, Darala. You should proceed with caution."

Darala moved toward a console on the wall of the ship and touched a screen. A small compartment opened and inside were two silver bracelets. She grabbed them and slid them over her wrists. Against the shiny red lycra of her suit, the bracelets were stunning.

"Don't forget your belt, Darala," the computer said.

"I know, I know," Darala answered. "For bio monitoring, life support aid and because it makes my hips in this suit look amazing!"

The computer voice chuckled. "Honestly, Darala, you should stop thinking about your body."

Darala lifted both her arms and flexed, her biceps rising into hard, defined peaks. "That is going to be very difficult," Darala said and smiled, admiring her assets.