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Written by Darala Starr :: [Tuesday, 17 December 2019 18:13] Last updated by :: [Tuesday, 24 December 2019 08:46]

Chapter 1 – “Wish Upon a Starr”

Arzela Starr never forgot the day she watched her older sister, Darala Starr, lift the great Ceti stones. Each one weighed a massive four-hundred-fifty Tau Ceti pounds, and there were only a few other Cetians that could command such a feat of strength. The stones were equipped with Ceti Steel rings, an inch thick, fastened into the rock itself where one could grab those rings and raise the stones with bare hands.

Arzela had witnessed one other person perform this feat of remarkable might: Julian Taurus, the young man Arzela had a crush on. His lift was amazing. He made it look easy. His muscles bulged and rippled like Tau Ceti Steel beneath his shiny, training bodysuit. Once he’d gotten the stones clear of the ground, he held them aloft for a full thirty seconds! Arzela stared in awe, her mouth open, feeling a warm, buzzing sensation between her thighs in response to his feat of strength, and her desire for him was multiplied that very moment.

It was only a week later that Arzela witnessed her own sister, Darala, perform nearly the very same feat.

The sisters were alone together in the presence of the stones. Arzela was still in her workout clothes with tight, shiny orange shorts that showed off her athletic form. Darala’s concentration on the stones was like a laser.

Arzela said, “Darala, please be careful. I don’t want my only sister getting another injury. You don’t have to prove anything.”

Without breaking her stare with the imposing Ceti Stones, Darala said, “Arzela, have faith in me. That’s all I ask.”

Darala hooked her hands through the rings of the stones, carefully securing her grip, squatting for position and power, her lycra bodysuit tight against her bulging muscles. She breathed deeply, her chest muscles contracting like steel cables, her breasts expanding and tightening against her lycra suit.

Just the sight of Darala was inspiration to Arzela, who watched her older sister fight for her life after the fall from the ridge of Nova Canyon just three years earlier. It was no small feat for Darala to recover from her life threatening injuries, learn how to walk again, and from there begin to train, harder and harder over more and more time until Darala became what most would consider an athlete.

Arzela watched nervously, remembering the terrible injury to her sister’s back, as Darala closed her eyes, preparing to attempt to lift the great stones, her hands tightening more and more on those thick steel rings!

Oh, Darala, Arzela thought, be careful!

But she decided not to say it out loud. Instead, Arzela looked at her only sister and said, “I believe in you, Darala. You can do this.”

Without opening her eyes or losing her incredible focus, Darala smiled slightly. A moment later she pulled against the stones, harder and harder. At first nothing seemed to happen, but a moment later, one of those stones began to lift, ever so slowly, inch by inch!

Arzela gapsed in awe.

Moments later, the other stone succumbed to Darala’s might and now both stones were hovering several inches above the ground, Darala’s mighty grip in control of the weight through those thick steel rings! Darala held the stones, her eyes still closed, holding them for as long as she could bear.

“Aaaagh!” Darala cried out loud, the immense weight fighting her, the crushing gravity of Tau Ceti Alpha pulling the stones back down.

Arzela was counting the whole time: fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen seconds!

Slowly then, Darala lowered the stones, her leg muscles massively bulging beneath her lycra suit. A second later Darala released her grip and the stones fell the last inch to the ground with a shudder!

Arzela smiled and said, “Darala! You did it! You did it! Eighteen seconds!”

Darala’s chest heaved as she regained her breath slowly. She stood tall and opened her eyes, a broad smile on her face.

Arzela ran to her sister and they embraced.

“Oh, Darala,” Arzela said, “You’re the strongest woman on Tau Ceti Alpha!”

Darala laughed and said, “With you cheering me on, Arzela, my strength was multiplied.”

The sisters laughed and held each other tightly. But slowly, the memory faded, and Arzela Starr remembered where she was. The interstellar ship she was assigned to was a bit more rugged than the newer ships, but it was a proven reliable vessel in the galaxy.

“Are you all right, Arzela Starr?” the ship’s computer said audibly, the tone of the voice soothing and formal.

Arzela was standing over the navigation displays, studying the charts.

Fully emerging from the memory of her sister, Arzela said, “Yes, of course.”

Arzela placed her hands on her hips, the shine of her tight, lycra mission bodysuit gleaming from the lights in the ship. It was extremely comfortable and afforded Arzela a chance to study her own physical transformation.

In part it was Darala’s feat of strength on the stones that inspired Arzela to begin an intense weight-training regimen. Before that, Arzela excelled in speed and agility, spending years training in physical combat arts at the Tau Ceti Combat Center. When it came to hand-to-hand skills, Arzela exceled in these. Her speed and the power in her hands were remarkable.

Her feats of running were also awe-inspiring. Arzela’s strides were almost impossible for anyone else to match. She could leap over six foot barriers at full speed and land perfectly. Her strength came also from a form of gymnastics she practiced. Arzela was already as fit as anyone might possibly be.

But her sister’s record-breaking feat of strength spurred Arzela forward to increase her own strength with weights. She would not match her older sister’s incredible might, but she would see impressive gains nevertheless, her muscles larger, more powerful, yet still lean. Arzela’s size was deceptive when it came to just how strong and fast she really was. In light of her current mission, she decided that would be advantageous.

“Have you read the report on Earth, Arzela Starr?” the ship’s computer asked.

Arzela said, “Most of it. I focused on the life support issues. Solar radiation from their star shouldn’t be a problem, despite their magnetic poles beginning an excursion transit.”

“Correct,” the computer said. “Additionally your Tau Ceti speed, agility and strength will be greatly multiplied on Earth.”

“By a factor of thirty,” Arzela said.

“Likely closer to forty or forty-five,” the computer said. A small holographic display screen appeared in front of Arzela, and moving video clips of Earth life began to play for her. She saw large vehicles used for transporting humans from place to place, some of them at what seemed like high speeds.

“You’ll be able to run as fast as a car, used for transporting humans,” the computer said. “Your agility will enable you to leap much higher in the substantially lighter gravity of Earth. Enough to leap over large structures such as these…”

On the screen were images of buildings and apartments with small looking Earth people walking past them.

“That’s seven times higher than my record on Tau Ceti,” Arzela remarked, pivoting her shiny hips to one side. This Earth experience was shaping up to be something amazing, she thought.

The computer said, “But your strength will benefit most from Earth’s negligible gravity and atmospheric pressure. You’ll be able to lift astonishing amounts of weight that no human can match.”

On the screen were images of large boulders, much larger than the Ceti Stones.

The computer said, “Robust earth metals will not be a challenge for your might. With only your bare hands you’ll be able to bend steel. This is another feat Earth humans are simply incapable of.

On the video screen, images of single steel bars and prison bars played before her.

Arzela grinned at the thought of this and crossed her hands in front of her chest, feeling her muscles tighten powerfully.

“I will look forward to trying that,” Arzela said with a broad smile.

Arzela raised her arm and then flexed her bicep. The muscle responded instantly beneath the shine of her suit, a pronounced rise of the muscle tightening against it, forming a shapely bulge.

“All these incredible advantages are meant for only one purpose, Arzela Starr,” The computer said.

Arzela grew somber and lowered her arm.

“Yes, I know. Finding my sister, Darala.”

A hidden panel in the wall of the spaceship opened. Inside were a silver belt and two silver bracelets.

The computer said, “Take the belt. It will provide Tau Ceti life support and extend your capabilities while on Earth.”

Arzela removed the belt from the chamber and slid it around her beautiful waist. Against the shine of her lycra suit, it looked stunning.

The computer said, “The bracelets are complex communication devices as well as powerful environmental scientific analyzers.”

Arzela took the bracelets and carefully slipped them over her wrists. They also were beautiful.

“Do no, under any circumstances, willingly or unwillingly, surrender any of these items to anyone,” the computer said. “They must remain in your possession at all times while you are on the surface of Earth.”

Arzela nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

“Very well,” the computer said. “Now, let’s review your mission timeline and I will attempt to capture data from your sister’s ship computer in order to better understand what happened.”


Chapter 2 – “A New Mission”

“Arzela Starr,” the voice said in an even, cold tone.

Arzela straightened her shoulders, standing at attention before the Council of Science and Exploration that consisted of six members; three men, three women. Their wisdom on Tau Ceti was unmatched and they were entrusted with matters concerning Tau Ceti and its relationship to the galaxy. Being in this place, Arzela was reminded that her sister once stood in this very spot when she was about to start her mission for recovering the missing Tau Ceti transponder. That was three years earlier.

“We’ve read your report and concur that your sister, Doctor Darala Starr, is long overdue, and now considered… missing.”

Arzela felt a lump in her throat, but steeled herself and kept her expression steady.

“However,” one of them said, “It is not clear whether this is due to physical jeopardy or perhaps a malfunction of her ship’s communication.”

Arzela said, “I’ve considered these things at great length and by standing here before you today I understand the gravity of what’s at stake. Darala is my sister, and I cannot simply wait, hoping that she will return safely when so much time has passed.”

A stern faced man on the council said, “Don’t you think a more qualified rescue team ought to be assigned this task?”

Arzela said, “While it might seem a more logical approach, it is not practical. Our mandate was to interact as little as possible with Earth and its inhabitants. Sending a team would be too conspicuous. I am confident I can be far more stealth in my endeavor.”

A woman on the council with kind, blue eyes said, “You have great love for your sister, Arzela Starr.”

Arzela felt the lump again in her throat and said, “Yes, I do. She’s been my protector, my mentor, and my best friend. I cannot bear the thought of losing her.”

The woman said, “That love is strong in your family.”

Arzela nodded, careful not to allow tears to come.

“Yes,” she said. “Very strong.”

The woman nodded and said, “Very well, Arzela Starr. We will consider the matter and arrive at a decision by tomorrow.”

Arzela said, “Thank you,” and quietly left the chamber.

The answer came much sooner than expected. Only a few hours later, the Council had decided: Arzela Starr would be given a ship and undertake the mission to find her beloved sister, Doctor Darala Starr!

As Arzela recalled she felt a mixture of joy and nervous apprehension at the news. But joy and then determination won out.

“You were well-spoken before the Council of Science and Exploration, Arzela Starr,” the ship’s computer said.

Arzela was in the middle of the ship, doing handstand pushups with very little effort: twenty, thirty, forty, fifty. She could have kept going but instead transitioned gracefully back to her feet. She then closed her eyes and took in a very deep breath, her chest swelling up against the tightness of her shiny bodysuit.

More and more deep breathes, in and out. Arzela could feel growing energy and strength from the Tau Ceti life support belt.

“Your vitals are off the charts, Arzela Starr,” the ship’s computer said. “Your physical shape is remarkable.”

Arzela smiled and said, “I only hope it will afford me the ability to find my sister. And stay out of trouble with any Earth people.”

The computer said, “It most certainly will.”

Arzela finished her breathing exercises, dropped and assumed the position for one-handed pushups. She used only the tips of her fingers, and began to do a set: twenty, thirty, forty…. Arzela switched hands and on the tips of her fingers did another forty.

“Even by Tau Ceti standards, you posses super strength,” the computer remarked.

Arzela finished her set and sprang to her feet. It was a moment later that she had an idea.

“Computer, you mentioned that my strength on Earth would enable me to bend steel,” Arzela said.

“Yes, Arzela. It will be well within your capabilities,” the computer said.

“Can you replicate for me a bar… made of typical Earth steel?” Arzela asked.

The computer replied, “I can use existing records of such material and adjust it to approximate rigidity and tensile strength of Earth.”

Arzela nodded. “Very well,” she said. “Make the bar three feet long and one inch thick.”

There was silence on the ship, and then the computer said, “I will need some time to manufacture the item.”

With astonishing grace and form, Arzela re-entered a handstand and began doing more pushups, her shoulder muscles rock hard, growing even stronger as she breathed deeply.

“Let me know when it’s ready,” Arzela said, and continued doing handstand pushups.


Chapter 3 – “Bending Steel”

Arzela Starr held the bar in her hands, feeling the weight of it in her fingers. It seemed lighter than she imagined.

“Okay,” Arzela said. “This is terrestrial Earth steel.”

“Yes,” the computer said. “To the best of my calculations, this is a perfect replica, and considered very formidable on Earth.”

Arzela grinned and said, “Let’s see how formidable it is when subjected to Tau Ceti strength.”

Arzela lifted the bar and wrapped her hands around it, one on each end. She breathed out loudly, rolling her fingers over the bar, feeling its thickness, slowly rocking her shiny hips back and forth preparing for a power stance.

Arzela closed her eyes and took long deep breaths, feeling an inflow of energy.

“I believe in you, Arzela Starr,” the computer said. “You can do this.”

Upon hearing the very words Arzela spoke to Darala before she lifted the massive stones, Arzela felt a surge of strength and confidence. And she smiled.

Suddenly, and with explosive strength, Arzela tightened her grip on the bar and opened her eyes. And to her own astonishment, the steel surrendered quickly and began bending in the middle. A sharp creak and then a terrible howling whine came from the center of the bar. Arzela’s eyes grew wide with surprise.

“Yes,” the computer said. “You’re doing it. You’re bending steel.”

It seemed like a dream, but it was really happening. Arzela was overpowering solid steel with her bare hands! And suddenly the metal gave a sharp, sustained screech as she continued bending it.

Arzela felt a wave of euphoria at the use of her own strength and this caused throbbing warmth between her legs that grew even stronger as she continued bending the metal. The ends of the bar were closing on each other, Arzela’s massive strength controlling the deforming shape of the thick bar, her arms muscles rock hard beneath her shiny suit!


The steel cried loudly in agony as Arzela brought the ends of the bar together in front of her chest with complete control. The bar was now folded tightly in half!

The throbbing between Arzela’s legs was explosive and she felt an unexpected release like a roaring wave the moment she finished bending the bar.

“OH!” she cried out. “Oh, yes!”

Arzela dropped the steel bar to the deck of the ship where it clanged loudly.

“Yes!,” Arzela sighed, her chest heaving up and down, her hair tussling over her head. “Oh… wow.”

The computer said, “Are you all right, Arzela Starr?”

Arzela was still breathing heavy, her chest going up and down. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, still feeling the lingering effects of climax.

“Computer,” Arzela said through her heavy breathing, “I had a very strong physical reaction when I was using my strength to bend the bar.”

The computer said, “If you are referring to the sensation of female arousal and release, this is part of a euphoric physiological response to intense and focused bursts of strength,” the computer said. “It will grow weaker over time as you use your strength more.”

“I hope it doesn’t grow weaker,” Arzela said.

Slowly she steadied herself, reached down and grabbed the remains of the metal bar off the deck of the ship.

“Computer,” Arzela said, “That irritable sound that came from the steel. I was not expecting the material to protest audibly.”

The computer replied, “It is the intense pressure that causes the steel to fatigue. As the bar attempts to resist deforming, it weakens, and this rapid weakening produces the crying sounds you hear from the bar,” the computer said.

Arzela turned the deformed metal remains all around in her hands, admiring the results of her super strength.

“Would that seem impressive on Earth?” Arzela asked.

The computer said, “I would only speculate, but I do believe it would be considered very impressive.”

Arzela placed the folded steel bar on a lab table.

“I cannot believe how strong I am,” Arzela said with a grin. “I realize this test may have seem self-indulgent, but I had to know if it was really true.”

The computer replied, “There is nothing wrong with testing one’s potential in the context of exploring a new environment. As the evidence proves, your physical abilities are extraordinary, or rather, superhuman.”

Arzela took some more deep breaths, settling back down, feeling her heart rate return to normal. Slowly she moved toward the front viewport of the ship, staring out into the brilliance of a billion stars.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” Arzela said.

And then her thoughts focused on her missing sister.

“I hope I can find Darala,” she said. “I hope she’s okay.”

“You won’t have long to wait,” the computer said.

Slowly, from the right side of the viewport, a blue planet began to creep into view. There were beautiful white clouds circling its atmosphere.

“We are now arriving at Earth,” the computer said.

Arzela bounced up and down with excitement.

“I can’t believe it. The trip felt so long. But we’re finally here!”

The computer said, “It’s time, Arzela.”

Arzela nodded and seated herself in her chair. She lightly grabbed a set of controls and said, “May I try flying for a little while?”

The computer said, “I’ll fly. You enjoy the view.”

And slowly they began to descend into Earth’s atmosphere, the beautiful blue of the upper atmosphere beginning to erase the stars. And Arzela thought for a moment she was in a dream. But only a few short moments later, her dream became a nightmare.


Chapter 4 – “Welcome to Earth”

Arzela’s dream suddenly became a nightmare. The ship was shaking from atmospheric turbulence and all around the viewport were dark, angry looking clouds. Blinding bolts of electricity lashed at the front of the ship and were followed by deafening claps of thunder.

Arzela tightened her restraints as much as she dared as she felt the ship totter and dive. Her stomach rolled violently up and down.

“Hold on, Arzela Starr,” the computer said. “This is a very serious atmospheric disturbance. I am attempting to counter the instability. It will take a few moments more.”

Arzela said, “Please do it faster!”

“Calculating,” the ship’s computer said.

A thunderous boom shook the ship and Arzela heard an alarm coming from the navigation console. A red light was flashing.

“Computer,” Arzela said, “There’s a malfunction in the drive and actuators!”

The ship responded, “I’m working on it.”

Another blinding bold struck the viewport and Arzela saw spots before her eyes. There was another deafening clap of thunder and the entire ship rattled. Arzela felt the ship drop suddenly, plunging downward toward the ground.

“Computer, we’re going to crash!” Arzela yelled over the noise.

The computer said, “Prepare yourself, Arzela Starr…”

This is the end, Arzela thought. I should never have come here.

“Hang on,” the computer said.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Arzela said, her fingers digging into the metal restraints on her chair.

Suddenly, from out of the woolen clouds, a strange, winged metal craft appeared, coming straight at them!

“Unidentified Earth craft,” the computer said. “Evasive maneuvering engaged.”

The huge Earth craft flew over them, it’s giant metal wings coming very close to the hull of the ship. They dove below the clouds, the entire world now upside down in the viewport.

“I’m going to be sick!” Arzela yelled.

The computer said, “Prepare for landing, Arzela Starr.”

Arzela closed her eyes. She couldn’t watch anymore. And a moment later she felt a terrible impact, followed by a sledding sensation with lots of bumps. A hideous scraping sound went through the ship and it seemed this would never end. But slowly and steadily everything began to settle until Arzela felt them come to a stop.

Carefully she opened her eyes, now seeing a landscape with many large trees. Rain was pouring down on the viewport, smudging Arzela’s view.

“I hate this place already,” Arzela said.

The computer said, “This atmospheric event will be over shortly.”

Arzela released her grip on the arms of her seat. And when she looked down at them, she could see deformities in the surface of the metal where her fingers were! Her mouth hung open in astonishment.

“Computer,” she said. “It seems I damaged the restraining arms of my chair… with my bare hands.”

Arzela unfastened herself and climbed from the chair, now noticing she’d actually bent one of the arms away from the seat at a thirty-degree angle. The metal was deformed in sloping curve.

“I did that?” she gasped.

The computer said, “That’s because your natural Tau Ceti adrenaline multiplied your already impressive strength.”

Arzela examined her hands and said, “Incredible.”

Then she looked out the window at the bleak scene just outside the ship, listening to the noise of the rain.

“Welcome to Earth,” the computer said.

“Some welcome,” Arzela said.

She walked carefully toward the viewport, looking up into the grey gloomy sky, the heavy raindrops smudging details in the clouds.

“Where are we?” Arzela asked.

The ship’s computer said, “I cannot give a precise answer at this time. I was calculating coordinates based on your sister Darala’s arrival when she was first here. But it would seem we have missed that target.”

“By how much,” Arzela asked.

The computer said, “unknown at this time.”

Arzela sighed and hugged herself, feeling a sudden chill.

“Oh, Darala,” she said, “I hope you’re safe.”

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