Chapter 1 - Assessing and Expounding

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Specialist Roan chuckled to herself as her balls slapped against the Lieutenant's, the feeling was divine, a hot grip that was squeezing her dick with every thrust.  He shifted to the left and right, and she could feel her cock going deep into him. As she pulled it felt like his ass didn't want her cock to leave and that thought added to the giggles. He went up on his toes and she felt the curve of her shaft press down against something, through his ass and she bit her lip as the walls of his ass clenched down firm, and tight.

"Fucking Hell, Sir." She gasped. "This ass can't be regulation." She joked, her hips rocking in and out at a steady, heavy, rhythm. The wet sounds echoed loudly in the sealed room and as she arced her thrusts to grind against that spot the tightness returned and when and she felt the sweet ache building in her balls. The way her cock felt, the sensations poked at her memory, but it felt too good for her to think about anything but the delicious rush from ass she was plowing.

"Don't even joke, Spec. Or I'll show you what this ass can do." He worded it like an order, but it sounded like a challenge. She took it as the latter and leaned in. 

"All due respect; Sir. Fucking. Bring. It." She whispered. He cocked his head and smiled the devil's grin. Oh, that might have been a mistake. Her little voice of common sense chimed in, from where it had been chilling in the back of her mind, doing a crossword. Suddenly the air in the room felt hotter as the pace increased and the Lieutenant began thrusting harder against Roan.

The Lieutenant rolled over, braced himself on grips set into the walls, and wrapped his legs around Felicity's waist. That's when he started to roll his hips, bracing his weight on his arms on the up turn, but letting it sink down as he ground her cock deep into himself. The Specialist shuddered as the officer rocked his body and began fucking back as much as she was fucking him.

Suddenly she remembered a reward she'd won, for a night at a very exclusive place; not a dive club or mid-scale brothel but something more... refined.

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Present, Minus Seventeen Hours, Twenty minutes.
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"I'm going to need to clean that, after a few hours, Sir." Doc Maya Hona told Lt. Sable. He nodded and thanked the Doctor before leaning back in the pilot's chair. He'd spun it around so now the flight consoles, and the starscape beyond the canopy, were behind him, and the six marines standing just beyond the door to cockpit. The Doctor had insisted he stay off the leg, but in the cockpit's gravity, until the bandage could infuse and knit his bones.

"So," Sable took a moment to decide what conversation path he wanted to go down first. "I guess introductions are in order," They would be in the launch for the remainder of their lives, until they were rescued, or if they could fix the launch enough to travel to somewhere less deadly than the empty void, and Max thought of those in order of likelihood. There was a general nod of assent and he continued. "My name, is Wing Lieutenant Maximilian Sable, Co-Pilot of the Thraxi Gunship Ferrous Flood, when I'm not assigned to this life-launch." He took a breath and let it out. "Son of Brigadier General Amanda Sable." He let the words hang before the Sergeant spoke up.

"I'm Sergeant Diana Nolan, 51st Battalion, 2nd Valkyire Company, Assigned to Merdian Diviner for the foreseeable future. I'm a Zed-Aug but I can lead these little digit kiddos, no worries." 

The Lieutenant suppressed a whistle of surprise. Zed-Augs were the proof of concept for all augmentation and while they were disqualified from any further augments, were no slouches in putting in the work to put down hostiles. Many who mustered out of service found work in Police and Private security specializing in hostage rescue or bodyguarding, respectively. They were also mostly indistinguishable from baselines humans, except for the eyes.

Sgt. Nolan had bright gold eyes that shimmered in the dim light of the cockpit, her dark skin was flushed, not from the recent excitement, that was bread and butter for anyone on the line, mostly finding out the son of a Aug-10 Valkyrie was less than a meter from her. 

She had her arms crossed under her breasts, and Lt. Sable registered that all of the Valkyries were layered up for exercise drills and shirt-sleeve training. The lack of powered armor concerned him, not for its use in combat, but for the communication suite in the helmet, worth more than ten of the slagged hardware in the cockpit, even if it had been working.

Her body was trim and as the largest Valkyrie, who had stepped up at the sound of 'fuck', dialed back her shock and had a hand on her hips, which were nearly as wide as the doorway she was standing beside. Her cropped blond hair had a long braided pony tail down to an ass that must be as rocking as the melon sized tits held back by military smart wire and mesh. Her eyes shimmered with a Ruby red fire and she gave a quick salute when his gaze indicated it was her turn.

"Corporal Moira Angela, Aug-Four and Second in command of this little chalk. Heavy weapons, heavy drinking, or Heavy 'Team Building': I'm good for any of it." She laughed. "I gotta say, you've got a hell of a mouth on you for a Gunship Oscar, but then you've got lineage, huh?" Lieutenant Sable let himself smile, they weren't on the parade grounds and he wasn't quite on the command track just yet, plus the years they'd all put into their records trumped most of his training or war college studies. His thoughts turned to his own Gunship crew, some of his graduating class had been assigned to Diviner; His Flight Captain would be climbing the walls over what had happened, if not wringing necks.

There was a soft cough and the leggy Lance Corporal who'd reported on the lights leaned in toward the door, while Moira leaned out and motioned for the other two Marines to move closer. Her jet black contrasted the subtle purple tone her skin had. If she'd been mixed before the Valkyrie augs had replaced those genes, by now. Now she looked like a tall slip of deadly, streamline sinew. She might not had the most mass out of all the women in the room, but with her dimensions she had at least a head over everyone. Her eyes had the glow of a sunrise and her smile was as warming.

"Lance Corporal Beverly Denver, Aug-1, I shoot things." She shrugged before adding. "Really well, from far away, and up close, and upside down," She kept adding modifiers and Lt. Sable openly laughed. Maybe it was the pain killers but this was surreal. It felt more like he was on a 'Harem' program than a crippled launch floating in deep space. "You okay, Sir?"

"I've been better." He answered, honestly, "But this is cheering me up some." 

"Well that's good to hear." The Medic spoke up. "Lance Corporal Maya Hona. Aug-2 Trauma Surgeon and Pharmaceutical Double Doctorate." The woman was definitely older than most of the Valkyries, the crows feet in her eyes and the worry lines on her face gave her a mature look, then again so did the silver streaks in her otherwise chocolate brown hair and the modest, but still motherly bosom.  "Yeah, I'm the team MILF, thanks for noticing." She added, and the Lieutenant blushed darker. "No worries, that pain-killer is a down-dose of what I'd give anyone here, you'll be feeling a might frisky for the next oh... day or so." She added as both an apology, with some sympathy.

"Really, Doc?" The Lieutenant cocked his head. "You think with me stuck in this small a space with this much cleavage and cock I wouldn't be running hot anyway?" He smiled and her cerulean blue eyes shimmered back.

"Come on, Cadet, meet your 'Senior'." Corporal Angela motioned for someone out of sight.

"Cadet?" Lieutenant Sable leaned in his seat, and regretted it as the shift moved his leg and provided an excuse for his leg to hurt again. "Fuck." He squeezed his knee, past where the pain was, and focused on it. The launch was quiet. "Hey at least it's not the leg I break thrust with." He shrugged. There were some short laughs and then Sable saw her.

She wouldn't have been taller than him standing. Cadet Valkyrie have only the most basic augments added to them, and height didn't come with the set. Her alabaster skin and raven black hair was cut in a short page cut and her shimmering violet eyes met Sable's gaze. She hadn't 'bloomed' yet in a lot of other ways and could have blended in with any other officer-cadet in the academy. 

If only she didn't have a face that matched her sister's so damn well.

"Lady Wolfwood." Lt. Sable forced himself to stand, even after Doc made a sound of disagreement. "An honor to meet you." He bowed his head and put a hand on the fleet emblem on his chest.
"Field-Cadet Alexandra Wolfwood, Provisional-Aug, and assigned to this Chalk as tech specialist and service for my Crucible Tour, Sir." She saluted him, as she would a superior officer, and he replied with salute in kind. "Please sit," She indicated his seat, "I don't want to be cooped up in here when Doc goes on a warpath." She cocked her head at the very quiet Doctor. The Lieutenant eased back down, stopped, and earned a glare from the Doctor, and laughs from the other marines before he sat down and allowed himself a sigh of relief.

He let himself dwell and caught his breath. He pinched his nose. This made things so much worse. So very much worse.

"Um, Sir?" Sable shifted his gaze to see the speaker. She was the picture perfect poster girl for the Valkyire program. She broke seven feet standing without a sweat, filled out her exercise uniform with tone, enhanced, muscle that hid various biomechanical ports to link into powered suits of combat armor or an Elite Mech's feedback system. Her Emerald green eyes had the telltale underglow of augmentation radiation. Her breasts were held in check by the smart fabric of her uniform but damn if Sable didn't think that without all the layers of her jacket, duty armor, and underwear working as a team she'd be spilling out all over herself. Her sidearm sat secure in its belt holster, on hips that could shame a pornstar as casually as she might hump a rocket launcher through heavy-g. Then there was that obvious bulge along her inner thigh. She coughed, and Sable realized he'd been staring.  "Sir?" She asked again, less nervous about the Lieutenant now.

"Sorry. Yes," He looked for rank devices but only saw a general use enlisted pip on her collars. 

"Specialist Felicity Roan, 'Dread Hoss' Aug-3." She added her call sign and Augmentation level with a bit of a waggle to her eyebrows. Sable simply nodded. Specialists were a subset of the Valkyries, their actual rank (or commission) was sealed and as far as day to day went their paygrade was E-2, or E-3 at best. Publicly they were members of the Corp who were damn good at a certain set of skills and were enthused to hone those skills over leadership or more generalized training. However their actual role in the Valkyries, was oversight. 

They worked from the rank and file view but were privy to the need-to-know even if their NCO's didn't know. If an operation had 'undeclared objectives' the Specialists' job wasn't to accomplish it, but to make sure that if things went sideways, there was someone with the intel to know how to unfuck it, or at least, get everyone out alive.

On paper, being a Specialist was a dead end for a career Marine. In reality, they were there for when things hit the shit. 

"Last I heard, Amanda Sable was still a Colonel, in command of the Marines attached to the Resolute Sword; Flagship of Admiral Baroness Wolfwood's Fleet." 

The launch was silent as Max leaned back in his seat, and turned his gaze from the field-cadet to the the time display still functioning. 

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Present.

The marine's legs buckled as she sank down and onto the covered toilet seat. Max unhooked his legs before his ankles could knock against the back of the shitter and instead he squeezed them against the Specialist's thick, flexing legs. He guided her hands to his hips and started rocking toward her as she did the same. 

The result was a sphincter stretching grind and the Lieutenant kissed Fel hard and deep to stifle his moan. His tongues pressed in and invaded the marine's mouth. It was her turn to moan as she felt her mouth fill with his tantric tongues. Her cock throbbed as the stimulation began to push her closer and closer to her peak.  and as they danced about his hands rose up to cup and caress Felicity's breasts, rubbing the beads of sweat building on them and teasing her nipples with soft tweaks and pulls. 

Her moans increased in power and length as Max pulled harder, and squeezed more and more hot breast in his hands. Her eyes fluttered open

Felicity's hands slid from Max's hips to his ass and gripped the trained gluts of the Gunship pilot and was surprised at how plush his ass was. Her grip didn't just hit muscle, there was fine layer cushion in his tush.  As she added her arm strength to her legs', her thrusts into Max became steadier, deeper, and dragged slower as she pressed the head of her cock against the walls of his colon and against the Lieutenant's prostate. 

His cock began to swell again, and when the Specialist felt the Officer's ass tighten harder than it had previously, she pulled down and bottomed out in his ass. As she pressed her elbows inward, her sweat slick tits wobbled and wrapped around the pilot's cock. The heat of his cock made her skin flush and put them both over the edge. They came together and cum sprayed deep into the already sticky insides of Max's ass, and all over


"Fuck, sir." Felicity managed, when Sable backed off from the kiss and their mouths wetly popped apart. She looked into his eyes again and saw the glow of the pleasure fast fade and the other thoughts and start to return. "You really needed this, huh?" She reached up and gently held his head in her hands. His breathing was steady but his eyes were shaky. She pressed her forehead to his and he let exhaustion take him.


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"What I'm about to tell you is still considered classified, but will be made public no later than 0800 hours, three days from now. If we get picked up before then: you don't tell anyone I told you, and you don't report that this part of the conversation happened." He pointed at the scorched black space beside him. "Thanks to our saboteurs I can tell you," and here he felt their gazes turn from curiosity to dread. "Less than twenty four hours before we set off on this mission, the Admiral Baroness's fleet was interdicted during Capital Scale FTL." He released the breath and continued. "The attackers were in vessels of Terran make, but resembled out of use models, reinforced with Tulurn weapons tech." 

There was a hiss of disdain from Angela. The Tulurn were a race of insectoids who saw the wars of other species as a profitable market and often sold their weapons to both sides but cut corners on defensive technology so there would always be a need for more guns on the ships that replaced the dead.

They sold to the desperate, the mad, the radical, and the vengeful.

"There were no known IFF signals broadcast. The enemy transponders did not use frequencies agreed upon during the Eden Accords, and they refused all hails, instead immediately began opening fire." He was repeating the Commander's debriefing verbatim, and was surprised the'd remembered it so well, with what was coming next. "The Countess put her ship at the front of the pack, drawing fire away from her Logistics ships." His eyes met Alexandra's and did not break. "The enemy Interdiction Ship had more armor than any anything else, and wasn't going to sink from Kinetics, and with its escorts intercepted any missiles with flak, or their own hulls."

The Interdictor did, however, have landing decks and engineering accesses exposed, too small, and far from anything vital, to hit with a slug. So the Admiral sent in boarding parties, the Colonel led the charge. With heavy cover, almost half a company was launched and boarded the Interdictor. The rest of the fleet was screening the attackers with almost Nine to one success rate, but the leakers took their toll, and then two more battle groups jumped into the fray and added their fire against the fleet, among them was a Cold War Dreadnought."

He held a breath and let it out. His paternal mother had nearly lost his birth mother, and Max, in a biochemical attack by the ECC. As it was, all of Max's memories of his mother were her in a wheel chair, or a bed. Amanda Sable had dedicated all her time at home to helping raise her son and be a caring wife to her beloved. But when she was deployed; She was the Black Death. Not because of any biochemical weapon use of her own, but because after the Confederation Intelligence Bureau investigated, and exposed, which system in the ECC had been responsible for the attack, she had earned a reputation of an unstoppable war machine.

Valkyrie augmentations have various levels, all of them voluntary, and with increasing rate of rejection and, after a point, a risk of lethal rejection to the processes. The least of them resulted in mostly internal reinforcements, comparatively modest strength and stamina enhancements, and some sensory boosts. At it's highest level, A Valkyrie was a biomechanical Avatar of War. In all of human history there had been only twenty cases where an applicant not only survived the attempt to achieve this final state, but also succeeded it.

Amanda Sable became the Twenty-First, on Max's first birthday. It also was the day before the ECC cut ties with a star system it had deemed 'seditious, reckless, and no longer viable to maintain senatorial representation or statehood'. 

"The Marine boarding companies signaled their retreat, and while Escorts provided screening flak , there wasn't any fire coming from the Interdiction vessel." He closed his eyes and finished it. "Instead the vessel began a slow turn toward the Dreadnought, which was spooling up its particle acceleration tunnels, and accelerated to flank speed. At that point, the Field was down and the Admiral had all but her ship charging their Cap Jump Drives. The last report was that the Admiral didn't jump with the rest of the group, and that the Interdictor collided with the Dreadnought's engineering section before the last surviving vessel jumped." He held his gaze with Alexandra. Her eyes were wet, and she blinked hard but didn't look away.

He had been given an unsanitized copy of the battle's Kills and Losses. It had been a blood bath, With all the CIWS and antiship cannons that can be fit to a two kilometer long engine of destruction, Resolute had killed over a dozen ships half her size before the last friendly vessel fled with the image of the Dreadnought and Interdictor fused, and the first light of nuclear fire igniting in the engine space of the former.

He exhaled and let the marines chew on this information.
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