Terran Marines Ch. 01

Terran Marines (Ch 01)

I'm planning on this to be a series of short stories. Some action up front followed by the characters blowing off steam upon completion of their mission.

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Stephen looked up the deserted street of Quieztl 5. An eerie howl, raised by a stiff wind, came through the speakers in his helmet. He studied the Heads Up Display (HUD), looking for a sign of the UA's, or Unknown Aliens, that they were hunting. All he could see were the three other members of his fire team spread to either side of him and the rest of the squad loosely strung out behind his team. His team was on point, slowly moving northward along the dusty street. The icons of another squad were displayed one block over.

They had landed three hours before, chasing reports of UAs flitting around the colony. The colony itself was small, only around forty families - about one hundred people. The world itself wasn't unpleasant, the atmosphere was breathable and the soil amenable to human crops. It was an idyllic world suited for a colony to establish itself and grow.

However, humans were not alone in the galaxy and not all of the races were friendly. Many of the friendly races were ancient and moribund, reluctant to exert themselves to help another race in need. Humanity had found a small core of like-minded species that were willing to ally themselves to an aggressive, growing race. They supported humanity while sheltering under her strong wings, for sharks swam in the depths of space.

Stephen's point, Private Johnson, raised a fist and sank to a knee. Behind them, the entire squad sank to a knee and faced outboard, weapons ready.

Stephen slipped up Johnson and made helmet to helmet contact. They were able to talk and hear without keying their mikes. "Whatcha see, Johnson?"

"Not sure, Corporal. My sensors twigged to something ahead of us, but it keeps fading in and out. But it's staying ahead of us, moving when we move, stopping when we stop."

"Show me."

Johnson manipulated their suit controls within their gloves, slugging the data to Stephen. The symbol for an intermittent contact blazed on his HUD. It was coded with a low probability of accuracy, which was why it had not been automatically forwarded to the entire squad.

"Cpl Stephen, what do you have?" asked his squad leader, Sergeant Kronkit, as he picked his way over to Stephen.

"Sgt, it's a faint, intermittent contact that is staying just out of our suit sensor range." The sensors on their suits were good, but rather rudimentary and they did not have any of the more sensitive snooper sets with them.

"Understood. Any sign of the colonists?"

"Negative. Our sensors aren't picking up any signs of life in the houses." They had been slowly moving through a residential area. Each house was dark and silent. They had checked the first dozen houses, but they were all empty with no signs of violence or the colonists. They had stopped physically searching each house, relying on their sensors to detect any life.

"Damn. It looks like we're too late and the UAs got them all."

Stephen was silent, waiting for orders. He could see Sgt Kronkit's beacon slowly flash with an antenna icon, indicating that he was communicating with their platoon commander, who was orbiting above them with First Squad.

"Third Squad, let's pick up the pace and see if we can catch the UAs and that sensor ghost."

The entire squad obediently stood and began to patrol forward, but at a quicker pace than before. Stephen could see Second Squad moving faster as well. He felt uneasy as they moved towards the unknown. He opened a private channel to Sgt Kronkit.

"Hey Sgt, I don't know if this is the smartest idea. We're pretty spread out from Second and we're almost running towards a sensor ghost. Do you think we're being lured into a trap?"

There was a short delay before Kronkit answered, "Yeah, I agree with you. I've already talked to the boss and First is loading into the drop boat. In five they'll be overhead and at that point they can be on the ground in thirty seconds."

Stephen was cheered by the news that the LT was taking the threat seriously. First was wearing full powered armor, unlike the unpowered armor that Second and Third Squads were wearing. Unpowered armor was good for recon, checking out buildings and had a good, general set of sensors. Powered armor was used for breaking things. Lots of things quickly. They generally were not used if you wanted to keep an area intact, like a friendly colony.

They rapidly moved through the residential area which slowly began to give way to light commercial buildings, suitable for a new colony.

"Hey, Sgt K, these buildings are proving to be resistant to our sensors. If we're going to get hit, this is the..."

In the distance, the whine of a Terran rifle was answered by the high pitched hum of lasers.

"Cover!" barked Sgt Kronkit.

The squad dispersed to the sides of the street, finding whatever cover was available.

"Contact!" screamed Pvt Johnson as scarlet icons blazed onto Stephen's HUD.

A swarm of low, misshapen bipeds swarmed around the corner to the front of the squad.

"Contact front, a dozen Goblins." Stephen made the report and his armor automatically routed the call to all the Marines. No one knew what the Goblins called themselves, but they were vaguely human-shaped, although few were taller than a meter. They were also ugly, with an uneven head, a small mouth filled with very sharp teeth, and two beady eyes on their bald head.

Stephen rose to a knee, keying on his rifle. His zip gun, or more formally known as the Mk56 Needle Rifle, was ready as soon as he brought it to his shoulder. A targeting carrot was automatically superimposed on his HUD and Stephen stroked the trigger. With a high pitched 'ZZZZZZ', three streaks of light flashed downrange and four Goblins fell. The Mk56 was unlike most modern infantry rifles in that it still fired projectiles. They were thin needles of depleted duertonium, but were given a plasma charge as they were accelerated down the zip gun's barrel. The benefit of this complex mechanism was to provide the energy burn of a laser with the penetrating power of a projectile. The thin, but heavy needles packed a punch and could easily punch through two or three Goblins.

As the threat to the front died, Stephen noted Goblin icons popping up on their flanks.

"Johnson, watch front. Berts, you've got left. Cron, you've got right. I'll maintain overwatch."

His fireteam reoriented themselves and began to engage any targets that appeared. The squad's firepower and discipline almost immediately knocked back the first wave of Goblins, but it was not all one sided as one friendly icon blinked yellow, signifying a non-lethal injury, but an unlucky Marine from their third fireteam strobed an angry scarlet.

A second wave of Goblins erupted from between the buildings, firing their lasers from the hip. Stephen's combat 'puter estimated 200 Goblins were filtering between the buildings to attack the Marines. He switched his grip on his rifle, palming the underbarrel grenade launcher. His HUD targeting carrot automatically adjusted the aimpoint and he rippled off the full clip into the Goblins.

Thump, thump, thump-thump-thump-thump PING!

The grenade clip automatically ejected and just as automatically, Stephen caught the clip, deposited it into his open dump bag, pulled a replacement clip out and inserted it into the rifle. The whole, well-rehearsed movement took less than 10 seconds.

The grenades, plus the fire from the squad, tore the heart out of the attacking Goblins and they faded back behind the buildings.

As the Goblin fire slackened around Third Squad, Stephen eyed his HUD and noted that Second was having a tougher time. The scream of the drop boat flashing overhead meant that relief would be on the ground in seconds and his squad didn't need to immediately move to their relief. He watched with a critical eye as fifteen bulky silhouettes separated from the boat and rapidly dropped to the ground. Thirteen suits were from First Squad, the other two were LT Hunter and the Platoon Sergeant, Staff Sergeant Kerwalski. The blue glow of anti-grav marked each suit as it decelerated. He lost sight of them as they dropped behind the row of houses, but he could hear their suit weapons barking. Goblin icons started to rapidly disappear as the sound of explosives and hum gauss rifles floated over the air. Within a minute of the relief squad landing, there were no live Goblins on the battlefield. The drop boat made a couple of strafing runs to eliminate fleeing Goblins that had moved beyond the reach of the Marines.

The drop boat swung back around as the wounded were tended. They were loaded back onto the boat, which lifted and headed to rendezvous with the fast transport in orbit.

The two foot squads pushed forward and were backstopped by the armored suits. The LT was in their armor with First Squad and they directed the three squads in an efficient manner. There were a few scattered fights with small groups of Goblins, but for the most part their resistance had been broken. After finishing their sweep through the small village without finding any of the villagers, the platoon was picked up by the two drop boats. Second squad was the first to be retrieved, but Third was not far behind.

Back on the fast transport, the Marines trooped down to the armory to strip and clean their weapons. Once that was done, they shucked their armor, ran them through a battery of tests, replaced any worn or broken components, then washed and hung them to dry.

As Stephen was hanging up his armor, Berts approached him. "Hey, Corporal. Today really sucked. All those damn colonists gone, just like that." He snapped his fingers. "What are we going to do about it?"

"We? Lance Corporal Berts, we are not going to do anything about it. In time, I imagine HQ will send a battalion out to completely sterilize the area, then BuCol will send out a new group of colonists. This was supposed to be a quiet system, far from any raiders, so the colony wasn't given much to defend itself. I imagine the colony will have stronger defenses, maybe a bunch of retired Marines looking to claim a stake."

Berts looked satisfied with the answer and turned to finish cleaning his armor.

Only when their weapons and gear were taken care of did the Marines turn to clean themselves. When Stephen walked into the shower, Berts, Cron and Johnson were already under the showerheads. Johnson was soaping her voluptuous tits while Cron and Berts washed nearby. Cron lustfully soaped and stroked his erect cock next to a seemingly oblivious Berts, who was studiously washing himself.

When the three saw him walk in, they greeted him with a loud, "Third Herd in the house!" He chuckled and waved them away.

The squad's second fireteam was present in its entirety and unusually, was all female. They were huddled under a single showerhead, cleaning each other with a ton of giggles and grab-ass.

Stephen shook his head, hung up his towel and found an empty nozzle. He let the hot water run over his head to drip down his body, sluicing away the sweat and grime. 'Hollywood' showers were a luxury that were only allowed after a mission or as a singular reward, so it was a tradition to be enjoyed.

Another tradition was the relaxation of the fraternization rules that the Terran Marines were infamous for. Drops were extremely dangerous and the casualty rates were often very high. A party was authorized post-mission, once the clean-up chores were done. Everyone was allowed to participate, although there were always a few that chose not to. It was rare for any officer to participate, but it wasn't unheard of.

The three squad leaders, the platoon sergeant and the LT were off doing their hot wash, an informal post-mission debrief where they collectively made notes on what went right, what went wrong and how they could do better. On the morrow, the entire platoon would sit down for a formal debrief. But for now, it was time to get clean and blow off some steam and celebrate being alive, at least for one more day.

Marines from First Squad began to enter the showers, so Stephen shut off his faucet and walked towards where his towel was hanging. Johnson intercepted him, leading with her large, shapely tits.

"Corporal Stephen, leaving already? The shower party is my favorite part." She gave him a sultry, enticing look.

He grinned at her, "Why, Private Johnson, I didn't know that you needed some more cleaning."

"Oh yeah, I need a good lubing inside and out!"

"I can help with that, but I always preferred to do my personal maintenance somewhere... more discreet."

She sidled up to him, rubbing her impressive mammary glands on his chest. "All of our squad NCOs are here, the NCO hootch should be empty." [NCOs are Non-Commissioned Officers, Corporals & Sergeants, that supervise the junior Marines.]

"How can I say no to those sponges?"

"Are you calling my tits sponges?" She smiled at him to take the sting out of her words.

"Uh, no. Not at all."

"Ok, let's go."

They both went to grab their towels when an "ATTENTION ON DECK!" rang out. Every Marine popped to attention, with a few interesting results. Back in the showers, Berts straightened his legs and automatically grabbed the squirming Marine impaled on his cock, holding her tight to his body. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, but otherwise stopped moving.

As soon as the shout rang out, a quiet "At ease, no rank in the showers!" followed in a clear, rich alto voice. The Marines relaxed as the LT strode into the shower room. Stephen, near the towels and entrance, was the first to greet her.

"Ma'am, good afternoon."

"Claudius, what did I just say? No rank in the showers."

"Err, yes Ma..."

Behind him, Johnson was smirking.

"You may call me Joanna."

"Yes, Ma... Joanna. I guess some habits are hard to break."

"I guess so!" She started to remove her tunic, but paused when she noticed Stephen still standing there. "My stateroom shower unit never gets hot enough and after a few hours in battle armor, I need some really hot water to relax," she explained. "Up to now, I've put up with the lack of really hot water, but today, after the loss of all those colonists, I need a really, really hot shower." Her remark reminded Stephen that the LT was relatively new to the platoon and had only been with them for a few combat drops, most of which were routine and boring.

She removed her tunic and hung it on a hook, leaving her in a tight sports bra and trousers. The trousers quickly followed and Stephen felt a stir in his guts when her very tight, almost sprayed on boy-shorts were revealed. She had a fabulous, rounded ass that flexed when she moved, the product of long hours in the gym and in the field. She bent over slightly to fiddle with her hanging trousers, pushing her ass out at Stephen. He could see the imprint of her vaginal lips in the thin fabric of her boy shorts.

"I can clear out the Marines so you can have some privacy."

"Don't you dare, Stephen!" She straightened and turned to face him. "While I know that I will never be one of the 'boys', the rules are relaxed today for a reason. Now, it looks like you and Johnson were headed out, don't let me stop you."

Behind him, Johnson was cackling. The LT looked around Stephen with a raised eyebrow.

"Claudius?" screeched Johnson. "So that's why you would never tell us what the initial 'C' meant! Your parents must have not loved you too much!"

Stephen sighed, "It's an old family name."

"Apologies, Claudius, I didn't realize that you had not chosen to share your name." The LT looked apologetic and Stephen shrugged in return.

"No harm. If it gets out, I know who would need a lesson in pummelling." He glared at Johnson who looked back at him defiantly.

"Well, Claudius, I think that Johnson is waiting for her first lesson. Don't let me keep her waiting."

"Err, ok." Stephen didn't move.

At Joanna's raised eyebrow, Johnson hugged Stephen from behind and began to fondle his cock, which rapidly began to grow.

"I think, LT, that he's stalling and hoping that you'll finish disrobing before he leaves. You do have a tight, smoking hot body and I'll admit to wanting to see everything."

Joanna shrugged, "I wouldn't want to disappoint either of you." She grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it over her tits, then her head. Her breasts dropped with a satisfying bounce. They were full, not as large as Johnson's breasts, but they were perky, with small areolas and small, but erect nipples. She let them admire her breasts for a moment, then grabbed the waist of her boy-shorts and slowly pulled them down, to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of pubes covering her full, rounded labia.

She picked up her panties and hung it, with her bra, next to her tunic and trousers. She turned back to the two watchers and struck a pose, one leg cocked, her hands on her hips and her chest thrust out.

"And...?"

"He approves, LT, I could feel his cock twitching. As for me, I definitely approve. If I didn't have Claudius here, I'd hit it!"

"Thanks, Becky." Johnson glowed at the realization that the LT knew her first name too.

"Ok you two, go on. I'm going to get clean."

Stephen finally grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. He headed to the small room that the three Third Squad NCOs shared. The room was located next to the squadbay that the junior Marines all shared. It wasn't much, but at the moment it was empty and they had a little privacy. The room was small, with four bunk beds, two to a side. Four lockers, a shared desk and a small sink rounded out the furnishings.

Stephen pointed to one of the bottom bunks, "That's mine."

"I know." Becky had already dropped her towel and ripped Stephen's towel off of his hips. She took a moment to ogle his tall, trim form. He had long, ropey muscles, built for strength and endurance. Like all male Marines, he had a buzz cut and was clean shaven. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his tool into her mouth. He was completely hard within a moment and he sighed in appreciation as she swallowed his entire length. She sucked and licked his glans while stroking the base of his member. She stared up at him, making and holding eye contact as she swallowed his shaft until the tip touched her throat. She backed off slightly, then began to bob up and down his shaft. He groaned at her ministrations and then groaned in dismay when she popped off.

"Stephen, I want you to fuck me!" She rose to her feet, then turned away from him, shaking her ass as she moved to the small desk. "Bend me over and take me!"

Stephen laid a hand between her shoulders and gently guided her face down onto the desk, sweeping the contents of the desk onto the floor with his other hand. He kicked her feet apart and admired her ass and pouty pussy lips peeking out from between her ass cheeks. He decided to take a taste, so knelt down behind her, spread her cheeks with his hands and took a lick at her crinkled hole. She moaned at the unexpected sensation.

"Ohhhh, you dirty horn dog." She pushed her butt back to encourage his efforts. In reply, he pushed his tongue into her chute and wiggled it around. With one hand, he began to stroke the lips of her sex, drawing an excited croon from Becky.

"Stick your finger in me! I like both my holes being played with at the same time!" Stephen obliged her and slowly inserted a long finger, working it in and out of her vagina. He cocked his finger so that it curled away from him and found that fuzzy bundle of nerves within Becky. She reached down to rub her own clit and rapidly built to a climax.

"Oh, god yes, Corporal! Keep doing that!" She came when Stephen pressed another finger into her box, almost pushing his fingers out as she squeezed and flooded his chin with her juices. She collapsed onto the desk and Stephen had to catch her by the hips to prevent her from sliding to the floor. Once she was steady, he wiped off his face and pulled her upright. She turned into him and pulled his head down for a kiss.

"Damn, Corporal, that was pretty fucking good! I didn't know that you liked to eat ass!"

"Only the cute ones." Becky giggled and reached down to stroke his member, which was still erect and quivering with need.

"Mmmmm, what can I do for you?"

In response, he picked her up by the waist and deposited her to a sitting position on the desk.

"You can open your legs so I can fuck you."

She spread her legs and stroked her slit, inviting him in. He stepped between her legs and guided his tool to her slick pussy lips. He nuzzled the tip of his glands through her folds, wetting it. He then teased her clit before sliding lower and finding her opening. He slowly pushed in as she groaned.

"Oh, fuck! I've been wanting your cock for a long time! It feels every bit as big as it looks! Now fuck me hard!"

Stephen rapidly finished pushing into her until his pubes met hers. He then withdrew and set a furious pace. Becky began to moan as another orgasm built. She rubbed her clit, then spasmed madly as a huge orgasm took her. She flooded Stephen's crotch as she came. He stopped stroking in surprise, but she hooked her heels behind his ass and pleaded, "Please, keep fucking me!"

Stephen began to pummel her again, spearing her repeatedly. He felt own release building, "Fuck, going to cum!"

"Oh yeah, Corporal! Fill me with your baby batter! Test my implant, see if you can knock me up!"

With a roar, Stephen came, filling her with his warm seed. Feeling his ejaculate fill her, Becky came yet again, screaming as she shook as she orgasmed. She lay back limply on the desk while Stephen braced himself over her. After a few moments, he helped her down, then grabbed a towel (not his) and wiped up his ejaculate that dripped from her. Once she was clean, he guided her to his rack, retracted the rack above it to give them room, then lay down, spooning beside her.

She craned her neck to look at him, surprise evident on her face. "I thought you might kick me out after we finished."

"Now why would I do that?"

"Well, I was afraid when you were finished you'd get rid of me."

"Who said I'm finished?" Stephen reached around to cup a full breast. He nuzzled the back of her neck while he gently rubbed a nipple. Johnson turned so that she was laying on her back and could more easily see him.

"You know, the LT is pretty hot."

"LT Hunter?"

"Who else do you think I'm talking about?"

"Well, there's the Navy Lieutenants."

"They're all guys. Why would I tell you that they're hot?"

"Maybe you were interested in them? Are you?"

"Corporal, you need to stop trying to change the subject. The LT is hot and she has a smoking hot body too. And you know what?" She didn't wait for him to answer, "She has a thing for you. If you had made a move on her in the showers, she might have gone with you."

"What? Private, it's still illegal to smoke weed. Do I need to have you tested?"

"Nah, Claudius." Stephen shot her a nasty look that she returned with a smirk. "The way she was looking at you and the way she bent over and stuck her ass out at you? She was sending signals. Some grunts are just too thick-headed to notice."

"You think so?"

"Yes, trust me. Women notice these things."

"You're not trying to set me up?"

"You're my team leader, if I fucked with you that way, what would you do to me?"

"Probably have you clean the waste recyclers for the next month until I could find a Goblin or bug to slag you."

"There, you see? I like my skin intact. Besides, you've done a good job taking care of the three of us and we wouldn't want to fuck that up."

She reached down between them and grasped his limp dick. She stroked it gently and it began to swell. "Hmmm, it feels like someone might be getting ready for round two?"

She slipped down and took his member in her mouth. She licked and slurped on it until it was fully erect.

"Unless you want to take your spear and see if the LT is willing to dance with you?"

Stephen reached down and pulled her up until her face was just over his, "No, I've got a sure thing right here. You're a pretty goddamned sexy yourself and a damn good fuck. Your tits are better than the LT's anyways."

"Bigger, maybe. Did you see her tits? Those were so fucking perky and her nipples were just perfect. I wanted to give them a taste!"

Stephen just smiled at her as he grasped her ass and kneaded them gently. She began to moan and he slipped one hand further south until he could gently finger her slit. She began to grind her clit on his dick as he massaged her nether region. Becky flipped around, facing away from Stephen, then fisted his cock and angled it back. She slowly sank to meet it and when it was in place, she slowly sank down on it, taking his entire cock in one, slow stroke. They both groaned at the sensation as she began to move on his dick. She was soon riding him frantically, her ass cheeks slapping on his thighs. She worked her own clit as Stephen watched her ride him. He could see his member piercing her pussy, her lips gripping his cock as she rose above him.

Stephen was rapidly approaching his climax and wanting her to finish with him, he pushed a finger into her crinkled star. This set her off and with a wail, she came on his cock. He was soon firing ropes of cum up into her. Becky began to collapse on top of him, so he pulled her back to rest on his chest. As cock eventually slipped out of her and he shifted them both until he was spooned up behind her again. She quickly began the steady breathing of one deeply asleep. Stephen grabbed a sheet and covered them both, thinking about the mission, the lost colonists, the casualties they had taken, the deliciously curved woman sleeping next to him, and the cute enigma that was the LT. Not having any answers, he soon followed her into sleep.

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Well, I hope that this was enjoyable. This story was something that has been bouncing around in my head for some time, so I finally put it down on (electronic) paper. I'll try to have another chapter out in a couple of weeks.

Any feedback is always appreciated!