Aliesha had been determined to get this particular assignment since she had been recruited to the Balthazar, the most superior battlecruiser in the Imperial fleet. She had been determined to make her parents proud, despite the fact that she didn't follow her parents into politics like they wanted her to.
Being awarded this opportunity to raise the next generation of Imperial soldiers was the highest honour a woman in the service could achieve, higher than that of commander. She had earned this right through combat, finally after years of dedication she would get her reward. She knocked on the door labelled
Commander
Brysnok and waited.
"Come in," the deep voice from the other side of the door commanded.
Sweat beaded over her body at the command, Commander Brysnok was the most respected man in the service, he had sired six soldiers, two of which having their own commands. He would decide if she was worthy of this honour, Aliesha opened the door and stepped in.
"Sit down Captain, we have a lot to discuss," said Brysnok as she stepped into the room. The door swung shut behind her as she sat down on the seat in front of his desk. His Russian heritage of icy blue eyes and pale blond hair gave him a foreboding visage, one that was used to terrify new recruits, to find who was worthy of their ship.
"I've been reviewing your combat reports from Ibrion VII, your tactical decisions were pivotal on holding our position on the planet. As I have conferred with other commanders, they agree that you are suitable for the program. This is something that every woman that is approved for this program must consider. When you choose your partners, remember it is permanent. You cannot change your mind once you have made your decision."
It was a struggle to stay at attention, the commander approved her, she was going to be part of the program riotous emotion flooded her, her long held ambitions would be achieved at last.
"What the other commanders found impressive was your age, the average age of approved candidates is four years older than your age of 26, and the fact that you were born on the commerce planet Illyrium Prime."
"Yes sir, my parents are part of Illyrium Prime's senators on the Imperial council, I didn't want to be a senator. I wanted to prove myself without their influence, this was the best way I could achieve that goal," fire burned in her eyes, hot determination reflecting in them.
Brysnok smirked, "You will be perfect for this program. The gathering will be conducted in Training Hall A in two rotations, you will have as much time as you like to select your partners, do not rush it, Dismissed Captain."
"Yes sir." Aliesha got up from the chair and left the room, she could barely contain her emotions, she had been approved two years ahead of the time she had listed for her goal. Now she needed the perfect men to achieve the next phase. This would be the actual difficult part, nurturing her children to be the best they could be. There were rumours that the Commander was on the list to become the new Supreme Commander. It was another goal to aspire to, being a Commander, or mated to a Commander.
***
Now was the time to select her mates, her sleep rotation had given her time to pull together her officer shield, the briefing that every female soldier received on this topic was only the roughest, most ambitious men were chosen for this. She smirked she could handle any man, she was rougher than any she knew. She reached the training hall and pushed the doors open and stepped inside.
"Captain, come with me up to the stage unless you would like a closer inspection of the men," said a woman in medical uniform.
"The stage is fine Doctor," Aliesha deliberately used her most sexiest voice, it would make it easier for her to choose if some of the men were thrown off by her tactics. She followed the doctor up on to the temporary platform constructed at the front of the hall. The interior lights had been shut off and the room was lit with hanging amber lights illuminating each man individually.
Carefully she inspected each man dressed in combat fatigues, the eyes told her a lot about each man. It was easier then she thought it would be to narrow down the list of men, she wondered how long they had been assembled here, waiting for her. The men were nervous, subtle muscle ticks, clenching muscles. Her eyes getting closer to the front of the room, the tension tightened in her body, she knew she was close to finding the right man.
The front rows held the best men, the ones that didn't move a muscle, until she came across two standing next to each other as if they were opposites but tightly bonded, one with darker toned skin and pitch black hair, the other standing next to him, brown hair with blonde through it and golden skin. She could feel it in their statue like posture, the steel in their eyes. She wanted a closer look, she was all but sure of her choice, but only the men for her children would do.
She stepped down from the stage, and walked past the men in the front rows, tension burning from the men there. She knew many wouldn't be paired it was an unfortunate thing, there just wasn't enough women like her, she came to a stop in front of their row and slowly walked down, heat and anxious tension burned around her. She came to a stop in front of her dark one, now in front of him, he stood rigid. Not giving anything away except for the dark flush creeping up from under the collar of his black undershirt.
To herself she smirked, he was aroused, her presence invoked such a primal response thrilled her, even with the heat and the faint musky scent coming from him she couldn't find any hint of real anxiety. Her eyes continued to drink in his well-built form, he was one of the most impressive men she had seen. She silently moved to his right and observed her golden one, his hair intrigued her. Tawny brown with golden blonde strands emerging in seemingly random areas, she almost couldn't restrain the impulse to smirk as a red flush travelled up his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. Her eyes travelled down his body absorbing the sight of his tightly packed muscles.
She looked up to see a bead of sweat roll from his brow and drip off his face, even after this close scrutiny their breathing patterns hadn't changed and their bodies remained as rigid as they had been when she first spotted them. Slowly she made her way back to the stage, her body was churning with the urge to claim her men. It was over she had found her mates, her skin burned at the thought of what was to come. Soon back on the stage she looked out at the group of men, most of them needed more restraint or they would never be selected. But she had made her choice, she looked over to her men and pointed at both of them.
***
It was over; finally she had picked both of them. Marcus couldn't believe his luck; it couldn't have gone any better than it had. He looked over at his best friend and let a big grin split his face. Out of all the years of service they had together, this had been the most nerve wracking experience; the hardest time had been when she was standing only inches from him her eyes boring into him. The hot flush of unexpected arousal had almost thrown him off and given her an excuse to not pick him. But the worst was over, now he would get to experience what the one man in his unit described as if the holy flames of Balthazar raged through your blood.
Aliesha watched as her men approached, they moved with silent grace. More than what she expected from their powerfully defined bodies.
"I am Doctor Grace and I will be monitoring your progress to ensure everything flows the way it should. These are mandatory precautions to prevent incidents that have occurred in the past. Follow me, your new living quarters have been assigned," the doctor pushed the doors open and stepped out.
It was finally happening she was going to be mated. Unlike most of the women who enlisted, she was determined to have this. She could already feel the heat from her two partners radiating from them, she was anxious for this to begin.
***
Burning tension flared throughout his body as he watched his mystery woman in front as they went to their new living quarters. Aaron wanted to speak, but he knew that wasn't a possibility, ever since leaving their home planet with Marcus years ago he hadn't felt this nervous. Walking through the familiar corridors of the ship felt somehow much different now. They were moving through the bigger corridors, men and women turned and stared at them as they passed. Knowing where they were going, it fired the tension burning in his blood hotter.
Soon they stopped in front of a door, "This will be your new home, your personal effects will be transported here after your... initiation." The doctor pulled a bottle out of her coat and opened the lid and emptied three dark orange pills from the bottle and then placed it back into her pocket.
"Take one each when you're ready to begin, I will be monitoring to ensure the process goes smoothly." The doctor handed Aliesha the pills then continued up the hall.
Aliesha smirked holding the dark orange pills and pressed the door switch, sliding it open and stepping inside.
They followed her inside with the door sliding shut behind them, "Hello boys, I am Captain Aliesha Brewer of 1st Battalion, I was born on Illyrium Prime."
"I am Captain Marcus Marzaroli of 3rd Battalion, I was born on Balthor VI."
"I am Lieutenant Aaron Calzolari of 3rd Battalion, I was born on Balthor VI, we were recruited for the Balthazar as soon as we were old enough to enlist."
