New series. I've done Fantasy and Modern stuff so naturally the distant future was the ideal setting for this one. Dunno how long this one will be, most likely will be as long as I want until I run out of ideas/I get bored of the characters. Also, expect limited sex in this one, its more of a world building chapter. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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The year was 2400. The Human race had found out that they were not alone on their own planet, the reveal of the Elven race throughout the world opened up many opportunities for them both, especially for humanity, who enjoyed the scantily clad men and women; all whom looked irresistible to the normal eared people of the world.
The harmonious relationship between the two races reached new heights when they found the archaeological discovery of the century: That the dinosaurs were not originally of this world. Finding an almost fossilized spaceship, Humanity and Elven-kind realised that they should look to the stars to advance their community. And thus began the expansion, and the inclusion of both races into the Universal Congress (A place where all races across the universe come together to discuss and vote on all kinds of topics)
Since then, Earth has been faced with an unknown volume of threats which usually could lead to total destruction...To combat these threats, 10 giant space stations were constructed in orbit, designed to house elite soldiers and defense systems to prevent these cataclysmic occurrences from happening and harming the home planet of Human and Elven races.
One such space station was the Starship Valentine. Spherical shaped with metal rings looping around the center sphere, it was large enough to house hundreds of thousands of people. On this elegant and beautiful piece of futuristic architecture is where this story of sex, scandals and lust begins.
"Stand at attention!" A loud booming voice of a middle aged man rattled across the large white room, blue beams of light spreading across the floor giving an atmospheric navy glow to the room. The voice ordered a large group of men and women, roughly 100 people stood up straight, chins up and arms crossed behind their backs. They stood in their uniforms, long sleeved white jackets with blue piping around the wrists and neckline for the men; a simple pallet change of purple for the women. A black metallic zipper along the left side of the coat which ran all the way down to the bottom of the uniform. Over their hearts was a small silver medal with a number 2 engraved into the center of the metal; Simple trousers were worn over the legs for the men, and for the women white pencil skirts with black stockings were mandatory.
The loud booming voice belonged to a burly man in his 50's. He had dark skin and short graying hair. His face showed a lifetimes worth of stories of battle and war; a large scar across his left cheek was striking to those who where looking at him for the first time. He carried a constant scowl across his face, eyebrows bent to show a look of anger and disgust of the current batch of soldiers who stood scared in front of him.
He started to pace left to right, his feet loudly slamming into the flooring as he spun on point and retraced his steps. He focused his only good eye on the faces of the people he was stood in front of (his other eye was covered with a large black eye patch). The mans uniform was similar to the others, only his coat was worn and ripped in many places. The handle of his zipper was broken and the colour faded, it was clear that he refused to have newer gear made for him. The only thing which looked new was the medals over his heart.
They shone brightly, so much so that if the scar across this large mans face was not the first thing you locked eyes with, the medals over his heart would easily be the second.
"I see a lot of pretty boys and girls here." He spoke, still scowling at the row of very scared people. He stopped in front of a tall man, in his mid 20's. His face was smirking arrogantly. Much like the older man said, he was handsome, almost like a model rather than a soldier to protect the Earth.
"I hate pretty boys. They're soft, easily broken." He leaned forward and stared into the eyes of the younger man. He stared back, still smirking at him. Behind his back he clutched his hands as hard as he could, holding back his fear.
"What's your name maggot?"
"Troy." The young man spoke, voice slightly cracking under the pressure.
"You wouldn't last 30 seconds against the Zyno horde." He spoke with hate in his voice, spit flaring from his lips and onto Troy's face.
"Those bastards will tear your limbs apart and eat them while you watch helplessly. Think you'll be able to get into the pants of your comrades if you can't walk or touch them?"
"S-Sir?" He panted, sweat beading down his brow as he stammered.
"Fuck you Troy." The older man spat, leaning back to start pacing once more.
"You're not 1st Tiers anymore Fuckers. No more kiddie gloves. You're on the second tier of the Valentine now. You are on call. All day. Every day. You are the dogs of war now. If Earth is invaded by pirates, you will be the first to drop and hold them back. If sea creatures rise up from fucking Atlantis to take back their planet...You can be damn sure I'm booting your asses out of here and down to the water to keep them from killing your families." The crowd of 100 begun to look scared. Back on the first tier of the Valentine they were treated like the future prospects...it was true what the guards who protected the elevators to the upper tiers of the space station said; Tier 1 was like the shallow end of a swimming pool. the upper floors separate the boys and girls from the men and women.
"YOU. ELF GIRL." He boomed whilst pointing at a short brown haired elven woman, standing a few rows from the handsome Troy. She stood up straight and held her chin up to the correct stance.
"Sir yes sir!" she called loudly.
"Do you think Troy is a pretty boy?!" The old man moved toward her and leaned his face toward her, so close he could feel her heavy breaths of fear on his cheek.
"S-s-sir?"
"You heard me girl, do you think Troy is a pretty boy? do you think you would dirty your knees under him after hes brought you a few drinks from the recreational facility?!"
"Sir no sir!" She cried out, eyes staring straight forward at the doors behind him.
"Don't lie to me girl you'll be sucking his dick like a baby sucks its mothers teet as soon as I turn my back! I bet he won't be too happy if your pretty face has been torn to shreds by a Oloid. I bet he would-"
"Captain." A stern womanly voice sounded behind him. The elf girl was crying, staring in the direction of the voice. Standing in the doorway was a woman. She waked into the room and rested one hand on her wide hip. The men instantly locked their gazes at the woman. She was breathtaking. Her face pale and radiant; long purple hair flowing down past her shoulders. She wore little makeup, only to try and cover small scars which even high tech removal operations could not erase; as well as a light pink gloss on her lips. On her pointed elf ears where silver studded earrings. Her uniform was pristine and new, medals shined brighter than the captains. her uniform clung to her curvy body, jacket stretched significantly over her chest, more than any other girl in the room. Her pencil skirt was much shorter than the others, stopping only at the bottom of her thighs.
She smiled as the captain grunted and stepped back. She approached the group. sending a warm smile across the heads who stared at her.
"I apologize for our captain. He can get excitable when Tier 1's graduate." She snapped her fingers as a white light formed in front of her hand. She studied the light as it dimmed showing a square hologram with a long list of names. She looked over it quickly, eyes darting from the hologram to the group, then back to the captain who scowled at them all, wanting to rip into them like a rabid dog.
"So, first of all. Welcome to the real deal. As I am sure Captain Rays has said; you must always be ready for a fight. Earth is always open for attack, and it is our job to defend it. Your training when you were on the first tier taught you the fundamentals of survival and combat. But you must learn from every battle. That is how you become a 3rd tier, If you get that accolade you get to go up a floor, as well as the tiers below. I've read all your files, I know most of you are strong enough to achieve this. If you do not know me, I am Angela Bishop, senior investigator of the Valentine. Think of me as your shoulder, I am always available for complaints, worries and even a casual conversation or two." She giggled and folded her arms under her large breasts. The men tried to hold back a smile, there was little better than hearing an attractive elven woman giggle.
"Now, I'm going to call you up one by one and hand you a code for your quarters. You will have a bed, desk, a Telecaller if you wish to talk to other people on the Valentine or anyone on Earth and other things of course. This will be your home unless you graduate to a 3rd tier...or if you die." She frowned slightly and cleared her throat. Turning toward the screen she begun to call names from the list. As the called people stepped up, they received a three digit number. They then walked toward the doors as they slid open to the entire city-sized floor of the second tier.
The room had started to empty as each graduate stepped up and received their number, those who had yet to be called got a glimpse of the futuristic paradise they were about to call home. Angela looked bored, taking short huffs of displeasure as she went lower and lower on the list. Captain Rays stood in the same spot, not moving an inch, only darting his one good eye to the people whom were being called up, to the large firm behind of the elven girl as she read the names; he, like many other men on the Valentine loved her in a short skirt, many of them wondered how she got something so tight over her curves.
"Willingham." She called out, looking up to see a young man relax and begin to walk toward her. She smiled in a friendly way as she prepared his number. As the handsome young man stepped up to her she looked up into his pretty aqua blue eyes. He was quite tall, with a head of hair the shade of a light brown. Angela quickly recognized the eyes of this man, and his attractive features.
"Here." She said as she motioned her finger from the hologram list and flicked her finger to him. A small shot of white light zoomed from her finger to his wrist, on which was a watch-like device. He smiled back to her and begun to walk off toward the entrance of the second tier of the Valentine.
What Willingham saw once he stepped through those sliding doors was nothing short of amazing. The main platform was huge and went on as far as the eye could see. Buildings towering high and bright with powerful lights. It seemed to go on and on as far as the eye could see. Noises and smells filling the ears and nose of Willingham as he stared in awe at the splendor of the city. A few members of the group whom he had just stood with where quietly talking to each other, hearing them both over the sounds of thousands of other citizens of the Valentine who were going about their daily business.
