The building behind the front line imploded in on itself, crashing to the floor blasting dust out into the streets. Earth was under attack yet again...this time France was the target. Soldiers from the space stations orbiting Earth were deployed in their thousands. The force from the Valentine were tasked with holding a extraction point which the alien force wanted. The ships which peppered the bright summery sky of the European country, getting attacked by friendly ships.
"D Unit do you copy?" Angela sat behind the front line, geared up in heavy battle armor; usually she would not be on the ground in the heat of battle, but a direct order from Captain Rays made it so. She called into her Wrist Device trying to contact one of the 26 groups of soldiers the Valentine deployed.
"Yes we copy. What's it look like where you are Bishop?" A voice replied from her wrist, she took a deep sigh of relief when she got the response; D unit was integral to the plan they had created to end the attack.
"We're keeping them well back, just need to keep them there for you to do your thing."
"Watch the mother ship ma'am, I heard you like fireworks." Angela turned her body from behind her cover, keeping her pistol in one hand poised to shoot when the enemy revealed itself. She darted her eyes across the long straight street which was covered in destroyed vehicles and debris from buildings which stray shots from ships struck them. She looked up to see the one ship which was larger than any other...long and rectangular it seemed to be made more of flesh than metal, it looked to her that it was alive rather than just a ship. It darkened the ground it overlooked, so much so that fighting the ground troops it deployed was difficult due to the shade it cast.
A loud cheer filled the street as the feeling of triumph filled the brave soldiers. Angela looked at it as a large black beam of light shot right through it from the distance. She grinned as another separate beam was cast through the mother ship, this time from the right of her. Fire and ear popping explosions erupted from the ship, slowly it descended head first down to the street below.
"Good work D Unit! Hit it with more!" She cried leaping in the air with joy, at that moment more black beams rocketed through the sky piercing the ship. The raucous army growing louder with their cheers. The ship blast open, sending debris blazing with fire through the sky.
"Watch that baby fall!!" The D Unit voice called enthusiastically over Angela's Wrist Device. She leaned her body back on a large slab of cement which blast off a small office building when the attack begun. She ran her fingers through her purple hair as her elven ears twitched, she was exhausted from the battle; Finally she could rest.
"LOOK OUT!" A soldier cried from behind her. Her eyes shot open as she fixed her gaze on the debris which was flying directly at her. She froze with fear as it grew closer and closer. It landed only a few yards from her, sending a blast of fire which engulfed her and everyone close to it...
The hospital wing of the Valentine is located in the northern area of the second tier, around near the entertainment district of the city. It was used to house injured crew members as well as those who were no longer living; the bodies of lost lives who awaited the standard send off by anyone who enlisted to defend Earth (A small speech by the Captain and released through the airlock to explore the endless journey of outer space.)
Angela Bishop slowly opened her eyes as she felt a cold force of air hit her face. She slowly moved her head around as her blurry vision begun to fade and everything became clear.
"Ah Miss. Bishop. You're finally awake..." A nurse sat beside her, examining a holographic image of her body, curves and measurements accurate to perfection. Angela groaned and felt a sharp pain in her stomach.
"W-what happened to me?" She spoke weakly to the nurse, one whom she recognized; It seemed the Captain had entrusted her rehabilitation to the best doctor on the Valentine.
"You don't remember?" The nurse replied.
"I was on Earth...an invasion?" The nurse nodded slowly.
"Anything else?" She responded after a few seconds of silence.
"There was a mother ship...it went down. Something hit me...all I can recall."
"Well Miss. Bishop I must say if you where just a human we would be giving you the sendoff by now...But as an elf, and a rather physically gifted one, you'll be absolutely fine. We didn't have to do much to fix your appearance...that elven magic made sure your skin was fine, we only had to grow your hair out which unfortunately burned off when the fire got to you."
Angela gasped and quickly touched the top of her head, she felt her hair, it was as silky and well kept as always. She signed with relief and sank her head into the fluffy pillow on the hospital bed.
"How long until I'm back on duty?" She asked spying the horde of get well soon flowers which cluttered the bedside table. She smiled at the sentiment which her comrades felt for her.
"I would say a week or so...what you need is rest to re-charge your batteries as it were. Just sit back and relax, try to think about other things than work."
"Have I been out for long?"
"Only two days." Angela's ears twitched at hearing her nurse. She was almost dead. What would have happened if she wasn't so lucky? She was just following orders, was it the fault of the plan which made her like this? Would she be on the streets like normal if she didn't listen to the rules...Angela let these questions dominate her thoughts for the next week. She contemplated many topics as the week drew closer and closer to a close.
"Why should I follow every little rule and order this place has...If I almost died then whats stopping other bad things happening if I was just a good girl and said yes sir to everything?" Angela muttered to herself, alone in the hospital wing. Everyone else she was healing with had left already, leaving her just to her thoughts. Her mind went back to that night she had with Wendy, slowly undressing each other as they explored their sexuality together under the gaze of the Earth and stars. She pressed her legs together as she relished in the memory, and what Wendy said during their time together
"This thing is almost as big as my brothers..." She had to know if Wendy was telling the truth. She sank down and pulled he covers over her head, slowly caressing her clit through her underwear.
"Come on. You should learn to use other weaponry." Mckayla stood over Will, holding a large wooden sword, she panted hard, sweat dripping down her face. Her blue hair was loosely tied into a bun, wearing a tight white tank top with black slightly transparent leggings. Around them were a small group of people who were taking lessons from the leader of the Valkyrie Squad. Will was putting up a good fight against her, but still could not keep up with the grace, speed and deadliness of the girl he had been with, whenever he was around her mind would usually wander to what he was hiding between his legs. She extended her hand to him; he took it and stood up. Looking at him she patted his shoulder.
"Out of the group you're definitely the only one who works me hard." She winked at him as the others in the group whispered to themselves; she heard them all, saying she had no clue how sexual it sounded and that it was a poor choice of words.
"Take a shower, you stink." She snapped at him sternly. Will nodded and saluted before starting towards the showers. As he approached, a shorter fellow with a shining bald head and long thick black beard stopped him by pressing his hand on his chest. The officer turned to him and gave an arrogant smile.
"Senior Investigator Bishop wants to see you in her office ASAP. Take a shower and go to her in uniform...whatever you've done its nice knowing you Wendy's brother." He moved away with a spring in his step; it was clear to Willingham that this guy got a major kick out of being the one who brought the bad news. Willingham was quite surprised; first of all he had no idea that Angela was back at work, it had been just under a week since she woke up, he expected her to be gone much longer, and secondly, what he did.
As he showered, hot water cascading down his face and body as the liquid cleaned him of the sweat he worked up during the sparring session, he thought what problem he caused. Could she have found out about Mckayla and him so quickly?
"She couldn't have, Mckayla disguises herself when she meets me." He thought to himself as he left the shower to dry off, the curiosity and slight worry which grew in his stomach was too much to handle.
Willingham stood outside the office of Angela Bishop. The burning emotion of worry had plagued him during his walk over, the girl on the desk proceeded with her work responsibilities without paying any attention to him. She flicked her finger across the holograms produced by her own Wrist Device, tapping on the screen paying her full attention to that. Willingham thought she was pretty cute, a skinny dark skinned elven woman with a striking chin. She pressed a button on the screen and muttered.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Is Private Willingham here?" The unmistakable alluring voice of the Senior Investigator originated from the screen. The assistant looked up at him with a vacant expression.
"Yes ma'am. Shall I send him in?"
"Immediately. And please make sure no one disturbs me until he leaves. I plan on grilling him for a while." Will blushed and his heart sank, it sounded like she knew of the casual fling he and Mckayla had. He was done for.
"You can go in now." The assistant sternly spoke to him. Motioning her head toward the door. He slowly turned toward the door which slid open with a silent woosh sound. He stepped inside the dimly lit room. He looked around Angela's office. It seemed harmless enough: a large plant on the far corner, the left wall was replaced with a huge glass pane which showed a perfect view of Earth and the Moon. Her desk was quite large, wooden like something you would see from one of the antique shops down in the city. Placed on the desk beside a few frames was a cube shaped machine.
"Come sit Private." Angela spoke from behind the desk. She sat on her chair, in uniform as she usually was; and like usual it was curve hugging, she sat with one stocking clad leg over the other as she started at the young man in front of her. Her heart raced faster than any moment before that. She had made sure to dust a bit of extra makeup across her cheeks and lips, including a deep black shade of eye shadow. She looked over done for a simple meeting with a Tier 2, but the rush of what she wanted to do today caused her not to care. He followed the order and moved to a comfortable seat opposite her. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand, she smiled and raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're looking nice today ma'am...I'm glad you came out of that accident ok."
"Thank you. I heard you took some minor injuries, I hope it won't affect your performance in your...activities." He shook his head, gripping the arms of the seat nervously.
"There's no need to be tense. I know when people are called to my office it means trouble. I actually called you here for some help." She stood up and crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up hoping he would admire her figure.
"Help?" He responded confused.
