Virgin Squad
Sex. Sex was the only thing on Private Arran Gunnar's mind. He crushed his wife's body to his drinking her in, taking as much as he could from her. As he did she looked down, kissing his shoulders, teasing him. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, unable to resist any longer.
She broke their kiss for only a moment shutting the door from their two year old son, and then it was back to it.
Later on, thoroughly pleasured and exhausted, Arran lay on his back as Kiela sat on the edge of the bed, holding her blouse together with only one hand. Arran found it tough to focus on her words, distracted by her ample chest and long legs.
"I'm going to miss you. I can't be without you," Kiela said, sliding onto her stomach, propping her head up on her hands. She looked up to him, with sapphire eyes, that, if anything, was the thing he found most beautiful about her. There were a lot of other things. "Please," she said, choking on the words in her throat, "Please-,"
"Don't worry, baby. I'm coming home." Arran spoke words to the one he loved with every fiber of his being. He had been honest with her for as long as he could remember, and for once, he wasn't sure he could keep his promise. I'll damn well try. He thought to himself.
Kiela's head dropped as her hands outstretched to the pillow. Her face buried into the duvet, as she started to shake. Arran pulled his hand out from under the back of his head, reaching over and lifting her chin up and looking her in the eye. Tears stained the sides of her striking visage. From his face, she could tell he was extremely concerned for her. Ever since their marriage two years ago, he had been nothing if not the ideal husband. But that was going to change, soon.
The only thing that had driven Kiela away for a short time after meeting him was his family. It was a long time ago; she had only been about twelve at the time.
She'd come to his house, looking to call on him and find out if he would like to got out for the day. As she stepped in, she'd asked his father to call his name. Arran had stepped into the hallway, wiping the dark, near-solid grease off his hands. He'd been working on his droids again. She smiled and he smiled back, she quickly glanced up and down his solid body, not failing to notice the tight shirt he was wearing. He turned and walking the opposite direction to clean off.
The hallway was dimly lit, and reeked of liquor. There were red tiles, and pale blank walls. His father was much taller than her, effortlessly six feet tall, and wore a shabby leather jacket. It was a insipid yellow, with orange sleeves. He was balding, with noir hair along the edges. He was slightly overweight and was not shaven. Thank god, he didn't look anything like Arran. It was his wife though, that distracted her.
His mother had a black eye, and bruises up her arms, which were currently crossed. She stood hesitantly, submissively. Kiela felt compassion for the abused wife, who was only there because she was caught at a wrong time. Kiela looked into her eyes, and saw something that scared her more than anything else had before: She saw a broken woman. Kiela reached out tentatively to comfort the woman who was obviously distraught.
Arran's father had stopped Kiela from her efforts, pushing her backwards and towering over her in a sudden fit of anger. Before she could react, she was stunned and crossed her arms defensively, terrified. But, he kept advancing forcing her backwards, as she felt the wall. Her escape ran out.
"You, y, you com'ere to judsh ush? Huh?" slurred words had spewed out from his Father's mouth, the stench of alcohol polluting the air.
Arran's father raised his hand coming down to strike her, but a muscular arm stopped its intended path. Arran stepped between the two, using his left arm to push his dad back and the right to guide Kiela from door. He viciously forced his father backwards advancing on him aggressively. He was a little shorter than his father, but his presence was forcibly felt. While they had been best friends since they were mere infants, it was the first time she'd ever been to his house. This oddly occurred to her, his evasion of it had a lot to do with his humiliation of his family.
While they had been close for their entire life, the next words had shaken her to the core. His forfeit of his father.
"You will leave," Arran snarled, rage and fury running off of him as he remained, protectively in front of her. He stood taller, ready for any resistance his father would put up. "And never return."
They locked eyes, tension so thick; it threatened to suffocate all those in the room. Silence, piercing, deafening silence persisted throughout the entire house. Arran and the man stood hostile towards each other, father against son. Arran remained planted, with no hints of leaving her vulnerable. She took comfort, edging tentatively up against his back. After what seemed hours, his father broke the stare, submitting to his son. His father had complied, reluctantly leaving on that day everything he had once been included in. Leaving his son, leaving his wife, leaving his life behind.
Arran was fourteen.
After that, Arran had never mentioned that incident once, and she'd tried to get him to talk about it, but she only received harsh words as he flew the dispute. She stopped after he had put a hole through the wall of their kitchen.
Shortly after the hallway incident, he and his mother had been required to move from their relaxed home on Talus. Arran attended the same school as her, and it'd been that moment in the hallway, that she found out she'd loved him. Through all of secondary school, Kiela and Arran had been inseparable, only leaving their sides for minutes at a time. Friends had said they'd known they'd be married since the moment they saw the two. They both thought, Arran and Kiela that they would be together eternally.
The wedding, a simple ceremony had taken place only a few days after Arran's graduation from the Corellia Medical Institution. Only close family and friends had been involved. It had been perfect.
For two years, bliss had been upon them, living off the coast on Corellia. Arran had found a job working for a medical center, saving lives everyday. From this he was able to both support Kiela and his mother as well. They had everything they could want, a house, food, and each other.
Then had been blessed with a beautiful baby boy, whom they had named Taon.
This life, unfortunately, was not meant to be. A war was brewing on the edge of the galaxy, and the senate had told the citizens that Corellia was high on the Mandalorian's priority list. Message after message, poster after poster, rally after rally were held in squares all across the world. Recruiters could be found on every corner. Pressure was mounting on any men and women able to fight and it threatened to crush everything they had worked so hard to make. Her family had refused to talk to him, after they found he hadn't joined the effort as soon as he heard about it, causing Kiela enormous distress.
It was only after the wounded were flown in to Corellia Medical Center that Arran had signed up, though Kiela had protested adamantly. She had cried, slapped him, screamed, and left him for a short while, before realizing she could not be without him. All the time he had been a rock, taking all the abuse she threw at him, both figuratively and physically, and remained her anchor to reality. He had never pushed her away, never, once laid a hand on her and had been faithful through the whole of the four months before he was to be shipped out.
Eventually, she had returned, with tears in her eyes, realizing that he was going to go and do what he believed in. She had discovered one morning it was herself she was afraid of, and vowed never to be that selfish again. They had both come to terms with where he was going, and what he was doing, and they both found it for the best.
Which brings us to the last day together, and the last of her Arran would have for a long while.
"Did you hear me? I'm coming back, OK?" Arran looked at Kiela, and lowered his head maneuvering it until he caught her eyes. He brought them up and watched as she nodded slowly.
"OK." Kiela reluctantly said.
Arran leaned forward and locked her in a deep, passionate kiss pulling her into him. She arched her back kissing the only man that could make her toes curl. Breaking the long silence he rose from the bed, pulling clothes on. No, no clothes, she thought, a uniform. He walked out, fully dressed. She knew already where he was headed.
Arran walked down the short, badly lit hallway, reaching the pastel colorless door with Taon engraved in it. He gradually opened the door, sliding it open, and approached the infant.
Arran kneeled on the side of the crib, looking over his only child. A surge of both pride, and dread rushed through him, the realization came over him. He looked at his son, one, of the two things that kept him going every day. One of the things that kept him loving life. He leaned forward, and brushed a light kiss on the baby's forehead.
"You stay tough you hear me?" he said softly. "You keep your mother in line," Kiela laughed lightly at the doorway, tears falling down her face. "And you're the man of the house you hear?" He stopped talking, choking up, and couldn't go on again.
He bowed his head, a tear falling onto the side of the crib. Kiela rushed to his side, slipping her arms around him. They stayed there until the doorbell went. Arran turned and grasped his wife to him, never wanting to let go. He leaned forward, catching her lips and pulling away only after the bell had rung the fourth time.
"I love you,"
"I love you too." With a kiss, Arran left.
Private Arran Gunnar, Class Medic, 2nd squad, 207th.
Taris was a bustle of activity, ships crossing its surface at mind blowing speeds. The sun was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds, and the silver peaks of the many skyscrapers stood dim. The Lower City was no exception to the daily workings and rush. It was shadowy, and musty, with a revolting odor spreading through the air.
This section of the Under City was a shadier part of the entire planet. With the constant gang wars, and outbreaks of violence, greed made it a hazardous place to live. The Beks, however, provided a safe haven for an odd assortment of aliens and dirt poor humans. Criminals, humans mostly, were banished to a dissimilar tier of living that the others of their species were used to. However this base offered to its residents a place were they could get certain amount of companionship and an opportunity to make their semi-doomed lives less damned.
Of all the species in the galaxy to be, a female, young, attractive Twi'lek was the worst. Sexual references and innuendo had been a large part of this one's life. One thing stopping it all from taking over, her friend, and guardian, the person approaching her table right now.
Mia had been sitting patiently in the bar for almost an hour now, with nothing to amuse her, except the current battle of wits between a light blue Twi'lek, and her very large Wookie companion. She was barely a child, at the most a mere eleven years of age, but the carpet was watching over her with unwavering air of defensiveness. Just a few minutes ago, another Twi'lek, green this time, had arrived and left quickly, dropping a stash of money with the kid. Probably her pimp, she said to herself gently, with heartbreaking sadness. She herself, had no one with her currently, but her lover was approaching now. Her heart rose up into her throat as she saw his broad shoulders and powerfully built figure coming to her. His blue lekku, hanging loosely down his chest- he shook her from her gawking as he sat down.
"Mia," he said, leaning in to kiss her.
"Grim-," Mia's words were cut short by Grimmy's lips. Grimmy finally pulled away, reluctant to say the least and looked over the stunning pink Twi'lek in front of him. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid eyes on. He silently vowed that he would not let anything happen to her where they were going. He swore on his life, no harm would come to her in the war that was coming.
"Grimmy," Mia said with a smile on her face. The dark blue Twi'lek took a seat in the chair beside Mia. He slid his hand across and hers wrapped tightly around his. He thought back to how it had all started, with the lying, deception, stealing and the thirst for power that had driven them to where they were now.
"I love you Mia, and I'm sorry." Grimmy said, bowing his head. Mia released his hand and cupped his cheek, directing him to look at her.
"Don't apologize. It wasn't you fault. Things work out like they were made to." Mia said softly.
They sat like that, next to each other in a planet considered by both to be hell. What they didn't know, was that hell was just about to begin.
Grimmy heard a beeping from his pocket, as the data pad rang out in a depressing tone. He lightly kissed the top of her head, wishing he didn't have to rouse her. Lekku wrapped, and intertwined with his, he slowly unwound them and rose.
"Mia, we-, we have to leave, they're coming now." Grimmy said in a hushed tone, wishing that they had never signed that goddamn waver. But, there was no getting out of it now. No matter how much they wanted to.
Grimmy stood, looking down on her pink form, and opened his mouth to add another sorry to the long, long list. He was shut up as Mia spoke again
"It's alright, we'll be together, and we'll be fine." She rose and pressed a finger to her lips. She kissed Grimmy deeply, pressing her body to his.
Neither wanted this moment to end, for fear of what lay ahead. Not that either of them would ever admit it, the future scared the hell out of both of them, and the only prayer that left their lips for the past days were ones for each other, just hopes and dreams that they would stay together forever.
Private Mia Lyansee, Class Marksman, 2nd squad, 207th.
Private Grimsad 'Grimmy' Dellavries, Class Spotter, 2nd squad, 207th.
The Steel Raven shook violently, entering Onderon's atmosphere at incredible speed, determined to get the crew to location defensive base 1B45, -1246, 1694. The crew was the new members of 2nd squad.
The 'trio' from boot sat together, strapped tightly to the seats each of them occupied. Arran sat next the his new best friends he had met in Republic Forces boot camp, both Twi'leks from Taris, Mia and Grimmy. Across from him sat the new members of their new unit. There were two Zabraks that all of them knew from training. They, apparently, were two of the tightest buddies anyone had ever seen. So close, that their names were pronounced as one, 'DoubleDandAnak." Double D, obviously was a nickname given to the taller of the two, the one with the deep blue tattoos. The name must reflect something, and Arran grinned to himself, hurting his jaw with the tight band coming down from his helmet.
Arran then looked at the other Zabrak, Anak. He had yellow tattoos, and was shorter than his counterpart. He was thicker than the other, more burly. They both wore identical profession badges, identifying them as 2nd Squad's commandos.
Private Tycor 'DoubleD' Philps, Class Commando, 2nd squad, 207th
Private Anak- Dur Kipping, Class Commando, 2nd squad, 207th.
They were just about to get to know each other, as a tall, black human returned from the holo-room. He was done sending his visual letter home and motioned to Arran to go and do his.
Arran rose, and noticed the man's identification badge.
Pfc. Avery Williams, Class Rifleman, Combat Advisor, 2nd squad, 207th
Obviously he would be second in command, to the guy they all were about to meet.
Arran rose, lightly hi-fiveing Grimmy and Mia released his forearm as he went to tape his message.
He entered the dark room, with one camera and an attractive female human manning the computer. He didn't notice the glance he received and sat on the chair provided, sweating, not knowing what to say. He pulled a piece of paper from one of his many pockets
The light came on and he looked into the camera.
"K- Kiela, hey baby, it's me." He said, unaware of the tears welling up into his eyes, "We're shipping off now, to Onderon, but don't be scared, the wounded from Iridonia, were only from the first two planets in the system. It'll be a while before they reach us. Say hi to Taon for me."
He dropped his head, running his hand through his hair.
"I'm- I'm," Arran, choked up, and stopped talking.
He drew a deep breath, deciding to go through with the first thing that came to mind.
"I'm scared, baby. We all are, I just met the new people in my unit, Mia and Grimmy. They were going to get married like me and you, but couldn't. We've been on the flight for hours now, and us three haven't said a word to the others.
Arran paused, realizing he'd gotten off-track.
"I, I just want to be there with you, but I know I can't." He looked up now, hair a tangled mess and looked into the lens. His already tanned skin, seeming darker on camera, and his long hair frayed; deep rings hung under his eyes, due to the sleep-deprivation training thrust upon them.
Arran took a deep breath, stopping his shaking hand, and steadied the paper, which actually was a piece of cloth taken from his rifle cleaning kit. On it bore the words he'd come up with in a last-ditch effort to express what thing were like in this hell hole.
"We're going to fight, and the thing is, baby, we're not warriors. We're not the best of the best, and we don't live for battle. We're not elite, or exceptional, and the war doesn't depend on us. We don't individually determine the outcome of any battles, and no one expects us to do anything single-handedly. The leader at base said half of us would die by the end of the month." Arran let out a dark, depressed laugh. "Thing is, baby, we're not war machines, or warriors. We're people, nothing more nothing less; we're just people with guns. We're the grunt soldiers, the mass that makes up the army. We're people trying to protect what we believe in. We're average people; we're me, and you. We're me and you, with one slight twist: we're going into the greatest voyage of our lives. We're going to fight, and we're going to damn well try and win."
Arran looked into the camera again, graveness overtaking his features.
"Remember, baby, we're just people, and we're not warriors, we're just people, people desperately fighting to live for tomorrow."
Arran looked up, and the transmission ended. The attendant wiped the tears from the impassioned speech that was just given. Arran rose, and dried his eyes, returning to the crew transport area, nearly falling from the turbulence. He saw Mia grip Grimmy's hand tightly and he took his seat beside her.
Anak looked up at the quiet, depressed rejects he was going to have to fight a war with. He spoke, trying to lighten the mood.
"We're into it now eh?" He said, smiling. Solemn stares glared right back at him as he leaned back awkwardly into his chair.
A voice came over the intercom, causing all eyes to rise.
"Brace yourselves troops, we're landing."
OK so, now A/N: Roots is giving me a lot of trouble, so I just thought of this plot, and it fell together on paper. I thought it'd be really cool if we could get a good look at the grunt force squads that make up the majority of the army, people like you and me. So there it is, we're going to discover Grimmy and Mia's past, and meet DoubleDandAnak throughout and Avery is going to play a big role. Also, character ideas are welcome! Thanks to all those who follow Roots, and I will continue to update that as soon as I get a chance X.X
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This is a warning, the language will be bad, especially once we meet the Sgt., so please, I'll try keep it down, but it is war people.