A/N: I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but Alan and Christa are inspired by a GameFAQs thread that suggested the N7 Destroyer is like the N7 Demolisher's abusive boyfriend.
Interplanetary Combatives Training Academy, Rio de Janiero, Brazil
Alan, Christa, and I stood in line with 3 other officers at the armory to get our gear. Compared to IOC, none of us were that nervous. We'd finished training how to fight. Now we'd learn how to do it with style.
"Once you receive your class armor and weaponry, head outside, sit on the deck, and stand by for further orders." the armory chief droned at us.
"Hell yeah, a T5-V Battlesuit!" Alan grinned. "This thing's got a fucking missile launcher on the shoulder and a wrist-mounted grenade launcher."
"You wanna trade?" Christa joked. "All I got besides the standard armor is this Supply Pylon to carry around."
"At least you practically have unlimited ammo and grenades. What am I, a knight?" I half-heartedly activated the omni-shield I'd been given.
"The hell, brotha?" Alan asked incredulously. "I'd bet money on that thing saving our asses if we ever deploy."
"No pressure, though." Christa winked. The three of us trotted outside, Alan opting to tease Christa by snatching her Pylon and holding it above her head, just out of her reach. He eventually gave it back once we'd reached the briefing area, a large patch of dirt in front of a holoprojector. An uncharacteristically short Staff Commander marched out of the ICT headquarters building and hit the "on" button, displaying a massive N7 logo.
"Listen up, everyone! I'm Commander Costa, senior instructor here at ICT. First off, despite the location, you are not N7s, nor are you even shooting for an N1 indicator. You ain't special. There are six of you here at the moment is 'cause every group is on a different schedule. The only reason you are here is because the Joint Military Council, in all their infinite wisdom, likes what they've seen in the performance reports of N operatives and wish to give regular infantry-that's you-the opportunity to use the more cutting-edge gear in the Alliance arsenal. As such, you can forget about all that high-speed stuff you see in the vids like zero-gravity combat and jetpack flying. Your first exercise will be a simulated ground assault on a batarian bunker. You'll deploy in a Kodiak shuttle. Secure the area, then eliminate all hostiles and deactivate a distress beacon inside to signal for extraction. Your Destroyer will serve as team leader. I'll be observing via your helmet cams. Get to it."
Said Kodiak was already landing behind us, its thrusters blowing dust all over the briefing area. We wasted no time in donning our gear and boarding the shuttle to be taken to the mock bunkers.
"Ok, those who don't know me, I'm Alan. Guess I'm the TL for this op. I've been thinking about how to do this. Our Slayer and Shadow will use their Biotic and Electric Slashes along the enemies' flanks to keep them from splitting up or dispersing. The Fury and I here will lay down covering fire and biotic throws while the Engineer," Alan nodded to Christa. "sprints to the front of our formation, set up her Pylon, and tosses grenades to wipe up the remaining enemies. The Paladin," Alan pointed at me. "will deploy his shield in front of the Engineer. Everyone got it?" The rest of us nodded or otherwise affirmed our understanding.
"30 seconds from the LZ!" the pilot hollered.
"Only difference here is this fancy gear. Other than that, y'all know how to fight. Stick to the plan and we'll be good." The shuttle landed with a jolt and the hatch opened to reveal a barren wasteland with a three-story high ziggurat-style bunker and conveniently-placed chest-high walls all over the place. Almost immediately, we could hear simulated bullets rattling the sides of the shuttle.
"GET TO COVER!" bellowed Alan. "MOVE!" He didn't have to tell us twice. All six of us sprinted for all we were worth and ducked behind walls.
"Where the hell are the batarians?" asked our Shadow.
"Uh, God, I don't know. Follow the plan!" cried Alan.
"We can't, genius," scoffed Christa. "Your plan hinged on the enemy being out in the open within thirty meters."
"Well, that doesn't mean we're screwed," I piped up. "How about this, we buddy rush them."
"It's as basic as tactics get, but I guess that's why they teach it early." our Fury mused. Thank God I didn't make an idiot of myself by suggesting that.
"New plan, then," said Alan with renewed confidence. "We buddy rush them. Pick someone to be your partner, and move up to the first level of the bunker." I paired up with the Fury. Alan, of course, paired up with Christa. The Shadow and Slayer, appropriately, teamed up for the rush.
"Hey, I'm Valentina," the Fury introduced herself. "You ready to do this?"
"You bet," I grinned. "Let's go!" The six of us moved up in quick but cautious fashion, buddy #1 laying down covering fire while buddy #2 advanced until buddy #1 needed to reload, and vice-versa. Within a few minutes, we reached the main entrance to the bunker.
"Good job, y'all," Alan said jovially. Right then, I wouldn't be surprised if they got turrets in there waitin' for us to storm in. Regardless, we stick to the original plan because they're probably bunched up."
"You're really proud of that plan you made up, aren't ya?" Christa teased.
"Hey, I'm the TL," Alan scowled. "And it's a solid plan considering I about made it up on the spot." Christa just shook her head, but cocked her pistol, signaling that she was ready. Sally, the Shadow, hacked the lock on the door with her omni-tool and punched the holo-panel once it turned green, then slid to the right to use her Slash. Buzz, our Slayer, moved to the left to do the same.
"Sweep and clear!" shouted Alan. He whipped out his rifle and fired at will, intentionally aiming higher than usual to allow me and Christa to move in. I turned my shield toward the side of the room with more simulated batarians, while Christa laid down her Pylon and began lobbing Arc Grenades. Within a couple seconds, all of the "enemies" were down.
"Is it just me, or was that easier than it was supposed to be?" Christa wondered aloud.
"Stay frosty," snapped Alan. "I bet they just want us to think resistance was light. Chuck, you and Valentina scout out the next floor." She and I nodded, then headed up the stairs.
"What in the…?" Valentina scratched her head. "Here's the beacon. Let's deactivate this thing and get outta here." I pressed the button on the side, causing the beacon to cease its whirring and spinning. Suddenly, two smoke grenades went off with hisses, obscuring our vision within seconds.
"Augh!" cried out Valentina, who had been hit with burst of sim rounds and fell to the ground. Before I could react, I felt the butt of a rifle smash into the side of my helmet, stunning me. A holographic batarian appeared and kneed me in the groin, bringing me to the ground. Despite my assailant being virtual and made of elaborate kinetic barriers, the pain was very real.
"Shit! They're in trouble," Alan blurted. "We gotta clear out the second floor." The other four of our teammates rushed in, knocking out the surprise attackers. I could see Christa standing over me, and the Reviving wheel appeared on my training HUD. Valentina and I got to our feet, brushing off our armor and picking up our rifles.
"How about we clear the last floor together so that doesn't friggin' happen again?" I exasperatedly suggested. We moved up two-by-two to the third floor, being sure to check our corners and not to touch anything.
"It's clear," Alan declared. "Let's get back outside so the shuttle can pick us up." The six of us wordlessly headed back down and out of the bunker. Sure enough, a Kodiak awaited us, with Commander Costa smugly standing in the door in his N7 armor.
"Come on, kids. The sooner we do your after-action report, the sooner you all can hit the hay." We boarded and sat down, all a bit somber after our first training mission hadn't gone quite the way we had hoped. "You guys-and girls-did ok," Costa began. "You accomplished the mission, which in the end is all that really matters. However, you have a lot of room for improvement. Alan, this was the first time I've seen that particular plan, and it was damned effective on the first floor of the bunker. But you were informed that this was a fortified bunker, and you really thought the targets would just be sitting ducks waiting to be mowed down? Come on, I know they teach you better than that at IOC."
"Yes, sir. I was trying to play to the strengths of our specializations," Alan morosely replied. I didn't really think about the specific situation we'd need to pull the maneuver off."
"No, you didn't. And that's where you went wrong. You made the mistake of adapting your fighting style to your technology, when you should be doing the opposite. Despite all these newfangled toys you've got, you're still riflemen at heart. The basics are still 'shoot, move, communicate.' Secondly, you made a reckless decision by unnecessarily splitting up the team. I don't know what possessed you to do a scouting op in close quarters, but in actual combat that would have gotten your teammates killed, no doubt about it. Finally, in your haste to complete the mission, you forgot to hack the terminal on the third floor for valuable intel. Even if there are no hostiles, you still turn the place upside down for secondary objectives. However, only a handful of teams ever find that terminal, anyway." The shuttle landed just outside the barracks back at the N-School. "Get some sleep because this week sure as hell ain't over." Costa called out. I suppose that could have gone better. Then again, we didn't fail.
Christa, Alan, and I were to share a room, while Valentina, Buzz, and Sally had the room across from ours. I couldn't decide which was worse, Buzz getting overwhelmed by that female energy, or me having to listen to Alan and Christa humping like rabbits.
"Don't worry, guys, I'll take the couch." I resignedly said.
"Like I was gonna let you have the bed, anyway," Alan laughed. "Come on, baby, I bet you're just achin' for some of my Alabama black snake after a long day like that."
"Aren't you from Oregon?" I chuckled.
"Shut up, it's a vid reference. I'll let you touch Christa's boob if you get it right."
"Uh, Platoon?" I shrugged.
"Nope. Close, though." Alan grabbed Christa by her shoulder straps and pulled her down on top of him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you guys aren't actually going to do this with me in the room, are you?" While I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see Christa naked and getting plowed, it made it awkward that they were my friends and squadmates for the near future.
"Damn fuckin' right we are," Alan sneered. "Heh, pun unintended."
"Hey, hold up!" Christa put her hand out to stop Alan from getting on top of her. "If Chuck isn't comfortable with us doing it with him in the room, maybe we should just ho-" SMACK! In the blink of an eye, Alan slapped Christa across her left cheek with one of his powerful hands.
"Now don't you start!" In two swift motions, Alan shucked off his navy blue PT shorts and pulled down the front of Christa's, readying his potent "weapon" to use on her. "I'm just obtaining my conjugal rights."
"We're not even married, you son of a-AHHH!" In a far from gentle fashion, Alan sheathed his impressive man-meat inside Christa's pink quim, drawing a moan of pain and pleasure from the shapely woman. "Oh, oh god, oh, right there! Don't stop." It was all I could do to not run out of the room and never even think about going back until morning. ICT had a curfew, though, and serious disciplinary action was a real possibility if I were caught. Guess I just gotta put up with it.
"Yeah, baby, look at you," Alan gloated. "All 'no don't do it,' but once you got my package in you, you be moaning like a two-credit ho." What the everlasting fuck? It's like a train wreck. I shouldn't watch, but I just can't look away. Alan continued to pound away at Christa's womanhood with his substantial endowment, eliciting small mewlings and loud squeals whenever he got a little rough. Christa's hair was disheveled and spread out within minutes from her squirming on the bed. Meanwhile, her tender nether lips stretched to accommodate Alan's prodigious cock, seemingly trying to swallow the phallus whole. Any objections Christa had to her and Alan's coupling were clearly gone as she wrapped her strong, toned legs around Alan's waist, pulling him in deeper with every muscle-driven thrust. Throughout all of this, I couldn't help but notice the similarities between Christa and Shepard in bed. Both were capable and even dominant figures on the battlefield, but when it came to lovemaking, they preferred to be controlled by a man. The bouncing and undulating of Christa's large breasts especially reminded me of Shepard and I's first (and only) time together. And yet, I couldn't help be envious of Alan. The way his far larger-than-average manhood made Christa immediately submissive and desirous was remarkable.
"Ah! Oh BABY!" Alan's exclamation snapped me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm about to lay my black jism up in your womb. You want that, baby? You want that?"
"Yes! Yes!" Christa screamed. "Fill me with your virile sperm, Alan! Fill me up with that big old cock of yours!" Why am I watching? Why am I watching? Why am I watching?
"Ooooooh! Fuck yeeeeah!" Alan slammed his hips home as he came, stretching Christa's pussy lips one last time before letting his potent cum spurt out. Christa's legs shot in the air as she climaxed from the sensation of Alan's jizz hitting her cervix and invading her womb. Her vagina, very much filled with Alan's cock, overflowed and leaked semen from the seal her labia formed with his shaft. Within a minute, Alan had collapsed and Christa had laid back and fallen asleep.
What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: If you couldn't see the pattern, most of my characters are named for astronauts. Alan Shepard, the first American in space. Christa McAuliffe, the teacher who died when the Challenger space shuttle exploded. Valentina Tereshkova, the first woman in space. Sally Ride, the first American woman in space. And last but not least, Buzz Aldrin, the second human to set foot on the moon.