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Airfield No. 3

Northern Egypt

October 10th, 2016. 10:32am

I had the dream again. It's the same one I've had since Lelouch and I shared our first and only kiss, I have it every night and it never changes, until now. It started the way it always does, the two of us naked on a large bed. He's on top of me, we're kissing and I can feel his length rubbing against my pussy, each movement he makes sends a jolt of pleasure up my body. Slowly he starts to trail kisses down my neck, down to the valley between my breasts and down my stomach and stops just above my slit.

Then the dream changed, suddenly the weight on top of me increased, the hands that slid up my body to cup my breasts were bigger and rough. I didn't care, if fact it increased the pleasure at that moment. He started to make his way back up my body, the gentile tickle of longer hair sliding on my skin made me close my eyes in bliss, stopping when he reached my breasts. His tongue began to trace my left breast, leaving it covered in his warm saliva. Then his mouth took my breast and he started to gently suck my hardened nipple, his tongue flicking it and circling it.

I couldn't see who he was, but I knew it wasn't Lelouch just by touch. My hands felt his shoulders, they were broader and muscular, and his chest was solid and well defined. He let my breast go and we started kissing, his powerful arms wrapping around my body in different directions: one went around my waist and the other traveled up my back and cupped the back of my head.

Suddenly I feel him push himself inside of me and my eyes fly open in surprise. The man on top of me was gorgeous, his long dark brown hair surrounded my face and his beautiful blue eyes were looking right into me. I put a hand on his handsome face and just admired it. My back arched with every inch of himself he pushed into me, finally he was fully inside me and it was amazing. I forgot all about Lelouch, this man was who I wanted to have, the man who risked his own life to save me.

"Lieutenant. . . ."

"Ge-off-rey" I managed to moan out.

"Get up Lieutenant. . ."

He smiled down at me, it was incredibly sexy. "Kallen."

"LIEUTENANT!"

Back to Reality

My eyes flew open and I bolted upright with a start. The faint traces of the dream started to fade into nothingness. 'Damn it, why did Lelouch turn into him? I mean. . . not that I minded, but. . .' I stopped dead in my train of thought when I looked to the right and saw Geo- I mean Major. Kelty sitting in an old chair not too far from my bed. Suddenly my body warmed at the sight of him and a little nagging voice started to run its mouth

He is gorgeous, even when sitting down he makes looking good look easy. It's no wonder he's what you want inside you.

'Shut up!' I told it.

"Good morning Lieutenant. Did you sleep well?" A cocky grin was on his face, and a horrible thought raced through my head 'On no! He heard me moan his name! Shit! Just play it cool. . .'

"What's with calling me Lieutenant?" I asked, trying to sound as grumpy as possible hoping like hell he doesn't ask about what he might have heard.

"Because it's official sweetness," he tossed me a stack of papers. "As of seven o'clock this morning you became Ensign. Kallen Stadtfeld of the 13th MS Team, D Company, 1st Battalion, 2nd Brigade, 92nd Mobile Suit Regiment, 18th MS Special Forces Division of the United Alliance Mobile Assault Force, temporality assigned to the Earth Federation's 3rd Armored Calvary as a 2nd Lieutenant. You're also now officially a citizen of the United States of America, complete with visa, a background and an address. Hope you don't mind but your new address is in the same town I was born, Holland, Michigan."

He wasn't lying; the stack of papers he tossed at me confirmed what he just said. I now have an identity in this universe and an officer's commission in his team. He had to alter my birthday by two years: it's 2016 here and if my actual birth year was used I would be technically sixteen and unable to fight. So my birthday is now March 29th, 1998.

All this made me nervous, but it was pointless to worry about getting back to my universe, if what C.C. told me was true before pushing me into the hole she created. I have to accept the fact that this is my new home and have to live with it. "So is this the only reason you woke me Geo- I mean Major?" I have to remember that now he's my commanding officer.

"No, there is going to be an officers meeting in a half hour and you have to attended, being as your now an officer. So wake, get some coffee and be ready. And put a shirt on sweetness."

I looked down quickly. I forgot that last night I went to bed without a shirt or bra on. My breasts were on display and both my nipples were hard. 'He didn't even cover his eyes or say something earlier!'

I quickly pulled the blanket to cover myself then picked up the cup I used last night for water and threw it at him as hard as I could. He caught it with his wrapped up arm and carried it out with him, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Pervert!" I started to shift out of bed when something sticky caught my attention. My panties were completely soaked through; even my inner thighs were shimmering. 'God damn it!'

Thirty Minutes Later

Five days in the desert and already my boys (and girls) had adapted their uniforms and appearance accordingly. Andy and Mike are shirtless and tanned, Jeremiah had his shirt on but unbuttoned, JJ was the same as Jer but JJ had an undershirt under his and Matt just looked like he always did.

As for the ladies, Ashley had on a tank top with the uniform shirt tied to her waist and Marla removed the selves of her uniform shirt and was sporting a tan bandanna covering her hair except for a few lose strands. Corporal Anderson was in the basic uniform

"Well Lowe, are we going to start the meeting or what?" asked Andy impatiently.

"Not yet, we're missing one perso-."

The door that led into the room Kallen slept in opened and she walked out with a determined air about her. She was in her uniform pants but only had on the tank top, not the shirt. Somehow her uniform hugged her body better than the others. . . I think she asked for a smaller uniform size. Her hair was much different that yesterday: the bangs hung in her face and the rest of her hair was feathered out (poor choice of words but that's all could think of to describe it. I'm a solder not a fucking hairdresser)

The look was completed with a red headband that, I noticed, had her 2nd Lieutenant pinned too. She took a seat in a chair on the left side of my desk, right next to Marla. Everyone looked at her (accept Matt, he knew of this) and then looked at me.

Jeremiah was the first to ask the obvious. "Hey uh Lowe, what is the girl you rescued yesterday doing here. . . in uniform?"

"Well Jeremiah, upon questioning her I found that she is indeed from an alternate universe, and in said universe she was a high ranking member of a revolutionary group. . ." I reiterated her entire story for the crowd in detail, covering what Britannia was all the way to what "Knightmare's" were. Took a good forty five minutes but it had to be done.

"So I gave her a choice, try and squeeze out a living in the Federation or Alliance, or join up and have a guaranteed job, identity and a place to come home to. People, I give you the newest member of the 3rd Armored Calvary, 2nd Lieutenant Kallen Stadtfeld. Oh, she is also an official member of the 13th MS Team as well, so she's on file as Ensign Kallen Stadtfeld."

I let the whole story sink in before I said anything else. Most seemed to comprehend, but. . . a certain red haired NCO looked like she wanted to flay my head open. Time for a little back tracking, a trip into the past if you will.

When I was transferred to the 13th MS Team after my arm was replaced and good to go, not everyone was quick to welcome me. JJ, Jer and Mike were gung hoe to have me and Andy, but not Ashley. She thought of us as two dickhead hotshots who kissed a lot of ass to get to a Special Forces unit. Most of the hate was directed to me, the newly promoted Lieutenant Commander and leader of the team.

Well after several arguments, threats of demotion and a broken nose (her nose) she finally accepted that I was the leader and a very capable one at that, and things have been smooth since. Until now.

"Begging your pardon Major, but are you thinking with your cock?" she spat at me. Everyone turned their head at her, unable to believe that she had just said that. I fished out a cigarette and lit it.

"Why Sergeant Anderson whatever do you mean?"

"She fell out of the sky! For all you know that whole bullshit yarn she spun you was a plant by the Empire to trick us into letting a spy into the camp!" Everyone waited for me to do something, because they know when I don't raise my voice and use the calm even voice; shit is bound to go down.

I took a drag and blew the smoke out into the air. "I believe it and so does Captain Healy, so it is the truth Sergeant." That got her. She stood up from her chair and raised her voice at me.

"What, did she suck you dick last night, is that why you think it's the truth! She put you your dick between her tits, uh, she let you bust a nut her mouth or-." Whatever she was going to say next was cut off by Kallen landing a hard right hook to Ashley's mouth that laid her out on the floor. Right away Andy and Jer tried to get up and stop what was going to happen next but I stopped them.

"No no wait. . . I want to see this." Kallen was pissed, as would any woman who was basically called a whore. Ashley spit out some blood and a tooth.

"You have a problem with me bitch?" spat Kallen. "I didn't ask to be dropped here. And for the record I would never, EVER lie to him! Not after he almost killed himself trying to save me. . . someone he didn't even know existed!" By now Ashley was on her feet and answered the question by attempting to gut check her. But Kallen sidestepped the fist, grabbed her arm and landed a viscous head butt right in Ashley's face, the sound of her nose breaking made Matt and Andy cringe. Again Ashley hit the floor, only I doubt she'll be getting up for round three. I think it's time to restore order now

"That'll do Sweetness, that'll do." I said. She whipped around and still had an angry look on her face.

"Why do you keep calling me Sweetness!" she yelled. I put out the cigarette and came over to her and the now sitting up Ashley.

"Because you look like a very curvy, vary sweet looking piece of candy. Relax a bit; everyone gets a nickname in the service: mine's Lowe, yours is Sweetness and Andy's is Stretch Nuts."

"Fuck you Lowe!"

"Later. So frisky he is." I booped her on the nose (lightly tapped her nose with my pointer finger for those who don't know what booped means) and her expression changed from anger to surprise. But my attention was now on Ashley, I lowered myself down to her level.

"Anymore objections Sergeant? I'm sure if you do Lieutenant Stadtfeld would be more than happy to continue breaking various parts of your body." Blood was steadily flowing from her broken nose and mouth while I waited for an answer.

"No Sir, no more objections."

"Good. Get going to the Doc for your nose and missing tooth. Consider yourself on latrine duty until Lieutenant Stadtfeld feels you've learned your lesson regarding mouthing off to officers and calling them whores. Do I make myself clear?" She wanted to hit me so bad, I could see it in her eyes. It wasn't the punishment that pissed her off, it was the fact that she knew very well that Kallen would have her scrubbing toilets right up until the 24th and possibly even after

"Crystal. . . Sir." She got up off the floor and left the HQ. Kallen had sat back down and I followed suit and started the meeting. . . again.

"Now that all that is out of the way, we can begin. Matt, what you pick up during the recon mission?"

"You know Lieutenant Colonel, maybe it should be a good idea to fill in Lieutenant Stadtfeld of the situation here in North Africa?" Matt has turned into a very valuable asset; I didn't think to do that.

"Got a map?" I asked. He nodded and dug out a map and laid it out on the desk, everyone gathering around to see. Kallen got the closest and was ready to listen to the situation. "Okay Sweetness, on this map is layout of the Federation's North Africa Front, a forty seven mile front starting at the Mediterranean Coast and travels south into the Sahara Desert. Since last year the line was a defensive barrier with the job of keeping the Empire away from the Suez Canal and the Middle East. We are here," I pointed to our position on the map.

"We are at the north end of the North African Front. Nine days from now the Federation is launching Operation Lightfoot, a head on assault on the Empire's 2nd Desert Army Group the main goal of pushing enemy out of Egypt. On that day, the Seventh Corp and an infantry division from our Corps will launch a diversionary raid on the 51st Panzer Army in the south an hour before a massive artillery bombardment. Then the Ninth Armored Corp, our Corps, will attack the 15th Mobile Suit Army in the north. Following so far?"

She nodded yes and conveyed in with her eyes. She perfectly understood. "Right, our unit, the 3rd Armored Calvary is going to be the spearhead of the northern assault, attacking ahead of the 7th Armored Division." I pointed to the known enemy units and continued, "as far as we know there is one of the 15th's corps right in front of us with another corps on its left and a division on its right. Now Cpt. Healy, what have you learned during your recon mission?"

He picked up a red marker and circled four spots on the map between us and the 15th. "Well Lieutenant Colonel, what I just marked is the location of four forward observation posts the 15th t has set up in anticipation of your arrival. The closest is three miles from our lines, set up between two roads, and located three miles from it is a fuel and ammo dump used to supply it. The other three OP's are placed in front of the enemy units facing us. And that's it."

We all looked at him like he was crazy. "That's it; they just set up OP's" said Jeremiah, "No reinforcements?"

"Field Marshal Fritz Amsel, the leader of the 2nd Desert Army Group, tried. We monitored three communications he sent to the Neo Waffen Schutzstaffel High Command for more men and supplies and was denied all three times."

"Why would they do that?" asked Kallen. "That's just stupid to leave your forces ill equipped. And why are we attacking head on?"

"Oh they have a reason Sweetness" I said, "The Empire landed these troops in North Africa in April of 2010 with the intention of securing the oil fields in the Middle East, that was six years ago and they here they sit, still miles away from their goal. By denying Amsel supplies and men they basically told him that this Front is no longer a priority."

Matt nodded in agreement. "That's what they told him. All the men and supplies they do have are being sent to the Odessa Mining Base in the Ukraine and other hotspot's around the Federation."

"To answer your other question Lieutenant, the Empire had dug in tight in what they call the Alamein Line. It can't be out flanked so we have to go in head on." She nodded in understanding.

"You're a luck fuck Lowe," said Andy, "they could have sent three more Army Groups and instead they get shit." Luck, no, it wasn't luck. The Empire is getting tired, losing America and the Nelo Totenkampferbond brought them to the breaking point. Had this been even a year ago we would be fucked. Well now that that is out of the way it's time to get technical.

"Matt, Andy, how are the repairs going on the suits and tank?" I asked

"Done, every tank and mobile suit is in perfect working order Lowe."

"That's good Andy, now I have a job for you and Matt. This is a cavalry unit so we should be faster than the other units. Andy, you and Lt. Yandell increase the speed of the tanks, I don't care if you have to tweak the engines of just remove some armor but do it. I want a 3% speed increase. Dismissed."

"Sir!" He saluted and exited. "Matt, you and Lance Corporal Brevig do the same thing to every mobile suit; give them a 5% speed increase. Dismissed."

He saluted and he to left to do his job. I turned to Marla. "Marla, Lt. Stadtfeld is your platoon executive officer, you cool with that?"

"You bet, as long as Lt. Stadtfeld is fine with it."

Kallen nodded at Marla and the two shook hands. "Good, you'll report to the 1st Platoon Barracks tonight. Meeting is adjourned; you can go back to training your platoons. Except you Sweetness, stick around."

Kallen stayed in her seat as the rest filed out to return to the duty of whipping this unit into shape. "Why do I have to stay?"

"You Sweetness, while a capable solder and pilot from what you told me, need to be trained in use of the weapons of this universe. That means both firearms and mobile suits, and I'll be your teacher." I put on my cavalry hat and grabbed the sunglasses. "Follow me."

Outside HQ

I was comparing Geoff to Lelouch without even thinking the entire meeting, trying to see what was different between them and what was the same. Why I don't know, maybe it's because of my dream but I need to stop. So far the only thing the two share in common is confidence, but even the things that make them confidant is different.

Lelouch's was fueled by his intellect and his Geass, Geoff's is motivated by luck, capable subordinates and his skill. "Where are we going Major?"

"The target range Sweetness. Before set a foot into a mobile suit you will learn how to use the guns of this world. Try to keep up." I watched him as he walked ahead of me, he looked like a leader. Lelouch might have been intelligent and handsome, but he didn't have the leader look to him, Geoff does. Everything about from his height, physic and his attitude commands attention and respect. More than once I overpowered Lelouch and out ran him, but I have a feeling that the only person who could ever overpower Geoff was God, and he's have a time doing it.

'What the hell! I've only known him a damn day, I need to snap out of this!' We finally made it to the target range. . . if you could call it that. A long row of tables were set up with guns and ammo on them and down range was multiple pieces of wood with old paper targets attached to them. It was ratty to say the least. He pointed to a table in the center of the row, so I went over to it. Lying on the table was four guns of varying sizes.

"Lieutenant, what you see before you are the weapons used by the unit."

"I have to carry all four!" I asked. Of course I felt very stupid after asking because he laughed at me.

"No Sweetness, you only have to carry two, the pistol and one of the other three. Pick up the pistol." I looked down at it, it unloaded and was bigger than what I'm used to.

"Um. . . Major I think it's too big form my hands."

"Nonsense, just pick up the damn gun and see for yourself it's too big." Still unsure I did what he told me and picked up the gun. . . and it was perfect. It fit my hand perfect, like it was made for me; I could get my hand around the grip and could reach the trigger.

"How. . .?"

"It's all in the platform. The M1911A1 pistol platform was designed by John Moses Browning in 1910 and put into service with the US Army in 1911, hence the designation. It was designed with a short reach trigger and a frame scalloped out behind the trigger solely to fit hands with shorter fingers and a slim profile for small hand. It's still the most popular platform today, with over two dozen companies having their own 1911 style pistol. This unit packs the Springfield Armory Loaded M1911-A1, what you have in your hands."

"Do you carry one sir?"

"A M1911, yes, a Springfield no." He withdrew his weapon and showed it to me. "I carry a custom Colt Mk IV Series 80 M1911, has my ace title machined into the slide. See." He turned the gun on its side and I could read it as clear as day: The White Knight.

"Why do they call you the White Knight?" I asked.

"It's a good story, the kind you need a lot of time for. Next time Sweetness. Now it's time to start learning. Right now your gun is empty so let's load it. Just follow what I do: First, hold your weapon by the grip in your dominate hand and pick up the magazine of the table." I found the magazine and picked it up with me free hand.

"Good, now, take the mag and slam it into the opening at the bottom of the grip like so." I watched him slip the mag into his gun then hit it hard, a click emitting from inside the gun. I followed his instructions and put the mag into my gun.

"Excellent, when you hear that click you know the magazine is secure. Now it's loaded but not armed, meaning that the chamber is empty. If you pulled the trigger only the click of an empty chamber would happen. To put a round into the chamber, grip the cocking serrations at the back of the slide with your thumb and index finger and pull it back. As a note you should not let the slide fly forward, keep a hold of it to control its speed. Like so." He pulled the slide back and guided it forward. I copied him and got a smile from him.

"Your sidearm is now ready to fire. Now for your stance. . ." He slipped behind me and put his body against my backside. I froze, scared about what I would do after the dream having him against me. He was just as solid has he looked, I could feel the definition of his chest on my back and to my horror my ass was rested right on his crouch, almost like it was meant to be there.

"Don't mind me Lieutenant. Now set your feet forward and apart from each other like this." He used his own foot to achieve this (and every time he moved I wanted to yelp because I could feel his. . . well you know. . . his manhood shift) "Now raise your arms and use both hands to grip the weapon."

A heat wave covered my body when his hands took my arms and positioned them where he wanted. I flashed to the images of him on top of me, his arms wrapping around me. . . 'Thank God he's behind me. . . or he would see my flushed face!' Something cold hit my right arm; I looked over and saw something gleaming under the wrapping. When he was done positioning me I was hot, bothered and felt a damping spreading between my legs.

"I give you the Weaver Stance. Finally, all you have to do is line up your target with the three dot sight and squeeze the trigger." The first round I fired was thrilling; it was power in my hands. I fried the rest in a vain attempt to control my feeling toward a man I meet a day ago while falling from the sky.