W w Chapter 8
'Zona sighed in frustration, lying in bed as she glared at her clock on the nightstand next to her. C'mon, hurry up… She pleaded in her head, watching anxiously as the clock hands ticked closer and closer to the 0600 wake up. Taking too long, 'Zona groaned and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed with one hand on the bed to support herself, the other on her bloated stomach. "Damn North…" She muttered, grunting in effort as she stood up and began to hobble over to the closet in her assigned room for the last 9 months.
Once her altered under armor was finally zipped on, 'Zona opened the blinds of the lone window in her room, looking out onto the peaceful beaches of the simulation base she'd been assigned to. "Death Island…" She mused aloud, a small smile working its way onto her face. "If you're going to die, at least you'll get some sex on the beach and a nice sunset beforehand." With a chuckle, 'Zona turned her gaze away from the beach and towards her modified armor on the stand inside of her closet.
Due to the child's rapid growth inside her womb, 'Zona was unable to fit into her old black and purple armor. Despite this, the female Freelancer still required armor for protection and the few ops she was sent on, so the Director had commissioned a temporary armor replacement for her. The new armor on the stand kept the black and purple color scheme, although the black was a lighter, grayer shade. Instead of her usual modified Mark V helmet, the new one was streamlined and included a larger visor. The coloration of the visor had been changed from silver to a mix of blue hues. Not only had that changed, but the chest plate's coverage on her body been reduced, now only covering the beginning of her neck, chest, and breasts. The technicians had been unable to find a suitable method to cover her pregnant stomach without causing pain to either child or mother, so it lay protected only by 'Zona's under armor. Smirking at her reflection in the visor, she reached forwards to pull the chest plate off the stand, sliding it onto herself. "Time to wake the team…" She chuckled, just as the alarm went off behind her. The beeping was short lived as 'Zona's combat knife imbedded itself through the circuitry of the alarm, flinging off the nightstand and crashing onto the ground.
In blue base, the first of the alarms had just begun to go off. They were then promptly silenced by the three women, reaching out to slam on the snooze button before immediately curling up under the covers once more. "Thank god…" Terina muttered, brushing her auburn hair off her face as she rolled over in bed. The other two, Carol and Sarah, murmured brief words of consent from underneath their covers. No one noticed the Freelancer quietly slip into their shared room.
Oh, this is just too easy… 'Zona thought with a chuckle. With a cocky smirk underneath her visor, she sprinted down the room with her arms spread out, grasping Carol and Terina's bed sheets in both hands before ripping them off with ease. Releasing a laugh at their unified squawk of surprise and cold, 'Zona ran forwards to Sarah's bed before flinging the sheets upwards, her triumphant grin shriveling up in horror at the sight underneath her. Her disgust was directed towards both Sarah and the naked, dark skinned man lying asleep between her coppery thighs, his head on her breasts. "Private Tucker!" 'Zona shouted, scaring him awake and off the mortified Sarah's body before hitting the cold floor with a cry.
"Son of a bitch!" Tucker exclaimed, rubbing his ass as he stood up. He expressed no self respect as he made no attempt to cover up any of his nude form.
Noting the envious looks that both the other women shot towards Sarah and Tucker's nude form, 'Zona sighed. "Put some fucking clothes on, or I'll ensure that you NEVER get to use it again." She threatened, holding back a laugh at the small whimper Sarah made after the threat.
At her threat, Tucker's face notably paled as he sprinted out of the women's room. A few moments passed before he walked back inside, wearing the standard blue army armor, with his helmet held under the crook in his arm. "Jeez, you don't gotta be such a bitch about it." Tucker grumbled, making sure to stand where he got a very nice view of Sarah, who had done the opposite of attempting to conceal herself from his hungry gaze.
"Tucker, you've been assigned to this team for a month, and I've already caught you in bed with all three of your teammates, at least four times each. Not to mention when I caught you and Terina on the beach, or you and Carol inside the 'hog, and you with Sarah in near every position possible!" 'Zona counted off, taking steps closer to Tucker as the terrified Sim Trooper backed up nervously. "I don't even wanna think about the time you tried to start an orgy on my birthday!"
Tucker held up his hands nervously, "I can't help it that the girls like a large weapon! Besides, I was just trying to get you into your birthday suit before I gave you your gift; Bow chicka bow wow!" He added the last part after a few seconds pause, spinning on the spot and sprinting out as a pissed off 'Zona raced after him, hindered by her child. To compensate, she wielded her knife in hand as she charged after the horny male. Terina, Carol, and Sarah stood up and began to slide into their own armor with a sigh despite their embarrassed faces; already used to the duo's antics.
By the time the three women of Blue Team had their armor and helmets sealed on, Tucker lay groaning in the fetal position while 'Zona stood over him. "I swear to God, one more time and I will have Command ship your ass as far away from here as possible!" She seethed, while the other three fidgeted uncomfortably. 'Zona rolled her eyes in disgust, "No, I don't give a shit that he's your fuck buddy."
Tucker held up his hand briefly in a thumbs-up, before going back to holding his sore crotch. "Whatever…" Carol sighed, before walking off to occupy her mind with other, happier thoughts. Terina simply shrugged and followed, not overly concerned with either alternative.
Sarah seemed to be the only one besides Tucker whom was truly concerned by 'Zona's threat. "Could you go a little easy on him? I mean, we don't want to be down a man after all." She attempted to reason with the furious pregnant Agent in vain.
"Nope. I'm done with this perverted bastards ass." 'Zona replied steely, crossing in front of her chest to inadvertently rest them on her baby bump. "Got a problem with following direct orders?"
Paling under her helmet, Sarah backed up frantically. "No sir! Wait, I meant ma'am!" Wobbling on her feet as she nearly tripped on thin air, Sarah proceeded to pace as fast as she could out of the room, nearly tackling a purple armored man by mistake. "Whoops, sorry Frank!" She called out without stopping.
'Zona smiled under her helmet at the sight of her friend, "Hey Doc, you here for me or him this time?" She gestured towards Tucker's near prone form on the ground, as the purple armored medic sighed.
"You know I don't approve of violence, 'Zona. I know of some awesome breathing exercises that'll calm you right down if you want 'em." Frank, or Doc as 'Zona had nicknamed him, spoke cheerfully. "Seriously though, your nickname won't stick. I don't see why you keep trying to use it…"
"Oh shut up unless you wanna join him on the floor…" 'Zona jokingly threatened, only half serious in her comment. "By any chance, did I prevent him from having kids?" She asked hopefully, ready to finish the job if it had failed.
Doc held up a hand for her to back away, before slinging Tucker's arm over his shoulders with his free hand. "Stop it. I'm taking him back to the infirmary to rest; at least wait until he's up and walking around before you send him back to me." The medic pleaded as he supported Tucker's weight, dragging him towards the infirmary while 'Zona followed him hesitantly.
Softly groaning in strain, 'Zona placed a hand on her back to help support the weight of her child before replying. "Fine, but only cause you asked." She held the door open for Doc to drag Tucker through, who nodded in thanks as they shuffled inside.
The medic laid Tucker out on the bed to rest, removing the co piece of his armor to reveal a now black and blue member, complete with blue balls. Doc removed his helmet to view the damage better, letting out a low whistle as he examined the bruising. "Wow… He must've really screwed up big time."
"Nah, I'm just tired off his bullshit. Mainly how he keeps screwing our team over, literally!" 'Zona complained, leaning back to rest against the wall with a small smile upon viewing her handiwork.
Doc's normally fair complexion flushed bright red as he realized what 'Zona was implying. "The entire team?! They seemed like such nice girls…" He trailed off with a sigh, walking over to his desk to place a small pair of black glasses over his green eyes. Brushing his dark hair off his face, Doc began to wrap up some ice. "Anyways, do you mind if I give you a check out once I'm done with this guy?" He nodded towards 'Zona's baby bump as he spoke.
'Zona merely shrugged in response, "If you feel like it… When is this thing supposed to be out of me anyways?" As she spoke, the Freelancer slid off her helmet and chestplate before placing them onto the table. "It's getting really annoying after 9 months of morning sickness; thank god I didn't have any today. Must be Christmas or some shit like that." As she spoke, she winced slightly as she felt the pressure on her stomach increase briefly before ceasing. What the hell? Figuring it must be something with the suit, she removed the rest of upper armor, before unzipping the top half of her under armor. She was grateful for Doc's look of indifference as her face heated up upon exposing her chest.
Tucker, however, soon proved to be the opposite as soon as Doc laid the ice on his bruised tool. "Holy shit! I'm getting some ideas on what two girls I wanna party with now, bow chicka bow wow!" As he finished the sentence, Tucker stole the bag of ice from Doc and began to run as fast as he could without hurting himself further. 'Zona glared daggers after him, beginning to stand up despite being topless now.
"That's it! I'm going to make sure your ass is sent to some godforsaken gulch in the middle of nowhe…" She cut off abruptly as she froze where she stood, both hands reaching down to hold her stomach as wave after wave of pain assailed her. "Doc… I think it's happening…" 'Zona managed to gasp out as the purple medic ran over quickly to help her over to a bed.
Eyes narrow in concentration as he analyzed the scanner in front of him, Doc nodded in confirmation. "Oh yeah, it's started. You'll just love motherhood, 'Zona! It's a wonderful time in a young womans life!" He kept his voice level despite the intensity of what he worked at, finally removing the bottom of 'Zona's armor and under armor.
"Son of a bitch!"
This is the end of Northern Estates for one reason and one reason only. The writer of this story and I broke up, therefore I shall get chapter 7 (I cant find it Dx) , and that will be it.
Dont know if you guys liked it or not.