Tifa Lockhart

"Ok, we will try again."

"Pancakes now."

My current goal was to try to teach Sam how to talk like a normal human being, it says something that the actual alien does that better than her. I stared at Sam.

"I would like Pancakes."

"That's better."

"I do not see point of this, manner of talking is efficient."

It also makes you sound like a robot.

"You need to be able to communicate more effectively with people."

"I do functional job."

"You need to be able to talk to people outside of being a drill sergeant, Sam."

Another day of language lessons with Sam.

"I don't see point, communication is functional."

"Star is over there giving birth, right now."

"Yes, I have noticed."

We sat down waiting as another family member arrived.

"So what is she naming her child?"

"Black, it's kind of like a way of honoring her sister."

"Gender?"

"Male."

"Hmm, two in row."

"It happens."

I leaned back, I should feel jealous right now or angry but instead I was worried for Star. This was her first and my first had made me nervous.

"She's good."

I looked at the open door and winced at Mark's crushed hand.

"Seeing a doctor about that?"

"After you see the kid."

We walked inside and Mark stuck his hand in a glowing pool of water, we watched as his hand slowly repaired itself.

"Hello, it is a joyful day! I have been given the gift of motherhood."

Star snuggled with her son, who looked more like Mark than her.

"Holding up ok?"

"There was much pain during the last part but it is well worth it."

Mark shrugged. I looked at the baby, he yawned and snuggled into his mother's arms.

"He's cute."

"My son is most adorable, he gets it from me."

Mark looked up.

"Yeah, that's fair. I'm not exactly cuddly."

"Your cuddliness is most sufficient for my needs."

Sam said nothing, simply looking at the infant.

"I want one."

I smiled at her, as she looked at Star's contentment. She might have issues, lord knows we all did, but I think this has been good for her... Good for all of us.

Monk

Somewhere along the way, my priorities shifted.

"Hey, little guy. Guess who has a little brother?"

Cloud looks up and smiles.

"Bwother?"

"Yes, brother."

Time flies. Cloud is now a toddler, I try to stagger my workday to spend more time with him.

"Ok."

He goes back to playing with his blocks, my initial goal was just to create a harem and live the highlife. Then I realized that there was an interstellar war and if I didn't help humanity survive then my kids wouldn't have anyone to get married to, anyone to be friends with. All of the parts of life outside of us would be lost to them. But I also realized that the UNSC wasn't going to allow me to have the kind of work-life balance that I wanted.

So the Front, but the Front needed a lot of help. Now I'm just trying to secure this one little section of space and safety. Intellectually I know I could save people doing things a different way, but it's hard to focus on that kind of big picture.

"Play blocks?"

"Sure."

I sit down and help my son play with his block, helping him grab things from a pile. It's not the latest greatest video game, it's not hedonistic sex with my very gorgeous women, but I like it all the same. Just a quiet moment with my boy, I smile and while away some hours but then I have to go back to work. Have to continue securing this little corner of the universe for him and his happiness.

There will be more of them, more children. I grab some coffee and head down to interrogation where the prisoner is.

The ONI operator glares at me, her face bruised and battered, as the interrogator walks away. She's chained to a wall.

"Traitor."

I sipped my coffee.

"Why would you say that? I've been quite loyal to the Front."

She struggles in her restraints as I open up a box.

"I must say you did a good job, we have really good checks. Security here on the Star Forge is the best the Front has. But at the end of the day this isn't a fair contest and I'm not about to let any ONI personal have run of my little playground. So what is going to happen is this: If you tell me why you're here, I will simply put you in prison and when the next exchange happens you will go free."

She spat in my face, I picked up the file.

"You know... if you hadn't killed 3 people from Security when we picked you up you would be completely untouched."

"Going to torture me?"

I opened up the box and pulled out a gun. I put a syringe in it and fired, she stared at me.

"Why are you here?"

"To steal Front secrets, to assassinate you and kill your family."

She cringed.

"Why my family?"

"A message of the consequences of messing with the UNSC."

"Does the UNSC know you're doing this?"

"ONI does what they're too weak to do."

Fucking hell, why did I expect this?

"Well looks like ONI went rogue. "

I sat down and activated computers, I typed in a message in my Omni tool and then sent it on. I waited as the woman struggled. She said nothing, trying to be defiant.

"Doctor Monk."

"Terrence Hood?"

"Do you have more intel?"

"Yeah, the enemy is going to attack in a couple of places. There is just one small problem."

The commander of the UNSC's fleet sighed.

"What happened?"

"Some elements of ONI went rogue and tried to assassinate me, sending the video and interrogation footage right now."

I waited.

"FUCKING HELL!"

I heard him sigh.

"I would like to note that this is a violation of the treaty of Warsaw."

"How can we make this up to you?"

"Well, there have been some trade negotiations happening between the Front and the UNSC. If those went our way I might be willing to overlook this."

"Done... I am sorry about this. We will reign ONI in immediately."

"And the Agent?"

"Space her if you want."

The call ended.

"You know... If you had just gone after me? I'd let you live. But you decided to make this personal."

I loaded another dart and hit her with it, she went limp.

"Really shouldn't have done that."

I walked out of the interrogation room.

"What do you want us to do with her?"

I smiled at the nervous soldier.

"I think it is time to praise the sun."

"Can do, sir."

I needed to talk to Samus. I had a special mission for her because I knew who was responsible for this and that bitch needed to know she was not untouchable.

Samus

Getting lessons on how to talk normally...

Bothersome, manner in which I talk is sufficient. Mission however is important. Star Forge creates wormhole to location most likely to hold Rogue ONI branch, place where Spartans are made. Airdrop from stealth ship and curl up into ball, am very flexible. Spin around on the ground in path avoiding sensors and then sneak in through air ducts.

People think this is unrealistic tactic, works though.

Why? In prefab construction larger ducts lower the price, it also makes maintenance easier. I spin through ducts until I find room of sleeping enemy faction leader. I deball, scrunch up, and undo grate. I make sure it doesn't land and then ball up and roll along ceiling. I drop down without making noise and plunge knife into pillow next to her and then escape back. Mission takes an hour, tops. I get back in small ship and fly back through wormhole.

I get back to base, my man waits for me.

"It's done."

He nods his head and I bite my lip.

"There are people in the program who are trained well enough to go in my stead."

He looked at me.

"You're ready?"

"Yes, I am ready to start trying."

"The job?"

"Is done, no one spotted me."

"Remove your armor."

I did so, and he looked at me.

"Going to have to clean up."

We hit the showers and I cleaned up, letting him soap me up. I looked at him.

"The Dungeon."

He nodded and we went to the island, then walked to a room locked to our handprint, I put my hand on it and let it scan. The door opened and I considered the outfits. I had him put on something conservative, black slacks, a tweed jacket as I took off my zero suit and got into the costume. Then I locked the door

"Professor? I've gotten a bad grade, is there any way to make it better?"

"I don't know, young lady. What are you willing to do?"

"Anything, Sir."

He grabbed me by the shirt color.

"Prove it, slut."

I felt my chest heave as he strapped me into a device and bent me over.

Only in moments like this, when control was taken away from me... only then could I relax. I gave in. His hand struck my ass and I panted.

"Naughty girl."

He pulled on my underwear and ripped my panties off.

"I'm very naughty, Sir."

"Going to have to punish you."

The spanking continued and then he stopped and I felt him enter inside me. I abandoned myself to the pleasure. I let it build, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain until my toes crinkled and I felt him release inside me. I panted and then felt him massage cold lotion on my ass. He released me from my bonds and I cuddled in his arms.

"Feeling better?"

"Needed release."

I snuggled into him.

"You think... I will be a good mother?"

"You won't have to do it alone but yeah, I do."

I let myself fall asleep in his arms, relaxed and full.