Sarge's remorse Chapter 1
Sergeant Winters awoke from a deep sleep, his mind in a haze. How long had it been? He thought to himself. He yawned and struggled to move. "Damn, still in the tube," he said aloud, as the tubes viewer came on online.
"How long this time?" He thought.
Winters and the other 150 men in his unit where asguard solider. A kind of "super solider. Made for a war that for Winters happily ended before it started. The tubes viewer came on online and startled him.
"Downloading data," the eerie voice rang out.
"Damn all these years and they give the computer the voice from Star Trek," Winters sighed to himself. "Computer, give me data on all other UNE troops in their tubes. Tell me who got freezer burn."
The UNE or Untied Nations of Earth was earth's military power after the great fallout war of 2666. The humans decided to put their squabbling aside and form one united front. The also created him an "Asguard" a prefect soldier created to defend NATO from the WARSAW pact should the need arise again but just before making first contact those two sides and other non allied nations quickly joined tighter to create the U.N.E. Shortly after We made contact with the shinjii a semi peaceful blue skinned race who greeted us with open arms, a while later humans started exploring space and made contact with the race other races such as dragons and Elf's
"Data download-complete," replied the computer.
"About damn time...let's see. Johnson green, Jackson green, Hoss green
" said Winters, as he looked over the list of all one hundred fifty names, not one loss. "Damn good", he thought to himself.
"Sergeant, are you okay?" asked a female voice.
"Yeah get me out of this damn tube. I feel like a TV dinner in here," Winters replied.
The Cryotube door flew open with a hiss. The light was blinding but after a few seconds, the room came in to focus. The plain sterile white room of cryo-bay 0012. On each side of the Technicians stood two human males each armed with auto cannons this was standard as "sleep madness" or having ones mind put on "hold" basically during the cryo process can cause a normal person to go insane thus the armed guards. Between the guards stood two the technician's one Beastial woman a tigress who was rather beautiful. Beastial's were a race of animal--human hybrids created during the great fallout war designed to be a perfect weapon something that was expendable, they soon freed themselves and started smaller colonies and left the humans altogether .Winters secretly had a liking to them as they were "his kinda people." They were tough, reliable and rugged. He turned his eyes to the shinjii she would have passed for human except like the rest of her race she was pale blue in skin tone with sliver hair. The shinjii on the other hand were a race of "higher beings", the humans ran into them during first contact. In the first days shinjii and humans got along very well but soon started began to squabble over territories and vast areas of the endless black expanse of space. Winters never paid too much attention to know what the fighting was about; he just fought and got his paycheck every month that was good enough for him.
"Rank: Sergeant. Race: human," the beastial woman called out "Specialty: heavy weapons, explosives, stealth reconnaissance and interrogation. Body modification: Cybernetic implants for speed, strength, and Sight, Cover age: 20. Relative Age: 10,019. Weight: 200 lbs., Height: 5' 11". Name: Robert Nicholas Winters. Service Number: 01012033738. Nick Name: Psycho," she listed.
"Well, mighty damn nice of you to tell me who the hell I am!" Winters piped up, sarcastically in a gruff way. "How about the rest of my men...are they okay?"
"They are fine. You need to be detoxed at once follow me," said the beastial woman, and she turned heading out to the hall.
Winters fallowed the female beastial for what seemed like hours. He took note of the hall it had changed from the last time he was talking them instead of standard military grey it was a blinding white and plain seeming to pulse with light. Every few meters a window came to be. Winters looked at the world he knew it well ,Serria-117 the ass end of space, it had once been a mining colony and an experiment, the planet rich in rare mineral's gold ; trillium and other heavy metals were abundant, the UNE and other races joined tighter to mine the planet and share and share alike , or so it was suppose to be but as usual greed and pride soon ate away at the foundation of this "perfect" community. Soon there was conflict and the "super mining" of the planet began until it was nothing more than a worn out husk save for a few places for refuge that were unmineable.
They arrived at the quarters in the soldiers barrack's reserved for Winters. "Sa'Jara" opened the door and motioned him in.
"Finally i was getting tired of walking!" said winters arriving at a "clean room".
"Welcome back, psycho," whispered one of the troops as winters moved pass him.
Winters Stopped "psycho" was his nickname it was given to him after he stabbed a man to death in the shower on a "hunt and find" mission, much like the killer in the classic horror film just smiled and patted the solider on the shoulder fallowing the beastial in to the room. The room was fairly spartan as he had requested. The bed, television, kitchen utensils and a couch where simple shade of olive green just the way he liked it
Winters looked him self in the mirror in the mirror. His dirty blonde hair and beard where grown out long and wild. His blue eyes shown thru the tangled mess of facial hair. He looked his muscular body over once his skin was pale white for years of being in the cryo-tube he sighed and thought to himself " I need a tan and god damn solider you like a fucking hippie" He turned "Sa'Jara" "Miss err I don't believe I got your last name what is it Sa?" he asked.
"Sa?" Sa'Jara replied blinking as if in shock
"Yeah it's your nickname I'm giving you" He replied back.
"Mister Winters its Sa'Jara simply. I do not have a last name.. Don't you know only the wealthy beastial's or high-ranking tribe members have last names?" she answered in a matter of fact voice.
"Hmm I guess I didn't Miss Sa'Jara" Winters answered lightly.
After "Cleaning Up"
"Well now, I look pretty damn good." Winters had not aged, just as had been predicted. After he finished cleaning up, the beastial woman walked into the room.
"Is their anything you'd like to do before your briefing?" she asked. Winters grinned.
"Well if you're willing to lose that lab uniform and a few other pieces of clothes...yeah!"
She sighed, "You humans." she turned on heel and started to leave before she hit the door, she replied to winters remark. "You'll be better off going to the base brothel if you really need sexual intercourse that badly, You'll have 2 hours until you have to meet the lieutenant commander." She then exited the room.
"Base brothel?" Winters was stunned. "They sure have changed a few things since I was last up."
The door closed leaving Winters in a state of amusement.
"I like her she's fun to mess with." He thought
Down the hallway
all they want is our bodies", thought Sa'Jara.
She looked ahead down the hall nothing special stood out from the plain walls and doors.
Sa'Jara sighed to her self as she walked down the long dimly lit hallway "someday this is gunna change girl you'll be with your mate and all this will be behind you," she thought.
Sa'Jara was the installations, chief of cryosleep operations, managerbasically a no one. Being a beastial, especially a female beastial, It was hard to gain the respect she deserved considering her line of work. Sa'Jara was a Tigress beastial her fur was black and orange kind of like a jungle tigers of earth and her eyes was that of a wolf sharp cold and piercing yet soft around the edges showing her true self a loving caring woman that she was. She stood about 6 foot and was barely 150 pounds soaking wet a weakling by her races standards and compared to other Beastial women not as endowed either often mistaken for a man the only way there was a hint she was a female was her voice and hair .
She stopped out side the office of the lieutenant commander.
"Permission to enter?" she asked knocking on the door.
"Granted," Answered a gruff voice.
The voice belonged to lieutenant Commander Dra'Sha. Dra'Sha was a member of the dragon race with features like that of a Lizard beastial. There are three clearly defined differences between the two. One being the dragonic skin structure, which is composed mainly of scales and nearly impossible to penetrate with most hand weapons. Second, they had leathery wings which in wingspan was at least 20 feet unfolded.. Lastly, their skin always changes colors daily it was never one color at any time mood or weather could change their skin. Today the commander's skin was a deep shade of green a sharp contrast to the crimson red uniform he wore.
"How is our guest? I trust you took good care of him." Smoke curled from his nostrils towards the sky as he spoke.
"Yes, the Sergeant is up and feeling..." she hesitated to tell him what winters had said, but quickly dismissed it. "Err
well, I guess humans aren't my favorite study," she finished, standing at attention.
Lt. Commander Dra'Sha chuckled, " Please Sa'Jara stand at ease
.I really don't see why you hate humans...your mother and father are humans"
"Sir, I don't hate humans and they're my adopted parents they love me as if I was there own. I just hate the 'older humans' the ones who made us for battle," she answered, a hint of disgust in her voice.
"I am sure, as you read, Winters was made for the same reason, a
oh, what do they call them
Asguard, I believe." Dra'Sha said.
"Yes sir, is that all sir?" asked Sa'Jara.
"Yes, interesting wouldn't you say? They played god once, then twice, and look what happened they had to implant explosives into each...." Dra'Sha was interrupted by a buzz.
"Sir, Sergeant Winters wishes to speak with you," said a female voice. "Something about..." the voice paused. "Something about his Betty, sir?"
Dra'Sha sighed, "Send him in." He looked at Sa'Jara. "We'll have to finish this some other time yes ?"
"Yes sir," replied Sa'Jara as Winters arrived.
"Well seems this base if full of fucking morons" he said. "First her, then your dumb ass guards in the armory Nearly losing my Betty." He finished as he patted the rifle on his back.
Dra'sha's eyes widen in anger.
"YOU WILL RESPECT SA'JARA DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SOLDIER ?!?!" he roared.
Sa'Jara had never heard Lt. Commander Dra'Sha yell before, and she was quite intimidated. Winters, on the other hand, just looked and laughed at the seven foot tall dragonic warrior. He was actually laughing at Dra'Sha.
"Unreal" Sa'Jara thought.
"Well at least some one round here has some balls," said Winters. "Okay, okay, Sir I'm sorry for insulting the lady Sir."
Dra'Sha sat down rather suddenly.
"Hmm, I have never seen a human laugh at a mad dragon. Most of your kind would be fearful, yet you are not." Dra'Sha said at last some pouring from his nostrils.
Sa'Jara knew the commander well and knew the smoke was release of anger and a sign of bewilderment.
"Sir with all do respect your not that scary looking only thing scary to me is marriage," winters laughed aloud.
Sa'Jara interrupted, "Sirs
excuse me," she said with a bow.
"Very well, see you later, then, Miss Sa'Jara," said Dra'Sha.
"Yeah, see you round...Sa'Jara and uh sorry about calling you a moron," said Winters.
She nodded and left the office and returned to her quarters.
"Well at least he has some manners," she said while slipping out of her uniform and into her pink nightgown. She sighed, "I hope I don't get assigned to bring him up to speed on everything. I would hate to teach him."
She looked over at her nightstand where the holo picture of her lover stood. "Good night, my beautiful Sasha. I will come visit you when I can."
Sasha was a female beastial also, a beautiful Snow tigress who stood about five and a half feet tall here eyes where as blue as sapphires, her voice sweeter than sugar. Sa'Jara sighed, because she missed her beautiful supermodel girlfriend. They had met each other thru school. Sasha had been Sa'jara's only friend even though she came from a rich family while she was an orphan a with Human parents. She long for the day when she could leave this planet and return to her lover and settle down with her raise cubs and retire in peace. She sighed once more rolled over and turned off the lights.
"Time for sleep", she thought, as she drifted off to the land of dreams.
The next morning she awoke to the sound of music except it was not the music she programmed into her wall computer. It was coming from outside there was a lot of yelling. She quickly tied up her nightgown and ran to her balcony, hesitantly looking over the edge. There was a ring of humans yelling and cheering with a small hover van and a huge sound system.
"Great they picked to party near my sleeping quarters," she said in disgust.
She looked at her watch and realized it was only three in the morning.
"By the gods, I will have their ranks!!" she growled.
They paused the music suddenly, and turned it to a hard and heavy battle theme. Two humans stepped forward and the crowd roared in delight as the humans bowed before taking off their shirts, showing off the tattoos and muscles. One of them was a short black colored human whereas the other guy...she knew him as her heart skipped a beat or two. It was Winters! They're going to fight, she realized.
"AND NOW FOR YOUR BETTING PLEASURE I GIVE YOU SGT. PSYCHO AAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDD YOUR CURRENT CHAMP LALZO 'THE TANK' GOMORRA!!" said a human and the crowd roared and cheered both men and egged them on screaming, "BLOOD BATH!! BLOOD BATH!!" was the chorus of the crowd. The music stopped and a song she knew came on called "Hell March 2." The song was often played by most humans going into battle. Once the music began, Winters leapt onto the other human. Lazlo leapt to one side and Winters rolled towards the other. Taking a defensive stance, the other human leapt and punched Winters in the stomach. A move that would downed most humans, but winters was definitely not classified "most humans.". Gomorra recoiled, holding his hand in agony. Winters backhanded the other which sent him flying ten feet to crash into a wall leaving a large dent in the metal. The crowd whet nuts there was every manor of yelling and noise. It hurt Sa'Jara's ears. Winters picked up the other human by the neck and lifted him off his feet. The other human struggled hitting Winter's arm with all his might trying to break free of the hold. Once Gomorra started to turn blue and Winters dropped him.
"THE FIGHT IS OVER," announced a human. "AND THE WWWWIIIIINNNNEEERRRR IIIIIIS, ROBERT 'THE PSYCHO' WINTERS!! WAY TO GO SARGE!" The crowd below went wild with excitement Sa'Jara had seen enough she went back inside and rang the guard.
"Stupid humans," she said as she dialed the guard post.
Minutes later the wail of sirens from the ambulance scared off the humans that weren't drunk at least. She decided to try to get back to bed but soon found sleep to be an elusive thing. She rose felling the need to talk to her beloved Sasha. At least she could speak with some one who loved her and that thought made her happy. The holo viewer showed her lover the way she loved, naked. Then it finally showed Sasha in her room wearing a "nighty" as well.
"Hello my love," Sa'Jara whispered.
"Mmmm, what time is it," Sasha asked lazily
"It's morning for me, most likely night for you love" Sa'Jara replied. "Those stupid humans woke me up after I was just climbing into bed with you in my dreams."
"Mmmm, sounds wonderful sweetie," Sasha said, rising up majestically. The next few hours were spent the way they always were, in conversation.