Sarges remorse Chapter 1
The Awakening
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SGT. 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. The tubes viewer came on online.

"Downloading data," the eerie voice rang out.

"Damn 10,000 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 all 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. Shortly after, humans started exploring space and made contact with other races.
"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. Pretty damn good, he thought to himself.
"Sergeant, are you okay?" asked a female voice.

"Yeah get me outta 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. Their stood two human males each armed with auto cannons and beside them stood two techs one beastial woman a cat of some sort and a shinjii. Beastials 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. 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 recon and interrogation. Body modification: Cybernetic implants for speed, strength, and sight. Age: 20. Realtive 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 ya ta tell me who the hell I am!" Winters piped up, sarcastically in a gruff way. "How bout the rest o my men 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 seemd like hours. he took note of the hall it was a blinding white and plain seeming to pulse with light."final i was getting tired of walking !" said winters arraiving at a "clean room" .

"Welcome back, psycho," whispered one of the troops as winters moved pass him. Winters just smiled and patted the solider on the shoulder fallowing the beastial in to the room. The detox was just a way of saying clean up winters looked him self in the mirror.
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After “Cleaning Up”
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"Well now, I look pretty damn good." Winters hadn’t aged, just as predicted. After getting cleaned 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 yer willing to lose that lil lab uniform and a few other pieces o clothes yeah!"

She sighed, "You humans." 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." She then exited the room.

"Base brothel!?" Winters was stunned. "They sure have changed a few things since I was last up."

Humans…all they want is our bodies, thought Sa’Jara. Sa’Jara was the installations, chief of cryosleep operations, manager--basically a no one. Being a beastial, especially a female beastial, was hard to gain the respect she deserved considering her line of work. Sa’Jara was a cat like beastial her fur was black and orange kind of like a jungle tigers of earth and her eyes were that of a wolf sharp cold and piercing ... she stood about 6 foot and was barely 150 soaking wet a weakling by her races standards ...she stopped out side the office of the commander "permission to enter?" she asked.

"Granted,” said a gruff voice. The voice belonged to Lt. Commander Dra’Sha. Dra'Sha was a member of the dragon race with futures like that of a beastial. There are three clearly defined differences between the two. One being the dragonic skin structure which are composed mainly of scales. Second they had leathery wings also covered in scales on the finger-like extensions. Lastly their skin always changes colors daily.

Today it 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 Sargeant 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, "I really don’t see why you hate humans your mother and father are humans"

"Sir, I don’t hate humans. 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...." Dra'Sha was interrupted by a buzz.
“Sir, Sergeant Winters wishs to speak with you," said a female voice. "Something about...” the voice paused. “Something about a BFG, sir?"

Dra'Sha sighed, "Send him in." He looked at Sa’Jara. "We’ll have to finish this some other time?"

“Yes sir," replied Sa’Jara as Winters arrived.

"Well seems this base if full o’ morons" he said. "First her, then your dumb ass guards in the armory." Dra'Sha’s eyes widen in anger.

"YOU WILL RESPECT SA'JARA" he roared. Sa’Jara had never heard Lt. Commander Dra'Sha yell before. 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, I’m sorry for insulting the lady." 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 you are not."

"Sir with all do respect your not that scary looking only thing scary ta me is marriage," winters laughed out loud.

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 ya round....'Jara and uh sorry bout callin’ ya a moron," said Winters. Sa’Jara left the office and returned to her quarters.

"Well at least he as some manors" she said 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 night stand where the holo picture of here lover stood. "Good night, my beautiful Sasha. I will come visit you when I can.” Sasha was a female beastial also, a beautiful tigress who stood about five and a half feet tall. Sa’Jara turned off the lights. Time for sleep, she thought, as she drifted off to the land of dreams.

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Next Morning
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The next morning she awoke to the sound of music except it wasn’t the music she programmed 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, she looked over the edge. There was a ring of humans yelling and cheering with a small hover van and a huge sound system. "Great the picked to party near me," she said in disgust. She looked at her watch and realized it was only 0300 hours. "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 human stepped forward the crowd roared in delight the humans bowed and then took off their shirts showing off the tattoos and muscles’ one them was a short black colored human the other human, her heart skipped a beat in recognition. 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 the crowd roared and cheered both men and egged them on screaming, "BLOOD BATH!! BLOOD BATH!!" was the chores of the crow ad 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. Lalzo leapt to one side and Winters rolled towards the other. Taking a stance, the other human leapt and punched Winters in the stomach. A move that would downed most humans, but winters was definitely not “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 in side and rang the guard.

"Stupid humans,” she said as she dialed the guard. Minutes later the wail of sirens 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.
"Mmm, what time is it," Sasha said lazily

“It’s morning, love" Sa’Jara replied. “Those stupid humans woke me up and after I was just climbing into bed with you in my dreams."
"Mmm, sounds wonderful sweety," Sasha said, rising up majestically. The next few hours were spent the way they always were, in conversation.

“So, how are things back on earth?” Sa’Jara asks. “They’re well enough, baby. How are things in the ass end of space??” Sa’Jara laughed the “ass end of space” was colony Serria 117 on planet p3x411C. The planet was mined long ago for its use and is now just a refitting station and a place where misfits and those running from the law end up.

“It’s still the ‘ass end of space’ my lovely tigress,” she said, with a smile.

“Mmm when are you gonna come home and marry me Sa’Jara and have a family like we always planned?” asked Sasha. “I love you, Sa’Jara.” She purred.

“Aww, I love you too. You know I want to marry you as well, my love. I don’t know when I‘ll be back though. It could be next month or next year,” she said, a slight hint of sorrow in her voice.
“MISS SA’JARA PLEASE REPORT TO THE BRIEFING ROOM, ASAP!” rang out the bases PA system.

“Dammit,” Sa’Jara cursed. “I will see you soon my love, take care.”

“You too, lover,” said Sasha. Sa’Jara quickly dressed and bound out the door running towards the west wing of the base to the briefing room.

SGT. Winters sat in the briefing room bored as always he never really like talking except for when it was about warfare. “Oy winters want one?” called out CPL. Lancer. Lancers was Winters second-in-command, a good guy all the way from England. He and lancer met after boot camp and were inseparable after that.
“Sure Lancer! what is it?” Winters asked, catching a green soft orb.
“I dunno but it taste good think they called it wunabas.” Winters shrugged and ate the orb. Lancer was right it was pretty good, kind of like a cross between an orange and an apple. Just then Sa’Jara, the beastial he’d insulted the day before, walked in.


“I am fucked,” whispered winters.

“How so mate?” asked Lancer. Winters just hooked his finger in the air and pulled much liek one would a trigger on a pistol bringing it back to hischest this was his and lancers silent sign for insulted. Lancer just laughed. “Well mate, she fair game ta me then?” They spent the next five hours going over the territories and those that govern those territories. Winters learned that a fair number of races had joined the “collective.” Those in the collective, base four or the founders, so to speak. There were humans, beastial, shinjii and dragons and the lesser ones were elves and kathjii. Their were many other races but winters didn’t pay much attention some where good at farming but nothing of interest or value to him. These six were the collective’s heart. Each race was a player in trade, military strength, technology and science. The humans and beastials made strong militarily but lacked in technology and science. That’s where the dragons and shinjii came in to play. The elves and kathjii were mixed and best at all four though their technology, style/ways of fighting, tradable commodities and scientific practices are of a very different variety it is still useful despite the complexities.

“Okay that ends today lesson any questions,” ask Sa’Jara.

“No, miss Sa’Jara,” the room said in unison.

“Very well dismissed for today,” she said.

“Watch this mate,” Lancer said to Winters, as he walked over to the beastial. Winters moved in closer to hear what Lancer was going to say. “Hi there, Shelia. What is a lovely woman like your self doing this fine night?”
“Excuse me ?” she said, Lancer was putting on his best moves.
“Well a lovely woman like your self must get lonely here and you must need a strong man to curl up with at night. I was thinking we’d maybe get to know each other a lil betta and then hop in the sack,” said Lancer with a smile.

“Oh you’re so handsome.” said Sa’Jara. She, quick as lighting, smacked Lancer up side the head. “First off, you pervert, you’re a pig. I don’t see how any woman would desire to be with you and secondly I am taken.” She huffed angrily.

“Damn I envy the man who got you,” said Winters. Sa’Jara flicked her hair to the side.

“Not a man! A woman, Mr. winters, I am a lesbian.” Lancer’s jaw hit the floor.

“Well I wish you the best,” said winters. “We’ll see ya later.” He grabbed lancer by the arm. As soon as they got in to the yard leading to the barracks winters started laughing.

“You must feel soo fucking retarded now eh Lancer o pal??” Winters asked.

“Yeah, yeah, like you ain’t evah made a mistake fore…” Lancer mumbled, in a hallow voice.

“Yeah…but not that bad!” laughed winters.

“C’mon I hear there’s a base brothel. I’ll at least pay for ya ta get laid that way,” he added, as they walked onward.

“Ya know Winters, your like a father ta me,” said lancer. Winters paused and thought about that.

“Like a father??” he asked. “How am I like a father to you guys?” he asked, out loud.
“We’re all the same age there about.”

“Well, sir, you look out for us help us when we need it. You’re always there for each one of us. I don’t think you don’t know anything we do,” Lancer replied, chuckling.

“Yeah, I guess I kinda am, huh?” said Winters.

“Iight nuff o this soft stuff eh winters?” said lancer

“Yeah.” They walked of into the barracks to get ready for a night on the town.
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Location: approximately 2 light
years from colony Serria 117
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Aboard an unknown vessel a masked figure and elven leader are talking in lowered tones. “So mister…I don’t believe you told me your name,” said the elf.

“Call me oracle,” replied the masked figure.

“Y-yes oracle…now about the plan. I want you to attack only the base and steal whatever plans you can got that?”

“Yes Mr. Dedra…I understand your wish do you have the payment available?” the oracle asked.

“Yes thirty-five virgin beastial slave maidens, all to your desires and exact in all specifications before mentioned. May I ask what you intend to do with them?” asked Dedra.

“NO,” the oracle yelled, he then calmed. “As I have not asked you, what you plan to do with the data banks and cores. You shall not ask what I will do with these slaves.”
“Very, well then. I shall return once you have what I want.”
“Very well Mr. dedra” said the oracle. As the elf left the oracle removed his mask and spoke. “I haven’t fed in seventy-two hours. I am soo hungry you will feed me and my crew very well.” His face sent a wave of fear in to the beastials as it would be the last thing they would see.
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Not so Far away
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A muffled scream, was all Dedra heard as he walked away from the ship. By the gods, what is he doing!? He thought to himself but dismissed it just as quick as it was thought. “He’s probably just raping them,” he said, out loud to ease the feeling of dread. “Yes, that’s it. He’s just having his way with them.”




Sneak Peek: Winters awoke with the feeling of something fuzzy on his skin.  His eyes shot open.  One either side of him, lay two nude tigresses snuggling into his sides.  one of them opened their eyes.  “Hello lover boy,” she purred, snuggling deeper into him.