《Fox Squadron》Chapter 1
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Assignment Orders
Revision #1,237
Issue Date 12:20 7/23/255,555 GY
Name: Michael Orizeky Rank: Cadet t
Age: 14. Race:Frayin. Homeworld: Fraya.
Hair: short Scarlet. Fur: Scarlet. Eyes: Scarlet.
Skin: Tanned. Height: 5ft,4in weight: 125lb
DOB: 4/16/255,541 GY
Parents
Father: The Holy Emperor Tiberius Oriseky. Mother: Malika Singso.
Mirin: Not applicable
Cadet Michael is hereby assigned to the newly formed Training Squadron aboard Taurus Station, Section one twenty-six A,Terra, Sol System for the purpose of practical experience and training.
This Squadron has been awarded the callsign of FOX and shall hereafter be referred to as Fox Squadron.
Standing Orders
Fox Squadron's duties shall include, but not be limited to, the training of both Imperial and Terran Federation Cadets as well as act as the designated Liaison Squadron and shall handle all disputes and conflicts between the residents of Taurus Station, Section one twenty-six B, the local populist and Imperial citizens.
Cadet Michael is ordered to report to deck 3 compartment 237 aboard the Aurora by 16:20 7/23/255,555 GY. ALL requests for transfers or reassignments shall be Denied!
Michael slowly moved the long thin practice sword through the various stances of the dueling form he had been taught while growing up. While at the Academy he would normally go find one of the senior male cadets and request a sparring match. Now that he was on the Aurora this wasn't really possible. Unfortunately, the Aurora had what would be considered a more normal crew composition as compared to the Academy. That of course being that it was predominantly female. So now he was stuck waiting for one of the thirty six or so girls that were currently in the physical training room to work up the courage to ask him for a sparring match.
He could just ask one of them for a match himself but that would likely lead to far more trouble than it was really worth. So for now he was stuck going through stances until one of them finally worked up the courage and asked him for a match. In his experience this normally took about twenty minutes. So it was very surprising when one of the girls approached him after only seven.
"Excuse me." Michael glanced over at the girl who was the source of the silvery voice that had just addressed him.
The petite girl was about the same height as he was and was currently wearing the standard Academy PT gear that he was. That consisted of a pair of gray shorts and a white short sleeve shirt. Other than this she also had a training helmet on. The helmet itself covered the entire head, including her ears, and had a visor that was set over the eyes. The front of the ears were covered with a black mesh screen to allow the wearer to still be able to hear.
Even so, he could tell that the color of her fur was a bright silver because of her tail. Curiously, when he had entered the room he hadn't noticed any one with bright silver fur. It's something he was positive he would have noticed as it was a color that was just as rare as his.
"Would you like to have a sparring match with me?", she asked.
At first Michael wasn't sure how to respond. Her strange demeanor had a weird familiarity to it and he wasn't quite sure why. He didn't really have time to dwell on this though as the entire room was currently watching and waiting for his response.
"Of course. I would be glad to have a sparring match with you." She maintained the same pleasant little smile as he answered.
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“Wonderful" as she spoke she turned toward the center of the room and clasped her hands behind her back. "Then I believe the center ring is currently available." She said, looking back over her shoulder before walking to the ring.
Michael followed after a few moments. Everyone in the room was currently watching them. Most were simply trying to figure out who this brazen little commoner girl was. Who had walked into the room and without any hesitation asked the Prince to spar with her. Others were trying to gage what her angle in all this was. As for Michael himself, he was simply giving her a quick once over as she took her position in the ring and positioned herself into a fighting stance.
She was pretty, he had to admit. With those long shin legs, the gentle soft curves to her body, light tanned skin, and the mischievous little smile on her face. She looked like she didn't have a care in the world. He figured it might be fun to let her in close and play with her a little bit before ending the match. He smiled at the thought of getting to see. He blushed as he turned to face her.
"Ready when you are." He said as he put his helmet on and shifted into a fighting pose.
This would be a quick simple match. She was using the style created by the Imperial Navy to take advantage of its user's agility and flexibility in close, narrow quarters and favored combat against multiple opponents. On the other hand he was using a style that was created to make use of its users strength and power and favored single combat. He had all of the advantages here and he knew it. The counter in the corner of his vision quickly began counting down.
Five, four, three, two, he couldn't tell if she was more nervous or giddy as she bounced on her heels in time to the count, one. There was a quick beeping indicating the start of the match. In that exact moment the girl had launched forward in a blinding fast lunge. It had been so quick in fact that Michael had actually felt the metal of her blade touch his neck before he managed to deflect the blade and side step behind her. Despite the short moment of shock he still managed to reach out and grab her around the middle and pull her into a hold, locking her left arm to her side. While at the same time using his own blade to hold the tip of hers to the ground. He looked over with a wicked smile. Only to catch her looking back over her shoulder at him.
"Oh, how sweet." She said as their eyes met. She had a sweet smile on her soft lips that gave an impression of a cat who had just caught a mouse. Before he could react she latched onto his arm that was holding her and pulled her feet off the ground. The sudden shift, as 95lb of weight was added to the front of his body, threw him off balance causing them both to start falling forward. The moment he passed the point where he couldn't recover she planted her feet back on the ground and used his own weight and momentum to throw him through the air to the other side of the ring.
Michael stared up at the ceiling from where he had landed on his back. His sword was about two feet to his right as he laid there on the ground contemplating exactly how stupid he was. When she called out to him.
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"Soooo. If you are done ogling me now. Maybe we can go ahead and have a real match." He could feel the heat rush to his face. As stupid as it was he had spent less time admiring her body he probably wouldn't be on his back right now. Grudgingly turned over, picked up his sword and looked back to where she was patiently waiting for him to recover.
This time he actually paid attention to more than how she looked. Her legs were positioned left foot in front of the right and slightly to the right instead and not directly in front of it. Her back was straight and she was taking smooth, evenly timed breaths. Her grip on her sword was gentle yet firm, with the blade slightly pointed forward. Her smile was one of confidence and she had a sharp look in her dark colored eyes. She was not playing around and she was not hesitant. More importantly though the style she was using was not the Imperial Navy's style but a duling style taught to high ranking female nobles. Michael positioned his blade in a middle guard position and wondered where in the name of the Holy Flame had she learned that.
As soon as he was ready she lunged forward once again on the attack. This time they were both cautious. Their two blades rang out in a series of rapid blows as they tried, and failed, to find an opening in their opponent's defense. Twice Michael managed to get a hold of her and each time she had used the hold to pivot around and launch a counter attack. The girl continued to dance around him. Each time she darted in with a series of quick strikes. He would repel each of these by forcing her to retreat back with a powerful blow or an attempted grab. Periodically Michael would push the attack forcing her to continue to dodge and parry each strike of his sword before she would finally manage to get some distance between them and return to probing his defenses.
Michael had completely lost track of how long the match had gone on when he found his opening. As she darted in to make a high horizontal slash, Michael shifted his weight to bring his own blade down toward her in a vertical strike that forced her into a high two handed block. As soon as her left hand sprung up to help hold her own blade steady, Michael reached forward and grabbed both of her wrists in a single smooth movement and immediately pulled straight up and behind him. Forcing her to drop her sword and pulling her body right up against his. With barely any hesitation at all, she once again picked her feet up off the ground in an attempt to throw him off balance again. This time though he was ready and braced for it. Once again he found himself looking right into her eyes. Then she planted her feet on the front of his legs and pushed, sending them both tumbling to the floor.
Michael once again found himself looking up from his back. This time, with the girl leaning forward on top of him and spradling his waist. For a moment they didn't move both panting and out of breath as sweat dripped down their faces. Across their visors were the words,
RING OUT
TIE.
With each breath Michael was assaulted with the sweet smell of Snowdrops that lingered around the girl. It was a smell he was familiar with and one that he loved. His heart raced as he thought it couldn't be. The odds were just against it. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood up and removed her helmet, allowing her long shimmering silver hair to fall down to just below her shoulder blades. She turned back to him with her brilliant smile and dark brown eyes before speaking.
"Well that was fun. We will have to do it again sometime." He barely managed to give her a stunned nod before she turned and slowly walked out of the room. Seeming impervious to the looks she received as she left.
Michael sat there in a stupor as she left. His mind was racing. It was her. He was positive of it. The odds that there would be more than one girl around his age with dark brown eyes and bright silver fur and hair were astronomical. Let alone for those two girls to have the exact same smell. So it must be the same girl from six years ago. That he was positive of as he finally shook himself out of his stupor and got up to go after her.
He exited the training room only to find the corridor empty and with no signs as to where she could have gone. He cursed his own stupidity. How could he have just sat there like an idiot as she left. This was the second time he had completely forgotten to ask for her name!
Michael made the trip back to his bunk room in silence. His thoughts raced as he tried to work out a way to find that girl again. As he entered he took a quick moment to note the changes between now and when he had first moved in his gear almost an hour ago. This was something he had first been taught to do when he was five. Now it was just something he did without thinking. The first thing he noted was the number and location of the occupant of the room. Most of the occupants were Cadets like himself. Four of them were sitting on the left side and the fifth was currently resting in one of the four narrow bunk bays in the back of the room. Each bunk bay had a bunk bed on the left side and a set of three lockers with a single bunk on top of them. All except the bay on the far right of the compartment. This bay had a single bunk on the left side and a desk and locker on the right. It also had the only non Cadet in the compartment in it.
The second was to simply identify everyone in the room. The four Cadets talking in the lounge area were all one he either knew of before arriving or had at least met when he first arrived. The ones he had met when dropping off his gear earlier were Amara Drenal and Elvira Halana both Standard Cadets like himself. Amara had long blonde hair, light brown fur and bright blue eyes. She was a well out spoken and polite girl. When she wasn't setting up some strange or stupid game that is. Elvira was a rather shy girl and soft spoken. In fact she hadn't said three words to, well anybody since he had met her. She had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and blue fur that was so dark it was almost black. Then there was newcomer Eric Rendal, the only male in the group. He had short brown hair and fur, and hazel eyes. He was the first son of the Governor of the largest sector in Frayin space. It looked like he had only recently arrived and was moving into the first bay. Though they had never officially met, Michael had been required to attend several parties in which Eric had also been attending. He was also a standard Cadet. The last one was Kelly Albeen. She and her brother, who was currently sleeping in the second bunk bay, were both rather infamous at the Academy. They had a reputation for not working well with others. Both were SR Cadets and had short brown hair, blue fur and copper colored eyes.
Michael had decided when he first arrived and seen, that the first bay had two female Cadets already in it and the second had the rather infamous Twins, that he would take his chances with the third bay that currently had no one in it. When he had checked, he did find that one of the lockers and the bed above them had already been taken. This suited him fine considering the alternatives. So he claimed the middle locker and the bottom bunk as his own. Then changed into his PT gear and headed to the physical training room.
Now that he was back he immediately went to his own bunk bay and opened his locker.Though he didn't take much note of it, the third locker and the bunk above his now appeared to have been claimed while he was gone. Neither of his bunk mates were currently anywhere in sight though. So he didn't put much thought into it and grabbed everything he needed including a clean uniform and turned to head to the showers connected to the main room. He also chose to ignore Amara as she tried to talk to him on his way there. He really didn't feel like entertaining her with some ideal chatter at the moment. Nor did he pay any mind to the sound of water hitting tiles as he entered the shower room, still lost in thought on how to meet that girl again. His train of thought did come to a screeching halt though as he was about half way through removing his PT shirt, when a small high pitch squeak followed by a small clattering noise, quickly refocused his attention back to his surroundings.
In front of him standing under the shower spray were two, very naked girls. For a single moment the three of them actually froze in place staring at each other. The brush that had been dropped now forgotten. Now it wasn't even unusual for different sexes to use the same showers, even at the same time for that matter. So that wasn't a problem. However the current scene was rather unusual. This mostly had to do with the people who were involved and the actions each of them were currently taking.
Michael the son of the Holy Emperor and member of the Royal Family had, without a word or sound entered the showers and began undressing in In front of what appeared to be a JR Cadet t who was currently being washed by the very same brown eyed, silver girl he had just been thinking about. The source of the squeak that he had heard was the smaller girl whose face was currently beat red and wide eyed.The word awkward didn't seem to quite cover the moment. Though fortunately after his heart had restarted, he did come to the realization that the smaller girl he had mistaken as a JR Cadet was actually a 17 year old SR Cadet named Tali Findire. Which actually somehow seemed made the situation worse if one could believe. Tali was a little commoner girl from some remote farming world. However she was also the Cadet t with the best piloting scores ever at the Academy. She was actually quite famous for it. This was the first time he had actually seen her. She was mabe an inch or two shorter than he was. Her long dark brown hair down that fell down to the middle of her back. Her eyes almost look like small green emeralds. Her fur was golden brown. Like all Frayins a thin strip fur ran all the way down to the base of her tail, wrapping around her small petite body only to cover her breasts and then again to cover her lower body similar to the way a pair of really short shorts would. Overall she gave off the impression of a small animal that you want to protect. It was oddly endearing
The brown eyed silver girl currently had her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter at the absurdity of the whole situation. Her silver fur only covered a little more than what a two piece swimsuit would cover. Her figure was actually better than what he had thought when he had first seen her. Her clothes apparently did a very good job at hiding her figure. Michael did his best to not stare at the two girls. He failed rather miserably at this task. As his eyes took in every inch of the two beautiful young girls in an attempt to commit it all to memory
The brown eyed silver girl, as he had taken to referring to her in absence of a name, was the first to break the rather awkward moment.
"So, you followed me all the way into the shower. Have you come to have your way with me and my poor little friend here?" Both Michael and Tali turned and stared at her. The looks on their faces seem to say 'did you really just say that?' Michael was at a complete loss for words. He had dealt with aggressive girls before. Comes with the territory of dealing with nobles. But this was different. It was as if she had no care or concern that he was a Royal or that she was a commoner. It baffled him.
All he could do was shake his head as he wordlessly finished taking the rest of his clothes off and entering the shower himself at the end and as far away from the two girls as he could of course. Even from ten feet away he could feel both pairs of eyes looking into his back. A moment later the girl spoke once again.
"My name is Tiara by the way."
Michael turned just enough to see the two girls. Tiara was standing there smiling back at him with that same mischievous smile from before. As soon as their eyes met she turned and grabbed ahold of Tali's arm and pulled her close "Come on Tali I want to brush your tail." The bewildered Tali could do nothing to stop the raging storm, that was Tiara as she was dragged off to the nearby bench to dry off and be brushed. Michael for his part turned the shower to cold and did his best to ignore the small squeaks and muffled moans Tali made as Tiara brushed her tail while hoping against hope that no one in the lounge was listening through the door.
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