Vandread Fan Fiction ❯ Counterattack ❯ Path of War ( Chapter 2 )

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Barnette slowly pulled off Bart's shorts. It wasn't much, all limp and small. Curious, she stroked it, they said that it could supposedly change size, she wondered how that came about. Almost as soon as she touched it, it twitched. Her breath caught. Reacting to suddenly being exposed to open air and Barnette's touch, Bart was slowly getting hard, he was, of course, still asleep and had no idea what was going on. Wonderingly, Barnette continued stroking Bart, her curiosity now getting the better of her. Bart eventually stopped growing, his swollen member pulsing intensely.

Barnette began to breathe heavily. Being in the presence of a hardened manhood was doing things to her. That was supposed to go into a woman's snatch? She removed her clothes to get a look at her own womanhood, splaying it out and examining it. Suddenly no longer able to contain herself, she decided there was only one way to see for sure if it could fit. She straddled Bart, and impaled herself.

She groaned as she felt him break through something, stopping. As the pain faded she was now unsure of what to do, so she shifted. The sensation that went through her made her gasp. A few more nudges and she now had some idea what to do. She began moving, pushing him in and out of her. She moaned... this was so good.

She could feel her breasts dangling with every move, so she bent down some more holding onto Bart's chest for support, and let them brush against him. Finally she sat up, still moving, and held her tits in her hand, fondling them, kneading them, molding them, holding the nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She let out a muffled scream as the sensations became more and more intense, she could feel something building inside her, as if she was about to explode. Her movements became more and more frantic. It was coming. Then Bart jerked, she looked down thinking he may have woken up, when she felt it. Something came out from his member; she could feel it spilling deep within her. That pushed her over the edge; she arched her back as she came, the sensations too much for her.

When her breathing had returned to normal, she lifted herself off. She checked him, still sound asleep, although he now had a peacefulness he didn't have before. She sighed, unsure as to why she had done this. She started dressing, getting ready to go. She paused at the open door, looking back, would he remember anything? She hoped not, she was having trouble dealing with it herself. Almost as an afterthought, she threw a blanket over his sleeping form, before letting herself out.

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Jarell walked down the corridor, every now and then wiping the bottom of his t-shirt against his face. He'd run for almost an hour, meandering his way all over the ship. He usually didn't do it so often, but he realized that once the ship got underway, there would be no more time for his regular runs. A pity, he enjoyed it so much. Off at the end of the corridor, he saw Jarod rush past, his precious laptop clutched close. He was about to call the youth when he saw the look of abject terror on his face. Presently, the source of the boy's distress revealed itself, or rather, herself. "Come on, Jarod, I made this specially for you." Misty was carrying a bowl containing some sort of dish. Jarell couldn't help but smile. The misleading propaganda against women was by now history, but it seemed it was too late for the boy. The boy had complained to him once that he couldn't help suspecting that Misty was fattening him up so she could eat him later. Jarell scratched his head, remembering how he had found Jarod…

~Flashback~

A base in Talark, 14 months ago

He had just finished doing routine maintenance on his Type 101 Bangata and he had time to kill, so he had strapped himself in, put the powersuit on standby, and activated the suit's computer. He connected it to the Base's main computer, which would manage the simulation scenario. The viewports flickered and then showed a view of outer space, Harvest drones flickering into existence. As the simulation began, he throttled up, charging his way into the Harvest formation. Cubes went every which way, other shapes flashed by, the Type 101 cutting a swath across the formation, leaving shattered enemies in its wake.

The Bangata paused, it had destroyed every enemy it could. There was no more. Suddenly, there, right in front of him, he could see something strange. Debris was moving, coming together, coalescing… He watched, fascinated as a humanoid shape revealed itself. It looked like a twisted image of a Bangata, much like the copies of the Vandreads the Harvest fleet churned out, but shaped and sized like a Bangata. He paused, unsure what to do, this had never happened before. The enemy took the opportunity and charged, raising its battleaxe high. He parried and disengaged, but it pursued him, savagely attacking again. He evaded again, and when it attacked again, he seized the opportunity. Blocking, he used his thrusters to twist around, throwing his enemy off. Then, aiming his arm, he let loose with the cannons mounted there.

By all rights, the enemy should have been caught flatfooted, and if it had been any of the pilots under his command, they would have been. But the enemy somehow avoided serious damage, it twisted around, localizing the damage to its right arm and shoulder, then with a roar of boosters escaped. The twin fire streams tracked after it, but it was too fast. Jarell grunted, then raised his glaive, guess he would have to do this the hard way.

Meanwhile, in the main computer room a pair of techs watched the furious duel taking place in cyberspace.

"Man, look at them go!"

"Is it the same one?" His partner asked.

"Yup, it is", he answered.

"Well then trace it!"

"Already in progress, been through half a dozen relays already… Whoa! Did you see that? He just bounced off Olympus!"

"I didn't think Olympus would be operational for another couple of months. Must be a temporary comm facility. You better call Lieutenant Dyson and inform him of the situation."

Jarell bit his lip, he and his enemy were currently dodging and exchanging fire. "What?" He snarled when he heard the comm beep. A nervous looking tech appeared on the lower right corner of his forward viewscreen. "Well? Can't you see I'm busy?" "Well, uhh, sir, we currently have an electronic intrusion in progress here at the main computer. Said intrusion has uploaded a virus allowing it to interface with your combat simulation and cause changes in its programming…" "Speak in English", Jarell cut him off. "Well, somebody has hacked into our systems and is currently affecting your simulation." "Affecting? How?" "Your enemy, sir, we believe it's being controlled by our intruder." "So? What now?" "Uhh, sir, this isn't the first time he's done it, but no one has ever lasted this long, we would like you to try to keep him there for as long as possible while we trace his signal." Jarell cursed as a near miss hit him, "Waitaminute, you mean he's challenged other pilots before? And no one's beat him yet?" The tech just nodded. He did some fast figuring. "Have you notified security?" "Yes sir, they already have a team ready, but according to them they can't do anything unless we find the intruder's location first." Jarell sighed, "Alright, I'll see what I can do, inform security that once you find the location, I will be joining the team." He cursed again. The enemy had so far performed within the limits of a Type 101 Bangata like his own, right down to weaponry. That meant the contest was almost purely one of skill, and the enemy was very skilled. Skilled enough so that he couldn't really toy with him. If the chance presented itself he would have to go in for the kill, otherwise the situation might reverse and the enemy might get him.

The duel continued for a bit longer until finally, Jarell saw his opening. He took it, slicing a huge gash in his enemy's left shoulder, nearly severing its arm. The enemy mecha seemingly paused as its thrusters and other systems `failed'. It then continued on its previous course, micro-explosions wracking its frame, but it was not finished yet. Just as a message came from the computer room informing him that the trace was complete, Jarell aimed his cannons and let loose with the last of his ammo, until only empty clicks could be heard from his cannons. The enemy exploded.

Jarell's displays went dead, the simulation finally over. He immediately opened his cockpit and jumped down, hitting the hangar bay floor at a dead run. He quickly made his way to the air vehicle pad. A small patrol ship was still waiting for him, its engines already glowing. He jumped aboard, a security trooper helping him up. "This is it?" He asked, there were only three people in the passenger area besides him. "The other two transports have gone on ahead", one, wearing the rank insignia of an ensign, answered. "They have sealed off the area and have pinpointed the suspect, but are awaiting our signal to apprehend." "Good", Jarell said, "whoever it is, I want him alive."

And so, they had gone and found their suspect, a boy of just under fifteen, who under normal circumstances would have been doomed to remain a low-class worker forever. Because of his actions, however, he was seen fit to be elevated to elite level. Jarell himself made the argument to the High Command, the boy had, after all, hacked into a main computer, created a virus that would allow him to challenge Bangata pilots, actually beat pilots in simulated duels, not to mention jury-rig his own equipment. From the way he had fought, Jarell expected him to have at least a virtual reality seat complete with pedals stashed away, even though such equipment was never ever found in a facility like the one where they found him. Instead, he had on a jointed piece of metal attached to each ankle doubling for pedals. The rest of his equipment was a modified set of VR goggles and gloves, modified to include the `pedals' by him. Jarell himself had tested the boy for suitability as a Bangata pilot, even though he was below the age when trainees were usually accepted. Because of his pre-existing expertise, Jarell had arranged for the boy's exemption from piloting and engineering courses. Upon passing the qualifying tests after only three months instead of the usual eight, Jarod joined Jarell's unit. Jarell was by then already at the Nirvana.

~end flashback~

That was then, over time the rest of his unit had been completed. A pirate, a Mejaylan and Maila, had completed Bangata pilot training about a year ago, the first women to ever do so. A pair had also graduated with the following batch but after four months had transferred to Olympus. On the dread pilots' side there were almost as many men, but all four were aboard the Nirvana.

Jarell pondered this phenomenon, few men volunteered to be dread pilots, the same was true for women and bangata pilots. He briefly considered asking some scientists if they had noticed this trend or studied it. The results could be fascinating, or funny depending on how you look at it.

He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't look as he turned the last corner to his quarters. He bumped into something. His hands reached out to steady whatever, whomever it was he had bumped into and also to try to keep his balance. He looked down, mumbling his apologies, straight into a very generous pair of endowments just barely held in check by black cloth. Ulp. This can't be happening, but it was. He'd by now spent enough time on the ship to know that she was easily the most generously endowed female on the ship. He looked up at her face and tried to keep his attention to what she was saying, those green orbs, anything but her luscious front side… and failed. Miserably.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking," Jura began her practiced spiel. "I don't know what came over me… I'm really very sorry. Seeing as you're all sweaty and you're probably very thirsty, so why don't we go for a drink? What do you think? Just so there are no hard feelings…"

Something was wrong, Jura thought, he looked preoccupied, always looking down. Darn if he refused, it was so hard to time it right like this. "Well? Please?"

Finally something broke through to Jarell's muddled brain, she had asked him to go for a drink with her… "Uhh, sure, okay", he stammered finally, still trying to keep his eyes off those breasts.

~later at the cafeteria~

They sat across from each other, both `busy' with their drinks. Say something, like how sexy he looks all sweaty in a sweat suit, like a lean, mean fighting machine, anything. Jura thought. Jarell for his part didn't know what to say, Jura's quest wasn't exactly a big secret, now he had the sick feeling that he was the current target, that's it. "So, how's your search going? Still no takers?" Jura almost gaped at the question, anything but that, how can I spring the trap. "Ahahahaha, silly boy", Jura regained her wits, "we're about to go into war, how can I think about that?" Phew, that was close. "So you're not looking for someone to father your child anymore?" "Errr, it's not urgent, hehe?" Jura laughed weakly, why the hell did he open that subject up. Jarell just laughed back, weakly, he was not entirely convinced. In an effort to convince each other both laughed even harder.

Then there was an awkward pause. "Ummm", Jarell scrabbled around for another topic, and noticed that his drink was drained, finally. "I'd better go, I still have to dress, don't forget that combat exercise later today." He stood up without waiting for a response, and hurriedly made his escape.

Jura visibly sagged, well, that went well. She might as well have hit her head on her Vandread's shields, for all the progress she'd made with him.

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"All units maintain formation! Barnette, Squadron 2 is yours," Meia gave out the orders. "Baker Squad, Charlie Squad, stand back for stragglers and anyone that breaks through. Able Squad, Dog Squad you're with me," the two squadrons of Type 99s decelerated, while the two squadrons of type 101s followed Jarell's lead. "Hibiki, let's go!" Dita's blue Dread and Hibiki's gold Vanguard accelerated out in front of the formation and combined, the resulting blue giant immediately raising its twin shoulder cannons and firing at the enemy formation. The cubes scattered, not a few incinerated by the blast. Those that continued forward were easy pickings for the Special Bangata Squadrons that met it. "Squadron 1, let's go!" "Squadron 2, let's go!" Meia and Barnette led their squadrons out, away from each other, and back in a pincer, catching the scattering enemy formation in the middle.

BC surveyed the bloodbath from the bridge. The battle was going well. The Harvest drones didn't have a chance, and Bart still had yet to open up the Nirvana's guns. "Statistics, Misty?" "Everything is going according to plan, no casualties as yet, enemy force now at 65% strength." The combined Dread and Bangata force had quickly whittled down the opposing force, which worried BC. The Harvest fleet always tended to come up with a few surprises every now and then. Gasco, err, Gascogne, could program their Harvest mothership to manufacture those types that they'd seen before, but could not guess what the Harvest could come up with next. "Gasco?" "It's Gascogne", the other senior officer snarled. BC fought to keep a straight face, "proceed with stage 2 of the exercise." That meant the fake Vandreads and the cloaked ship if Gascogne was in the mood. The fake Nirvana would come in handy later.

Meanwhile, out in the middle of the battle, Hibiki had now teamed up with Meia and they were proceeding to cut fast and cut deep through the spiked balls. He snarled as they cut a fake Vandread Jura in half, the other fakes moving as far away as possible from them. They didn't get far, most ran straight into Jarell's squadron's path. "Hibiki", Jura called out, seeing Jarell and wanting to impress him, "our turn!" "Go!" Meia acknowledged Jura's request. The Vanguard disengaged from its high-speed partner and proceeded to combine with the red Dread. The red Vandread then deployed its shield over a scattering debris field and started compressing it. It then moved in the direction of a new formation of cubes and balls and started spewing the compressed scrap at the formation. The enemy never had a chance. Those that did escape the stream of superheated shrapnel ran straight into the Bangata and Dread squadrons. It was over. The mothership now lay vulnerable, needing time to churn out a new batch of attackers. BC called the exercise off.

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