The Schism Chapter Two: The Newborn
#2 of The Schism
Note to Readers: Well, to start... I'm extremely apologetic for the MASSIVE amount of time it has taken me to finally get down to writing this second part. I'm not going to lie and say that real life decided to be a pain and keep me too busy. Because even if that's true for a good portion of the time, I still had free time in which I could have written this for you guys. So... For those of you who still care, here's part 2 of The Schism
High Ensign Jacob "Little Jake" Jarovsky had been assigned to this battle group just out of the Military Academy. He thought he was going to get a menial position on one of the lower ships, but he was surprised to be given a position on the warship of the Emperor's brother. He had always been trying for promotion when he was in the Academy, but he wasn't sure he was quite ready for this position. He was happy to have such an important position, but this ship had come under attack at least half a dozen times in the past month. His job was to operate one or more of the sentry drones that were often deployed for one mission or another.
For this mission, he was to track the activities of the Newborns on the continent that the inhabitants called North America. Of course he had three men under his command also assigned to command other Drones. There were only 8 Newborns on this particular continent, but each man still had to track two a piece. Two of them were already rampaging in the north and southwest corners of the country. Five had taken the usual path, and had stolen several shipments of food, and secluded themselves in places that were hard to reach. The one that had him most interested now resided in the southeastern tip of this continent, on a small piece of land that jutted out into a large ocean.
This one in particular had kidnapped a human girl, and taken her to an uninhabited area covered with trees. He had maintained a surprising amount of control over himself, in the fact that he had not killed her. This was a good sign, as the Newborns often had troubles with controlling whatever desire they felt most upon their transformation. Most evident of these were the ones that felt rage. Those that were now destroying everything in their path on the west coastline were among these. Unfortunately those that suffered from rage almost always had to be killed, for their own good, as well as to protect the people they were attacking.
All of them would eventually destroy themselves if they were not captured, and brought to the professionals on board this ship. This one would be the least evasive of all of the Newborns on this continent; therefore he had to get his report to the Admiral of the ship, in order for a team to be sent out to retrieve him. Grand Admiral Alexei "Brother-Lex" was the commander of this ship, and in fact the entire battle group. He was brother to the emperor of their people, and second in command for the entire Military.
He was a very large man, always clad in the armor that signified his rank. Rather than wear comfortable clothes, or even a formal uniform, he wore a heavy set of armor black in color, covering every inch of his skin, with a helmet that unfolded to cover his face in times of battle. Right now his helmet was unfolded, and had vanished somewhere into his armor. Jake was no Engineer, and still marveled at the fact that not only the helmet, but a few hundred pounds of armor could fold in on itself so far that only a line of metal was left on the back of the wearer. Right now the Admiral's helmet was not on, and Jake found himself looking up at his intimidating commander's face. He was a very stern looking man, with a wide jaw-line, penetrating gray eyes, short cut silver hair, and remnants of a scar across his right cheek. Jake could also see the faint image of the Admiral's family-scar beginning to show around his temples as well. The Admiral would most likely take his medicine tonight to make it disappear.
Jake gave a well-practiced salute, drawing his right hand into a fist, and planting it on the center of his chest, before lowering his head. "Grand Admiral, sir, one of the Newborns is displaying a behavior that we haven't seen before... he seems to have kidnapped a human female." The Admiral's face did not change at all, but he looked down at the young ensign before taking the small computer to look at the report.
"I say this once again, Jake, you can just call me sir, or Alexei. What did he do with the girl once he kidnapped her? We can't rule out the idea of him using her as a source of food. Normally they never eat their own race after the transformation, but I've learned to expect anything." The Admiral did not look up at Jake, but rather just kept scrolling down the report.
"Well, sir, he... uh" Jake was rather embarrassed to tell the Admiral what the Newborn had done with the young girl. He decided to just wait for the Admiral to read the report. After a minute of silence, the Admiral's eyes widened slightly as he kept reading on. When he raised his eyes from the report, Jake decided to continue "I didn't quite know what to make of this one, sir, but he is far enough away from the human civilization for us to capture him without notice."
"That's good. Send out squads 7 and 15. I don't want this young girl to come to any harm, understood?"
"Yes sir, I will send down the order now." Now that this Newborn would be captured, Jake could get back to watching the others that were off brooding in the mountains somewhere. He had found himself rather mesmerized by what he had seen an hour earlier. The girl was very beautiful indeed.
"What's the news on this one? Middle of the woods, young human girl with him, use of magic, wait why did he take a girl with him?" Senior Captain Augustus "Archer" Slade was being outfitted into his heavy assault armor while he listened to his second talking to command about the Newborn his unit was about to be deployed to catch. He watched the young cadets run around with very large pieces of armor to be placed on the rest of the men in his squad, and the other men in squad 15. His second would tell them the specifics of the mission when they all had their comm. Units operational. Two cadets walked up, using a machine to help them carry the huge chest plate of his armor, fixing it in place with the rest of his armor with a loud scrape of the metal fitting in place. He lifted his massive armored hand and used it to cup the head of one of the cadets, ruffling his hair a little before sending him off.
He surveyed the squads, all of the men besides himself and the other team leader wearing armor that ranged from light to super-heavy. Light armor consisted of plates of a special metal that could camouflage into its surroundings. The default setting for the armor was black, but when activated, the camouflage would change to whatever color suited the surroundings. The light armors also possessed active camouflage, but the cloak replaced the shield when used, and would therefore only be used when stealth was paramount. The light suits consisted of a (mostly) bulletproof mesh, covered with metal plates resting on the chest, shoulders, and back. With smaller plates on the forearms that carried extra ammo clips, grenades, etc, and more plates covering the front of the legs. A small power unit rested on the back of the suit, and was covered in Octium - one of the strongest alloys his people had ever created. Weaponry for light level armors included submachine guns, pistols, sniper rifles, and small melee weapons that focused on speed and wounding an enemy quickly before retreating.
The medium armors also possessed the camouflage feature, but were too large and bulky to make the cloaking effective. However, what they lost in stealth, they made up for in armor. The under armor was made of the bulletproof mesh, but large pieces of armor were affixed to the outside of the mesh, covering over 90% of the body. The armor was 8 inches thick, and weighed nearly 200 pounds in all. It could stop the projectiles from most types of weaponry, and possessed a shield generator fixed on the back of the wearer. The shield could stop concentrated fire from even their own weapons for several minutes before being depleted. Medium level weaponry included light machine guns, submachine guns, low level explosives, and high powered rifles. The medium level troopers had the widest range of melee weapons, being able to use the light weapons of the scouts, all the way to the axe-staves of the Emperor's personal guard.
Heavy armor was most often worn by troops in heavily entrenched positions. The mesh suit was part of this armor just to make the wearer more comfortable. The armor itself was so thick that bullets rarely made it through to even reach the mesh. The only part of the mesh that was visible was around the neck of the wearer, in order to allow for proper movement of the head. The armor itself weighed more than 500 pounds, and was only worn by the most physically fit of the soldiers. It possessed a high level shield generator capable of stopping all projectiles from reaching the wearer for a long time before it was depleted. Heavy troopers were the only normal soldiers who were allowed to use energy weapons. They were permitted to use the Leviathan class energy weapons, which consisted of two forms of heavy machine guns, and one sniper rifle. The other weapons used by this level consisted of heavy machine guns, explosives, and tank buster rifles. The heavy armor was too bulky for most forms of melee weaponry, but an exceptionally well trained soldier could operate a whip or a medium sized sword and shield.
The final level of non-specialist soldiers was known as Super-Heavy troopers. The captain was a member of these soldiers, and had received his upgrades almost a year ago. These soldiers had been augmented to increase their abilities to levels beyond the limits of even their own people's physiology. Their bodies were powerful enough to operate the L-89 Typhon class power armor; a massive suit of armor weighing almost a thousand pounds, and made of the second most dense alloy known to their people. Usually only the commanders of a unit wore this level of armor, for they were the only ones who had received upgrades to their bodies. Despite the size of the armor, these soldiers could still move freely, and quickly. Two high level shield generators were placed in the back of the armor, and created a barrier that could only be broken by the most powerful of weapons. Their weaponry consisted of all non-specialist levels of energy weapons, and all of the projectile weapons. The only weapons they could not get their hands on were used by the Emperor's personal guard. This rank of soldier could also operate most forms of melee weapons, the small weapons of the scouts being the only exceptions.
"Beacon! Hurry and get suited up and ready to go." Sergeant Les "Beacon" Amador was his second, and often had a tendency to overanalyze any orders they were given, making them late for more than one deployment. The other two men of his unit were Specialist Blaine "Firemane" Vaught, and their new trainee Private Renato "Rummy" Sizemore. Squad 15 was led by First Lieutenant Isaias "Tacman" Higdon, with his second, Sergeant Duncan "Knight" Cave, and Privates Riley "Red" Clawson, and Adena "Athena" Williams. Isaias had earned his nickname and his rank when he led a squad of seven men to victory over an enemy outpost, single-handedly taking it with perfect tactics. He was a good man, but inexperienced, and he would follow Augustus in this mission.
"Beacon, you better be ready in five minutes or I'm gonna put this massive metal boot through your ass, son."
"Alright, alright, I'm ready sir. My armor is much lighter than yours, you know? Anyway, does everyone have their comms up and going? Yes? Good, 'cause this one's definitely going to be unique." Both squads were situating themselves for transport; it took quite a lot of power, not just precise calculations to transport men wearing such massive suits of armor, and they needed it to go right or risk having one of their men leave a piece of his armor behind, or worse maybe even a limb.
"Tell us about the target, Beacon." He led a squad of men who were comfortable around each other, and could joke with one another even when there were bullets flying.
"Right, uh. Anyway, it's basically the same as one of the Newborns who seclude themselves with food and whatnot. Except that this one didn't steal food, he stole a young human girl and took her somewhere off into the woods."
"Why would he do that?" Knight was large, even for his position. He seemed to revel in making his muscles as large as they could get, and excelled in all of the physical activities that the men on the ship did from time to time. Augustus had even heard stories of people seeing Knight do push ups while in his armor, something he had only seen the Emperor do.
"Well... he kinda took her for..." Beacon diverted his gaze from the squads, switching between the leaders of each.
"Spit it out, Beacon"
"He took her so that he could have sex with her, sir." Several of the men shifted a bit in their armor, none of them expecting that. Augustus, Knight, and Tacman were the only ones who didn't show any outward change. But in truth, Augustus wasn't sure whether he should laugh or vomit.
"So... we're going there to capture him, and what? Pick up whatever pieces of her he didn't eat?" Firemane had been in his unit for some time now. He received his call sign during a battle in which he found a flamethrower. He put the weapon to use a lot that day, leading not only to dozens of their enemies being burned, but leading him to take what appeared to be half of a burning piece of cushy furniture, and placing it upon his head half way through his rampage. From that day on he was dubbed Firemane and kept far away from any flamethrower.
"Poor girl" Athena was the quietest of all of the men. Likely because she was one of the few women to actually join the ground forces. It wasn't that women were prohibited from service on the front lines, but most men didn't want to see any woman face the horrors that the military faced every day. She excelled at her tests, however, and was a proud addition to the Alpha squads in the Admiral's fleet.
"No, she's not dead actually. Apparently this one shows some restraint, and has some ability to control himself. Our orders are to capture him, and bring her back safely."
"Are you sure we're supposed to bring her back? I thought we were supposed to keep them unaware of our presence if possible?" The ship was alone right now, and cloaked. Cloaking such a large ship took an enormous amount of power, and the generators had been running on high for weeks now.
"That was the order. Bring her back alive and safe. I suppose the thought is that we're not supposed to separate him from her."
"Well, you heard him everyone. This is what we have to do. How close will the transporter get us?"
"Should drop us within 200 feet of the target, sir"
"Alright, move out! Knight, you take the lead once we get down there." The helmets of each soldier folded up from his shoulders and covered his face. There were different markings on each helmet, depending upon the preference of the wearer, but all of the helmets covered the face in a mostly flat visor with two spikes near the bottom, and bright red eyes. The only helmets that were different were his own, and that of Tacman, as they were wearing helmets signifying their leadership position; a helmet of a metal jackal. The transporter hummed, and the air around him shimmered for a moment before everything faded to white.
He had not slept all night. He was tired, but he was thinking too much to allow himself to sleep. She had slept, however. Light breathing, cute little noises in the night, and a little bit of shivering before he covered her with his hands. He was waiting for her to wake before he talked, or moved to take her back to her home. Yesterday Michael was a regular guy, intelligent, but too lazy to really apply himself in school. Today he was a 15 foot long Dragon, holding an incredibly gorgeous girl to his body. Too much had happened for him to take in, in so little time. His knowledge was expanding, however, every moment he stayed awake he knew more about his new form, his ancestry, the world as it was and is, and even something of other worlds.
Michelle had fallen asleep out of exhaustion. When she woke up, every muscle in her body ached, and her mind was too foggy to think straight. She felt... full, but still hungry for breakfast, and thirsty from dehydration. She noticed the Dragon had its hand over her, and slowly raised her head to rest her chin on his chest and look at his face. She just stared at him for a moment before she uttered a light "Good morning" seeing what seemed to be a smile form on the Dragon's face.
"How are you feeling?" He was glad she had finally awoken; lying on his back with his head propped up on a rock had gotten beyond painful hours ago. He noticed her lips were chapped, and she looked very tired.
"Very tired. Very hungry. Very thirsty. How are you?" She felt a rumble form in the chest below her.
He let forth a small chuckle at her sense of humor, considering her situation. "I'm fine... satisfied even." He wrapped the hand around her and lifted her, before setting her down and rolling over to stand on his legs.
"I'd hope you're satisfied... no chance I'm going to be able to do that two days in a row." She stumbled lightly, using him to rest against.
"I was going to take you home now. Is that ok?" He lifted his right hand and moved it closer to her, planning to pick her up.
"No wait, just give me a few moments to clear my head. You don't have anything to drink, do you?" She looked around, knowing the answer, but still had a little hope in her heart that she could find a spring or something.
"I'm afraid not. And I don't know this area well enough to know of any rivers or anything." He watched her closely; careful to make sure she didn't collapse.
"Well, I have to find something..." She looked at the Dragon, and a naughty idea entered her mind. "Here, lie on your back for a minute."
"Alright..." He did as he was told, rolling over to his back, and watched her climb up on to his stomach with her back facing him. She looked him in the eye, and then pointed to her well-used backside before he got the idea of what he was supposed to do. All of his juices had leaked out of her during the night, so he wasn't so hesitant to do what she wanted him to. He snaked out his tongue to rub over her clit a few times.
Michelle felt him begin to tease her, and knew that he understood her plan. On her side, she was faced with what appeared to be a slit in the skin, not too unlike her own... but she found herself reaching inside anyway.
He felt her reach inside his body and convulsed violently, throwing her into the air a little. "Don't be so rough... please."
"I'm sorry... I wasn't sure what to do" She felt bad that it had bothered him so much, so she decided to go a little slower with it. She felt around the sides of it, feeling for particular points that made him squirm a little. Her own body was getting close to an orgasm with his light teasing, so she knew she had to hurry. She was already dehydrated, and orgasming wouldn't help her. She felt the skin on him move a little, and was presented with her quickly growing toy from the night before. She watched it grow well past the point where she could easily play with it while she was on her stomach, and waited for him to make her orgasm before she rose to sitting position.
Michael didn't expect her to be so willing. He could tell just from looking at her pussy that she must not be ready. Yet he saw her scoot herself up to be sitting next to his member and waited.
She found herself marveling at the thing that had been inside her the night before. She wasn't sure how those spines of his had not made her bleed, or that he had not destroyed her by driving the entire thing inside. Physically it was impossible for something that large to fit within a woman, so how had he managed it? Either way, she started to try and suck it. She had only been with 2 men in her life. She was no whore, but she was not inexperienced either. She began by licking all around it to give it some form of lubrication. As she slid her tongue over it, she realized the spines were softer than they looked, and his body convulsed every time she slid her tongue between the ridges.
Michael just laid his head back and enjoyed the mouth of this beautiful young woman. She was not inexperienced by any means... he began to wonder how many men she had been with in her life. His balls churned around a little, getting ready for what was coming.
She spent a long time licking it before she saw his balls begin to move. She switched to keeping her mouth on the very tip of it, and wrapping her hands around it to massage in between the ridges, and along the length of it. After a few minutes of massaging, she decided to see how much of it could fit down her throat. She 'was' inexperienced with deepthroating, and could only fit the head, and about two inches of the shaft in her mouth before she convulsed and was forced to pull it out for fear of choking. A few seconds more of the massaging, and she was greeted by a clear liquid floating freely out of the tip. She put her mouth back on the tip and began to drink it eagerly, finally finding something to quench her thirst. She sucked hard on the tip, milking it for all she could get from it, and wanting more and more.
It didn't feel the same as an orgasm, but he still felt the liquid flowing freely. She kept drinking it hungrily for five minutes before the flow subsided. He watched as her throat moved every time she swallowed, also seeing large globs of the liquid slowly dropping from the side of her mouth to land on her legs. She removed her mouth from the tip, with a long stream of the liquid dropping out of her open mouth, and covering her breasts and stomach. "I... was that enough?"
She swallowed a few more times before speaking, "It tasted great... not like anything I've ever tasted before. Sort of a mix between some sort of fruit taste, and something I can't even begin to describe." It was really a very unique taste. She was sorry for teasing him so much without allowing him actual release, but she knew he had gotten 'something' out of it as well. She was full now, no longer thirsty, and no longer hungry.
A minute later his erection had disappeared and he set her on her feet, and rose to his own. "I suppose I should take you home now?" She gave a slight nod, and he reached for her to lift her up.
"Tranquilize the girl, Athena" He had to make sure the Newborn didn't fly off before they were in position to capture him.
Michelle felt a small sting in her back before everything went dark.
Michael was a little panicked by what he had seen. He had seen more than his share of people shot in his lifetime as a human, and Michelle just fell down just as if she were shot. He grabbed her, and held her body to himself, covering her from any more harm.
"Shoot his hand, make him drop the girl. Knight and Firemane, throw some shackles on his wings!"
Michael saw 6 heavily armored figures in front of him. All of them at least as tall as he was when he was on all fours, and two of them far taller than that. He felt something puncture his right hand, forcing him to drop Michelle and rise up to his back two legs. At the same time he felt his wings being constricted, held down by something, and when he looked to either side he saw what appeared to be rings made of light around the spine of his wings.
"Keep the wings pulled down! Everyone else, load the proper tranquilizers and open fire on his underside!" The Newborn had risen to his back two feet, making him an easy target for their weapons. Its hands had erupted into fire already; it was more proficient in magic than he was led to believe. "Everyone, shields up! Tacman, grab the girl and get her out of here!"
Michael felt rage like he had not felt in a very long time. It fueled him to use the magic that was coursing through him now. Rising his hands, he threw fire at the nearest soldier, throwing him back several feet, but otherwise leaving him unharmed. He drew upon even more power, the sensation almost overwhelming.
"Fire!" They had to bring him down now before he drew enough energy to destroy them all. He saw several tranquilizer bullets bounce off of even the soft under armor, but several more still penetrated the skin, and knocked him back a little. The Newborn looked at him, his eyes shining with pure rage. His entire body began to glow in a furious red color.
He couldn't stay awake much longer. Whatever they were shooting him with was going to bring him down any second now, but he had to make sure he took them with him... if only as revenge for Michelle. He felt his body explode with power.
"Sir, there's a wave of energy emanating outward from where squads 7 and 15 just were." The watcher showed the trees for miles around being incinerated by a massive wave of fire. Jake had no idea that this one was capable of that. Such ability usually didn't come until it had aged at least a few years, and was one of the few suffering from rage that survived.
"What of the squads? Where are the men?" Alexei had helped train those men himself; he couldn't stand the thought of losing all of them so suddenly.
"I'm only reading one signal sir. It belongs to Isaias, sir."
"Bring him back on board; I need to know what happened."
I know it might be a little military for you guys... but that's how my mind works. Also for the Sci Fi aspect of it... well that's also part of my mind, and a part that will very likely take part in any story I think of writing. For those of you still interested in this story, I hope you've enjoyed this.