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So here is how this is going to go. I have been thinking long and hard about writing again, and how to proceed. What I am presenting here today it just a snapshot to get some feedback. It's going to be a sci-fi love story based in the future between more than one pair. The story itself is going to revolved around Pakwa and someone else point of view.

So please leave a comment and give me some love.

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Story Title....... Chapt 1

Blue shields flashed on the view-screen that was fixed on the assaulting vessel. Lasers flashed from seeming erratic locations on the enemies hull, as there was not a single fixed weapon turret. Rather there were multiple rings that interconnected on the ship throughout its hull making it possible for it to fire in all directions and change targets rapidly.

"Another hit like that on the engines and they'll be toast. I don't have anything else to pump into the shields!" One officer yelled out over the many alarms going off.

"I just lost 4 turrets on the left side from that hit. We are losing shields throughout the ship." announced another

The alien race that once attacked earth and left it in ruins was back again. They did not want the planet it seemed, nor to eradicate it. Rather they seemed bent on making the inhabitants suffer. This was their third go around, and this time they had met their match. This time Humanity had a secret weapon in their hand, one that was smarter and better than them, but they never admitted it.

"Fire all the missiles we got at that bitch!" The captain called "Fuck that fire everything. We are already losing power as it is. Tejune, as soon as we fire pump everything we got into the thrusters as get behind it. Taka, get those reloads quick!"

"Yes sir" the officers said in unison.

A few seconds went by and Tejune announced that everything was green. Captain Dekla gave the order and a few seconds more pieces of armor were flying off the alien ship. While their ships did not have shields, their armor was unique masterpiece. Not only was it self repairing by nanobots and could adapt to sources of incoming damage, it was thick, heavy and a hell of a lot of it. From what few ships they had salvaged in just the few days of the onslaught, scientist concluded that it also took a lot of power to repair the armor, and that is was relatively slow to do so.

The alien ship immediately returned fire, but what came out was more of a single beam of light instead of the cascading shower that it normally was. Science it seemed never failed to find the weak spots of anything that existed, whether it was a microorganism or a Starship.

The sudden jolt from the thrusters made the single beam of light miss, and the enemy ship obviously could not spare the energy to re-aim the beam nor fire another one as it voluntarily shed some of the damaged armor plating to make room for the repairs. However it would not get the chance as Tejune had brought their ship right behind its rear, and Taka let out another volley before their own ship failed to stay alive.

Both ships were drifting, neither of them had a heartbeat nor a single volt of energy.

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While "The Battle of the Taurus" existed as an important history lesson from school days, it was mostly just a minor memory at this point in his life. He merely thought back on it due to what someone had said the other day about the great achievements of this world since that battle. The day where the aliens were defeated and driven away, and have yet to return 300 years later. It was hard to believe that a single strategic intrepid class cruiser finshed off an alien galaxy starship, which produced enough power by itself to rip portal open in space to destination they wanted to go. Or rather that is how Scientist still understood it as they could never figure out that exact technology, although they did come up with something similar based off of it simply called "Solor Bridges."

Pakwa got up from his office chair, the chair that had been his for two years in an office that while spacious still managed to make your chest feel tight and looked out to the floor of the factory. He had been running this factory since the last boss had a stroke and died from yelling at a supplier overseas about some order that was late. Poor man was only 30, and he could not think to himself a shittier way to die than yelling about something that could have easily been avoided.

He avoided thinking about the situation too much since his paycheck went up and he was promoted the next day, which made his life better in more way than one could count it still did not seem fair that his manager had died in such a fashion.

The factory itself was responsible for making anything from frames for cars to basic armor plating for lesser spaceships that had not the power to fit a shield generator or nano-armor plating technology that was stolen from that war.

As he padded halfway to the window that looked out into the factory, the floor vibrated heavily below him. He counted the seconds in his head and got the three before he heard "Piece of unreliable shit!" from one of the workers on the floor. While he was not all to familier with most of them, he did know a few offhand without having to look at the badge sewn onto their uniform tops. He also knew that this voice was Faolan's and that the machine was the ingot press where he worked almost everyday.

He counted a few more seconds before he say Faolan walk by his window and open his office door. "The fucking press is broke again. The hydraulics just ate a damn 300 pound bar and they won't release. I thought you got the piece of shit fixed?" He wasn't so much yelling, rather he was just venting frustration which had seemed to plague him after moving to that machine after someone got injured and than canned for not following safety guidelines.

Walking to the window and looking towards the problematic machine, he winced when saw the three-foot long piece of steel twisted to shit inside the mouth of the thing. "I did just get it fixed, three days ago. You were here making sure that pallets were correctly stacked while they were working on it. It seemed to be working fine, maybe even a little faster than before." He stopped to rubbed the sides of his head with his paws. "I'll call the company and get them to come repair it again. For the meantime you will have to use the crutch in the corner. How many days ahead are you on production?"

"I'm two ahead at this point. Why can't we just order a new one and make this the new crutch? I know it's a huge expense money wise but haven't bought a new one by now anyway?"

While he knew Faolan was right about how much it had cost to fix the thing, he was determined to keep it. The new model of that particular press was smaller, and the new safety feature were so inconvenient that not even he would have the patients to operate it. One of those being "Machine cannot be powered back on after two-minute wait time if press is not in the full open position with safeties engaged." It made since from an insurance claim point, but it was impracticable as far as all other considerations.

"It would be just a pain in the ass. Plus, I know you are attached to the thing." he grinned showing a shiny long canine. He was not the biggest Wolf Morph to walk the planet, but for his size he had always been told he had nice canines and that they were formed nicely. It made up for one of his ears being ever so slightly shorter than the other, but unless you looking closely you wouldn't notice.

"Yep, just like you are attached to that nice chair you brought from home." He grinned back as he held one paw above the chair and extended his claws. Faolan was a black panther, and he was to say the least well build. He easily outmatched Pakwa by at least 100 pounds, but he also did lift big heavy metallic components all day, that resulting in the difference in muscle mass. However Morphs as they were could easily gain muscle mass, and at a rate much faster than their Homo-Sapiens counterparts.

Before he had a chance to say anything else, the break bell rang and Faolan was out the door like an unevolved house cat being scared from behind. Though the entire plant went out at the same time for lunch, usually given an hour or over depending on the workload and labor demands, he had never made it a habit. The way he figured it he was the boss and since his work affected how the business ran and how work got done, he took it upon himself to take a lunch whenever he got to a point in paperwork and scheduling that allowed him to go no further until certain orders and time-off requests were put in. Plus he sat in an office all day with A/C and a decent chair, though he was here at 0500 every morning and sometimes left as late as 2000. And they pay for what he did was just enough to make the job worth doing. He could swear up and down that some of the stuff he had to deal with would make other people have a stroke, for example his former manager.

Today however he was at that point where he could go no further as far as paperwork was concerned, and he no plans or appointments in his agenda. Through the window of his office he could tell that it was a nice day outside, with a gentle breeze and it being 1100 the sun was still be hidden by the trees in a field nearby. In that shade was a solemn metal table that every now and then got some love, but for the most part was abandoned despite the area and grass around it being well maintained by the city.

He signed to himself and locked his computer and put it into sleep mode. Twisting his back using the chair until he heard a very relieving crack did he bother to get up. Though most did not bother to bring their own lunch despite there being a fridge in the break-room, he did like to bring his. It was probably more or less due to the fact he had a personal fridge in the corner of his office. Grabbing the goods from it, walking out of the office and locking the door, he walked out of the plants and headed towards the bench.

As he walked out, he heard the familiar sound of large anti-grave generators from a Starship wind up, and felt the heavy breeze that it made as the ship departed from the ground. He guessed from the sound of the thrusters and engines coming online, that it was most likely some form of transport class. It was common for them to land at the Starport nearby. Most of the ships that landed there were transport vessels with minimal armament, though none were needed as most never left the Solar System. Though there could theft once in space and out of sight of security vessels, the armor and shields those ships were equipped with could hold out until help arrived. However every now and than a military or personal ship would land for whatever reason.

Today was apparently one of those days as what cleared the treeline in front of him was an intrepid class strategic cruiser. Despite it only being about 300 meters long and some 14 meters high, it was armed to the bone. It didn't need many decks with lots of crew, In fact one would be hard-pressed to find more than 8 crewman at a time on one of them. They were not the most advanced ship that science had created, but their were build to be powerhouses. They were light, had above normal power capacity, strong shields, and to top it off highly upgraded weaponry. Their weakness however was in the actual hull of the ship beneath the armor plating. Instead of having a secondary hull to provide integrity and protection if all other measures failed, it was just one fully integrated hull which everything attached to. Which is why they were light and fast for their size.

He watched as the dark brown hull lit up with lights that the thrusters come to life. The Magnetoplasmadynamic Thrusters that these ships used were often fuled with lithium rather than the standard hydrozine. Sadly, probably for saftey reason, ships were only allowed to use anti-grav generators until they cleared the planet-set elevation limit. That however never seemed to stop pilots from warming up the engines, they just could not use them to move the ship off the ground. It was neccesary to warm the engines up so they would be ready to take over the movement of the ship once the generators were at their limit.