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The Assignment

Chapter 2: The Academy

Operation: Phoenix

Objective** - Secure the safety of chosen VIP until terrorist threat is eliminated. Find and uncover terrorist cells inside Corneria city and purge them, collecting any vital intelligence on their movements and operations. VIP takes precedence; terrorist cells are all designated secondary objectives. Do not blow cover unless otherwise would endanger the life of the VIP.**

Mission parameters- The VIP is one Fara Phoenix, heir to the military technologies contractor Phoenix Arms. The terrorist group, New Venom Revolutionaries (NVR), are privately funded and led by several radical humanists who wish to disrupt diplomatic negotiations with the Coalition and Corneria by kidnapping/assassinating the target VIP and stealing the research into astronautics currently being traded between both factions. If they succeed, it is predicted that all-out war would erupt between Corneria and the Coalition. The VIP is unaware of the development and her father wishes that it remains as such. The CDF will monitor for external threats and apprise you of any additional forthcoming information. Being stated, your task is to ensure the VIP's continued protection where the CDF is not able to.

Fara Phoenix is currently attending the Sierra Military Academy, which you are as of this moment currently registered for the next semester in exactly six days' time. All the particulars have been ironed out and you will have noticed school supplies and a schedule inside one of your containers along with an incognito kit of weapons and equipment. Maintaining your cover, you will safeguard the VIP during and after school hours. After hours, you will monitor the VIP's residence and activities. DO NOT let the VIP discover the purpose of your transfer to the school unless otherwise would threaten to endanger the VIP's life. When time is made available, search for possible locations for NVR cells and eliminate them. If at all possible recover relevant data and contact the CDF intelligence division with this access code, Sentinel-A598736.

Tertiary objectives** - Limit any and all property damage. Loss of civilian life without just reason is subject to immediate termination of contract and ensuing imprisonment. Relations with the Cornerian government is strained at best, we cannot afford to make any mistakes. If dying warrants the stability of diplomatic ties, you will become an expendable asset.**

Those are your orders until further notice. Failure is not acceptable.

Good luck Sergeant.

-Lieutenant Commander Varukt Arkillian of the Aegis PMC firm

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Alastair allowed himself to reread the material for the thousandth time in the past five days. He could not grasp why he had been selected for such an intricate and refined operation. He was one of the company's best HMCF operators and occasional assassin. This type of job was suited for one of the more subtle operatives. And they wanted him to attend a military academy? They knew that he was unsuited for a place like that. Just the thought of it made him shake with rage. What the hell was Arkillian thinking?

The teenager angrily drew away from the foldup chair in front of the computer and turned away to pace across the basement, deep in thought.

And a bodyguard position...?

He had no experience being a bodyguard. He had defended locations from attackers certainly, but this was something else entirely. There were too many unpredictable variables to guarding a person, and to top that he had to remain covert. Alastair could care less about his status as an expendable asset, that didn't bother him. He had been considered that before. But having to keep down collateral damage was something else he had little experience with. Usually the civilians had already vacated the area and any property damage was to be expected. Expending effort and time to ensure such precautions would sap his time and weaken his capabilities.

How did Arkillian expect him to juggle the task of watching over his objective, taking out terrorist cells, and guaranteeing little to no loss of civilian life? Not to mention he had to put time out of the day to attend some pointless academy and mingle with...people, alien or not it was all the same to him. Alastair had no desire to socialize. His job was all that mattered to him. The problem was that his job involved it.

And he was now down to one day left.

In less than twenty-four hours he would be forced to start the first day at that damned academy. Of course he had searched and downloaded the layout of the entire complex, preformed background checks on the staff, reviewed their policies and memorized any and all escape and entry routes. He had also located the home of his objective, which was in one of the more wealthy urban zones less than two kilometers from his safehouse. Alastair had also procured a vehicle for himself. He selected a hoverbike for its speed and maneuverability. Most of his time in the last few days had been spent retrofitting the vehicle, adding camouflaged armor plating and internal weapon mounts.

Alastair had checked his undercover kit and was at the least impressed with it. It came with a black leather jacket that had been treated with compounds that would allow him to carry a concealed sidearm in a seamless pocket on the interior of the coat and a combat knife that could not be detected on any known scanners. It also boasted limited protection from blasters and ballistic weapons, tailored with hidden armor segments and energy resistant fibers that would disperse most of the heat and power of most manufactured laser based weaponry.

The BDU pants had similar properties and additional seamless pockets for supplementary ammunition. His communicator was outfitted with top-of-the-line military grade receivers, surveillance equipment, and hacking software.

He had everything he needed to complete his mission, and yet he still felt uneasy about the entire thing. Alastair spent the rest of the day and evening preparing and drawing up contingency plans for what he would encounter on this world. He knew that racial tension was a very real possibility for him and he had already calculated it into his contingency plans.

He would need to be in peak condition before the assignment and so he made sure to arm the security system for his safehouse and get some sleep. Alastair went to the small cot in the corner of the basement and laid on it, leaving a sidearm underneath his pillow and setting the alarm on his communicator for early in the morning. The academy would be open to students at seven and he wanted to get there a little afterwards and scope it out. The schedule said that class started at eight and he was supposed to head to room 100 for the start of the day. 'I can't believe this.' Alastair thought to himself as he rolled on the cot and pulled the covers over his body. 'I've never even been to school before.'

At least it was a military academy. He should feel a little more comfortable with it. All he had to do was think of it as a more casual boot camp, filled with hormonal alien teenagers.

Alastair sighed and closed his eyes.

'Yeah, it'll be great.'

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An ear splitting guitar solo thundered in the huge bedchamber, the source a tiny holoclock sitting on an end table besides an enormous and lavish bed bolstered against the left-hand, bright blue coated, wall. The form underneath the downy comforter groaned tiredly and reached a black socked paw out to slam on the off button with conviction.

The sheets were pulled to the side and a groggy russet furred vixen propped herself up on the bed. Her long red hair sat frizzled in a rat's nest that obscured her petite slender muzzle. She huffed and her auburn hair puffed to the side, revealing a pair of sleepy emerald eyes.

"Ugh...Mondays."

The vixen mumbled unfavorably and rolled out of bed her massive bed. She wore a pair of heart patterned pajama bottoms and nothing else, leaving her mid-sized breasts exposed to the frigid air of her room. Shivering, she folded her furry arms over her bosom and started to move about her room.

Still barely conscious, she meandered over to the large oaken dresser standing solitary by the huge window overshadowing an expansive marbled courtyard. She pulled open one of the many drawers and began to rifle through it in a search for an outfit for the day.

"Too modest...too revealing...too red...not enough red..." She muttered absentmindedly as she tossed clothes around. "There, perfect." She proclaimed to herself as her paws landed on a dark blue pair of jeans and a crimson shirt with a band logo plastered on the front. With it in paw, she closed the drawers and headed towards one of the two doors in her room.

With a twist of a knob, she slid the dark brown lacquered portal and entered a tiled bathroom. The vixen walked over to the shower and turned it on, filling the bathroom with the sound of running water. She placed a furred digit on the small pad next to the shower stall and modified the temperature of the water until it was barley tolerable. She liked to take really hot showers.

While the water ran, she stripped out of her pajama bottoms and opened the glass door, stepping inside. As soon as the warm water hit her fur she let out a contented murr of pleasure and allowed herself a minute to relax under the firm pressure of the water. Once the water had soaked through her fur she reached for one of the many shampoo bottles hanging on a rack and placed a dollop of faintly pink gel in her padded palm. She rubbed her paws together until they were covered in foamy suds and lathered it into her dark russet pelt.

The vixen ran her clawed paws through her fur and admired her voluptuous frame.

'I look good.' She thought to herself with a smirk as she felt her trimmed body.

She was one of the hottest girls at her school and the desire of most every guy, and she knew it. The vixen shifted her paws to cup her breasts and squeezed them softly with a quiet moan. They were firm and yielding in her grip as she teased her black nipples, feeling little sparks of pleasure flood through her nerves like fire.

The vixen snaked one of her paws down to her thigh and traced it leisurely to the center of her womanhood, running her furred digits across her vulva and fantasizing about some burly canine seducing her. She imagined her fictional lover running his paws tenderly through the fur on her back, using his claws to tease her along the spine.

Her paws increased their lustful tempo and she started to whimper quietly as the heat in her nethers rose. She glided a digit into her heated depths and began to push it in and out rapidly as fast as she could in an effort to quench the fires running rampant in her soul. Her legs wobbled and she finally buckled, sliding to the floor of the shower as she fingered herself, unable to hold her weight up any longer. Within moments her body seized up and she was overloaded with ecstasy as she surrendered to her scorching desires. Jolts of electricity shocked her system as she humped into the digit plunging into her and let loose a primal growl that had been trapped in her throat until she found release.

The bliss of her orgasm faded as fast as it hit her and she collapsed to the floor of the shower, panting heavily as she recovered from her intense experience. Five minutes after lounging on the tiled floor and relaxing in post-orgasmic delight she was ready to finish up her shower. The vixen took only a minute to wash her hair and muzzle before turning the handle and cutting of the slowly cooling stream of water.

She sighed in contentment before opening the stall door and stepping onto the shower mat and into the steamy air. The vixen grabbed a towel of the rack to her left and ruffled it through her damp fur. Once her fur was mostly dried she dumped the towel in the small hamper by the door and looked in the mirror. Her pelt was comically puffed out and she giggled a little at the sight, her long ears twitching in her mirth.

The vixen grabbed the heavy-duty brush and fur-dryer on the granite counter by the sink and spent over half an hour tending to her bushy fur, bringing it back to some semblance of order. She brushed herself from her long ears down to her black socked hindpaws, taking great pains to ensure that every hair was in line. Once she was satisfied she turned her attention to her tail and brushed it until it was puffed back to its luxurious self. She went over herself with the fur-dryer one last time until she was completely dried off and then grabbed the toothbrush and tube of toothpaste. She squirted a decent glob of the pearly white paste onto the toothbrush and jammed it into her muzzle, running it across her teeth and tongue to get rid of her morning breath and make sure her teeth sparkled brightly.

She spat out the mixture and turned on the faucet, gargling the cold water and washing the minty flavor of the toothpaste out of her mouth. The vixen grabbed her towel again and dried of her muzzle before slipping into her set of clothes for the day.

She looked at herself one last time in the mirror and marveled in her reflection. Her dark red fur shone brightly and her hair was groomed to perfection. The vixen gave a winning smile and saw her bleached white teeth and perfect pink gums. She subconsciously dusted off her clothes and nodded confidently. She was ready to go.

The vixen stepped out of the bathroom and shivered as the she was subjected to the change in temperature. She walked over to the side of her bed and picked up her communicator and noticed that the screen was flashing with 1 new message.

She slipped the device onto her arm and tapped a clawed digit onto the screen and opening up the messaging app, reading the new electronic note.

'You up yet Fara?'

It was from her friend Miyu Lynx and after checking the time stamp saw that it had been sent while she was in the shower. The vixen's paw danced across the screen as she sent a response.

'Yeah, was in the shower.'

Fara lowered her arm and walked towards her bed, slipping on her pair of socks. As she stood up her comm device beeped again and another messaged popped up.

'Good, school starts soon. You better not be late.'

The vixen chuckled and shook her muzzle, slipping on her shoes.

'I'm never late.'

Fara slipped her backpack onto her shoulders and hurried out of her room. She crossed a long ornate hallway and reached a staircase, jogging down and heading towards the door. The house was completely silent and she was the only occupant. Her parents went out on a business trip the week before and wouldn't return for almost a month. But she didn't have anything to worry about, she had more than enough credits saved up on her card and she had spent most of her childhood on her own. The vixen grew to enjoy the freedom that busy parents gave her, although she did miss them at times. She would be happier when they came back.

She walked down the lengthy steps connected to her front door and across the stretched lane leading to the estate's gates. Her family was exceedingly affluent and it showed. Her home was more along the lines of a mansion then a house with four floors and acres of verdant gardens and courtyards. As with such wealth, her family had an equal amount of security. The entire outside was monitored 24/7 by a private security firm and the gates were heavily reinforced. Their estate was also walled off completely from the outside world.

The vixen entered the code for the gates and they ponderously drew open allowing her to slip out and into the public area. She swung onto the sidewalk and bounced along happily to the bus stop all the way at the end of the street. Her good mood could be attributed to the fact that this semester marked the second to last before she finished at the academy. She was training to become a test pilot for her father's company and she was eager to finish up and start on her career. She was a straight A student and a member of the school's cheer team. She had no doubt that she would have a chance to get the job.

Fara stopped at the corner and stood in waiting for the bus to pick her up. She glanced down at her communicator and saw that it was 7:00, which meant that the bus should be arriving at any moment. Even as she put her arm back down she heard the telltale rumble of the large hover vehicle and looked up to see it approaching, full of other students ready to start the new semester. In the back window, she spotted a familiar trio waving excitedly at her as the bus approached. An orange and black spotted feline and a white furred canine with a flashy pink bowtie in-between her long floppy ears. The last member of the troop was a pink furred cat with short snowy white hair.

The bright yellow bus stopped at the sign and the double doors peeled back. She looked up at the driver, an elderly tortoise and smiled as she climbed up the short steps. The vehicle was jam packed with teenagers and it was almost deafening as they all competed to be heard over the cacophony. Fara walked down the middle heading towards the rear where her friends were waiting. As she did so she noticed many of the males eyeing her openly and she could feel their attention glued onto her ass and breasts. She scoffed at them and pushed her way down the aisle and stopping at the very back to sit at the bench with her friends.

"Good morning Fara!" The excitable canine greeted happily, tail thumping in her lap.

"Morning, Fay." The vixen replied as she moved to sit in-between the two felines and dog.

"Are you ready for another semester of school?" The spotted feline inquired with a grin as she leaned forwards to look at her friend. "Just two left to go and then we're out of here."

"I can't wait for that, Miyu" She said with a sigh as she thought about it.

"Yeah, three years of bullcrap and now we're down to our final one." The pink cat added excitedly.

"What are your plans Katt? Are you still planning on becoming a pilot?" Fara's ears twitched as she heard the bus's engine start back up and she glanced out the window to see the street passing by.

"Sure am, just have to finish my last semester in astronautics and take one for flight training." The feline smiled at the thought and leaned back into the seat.

"Miyu and I are doing the same thing!" Fay added with a grin as she all but bounced in her seat.

"I think we all are." Fara said as she thought about it. "Although. We're going in for different reasons."

"We're going to join the Defense Force." Miyu replied. "You're going to be a test pilot and Katt's thinking off going private."

"I hope we keep in touch after all of this." Fay remarked.

"Of course we are!" Fara stated confidently. "We're friends for life."

"Yeah, you're not getting rid of me that easily." Katt chuckled.

They spent the next few minutes talking until the bus pulled up in front of the academy. Fara looked out the window and once more found herself in awe.

The Sierra Military Academy was massive, kilometers of empty space for the Academy's airfields and three main buildings. One was dedicated to engineering one was for pilots and astronautics, and the final structure was for the army. Thousands of students attended the institution from all corners of the Lylat System. You could find lylatians from the desert world of Papetoon, the oceanic paradise Zoness and the savanna dominated planet of Katina to name a few places.

The bus was emptied shortly and Fara watched as more pulled up to disgorge more students.

"Well...here we are again." Miyu sighed as she placed her paws on her waist. "After a short vacation it's back to books, problems, and trivial drama. And then there are those guys..." She muttered as she observed a familiar group of four males approaching them.

The leader of the pack was a bright orange furred vulpine with a constant friendly grin plastered on his muzzle. Everyone knew Fox Mccloud; his father was one of the most famous men in the Lylat system. Behind him was Falco Lombardi. No one knew how exactly he managed to get in the academy, but he was there anyways. The blue and red feathered bird was perhaps the most arrogant guy in the academy if you didn't count Wolf O'Donnell. It was hard to believe that the bird and Fox were friends. They butted heads so often she was sure that they would have been sworn enemies. Yet their rivalry seemed to only bolster their friendship. The last two members of the group were Slippy Toad and Bill Grey.

Slippy was studying to be an engineer and he was the smartest guy any of them knew but that didn't save him from the wrath of bullies. The poor toad was just too easy of a target. Short and round he wasn't much a fighter. Thankfully the other guys watched out for him and now only the stupidest person would try and pick on him. Bill Grey was a boisterous and playful canine and was not one of the smartest. But he was a decent guy all around and not that bad a looker either. His father was a member of the CDF and he wanted to follow in his footsteps.

Fox's grin widened as he neared the group of girls and he waved. "Hey there!"

"Hey Fox, brought the whole gang with ya I see." Katt giggled and casted a flirtatious wink towards Falco's way, but she frowned when as usual it completely flew past him.

"Of course, I thought we'd all get together before we had to head to our homeroom."

"It's good to see you all again." Fara said with a grin.

"You too, Fara!" Slippy spoke up.

"It's been a little while." Falco added with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Oh come on Falco!" Bill exclaimed, throwing a muscled arm around the avian's shoulder. "That's no way to greet your friends!" The loud canine turned to Fara and yelled from right next to Falco's ears. "It's great to see ya!"

"Keep your loud mouth shut!" Falco grumbled and pushed the dog away and making him chuckle.

Fox shook his muzzle at their antics. "You two never get along."

"Not my fault." Falco retorted, sticking a finger into his ear and glancing at the canine still grinning stupidly behind him.

"All right, all right settle down." Fara chuckled.

They've all been friends since their first year at the academy and by now, this was all pretty standard. As they talked, most of the other students had cleared out, heading into the main buildings before the bell rang for them to head for class.

"We should probably head inside now." Fay suggested as she noticed the low amount of fellow students.

"Fay's right." Fox agreed. "We don't want to be late on the first day."

They all started to head towards the main doors of the flight building when they heard a far off rumbling. The sound slowly began to rise until a sleek black hoverbike sped down the corner at incredible speed and drifted hard to the left, sliding into the parking lot. The engine growled noisily and the rider was completely concealed behind a slim obsidian helmet, leather jacket and gloves.

'Who's this hotshot?" Falco grunted, unimpressed by the entrance.

"Hey look, they don't have a tail!" Slippy pointed as they watched the person step off the bike and kill the engine.

"That's strange." Fox muttered.

The driver of the hoverbike reached towards their head and pulled the helmet off.

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Alastair pulled the helmet off his head and pressed the button on the inside, making it fold up into a small rectangular cartridge that he slid into his jacket. The human was unhappy with himself, he was later then he wanted to be because he had been caught up in street traffic. Some sort of crash on the highway had congested the roads and he only now managed to get to the academy.

He glanced up from his bike and looked around. Thankfully it looked like still had some time yet as there were still other people standing around. His observation was halted abruptly when he spotted his objective amongst a large party of her fellows. He identified her easily thanks to the picture he had in her dossier. But the other lylatians around her were unfamiliar.

The vixen and her friends were staring at him openly and he turned away, remembering that he was not supposed to draw attention to himself. 'Easier said than done.' He thought grimly. It would be hard to remain off the radar considering he was possibly the only human on the planet at the moment. Once more he doubted the intelligence of his superiors and their plan.

Alastair activated the security system for his bike and made sure the bag on his shoulders was zipped up tight. He straightened his jacket, (checking to make sure that his weapons were not visible), and he took a deep breath. 'Then the king gave orders, and Daniel was brought in and cast into the lions' den.' Alastair reminded himself of that quote as he headed towards the building he knew to be his destination. It felt apt, especially considering the looks he was getting from all the locals.

As he neared the doors he noticed that his objective and her associates were in his way. Alastair did not even glance at them as he brushed past and entered through the doors.

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"Who the hell was that?" Bill wondered as he stared at the closing doors.

"That was a human!" Slippy replied. He had heard his father talking about them a few times in the past. "They're from a star system not that far from Lylat. But I've never seen one here before."

"A human huh...?" Fara muttered thoughtfully. She didn't know why, but she was sure that they had been watching her. But it was a ridiculous thought and so she shrugged it off.

"What's a human doing at the academy?" Falco asked suspiciously.

At that Miyu chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Calm down bird brain. I doubt it's because of some crazy conspiracy. They're probably just some sort of transfer student or something. I wouldn't be all that surprised."

Before they could continue to speculate a high pitched ringing rolled through the air.

"Looks like school is starting, we should get moving before we're late!" Fay announced worriedly.

"We can worry about some human later." Fox said with a nod as they all jogged inside to head to their homeroom.

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'This is just fucking great.' Alastair thought with a growl as he stepped of the staircase and to his correct floor. It looks like all of the staff had been informed of his pending arrival and someone had been waiting for him inside. The male cheetah had insisted that he speak to the academy's dean before he went to class and so he had been forced to postpone his mission and follow the spotted feline.

After several minutes of walking he stopped at the dean's office where the dean (A portly hyena), had simply wanted to talk with him. 'This is why I hate people.' He growled internally. After that pointless talk where he was pretty sure the dean was worried he was a psychopath, he had to walk all the way to where his classroom was supposed to be. That wasn't even the worst part of it all. All that time, every lylatian he came across gawked at him brazenly and whispered to each other as if he could not hear them from across the hall.

"What is that thing?"

"I think it's a human. Yeah defiantly a human, my dad talked about them."

"Why doesn't it have a tail?"

"They don't need them apparently."

"Weird."

"Kinda ugly isn't it."

It took all of his willpower to not lash at them. 'I am not a thing!' He thought with a snarl. Instead he satisfied himself with staring down any that made eye contact with him, glaring with hard icy blue eyes. Tat at least silenced the majority of comments but probably did not do weal for his reputation. But he didn't care about his reputation with a bunch of alien teens. He was here to ensure the success of his mission and that was all. The sooner he eliminated the threat to that Fara Phoenix girl the sooner he could go on his way back to what he was used to.

"It looks kind a cute I think."

When Alastair heard that he stiffened slightly and almost lost his balance. 'What in the hell?' he shook his head in bewilderment and increased his pace towards the classroom at the end of the hall. The sooner he got to his objective the better.

The human stopped in front of the door and took another deep breath. 'This is it. It all starts now....the worst assignment I've ever taken.'

With that thought lingering in his head he opened the door to the classroom and walked inside.