Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 82

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 82

How are things going,” I ask the retired Sergeant Major Dawson, walking into Vage’s large featureless blue room. I really need to come up with a better term for this room. The Deck? No, sounds too much like a boat. Command Center? Hmm, that might work. Okay, so I walk into Vage’s Command Center.

A hologram of Rukky is going through various martial arts forms, repeating them for a large group of people. The group is following through, and I notice that their movements become more fluid with each repetition.
“Those tiny machines we got are giving these dirtbags greater stamina. I’ll tell you what, if we’d had a setup like this during my last deployment, the war would have been over in less than a week! Hell, even I feel ten years younger.” Sergeant Dawson glances around covertly, then leans in and states, “What’s the deal with the shiny nak*ed broads?”
Laughing I smile, and ask, “If you want, we can get you a suit like that.” But before he can answer, I send to Vage, ‘Umm, can we get enough light-suits to clothe everyone? It’ll offer a lot more protection.’
‘All ships are working on it,’ comes the response.
“Me, walk around all but nak*ed? No thanks.

Nobody wants to see my crusty old ball dangling down, and I don’t want to be an object of mockery to those Nigerians we just recruited ” I wonder at the singular ‘ball,’ but shake it off. I think I’d rather not know.
“You may not have a choice,” I tell him.
“They offer a lot more protection, and if it means saving lives, I’ll push for it.”
Dawson nods, but asks, “Aren’t you concerned about it being distracting? I mean, I know you’re used to such things, but the rest of these kids aren’t.”

I look out over the group of ‘kids,’ and know he’s right. “I’ll leave it up to you, Sergeant Major Dawson, to organize them into groups, separate males from females if you have to, but I want them as protected as possible. Their lives are my second highest priority.”
Dawson gives me a sharp nod, and I find it a little odd to be giving commands to the grizzled military man. For that matter, thinking of this group as a bunch of kids seems odd. I feel like I’m a hundred years old, and out of touch.

Dawson takes a couple steps away, then turns back, and asks, “Excuse me, sir, but what is your top priority?” He looks at me intensely, waiting for my answer.
“To stop the bokoharms at all costs,” I answer, without breaking his stare.

I see the ghost of a smile split his lips, before he gives me another nod, and turns to chew out a couple of ‘lily livered yellow bellied’ kids who are taking a break, instead of working through the exercises that Rukky’s hologram is displaying.
Ha! Kids. . . When did I get so old?

I head towards Vage’s room, and find her breastfeeding one of our kids. She looks haggard, and I ask, “Is everything alright?”
‘Yes, my body is fine, but managing the ship with so many on board, and creating the suits and weapons is taxing my mind.’

I feel terrible for her. I never knew, or even understood, what she does to manage this vessel.
Vage looks at me, and I can see her smile appreciatively in the dim light. ‘Varand should be here shortly to allow me to recuperate.’
“Do you need me to leave, so I’m not distracting you?” I look into her large silvery eyes as she shakes her head.
‘Sit with me, and keep me company. You are a pleasant distraction.’ I feel warmed by her response, and do as she asks, saying nothing as she finishes breastfeeding one of our sons, and hands him to me to rock.

I still marvel at how small he is, and can’t help but think it’s cute when he stretches and yawns, showing his two tongues. Vage gets up, and walks slowly to the other room, and returns with a daughter, latching her onto the other br**st.
‘Last one,’ she sends me, and I reach over and take her three-fingered hand in mine. She looks at our hands, confused for a moment, then smiles, and gives it a little sq££ze.

We sit in silence until our daughter is done feeding, and this time I get up, carrying both back to their blankets.

I lay them down gently, and am about to turn away, when the boy I’d just been holding opens his eyes, and stares right at me.

’Be at ease, father. We know your pains. Some will die in the coming battle, but we think you’ll survive.’

Their combined voices literally booms in my mind.

THINK?!? They ‘think’ I’ll survive? That’s reassuring!
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and jump, startled by Vage’s sudden presence.