who needs the fleet anyway?

Go rogue.

You were a genious student with an IQ over 200, great corporation wanted you to work for them. You were **** to do your 5 years in the fleet because you were an orphan and the Institute wouldn’t let go of the brilliant minds and strong bodies it raised without using them for a greater purpose first.

The United Terran Federation held humanity in a strong protective grip to preserve it from the xeno threat.

Humanity will prevail !

But humanity's will of mind and independance pushed some to explore the depth of space in search of worlds left unclaimed and riches to trade on the black market.

Independent worlds, pirates, smugglers, a whole universe of underworld individuals prospered in the dark corners of the galaxy.

With a ship capable of prospection and production, a full crew, an advanced android and your mind, you could easily make a small fortune or forge a small empire of your own.

Getting the ship ready and a cargo hold of Grey and Draykchin artefacts from the remains of the space battle would put you on the way to success.

All that remained was to convince the survivor to follow you on that path.

The triplets would likely follow you anywhere is you guaranteed a large ration of cock to the crew and went lightly on the required uniform on board.

Getting the proud Valkyr marine to follow you in such adventure would be a real challenge. Your best bet was to tell her what you faced , to call upon her honor and the debt her people were in after you saved her and the Valkyrs on the Grendel.

You saw Alice smile. You had to run these ideas through your implant to run calculations and see if it could be done. Sending you video was one thing but your internal workplace was behind the highest encryption your over 200 IQ could think of, she was clearly aware of what you thought.

You now had to watch what you let your mind send through your implant as what you always thought of as the only truly private place in the universe had a guest.

"Alice, it could work! We can go rogue, refit the ship, plunder the battlefield and live a long and happy life on the marges of the federation." You said.

She walked to you on a fast pace, on you in an instant.

Furiously kissing you, she was stripping of the uniform with one hand while holding you with the other.

"My captain, my master, my love, you know how to talk to a lady! And you are so getting laid!" She told you. "And you won’t get the cheap stuff. I'll pick one of the good ones from my repertory."

The plan was going to save your life.

But would you survive the reward you'll get for it?