The breifing starts

Parsus found his way next to Hector who was already sitting next to some other members of the 2nd platoon. His brother looked like he was on some paradise planet of his own, Parsus sat next to him, giving his brother a knowing pat on the knee while he was at it. Sofia found her way next to Parsus as well and signaled the Sergeant that 2nd platoon was fully present. The platoon's sergeant was a three breasted tall blonde by the name of Aethelred, she was bred with a mutation which manifested with her having three more than average sized breasts. It would seem this woman would be every man's dream but she was so vicious men and women stayed out of her way, she had her pets scattered throughout the platoon, but it was a taboo to play with her breasts, a fact many considered a shame. While some of the platoon members discussed events between them, or teased the members of the other platoons sitteng next to them, the 2nd platoon's leader, Lt. Freya, entered the auditorium. She was one of the ten half-alien officers in the entire fleet, she earned her place in the fleet for her **** loyalty, prowess and some of the most impressive killstreaks in the entire navy. It was rumoured she had to undergo a unique and painful enhancement procedure that made her go beserk and kill the entire medical stuff mid operation, with the enhancement successful only after they had to save her life due to her interrupting the first procedure.

"Everyone had a good sleep?" the half-alien asked her platoon, the only alien features she really had was her complexion, her bright orange skin stood out in the crowd of dark brown to pale pink skin tones, that with her green hair made her look unique. Apart from that she was human to a fault in almost every other aspect, two legs, two arms, two breast, a fine ass. With the only other exception would be her long orange tail ending with a spear-like tip. "Yes ma'am" answered the 2nd platoon. "Good, I want you sharp and memorise every detail about this drop, in my opinion this will be our toughest one to date." She halted making sure all the platoon's eyes are fixed on her, "And I don't give a fuck if your personal combat computer has all the details in it" she said, receiving a few nods and chuckles. "I'm serious, if any of you fucks up, he'll wish he could die when I will finish with him" this received more serious looks from her platoon, just as she wanted. Freya sat down next to the other platoon leaders with Aethelred to her side, Parsus noted how the three breasted blonde smiled as the Lieutenant seemed to flick a nipple through the fabric, must be a privilege only reserved to the orange-skinned Freya.

Parsus and Hector respected their Lieutenant, she was a bright woman, a bit harsh at times but fair. She cared for her platoon as though they were her own children, if she could have any that is. She was a womb-born half-alien, but each person in the company saw her as a human, just with an orange skin, green hair and a tail. She was though, very fond of using her subordinates for her pleasure, making sure each of her troops knew his place beneath her, both sexually and hierarchically, she was on top and in control, always. At first, the taste of her vagina was weird for Parsus, it was much more acidic than any other he tasted, as well as the ridges and feelers she had in there, but like the others, he became accustomed to it.

The first platoon's leader, lieutenant Xavier, a brawny bald man stood up. "1st, shut up!" he ordered as he stepped towards the door, Parsus and Hector were among the tallest members of the 1st recon company, Xavier surpassed them by a few centimetres. "Attention!" The officer called as the entire company stood up, saluting the Captain as she entered the auditorium, followed by her vixen the redhead XO. "Sit and listen up" the captain ordered, she had a commanding presence and a strong voice. Though Parsus heard that low a bit sultry rasp voice having a more pleasant feel to it earlier, now it was a voice that commanded the gods to heed and listen, none would dare defy the owner of that voice, be he mortal or immortal.

"As you know, we're due for a drop." she commenced, "The drop would be on the world of DO Cephei II, also known as Hellsreach. There's nothing too important about it to know, just that it orbits between the two red dwarfs of this binary system, making it one of the planets with the most unique orbits in the galaxy. So if anyone asks you've been on a planet with an orbit shaped like the 8 figure." she stopped for a bit, letting the animation of the orbit play out a bit on the wide screen behind her, "A part from that it means the climate is fairly temperate with no real seasons and a nice average temperature of about 273.55 K. The gravitational acceleration is about 0.91g, so it could actually make a nice resort planet for our R&R afterwards." she stopped, showing the planet's surface on the display, it seemed mostly barren with a few clusters of cities and industrial zones scattered throughout. "The only problem is that I'm not sure they really have a nightlife for the party animals among you, since there's no true night just dark dusk and dawn thanks to its orbit." This bit of information prompted a small chuckle from the room.

"The situation is as follows" the captain continued, "The planet's rule has been usurped by this idiot" she pointed at the man appearing on the display, "He was the head of a big battledroids manufacturing company based on this planet, this is why we are on our own without droid support this time, should they somehow be compromised." she lingered on that sentence, letting its importance soak in the troops. "The idiot is trying to rally support from other nearby colonies, while believing he is safe on this planet. The reason he thinks he is safe is due to this system being in the midst of a group of hypergiant stars and a few black holes, making hyperlane travel difficult after they blocked or mined the existing lanes." she continued, "This is why we had so many segments to this travel and having various jumps, a lot of credit has to go to the fleet's navigators and ship captain for getting us here. This will explain the anomalies some of you experienced, also why it took so long to get here." the captain stopped, looking at the room. Bringing troops up on the situation helped them understand the objectives and mission better, it was one of the most important parts of the briefings but was in danger to become boring and have the opposite affect on the troops.

"Now, what I want you to understand from this, is although the enemy believes they are safe in their hole, and that it's impossible to get to them, and it seems like we have the upper hand in all of the parameters. I don't want you to dawdle on the ground, we need a fast entry and quickly secure the ground, but, there are civilians down there that have the misfortune of being under the regime of these idiots. Our goal is to return this colony to the federation, those men and women are citizens and residents of the federation. We should refrain from any devastation or harm to the planet or the populace." She stopped. "you are to acquire targets with **** carefulness. Only hostile combatants are to be harmed according to the admiralty." She turned to pictures of the planetary police **** and the local variant of battledroids on the display. "The problem for us is that there are loyal factions within both the planetary army and the policing ****, these are the uniforms and markings. Captain Willems, the battalion intelligence officer will explain further", the captain stepped down, letting a slim man climb up to the stage and continue the briefing. He spoke of the armaments of the possible enemy, nothing higher than kinetic weapons and metal armour. He gave a review on the known factions on the planet, the allied forces within the fleet who will join the loyal factions to support their retaking of the planet. The current situation in the capital and things of the same flavor, most were just mundane.

Sofia started to stir a bit near Parsus, her hand slowly brushing the inside of his thigh. Her face still forward, Parsus noted, as though she didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Parsus was wary, since this can be a sign of disrespect towards the womb-born intelligence officer, and disrespecting a womb-born is a highly punishable offense. Her hand continued to caress the inside of his thigh, only the fabric of his uniform separating between her fingers and his slowly growing member.