Fall of Reach

-Cristina wakes up from a dream. Her hand reaches her forehead and wipes the sweat. She feels her bed is also soaked from her sweat and sighs.-

“Same nightmare?” Cristina turns to the voice and sees her roommate, Qamar, facing her.

“Oh no, did I keep you up again? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just wish I could share some of my dreams with you, give your mind a rest from that experience. No one should ever have to experience that.”

-Cristina has been having the same nightmare for 20 years. It’s about a parade the UNSC were having celebrating how much they’ve achieved fighting the Insurrections and liberating planets from their clutches. Cristina’s mother was one of the soldiers in the parade that was brutally murdered by the Insurrectionists. Cristina’s father forbade her from joining the military and dying like her mother. Cristina called him a coward and doesn’t see what mom saw in him, packed her belongings and headed out to the military school on Reach.-

“I don’t need pleasant dreams until every Innie is either dead or dying.”

“Or if you are dying,” Qamar said as she went to the bathroom to get a washcloth to cool down Cristina.

“I’ll die when this war is over.”

-Qamar returns with a damp washcloth and starts patting Cristina’s forehead cooling her off. While Qamar is patting her, she looks at her roommate’s face trying to fight back the urge to hug her and tell her everything will be fine. After thoroughly patting her forehead, Cristina thanks Qamar for taking the time to look after her, even though she didn’t have to. Qamar smiles and heads back to the bathroom to clean up the washcloth and hang it back on the rack. When she returns, Cristina is fast asleep again. She looks at Cristina’s body from the sheets then focuses on her head/hair. She has medium length, black hair with red highlights, but Qamar is convinced that the hair has to be dyed and not natural; beautiful light skin, 36E sized breasts, and a thick toned body from all the training at the academy to become marines. She walks over to her bed, looks at Cristina once more then heads back to sleep.-

-Four Hours Later.-

-Loud knocking is heard coming from down the hallway. Cristina slowly wakes up as the knocking gets closer and closer to her room. When she looks over to the other side of the room, her roommate isn’t there and her bed was neatly made. She gets out of her bed when the knocking reaches her door and travels further down the hall.-

-Won’t be needing these in the shower. Cristina removes her t-shirt and panties and walks to the bathroom. She turns on the shower to heat up and walks back to her room to look out the window. The window shows a bright day with plants and trees thriving, birds singing and people walking around. Not fooling me this time, fancy UNSC tech. She reaches for a remote and clicks a button. The image unfolds into what was outside: space. She was onboard an orbital station for recruits for the UNSC where they can see frigates, cruisers and such flying to and from the planet below: Reach. She heads back into the bathroom, closes the door and gets ready for the day. When she is out of the shower, Qamar shows up and sees Cristina with nothing covering her.

“Woah! Cristina! What are you doing?!”

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon,” Christina said nonchalantly.

“It's my early day. Look just get some clothes on, Drill Sarge is coming for inspection. You better have your porn mags hidden this time.”

“They aren’t porn mags… Forget it, I hope he isn’t going to be doing a thorough inspection. I’m not going to be wearing underwear again.”

“That’s five times this week, you are pushing it. Just put on underwear, he might do physical check as well.”

-Cristina puts on her standard cadet uniform and stands at her bed awaiting the Drill Sergeant. Both of them can hear the Sergeant degrading the recruits for how messy a small section of the room is and give them a harsh grade. They look over their section of the room and help each other with the neighboring sections before the Sergeant finally arrives at their door.-

“Schmedal! Zosima! Open up!” Cristina presses the button and the door opens revealing the Drill Sergeant; a woman with a black uniform, a captain insignia, blonde hair wrapped in a bun and a tablet; a man with the same uniform but the insignia of an ensign and a marine acting as a personal bodyguard or a battering ram in case the cadets take too long to open the door.

The two salute to the Drill Sergeant and the woman immediately after recognizing the uniform. “This is the room of Schmedal and Zosima, ma’am. Take all the time you need.”

“Naturally, Sergeant.” The woman sounded like she was in her 50s but looked like she was in her late 40s. “If you had something for them to do for the day, I recommend you cancel it. They won’t be going anywhere for a while.”

-Cristina looks at Qamar who looks like she is about to defuse a bomb without instructions or a proper kit. Oh no, keep it together, Qamar. We didn’t do anything yet. They just want to scare us. She said in her head, hoping that somehow Qamar will hear her thoughts and keep calm. Qamar has asthma so situations like this can make a simple surprise turn into a trip to the ER.-

“Have fun ladies.” The Sergeant walks out of the room and locks the door behind him. The woman looks around the room, takes a seat at one of the desks and begins the interrogation. “Qamar, you can relax now. If I wanted you to die, I could have closed the vents and cut off oxygen from this room, gassed the two of you, or waited till you leave the room to set a trap in it.” Neither cadets took it as a joke even if it was meant to be one. “Now, Cristina. You may have fooled some people as to why you joined the military, but I know your mother well and I must say while your decision is a justifiable reason, it is also foolish. I hope you plan to rethink your decision before you get yourself killed. Your father wouldn’t forgive us if something happened to you.”

“That man doesn’t care about my mother. He is a coward.”

The Captain gets up from her seat and walks over to Cristina, “You will NOT speak about him like that! How DARE you mock what HE has done for the UNSC! Before he met your mother, he was the Admiral of the 5th Fleet. He fought tooth and nail to liberate 3 systems from the Insurgents with reinforcements just 350 parsecs away from him! YOU WILL RESPECT HIM AS YOUR HERO AND YOUR FATHER, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, CADET?!”

-Cristina was hearing the words the Captain was saying and knew of his valent efforts to save countless lives but she still hated him for not returning to duty and decided to take his spot since he wanted to be a farmer instead of serving the military and avenging his wife.-

“Crystal clear, Captain.”

“You better make sure you understand those words, Cadet. If you die in the field, that’s on you. No one told you to join but you came anyway, which takes courage. Your parents knew about courage, honor, and sacrifice. So far, you’ve just shown me you are nothing but a damn hot-head.” The Captain motions to her guard to open the door and she walks out the room with the guard behind her.

“You fucked up now.”

“She doesn’t know my father.”

“Uh… I’m pretty sure she does. Were you not listening? Cristina, you need to stop being angry at him for not being here instead of you.”

“I’m not angry! I’m disappointed.”

“For what? Maybe he has injuries…”

“He’s fine. He’s been on a ship for his whole career.”

“So? The injuries don’t have to be physical. Come on, you must know about PTSD.”

Cristina thinks for a bit and shakes her head.

“Wow. Ok PTSD can be a mental, emotional and physical injury. Take for example the other veterans we salute for their services. I guarantee every single one of them still has PTSD from seeing their friends die, losing a limb or witnessing something that they can never tell anyone else. Just because your father was stuck on a ship, doesn’t exclude him from PTSD. Maybe he saw a ship go down with his best friend on it, maybe he almost lost his wife and that memory is much stronger thanks to that attack at the parade. Pretty much the Captain is telling you to respect the veterans who fought to keep us safe even if they were in orbit.”

“He’s never talked to us about how he’s really feeling…”

“Some veterans don’t want to burden others, so they keep their problems to themselves. I know all this because I used to work with veterans whenever I volunteer.”

-Cristina sits on the edge of her bed, places her head in her hands and mutters something under her breath. Qamar walks over to her and hugs her gently. Cristina hugs her back and silently weeps on her shoulders.-

-Two hours later-

-Planetside, it is in the afternoon and Cristina is done with tactics training for the day and has to get ready for laps and obstacle course runs. She heads to the women’s locker rooms and gets dressed for another sweaty, achy day turning to midnight. While she is getting ready, she notices a few of the other cadets are not wearing underwear when they switch to their running uniforms. Don’t they know that’s a bad idea? Everything will be shown when they sweat. Unless… Seriously? I hope it’s a dare and not to be perverted. She sees they are saying something but due to how far she is from them, she can’t hear a single word they are saying. So she pretends to leave the locker room and finds a good spot to stay out of sight while able to hear everything.-

“You think he’ll notice?”

“Duh. Look at your tits. Soon as you start sweating, your tits will show through that shirt, not to mention down here,” the blonde female said to her brunette companion as she moves her hand from her thigh to her companion’s cunt. “Are you horny already? We didn’t even start and look at your face.”

“I… I haven’t had the chance to prepare myself for this… Can… Can you help me?”

“Now you are making me horny. Look if we do this right, we’ll be able to pass and have fun on the same day.”

-Cristina shakes her head knowing that the plan won’t work on the drill instructor but can’t wait to see the plan fail and have them embarrass themselves in front of their peers. She quietly walks out of the locker rooms and heads to the grounds. A few minutes pass and everyone is lined up and ready to do some running until their bodies really hate them. Cristina, being one of the voluptuous women on that line, was the few people who could do almost two laps and still have enough energy to do one more. Some of the cadets think that she is taking just like how they assume she got her figure however, she started doing track and field when she was a freshman in high school and didn’t stop a day. The drill instructor introduced himself to the cadets and said he was the substitute because the previous instructor had to train ODSTs. That caught everyone’s attention even the two lewd girls from the locker room. The girls’ faces went sour knowing that their plan had failed.-

-Three hours and a long training session later.-

-Everyone returned out of breath, holding on to each other for support before their bodies collapse. Cristina was on her knees, not as out of breath as the others but her body was aching and could barely crawl.-

“Good job everyone. Get your rest, those of you that have night classes, get ready.”

-Cristina and the others who didn’t have night classes at the time went to the showers and tried to clean up while bearing the pain. Ten minutes later, Cristina and a few others left the locker rooms and went to their own rooms. When Cristina entered her room, she found Qamar, her roommate, lying on the bed reading a book and wasted no time climbing in with her and snuggling against her chest.-

“Cristina? What’s gotten into you? You’re lucky I’m ok with this or the sarge would have you by the hair.”

“That’s why I want to snuggle with you. You would be ok with it and you want to join in, am I right?” She asked as she lifted her head to Qamar’s and looked her in the eyes.

“Well… I mean… I’m not that easy, Crissie. You’ll have to do a little better if you really want to spend a night in my bed.”

-Cristina continues snuggling with Qamar for a couple of minutes, removes her clothing and starts teasing Qamar by touching her breasts and firmly grasping them. Qamar moans to Cristina’s grasps and rubs her hand through Cristina’s hair. Cristina moves up to Qamar’s mouth and the two share a passionate kiss while Qamar’s hand is on Cristina’s tit and Cristina’s hands are wrapped around Qamar. The night starts to get longer and longer as the two please each other on Qamar’s bed, a few minutes later, they are both naked, chest on chest, fingers rubbing each other’s clits and soft moans echoing the room.-

“This feels so amazing. Why didn’t we do this sooner? Damn Crissie, if we keep this up, we won’t be able to wake up early tomorrow.”

“I don’t care. I needed this,” Cristina said with a moan.

-Cristina’s fingers entered Qamar’s cunt and shortly after Qamar’s fingers did the same. As they continued fingering one another, their movements became more intense. Cristina’s hips were moving from her incoming orgasm which made Qamar use more and an extra finger. To Cristina’s surprise, she orgasmed on Qamar’s leg in four minutes. However, she wasn’t done with Qamar, she maneuvered her fingers to find Qamar’s sweet spot and when she did, it sent Qamar over the edge. She released whatever hold she had on Cristina and gripped the sheets tight, arched her back towards the ceiling, her eyes rolled back and a very loud moan that almost worried Cristina because she knew the whole hallway must have heard her. After Qamar had her orgasm, Cristina snuggled on her naked body.-

“Cristina, please tell me we get to do this again.”

“Of course. We will have to try new things to spice it up if that’s ok with you.”

Qamar kissed Cristina’s forehead, “I think you will be all the spice I need.”

-Qamar hugged Cristina and the two naked cadets fell asleep in each other’s arms.-