New to the Program

OOC: Small sci-fi tinge story...

IC: Charlie sat as his desk finishing up the final debriefing from his last mission. The only light in the small room came from the blue screen as white letters appeared in neat rows. The room was a small apartment with spartan furnishings and little decoration, not much of a statement about the man who lived there. Although, truth be told, he did not stay here very often.

Charlie sat back and stared at the screen a moment. He was a soldier, and a highly trained one to boot. Orbital Insurgent Inssurectionist was his official title. Mainly it meant getting dropped from orbit onto a hostile world where he could create as much, or as little, trouble as his mission dictated. It was hazardous, demanded high levels of independant action and slef-reliance, and if you dissappeared High Command just assumed you were captured and cancelled your file.

And Charlie was good at it.

Despite only being 26 years old, he had a distinguished record already. He had proven himself time and time again, and was years ahead of the promotion scale. Of course that was generally the case with State Children. Both of his parents had been soldiers and had been selected for the State Children Breeding Program. Individuals that had shown sound genetic structure and displayed apptitude at the job were chosen to copulate with other soldiers and produce the next generation of soldiers for the State. Which is where Charlie had come from, born into the State, raised by the State, and now serving the State.

Charlie finished the last few words and then sent the report to his superiors. Then sat back to stare at the empty screen. Charlie was tall and lean, light brown hair and clear blue eyes. He had a warrior's muscle tone from being prepared for war since he was a child. He had been notified that he had been selected for the State Children Breeding Program, and was unsure how to react. His whole life was soldiering, it always had been. This seemed a strange and unfamiliar complication.

Charlie knew about women, socialized with them when the occassion demanded, and worked with them every so often. But he had never had anything close to a relationship with one. He felt unprepared, a feeling he was not used to. Oh he knew the mechanics involved, the biological and physical acts, but there was a nagging suspicion that there was more involved. Charlie sat forward and pulled up the file sent him about the woman who had been selected as a suitable match. Her name was Catherine, she was a half dozen years older than he, and she was a Naval transport pilot. No picture had been included. She had already brone two children in the Program who were strong and healthy and being raised to be good little soldiers themselves. They always did that, pair up someone new to the program with someone who had already been successful at least once. It was the same for males or females. Catherine had sent him a message saying she would be stopping by later, and that she knew this was his first encounter with the program and that she was looking forward to getting to know him. Charlie sat back and pursed his lips together, wondering what this new adventure had in store for him...

OOC: Okay, I think I got the gist of it across. Basically a State instituted breeding program among military personnel in a futuristic timeframe. I need someone to play the role of Catherine, which is the one Open character. More coupling is encouraged, I think there is some fun ways to play with the idea, if you're interested and would like to expand on the story PM me.

Re: Catherine

Withdrawing from thread.
As explained in PMs, I took on Catherine as the "one open character".
Prefer not to take part in this storyline with multi-players.

Best wishes and enjoy all
DM x

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Good luck hon x

"Hello ... I'm Catherine ..."

Charlie came to his feet as the woman strode into the room. "Ma'am," he said remembering that she outranked him, and feeling a little tinge travel up his spine and lock it stiff. He really hadn't thought about that aspect yet. Two things surpirsed him. First was how at ease and confident she seemed as she strode into his room Second was how beautiful she was. It was a common joke among the groundpounders that the Fleet always recruited for looks first and talent second. Well, he couldn't judge her flying ability, but her apperance certainly bore credence to the idea.

Her hair was done up in a professional bun, but was obviously long went let down. Her unifrom had a prim and proper look that told him she had an eye for detail and held pride in her duty. It was her eyes that held him up a moment, soft, clear, penetrating. There was also an eager quality to them, something he couldn't quite identify. The word predatory came to mind, and it made the back of his throat go dry. The smile she offered made it slightly worse.

"I ... I'm Charlie," he eventually managed. He figured he shouldn't be this... agitated... he had been in more demanding circumstances than these. He rolled his shoulders and let some of the tension bleed off. "Would you care to sit?" he asked before remembering there was only one chair next to the desk, besides that there was only the bed to sit down on. He had been own his own on planets inhabited solely by the enemy, he should be able to handle one woman alone in his room. Her smile widened in a knowing kind of way and he had the strong urge to clear his throat.

Lt Col Tony Hill

He watched as she entered the room. Not really knowing what to expect. He had been doing those for so long now that he had seen every situation occur that he thought was possible. He himself being born of "The Program" as they had so eloquently named it.
However, the Federation had been wonderful for him. He had moved up the ladder faster than anyone before him. He was a young attractive man in his late 20's. He had been hand given this assignment four years ago and never once looked back. His job was to find the finest specimen available and get them to produce the new wave of elite soldiers.
He had read many field reports of the couple now enterchanging greetings. THere was Charlier. He was hell on wheels, no doubt it. He had already been on nine drop missions and returned from all of them. Something, not many were able to accomplish. He knew no fear in combat. This however, was not combat. He watched as Cathering continued her greetings.

Micala

Micala was in high intelligence, dealing many with mental issues of extended space flight, trauma, as well as first time moms, seperation anxiety and the like. Sometimes she wondered about the being hired for sex appeal first and abilities second. Sure she was a product of the system. Her father was a soldier, her mother was a number cruncher. She had five brothers, of which one had been turned out of the program and one had yet to find a field he was suited for.

She was 29 and her rank had risen over time, it had become simply a formality that more and more people had to salute her. Her uniform hugged every curve of her body, her full breasts shadowing her trim waist and matching her full hips and nice ass. At least her last lover had told her she had a killer bod. She thought this was hilarious as she was in one of the jobs that she had never been required to kill anyone, even though she treated many who had killed a few too many.

Lately though she ahd been deeply involved in the matching program, finding people who were physically and psychologically compatible. She found herself looking for Mr. Right during the process and when a compatible profile showed up she nearly fell off her chair. Being in her line of work she had experienced the joys of sex early in her career to increase her knowledge. She recalled her first with a smile, she had been 19 he had been in his early 30's and two times a father. He had also been higher ranking and surprisingly submissive. It had shaped her sexual character and appetites and she had the joy of using her position to find other partners male and female along the way.

But Mr. Right, it was a miracle, a match physically, genetically, and sexually. It was too tempting to pass up and putting a marker on her file that she had yet to experience the joy of motherhood and suddenly he was hers. She smiled and debated how long it would take him to contact her. Of course she currently was on birth control to prevent unwanted accidents from interfering with her work, being on the inside had it's advantages. It would only take a few months to work it's way out of her system but until then she would be sharing sleeping quarters with.....she paused....in her desire to have him she had not looked at his name and now his file was no longer on her screen.

Oh well, he would be contacting her soon enough. For now she was content to flick her screen to observation mode. She glanced at the stats, he was a first timer with excellent survival skills, she was twice a mother and definetly still sexy.

He watched in earnest as Charlie sat there, like a deer in the headlights. His pick would hopefully shine here in this experiment. He read over Catherine's file, Approved by Micala Ah yes, Micala, a woman with a head for this and a body to match. She should have been here by now. It was not likely for her to miss the introduction of tow new people in the program.
He heard a beep on his phone. He opened the phone to the keyboard. Apparently, someone with clearance was looking at his file. The beeping turned off almost as fast as it had turned on.
He would see to it that the clearance on his file was moved up to 9 so that only those of his rank or higher had the ability. His attention turned back to the room.

Micala

She glanced at her chronometer, damn she was supposed to meet one of the muckeded mucks to ensure that her latest match went smoothly. She slipped into her skimpiest uniform, a tight form fitting dress that covered her from neck to thigh. She ran down the corridor her breasts bouncing from the exertion. She put her hand on the door and was confused and amazed at who was inside. The exertion had caused her uniform to caress her body in ways she had not realized possible and she was more than flushed as she entered the room. She saluted, she had forgotten he was one rank ahead of her, of course after successfully bearing a child she would be promoted.

"Sorry for being late, I was wrapped up in something. I've been watching from my private viewing office."

"You know I will have to report this to the Federation in my report." He said sternly, not trying to notice her or her outfit and the way it looked on her. She was perfect. Good looking and a military woman.
Make sure your pick doesn't screw this up please." He said knowing that a promotion would be waiting for him if he maked this two pick impregnation work. Usually, one person picked both parties, but the Lt Col had come up with this idea and the powers that be loved the idea. If it worked he would be up for a big promotion in pay and rank.

Micala

"I have the highest rate of healthy offspring in my unit, sir." She wondered if being tossed together like this was the computer's idea of a joke. However Catherine was fabulous and Micala knew Cat needed a fresh look on life and this was just the thing, for both of them. Of course it went beyond sex, she merely hoped that impregnation would occur within the standard year. She recalled that Catherine's last partner had warmed her bed throughout her pregnancy.

She wondered what being pregnant was like as she turned to look at them. "First meetings are usually a little awkward." She smiled inwardly as the bottle of intoxicant she had ordered had arrived.

OOC: Unfortunately I guess we need to recast the role of Catherine. If anyone is interested please PM...