Aces High: War Torn

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

Oh great, Luisa thought, throwing her helmet into her locker and removing her survival gear.

He probably thinks I'm a rug-muncher now.

She unzipped her flight suit all the way to the waist and pulled her arms out of the sleeves.

I hadn't even meant it in a sexual way, I just wanted to get cleaned up too.

Luisa placed a hand on her locker and lowered head, sighing.

Hell, now I'm trying to explain myself to myself, in my head.

The flight suit slid off her hips down her legs to pool at her ankles. She removed her boots and pulled off the suit, standing in t-shit, socks and panties. She stuffed her gear into her locker, grabbed a towel and padded off to the showers.

She hung up her towel and removed the rest of her clothes. Finding an unattended shower head, she turned it on and let the water cascade over her upturned face and closed eyes. Looking down, she lifted her dog tags, turning them over in her hand.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Miranda, a smoke still on her lips, unzipped her flight suit, and climbed out of it before storing it into her locker, together with her helmet and boots. Then went towards the showers. Thank God for hot water. Let's just hope the plumbers got it working today.

Stepping into her shower with her white top, military pants and socks, she headed for the stalls reserved for women. She saw one occupied. Could be Luisa, I guess. Miranda tossed her smoke down a drain, before stepping into the stall beside the one Luisa occupied, and undressing completely. Off went her top, and down her pants and panties. Socks away, and ready.

As Miranda turned on the water and sighed, feeling the hot water fall on her face and run down her body, she wondered what Luisa's body was like. Looking down, Miranda sighed mentally. She was tall and lithe, sure. And although her hips were just the width and sensual swaying type, her breasts... were not that great. Pretty small, or at least she thought so. B, C maybe? She almost felt tempted to have a peek at Luisa.

Not that that would be wrong. They were both women, after all. But Miranda resisted peeking into someone's privacy just a little bit longer to start soaping her body, her hand running down from her neck, onto her breasts, down her stomach and hips, and legs. And then start rubbing with the sponge...

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

Hmm?

There was someone in the next stall over. Luisa let the dog tags drop from her hand and peeked over.

Oh, it's Miranda.

Luisa's eyes roamed over Miranda's soapy body and followed her hands as they soaped her neck and breasts and caressed her curves.

Her heart skipped a beat when she realized what she was doing.

Dammit, I'm practically ogling another naked woman!

She quickly turned away from the sight and applied soap to herself, trying desperately not to imagine Miranda's hands as her own moved over her body.

 

[The Rahzgriz]

Asriel remained in his seat awhile longer. He had found himself thinking of the possibilities that could come out of the whole Luisa and Miranda situation. Like most men would, he daydreamed about the two going at it hot and heavy in the showers. If not for someone dropping a tray and bringing him out of his fantasy, chances are he would have started drooling on himself.

"That kind of stuff doesn't happen outside of pornos."

Almost a little downtrodden from the fact, Asriel picked himself up out of the chair and headed out of the mess hall. Though he found it a little awkward now that he had a hard-on. This is the one thing I hate about being on this base. Few chances to get-off... Besides that, there was not much to do when not flying. A shower seemed in order. Partly because he seriously needed it. Partly because he wanted to see if he could catch the event he daydreamed about. Even if the chaces were slim to none.

Tossing his stuff into a locker, he grabbed a tower and headed toward the showers.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Once she finished scrubbing herself, Miranda started with her hair, letting the soap run down her body. Massaging her head, she felt a warm, pleasant peace wrap around her. Few were the moments where Miranda felt at peace with herself.

Leaning on the stall, she let the water soak her, before starting to scrub her hair with her fingers. Miranda's brain felt like a sponge itself, and she only felt her body, warmed by the water. She let a long sigh escape her lips and closed her eyes, hoping she could always stay like this. So calm, pleased, relaxed...

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

Miranda's sigh didn't help matters any.

Luisa closed her eyes, trying not to concentrate on the highly desireable woman beside her.
It didn't work.

As her hands slid across her body, she felt her body reacting to her unbidden fantsy about Miranda.
Her breasts tingled and her nipples hardened in arousal.

Her left hand masaged her breasts as her right hand descended to her crotch.

Unable to maintain her balance, she leaned against the wall, the side of her face pressed against the tile, eyes squeezed shut, as she began moving the fingers of her right hand into her self.

Oh God, I can't believe... She's right... Next to me...

She hated what she was doing and tried not to let her soft moans escape her lips...

 

[Katamari Roller]

Miranda finished with her hair, now wet and cascading all around her head and onto her face. She grinned sheepishly, her worries washed away together with the shampoo. Her body felt as light as Miranda could wish for. But when she was going to wash her hair a second time, she noticed she had almost run out of shampoo. The damn thing had a fancy look, but no space inside it!

Well, guess I should ask for some from Luisa. Walking out of the stall with a sigh, she went over to Luisa's and pulled the curtain aside.

"Hey, Luisa, mind... giving me... some...

...shampoo?"

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

Oh God, Luisa thought, as she felt a rush of pleasure sweeping through her body. OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGo-

"Oh God,!" she exclaimed in dismay as the shower curtain pulled aside, revealing a clearly surprised Miranda.

She had never been so embarassed in her entire life. Here she was, after publicly acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, caught masturbating in the shower to thoughts of the very woman standing across from her.

"Oh my God," she said again, hastily covering her breasts and pussy. She hoped the water cascading over her body hid the evidence of what she was doing to herself. Maybe she'll think my hand over my crotch is a reflex?

She didn't see anything, she prayed. Please, oh please, she didn't see anything!

With a nervous smile on her face, Luisa kept eye contact with Miranda, as she switched hands and fumbled around for the bottle of shampoo.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Miranda's whole body seemed to electrify, getting goosebumps. Kinda like a cat going on the defensive. It was not difficult to guess what Luisa had been doing. What with the shuddering, the sudden jumpyness, the need to cover herself in front of another female...

The question was, who was she thinking of when she masturbated? Miranda grinned naughtily, before dropping her clothes on a bench, entering the stall, and leaning on the wall with her arm, in a very macho way. She felt like screwing around a bit with Luisa.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? What were you doing, Luisa?"

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

I just wish I could crawl under a rock and die, Luisa thought, looking at Miranda like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

When she raised her arm, Luisa couldn't help but notice how the movement affected the level of Miranda's breasts. Why am I staring?!

"What... was I doing?" Luisa responded, failing to stifle a nervous giggle. She hoped her nipples wouldn't remain hard for long. She wished it, she willed it, to no avail.

"Well, I was just soaping myself, you know?"

She held out the asked-for bottle of shampoo, feeling her pulse race.

"Anyway, I think I'm done here... so..."

Luisa thought about how best to get past Miranda. Santos stood in the doorway, a little to the side, with her arm resting across the only open space left. The size of the stall meant it was very cramped indeed for two bodies.

Her only recourse seemed to be to slide past her sideways. She would have to force her way, if necessary.

Luisa felt her skin tingle as it brushed up against Miranda's. Their breasts touched, briefly.

"Please..."

She had meant the word to come out firm, but polite. Instead, she was horrified inside, as it came out as a soft whimper, heavy with need.

She closed her eyes, cheeks flushing red with renewed embarassment.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Right as their breasts squashed against each other, Miranda pushed forwards, forcing Luisa back into the stall. Even as she blushed, she started talking, the push and her words happening at the same time just a second after Luisa's plea.

"Aw, please! You were masturbating, Luisa!" Needless to say, Miranda was feeling really naughty. Playing with Luisa was the most fun she had had in months. Stepping real close, cornering her against the stall, Miranda closed on her.

Looking up close... damn... she IS hot! Miranda couldn't help but envy Luisa's body. Tanned, big breasts, a pretty smile... she knew that if she were a boy, she would fuck her every single day, every single way. Ah... a boy...

"Say..." Miranda put a hand on Luisa's right breast, squeezing lightly and grinning with malice. "... you weren't thinking of Asriel... were you?" Her grin turned broader, thinking she had hit the bullseye.

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

So close, Luisa thought, her heart beating quickly.

"No, no, I wasn't..." she weakly protested against the accusation of masturbation.

She's so close, oh so close!

Her knees felt weak and she slumped with her back against the wall of the shower.

Then she heard Miranda's question. Asriel?

"No!" she said with a surge of defiance. "I would never-!"

She had stood up from the wall, to thrust her face into Miranda's.

Unfortunately, she hadn't completely washed off the soap from earlier. It had dripped down her body during the confrontation and polled at her feet. The sudden motion sent her feet slipping out from under her.

She reached out her hands for anything to keep her balance. All she found was Miranda and the towel wrapped around her body.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"Gyah!" Miranda made to move away from Luisa, noticing she was falling, but as she raised one foot to move, her other one moved and slipped on the soap too. She felt Luisa's hand grab onto her towel at abdomen-height, and as both women slipped and fell, Miranda's towel came off her.

The impact on the floor knocked the wind out of Miranda, and she felt a horrible pain on the back of her neck. For a panicked few seconds, she wondered if she hadn't heard a crack, but a quick brush around the back of her head showed no blood. She was lucky indeed.

Still, opening her eyes and looking forwards, she blushed. First, because her pussy was now in clear view of Luisa's eyes, who on the other hand now was more or less covered with Miranda's towel. And second, because anyone coming in would probably see Miranda laying there, naked. Her lithe, pale form soaked from head to toe, her legs spread and bent outwards showing Luisa a clear view of her pink pussy lips and blond tufts of hair on her vulva.

 

[The Apparition]

Almost 1500 hours
With his head in his hands, Ramen sat in the middle of the locker room for the crew showers. Having just exited the shower, he sat with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and his dogtags hanging loosely from around his neck.

Taking notice of the tags, he pulled on them and allowed his light hazel eyes to adjust to the light in the locker room before reading the tags, which read:
"GRIER, RAMEN J.
1ST LIEUTENANT,
BAF 7th Air, 13th Tac"

A whirlwind of emotions swept across his mind...

Earlier that day, 0840 hours - Directus, the occupied Capitol of Ustio - Mission briefing
"Rook, your mission will be to lead Raven squadron to the town of Solis Ortus as we launch a joint assault with the 39th tac and the 301st bomber divisions - who are en route to Valais."

Ramen sighed as he leaned forward in his chair. "What're my orders?"

"You will be attacking these positions," the man, a colonel indicated to an overhead projection on the wall. The positions that were circled were not enemy installations, but were in fact, civilian locations.

"You've got to be joking, those are civilians," Ramen said matter-of-factly, to which the colonel did not laugh or respond, but rather, gave him a stern look.
"Good God, you're serious."

The colonel leaned closer to Ramen, before eventually seating himself next to him. "I need you to do this, we all need you to do this. Belka needs you, Ramen."

"So now you're just going to outright order me to do this, instead of tricking me into doing it like you did the last time?"

The colonel's response was silence with the exception of the clearing of his throat before sitting upright.

"I don't know what's going on with you people as of late, but I was never taught to attack--"
"FUCK BUCHNER, GRIER!" The colonel exhaled the frustration from his voice before continuing, "Wolfgang Buchner is a dying breed. Civilians are the enemies anymore, they could be harboring enemy supplies to hide from radar and survelliance. We need to strike, and let Ustio know that they can't use civilians anymore."

Leaning back into his chair, Ramen nodded softly. "Alright, when am I deploying?"
The colonel beamed with pride as he slapped Ramen's knee as he stood. "Now."

0900 hours
"Dreg 1, fox 2!"
"Dreg 3, fox 2!"
"Attention all aircraft, this is HQ. Your backup has arrived in the form of Raven Squadron, Rook will be your mission leader now."
"Allright! We get the "Death Squadron"!"

Ramen remained silent over the chatter, merely shaking his head. In the past, he would have been proud to have heralded the nickname for his squadron, "Death" Squadron. ... But now.. "death" had a different meaning. They wanted him to kill innocents, just in attempt to scare the enemies.

"Raven 3 here, preparing to engage on your command, wing leader."
He remained silent yet.
"Raven 1? Do you copy?"

"...Yeah. Preparing to engage."

"Shit! We've got a squad of Eagles at 12 o'clock!"
"Dreg squadron, concentrate on those Eagles - do NOT allow any to stop Raven squadron!"
"Dreg 3 here, I'm on it!"

"No.. we can't do this. Halt operation!"

"Raven leader? Repeat that last transmission?"

"They're innocent civilians, we can't attack!"

The colonel yelled over the radio: "Raven 1, follow your orders or disgrace shall follow you, damnit!"
"I'd rather be disgraced than become a war criminal!"
Suddenly, he pulled back on the throttle as he dropped out of the lead spot in the squadron - his wingmen blowing by him. Arming his Sidewinders, he took aim at Raven 3 - launching a missile that quickly clipped the craft's wing, sending it hurtling to the ground below.

"RAVEN 1, DISENGAGE IMMEDIATELY!"

The Eagles radio chatter began cutting in:
"-47 firing on his own.. Should we.. back?"
"Negative... 2. ...Let him fight his own battle."
"He's got one on his tail!"

"This is Dreg 2, I've got Raven 1 locked on. Requesting permission to fire."
"Yes, fire, damnit!"

With a quick bank and the quick extension of his air brake, Rook broke Dreg 2's lock-on. He switched his radio to general,
"To any Allied aircraft, I request assistance - I would like to declare my defection!"
"Belkan aircraft, err.. would you please repeat that last transmission?"
"This is First Lieutenant Ramen Grier of the Belkan Air Force, I'm defecting from Belka's rule!"

Suddenly, the Eagles spotted ahead made their heading toward Ramen's Su-47 - followed closely by Dreg 2 in his Su-37, who was attempting badly at firing at Ramen with his vulcan cannon.
"Lieutenant Grier, please make your heading 033. We will escort you back to Valais Air Base."

Rook raised altitude as if to meet with the incoming Eagles, the lead flight firing off a pair of missiles that narrowly missed him - instead, hitting the pursuing Belkan fighter.

"Raven 1, this is Echo 1. The Ustio 35th tactical fighter squadron would like to welcome you."

Later that day, About 1500 hours
Glancing up, he took notice of another soldier walking by and making his way to the showers. Releasing the tags, he mistook the man for one of the pilots from earlier,
"Are you a member of the Ustio 35th, Echo 1?"

He slowly got to his feet, extending a hand toward "I'm Rook. The Belkan pilot that you escorted back here."
The man he was speaking to was not Echo 1 - but rather, Edge 3.

 

[The Rahzgriz]

"Are you a member of the Ustio 35th, Echo 1?"

Asriel stopped and looked at the man who had spoken. Looking to his left, to his right, and behind him in an effort to figure out who he was talking to, he was silent and confused-looking. When the hand was extended, he finally understood that the man was talking to him. That should have been obvious since the start since nobody else was in the locker room at the moment. The silence was subtely awkward as he stared at it.

"Uh.... I think you got the wrong guy, Rook. I'm Edge 3. Or Calibur."

But he shook the hand anyway. Asriel was almost tempted to mention the third name he was known as, the Anean Demon. His flashback from earlier in the mess hall had lodged loose the memory of the name. Now it was buzzing around in his head like the many missiles he had shot.

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

Pulling the towel back from her eyes, Luisa found herself staring right into Miranda's crotch. Not the first time she'd seen one, but certainly the first time she'd seen one up close, and at this angle.

She quickly got up into a seated position, knees drawn up protectively, shielded by the towel. Belatedly, she remembered the sopping towel was Miranda's and handed it back.

In a further comic move, Luisa concealed the entire scene by drawing the shower curtain.

"I'm so sorry, Miranda," she said, kneeling by her side. "Are you hurt at all?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

Miranda took the towel, covering herself with it quickly. Looking up at the ceiling, she got up shakily as she tried not to slip again. Her ass hurt from the fall, and she grimaced, blushing in embarrasment.

"Thanks..." Miranda limped towards her stall... then turned around and grabbed the shampoo, feeling absolutely mortified. Truth was, she had thought she was pretty graceful in her movements up until now. But this was quite a blow, in a physical sense more so. She leant against the stall, waiting until the pain passed before finishing her shower.

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

"You know what, you're not okay," Luisa said, her previous embarassment forgotten in light of Miranda's fall.

Damn, she fell because of me.

She quickly turned the water off, but Miranda's towel was already almost completely soaked through. Nothing Luisa could do about that now.

She grabbed her own towel, wrapping it around herself before helping Miranda to her feet. Together, the two women partly walked, partly stumbled to the infirmary. Luisa, preoccuppied with keeping Miranda upright and making sure they were heading in the right direction, ignored the other base personnel's stares atr the towel-clad pilots. She'd get hers and Miranda's uniforms later.

She was in crisis-management mode now and all she could think of was getting Miranda to the base doctor.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Miranda sort of limped, her hips murdering her slowly together with embarrassment.

"Luisa, st-stop... That hurts, and it's... ugh!" Miranda tried not to look at the personnel walking by, and also tried to suppress her grimacing. This was not going to be easily forgotten by anyone in the whole base. If things were bad now, just you wait...

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

The two women enter the Infirmary, Luisa never letting go of Miranda until they get to a bed. She helps Miranda into the bed, paying particular attention to setting her head down gently.

The duty-shift nurse hands Luisa a sign-in sheet, which she fills out promptly, before turning back to Miranda.

"I'll go get your uniform, Miranda," she says softly, kissing her forehead. "I'll be right back."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Ww-what the hell...

Miranda grimaced, laying down on the bed. She was not liking at all the direction this was taking. I mean, it's just my ass hurts a bit! Not THAT bad! Sighing, Miranda guessed it would be better to stay here and let Luisa get her uniform for her.

Incidentally, she wondered why Luisa had taken such a sudden course of action. Did she feel guilty about her falling down? Well... maybe she did. But the determination she displayed was strangely enthusiast...

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

Luisa ran off to her locker, heedless of the risque way the bottom of her towel fluttered around her upper thighs.

Most of her gear had remained packed into her duffel when she got to Valais. She had simply dumped the bag into her locker her first day and pulled out what was on top, as needed.

She quickly changed into the first thing available, which were her workout clothes. She spared a moment to look at herself in the locker mirror, and reached into her locker for her second flightsuit, pulling it on over her hips and tying the arms around her waist.

Shutting the door shut, she proceeded to locate Miranda's locker.

Santos, Santos... Santos... here!

Luisa checked the locker over and opened it.

Miranda's going to need some clothes and some...

Luisa hesitated a moment, staring at a few pieces of Miranda's lingerie. The articles she saw were practical, but thinking of the body she had so recently seen nude, she couldn't help but imagine them on Miranda.

Suddenly startled out of her daydream by a slamming door, Luisa was mortified by the realization she was holding one of Miranda's panties.

D-dammit!

She quickly grabbed a bra, not caring if they matched the panties, and wadded Miranda's clothes, tucking the bundle under her arm and returning to the Infirmary.

 

[The Apparition]

"Uh.... I think you got the wrong guy, Rook. I'm Edge 3. Or Calibur."

He nodded in slight disappointment, it would definitely take some time getting used to this new situation he placed himself in. He was slightly surprised that the man however, had accepted his hand in greeting anyway - that's when it came to him..
'Edge 3'... 'Calibur'... Couldn't be.. Suddenly, he spoke up as he glanced up at Calibur's eyes.

"The Anean Demon?"

It had to be. Ramen smiled - his first in a long time - as he shook Calibur's hand just with a slight vigor before releasing. Pilots of Calibur's reputation, outside of Belka, had become known as "demons". Evidently, tales of the "Anean Demon" swirled around some in the Belkan Air Force.

"If it's true what I've heard about you - that you can practically take on an entire squadron on your own - then I'm glad I've allied with you."

The smile eventually dwindled into a smirk as he nodded; intrigued by the pilot's supposed skill, or perhaps impressed? Either way he began to turn away back to where his belongings lay neatly.

"Time to find my way to the infirmary for a medical clearance. I guess I'll see you around some, Calibur - unless Ustio transfers pilots like Belka.."

He was still weary.. Tired of losing friends, tired of fighting battles that he didn't want to fight anymore. But maybe, just maybe... these mercenaries would instill some fight into him - for the good.
Leaving Calibur be, he gathered his clothing as he began to dress into fatigues. As he made his exit from the locker room, he couldn't help but whisper the words "Anean Demon", almost as if it were a chant - either to ward off evil or perhaps to enchant himself.
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There was some sort of commotion coming from the infirmary down the hall, to which Ramen slowed his step and began looking around - half expecting somebody to come storming out. As he neared closer to the infirmary entrance, he heard a woman's voice:

"I'll go get your uniform, Miranda. I'll be right back."

Suddenly, a woman headed toward the opposite end of the hall, not taking notice of him. He blinked, unable to stop himself from staring at the woman as she was clad in only a towel - sticking his hand out just in front of him so as not to run into the doorway. Sighing quietly, he turned toward the door to notice another woman - clad in only a towel - lying on the infirmary table.

"What in the hell..." he thought to himself.

"Can I help you?"

Ramen broke his gaze from the woman on the table for a moment to glance over at the duty nurse who was giving him a curious look. He was silent for a moment as she repeated, "Can I help you..?"

"Oh! I'm sorry! Err, yes, yes. Grier, Lieutenant - here for my medical clearance."

"Ah, you must be the Belkan pilot we picked up today! Right this way, Lieutenant."

The nurse led him toward the opposite side of the infirmary, and instructed him to seat himself on the table. "Please remove your clothing and wear this," she said handing him a cloth as she filled out a form before placing it in a binder holder nearby. "The doctor will be with you shortly," she said with a smile before turning her attention to the woman at the other side.

Quirking his brow, he couldn't help but keep his gaze to the woman who appeared miserable - or possibly, moreso embarassed. As he undressed, he wondered who was the other woman that made a quick exit from the infirmary? Turning around, he placed the cloth around his frontside, closing the backside with his hand as he turned back around to seat himself. It was then the woman returned, this time wearing her flightsuit - with additional clothing in hand.

"Oh man, now what..." He watched intently, possibly being the worst spy in the history of the military.

 

[Kaskasero_Kunai]

She walks quickly down the corridor, holding the bundle securely, and reaches the infirmary without incident. Signing a quick, chicken-scratch signature on the 'visitors' clipboard.

When she makes it to Miranda's bedside, Luisa draws the curtain for privacy and hands her the bundle of clothes.

"Sorry, Miranda," she says. "I just grabbed the first things I saw."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Miranda shook her head pitifully at the man. She hadn't seen him around... but that was not that unusual in Valais. The same way never seeing someone again was the usual.

When Luisa got back, Miranda felt a pang of anger in her mind. How dare she pull her towards the infirmary like this!? It was not that she felt humiliated... it was because of the principle of the thing!

Snatching the clothes with a swift motion, Miranda glared at them, trying to discern them. Finally, she settled for jeans and a blouse. Luisa had apparently not bothered taking a closer look to them to take her the flight suit and overalls.

Letting the towel slide off her, she muttered a "thanks", and put on black lace panties and bra, the only underwear that matched. Sliding the panties up her slender, pale legs, Miranda wondered if Luisa was accustomed to running around naked in whatever place she came from.