Love on the Rocks - Prologue. Prologue

It was another beautiful day on Labridore IV as I walked hand in hand with Austin Hooley, aka Hooligan. A crack fighter pilot and a good bed partner. Tonight, we were heading out to dinner as our training at Officer Candidate School is past the first eight weeks that was mostly a boot camp. Nothing my family’s marines have not already taught me. Hence why I was the company commander for our group. Three groups start every week, so there is always a new crop of at least 40 officers graduating for CONFED Navy. The non-navy personnel slots are limited, yet I earned mine. We have two weeks left to go, new postings are already being discussed. I was approached by the Commandant of the Academy to sign up for War College Training. Admiral Cunningham also alluded to me staying for a few months to help train the new crews of the latest ships in the asteroid jumping environment, which they bought from my family. That little excursion has yet to come down the pipe as an official request. The dropping of that was probably to gage my interest.

It was after dinner that things changed, and Austin took me to his place here in the city of Lunenburg before we returned to the orbital. This is the third time we have been allowed off in the past two weeks and we’ll get four more free nights. It all comes with a catch. We are up an hour early the day after for morning burn. Aka, calisthenics. That had some interesting effects on a few people, which I think was the point of it.

It was two hours later when he pinged my implant. I rolled and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Only someone with an implant like mine can ping me. Anyone could do the equivalent of knock and ask for inclusion, but a ping. That was a request for access on a secured level. He blew a kiss at me and tapped his head and then my temple. I placed the blocks up to only allow communication and activated my security protocols before I opened myself to him.

We meet again. Marc Alexander. You guessed who I work for and now I will tell you why I am here. He pushed his credentials forward for me to review with my implant and he showed me the history of my family from over 60 stanyears ago that I already knew. How my great grandfather, Joshua Alexander, fought a battle in the Low Sec areas of space that we currently live in. There was a voice talking and telling me what had actually happened. The Confederation was attacked, disguised as pirates. Where they came from. How great grandpa defeated them. Images flashed, reports, graphs. Then it all paused as Austin snuggled into me before it started again. I felt his hand close around my cock as he kissed my neck.

What does this mean? I asked through the implant.

“It means I’m horny again and yes. I was sent to communicate with you because they felt you would find me desirable and needed a bed partner to sleep better at OCS.” He spoke aloud.

“Not what I meant.” He snickered.

“It means that your neighbors are massing again. You are to be the tip of the spear. CONFED Navy can’t get involved until they attack openly, but they could support you wiping out pirates. Sometime in the next five years, they will try again. You need to be ready.” I closed my eyes and let out a breath.

“And how do I get ready?” I asked through the implant, confused.

“You. Marc Alexander. Just need to keep doing what you are doing. Keep demonstrating that you are a worthy adversary of pirates.”

“Why me?”

“Because you are just like your great grandfather. Whether or not you realize it, you are a very dangerous person when you want or need to be. You care about other people. You will do what is needed when it is needed. You’re not above using lethal force when it is required but will not use it when not needed. You will go far in life, Marc Alexander. I and many others believe you can create the peace in your lifetime we all work so hard to maintain.”

After that we had sex again before we discussed many things. Austin isn’t his real name, I’m sure. He had several ideas that he had passed to me. Also telling me, once he leaves the class, he will not be contacting me again. We had several meetings over the next few weeks until we graduated. The look he gave me after our last kiss told me I would never see him again.