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Thanks to Mack the Knife for giving me the idea for this story, friendship and help.



Raising Roc Chapter 2
After that night, Roc was a different man; he had experienced the Joy of Sex. Sergeant Kelley didn't care, or showed him that she didn't care. She woke him up earlier than necessary, it's an Army tradition. "Get yer ass outta bed Private!" she yelled into his ear, interrupting the dream about Roc's first orgasm. Mary saw that his dick was erect again. "What is this unsatisfactory boner you have here Private?" Roc was still trying to wake up and was mumbling incoherently. She rolled him out of his sleep chamber onto the cold, steel floor. "Go take a piss and report back to me." Roc's giant naked form padded to the head (latrine) so he could relieve himself. Mary vowed to find out why the Navy called the 'latrine' the 'head'.

Unfortunately Roc was too large for any of the normal issue personnel equipment, so Mary had pieced some things together. She hoped it would work as it was supposed to. Together they had tested as much of the gear as was possible.

Mary had an anti-psy helmet cobbled together with a special comm-link. There were only two channel active on it; a private cannel to/from his Sergeant and receive only on the emergency channel. He also had a specially fashioned web belt with a first-aid kit, synthetic rations and other sundry items. When he left the shuttle, he would be given his blaster and a bandoleer of grenades. To make things simpler for him, there were only two types of grenades. Smoke+ in front and sonic stun in the back. The smoke+ grenades formed a cloud that would mask visual/radar/thermal/olfactory detection, it would also prevent radio communications, but that wouldn't affect the Rics.

Mary looked at her Private. He was the same, but different than the untrained lump of flesh she had inherited. He stood 2 meters tall and weighed 135 Kilograms, all muscle. Speaking of muscle, his cock made an impressive bulge in his fatigues, even when soft. With his blonde hair and blue eyes Roc was standing tall, an example of how you can "Be all you can be, in the Army." He might also be "An Army of one", he was big enough; combat would decide that.

Sergeant Kelley led her Private into the assault shuttle, where they were issued weapons prior to being strapped into their seats. This landing was supposed to be an uncontested landing, so the shuttle would actually set down to land the troops. Roc looked to his Sergeant for any last minute instructions. Mary looked at Roc seriously and uttered the following wisdom, "Don't get your balls shot off."

His reply was a hesitant "Hooya Sergeant."

The brass may have said it was going to be an uncontested landing, but the pilot wasn't taking any chances. The shuttle bobbed and weaved until even Mary was looking a little ill. It finally landed with a thump and they were hustled off. A perimeter was immediately set-up, relieving the Fleet Marines guarding the landing site. Nearby armored cargo shuttles were bringing the mark VIII Synthetic Troops down from the ship. Mary could hear them forming ranks; she tested her comm link with Roc. "Sergeant Kelley to Private Roc, this is a test, do you copy?" Part of Roc's training had been becoming familiar with a lot of equipment that was common-place to regular soldiers, but new to Roc.

"Private Roc to Sergeant Kelley, I copy you five by five." Roc then bent over and whispered in Mary's ear, "Why did you call me on the radio if I'm right next to you? Doesn't that seem sort of silly?" Mary rolled her eyes up into the back of her head. She didn't answer him, but switched channels and told her L.T. that they were proceeding on their mission. She then crouched down and led Roc through the underbrush. They moved in a low-profile manner, changing directions a few times while Mary consulted her GPS.

They made their way to a hill over looking the field the Synthetic Troops would advance on. The enemy troops would probably not assume a large formation; they were known for their hit and run tactics. They used some aboriginal-type of humanoids for their scouts. A few of some form of shaggy, tall, spindly creatures were captured. They were from the Rics home world and were their natural servants. It seemed that they couldn't survive without the Rics. The few that had been captured soon died, with no apparent cause.

Mary was positioned at the top of the knoll watching as the formations of vat-grown soldiers moved forward. She could see a bunch of ugly yellow clouds moving slowly over the battle field. The fact that there was a light breeze blowing and that the clouds were moving was not strange; however, Mary would realize later they were moving against the breeze, which was strange. Now, she saw Roc frozen on the hill, sticking up like a sore thumb. Mary hissed at him, "Get down! You'll give our position away!"

Roc was pointing to the north and saying something. Mary was torn between getting Roc under cover and performing her mission. Suddenly, two things happened that made the decision moot. The 'clouds' over the Synthetic Troops let loose with a deluge and a smoke + grenade exploded.

The deluge appeared to be more of a type of paint, than rain, bright yellow paint. It fell on the blue soldiers who now had bright yellow blotches on them. Every vat-soldier thought that the one in front of him was being taken over by the Rics, so he fired his laser at him. Mary tried to inform command on the emergency channel, but the smoke + grenade blocked the transmission. Mary's heart sank as she heard the whine of lasers as the Mark VIII Synthetic troops blasted each other. The Rics have out-foxed us again!

Although Mary was in an artificial 'dead zone' created by the grenade, she knew that a general recall was being ordered. She had to find Roc and get them out of there to meet with the shuttles, or they would be trapped on this planet. Mary couldn't see her hand in front of her face, so she moved slowly towards where she had last seen him. She whispered as she inched forward, "Roc are you OK? Don't move I'm coming to you. Can you hear � oomph."

She tripped and fell on something big and muscular� Roc! Mary felt along his massive form, checking for wounds. Her hands moved up his legs, as Mary held her breath. Mary released her breath in a "Whoosh" as her greatest fear was proven wrong. Her hands double-checked to make sure his over-sized package was still in good condition; it took her several minutes as she wanted to make sure, like any good Sergeant would. Mary was well pleased when Roc moaned and his cock twitched in her hands. Mary's hands stayed on his area-of-interest for several more moments before she sighed and moved up his broad body.

Roc appeared intact, although his shirt had a large, tattered hole in the chest and his bandoleer of grenades appeared to be missing. Mary slapped his on the cheek a few times to see if he was awake. The only response she got out of Roc was a low groan. Damn, I need to be able to see! Mary knew that there was an abrupt drop to the right, so she grabbed Roc by his combat boots and dragged him to the left. It took longer than she had estimated and she fell several times, but she finally dragged Roc into the clear. Unfortunately, it was not only clear of the concealment of the smoke+ grenade's effects, but also clear of concealing brush. Mary dragged Roc the 50 meters to a grove of trees.

Mary slumped to the ground, out of breath. Roc is a heavy son-of-a-vat; I need to rest a bit. While she was regaining her strength, Mary examined Roc's unconscious body. Most of the front of Roc's camouflaged uniform blouse was burnt off and his chest had minor burns. Mary treated his wounds with his first aid kit. She then injected Roc with a stim-tab. Roc groaned as the medication entered his system, but when he did not display any other reaction, Mary grabbed another stim-tab thinking such a large man might need two.

Mary jerked and dropped the stim-tab when Roc sat bolt upright. In a petulant voice she asked, "Well, don't you have anything to say? And don't say 'Hooya Sergeant' either. Give me an accurate report including why you were standing out in the open, what happened with the smoke+ grenade, etc."

Roc thought for a moment, then made his report. "I spotted some unknown troops, possibly the enemy, so I tried to warn you to be quiet. Then something hit me in the chest and one of more of my smoke+ grenades exploded. That's the last I remember, before waking up here, Sergeant. Roc looked down at his chest and noticed that he had been patched up. "Thank you for the first aid Sergeant, what are your orders?

Mary almost blushed, "Just doing what I would do for any wounded soldier, Private. Let's reconnoiter the edge of the smoke field moving to the north and try to pick-up a trail from there. The Rics had to be near those cloud beings to be able to control them. Let's take the fight right to those mind control freaks and make them pay! You might as well know the fleet probably skedaddled out of here, fearing an ambush, so we may be trapped on this world."

Roc nodded and said, "Hooya Sergeant. Just tell me where to go and who to kill; I'm ready to Rock and Roll. Mary smiled at Roc, her expression grim. They headed out along the smoke field to the north. Mary soon found some tracks and they followed them, careful not to give themselves away. They moved slower as they came across the signs of the movement of more troops which led them to the outskirts of a heavily guarded encampment. The encampment was being broken down to move, so Mary and Roc were able to get close.

It looked like this was the main encampment and they were moving out. Mary figured that the smoke+ grenade going off had something to do with it. She paused in her inspection of the camp and looked harder at some containers being loaded on a primitive wagon. Mary could see two workers carrying each container, placing them on the wagon that was half loaded. When one of the boxes was tipped, Mary could see the contents through the glass top. It looked like a slab of liver floating in a dirty broth. Rics! The humans had not any confirmed casualties caused to their mind controlling foes. They had the perfect opportunity to kill some Rics and get what was left over to some human scientists to study.

Mary whispered into her comm set trying to get Roc's attention. His reply was at a normal conversation volume level, so Mary shushed him. "Whisper, you lame excuse for a soldier. When I tell you, I want you to concentrate your blaster fire on the wagon. Make sure it is destroyed. Do you understand?" Roc whispered an affirmative. Mary sighted on the containers and the workers that were loading the wagon. "Open Fire!" Mary yelled as she fired short burst of her laser into her targets. She made sure all of her targets had been hit, and then looked at the wagon. Roc had done his job well. The wagon, its contents and the workers and soldiers around it were lying in ruined heaps.

As Mary had suspected, the beings under control of the Rics had gone unconscious and were lying around the encampment. Roc stood up from behind a bush and looked at the scene in awe. "Hooya Sergeant! Great shooting! I got the wagon, but you destroyed your targets and all the guards too! Can you teach me how to shoot that good Sergeant?" Roc's admiration for Mary went up a lot; he appeared almost frightened of her.

"No dummy, they collapsed when the Rics died. Now check for signs of life and drag the survivors out of the way and put them together. We don't know how they will react if they wake up." As Roc moved to complete his task, Mary noticed a minor wound to his left arm. One of the soldiers must have gotten an arrow off. I better tell Roc to watch out for this one, he's a mean relative-fucker.

Roc dragged one of the soldiers over to where he was going to gather them together. The next one was different. "Oh Sergeannnt. This one is a female, do ya want them together?" Mary was busy collecting samples of the dead Rics, so she didn't hear him. Roc shrugged and carried the female over and set her down. Roc could tell that this one was female because 'she' had one wide tit on her chest with four nipples on it. He went back to carry another over. He was confused by this one. She had the same single tit on her chest, only it was smaller with no nipples at all. Roc shrugged, she was a female, just one missing some parts. He carried her over to the others.

Roc was just letting go of the last limp warrior, when he was surprised by the biggest warrior standing up. Roc had dumped their weapons in a pile, Mary's idea, and he was standing between the pile and the tall warrior. As they stood each other off, Roc studied the other warrior. He was tall, almost two meters. His upper body was emancipated, almost skeletal, while his legs were very muscular and well defined. He was bald except for a wide strip of hair that started in the middle of his head and ran all the way down his back. The standoff went on until the rest of the aliens started to wake up. Roc knew that he needed some help. He keyed up his comm. unit, "Oh Serrgeannnt. The enemy soldiers are all waking up and I need some support."

"Roger Private, on the way." In a few seconds Mary jogged up, her pert breasts jiggling under her camouflaged blouse. Roc took notice of her bouncy baubles and his pants tightened in appreciation. Mary held her laser rifle at a relaxed port arms while she observed their captives. "You know Private; they may not be our enemies. After all, the Rics were controlling them, if only we could communicate with them. Roc thought for a moment and then moved closer to the leader holding his arms extended with his palms up. The alien warrior moved forward and held his arms on the same position. What followed was a rapid series of movements as the two held a conversation! Mary's jaw dropped in amazement.

Roc finally turned around and stood in front of his stunned Sergeant. "You were right Sergeant; they hate the Rics as much as we do. I didn't understand everything he was 'saying', but there is a Ric shuttle just to the north of us waiting for the other Rics to board. There is only one Ric on the shuttle, so I think we could take him. Oh, and we have to do it by ourselves. They don't want to have the Rics take them over again." Mary sat on her heels, trying to assimilate the stunning event that had occurred. I knew that I was having Roc view too many obscure syntho-sleep discs. What a show-off!

The assault on the enemy shuttle had gone well. Roc merely hit the guards and crewmen with light blaster blasts and Mary drilled the Ric with her laser. She had thought about merely stunning the Ric and taking it prisoner, but showing the wisdom of an experienced NCO, decided against it. Imagine if the Ric came to its senses after they had taken off or worse, when they had gone aboard the star ship.

The crew of the shuttle turned out to be another type of alien that the Rics had enslaved. They were too different for Rocs sign language to work, but they were technologically advanced enough to have translation devices. Before you could say "Sergeant York", they had agreed to fly the humans back to their star ship and meet with the Brass. They had found two mark II SS in tattered, bloody uniforms. Mary put them under Roc's temporary command as well as the alien warrior-scouts.

Mary was very pleased at how this operation had worked out. She was sure that there would be commendations and promotions coming for all that they had accomplished. Her dream almost went up in smoke as they were challenged by the escort ships, but with a little fast explaining they had landed on their ship and started debriefing. Mary could not wait until she and Roc got some time together, that boy had a reward coming.

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