Starting In Starship Troopers

"Son…you have to take over the company." Bill says

"Your dad is right, dear. You should think carefully about your decision…I suggest you continue your education…become an engineer or a lawyer.." my stepmother says to me.

"Jen, I love you but back off you're not my mother she's dead." I say to her and the woman's eyes start to become wet.

"Don't talk to your mother that way!" My father shouts and slams his decanter of expensive Scotch down on the table.

"I'm leaving tonight for basic, no matter what you say…" I shake my head and walk over to Jen, kiss her cheek and give her a hug. She starts to sob as she does the same.

"I know I'm not her, but you'll always be my son too, Jax." She murmurs against my chest as I break the hug.

"If you walk out that door you're cut off, and I'll write you out of my will!" Bill shouts.

"Love you too Dad." I wave goodbye to the man as I sling my sack of possessions over my shoulder and walk out the door.

Arriving at the airport it takes me a few minutes of driving around to find Mr.Rasczak waiting for me leaning against a minivan.

"Come on son, a friend of mine is waiting to meet you." Mr.Rasczak chuckles softly while waving at me tk follow him, instead of walking to the Civilian terminal we head into the restricted Citizen area the guards in power armor…which looks like a mix between Halo Spartan armor and T-60 power armor, nod to the man and I feel like they're judging me but I keep my shoulders square and my head straight and follow the old man.

We enter an office and a scared woman in the muscle suit/body glove of her power armor, smoking a cigar.

'Wow, she's hot even with that gnarly scar on her face…' I think while looking at the Kate Beckinsale look-alike.

"This him?" Her eyes flick up to Rasczak, then to me, she looks me up and down for a few moments before looking back at her computer terminal.

"So , boy what do you want?" The woman asks me.

"Sir, I want to join the Infantry…I need to, I need to kill bugs." I reply to her, my voice trailing off.

"Go to a recruitment station, this is a place for Marines. We clear the way, the infantry mops up, when they fail we save their asses."

"Then I want in, I want to be on the front lines, the first one in and the last one out." I glare at her and she looks up from whatever she's doing and glares right back at me.

"You're right gimpy, he's got spunk, and less brains than looks foolish, none of that means he's meant to be a marine…"

"Ha, he's got what it takes he's one of the survivors of Destiny, he's already got bug blood on his hands!"

"Haa fine, kid, Give me your name and identification card." The scared woman sighs and I dig my ID out of my pocket and hand it to her.

"Jackson Rico, sir…reporting for duty!" I give her my name and she smirks at me.

"Wrong, your name is now meat, as in dead meat." The woman says as she gives me a piece of paper like a receipt and my ID back.

"Here you go, Meat…I hope you survive basic…" She says to me and a younger woman no less beautiful than her enters the office and looks at me in surprise.

"Ma'am?"

"LT, take this recruit and get him situated…then run him through the course…Meat Grinder program…"

The woman squeaks, "Yes, Ma'am!" The woman shouts and motions for me to follow.

"Well what are you waiting for Meat, get your ass in gear!" The sacred woman grunts.

And I quickly move to follow the young woman.

"I can't believe you were taken in by Saint Selena…as a recruit…" The young woman mutters and she starts to look more and more like Emma Stone when she was a redhead.

"Wha-?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"Well, when I say Saint I'm not talking about a religious Saint…Though some might say otherwise in the Marines a Saint is a soldier that has saved many lives and killed a nest of bugs, basically if you kill a hive and rescue a platoon on your own, you earn the title of Saint."

Three months later I stand in my body glove at attention as the Colonel walks up and down the line of ten recruits that have been selected for The Reaper augmentation program.

She stops in front of me and stares into my eyes, "You ten have proven yourselves to be the best, of the best, of this batch of recruits, the coneheads say they can make you even better…and after what happened to Buenos Aries, I know each and everyone of you are itching to join the fight so I'm going to give each of you a choice go on to be augmented or get your power armor and go fight the bugs?"

"Sir, I'll take every advantage I can get, Sir." I reply to her an am the only one to do so.

"I figured Meat would be the only one with the balls big enough to get turned into an experiment…that's all Marines, you're dismissed go have some fun before you ship out…Dead Meat, with me!"

"Yes Ma'am, Yes Sir!" All ten of us shout, and I follow the Colonel into her private quarters to wait for my transport to the Paranormal Sciences division, my eyes glued to her shapely ass the whole way.

Once inside she looks over her right shoulder at me, as she starts sliding the zipper of her body glove downwards, revealing ivory skin of her shoulders, her skin is latticed with scars.

The suit reaches her hips, "You just gonna stand there and stare at me all day, Corporal, with your hard dick in your pants, or are you going to join me?!" Her voice for the first time since I met her isn't filled with that commanding presence…right now she wasn't my commanding officer, just a beautiful woman…that for some reason wanted me…damaged goods.

I remove my body glove faster than any time before causing the woman to chuckle as I rest my hands on her hips and push her body glove down the rest of the way coming to my knees eyes level with her perfect lily white toned round ass.

A tattoo of an angle with a Ka-Bar knife superimposed behind it, says "I am Valkyrie."

"This is the first time I've wanted to kiss anyone's ass." I joke and kiss her tattoo, while sliding my hands to her front traveling downwards my fingers tickled by her thin well manicured thin patch of hair, between her thighs.

"No time for foreplay Corporal, twenty minutes till you're transport's here…" the Colonel breathes out a sigh, as I stand up and press my hard cock against her ass.

"Put your hands against the wall, bend over and spread them…" my voice comes out commanding…and I don't use ang honorifics…the Colonel's body trembles with desire.

"Yes Sir." The Colonel's voice comes out breathless, I rub the crown of my clock against her grooling tight slit, and slam in without warning as my hands slide up along her body running over old scars, and her washboard abs coming to her handful perky breasts.

"'Fuck me Sir, fuck me good and hard!" The Colonel begs and I give the beautiful woman exactly what she wants.

Ten minutes later I find myself on my back on her cot as she slowly rocks her hips back and forth her soft silken walls massaging my cock, as her abs flex rapidly.

My hands cupping her breasts as we both experience a soft long drawn out orgasm, the Colonel lays down against my chest.

I start to open my mouth to ask her why me, but shut it not wanting to ruin things.

"Couldn't send you off to battle or the lab a virgin…" she murmurs against my chest as she traces her fingertips along my chest.

'He-hem…at least I lost my V-card to a sexy woman…'

"Thanks…do I still have to call you Sir, or Ma'am in private…?"

"Becky…but only in private Corporal Rico, Go wash up your transport will be here any moment."

…Five minutes later I step onto a boat in my full power armor, and notice Carmen is the pilot, beside her is that guy from the movie that she broke up with Johnny for. 'I would have thought she'd been in space by now piloting a battlecruiser.'

A few hours later we boarded a battlecruiser and I was escorted to a section of the ship only coneheads have access to.

"Dead Meat…that's funny." A nerdy guy that reminds me of Fargo from Eureka chuckles as he pats my chest plate.

"Get out of this scrap metal, you'll get a better set…if you survive augmentation…we have a year before we reach Klendathu." he continues and I set my stuff down against the bulkhead of the ship and take off my body glove.

A woman that looks like Alison Blake from Eureka makes a sound of appreciation in her throat as she eyes me like a piece of meat.

"You're lucky you're under twenty five…if you were any older you wouldn't be a viable candidate." she says as she clicks a button on her tablet, "Come with me…let's begin phase one of the procedure…as a doctor I must warn you the mortality rate for this augmentation process is 79%, 11% is debilitating deformities…the other ten percent is the success rate…if you wish to back out of the Reaper Program this is your one and only chance."

"Whatever I say while in pain Doc, don't stop the procedure…" I say to her and she nods as she turns and walks towards a closed off classroom, that has a dentist chair like bed in the middle, and an IV machine with dozens of concerning looking chemicals.

Laying down on the chair, the doctor cleans my arm off with an alcohol pad, and inserts the needle, before covering my modesty with a sheet.

"For what it's worth I think you're a very brave young man…and I hope you survive." She says in a clinical voice while giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks Doc, if I do, how about you take me out for a drink?" I ask her while smirking at the dark skinned beauty.

"If you make it through the whole thing whole," she leans in and presses her lips against my ear, "I'll rock your world…Becky says you're good…but I like to try not not just…read reviews." the doc pulls back and smirks at me as the sheet rises.

The doc exits the glass enclosed room with a sexy sway to her hips, white lab coat billowing behind her.

The door shuts and all sound…even my breathing seems to disappear from the room before the small sound of the IV machine sounds, and my veins feel like they're on fire, as needles descend from the ceiling tips glowing red hot while aimed at my muscle groups.

I black out and then snap back to reality in the mall.

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I black out and then snap back to reality in the mall. 

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"He seems to be experiencing a psychotic episode, should we stop the procedure Doctor Blake?" 

"No Fargo, he himself said no matter what, don't stop no matter what he says." 

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…Three months of literal hell go bye agonizingly slowly…everyday is a new experience in pain and suffering, I haven't been able to leave the glass room as my immune system is still coming back. 

My food is paste and fluids that can be swallowed, which is nice because I shattered my own jaw while spasming in pain. 

I get messages from Diz, Johnny, Carl and Carmen on the regular…Becky even sends me nudes every so often…damn does she look gorgeous…though her abdomen seems to be getting softer…

We're set to meet up at Fleet Battlestation Ticonderoga in nine months…that is if I manage to survive whatever hell they put me through from now until then. 

One noticeable change in me since the start of this experiment is that my height has gone from 6' 3" to 7' 2" and I weigh enough with a cut and trim figure to make my bed chair groan in protest. 

I can react a lot faster to things…and my senses are more acute…to the point that I almost feel like I can sense danger, I haven't been able to lift weights…but I feel like I can bench press an adult elephant. 

…

Today I just finished physicals my lifting strength outside of armor is ten tons, my skin only welts from high-powered rifle fire, I can run 60 mph in a sprint, and sustain a jog at 30mph, my stamina so far isn't limitless but as long as I get some rest every three days or so I haven't felt a case of serious exhaustion unless Fargo and Vanessa feel especially cruel, my healing abilities are about thirty times faster than an unaugmented person in their prime, the HUD overlaying my vision is something I'm still getting used to and I only need to eat and or drink water every seven days. 

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"How is our super soldier Doctor?" the blonde woman asks her hair up in a tight bun as arches an eyebrow of the peak male specimen showering in front of them. 

"He is exquisite…though…I'm sure you can see that for yourself, you're drooling all over my floor…while staring at him…after all Captain Deladier…" Doctor Vanessa scoffs at the woman who tries to come off as a hard-ass. 

"He-hem, have him report to the bridge…in 30 we'll be docking at Battlestation Ticonderoga in 60…and from what I understand he is rather close to my favorite pilot." The Captain clears her throat, gives her command and turns on her heel. 

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I can't help but smirk as Carmen keeps shooting me furtive glances, while the captain snickers, and the guy who cucked my brother looks constipated, while I watch her in my armor towering over everyone on the bridge. 

"Reaper 117, codename Dead Meat…Real Name Jackson Rico remove your helmet and introduce yourself to Lieutenant Ibanez." 

Carmen gasps as the Captain calls out to me and I laugh as I my VI release the atmo seals on my armor and I lift it off of my head and tuck it underneath my arm. 

"...Jax…oh my god JAX!" Carmen shouts and throws herself at me though her arms and legs can't wrap all the way around me. She puts up a valiant effort while I cup her ass, feeling the soft flesh of her ass through the synth skin of my body glove. 

"Hey beautiful lady, I hear you'll be Captaining your own battlecruiser in no time." I kid. 

"She will be as long as she doesn't let young studs distract her." The Captain says after clearing her throat.

"S-sorry Captain!" Carmen quickly lets go of me and salutes her commanding officer.

"At ease Carmen...after what your friend has gone through he could use a longer hug, you two are dismissed." The Captain says with a smile on his face and a hint of insinuation in her voice as she waves for us to leave the deck.

"Ca-captain!" Carmen squeaks and blushes but I pick her up and tuck her under my arm and carry her off the bridge...much to her protests.

"So…what did they do to you? Your messages said that you were in a top secret program…" Carmen asks me as we sit in the mess hall nursing a beer.

"Ehh, I was pretty much pumped full of chemicals, cut apart and put back together again…after basic and advanced marine training." I shrug my reply to her as she stares up at me in concern, her eyes watery.

"So how about you and the douchebag back there…? Xander I think his name was…" I ask her though I couldn't sound less interested if I actually tried.

"Haa, he took no for an answer…you know I really loved Johnny…I just felt…feel like breaking up with him was the best decision for both of us…what about you, any one special in your life yet…or are you still pining over Diz?" Carmen explosively sighs and then tries to explain herself to me like she's done in all her messages since her and Johnny's very nonmutual break up.

Now it was my turn to sigh, "I've made a few connections…but I've been shipped off before anything really comes of it…I'll probably always have a crush on Diz…though nothing will come of it, especially now that you and Johnny aren't together…"

There's a pregnant…charged pause in the air between us.

"...So…does that armor come off…?" Carmen asks me as she looks towards the door.

"As long as you're willing to help…" I suggest with a raised eyebrow and Carmen gives me those fuck me eyes.

"Would you like a tour of my…private Quarters…?" Carmen asks me with partially lidded eyes.

"Definitely…though don't try pullin rank on me LT…I'm a Master Chief…" I tease and Carmen grows a bit rosey as we both stand up from the table and she leads the way to her quarters.