The First Flame part 1

Vrox pushed the tablet aside, vibrating with rage.

The Princess took her reign of terror off Ezron and into the stars. Ran had caused plenty of chaos in The Ruins, but nothing like this.

The Fates blessed him with five wonderful daughters, but Ran was the one that always threated to throw him into an early grave. Whenever she got curious about something, she would lift mountains for answers.

Ironically, Ran was the smallest out of her sisters. She had her mother’s beautiful brown eyes and hair. When her lips were sealed, she looked like an angel. But when she opened them, it was like the gates of Hell swung open.

Ran was so competitive in nature that she challenged even the sun in its shine. He couldn’t lose his daughter. He needed her by his side.

“Get me Nebula,” he told Terra. “Get her in here now.”

Terra scrambled out of the room. The other daughters looked at him nervously, while Kira tried to rub the tension off his shoulders.

“You called?” Nebula asked, eyeing the quiet room.

“Ran left.”

Nebula sighed. “Did she run off to Drukai again? Don’t worry. The guys will find her by the end of the month.”

“No. She left Ezron.”

Nebula blinked. “Ezron? The planet?! How… oh my… she took the spaceship? That crazy little spitfire.”

“I am sending an army after her.”

Nebula laughed nervously. “Um… that might be a little difficult, buddy.”

“Why is that?” Vrox gritted.

“Well… she’s headed straight for the wormhole. By the time you get your hands on another spaceship, she’ll be long gone.”

Vrox breathed so heavily that it was a surprise he didn’t roar fire. He gripped the tablet with dangerous strength and started a connection with General Kirokis.

Ezron made contact with The Federation eighteen years ago. Both planets were searching for answers for The Vanishing. They got none, but established a treaty that allowed the trade of goods. They met on Yelzon, a nearby planet, every five years to complete trades.

Kirokis appeared on the screen.

“Commander Ezron, High Mother,” he greeted. “You contact me at an unusual time.”

“Hello General Kirokis,” Kira greeted, always the diplomat. “It is midnight for you now, right?”

Vrox, having no interest in pleasantries, interjected. “My second oldest daughter has departed for The Federation. You must send her back immediately.”

Kirokis examined the room. His old, alien features contorted to form surprise. “Commander, if the Princess crossed the wormhole, I cannot guarantee that I can get her back…”

Vrox slammed his hands on the concrete wall. “I do not care if you have to split a moon in half to return my daughter to my side.”

“Relax,” Kira whispered. She knew better than anyone that Vrox wouldn’t shy away from war. War between them would be disastrous and mindless. The Vanishing had taken enough from them already.

Kirokis pursed his lips and examined the father closely. “I will send a fleet to meet the Princess at the portal entrance. They will send her back.”

“Get this done, Kirokis. Peace between our races depends on my daughter’s safety.”

Vrox disconnected the call, ignoring Kira’s disapproving glare.

There was no way they could put the other spaceship in the air by the end of the day. Ran would be out of their grasp and in the arms of danger long before then.

They had to get Ran back. They had to.

– • –

One Planetary cycle and nine months later

“Lieutenant, you have been summoned by the General.”

Ran tossed down her tablet and reached for her neck brace. Instantly, her armor stretched across her body, covering her limbs and printing a sword at her hip. The technology was pretty handy.

If only it would do something about this mane of hair and stop suffocating my boobs.

She gripped her long, brown locks and stuffed them into a ponytail. The generator had been designed for men, so no one thought to code hair control into it.

She walked out of her cabin, her armor clanking against the floor of the spaceship with every step. Men stood to attention when she crossed them, stomping their right foot out of respect for their Lieutenant.

She went to the flight deck and greeted the man on the screen by stacking her forearms and stomping her foot. “General Kirokis?”

“Greetings, Lieutenant Ran. How are you accommodating to your position?”

“Well, sir.”

He asked the same question two weeks ago, and she gave the same answer.

“Lieutenant, a warrior has requested a duel.”

Another one?

She graduated from the academy two months ago and had been serving as a Lieutenant for one. In that little time, three soldiers challenged her for her position. All failed.

“Lieutenant?”

She stood straighter, her face remaining stoic. “Understood, General. I accept the challenge.”

“Good. I will summon you when I have further details.”

She stomped her foot. “Long live the Federation.”

“Long live the Federation,” the General repeated before signing off.

“Is there anything you need?“ She asked the flight Captain.

“No, Lieutenant. I have uploaded today’s logs to your personal tablet.”

She nodded and walked back to her cabin.

“Another duel?”

She nearly groaned. She had a meeting with the other six Lieutenants. Usually, they communicated over comms, but they couldn’t risk the transmission being hacked, so the meeting had to happen in person.

“You’re early, Siox. The meeting does not start for another two hours.”

Lieutenant Siox was leaning against her spaceship's wall, contaminating it with his presence. He wore civilian clothing, as if he was confident that he didn’t need his armor.

He was mocking her as usual.

“Did you accept the duel?”

That’s none of your business.

She nodded.

“The duels just keep piling on,” he said, licking his lips. He was a powerful, relatively handsome male. If his heart weren’t darker than the nearest black hole, perhaps Ran would have found him attractive.

“You know, Ran, it is only a matter of time before…”

“Lieutenant Siox, please use my title when addressing me,” she interjected.

His eye twitched. The academy taught all soldiers about emotion-repression, but Siox must have skipped those lessons. He was very easy to read, because he only owned one emotion– anger, and he wore it more often than his armor.

“What do you think would happen if I dueled you, Lieutenant Ran? I would win and take it all from you. But I am a generous male, so if you bed me, I would leave you alone. Just give in–”

Poof.

“Lieutenant Siox! Oh, sir, you have my apologies!”

Ran examined her savior. He was one of the janitors, low in rank. At his feet was a tipped over dustpan.

“Incompetent just like your Lieutenant,” Siox snarled as he brushed the dust off his pants.

Ran turned sharply, letting her blade cut Siox’s leg. “Oops. Sorry, Lieutenant Siox. I’m just so incompetent.”

She sent the janitor a subtle nod and left a blustering Siox behind.

She kept her head high until she reached her cabin, where she allowed herself to sink into her bed and grip her hair.

Siox was a serious problem. He was the General’s son, so trying to remove him from his position would cause a huge rift in The Federation. Ran wasn’t particularly liked, so they would probably push her reports aside.

After The Vanishing wiped their females, leaving all four planets barren, The Federation desperately sought a way to escape extinction. They figured out how to create babies in laboratories, but they could only create boys. Although Ran traveled across the stars to serve these four planets and learn more about their ways, The Federation was ungrateful. They were convinced that they didn’t need women since they had their technology, laboratories, and sex toys.

If only Siox would shove a dildo so far up his–

Her tablet projected an image of her mother.

She touched her neck brace to recede her armor and sat on the bed.

“Hey, mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart. How are you?”

“Its been rough.”

Her mother shook her head. “Ran, just come home. Those people do not deserve you. You have done enough to bring them to their feet.”

She sighed. “I can’t give up. That would give them satisfaction.”

“There’s that fiery look in your eyes. I wish you hadn’t inherited your father’s stubbornness.”

“Actually, she got that from you.” Her father appeared and kissed her mother’s temple.

“Get off me, Vrox!”

Vrox chuckled. “Hello Ran.”

“Hi daddy.”

“Come home, yes? I miss you. Your sisters and uncles miss you too.” He grunted when someone jumped at his back. “Terra, how many times must I tell you to not jump around? You will get injured one day. Fathers, Mothers and Fates, you girls do not listen. Just like your mother. You are never still. Always have to be bouncing off the walls. One day–”

“I love you guys!” Ran said before disconnecting the call. Once her father started rambling about safety, not even a Vanishing would shut him up.

She missed her family, but it wasn’t time to go home yet. Something told her that her adventure just began.

– • –

Ran stared down her opponent. He had the same stature, blue skin, six-fingered hands, and bald head as the other men in his species. His gaze was blue like the rest of him, and if he had a protruding nose, his nostrils would probably be flared.

He was enormous, but her father taught her long ago that size did not equate dominance.

“Begin.”

He charged at her, all greed and ego.

Ran spread her stance, ready to take him. The sand was stiff under her feet, her white shorts and breast-wrap tight around her body. She held no weapon, but her gaze was sharp enough to cut glass.

THUD.

The sound was so loud that her teeth clattered. Everyone– including her opponent, stopped and turned to face the interrupter. At his feet were two automatic metal doors. They were built to contain explosions and blaster rays, but they laid like splintered wood on the ground.

She followed the strong, bare, dark legs, watching them become thighs, watching a thick rope of cock enter her exploration and lasso around her attention.

At that point, she stopped breathing.

She blinked, realizing that she had been staring. She followed his massive chest and eventually found his eyes.

Ezronian.

She knew he was an Ezronian even before she reached his crimson red eyes. Ezronians were the only warriors in the universe with scales and a lack of modesty.

“Princess Ran Ezron,” he began, lips the same color as the tip of his cock. “You have been summoned by your father and commander.”

His voice was rumbling and monotone– peaceful, but threatening. He was young, and looked awfully familiar. Why couldn’t she put a name to his face?

“Lieutenant Ran, we have a fight to finish.”

She turned to face her opponent. He had challenged her for her position as Lieutenant. To keep it, she had to defeat him.

“Right,” she said, shaking her head and pushing the stranger to the back of her mind. She would figure out what the hell he was doing here right after she finished the fight.

They circled each other for three seconds before lunging again. Ran was about to kick a leg out when a bicep found her waist and ripped her off the ground. Her captor used his free arm to punch her opponent into the nearest metal wall.

Cries of anger rose around them. The onlookers came here to see blood and were upset that their sadism went unsatisfied.

Ran joined them.

“What in the mothers do you think you’re doing?!” She grabbed his forearm and tried to rip it off her.

“He was a threat.”

She tipped her head back, allowing it to rest on his chest, so she could glare at him. “He’s my opponent. I am Lieutenant Ran. Release me before I decide to use force against you.”

His irises were as red as the fury inside her, but his expression looked bored.

“As far as I am concerned, you are not Lieutenant Ran. You are Princess Ran, and your father has entrusted me with your safety.”

She had so many questions. How did this Ezronian reach her? The wormhole wouldn’t open for another month. Reaching The Federation should be impossible without crossing the wormhole.

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” she replied, before throwing her elbow back and catching him at the jaw.

His grip loosened, and she took that opening to duck. She slid down his body, her mouth skimming over something hot, thick, and promising.

Oh my…

It was then that Ran released a sound so one in The Federation heard before. The mighty Lieutenant yelled, “eek!”

She swung a leg out, determined to make him fall, but he jumped up right on time to evade the attack. The motion made his cock slap her cheek.

She released another embarrassing screech.

The Ezronian gripped her arm and pulled her up. Ran was now chest-to-chest with him. Just as she was about to retaliate, she felt a tug on her back.

“What did you just do?!” she demanded.

She knew exactly what he did, though. He snapped her chest binding, so if she separated their chest, her breasts would be exposed.

“Forgive me, Princess. I had to disable you and did not want to fight you.”

Movement came from the entrance. General Kirokis appeared, looking displeased.

“I see that you Ezronians are all equally wild. Please refrain from damaging my spaceship.”

“You will be compensated for the damage. I have found what I was looking for, so I will make my way to Ezron now.”

There was no way in Earth, Ezron, Tulis, The Federation, or The Vanishing, that Ran would sit idly while some big-dicked, handsy, asshole would rip her off her space fleet.

She was the Lieutenant here– an adult woman in power. She would return home when she wrapped her business up. It took her nearly two years to get to where she was now. She overcame self-doubt, sexist bastards, and guilt to become a Lieutenant. She sweated and bled through The Academy and won challenges.

Her fire roared. It was time to burn.