Gabatrix: the Batrice Crisis
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Chapter 5: Preparation Part 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Preparation Part 1 - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Furry Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size
It had been the following morning. Deep inside the Trappist system resides the planet Batrice. Additional warships could be seen in orbit, while Fort Batrice consumes much of the view.
As we proceed further through the interior of the great space station, we are met with the even more wondrous Drum City of New Sydney. Guards and military police patrol the streets as civilians continue on with their day-to-day lives. However, as one continues to move through the large sets of buildings, a set of screams can be heard.
From one of the apartment complexes, a couple is being arrested. The black and red-dressed police officer is holding his carbine rifle, while the other guard is in the process of placing handcuffs behind the woman’s back. Her resistance became apparent as she tried to wiggle her way through.
“Stop resisting!” the military police said.
“Why are you arresting us?” the man yelled back.
“Promoting slander and insurrection to Batrice,” the police officer replied.
“We didn’t do anything wrong!” the woman yelled as she began to kick the military police. The police officer backhanded her to get her to stop. The pain from the strike was enough to cause her to slow down her resistance.
“Stop! We have your chat feeds on file. You carry hate speech towards Batrice. Both of you will be brought in for processing.”
“No! I didn’t do anything wrong! That isn’t a crime.”
“It is now. Let’s go!”
The military police weren’t going to tolerate any further resistance. The couple, both handcuffed, were ferried away as we continued to advance through the streets. The flags of Batrice continue to wave in their newfound glory. News media are being broadcast everywhere.
Eventually, a school comes into view. As we venture into it, we are met with a classroom. Class is currently in session. A schoolteacher, dressed in her yellow and black civilian dress attire, could be seen pointing to different definitions placed on her board. The young schoolchildren, being little more than an elementary class, wore similar attire, with the boys wearing pants and a shirt, while the girls wore a dress similar to that of the schoolteachers. The uniformity was apparent.
Meanwhile, outside the classroom were Fleet Admiral Baxton and Commander Sreyleak. They watched the class in session behind the see-through glass, designed to minimize disturbances from the outside environment. Baxton and Sreyleak remained in their respective uniform, with Baxton’s swagger stick tucked beneath his armpit.
“Alright, everyone,” the teacher happily addressed the classroom. “Today, we’ll resume English studies. Aren’t we excited?...”
“Yes, Mrs. Chea,” many of the kids replied in unison. There was a slight level of excitement in their tone.
“Alright, let’s begin. What do we know about the word ‘value?’”
“I know Mrs. Chea,” a girl happily raised her hand. “It means money ... ummm ... number of money.”
“Close, Jessica, but that’s the verb. We need to know the noun of ‘value.’” The teacher tapped her board, revealing it to be a large digital display touchscreen. “The definition of value is the regard for something we hold in worth. It is something we hold as important to us. For example, ‘I hold Batrice in great value.’ Repeat after me. ‘I hold Batrice in great value.’”
“I hold Batrice in great value...,” the class repeated.
“Good, very good...”
Baxton looked over to Sreyleak. “What is the current progress in apprehending dissenters?” the man asked her.
“We’ve made over 172 arrests so far,” Sreyleak replied. “Many are being shipped to planet Batrice as we speak.”
“Good. However, I may request to the Prime Minister that some of them be kept here. We may still have some use for them. Has there been any further word from the rebels on Batrice?”
“None, Fleet Admiral. Batrice Marines report that a large group of dissenters disappeared in the Pho Son Tra region.”
“Hmmm ... They can’t just fall silent, Commander. They’re there, waiting to strike the heart of Batrice. The Prime Minister might not see them as a threat, not until they have their hands around his throat. The Pho Son Tra mountains may be the largest mountain region in Batrice. They may hide for days, but there’s nothing there to sustain them. Eventually, they’ll have no choice but to strike recklessly. When we return to ops, ready twenty more surveillance probes. We’ll need to launch more over the region...”
“Understood, Fleet Admiral.”
The teacher continued, oblivious to the officer’s standing behind the wall.
“Now, our next word we’re going to review is the word ‘deference,’” the teacher explained to her class. “Can I have a volunteer to read the definition for me?” She saw a boy raise his hand. “Yes, Kurian, go ahead...”
“The word for defe ... rence means,” the boy tried to read what was on the board. “It means to happily submit to another...”
“Good job,” the teacher continued. “Now, can you give me an example of the word in a sentence?”
“Ummm ... ahhh ... hmmm...”
“It’s ok, Kurian,” she turned to look at a girl. “Mai, can you give me the word in a sentence?”
“Ummm,” the little girl replied. “I have deference with ... with ... Chanvatey...”
“Very good, Mai.”
Baxton looked over to Sreyleak and nodded to her. He gestured for the commander to follow him as he walked over to the door leading to the classroom. Suddenly, the door slid open as he walked inside.
Immediately, the classroom fell into an eerie cold. The teacher seemed nervous, knowing immediately that it was Baxton. The students all turned their heads to look at the well-dressed officer while the man kept his swagger stick close to him. The commander was less well known, but only added to the teacher’s apprehension.
“Fleet Admiral, ehm...,” the teacher continued. “Everyone, we have a great surprise in our classroom. Fleet Admiral Baxton blesses us with his arrival. Everyone, say hello to Baxton.”
“Hello, Baxton,” the kids replied with a hint of happiness in their faces.
Baxton remained quiet as Sreyleak stood to the side of the class. Meanwhile, Baxton’s boots would squeak a little bit against the floor. The Fleet Admiral walked almost with sheer precision before turning to face the children in front of him. Finally, he broke the silence.
“I see the future of Batrice in all of you,” Baxton said to the kids. “Such bright individuals we all have here...,” he turned his head and looked down at the teacher. “And a great instructor as well. I believe the name is Mrs. Niron, isn’t it?”
“Yes..., Mr. Baxton,” the teacher replied.
“I’m sure that Mrs. Niron doesn’t mind if I participate in a little bit of the instruction as well,” the fleet admiral explained, briefly looking at the board. “You have such a wonderful variety of words to learn today. It perfectly relates to the revolution that all of you will remember for the rest of your lives. Tell me, Kurian,” Baxton greeted the child. “Do you hold deference towards Batrice?”
The boy happily nodded his head. “I do, Mr. Baxton. I really do.”
“Why do you hold such admiration for Batrice?”
The boy seemed to momentarily pause. “ ... Because it’s my home.”
“True, but it’s more than that. Why does this class hold value to Batrice?” He lightly paced the room. “Can any of you explain that?”
“Because,” another boy responded lightly, holding his hand up. “I feel safe with mommy and daddy...”
“A good answer,” Baxton pulled his swagger stick and lightly tapped his hand with it. “Batrice is about making you safe from the dangers around you. A strong foundation is a firm house. It is Samantha Batrice, your founder’s greatest wish that all of you feel safe...”
A random kid raised his hand before the teacher called out his name.
“Jeffery,” Niron called out the boy’s name. “You have a question?”
“Yes, I do, Mrs. Niron,” the boy said, pointing at what the fleet admiral was holding. “What is that?”
“This?” Baxton asked, seeing the boy nod. “This is my swagger stick. It marks me as the Fleet Admiral and operational leader of this space station.”
“What is it used for? Do you ... whip others with it?”
“No. It’s simply a display of power. With it, it drives fear into our enemies, much like this space station. Fort Batrice is the swagger stick to planet Batrice itself.” Baxton looked at the next definition that was on the board. “Tell me,” Baxton pointed at the next word. “Can this classroom say what the next word is?”
The man’s tone began to grow more severe as he spoke his words. It grew even more as he continued.
“Ven ... Vener ... ration,” Kurian said.
“Veneration,” Baxton answered. “To hold great respect ... Kurian, do you hold veneration in the Khmer Alliance?”
“Yes, Mr. Baxton.”
“Mai,” Baxton pointed his stick at her. “What about you?”
“I have veneration for the Khmer,” the little girl replied.
“Commander Sreyleak, what about you?” he pointed his stick at his XO.
“With all my heart, Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak replied with a hint of pride.
“What about you, Mrs. Niron?” Baxton turned to her, stuffing his swagger stick back underneath his armpit.
“I hold love and honor for my country, Fleet Admiral,” the teacher replied.
Baxton turned to look at the class. “That is good to hear,” the man continued. “For the love of the Khmer Rouge and the Khmer Alliance holds true. With it, we are safe from the foreign invaders who only wish to bring harm to us. Can the class answer what those enemies are?”
“Itreans!” Kurian answered.
“Yes, but there’s more ... can anybody answer that question?”
There was silence in the classroom. Baxton began to lightly pace in front of the students.
“Don’t worry,” Baxton answered. “I know that answer is not one you can answer so easily, especially from young, growing minds. Dissenters are what we must worry about as well...”
“Mr. Baxton,” Mai asked. “What are dissenters?”
The fleet admiral gave an almost brief, insidious smile as the teacher seemed too frozen to answer.
“Dissenters,” Baxton answered with almost a hint of innocence. “Are those who pretend to be your friend. They are those who speak out against Batrice and its new direction, the direction we chose when we left the UWA. Does ... anybody know of those who disagree with Batrice?”
“Mr. Baxton,” Mrs Niron almost pleaded with him. “Maybe this isn’t a good time to...”
Stomp! Commander Sreyleak raised and hit her boot to the floor loud enough to echo in the room. It was a firm gesture for the teacher to remain silent or face possible consequences. The teacher’s fear level was apparent, but the kids didn’t seem receptive enough to notice it.
“Does ... anybody know those that don’t hold deference to the Prime Minister?” Baxton asked, walking down the aisle and looking at the students’ faces more closely. “I’m talking about those that raised you ... your neighbor, perhaps a random stranger. Perhaps they don’t hold value for the Khmer Rouge or the Khmer Alliance...”
Baxton stopped and looked at Jessica’s face. The little girl showed a hint of disdain and confusion, while the other students didn’t seem to hold a correct answer. The fleet admiral leaned down on his knee and peered closer to her.
“Jessica,” Baxton addressed her. “You know somebody, don’t you? As I said, no harm will come to you. If anything, you’re only bringing a service to Batrice. You don’t want any harm to be brought to Fort Batrice or Batrice itself, don’t you? Somebody disagrees with the revolution ... they disagree with the Khmer Alliance. Tell me who it is, Jessica...”
The teacher looked at Commander Sreyleak with ever-growing fear. The XO only gave a mean look to her, which finally caused the teacher to lower her head in submission.
“My ... mom and dad,” Jessica confessed. “I hear them ... I hear them at home. They ... they disagree ... they seem scared with everything going on. My mom ... thinks that not all Itreans are bad people ... they write messages wishing that we didn’t...”
“Shhhh...,” Baxton gently hushed her. “It’s alright.”
“Mr. Baxton ... mommy and daddy aren’t bad people ... they aren’t...”
“It’s ok,” Baxton gave a hint of a smile to her. “It took bravery for you to admit that,” Baxton said, standing up and looking at the classroom. “Mrs Niron, you have the most courageous students of them all ... fine citizens that will outdo many in the impending future. Jessica,” he turned to look down at her. “What you described is a perfect example of dissenters. Your parents pretend that they care, but in the end, they don’t. It becomes difficult. The outside UWA teaches the wrong history. We teach the correct history. Without the Khmer Alliance, we would not exist. Without their strength and sacrifices, Batrice would be no more. The UWA are not our friends, just like the Itreans. They’re dangerous ... and nothing more ... Jessica, you are a hero to Batrice for telling the truth. Your reward for such service will be well noted ... Commander Sreyleak, let us depart...”
“Aye, Fleet Admiral,” the XO replied.
“Mrs. Niron, continue with your instruction.”
The teacher swallowed hard. “Yes, Mr Baxton. Everybody bid farewell to Mr. Baxton.”
“Bye, Mr. Baxton,” the classroom said with a hint of less enthusiasm.
With that, the fleet admiral gave a solemn nod as he and the XO departed the room. Jessica still seemed confused to say anything more, almost as if the cold hand of death was ready to grasp her tiny throat.
Outside the classroom, after the door slid closed, Sreyleak tapped the panel of the outside wall to close the open porthole see-through pane window. Baxton lifted his swagger stick and began to tap his hand as he continued to move forward. The XO walked beside the man as they made their slow way through the hallway leading out of the school. A pair of guards was ready to walk in as an escort for the fleet admiral.
“Commander,” Baxton addressed her. “Look up Jessica, ID dash number 231C. Have her mother and father arrested for sedition. If Jessica doesn’t have any other close of kin to raise her, have her moved to Foster Care Unit 2...”
“ ... Understood, sir,” Sreyleak said. Baxton noticed her hesitation.
“You follow my orders so well. Do I hear a sense of doubt in your voice?”
“My only question, sir,” the XO replied. “Will this only cause psychological harm to the child? Having her parents taken away from her...”
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