Starfleet

Backwater Station

"So, Aphmau right? What'd you do to get stationed on a backwater planet?" Aaron asks, relighting his cigarette and turning to the ships control console, sighing.

"The Duke decided it would be best if I was stationed here, after I disobeyed orders and went to save the Colony on Haven." Aaron gives a half hearted laugh, and sits in the pilot seat.

"So you aren't a goody two shoes after all. I'm impressed." He offers her a cigarette, in which she declines, but pulls up a map on the console.

"I wasn't the only officer stationed here, General Garroth was here only a few weeks ago, I wonder if he's still on the surface?" Aaron watches her with interest, she took up his offer fairly quickly, almost as if she had been waiting for an opportunity to leave.

"General? The only reason a general would be stationed here is if there is something of value." Aaron pulls up a scanner, tapping it with his finger, the ship starts scanning the surface.

"Don't look at me, the Confederacy have told me nothing about other operations here."

"Marshal Lycan, Backwater Station is being overrun by a Harvester horde." The adjutant says, her digital voice echoing throughout the chambers.

Aaron dives his fingers into the console and pulls up security footage of the station.

Harvesters explode out of the ground and attack a battalion of Confederate soldiers, the Harvesters are killed, but the soldiers won't hold forever.

"That's General Garroth's battalion! I thought they had already left orbit!" Aphmau taps onto buttons onto the console, while Aaron looks silently out the window.

Aaron rolls the situation over in his head, quickly, he presses the communication button to contact them.

A blonde haired, ice blue eyed man answers, his head held high and a rifle in his hands.

"General Garroth, I am Marshal Lycan, I see you have yourselves a problem." Aphmau listens, sitting in the co-pilot seat and looking into the screen with Garroth's face.

"Marshal? Well, we could certainly use your help, did the Duke send you?" Aaron smirks, putting his cigarette back into his mouth.

"No, Technically, to the Duke, I've been revoked of my Marshal status, but if you want your boys to live, that shouldn't be a problem."

If someone was looking closely, they would be able to see the gears in Garroth's head move, he goes over his options in his head, and determines that his Loyalty to the Duke wasn't a strong as wanting to live.

"I- Fine. The Duke can have his fit, if you can save my boy's then I don't have a problem, just hurry, we're getting hammered."

Aaron smiles, and nods.

"We're on our way." Aaron turns off the communicator and turns to Aphmau, who had already stood up with her pistol to go.

"Don't run off so quickly." Aaron says with a gleam in his eye, a smirk on his face and a cigarette between his fingers.

"I thought we were going down to help them?" Aphmau replies incredulously, a confused expression hanging on her face.

"We are, but we're about to enter a war zone, and you have a pistol with seven bullets and a silk tank top. Your going to die if you go down there like that." He says bluntly, tapping some buttons on the ships control panel.

"Adjutant. Take us down to Backwater station." The ship beeps and groans and flings itself into the atmosphere of Ryn at blinding speed.

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Aaron smiles and walks slowly up to her, she wouldn't admit this, but Aaron is intimidating to her, intimidating and attractive.

"Hold still." He covers her eyes with a piece of cloth and she feels his hands on her sides.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!" She yells and Aaron covers her mouth with his hands.

"Fixing you." He says bluntly, she feels something being attached to her shoulders and a something light being held up to her chest.

For hours they stay like this, Aphmau struggling at some points, but Aaron carefully does is work, until finally he is finished.

It isn't much, leather based shoulder pads and chest plate, though one on the shoulders had a metal casing, and the top of the chest plate metal too.

"Now your good, let's go save your boyfriend."