The Transfer Part I
Some parts of this story may contain vulgar language not suitable for some people.
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Jon awoke to the familiar purple lights the Covenant we accustomed to. He frowned, "Why do I have to be here?" he muttered to himself.
He sat up in the bed he was sleeping in to look over his surroundings.
"Blue, Purple and Red, Blue Purple and Red." He said aloud. "That's all these Covies ever see, or use color wise" He continued.
Private Jon was transferred to the Sangheili starship as part of a trust agreement between the Elites and the Humans. Although it seemed like a unique mission, Jon knew this kind of thing happened all the time. The Elites were still a little shaky on having Human allies, and therefore the Humans set up this "Trust Program". It's purpose was to send at least one Human volunteer to an Elite starship, for a predetermined number of days, weeks, or even years. This was suppose to show that the Humans had no fear of leaving some of their kind with a former enemy. Thereby showing trust in the Elites.
Jon got up and walked to the main door to the room. It let out a low beep and opened to reveal a hallway, adorned with numerous pictures of famous Sangheili warriors in battle poses and ship to ship conflicts.
"Oh yea, It'll be fun!" Jon said in a mocking way. "Last time I listen to that freakin' idiot Patrick." Jon moved slowly down the hallway.
The interesting thing was, he didn't see any Elites around. He transferred here on his night shift aboard the UNSC Carrier McClellan. He wasn't wide awake, yet he knew he saw Elites walking some of the hallways around here.
"Another interesting note..."He said to himself, "This ship was way smaller than those I've seen before."
Private Jon Peterson was a ninth generation soldier. His father fought in the war as an ODST, and so Jon pursued that path. Interestingly enough, he pursued this fatal path at the age of seventeen. It seemed the age to join the military had dramatically been reduced, mainly because of the fact that the war almost completely obliterated the military's numbers in troops. The average age to enlist was sixteen. Why? Well, the benefits were good. Any able body citizen was urged to join the UNSCDF. When that campaign to recruit didn't go so well, they added major enlisting benefits.
Pursuit of higher education grants, Housing grants, Special civilian training grants, and grants for anything you could ever imagine. Jon was here mainly because he wanted the collage grant money to pursue a job in robotics.
Jon made his way to the end of the tunnel. The door beeped open, revealing the ship's Bridge. Jon made his way over to the center of the Bridge where the ship master would sit. Yet no one was there.
"Aw C'mon! What the fuck!" He yelled. "Where the hell is everyone? How am I suppose to report to someone, if no one is in the place they should be!"
He turned and walked over to the door. Suddenly the door opened and five female Elites walked towards him.
"Whoops, sorry sir, didn't know you..." Jon trailed off.
He noticed they had the traits of a human woman. The curves, the legs, and the chest. They seemed to be very strong, yet still retained that feminine quality of curves.
Jon didn't know whether to call her ma'am, or sir...
"Did you say something human?" The lead female said.
"Oh uhh...just wanted to uhh...say I was searching for the shipmaster to... report I was awake and here." Jon stuttered.
He wasn't stuttering because they were female, but because he didn't know whether to call her a sir or ma'am. He didn't know much about Elite culture, but he read somewhere that in ancient times, sometimes a woman in charge of a ship or rank was called "sir". He didn't know if calling her sir or ma'am would insult her. So he just stuck with explaining his predicament.
"Oh?" The female said in a gentle voice. "Well I am the ship mistress of this ship. Welcome"
The female held out a hand to shake Jon's. Jon returned the favor and said, "So...I couldn't help but notice...this ship is kind of small...no offense."
Again, he had that feeling that he would insult her. Would calling her ship small cause her to whip out some energy sword, and lop his head off?
"Damn I hate this!" He thought.
The female just laughed, much to his surprise.
"Yes, it is somewhat small, but comfortable. The reason it is small thought, is because this is a support ship. Not intended for combat."
That explained a lot. "But why was he transferred to a support ship as part of the program?" He wondered. "Heh, probably because all the good assigned ships were taken." He thought.
"You are here as part of that trust program the humans have, correct?" Said the female in that gentle voice again.
"Yes. Oh, I was wondering, what would be my duty while I'm here? He asked.
"Oh, that's the thing, we didn't expect a Human. You see, this ship has never had a Human transfer as part of that program of yours." She said.
"Oh..." Jon muttered.
He was at loss. The UNSC transferred him to an Elite ship, over night, when they didn't expect him. And they didn't even have a job for him.
"Freakin' awesome..." He thought. "Well you know, you could just go on patrol, check out the ship and keep everything in line." Said the ship mistress.
"Yes ma'am." Said Jon and saluted her.
The ship mistress nodded as he walked past her and the group and out the door.
"Well she didn't seem to upset over being called ma'am." Jon sighed. "I think I dodged a bullet on that one"
Jon wondered, "Did I ever see a female Elite?"
As he walked he passed artificial sanctuaries, with trees, shrubs and little ponds.
"No, I don't believe I have" He said to himself. Suddenly he felt his face tense up and grow warm. "Whoa!" He said. "What the...am I blushing?! Really! Honestly! Dear GOD!" He shuddered.
He walked over to the miniature pond and took off his helmet. He looked at his reflection and it indeed showed him with a red face. He immediately splashed his face with the water and put his helmet back on.
"Pfft, sure, she has the body of a very...unique female, but she sure as hell didn't appeal to my taste." He said aloud. "Ha! I'd prefer a blonde one myself" He said while walking out of the artificial habitat.
Part II coming soon...