Fiction:Tertius Bellum/Struggle of being a Half-Elf

The Struggle of being a Half-Elf centers around the problematic rebellious sergeant and her struggles against the, a vassal of the  in the.

The story starts at the 2nd of February in 2819/21 AQF in a shady and fishy bar on one of the backwater planets in the Zone de libres.

Prologue
02 February 2819/21 AQF, sergeant looked in the glass she was holding in this smoky, shady and fishy bar full of criminals and thugs. After all, she was now one as well as she refuses to acknowledge the rule and supremacy of the . It seemed all a bit flurry to her anyway. The half-elven girl pondered and shrugged her shoulder. She was not sure how many glasses she already mastered, only that she loved this honing rum. A bit tipsy, she poured another glass and with one gulp swallowed it. Burping, she really felt exhausted now.

How did her life turned into this, barely 18 and half drunk in some fishy bar drinking honing rum. Sighting she slammed her glass down and looked at the television screen in the corner. That is right, she thought. It was all the fault of the Empire and their stupid propaganda on the holochannels.

Yvenne knew why she was at the bar, drinking away the dark thoughts and nightmares of past days. She and her squad were tasked with attacking an Imperial supply convoy on a planet nearby, though the Empire was prepared. A single Armored Assault Walker that appeared out of nowhere made short work of the dissidents and two third of her squad died. She still sees the haunting images before her how her fellow soldiers were ripped apart by the walkers turbolasers. And the screams of her dying comrades she would never forget, neither the cruelty of the Imperial troopers as they executed those that were wounded and unable to retreat. Her solution, drinking a bottle of honing rum. It allows her to forget it for a time, the headache the following morning was simply something she could deal with in her already miserable life.

From the corner, a single human mercenary approached her. Though tipsy, Yvenne was not in the mood for flirting men this evening. All she wanted was to master the bottle of honing rum and go to bed. The mercenary took a bar stool next to her and raised his beer as a gesture of friendship. Yvenne rolled her eyes and fixed her attention on the television and the Imperial propaganda again. Suddenly the mercenary leaned closers and his raspy voice said:'' “Hello dear half-elf. You look like a radiant star tonight. Wanna get acquainted?”.'' Yvenne raised an eyebrow and looked at him smirking. What the hell was this stupid annoying mercenary thinking? Did he take her for some sort of harlot? “Get lost” was all Yvenne said. The mercenary grumbled and rose from his chair, obvious insulted that the young girl was not falling for his advances. Instead of leaving he placed his hand on her lower back. Now it was getting fun Yvenne thought. Though tipsy she felt like hurting someone anyway. The mercenary leaned closer and his rasping voice simply whispered in her ear; “Dear half-elf, I am going to enjoy this!”. The mercenary pinched the point of her right ear and massaged it at the same time. Yvenne gasped for air. She never felt this kind of sensation before, her entire body tinkled and felt warm. The mercenary pinched the point of her left ear as well and Yvenne let out a moan of pleasure. Licking her lips with her tongue she was in elation and lost all common sense. The mercenary simply smiled again and placed his warm hand underneath her shirt, on her belly. Though wrong Yvenne couldn’t think anymore and moaned again. “Remove that hand brigand!” a sudden voice roared through the bar. Taken by surprise, he removed his hand and noticed even the music had stopped playing. In front of him stood a large and towering wolf-like creature who looked anything but happy. “''Beg my pardon anthropomorphic, should you not be howling to the moon light or something like that? Leave me be!''” the mercenary snapped, his hands hovering above the two blasters at his leg. The being snorted, captain did not take slights or insults lightly. And calling a non-humanoid an anthropomorphic bordered on racism. Growling and showing his teeth he replied the bounty hunter; “She stands under my care, and she is long past bedtime!”. The bounty hunter laughed, giving the opening the captain desired. Launching forward faster than the mercenary could anticipate, he brought up his fist. Connecting, the captain felt the man jaw breaking. The unfortunate mercenary crashed into a nearby table and did not move anymore. “Please, I make a living here sir!” the human bartender said while other customers present of various species simply looked in shock and fear. Nodding Komakua paid for the table (and extra to keep the bartender from signaling Imperial authorities) and looked at the tipsy girl. She giggled when she caught his sight, struggling to stand on her two legs from a combination of alcohol and exalted state. “Oh my, you look amazing tonight sir!” the girl said with a double and hoarse voice. Shaking his head in disappointed he approached her. The girl wandered toward him and placed her hands on one of the captains massive arms. Shaking his head again he placed a single finger on her fore head and the girl went numb. Catching her before she hit the ground, he swung her over his shoulders and left.