THE COMMANDER
Part One
By Arthur
Authors Note:
This story for me is a first attempt at SiFi so I am hoping your feedback will keep the story line and the characters up to scratch.
Now for all the boring stuff like if you're to young don't get caught reading this as I can't hold your hand when mommy catches you.
The story and characters are all fictional and any relation to living people is unintentional but I won't appologise for it.
This story is the copyright of the author and any attempt to copy for profit will be met with a shit load of lawyers, if you wish to download for your own enjoyment or that of a friends then by all means go ahead.
This story contains vivid descriptions of teen gay sex so if you are embarrassed by it or it is against what you believe in, then what the hell are you doing here?
All comments and constructive criticism will be appreciated, no Flames please, all email will be answered so send your queries to: rochopa@xtra.co.nz.
As the sun set over the esplanade above the now deserted beach the lonely forlorn figure slumped a little further forward as he sat on the park bench, it's faded green paint peeling from countless years of bright sun and strong winds, the steel bolt heads sending small runnels of rust down the weather beaten timbers.
Beside the slumped figure was an old army canvas knap sack, its sides bulging with his few possesions and an old worn and slightly dirty blanket was rolled up beside it, the young mans head was hanging down, his hands loosely drooped in his lap, his whole posture was one of defeat and abject loneliness.
Had he lifted his head you would have been able to make out his features and would have probably thought he was somewhere between 18 and 20 years old, however this was not true for the solitary boy was only seventeen but hunger and the hard life on the street for the past two years had taken their toll on his innosence.
His tousled hair was lank and unkempt, it hung down to partially cover his face, it was cut short around the side and left longer on top, had he combed it out it would have shown a parting down the center, the back of his neck showed a little grime from not being washed for two days and the yellow tee shirt was crumpled and had a few rips and ketchup stains on it, on the front of the shirt was the indistinct picture of some old movie star of the 20th century and the bold word once read "Commando" but the 'O' was now missing due to the tear just where it had been.
The jeans were well worn and hung down low showing a bit of bare skin at the rear between his shirt and the waist band, they were torn across one knee and there were grass stains on the hip and back, his foot wear was no better, the toes scuffed and the laces replaced with pieces of parcel string, no sock's were visible, he just didn't have any to wear and the dirt around his ankles again showed that the last bath was a long way past.
Standing upright he would have been about 5' 7" tall but slim and now a little undernourished, lifting his head his face was made quite remarkable by the eyes that showed above the high almost asian cheek bones, the pupils were a very light shade of brown, so light in fact they were almost fawn in colour, the girls at his last school had called them "Come to bed eyes" not that he cared what they said, he was not interested in them anyway, his skin colour was also unusal in that at times it seemed to glow when the sun shone on him from a certain angle, the lips were full and moist, they covered a set of movie star pearly white even teeth, he had always been proud of them and even in these hard times made sure they were kept clean and white.
The chin was firm and slightly pointed, even at seventeen he still had no beard forming in fact he was almost totally hairless all over excpet for a very small almost invisible bush on his groin, it was a point of laughter with the other boys at school when they had to strip after phys-ed to have a shower.
The boy realised again that his whole life had been one of ridicule and from his mother also verbal abuse due to her domineering and overprotective nature until that fatefull day two years ago when she had returned from work earlier than expected and caught him and his best friend laying on his bed naked except for their briefs, clasped in each others arms kissing and caressing.
His mother had screamed at his friend about being a "Dirty Animal" and "Perverting" her boy, then she had swung full force and slapped his friend over the face before she set about doing the same to him, screeching and scream all the while about his filthy actions.
When the boy had finally been able to get to his feet and pull on his jeans she turned to him and although he was at that time only fifteen years old, told him to take his rubbish and get out of the house never to return and never to contact his younger brother or sister again.
The boy had managed to grab a change of clothes and his small knap sack that had belonged to his now dead father and with his mother still screeching in his ear he had run from the house, his face now red from the slaps and tears falling down his cheeks.
He had spent that first night sleeping under the cover of an overpass, curled up in a small ball as he cried himself to sleep, he knew he couldn't go back to school now and he had no where to stay, no credits for food, no chance of a job at his age, his only companion was misery and hopelessness, how could he survive without the protection of his family, the streets were a hard task master and could swallow up a young boy without chewing first.
Through sheer determination and a lot more guts than he thought he had, he had survived the first weeks on the street and although he went hungry more often than not and his body odour sometimes got the better of him he persisted and eventually found out that older men were happy to pay a few credits for a young boy to keep them company on a casual basis.
In this the year 2025 most of the beaurocracy and government agencies had all but collapsed as far as looking out for the ordinary people and continued only to satisfy their own needs and aspirations for power, most of the law and order on the streets was nonexistant so that for older men picking up young boys had become somewhat normal and if the boy was found beaten or even worse dead, people would shrug their shoulders and say "He probably deserved it"
The young man had survived it all, the physical abuse by older and bigger men, the beatings, the hunger and the loneliness, now however he was at the end of his strength, the job he had at a fast food outlet was gone, his small room in the boarding house was now off bounds to him and everything he had in it except for his small knap sack had been taken by the landlord to be sold to pay the two weeks back rent.
He had on that night been out and after finding he had been dismissed from his job, he had wandered down to the park to find someone and get the few credits needed to bring his rent up to date, he had been lucky finding a man that paid him well for his servicing and as he made his way back through the park with the fourty credits in his pocket to pay his rent, he was jumped by five older boys and after the beating they had taken every credit from him and left him bleeding and sore laying on the grass beside the walkway.
When he came to he slowly and stiffly made his way to the boarding house to explain what had happened but the landlord just glared at him then threw his bag and blanket to him and said he was keeping the rest to pay the back rent then bodily threw the boy out the door and into the street.
The marks of the beating he'd had were still fresh on his face had he looked up you would have seen the deep cut above his right eye, the streak of now dried blood down his temple, his cheek was bruised and scraped, a thin line of blood showed from one nostril and his top lip was cut and swollen, the beating had been vicious and sudden, unseen were the dark bruises on his rid cage and hip where they had used their boots to good effect.
A shuddering and anguished sob came from the downturned head as a tear fell from the tip of his nose and onto the dry and downtrodden grass beneath his feet, the pervasive air of hopelessness was like a blanket over and around him.
"Fuck Cameron, you've fucking had it this time boy" he mumbled to himself, the words were hardly distinguishable through the swollen lips, "you've fucked it up for the last time boy."
A gut wrenching sob forced its way out of his chest as the situation he was in took full hold of his emotions and as the the last two years of desperation and hardship came upon him the tears fell ever faster accompanied by the chest wracking sobs as his body shook with the effort.
To absorbed in his misery to notice, the boy was suddenly startled when a young voice broke through his self pity and heart wrenching sobs.
"What the?"
"I said are you the Commander Sir?"
The battered and beaten boy lifted his head to look up at the owner of the voice and was immediately shocked to see his own pale brown eyes staring unwaveringly back at him, the kid in front of him had also the same weird semi luminous skin that covered his own body.
"What the fuck you talking about kid?"
"Are you the Commander Sir?"
"You gotta screw loose or something kid, do I look like a fucking commander of anything."
"Sir your uniform says that you are the Commander Sir."
"You're fucking nuts kid, go annoy someone else, go on piss off."
"Sir you are the Commander and I can't leave you Sir."
"Look stupid, just what the fuck you want, I aint got nothing so you might as well piss off and look somewhere else for your fucking Commander."
"I'm sorry Sir but you are needed and I've come to escort you to your command."
"You're fucking crazy kid, what the hell could I command."
"Sir your staff and troops are waiting for your orders, please follow me and take charge, we are lost without you Sir."
"Jesus H Christ, didn't you hear me kid, I'M NOT THE FUCKING COMMANDER OF FUCK ALL."
"Sorry Sir but we are waiting for you, please let me escort you to your station Sir."
The boy thought to himself that this could go on all night and get nowhere so raised himself from the bench and shrugging his shoulders looked down at the kid before him, what the hell, might get a meal anyway before they found out their mistake.
"This way Sir you transport is over here."
"How old are you kid?"
"In earth years Sir?"
"Of course in earth fucking years is there any other?"
"Yes Sir many other forms of time keeping Sir, but in earth years I will be two hundred and eighteen at the end of this earth year Sir."
"FUCKING WHAT?"
"I'm very young to be your second officer Sir but in your command we are all young Sir, thats why we were chosen for your special force Sir."
"My special force, listen kid whats going on?"
"Everything you need is in your station Sir they will bring you up to date on everything."
"Where's this transport kid...uhm well..whoever?"
"Jopty Sir my name is Jopty, I'm your second in command Sir my rank is General in earth terms, this way please sir."
"Shit some kid that looks about 15 years old is a fucking general, if you're 218 years old how come I'm a commander and I'm only 17?"
"We will explain everything at the station Besat khamrune."
"Besa what?"
"Besat Khamrune, Sir, Besat is our language for Commander and Khamrune is your Name sir is it not?"
"No uhm....er....General, it's Cameron."
"Yes Sir thats right, Khamrune, it was your fathers name Sir, he was a memeber of the Gandule on Praemedes."
"Wha...What, my fathers name was Bert and this other thing is double bloody dutch to me."
"The Gandule is the grand council as you would say here Sir and Praemedes is our planet Sir and your earth father was not your real father Sir you were sent here to be protected from others that would like to now take over this world and although we are three of your years early to alert you we have no option now as things are moving badly for this world and you are the Commander of this sector so we had to advance the normal time frame to get you ready."
"Just how long have we got to get ready for this ahhhmmmm invasion?"
"The invasion is from within this world Sir and you have only ten Metayan to do it and resolve the possible conflict."
"What's this Meta thing, how long is it?"
"One Metayan is the same as one of your years Sir so you have only ten years to resolve it all, now Sir if you will come over here we can get underway."
The boy, Cameron saw the kid like figure press something on his wrist and a shimmering began just in front of them and then he saw with a startled expression on his face a vehicle like nothing he had ever seen appear from seemingly nowhere, it was about as long as a large limosine but lower and had no wheels, the front was a little pointed, not sharply but with a definate speedy look to it, a soft hum came to him and the side of the vehicle opeened up without any doors or firm edges, the look alike kid smoothly slid in and beackoned him to follow.
'What the hell, nothing else to do' Cameron thought to himself as he tried to slide smoothly as the other guy had done, into the second seat beside his driver, the opening closed without a sound and with a small sinking feeling in his stomach Cameron assumed they were on the move.
"How far is this 'Station' ahhh....General?"
"It is about two Pentyan Sir."
"Pentyan?"
"You call it light years Sir."
"Fucking what?I'm going to be a thousand years old by the time we get there, how long is this going to take..ah General?"
"One Setayan Sir."
"Ok, ok, how long is that in real language?"
"One of your hours Sir."
"Sheeeit, one hour to go two light years, what've you got in this thing, double turbos or something?"
"No Sir this is your personal vehicle Sir, it is fitted with a Plasma Star Drive Sir, only Commanders are allowed to have them Sir."
"So what do you guys get to jump around in, go karts?"
"We use the standard military issue Plasma Drive Sir."
"And how long would it take you to do the two light years in those?"
"Oh they're quite slow Sir, it would take us three Bitayan to get there Sir."
"Ok, alright how long is that?"
"Three of your days Sir."
"Three days to go two light years and they're slow?"
"Compared to yours and the other Commanders Sir, yes very slow."
"So how many of these Plasma Star Drives are there, you know, altogether?"
Two hundred and twenty Sir, one for each Commander and the memebers of the Grandule, no other race has them Sir they are very secret and when you have full control of the station it will be configured to your biophsyc so that no one else can use it, if they try the vehicle will destroy them immediately."
"Hey you do realise that I'm only a kid don't you, I mean all this star shit is way beyond me."
"It's all in your head Sir, everything you need to know was planted when you were issued by your father, we only have to open your biophsyc links and you will understand everything."
"What are these bio thingys?"
"They are all your, I think you call them Brain waves, the normal people of this planet use about 16% of their brain potential, we are able to use 65%, but you as a Commander will have at your disposal about 85% of your brain power to use when your links are opened."
"Shit I couldn't pass an exam in school and you think I'm going to be some sort of genious?"
"While you were earth bound Sir you only needed what they had but now it's time to open your biophsyc so you can run the station."
"How far are we from earth now?"
Cameron watched as the driver flicked a switch and a lot of funny looking heiroglyphs came up in mid air before them.
"About .8 of a light year Sir."
"WHAT, where is earth?"
"Wait please Sir,hmmm yes there we are Sir that star just over there."
Cameron looked at the millions of stars that were now visible in mid air before them to see a small white light being pointed at by the Driver/General, it was no more than a pin prick of light amongst millions of others.
"Fuck we really are in space."
"Of course Sir theres no other way to get to the station."
Cameron lay back into the seat, he was sure he felt it move under him until he was so relaxed by the position that the stunning amount of information he had been given didn't seem so important after all, but he knew underneath that these idiots must have made a big ass mistake about him and when they found out for sure they would ditch him into space for good.
"Sir?"
The young voice startled cameron, he had been dozing in the comfort of the seat without realising it.
"Yeah...ahh, General?"
"I have informed the station of our imminent arrival Sir, they will all be assembled in the main arrival bay fo greet you Sir."
"How long to go?"
"We have no time scale below that of a Setayan Sir, we don't need anything less than that for our work Sir."
"So you dont know how long toill we get there then?"
"Yes Sir it is Imminenet, anything less than a Setayan is to short a time scale to bother with Sir."
"Ahhm... one question ah..General?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Ahhhm..... just how long will I live for if you open this bio thing?"
"Your maximum limit is 25 Yan Sir, you will need to rejuvinate each Yan Sir."
"Ok now english, how long is a Yan?"
"One hundred earth years Sir."
"WHAT THE FUCK.....I'm going to live for two thousand five hundred years?"
"Yes Sir thats standard for all commanders, that is unless they want you at the Grandule after your term as Commander Sir."
"Ok so I get lucky and go to this Granule thing so how long would I have then?"
"Excuse me Sir but it's Grandule, and you would be given the chance to have rejuvination indefinately Sir."
"You mean a real job for life, hahahaha?"
"Yes Sir, the oldest Praedian, er council member Sir is now 97 Yan."
"What happens if they want to quit and call it a day, you know give it all up?"
"Then they wait till the end of that Yan and go to the hall of Bridax where they give up their life force so that a new member of Praemede may be issued from them, that is how you were issued Sir when your father reached one hundred and twenty Yan he went to the hall of Bridax and you were issued from his life force and then sent to the earth planet to grow until you were ready for your biophsyc to be opened at your age on earth of twenty years."
"You mean that I'm my father...well sort of?"
"Not sort of Sir but completely, you have all his memeories and experiences stored inside your head Sir, this is what makes us mentally strong Sir, we have the benefit of all those Yan of memories, here's your Station now Sir, if you will allow me to land Sir then we can go to Stasis and bring your Biophsyc open to you."
"Sure General whatever you say."
To Be Continued:
Authors Note:
Well I hope this gets you going and you will want to return to see what the outcome may be, please let me know what you think so that I can finish it and dump it or continue for your enjoyment, sorry no grunts and hugs yet but they will come when you least expect them.