The Barracuda roared down the highway, as Nameless watched the ships climb into orbit. Barely a year ago, he had sat with Julia outside the nomad camp, and watched the ships climb out of Mars’ orbit with envy. Now, he watched war ships, manned by crew and soldiers he commanded, climb skywards to their next destination, from a planet millions of light years from Mars.

“Everyone is itching to get into orbit, what happened?” Rachel murmured.

“Something really fucking bad,” Nameless sighed.

Rachel glanced over, her eyes narrowed, and brow furrowed with worry.

“She’s okay,” Nameless said firmly.

“I fucking know she’s okay, Spider said he’d brief us.”

“So whatcha worried about?”

Rachel was silent for a moment. Her grimace faltering as Nameless saw a tense light in her eye.

“What about the other vagabonds?” She asked softly.

Surprise filled Nameless, Rachel had often scoffed at them for their name, and had never fully included herself in their group. She had always been an outsider among the Vagabonds, being the newest addition. Did she truly consider herself a Vagabond? She was champion of Zion, and essentially Death itself. Such a title was a bit beneath her.

“Either they’re all fine, or gods help whoever did something to them,” Nameless said slowly.

“Damn right,” Rachel nodded.

She turned the wheel, as the car pulled into the Sky port. They slowed down as formations of soldiers, Martian Mechs, and armored vehicles marched up the ramps of the ships. Above them, the glistening hulls of warships shown in the sunlight, as their engines roared.

Rachel parked her car, and got out, Nameless following. He looked over and saw a pale woman in black robes and hood walk up. Rachel wordlessly tossed the woman the keys to the car and stomped towards the bunker. Nameless followed, wondering if perhaps the woman was a member of Rachel’s cult, or some kind of special Talaborian trained to drive, as he saw the Barracuda drive away.

They entered the bunker, went down the steps, and went through the long hallway. As they walked, the sea of people parted for them, avoiding the Vagabonds as Nameless and Rachel walked through the length of the hallway. They reached the end and stepped into the elevator. Rachel pressed the furthest down button, and Nameless sighed as the elevator hurtled towards the bottom level.

The doors opened, and they walked out into the dim area. It was a control center, with rows upon rows of consoles manned by Martian Listeners and Zion acolytes. Spider stood in the center of the room, alongside King Alexander. Thaddeus and Cirilla stood by the side, as the rest of the volunteers where on the far side of the room, sitting in chairs.

As they approached, Nameless studied their faces, both Spider and Alexander looked grim.

“How are you feeling, Alex?” Rachel asked softly as they approached.

“I am well, my lady, thank you for your concern,” Alexander said distantly.

All six people gathered around the large round table sized console.

“So? What’s going on,” Nameless sighed.

Spider wordlessly motioned, and Cirilla activated her energy. A glowing sphere-shaped orb of white light surrounded them, as the console light up.

“What is about to be transmitted, does not leave this circle,” Spider said softly.

“What the fuck is going on?” Nameless rolled his eyes.

“We are on the verge of war, child,” Cirilla said darkly.

“We’re always on the verge of fucking war. There’s always some big bad asshole trying to kill us or destroy some world. What the hell happened?” Nameless snapped.

“Julia send over a personal com link to us prior to the Queen requesting this briefing. No matter what anyone on this transmission says, we all must hold our tongue. The Queen will let us know when it is safe to speak our minds,” Thaddeus said grimly.

“I swear, bunch of space wizards and god killers, and no one can give me a fucking straight answer. Well? We’re ready!” Nameless spat.

Spider inserted an energy hand into the console, and three holograms appeared. Zyhara, Queen of Zion, in her gold and black dress. High Admiral Yue, in her smart blue military uniform covered in ribbons and medals. And a Laydren by the looks of it, clad in purple robes.

“Vagabonds, may I introduce High Admiral Yue of the Solar System Defense Force, and the ambassador to our people from the Laydren Empire, Lord Aeros,” Zyhara said, gesturing with her gold laced hands.

“How do you do?” the man in the purple robe nodded.

“Hello again, councilmen Nameless, and Professor Thaddeus. It is good to see you two in good health, pardon me for not knowing the faces of everyone else. I trust all present have full clearance, your majesty?” Admiral Yue asked.

“They are the foremost commanders of our forces, Admiral,” Zyhara nodded.

“Very well. Ladies and gentlemen, I wish this transmission was not necessary. I am sure the ambassadors of my people have sent yours notifications of Earth’s proclamation, but from one warrior to another, I wished to say this to your collective faces.

“The parliament of the Sol solar system has ordered a blockade on Zion. All trade efforts have been halted, and at the present moment I stand on the bridge of my ship, gazing at the space station myself. My fleet is in the ready status, and though I will not undertake such an action lightly, I must follow orders if instructed to bombard and take, the space station known as Zion.”

A million retorts and questions wanted to burst from Nameless’s mouth, but he held his tongue as he nodded.

“And what events have transpired that would warrant such drastic action, admiral?” Thaddeus asked carefully.

“The allegation is as follows: on September sixteenth, the year of our lord 2373 A.D, a contingent of Zion security forces went rogue onboard the space station resort known as Utopia. All hands, and passengers reportedly killed or missing. So far, only two members of the Zion military have been identified: vagabond Aj, and former Laydren High Prince, Lythdorian Aesorgejabha, who operates under the alias of General Lion.

“Both males have been charged with conspiracy with the intent of terrorism, acts of terror, murder, and destruction of property. The legislators where very detailed in their warrant but suffice it to say, even a Laydren would spend most of their natural lives in prison for the amount of years warranted by so much destruction and death. As it stands, ten thousand people where onboard that space station, and so far none have returned,” Admiral Yue said.

“The proof of such an atrocity?” Cirilla gasped.

Yue was silent as Spider pressed buttons on the console. A video played, showing Aj shooting in a square, and Lion running from a burning building. It also showed men in Zion trooper uniforms killing unarmed men, women, children in a precise and viscous manner. Nameless’s stomach dropped.

“Queen Zyhara has assured Parliament that this all is a misunderstanding, however the video evidence is damning to say the least,” Yue sighed.

“Where is the investigation? There must be an absurd amount of physical evidence regarding this matter,” Thaddeus huffed, his face red.

“The evidence was destroyed, when the space station crashed into Neptune’s orbit, it’s engines turned off with ten thousand souls still onboard,” Zyhara said grimly.

“The order to engage Zion has not come down yet, largely due to the Queen vowing to get to the bottom of this, and publicly refuting these men’s actions. But I can assure you, if my government does not get results rapidly, we will be forced to engage,” Yue nodded.

“We understand admiral, thank you for addressing this personally. We shall keep you updated on the progress of our multinational task force investigating this,” Queen Zyhara said firmly.

“Thank you, your majesty, I wish you all the best of luck. Peace is my highest priority, I have no want to see good people die over a misunderstanding, or at worst, the actions of a few rogue individuals,” Yue said.

High Admiral Yue’s hologram disappeared, and all eyes turned on Aeros as he cleared his throat.

“My people are, displeased to say the least, to see Lythdorian causing so much mayhem. As it stands, he is wanted by the high houses, and he has been decreed an official outlaw of our people by the Emperor. Efforts are immediately necessary to either clear his name or bring him unto justice.

“It is also disconcerting to my lords, to see Zion loose it’s grasp upon the human political agora. This may seem like an isolated event, but unfortunately this is one of several human sites across the universe descending into chaos or ruin. To maintain the peace, Laydra has deployed a peace keeping force to the edges of Zion territory. As it stands, they will not cross the border just yet. But should events continue along this trajectory, I am afraid the Armada will cross that line, and begin peace keeping operations,” Aeros said.

“What does that mean in English?” Nameless asked darkly.

“You do not have much time before my peers use this opportunity to expand the empire,” Aeros sighed.

“I trust Aeros, the champion of peace, is doing all he can to avoid such a drastic measure,” Thaddeus said.

“I am, but I am one of the few remaining voices within our forums defending Lythdorian. He is already a disgrace to the crown, and a reputable blight upon our civilization. This is precisely the opportunity the Emperor and the houses have been waiting for to remove such a, nuisance. More direct control over the humans is merely a byproduct of a direct, invasion,” Aeros sighed grimly.

“We trust in your ability to dissuade such actions, dear friend,” Zyhara nodded.

“I will do my utmost, but please, for all our sakes, hurry,” Aeros said.

Aeros’s hologram cut out. All were silent as Zyhara took off her crown, sighing. They watched as she slowly morphed, her appearance changing from that of a proud, late twenties year old woman, to a teenager.

“What’s going on kiddo?” Rachel asked softly.

“They killed Sammy,” Zyhara sobbed, wiping her eyes.

The people were stunned and silent.

“What?” Nameless sputtered.

“She was in a medical clinic, trying to ascertain the gender of their unborn child, when the dead man switch to a suicide bomber went off,” Zyhara cried.

Nameless leaned forward on the console. Rage, sorrow, and pain flowed through his chest as he knelt his head.

“Aj jumped into a portal, chasing after them, Lion is on some cargo ship outside the blockade,” Zyhara sighed.

“Judging by their cryptic message, Julia and Hera are currently on a mission to get Lion to safety. They hadn’t mentioned any of this, but it makes sense now why they went dark,” Thaddeus sighed.

“Who is this they?” Nameless growled, staring at the console.

“The Dark Axium is using some kind of replication technology, dozens if not hundreds of copies of a single man able to maneuver and commit atrocities. We believe the Zion troopers who committed these acts where clones, but all proof went down with the station,” Zyhara said.

Nameless looked up and saw a picture of a man with blonde hair, pale skin, and freckles. His sharp face was sneering.

“He calls himself, Shrike,” Zyhara sniffled.

“Where is he?” Nameless spat.

“The scryers traced the portal to a space station called Barouge. We suspect this may be Shrike’s base of operations, all attempts to infiltrate or scry the station have failed,” Zyhara said.

“Darktars,” Thaddeus grumbled.

“Darktars, clones, what else do these miserable creatures employ?” Cirilla spat.

“So, we’re sitting on a powder keg, the fuse is lit, and our friends are being framed,” Rachel said darkly.

“Yes. Please, go there as swiftly as you can, and find out what has truly happened. The truth shall be our salvation,” Zyhara nodded.

Nameless straightened upward, and darkly gazed at the queen.

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“On my honor as a Vagabond, I will kill this Shrike,” Nameless nodded.

“There is one more thing. Armenium has mobilized their forces, their fleet is sitting directly opposed to the Laydren Armada across the border,” Zyhara said worriedly.

“They’ll be slaughtered!” Thaddeus gasped.

“Barsool would not listen to anything else, I have tried my hardest to dissuade him. Please, find this Shrike, and prove that this was an act of terrorism perpetrated by our nemesis. I cannot form the interstellar parliament under these conditions, our alias have receded their support due to the Laydren presence,” Zyhara sighed.

“You can count on us, your majesty,” Rachel nodded.

The hologram turned off, and the light orb dissipated. Each person was quiet. Nameless looked at Spider.

“I want every person who can walk on two feet to get on the ships, now. Get us to Barouge, yesterday!” Nameless spat.

The room dissolved burst into activity as Nameless walked over to the volunteers, Rachel, and Thaddeus en toe. As they got closer, Nameless saw King Alexander approach them. Nameless slowed down and leaned in as the King came close.

“I do not understand all of this,” Alexander sighed.

“It would be best if your people stayed out of this, your majesty,” Thaddeus nodded grimly.

Alexander turned his bearded face to Rachel.

“What course has the Goddess set upon?” the King asked.

Rachel looked at Nameless.

“I sail with them, whoever this Shrike is killed one of my kinsmen, I guess you could say,” Rachel sighed.

“Those who would seek to harm the kin of my shield brethren, forfeit the privilege of friendship with Talabor. We shall march with you, my lady,” Alexander said firmly.

“If you leave this world with us, you may be pitting yourself against the greatest armies the stars have,” Nameless said.

“Then it is as before. Zion and her knights stood by my people, we shall stand by yours amid these struggles,” King Alexander nodded.

King Alexander held out his arm, and Nameless grasped it with his, both men’s palm holding the others forearm.

“Thank you, your majesty,” Nameless nodded.

“I shall gather my banners, we will be aboard the sky ships soon,” Alexander nodded.

Nameless watched as the King strutted away. Several confused looking nights in armor stood by the wall, and leaned in with serious faces as Alexander began relaying his commands.

“You sure you’re okay with him joining us?” Nameless arched an eyebrow, looking at Rachel.

“His people have done so much already. But if he wants to go, and they support him, then I won’t stop him,” Rachel sighed.

“Okay. Let’s go talk to the Earthers,” Nameless huffed.

As they walked together, Nameless, Rachel, Thaddeus, Cirilla, Spider, he felt an immense sense of unease. His entire life, Nameless felt a distain and mistrust for Earthers. Even now, these men and women’s sovereign planet held a blockade around Zion. At every turn, from Earth bombarding Mars back into the stone age, to this blockade, they had been at odds with Mars. Everyone born on the surface of Earth and her colonies had been the antithesis to his freedom, and his people. And now, these volunteers were supposed to fight alongside him?

And what about Sammy? Her face burned in his mind, but Nameless shoved it away. They were on the path to avenge her, and the tidal wave of anguish and pain her death caused, was held back by the dam that was his mental fortitude. He knew it wouldn’t last forever, eventually her death would register, and he would have to deal with it. But for now, he needed to get these people moving. For her sake.

As they approached, the volunteers stood to attention. Nameless sighed and crossed his arms.

“If you were born on Mars or Talabor, report to your units. We leave as soon as possible, I expect you all on your ships. Move!” Nameless barked.

Half of the volunteers scurried away. Nameless studied the faces of the remaining people. These people had put their lives in his hands and could potentially be his enemy one day.

“I don’t sugar coat shit, so I’ll say this as plainly as possible. Utopia was attacked, all ten thousand souls gone. Earth says it was our fault, we say it was someone else. We know it was the Dark Axium, and we’re shipping out to prove it. But I’m not going to force you all to join us. If any of you wish to join the blockade around Zion, and support your home worlds, you are free to do so,” Nameless said.

The volunteers all looked at each other with confusion and worry.

“Sir?” Munshi asked hesitantly.

“Yes?” Nameless asked.

“Can we have the proof of the attack?” Munshi asked.

“Send them all copies of the video feed, Spider,” Nameless said.

Spider nodded and clacked away on his wrist attachment. The volunteers all peered into their wrist attachments, watching the holograms dance. The metal wrist watch like devices sputtered and showed small holographic display discs, bathing their downturned faces in ghostly light as they watched with focus.

“The men you see are all close friends of mine. I vouch for them being innocent, but I know that means fuck all coming from a Martian,” Nameless sighed.

“With all due respect sir, no one else outside of Mars cares what planet they come from,” Munshi said, looking up.

“All I see is a man laying suppressive fire in a fire fight, another one fleeing a burning building, and a bunch of terrorists killing innocents,” Sarah shrugged.

“But Earth has decreed them criminals?” Spider arched an eyebrow.

“Was Earth there? Maybe he was killing terrorists? Anyone can put on a uniform, that could be some kind of clandestine terror group impersonating Zion to make you all look bad,” Sarah said.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we ran into terrorists who use disguises and kill civilians,” Munshi grumbled.

Nameless blinked. This wasn’t how he expected this to go.

“What are your orders sir?” one of the volunteers asked.

“My orders are think for yourselves. We’re off to prove our friends are innocent, you don’t have to come,” Nameless sighed.

“And if they aren’t?” Munshi asked slowly.

“Highly unlikely,” Thaddeus nodded.

“But if it’s proven beyond a shadow of a doubt they did it, what will you do?” another volunteer asked.

Nameless bit his lip. Aj and Lion where his brothers. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt they were innocent. But. If they did kill intentionally ten thousand innocent people.

“There’ll be hell to pay,” Nameless grumbled.

“Good enough for me. When do we leave?” Sarah chimed with a smile.

“How about the rest of you?” Nameless asked.

“I’m a Marine. I volunteered for this to fight with the best. If you say they’re innocent, they’re innocent. And if they ain’t, I know the crazy son of a bitch who freed Mars will handle it. Sir,” Munshi nodded.

The other volunteers also nodded. Nameless shook his head.

“Thaddeus, Cirilla, Spider, take these people to the ships. Put them where they need to be. Welcome to Task Force Zion, ladies, and gentlemen,” Nameless huffed.

“Follow me darlings,” Cirilla said softly.

Nameless stood fast as everyone left, walking out to the elevator. Eventually, Nameless followed, not noticing Rachel in toe. They entered the elevator crammed full of people. After some time, they reached the surface.

Nameless wordlessly walked through the sea of activity, towards the biggest ship. The very same battleship that had taken them from Zion, to Talabor. He silently walked up the cargo ramp and entered the vessel. After several elevators, stairs, and turns, he reached the hallway to his cabin.

As he walked, his body trembled. The dam that held back the tidal wave of pain in his chest was cracking. His breathe was quickening. His heart beat faster. His vision started to blur. Right before Nameless arrived at his cabin door, visions of Sammy stampeded his thoughts. Her laugh, voice, and kind support smothering all other thought.

Nameless fell into the wall, clutching his chest, tears forming. He ground his teeth and pushed forward, opening the door. Inside his messy cabin, Nameless flung himself to the refrigerator. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and sat on his bed. He cursed himself for being weak and took a swig. As he drank, he noticed some bright colors in the corner of his eye.

He looked over and saw the framed photo of the vagabonds from the green lit bunker. The framed photograph was sitting on the nightstand. He reached over, and picked it up, studying their faces. Two people in this photograph were now dead. Carla, with her olive skin, and dark hair. Sammy, with her pale face and brown hair. Both looked so tired, yet there was light in their eyes. Hope, even. Hope for a free Mars, the dream of green grass, and a life without suffering.

Captain Spider stood in the middle of the group, ten years old and four feet tall, his metal arms crossed across his chest as he smirked. Nameless remembered the little captain, how he stuttered, and was always able to pull off the craziest daring antics with metal and machinery.

Nameless’s eyes wondered over to Aj’s face. It had only been a year, but Aj seemed so different. Nameless couldn’t put his finger on it, but the Aj in the photo seemed so much younger and happier than the Aj Nameless had left on Zion.

Nameless clutched his mouth with a trembling hand, tears forming. He had failed them. Aj was gone, the idiot had jumped through some portal, most likely dead by now. He had no powers; the guy wasn’t built for fights with gods or aliens or whatever was on the other side of that portal.

And Sammy, poor Sammy. She had always been so kind, the medic of their group. Sammy had always been there for them, miraculously making it through two wars without a scratch. Zyhara’s words came back to Nameless, haunting him. Sammy had been pregnant.

Nameless sobbed, holding his head with both hands as the bottle and picture fell to the ground. As the pain and anguish burst out, knocking on the door caught his attention.

“Busy,” Nameless blustered, wiping his face.

The door slowly opened, and Rachel stood in the frame.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey,” Nameless sighed.

“Um, the fleet is departing now. Spider says it’s gonna be a few days jump to Barouge. Can I come in, or do you want some time to yourself?” Rachel asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, sure come in,” Nameless choked.

Rachel softly walked into the room, closing the door behind. She then went over and sat on the couch by Nameless’s bed. Her eyes drifted to the photograph on the ground.

“May I?” she pointed.

Nameless wordlessly nodded, she leaned forward and picked up the photo, studying it with her beautiful emerald, green eyes. She sighed, and reached into her jacket, pulling out another photograph. She handed it to him.

Nameless studied the photo. It was a squad of Marines. Nameless recognized the uniforms and weapons from the life he had spent in the American Marine Corps. Rachel stood in the center with a m9 holstered on her hip, an M4 slung across her chest. Her hair was tied in a bun, her body concealed by desert marphat pattern camouflage uniform. On her plate carrier, was a Velcro backed placard called a kill card, which had her staff sergeant rank, blood type, unit, and department of defense identification number.

A broad-shouldered man of Hispanic decent stood beside her, a Lieutenant by the looks of it. Besides them was a sergeant, and five lance corporals. Each person was determined, and focused, their roles complementing the mission.

“I was a platoon sergeant for an interpreter detachment in Afghanistan, attached to third battalion second marine division. Some Marsoc guys had picked us up for extra security, me and Lt Hernandez was helping them talk to the locals. We found Professor Thaddeus in a cave,” Rachel sighed.

“He pulled the space merlin shit with you too?” Nameless darkly chortled.

“Middle of a firefight, he’s like oh by the way, I’m hundreds of years old, and I’m from this crazy space citadel! Fuck you, everything you know is completely wrong, I need your help,” Rachel said.

Both darkly chuckled.

“Well, we kill the bad guys. Day saved, fucking yay! But my government didn’t trust Zion. We were in some CIA black sight run by scientists for a few months, until they came. We weren’t ready. As my world burned, Thaddeus guided us. We were it; we were the team that was gonna save Earth,” Rachel darkly emphasized.

“These are your Vagabonds,” Nameless sighed.

Rachel silently nodded, taking the photograph back.

“What happened?” Nameless asked hesitantly.

“We lost,” she shrugged.

Nameless bit his lip.

“I can’t imagine being the last one standing,” Nameless said.

She silently nodded, looking at the floor.

“But hey, at this rate I’ll be right there with ya, twinning!” Nameless chortled, racking his brain for old earth slang.

Rachel laughed, holding her forehead with her hand.

“God, I haven’t heard that in so long,” she sighed.

Both drifted into silence as each reflected.

“Does it, get easier?” Nameless asked softly.

She slowly shook her head.

“You just get tougher,” Rachel sighed, looking at him.

Nameless shook his head.

“These people deserved better. Sammy and Aj should be raising their kid on a farm somewhere,” Nameless.

“Okay, I know you’re going through some shit, but why a farm?” Rachel chuckled.

“Huh?”

“I grew up on a farm, it sucks.”

“When you grow up in sand and desolation, the pictures you see of farms from Earth look like paradise. That’s why we left Mars, we wanted a better life,” Nameless sighed.

“Chose the wrong profession for that bud.”

Both laughed darkly.

“You ever, I dunno,” Nameless shook his head.

“What?” Rachel asked.

“I know I’m me. Like, I am this person, I grew up on Mars, and I did all of this crazy stuff. But, now I have all these memories from past lives, and there’s aliens, and gods, and who the fuck knows what we’re going up against when we hit Barouge? I don’t feel like me, at all! And on top of losing myself, I’m losing everyone I care about,” Nameless spat.

“You’re losing who you are as a person, here in this life,” Rachel sighed.

“Yes, exactly,” Nameless nodded.

He blushed, realized who he was complaining to. He was crying about losing a few friends, to the warrior who had lost every single person in her life. He knew she had sacrificed who she was, to hold Death’s mantle. He knew that her powers where slowly eating away at her humanity, replacing it with the omnipotent darkness that was the end of all life.

“I’m sorry, this is stupid, I know you’ve been through way worse shit,” Nameless sighed.

“This ain’t a contest,” Rachel smirked.

She leaned forward.

“I can’t change my past. But coming from experience, I can say letting them haunt you won’t help anything. Honor their memory, and live your best life, for them. Imagine there’s a bleacher section of all your dead friends, watching you as you live your life. They would want you to do your best. How would they feel if you fuck up?” “They’d probably throw shit at me from the stands,” Nameless sighed.

“Exactly!” Rachel smiled.

Nameless looked at her, his eyes wide.

“Can you talk to them?” he asked slowly.

She grimaced.

“That’s not how it works. My job is to take out people who cheat death. I can shepherd singular life as it ends, that doesn’t mean I’m some god who stands there by every single living thing as it dies,” she sighed.

Nameless blushed.

“I’m sorry, stupid question.”

“It’s not a stupid question, I’ve told you dick all about my powers,” Rachel chuckled.

“I’d like to learn,” Nameless said softly.

Rachel nodded. She stood up, walked over, and sat next to him on the bed.

“Go change, we can kill this bottle together while we ask each other stupid questions,” Rachel said.

Nameless nodded, getting up. As he meandered around the cabin, he fully realized how messy it was. He quickly picked clothes up and drifted into the bathroom.

“Sorry for the mess,” Nameless called as he turned.

He took his shirt off, studying himself in the mirror. His abs shown and his muscle where more defined, thanks to months of training.

“Dayum!”

Nameless whirled his head, to see Rachel leaning over smirking at him from beyond the bathroom doorframe.

“What?” Nameless chortled.

“Got a fat ass on ya, boy!” Rachel laughed.

“Fuck off!”

Nameless switched over clothes, putting on more comfortable sweatpants and hoody. He liked the loose-fitting clothes from Zion and preferred them as he came back out. Rachel was smirking, lounging on his bed with her tank top and jeans, her jacket on the couch. She held the bottle in her hand.

Nameless sat on the bed awkwardly, looking at her stunning figure.

“What?” She chortled.

“You’re just, really hot,” Nameless blustered.

“You’re just really hot,” Rachel mocked.

“Fuck you!” Nameless spat.

“Look, you can drop the dumbass chode game. We both know you were getting some before me, I don’t care. But at least act like a human being around me,” Rachel laughed.

“Yeah,” Nameless said distantly look away.

Rachel’s eyes widened.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?” Rachel asked.

“Maybe,” Nameless blushed.

“Jesus, you really do live under a rock,” Rachel sighed.

She got up and sat on his lap. She held his face as she smirked.

“Get drunk, get laid, and unleash the fury of God himself when we arrive. Aight?” She giggled.

“Yeah,” Nameless sighed.

Rachel slowly pulled her tank top off, exposing herself as Nameless’s eyes widened. He had seen plenty of camp girls dancing naked on Mars, but to see her and know she was his, being so close.

Rachel grinned and poured whiskey into his mouth.

“I’m gonna have to teach you some shit cowboy,” she giggled.

Nameless grinned and slurped the burning whiskey. He wrapped his arm around her back and threw her unto the bed. He pulled his hoody off and embraced her. The first round only lasted a few minutes, followed by Rachel giggling and making remarks. Nameless then spent the rest of the night making it up to her.