Go My Own Way

It was after nightfall when Squad 7 received the desperate call. The alarm rang as they leapt out of bunks, dropped playing cards and scarfed down the last bits of meals as the rushed to the staging grounds, grabbing their weapons as they rushed to attention.

Welkin Gunther had already arrived in the Edelweiss, still in his dress uniform as he addressed the confused group of soldiers before him. "Okay, quiet! Listen, the princess has been kidnapped and I want Squad 7 to spread out. She's in an armored car, SO NO explosives. Shoot that ragnite radiator out! Okay, Rosie-"

"Here, sir!" Rosie finished shrugging on her armor as she slapped a clip into her gun and pulled the bolt back with a satisfying 'click'.

"Alright, you move to position 2 and get ahead of that armor. I want you to harass that car into taking a longer path."

"Yes, sir!" Rosie said as she took off.

"Okay, Vyse, Alicia, Dallas..." The three of them stepped forward. "Establish a middle command post and lock it down. There are reports of Feds swarming the area and we need a central location to coordinate the attack."

"Yes, sir!" came the unison reply as the three of them audibly prepared their weapons.

Welkin turned in his tank. "Alright...Catherine, Marina, I want the both of you on overwatch. Split up and protect the exits, and MAKE SURE the Feds don't send people there to cover those dock escape routes!"

"Yes, sir!" Both of them nodded as they took off for their positions as well.

5 minutes later, Marina Wulfstan, the Lone Wolf of Squad 7, had holed herself up on a rooftop as she scanned the the area with her rifle. Several shadows fluttered, and she trained her scope there...no, other members of Squad 7. One of them looked up and waved at her...Ugh, Ted Ustinov. What *was* his deal?

Marina shook the thought off as she scanned the area once again, focusing on anything that may be moving. For now, she could see far off flashes of gunfire. She could hear Welkin's commentary over the chatter of the tank's machine gun. She relaxed for now.

A few minutes later, she carefully peeked her head out. As she did so, however, she caught the flash of a rifle from ground level as the bullet slammed into stone near her. Ducking down and cursing her complacency, she clutched her rifle as she listened for movement.

The enemy sniper *had* to be an amateur, revealing himself like that and shooting from such a terrible angle. The soldier scampered as he ran to reposition himself, and Marina closed her eyes as she mentally recalled the alley he had been in. A few trash bins and a wooden crate...

Marina whipped out of cover and fired into it. She ducked back into cover as she heard the hoarse grunt of pain. Geez, with snipers like those, how had the Fed's managed to stave off the Empire in the first place?

Marina sighed as she swiveled her rifle back towards the crate to finish her target, but she rolled her eyes as she spotted Ted and another shocktrooper slam the Fed against the wall. He gave the sniper a thumbs up as she rolled back into cover. Great, she hadn't killed him. She hadn't liked to leave targets alive, something she'd learned from hunting, but, what the hell, another grunt they could beat the truth out of.

Her heart still racing, she took another look around carefully. The coast appeared to be clear, and the thrill of having hit that man at such a quick pace had excited her. Ever so slowly, she unbuttoned the top of her uniform to let herself cool off.

"Marina...heads up, two Fed's below you."

The sniper cursed as she moved her hands to rebutton the top, but then, two pairs of boots heavily thudded in the alleyway to her left. No time to worry about her top as she swiveled her rifle over the edge of the roof.

Both Feds were still noisily running as she fired once at the closer Fed, the bullet impacting his skull and instantly killing him. The other Fed froze and swiveled around, firing his machine gun wildly, his expression of confusion in Marina's scope as she swiveled the bolt and fired again, dropping him.

Hiding low below cover, she adjusted the top once again, and finally decided to throw the jacket off, leaving only her black t-shirt on. She controlled her rate of breathing as she relaxed slightly...but thought better of it. She wanted the adrenaline rushing...

And that's when she decided to slip a gloved hand beneath her bra.

Her gloved hand carefully pinched a nipple as her breath caught in her throat. Marina bit her lower lip, breathing hard through her nose, then started squeezing her entire breast, her mouth slightly opening as she continued breathing hard. Carefully placing her rifle down, her other hand pulled her T-shirt and bra off as both her hands caressed both her breasts.

The lone wolf continued caressing herself in a sitting position, her back against the low stone wall, her gasps continuing as her hands traced delicate patterns interwoven with squeezing and rubbing.

Marina's hand shifted lower as she wanted to unbutton her pants, but a noise in the alley caught her attention. Carefully peeking her head out, she only spotted another member of Squad 7, running down the alleyway. Good, he or she didn't even spot her.

She swiveled back and finally undid her pants, laying back on the roof as she slowly moved her left hand to her panties, already wet from her excitement. Her thighs carefully squeezed her hand as she continued to rub her self through her underwear, her other hand still slowly caressing one of her breasts.

Her panties became wetter as she couldn't - quite - suppress her moans before slipping the delicate and soaked cotton underwear off. Continuing to gasp and moan softly, Marina's fingers continued to stroke her clitoris hard. She switched hands, carefully sucking on her gloved digits as her other hand continued to play. Finally, when she could no longer wait, she decided to push herself over the edge as her fingers slipped inside her.

The burst of pleasure stunned her as she forgot to breathe for a moment, then, she remembered to gasp for air as the slippery wet gloved fingers continued t o enter and exit her. Her legs spread even wider as she attempted to push her two main fingers in deeper, then slowly, ever so slowly pulled them out.

Again, she caressed her breast with one hand, but this time, she sucked on other other hand, enjoying her own sweet taste. After sucking them for all she could, she stopped as she carefully crawled to the low stone wall.

She stopped for a short moment, the carefully used one of her hands to support herself as she remained on her knees, using her other hand to fondle her chest. She then moved it lower between her legs and pushed inside herself again, this time using three of her own fingers to continually pleasure herself.

Her fingers continued the pleasurable motions in and outside of her, and she gasped continually, her moans becoming yet even louder. Damn, if she didn't control herself, someone was bound to catch her at this point...and yet...

Marina playfully cupped her breasts one last time and decided to end here. She rolled onto her belly this time, the cool stone rubbing against her soft body - especially her tits - and carefully raised her ass into the air as she moved both hands in between her legs to caress and stroke herself. Finally, she slid her fingers inside one last time as pumped and ground her hips as intensely as possible, maximizing her pleasure as she intended to reach her climax as fast as possible.

Her thoughts and her masturbation were cut short as Welkin's radio orders suddenly thundered over the radio. "Marina! Stay on the defensive, you've got the armored car heading your way!"

Marina gasped in horror this time, as she scarcely only had time to slip her T-Shirt on before she heard the rumble of the armored car below her. Carefully looking over the stone, she spotted it - the ragnite engine! It was looking pretty sorry now, spewing smoke as the driver attempted to push the engine harder.

Without hesitation, she aimed and pulled the trigger, and before she knew it, the lead bullet slammed into the radiator, killing it. She could hear shouts and screams...

Slipping her pants on, she dove for the ladder and slid downwards. Hitting the floor, she rolled and brought her rifle to bear...no one. Approaching the door, she aimed her rifle and spoke in a clear and commanding voice.

"This is Marina Wulfstan of the Gallian Militia! Lay down your arms and release the Princess!"

The door flew open as the horrified ambassador raised his hands in surrender. "I-I give! You can have her back!"

Barely two minutes later, Marina and the rest of Squad 7 were assembled before the Princess as she thanked them for their help. After she left, many of them decided to head to the local bar for a few celebratory pints. Welkin, however, stopped Marina.

"Hey, that was a pretty good shot."

"It was no problem, sir." Marina commented, patting her rifle. "I just did what needed to be done."

Welkin nodded. "I'm still curious why you don't have the upper half of your uniform, however. You know it's important to wear the impact armor at all times."

Marina nodded. "I felt my uniform was getting uncomfortable in this heat, sir, and I take full responsibility."

Welkin shook his head as he clamped a hand on her shoulder. "Just don't make it a habit on the battlefield. Marina. Dismissed."

Marina saluted and turned around as she turned a corner to climb the ladder. However, Ted Ustinov had appeared, smiling. "Hey, Marina, that was pretty amazing."

Marina blew it off with a dismissive wave of her hand, and started to climb the ladder...but Ted suddenly pulled out a jacket with a bra. "Looking for something?" he teased.

Marina's face flushed as she approached him. "TED! Give those back or I'll-"

"Alright, alright!" Ted said, tossing the items to her. "Buuuuuuuut, you gotta tell me why those were off. AND you're taking me for a drink."

The sniper opened her mouth in protest, but shut it and rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever. Just give me five minutes."

Ted ran off to the bar, beaming, as Marina climbed the ladder anyways.

"Might as well finish what I was doing....I'm going to need to be relaxed if I'm going to explain this..."

Marina mentally sighed as she reached the roof and unbuttoned her pants. She was going to need every second of those five minutes.