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A very large, very strong young man is summoned for a required interview. The young man has computer skills, including top grades in school classes. His qualifications are the kind that could get him a good job. Unfortunately, Vix is first required to do two years of mandatory military service. The Empire, of which Vix is a citizen, is in a desperate position. There are shortages of everything and parts of the Empire are on the edge of revolt. Troops, loyal to a rival government, have seized the mining world of Toria, formerly a possession of the Empire. Emissaries from a couple of rivals are to meet at the Zeexa space station, to discuss the matter. The Empire will send in a small contingent of Marines on a desperate mission. Vix is told, "If the Empire can capture a key negotiator and the Princess of Klahna, we can bargain for the return of the Toria mines. Without the income from and the prestige of the Toria mines, the Empire collapses." Vix is also told that the Princess of Klahna will be a part of a sex orgy in the Zeexa space station. Vix has been computer rated as the best chance for the Empire to take hostage the key negotiator and the Princess of Klahna. He develops a mission plan that's the only way that the Imperial Marines might succeed. The effort is basically a desperation attempt and little more than a suicide mission. With no choice in the matter Vix travels to the Zeexa space station and the action and the sex begin!

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	03 septembre 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781849895835
Langue	English

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VIX: THE MARINE
The First in the Vix Series
R. Richard

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First published in 2011
This edition published in 2015 by
House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
The right of R. Richard has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Copyright © 2011, 2015 R. Richard
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Vix: The Marine
The clod shuffles over to the door on the right, opens it after a few clumsy, fumbling tries, walks through it, doesn’t quite close it the first time, then closes it with a slam that shakes the whole office.
I shake my head in disbelief at the class of people they send me, hit the print button, get the next data printout, then buzz for the next clod.
Vix walks in the door on the left, just Vix, no last name.
“Well Vix, do you have a last name?”
Vix says politely, “No, I don’t.” He then waits for me to ask him to sit down.
I don’t ask him to sit down, I do ask, “Why don’t you have a last name Vix?”
Vix replies, “I was abandoned, as an infant, on the steps of the Temple of Shenri in old town. They didn’t give me a last name at the time and I never bothered later.”
I motion Vix to sit in the chair. I then read Vix’ resume. The resume makes no sense. The receptionist’s evaluation makes a lot of sense, but is of little use to me. “Charming STUD!” is all the evaluation says.
“It says that you’re 6 foot 7 inches tall, Vix?”
Vix replies precisely, “6 foot 6 3/4 inches, actually. I actually weigh about 248 1/2 pounds before a workout, not 250 pounds.”
“It says that you have a second-degree black belt?”
Vix expands on the information, “A second-degree black belt at the Tia Nua studio in old town.”
“It says that you graduated from first school seven years ago?”
“Yes, I graduated from the temple school in old town.”
“It says that you have a Scholars degree from the Polytechnic Academy?”
Vix answers, “Yes, I do. My Scholars degree is complete, including a defended dissertation. My degree is in the area of artificial intelligence. “
“However, there’s no record here of your ever having graduated from second school, third school, or having obtained a Students degree or a Teachers degree, prior to obtaining your Scholars degree.”
“That’s probably because I never graduated from second school, third school, or the undergraduate section of Poly. I did, at one time, obtain a Teachers, but they annulled the degree when they found out that I had never obtained a Students. It’s a Poly requirement that an undergraduate have a Students, prior to receiving a Teachers. There was, at the time I received the degree, no undergraduate requirement for the Scholars degree. The situation had apparently never before occurred.”
Vix’ manner and voice are polite and charming. Vix’ eyes are not polite. Without being too obvious about it, Vix has rather thoroughly cataloged my body. If this was a social occasion I would have been preparing to fight Vix off at my apartment door, or not, as my mood dictated.
Seeing that Vix will volunteer no more information, I ask, “What happened to second school, Vix?”
“When I graduated from first school, I perceived that I had wasted most of the first six grades. The work that I put in was of no real use to me. I learned very little that would aid me in my life. I determined that I wouldn’t waste the next three grades, or the following three. I remained in school, but effectively dropped out. I used the computer teaching machines and took all of the math and computer classes they offer to second school students. The rest of the crap I would pretend to study only when the priestesses complained. It was the time of the food riots and the priestesses were very busy. I then began to take third school math, computer science, physics and chemistry. Before anyone else realized what was happening, I was studying undergraduate courses at Poly. Poly is hooked to the temple, so that undergraduate girls can seek the advice of the priestesses. When the priestesses discovered my little game, they also discovered that I had won an Emperor’s second school medal for both math and computer science. I had won an Emperor’s third school medal for math, computer science and physics and an Emperor’s third school certificate for chemistry. I had completed one math and two computer classes at Poly, receiving two As and one A+.”
Vix leans back and continues, “Well, the head priestess marched over to the school people and told them that I was a special student, not on the usual track. She politely demanded the Emperor’s medals and the stipend that went to the school which had turned out this marvelous student, if you please! She didn’t really mean the ‘if you please part.’”
“I didn’t think she meant the ‘if you please part.’”
Vix gives me a boyish grin. Vix then says, “Since I hadn’t completed third school, I was eligible to remain in the temple of the women’s Goddess and bring in more glory and also more money. I had also won a three-month scholarship to the Tia Nua studio, along with the Emperor’s medals. I caught on quickly and was allowed to continue, teaching beginners instead of paying. I was the most popular instructor for the beginning ladies’ classes. The ladies would often invite me to their homes, after class. I learned a lot about ladies as a Tia Nua instructor.”
“I can imagine.”
“Well,” says Vix defensively, “it did help me deal with the priestesses.”
“So,” I say, “you managed to continue the sham all the way through Poly?”
Vix replies, “It took me a bit more than two years to finish all of the Poly undergraduate math and computer science classes I was really interested in. I began to study the 12 classes needed for a Teachers. When I had completed the 12 classes, I applied for my degree. They granted me the degree, because the records apparently showed that I had received a Students. Apparently there was some sort of problem in the Poly computer records.”
“Could it be that the problem in the computer records had some connection with your computer expertise?”
Vix says, “Who, me?... Since I had my Teachers, I went on to get a Scholars. When I finished my 12 Scholars degree classes, the problem with my lack of a Student’s degree came to light.”
“Have you ever had a class in ethics Vix?”
Vix brightly answers, “Yes, I have! Incidentally, I received an A grade in the class.”
“I mean, other than the one they require you hackers to take about the problem of breaking into other people’s computer systems?”
Vix effects a puzzled attitude and asks, “There’s another one?”
“Vix,” I say, “I am required to ask you if you feel that you will have problems working with people of other national origins, races, religions or creeds.”
“No problem.”
I continue, “...Problems working with women?”
Vix says, “None so far!”
We discuss Vix’ computer skills for a while. He has top grades in classes in the areas in which lots of employers are looking for help. He also has some scholarly papers published. If Vix were not some four days short of his 18 th birthday (actually the day he was discovered on the temple steps,) I could have placed him in a good job, any one of several good jobs. As it is, I send him to Zina.
When the interview lady finishes with Vix, she gives him a slip of paper and he leaves the interview room and walks back to the lobby. Vix reads the information on the slip of paper, does a bit of searching and finds the elevator he needs in a sort of hidden alcove off the lobby. From the alcove Vix takes the elevator to the 17 th floor. The elevator stops at the 17 th floor, but the door doesn’t open.
A voice, male and very aggressive, demands that Vix read aloud the information on the slip of paper that the interview lady has given him.
Vix reads the requested information.
After a time, the elevator door opens and Vix is confronted by three, heavily-armed Marine guards. They frisk him, then the leader gives Vix a short, nasty lecture about deportment. Vix and the leader glare at each other during the lecture and a while after.
Finally the leader goes to an intercom in the wall of the steel paneled reception room. He says, “We got another maggot with an attitude problem out here.” There’s no answer, but after a short while, a steel panel opens to reveal a tall, athletic looking woman in a one piece stretch suit.
The woman looks at Vix as if Vix is some sort of insect and then she asks, “Why are you having problems dealing with a superior?”
Vix doesn’t reply to the woman, but instead turns back to the Marine leader and says, “I didn’t realize that you were a superior, Mr. Maggot, Sir! I certainly don’t have a bad attitude, Sir! Perhaps your perception of my bad attitude problem is caused by some lack of authority in your presentation, Sir! I ask only that you allow me to demonstrate that I’m a respectful and obedient member of your staff, Sir! There will be no further problems, Sir!” Vix turns back to the woman and says, “Problem solved ma’am!”
The woman calls the Marines to attention, just before the leader can attack Vix. The kind of discipline which has been developed over some 1500 years takes hold and carnage is averted. The woman then addresses Vix in a voice