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Asstr Swarm
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A Story in The Swarm Cycle Universe


A Piece of my
Imagination

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The Swarm Cycle is a collection of stories manufactured
around a concept introduced by the Thinking Horndog positing an alien
invasion and Earth's reaction. The intent is for this to be a
multi-author universe similar to the popular Naked In School stories.
If you're a budding author of erotica or sci-fi and see something
here that strikes your fancy, pop over to the Author's
Page for more info on what's going on here and how to submit a
story for this collection. The rest of you are probably here to read,
so...

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or
are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

©
2007 Duke of Ramus.

All rights reserved.

The Swarm Cycle Universe

Copyright © 2007
The Thinking Horndog


Ron Hubbell gazed at the proud college crest on the
wall, his eyes unmoving as he wrestled with one of the most difficult
decisions he'd ever had to make in his teaching career. The soldier
was considering a cold blooded move, to stack the odds in favour of
his senior students, but could he justify it, even to himself, and
thus carry it out. There was no problem with the board of governors,
they'd practically given him carte blanche to do as he saw fit, so
long as it benefited the students. Unlike most civilians they were
well aware of what was coming and were willing to do whatever they
could slow it down.

As headmaster of a college he had an
automatic responsibility for the welfare and development of his
students. When that responsibility was put alongside the fact that he
was Commandant of a military college, which prepared young men, and
women now, for life in the armed forces, that responsibility took on
a special meaning.

All of that had been true before the
advent of the Sa'arm, now it was the over-riding imperative.

Since
contact with the Confederacy and the warning of the approaching Swarm
things had become fraught. Every student over the age of fourteen had
been put through CAP testing and, as expected, every senior classman
with a CAP score higher than the minimum six point five had
volunteered for service in the Confederacy Defence Forces. That had
also been the beginning of the headmasters dilemma.

In the
months since the screening of Average Joe's XIV, which had been
picked up by the local satellite company and distributed through pay
per view, and more importantly since series XV, the expectation had
been there that those with high CAP scores would be extracted and put
to use by the Confederacy.

Research Ron had carried out
recently had shown that extractions tended to happen in small
establishments, which offered a good mix of volunteers and, for want
of a better term, drones. His classes, especially the current senior
class was high on volunteers and low on potential drone material. At
the present time, using the accepted selection standards, his senior
class, with its ten volunteers, was entitled to forty two drones. A
figure that was not achievable if extraction happened during class
time. To make matters worse extraction rates were on the
increase.

Ron Hubbell had a solution in mind, a fairly
radical solution really, but it was the dilemma of whether it was
morally acceptable or not that was holding him back. Could he ask
others, with similar responsibilities to his own, to put their
charges up for selection, just to improve the odds that his students
would be extracted.

Making the decision, tough as it had
been, he squared his shoulders and reached for the
telephone.

"Margaret, would you get me the head
mistress of Saint Genevieve's please."


The St. Genevieve School for Young Ladies was a
private residential school established in the pleasant grounds of
what had once been an Abbey. The school had developed a reputation
for taking the more rebellious children of the well to do and
maturing them into something there parents found more presentable. As
a by product of this transformation the girls received a very good
education, which many parents accepted as an unavoidable consequence
of bringing their child back under their control.

Everyone
at the school had undergone CAP testing in the last six months as
part of Her Majesty's Governments much modified education plans. This
testing had been available but largely ignored by the students in St.
Genevieve's as being beneath them, upbringing, class and financial
resources being a more relevant measure of ones place in the world.
Only the compulsion placed on the college had forced the students to
submit and carry out the task. In a surprising move, at least to the
majority of the staff anyway, each of the students that had exceeded
the minimum acceptance CAP score of six point five had volunteered
for service in the Confederate Defence Forces. In many ways this was
seen as a failure by the staff of the school who were predominantly
nuns.

Sister Anna was the Mother Superior of the school
and, after many lengthy discussions with her bishop, was coming to
realise that she, and the rest of her staff, may have been just a
little bit out of step with the rest of the country, if not the
world. The change in attitudes that had occurred after the revelation
that the planet was to be invaded had been slow to filter through to
the religious community, especially those in more sheltered
localities, like St. Genevieve's.

The bishop had given the
Mother Superior details, which where frankly shocking, of what was
happening in the world at large. To her, it appeared that morality,
especially where sex was concerned had gone out of the window. Some
of the things the bishop described to her that occurred during one of
these extractions beggared belief. The wanton debauchery was more
reminiscent of the actions in Nazi Germany than the behaviour of any
civilised peoples.

The bishop had gone on to explain to
her that the Pope, with the full backing of the Council of Cardinals,
had issued an instruction that required all members of the clergy,
whatever their position or role to, quote, 'do their utmost to ensure
that as many as possible of the faithful where extracted'. He'd gone
on to explain that this was considered the best method for ensuring
that the Catholic church continued.

How she was to achieve
that, Sister Anna didn't know, so she'd consulted with several
members of staff and prayed hard for some sort of guidance. For more
than a month now she'd been coming back to this dilemma and making no
progress. Her thoughts, this time, were interrupted by the shrill
tones of her telephone.

"Sister Anna?"

"Yes,
Sister Rebecca."

"Colonel Hubbell, the
Commandant from the Military College, would like to speak to
you."

Now what on Earth could that man want, she
thought. "Put him through Sister, put him through."


Don Bradwell, who moments before had been making his
way back to his office for a well earned break, forced his way
between the two girls and physically pushed them apart. It was all
right for the mandarins in the Education department to dictate that
you could not use physical means to control pupils but they should
try working on the front lines. Let them come to down to his school
and show how they'd manage to resolve half the problems he had
without resorting to physical means.

"Stop! Now!"
He commanded, raising a palm to each of the girls. He looked them
over, Bethany Williams, again, well, no surprises there, and Mandy
Simpson, now that was a surprise, but not to much of one, she'd been
coming out of her shell ever since her CAP score had been announced.
Going from dormouse to top of the pile had been a meteoric rise,
especially for a fifteen year old girl who had, until recently, no
claims to be top at anything.

"So, what was the
problem this time?" He asked, not really expecting any sort of
coherent answer.

"Nothing Sir," replied Bethany,
her eyes down cast, attempting to look innocent and failing, as
usual.

Don turned to face the other girl,
"Mandy?"

"Bethany accused me of cheating on
the CAP test, Sir. I just pointed out that the tests were impossible
to cheat on and even she should be able to figure that out." You
could hear the gloating edge to her voice even when she was trying to
be civil.

Don winced, Bethany was a big, solid girl and a
bully too but she wasn't the brightest spark in the school, as her
CAP score showed, but even she would recognise an insult like that,
when she heard it. Don noticed Bethany starting to flare up, "That's
true," he said turning back to Bethany, "the CAP tests are
administered by the AI's the Darjee provided and as such are
impartial."

Bethany looked down, acting subdued, but
Don knew it was just an act. As soon as he was out of sight it would
all kick off again unless he did something to separate the two girls
and, as usual, it was easier to move the good girl rather than
contain the bad one.

"Mandy, go and see Ms. Helmson
and see if she needs any assistance with the first years."

"Yes
Sir," she said turning away, but only after giving him a look
that he would normally have expected from Bethany. Things had
definitely changed since the Swarm had made it's presence known and
not always for the better.

"Now then Bethany,
what..."

"Mr Bradwell," his train of
thought was broken as his secretary, Kerry Sage called from the
office door, "Phone."

This had better be
important, he thought, "I'll see you later Bethany, see if you
can stay out of trouble till then, please," he said almost
pleading before heading for his office.

Kerry was waiting
as he entered the office, "It's Colonel Hubbell, from that posh
Military College, he wants to speak to you, says it's
important."

Now what could he want that would be
important to the Upper Lea Girls School, thought Don as he reached
for the phone.


As the car pulled to a halt, a soldier stepped forward
smartly and opened the rear door, standing well clear so that the
passenger could vacate her seat easily. Sister Anna stepped out, her
habit not the problem it had been thirty years before, and looked the
young man over and realised that he wasn't a soldier at all, he was
one of the students, or cadets as they were called. He couldn't have
been any older than thirteen, she thought, though his uniform and
bearing made him seem older.

She turned her head towards
the main entrance of the college, its arched door way surmounted by
some sort of military crest and looked straight into the eyes of a
woman. The grey uniform, immaculate in turnout, indicated another of
the cadets.

"Ma'am, I am Cadet Major Loraine
Bullock, I've been instructed to escort you to the Commandants
office."

Sister Anna was pleasantly surprised at the
soft tones the young lady had used. She'd been expecting some sort of
bellowing from all of these military types.

"This
way please, Ma'am." The young lady led the way up the short
flight of steps and through the imposing entrance. Sister Anna, after
a quick look around the hall questioned her guide, "Tell me
dear," she asked, "what does your rank signify?"

The
young lady didn't miss a step, "Within the college each class is
made up of cadets, within each class those cadets who are given
special responsibilities are promoted. In the first year the class
senior is a sergeant, his deputy a corporal. Up until the senior year
the highest rank a cadet can achieve is lieutenant, and as such he,
or she, is responsible for the well being and behaviour of the cadets
in that year. The cadets in the senior year can be tasked with
looking after a particular year, as Captains or become the equivalent
of head boy or girl, the person holding that position is the Colonel
of Cadets."

"So what would that make you, dear?"


"As a Major I'm the second highest ranked cadet,
call it the same as Deputy Head Girl," the girl smiled at Sister
Anna, before continuing, "but probably with a lot more
responsibilities and power than she would have."

Before
Sister Anna could respond, the cadet drew the pair of them to a halt
before an oak door. She rapped on the door frame, the sound loud in
the stillness of the corridor. Without waiting for a response she
opened the door and stepped through. As Sister Anna entered Major
Bullock announced, in a much firmer voice than she'd used so far,
"Sir, Sister Anna."

The man in uniform behind
the desk rose, as did another man, this one in civilian clothes. The
second man had been in a seat facing the soldiers desk. "Thank
you, Major, that will be all."

"Yes, thank you."
Parroted Sister Anna as the cadet withdrew.

The uniformed
man came around his desk and put forward his hand in greeting.
"Sister Anna, I'm Ron Hubbell, the Commandant of this college."
He indicated the other gentleman, "and this is Don Bradwell,
who's the headmaster of the Upper Lea Girls School."

"Gentlemen."
She acknowledged.

"Please take a seat," Ron
said, indicating an empty seat next to Don Bradwell.

Once
everyone had taken a seat Ron looked at the other two heads and began
his sales pitch.


It took the best part of four hours to hammer out an
agreement. The fact that they'd needed one had been accepted within
the first hour, swung by the inside information that Ron Hubbell had
been made privy to by a former military comrade who now operated one
of the extraction teams.

The hard part had been thrashing
out the details required to implement the agreement to everyone's
satisfaction.

Ron Hubbell rocked back in his chair and
looked at his two accomplices and took a deep breath. "So, just
to summarise. We agree that the two senior classes from both of you
establishments will join with my senior class for the remainder of
their time in college."

He paused, awaiting
confirmation. Once he'd received it he continued, "The students
will be split into four equal classes, each class to have, as far as
is possible, an equal number of volunteers." This had been a
difficult part of the deal and Sister Anna had agreed only after Don
Bradwells suggestion that volunteers from his school were placed in
the classes from Sister Anna's college, to avoid any chance of
students enacting some sort of revenge. The memory of Mandy and
Betheny scuffling in the yard had been the impetuous for his
recommendation.

"Finally each of your schools will
provide three members of staff to assist in instruction for those
classes where this college is understaffed." Which, thought Ron,
is a polite way of saying that they will provide cookery teachers as
we soldiers don't have that particular skill.

"That
seems to be all of it. All we have to do now is get it all arranged
by a week on Monday and try not to fall flat on our faces when we
start." He concluded.

Don piped up, "Hopefully
we can avoid any press coverage, I can just see how that would go
over."

"True, headlines like 'Nuns provide
Nookie for Soldiers' would be a bit hard to explain to the bishop."
Said Sister Anna.

Ron barely managed to suppress a grin
before he asked, "Even after the Papal directive you told us
about?"

"I think so," she replied, "I
get a definite impression that our aim is not to change our position,
in public, that the sanctity of marriage is paramount and anything
that undermines that is abhorrent. In private, probably guided by the
Jesuits, who are a very practical people, it's probably been accepted
that we need to get as many people off the planet as possible and any
way of doing it is to be used. Preferably, as Don said, without a
blaze of publicity."

"Sister Anna, would you
care to join us in a glass of wine?" Asked the Commandant as he
rose and moved across the room.

"Oh yes, there is
nothing in our vows that denies us a drink and I think the three of
us have earned one."

As Ron poured Don got a puzzled
look and after a moments thought asked, "What are we going to
tell the kids?"

Ron handed around the glass before
answering, "I'd thought to tell them the truth but decided that
would be a bit brutal and I sort of figured that those who'd
volunteered would figure it out for themselves. So, I suggest that we
put it across as a means of making the best use of our limited
teaching resources. They've all seen the number of teachers who have
left for one reason or another."

With a muttering of
'yes' and 'true' the three heads raised their glasses and gave their
blessings to the next generation.


There were four coaches parked outside the gymnasium
as the upper classmen made their way down the road towards it. As
seniors they no longer had to move around the campus in formation
which was one thing they were all glad of.

The lead group
of cadets consisted of Loraine Bullock, the Major who had escorted
Sister Anna, Alexander Flowers, the Colonel of Cadets and two of the
year Captains, Maxine McMillan who looked after the third years and
Gerard Gilmore, in charge of the fourth years.

"That
one belongs to that church school, St. Genevieve's." Observed
Gerry as they approached.

"Yes, and there's a sign on
the nearest one for Upper Lea Girls School, what's this all about?"
Asked Maxine, looking towards Alex.

Alex glanced over at
Loraine, who nodded in agreement, "Listen up," he began,
slowing his walk to give himself time, "A couple of weeks ago
the Commandant had a meeting with the heads of St. Genevieve's and
Upper Lea, Lorraine escorted the heads to the Commandants office. My
guess, looking at those coaches, is that this is the result of that
meeting."

"OK," said Maxine, "but what
does it actually mean for us?"

"Well, my
thoughts, and it really is only a guess," replied Alex, "is
that we are about to be separated..."

"No way,"
burst out Gerry.

"Yes, way," said Alex holding
up a hand for silence. "I'm guessing that the Commandant has
come up with a way to improve our chances of getting extracted. To do
that he needs to get us into a position where we are surrounded by
enough people to make up our extended families, and that generally
means a supply of girls. Sorry Loraine, Maxine."

"You
don't need to apologise for telling the truth Alex. And remember
guys, the only reason we aren't being followed around like some
people out there are," Loraine waved a hand in the direction of
the school gates, "is because there hasn't been a major
extraction of school kids. Yes some have been picked up but the
target has always been adults. That has got to change, you know it, I
know it and now it appears a lot of other people know it."

"Amen,"
responded Maxine.

"There's no way that they're just
going to announce, 'Hi everyone, these are the volunteers and you're
the cattle,' there'd be a riot." Said Gerry.

"It'll
be interesting to see what excuse they come up with,"
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