1. Retired- Chapter Three – Praetorian Guard


    Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Grand Marshal entered the room. She stopped in front of my guardsman and held her hand out palm downward. My guardsman lifted his scanner plate and placed it under her hand while the second one passed a sniffer wand over her. The sniffer registered her side arm and both knives on her leg but no other weapons. And the identity plate confirmed her identity. She then motioned for the other soldiers to follow her lead. After the soldiers had been scanned, the group started into the house. “Those two have not been scanned,” I said softly, as the emperor and empress entered. Even the Grand Marshal stared at me. I smiled and looked at her and the emperor. “Can any of you absolutely guarantee me that they are not imposters?” “That is the emperor, I know this for a fact,” Pralla said softly. “Has he been in your eyesight since the last time he was identity scanned?” “No. He has been under the care of the Platinum unit.” “Then all you have is their word of his identity.” The emperor started to laugh. “I knew you were going to shake things up.” He then turned to my soldier. “Would you please be so kind as to scan my wife and I so we can visit our son and daughter-in-law?” “It would be my honor, your majesty.” Once they were verified they were guided into the dining room area. I moved to the door of the prince’s bedroom. They opened the door to step out a couple minutes later. “You highness, if you will please place your hand on the identity scanner?” I requested. The prince smiled, “I ...
    wondered how badly you were going to change things. You don’t even trust yourself do you?” “Your highness, I trust only what I know for a fact. There are only a few facts. You have been out of my eyesight while you slept so I will need to confirm your identity before I can allow access to the emperor.” He nodded and held his hand out. We took my support battalion prisoner every morning for my first week. On the eighth morning, I walked into the barracks to be greeted by two soldiers on guard duty. As I walked the barracks I saw and greeted each of the fire watch, sitting in their chairs. I left them alone that morning. They had learned the lesson I was trying to teach them and they had come up with the answer themselves. Our morning run that day was bright and cheerful. All of the soldiers had smiles on their faces because they felt they had gotten one over on me. Today I would start on lesson number two. As we stood in formation after the run I spoke to the colonel. “Who is the bad ass of the group? Which one of the soldiers has a reputation for being able to fight?” “Sergeant Spassus is an exhibition fighter.” “Perfect,” I said, as I turned to the Battalion. “I need a sparring partner, Sergeant Spassus. Would you be so kind as to come forward and teach me how to fight?” The sergeant ran forward and stood in front of me as he saluted. “Sergeant Spassus reporting for my ass-kicking, sir.” I smiled at him. “If you know how this is going to go, let’s make it interesting.” I took ...
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