Vulcan: Soldier of Fire

Chapter 1: A New life, in a Galaxy Far, Far Away

        New York Spaceport

        "Whaddya mean you have no rooms?" Vulcan shouted into the face of the young female Zan. He was fed up. A man of 36 years, former marine and mercenary, was being held up by this young snot-nosed lizard. At 6'3'' and muscular, the pyrokinetic fighter was an imposing sight. Yet, this little creature hadn't blinked since he got there.

        "I repeat, for the fifty-eighth time, that there is no more boarding available on this ship, sir."

        Vulcan huffed. "C'mon! There must be someone I can bunk with!"

        "That is a negative." The small lizard-like humanoid looked back up at him. "I suggest you go."

        The mutant placed a cigarette in his mouth. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, you win. You win."

        He walked over to the bench. The launch clock said one minute. Vulcan snapped his fingers and the cigarette lit on fire. The mutant guessed he would be stuck on Earth for a few more days. With everyone he had ever experienced.  

        "Sarge?"

        His military rank. Nearly forgotten in the chaos, known only by a select few - mostly enemies. Vulcan whirled around to see a familiar face. A woman with pink hair and dark skin. "Frost?"

        She smiled. "Hey, they told me you were looking for a room. I've got a friend, that, might be able to do me a favor."

        Vulcan grinned and tossed the cigarette away. "Frost, you are a life saver."

        She led him up the ramp into the ship. Vulcan waved sarcastically at the tiny Zan woman. She stuck her tongue out at him. Forked. Like most reptiles. He shrugged and stepped into the ship. 

     "Ah. Why are you so eager to get off-planet?" Frost looked at her old friend as she led him down a corridor. 

        Vulcan smiled. "Wanna see the galaxy!"

'        "It's more than that."

        "Yeah, maybe."

        Frost led him to a room. "We're here."

        She opened the door to reveal an eight and a half foot tall and very muscular anthropomorphic sabertooth-like woman. She was naked and had golden fur with elongated canines, feline ears, slitted eyes and large breasts. Vulcan frowned.

        The woman spoke. "Hey Frost. Who's the shrimp?"

        Frost smiled sweetly. "Teresa, this is Vulcan. He needs a temporary room. Please take care of him." She left. Vulcan thought about saying something but bit his lip instead.

        The mutant dropped his duffle bag and tossed his Giants snapback on top of it. "Hey."

        Teresa smiled and let out an annoyed sigh. She tossed him a blanket. "Sorry, I only have one bed kiddo. What's your name?"

        "I'm Vulcan." He sat down on his gear and slung the blanket oevr his shoulder. "What are you?"

        Teresa layed down on the bed. "I'm a Smilodonian, a race of what you guys call Sabertooth humanoids. I'm actually one of the shorter ones."

        Vulcan raised his eyebrows. "No shit?"

        "Yeah. The tallest are fifteen feet." She yawned and stretched. "We live up to 3000 years old."