The General and the Astronaut

Introductions and Formalities

ALRIGHT, I'M JUST GOING TO SAY IT. SO IN THIS STORY, THERE WILL BE SNIPPETS OF PRESENT DAY MUSIC (this story is set in 1967). THERE WILL BE SOME SNIPPETS OF SONGS FROM 'folklore' BY TAYLOR SWIFT, AND POSSIBLY OTHER SONGS AS WELL. PLEASE DON'T ATTACK ME. ALSO, THE FANART ISN'T MINE, I AM NOT GETTING THIS ORIGINAL STORY TAKEN DOWN. Now, ONTO LE STORY!

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        You were practically bouncing in your seat with excitement by the time Chuck and you had landed. "Gee, you're barely excited," Chuck teased as you finally touched down. You playfully shoved him out of his seat. "Just go get your stuff." You said, grinning. Chuck ran off to the sleeping quarters to grab his things. You got out of your spot and stretched your sore muscles, popping your shoulders before releasing the stretch position. You grabbed your gun from the dashboard and slipped it into your holster, just in case. You made your way to the door, taking in a deep breath before hitting the button on the wall to open the door. The button beeped and the door slid open as you stepped out into the sunlight, letting it wash over you as you closed your eyes. You inhaled the fresh air and smiled, before hearing the clicking of multiple guns. Your (E/C) eyes flew open and your hand shot to your gun on instinct. You aimed at the person who was front and center, who was wearing a brown uniform and black pants (In this AU they will be wearing pants), his hair slicked back casually but regally. You would've thought he was hot if he hadn't commanded the other aliens to aim their guns at you. "Stay where you are and put your hands in the air!"

        Your heart began to race. "You first." You growled. The general sent a piercing glare to you through his tinted brown sunglasses. "Woah, woah, woah! Take a chill pill, guys!" You heard Chuck sprint to me, standing in front of me protectively. "Chu-u-uck!" You groaned quietly. "I had it under control!" You protested. "Having at least 30 guns pointed at you is what you call 'under control'?" Chuck retorted back. You sighed, eyerolling. "Chuck?!" You heard an excited male voice come from the blockade. "Stand down men." The general said. His voice was smooth and deep, and you relished it. He sounded like an egocentric asshat.

        The guns clicked as the safety was turned back on and the guns were lowered. You slipped your gun back into its holster. "Captain Baker." The general strided up to Chuck, who shook hands with him. "General Grawl," he replied. "I'd like for you to meet my little sister, (Y/F/N), or (Y/N/N)." Chuck moved to the side and revealed you to the general. You crossed your arms and gave him a skeptical glance. Chuck sighed at your behavior. The general gave you a hard look. Lord, he was hot, even if you weren't going to admit it out loud. A shorter alien (You say short because he was considerably smaller than the general) broke through the blockade, sprinting towards Chuck excitedly. "Chuck!!" The alien exclaimed. "LEM!!!" Chuck cried, jumping up and down like an excited schoolgirl. You stepped back slightly, scared of this new behavior and for your toes, which were in fact about to be squished. And guess who you bumped into? Yep, you guessed it, General Grawl. You jumped slightly and spun around to face him before grumbling an apology, an embarrassed blush dusting your cheeks. You could swear you could see the slightest trace of a smirk on his face. You resisted the urge to flip him off, squeezing your hand into a fist instead. Then he was on his merry way to observe the ship. You glanced over to Chuck and, uh, Lem, who were fangirling (or in their case, fanboying) about someone named Neera. You sighed in sudden annoyance as you realized you had left all of your things on the ship. Which meant possible interaction with the asshat. You grumbled something intelligible under your breath before stalking off to the ship. Something about that general's smirk told you he knew you'd have to go back.