GI JOE Porn Story: Diamond in the Rough Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Characters in this work (GI Joe/ Cobra) are the property of Marvel Comics, Hasbro
and Devil’s Due Publishing, Inc , and are being used without permission. No profit is gained from the use of these characters.

Rowan Michaels (a.k.a. Trigger), Mirrored Reflections, and the Diamondback are of my own creation

Thanks to: DesertFox for her work, Wolfman for answering my endless questions, JohnF. , I would not know Rowan, if I did not know you, and to Jai for the push . . .

Diamond in the Rough

By Nickelina

Tears and Joy

Prologue

The first snow fall of the year left small patches of green grass peeking through, as if it were playing an autumn game of hide and seek. Light gray clouds danced in the sky, blown by the cold wind. She blinked a tear from her eye and watched it fall. No sooner had her tear hit the ground had the next wave of snowflakes began to rain from the sky. Big fluffy snowflakes, the kind you always see in November. She blinked away another tear.

Turning her gaze away from the falling snow, she looked around the small cemetery, and noticed that there were not many in attendance. The lump that had finally faded started to form again in her throat. She couldnt remember the last time she had felt such a mixture of anger and sadness. The others should be here. They should have been there. She felt a hand grasp hers, and it broke her out of her solitude.

Are you all right? Lean into me if you have to. Ripcord whispered to her.

She blocked out his concerned voice. On the other side of the flowercovered casket, Hawk placed a medal on top of it. As he began to speak, she felt the watershed of tears begin again.

His dedication to the freedom of this nation, and the protection of this unit allowed him to give the ultimate sacrifice. For this, we thank him.

In her grief, the rest of the service was a blur. If there was anything said by the other Joes, it went unnoticed; any prayers that were offered went unheard.

At the conclusion of the service, the few who were there congregated together. She started walking toward a small corner of the cemetery. Find a place to be alone. She heard Ripcord call out after her.

Alison! Where are you going?

He began to run after her, but she did not turn around. She just wanted to be left alone. Alone; with her thoughts, her memories, and the snow.

120 miles south of Caracas, Venezuela the latest in a new string on COBRA Terrordromes was finally completed and running. Its gray exterior, not unlike the others around the world, was partially hidden by the denseness of the rain forest surrounding it. Although it was not dark yet, the searchlight dimly crept across the jungle The COBRA troops in the foliage knew that there was a prying eye watching everything they did, making sure they were keeping their own watch vigilant.

No one was to come near. COBRA had their hands in the diamond mines. A group of small, underdeveloped mines that most who lived there didnt know existed. From these mines were pulled some of the finest raw stones South America had to offer. And the mine COBRA was currently were working on had proven to be quite prosperous. If these mines couldnt give them what they needed, there was always South Africa, or the Ivory Coast. But it was best to lay low. Things always worked better when the number of hands in the pie were small. Not that Cobra needed the diamonds for profit; the organization had all the money it needed. It was a weapon they were developing now. And this would be a weapon everyone would want. The diamonds themselves could be used as collateral, to get what they wanted. People have died for diamonds, and they would again.

With the idea of a cloaking device foiled in the past, the diamonds were to outfit a laser, the most deadly that COBRA could dream of. A precisely placed perfect diamond could magnify the intensity of a laser. A beam of light so strong, it could be hot as the surface of the sun and hit the head of a pin. The Diamondback, as it was called, was not designed as a large weapon, but the prototype had worked so well that COBRA now, was making one on a grander scale. All that was needed was the diamonds. It was that thought that brought a wicked smile to Cobra Commanders face. From his viewing balcony atop the Terrordromes, he looked out the window. Pleased by what he saw, he decided to check on things in the command center.

Placing his cowl on his face, he walked down the hall to his private elevator. The ride was short and as soon as the doors opened on the operations floor, all the vipers snapped to attention. The two doors to the operations center slid open and caught four Crimson Guardsmen who were supposed to be on duty, resting on the job.

Get to work you lazy incompetent fools! You dont get paid to relax and talk! I see this again and Ill make sure that you are in the mines, digging around in the dirt, or better yet, in the refinery! Before the Commander could finish, the men were scurrying around the room.

Cobra Commander walked across the room that was full of various computer and surveillance equipment. He sat down in front a large video screen and began to survey the refinery. He was joined by his partner in this endeavor, Destro.

Do not be so harsh with them if you wish them to remain here. Destros thick Scottish brogue resonated throughout the room.

I will talk to them however I like, Destro, The Commander spat. If you would find decent people for this operation this wouldnt be a problem.

Correct me if I am wrong, Commander, but you hand-picked your men, not I.

Flustered, Cobra Commander did not reply. Destro continued, We have scouted the area, there is no reconnaissance aircraft, GI Joe and the other meddling governments have no idea we are here. No one knows there is any activity out of the ordinary.

The Commander dismisses Destro and moves on to more important matters. Why havent they brought anything from the refinery yet?

You can not simply pull the perfect diamond from he ground. However, we have had many smaller, high quality raw stones.

Well what good are those?

There are many different

Cobra Commander cut his off. We could use the smaller diamonds to enhance the lasers on our pistols. Would M.A.R.S. be interested in undertaking a project of that magnitude?

Destro was annoyed with the Commander. He walked to the small filing shelf near the doors and grabbed a file folder dropping it in the Commanders lap. M.A.R.S. has already completed reports. Perhaps you should read them when they are sent to you.

I have beenbusy. Cobra Commander flipped through the papers stopping only to look at the cost of refitting all the larger weapons. Hmm, costly.

But well worth the price.

Extensive Enterprises is already putting funds toward the refining. I couldnt possibly ask them for more.

Destro checks the time and summons one of his guards. Prepare tea. I will be in my quarters in fifteen minutes. The guard excuses himself.

You cant possibly be thinking about tea! We have a dilemma!

Correction, you have a dilemma. M.A.R.S. will be waiting on your answer. Good afternoon, Commander. Destro turned to leave, his cape swirling behind him.

Wait!

My tea is getting cold.

But

You have a mine full of diamonds, figure it out.