Despite all my rage

Posted on Mon Jun 27th, 2011 @ 4:35am by Heather Osier

507 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Session 5: Rush
Location: Deep space

Andorian reggae music blared over the speakers, a thick haze encapsulated the shuttle. The control panel barely visible from the reclining chair. Heather looked was finally at ease, one with the universe, her information had tracked her ship to some mining colony, she was still 18 hours out and had time to kill.

"God... what I wouldn't do to a Bolian right now." Her hair hung down over the back of the chair, her fingers flipping lazily through a magazine stopping at one page, staring greedily at it.

Suddenly the proximity alarm sounded, and Heather tossed the magazine over her shoulder. Off the port bow, a federation marshal pulled along side her, it banked its wings back and forth once before her comm lit up.

"This is Lieutenant Shanix, Federation Marshall service, power down your engines and prepare for an inspection." The screen flicked off.

"Shit, shit..." She looked around the cabin hastily looking for the ventilation controls. "Computer vent cabin.." The air started to clear as the officer beamed aboard.

"Are you Heather Osier?" The lieutenant started coughing as he waved his hand in front of his face. "What the hell is going on in here." On the floor was several empty bags on the floor, remanents of chips, and a magazine entitled, "The exotic men of Starfleet."

"Ohhh nothing... nothing that you need to concern yourself with." Heather stood up, her blouse was unbuttoned down several buttons.

"Stay right there miss." The lieutenant held up his hand as Heather reached him. "This is an invasion of my pri"

He was cut off as Heather reached her arms around him and passionately kissed the Marshall.

Shanix at first resisted but let his guard down, it has been a while since he felt the touch of a woman. His patrols usually kept him on the fringes of the federation away from the nice things. Who was this woman?

The thought was cut short as a sharp pain pierced his back. The warm oozing of blood was filling his lungs. A second later he was on the floor, staring up at the woman who just a brief moment before was embracing him with pure passion.

Heather looked down on the Marshall with glee, the bloody knife in her hand dripped the mans blood onto his forehead. With one swift motion, she brought the knife down into his head, making his eyes roll up, his mouth to open.

At first a chuckle, then a full blown laugh as she grabbed his return transporter and beamed to the sleek federation fighter.

The inside of the federation shuttle was sleek, new, and clean. A far departure from the run down hulk that she was just in. Heather jumped into the pilots seat and spun the ship around, targeting the hulk.

"Goodbye shit tub!" The phasers powered up and blasted the old shuttle to bits. She tapped in some information and brought up the Wardens registry number, smiled and punched in the coordinates, sending the fighter to warp, and closer to her goal.

 

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