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Topic: Write in the SCIENCE FICTION genre (05/10/07)
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TITLE: The Mercenaries aboard Nighthawk | Previous Challenge Entry
By Janeil Harricharan
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Pat was at the table, drinking a large mug of coffee. She had changed out of yesterday’s clothes, now dressed in a black vinyl top that exposed her midriff with a gray miniskirt. She had black boots that reached above her knees, and her body gave off a faint scent of ginseng. Her green skin was somewhat shiny this morning, and her short dark green hair curled at the end.
Tisme was quite an unusual alien. Her hazel eyes were something to look at in addition to her glossy maroon hair flowed over her shoulders down to her waist., A dark brown organism with the texture of an elephant skin covered her head, ran down her back, and had appendages that encapsulated her breasts & loins. She had long boots and wristbands made out of the same material
Jennifer stumbled into the kitchen. Her pink eyes were barely open, her crimson hair in disarray, and dressed in a blue bathrobe which was open, showing a white bra and shorts beneath.
“Well, what part of ‘wake up’ before you get out of bed didn’t you get?” Pat joked.
“I did wake up.” Jennifer replied back in a sleepy voice. “I’m standing here, right?”
Tisme did a double-take at Jennifer. “Since when does regulations allow crew to march around in bathrobes?” She took another bite into the bagel.
“Officer’s privilege.” Jennifer mumbled, fumbling for a foam cup and feeling along the wall for the water nozzle.
“I don’t know how far that would fly.” Tisme replied. “Other than rules, the boys would flip if they walked in here.”
Jennifer just glanced at Tisme with half-closed eyes, unaffected by her comment. “Where’s the water dispenser?”
“Uh, by the fridge, like where its always been?” Pat offered helpfully.
Jennifer did as Pat suggested, filling the cup with cold water. Once the cup was full, she brought it to her lips and gulped the contents down quickly.
“Man, it looks like you had a hard night. Are you okay?” Tisme offered.
“Other than having that scary dream again, I couldn’t sleep last night,” Jennifer answered. “That news statement really bothered me.”
“About the Japahari? Yeah, like what did they do to us? At most, renegade terrorists. They didn’t like blow up our fleet or something.” Pat pondered.
Jennifer washed her face in the kitchen sink, much to everyone’s surprise. Then she wiped her face with a couple paper towels.
Her behavior just got weirder.
“I have a feeling that vice-president is a puppeteer. Everything he said is just wrong; especially the sudden absence of the Councilor.” Jennifer trudged to the fridge.
“Jen? I know it may be weird, and I don’t know a lot about the Imperial Galactic Alliance, but I do know you should get a pants on before any of the boys come back here.” Tisme pointed out.
Jennifer gave an irritated sigh, shrugging her shoulders. “Whatever.” She slowly started to make her way back to her quarters.
Pat slid the coffee cup to the center of the table. “Well, that ends that. What are you going to do?”
“I’ll check on Petrie and see how he’s doing.” Tisme said. “You?”
“Ah, I guess I’ll just hang around the landing bay until the guys come back,” Pat replied, rising to her feet and making a beeline down the hall. “Later!”
“Yeah, later.” Tisme answered half-heartedly.
Tisme headed back to the cockpit of the Nighthawk. Upon arrival, she sat down in the co-pilot’s seat, relieved of her somewhat long morning routine.
Petrie was at the science station, adjusting the frequencies of the scanners and monitoring for anything that may seem unusual. He worked at a moderately fast pace, the glow of the screen illuminating his pterodactyl form.
“How’s it coming along?” Pysme called over her shoulder.
“So far, so good.” Petrie replied. “You?”
“Eh, okay, I guess. Just a weird morning and an even weirder night.” Tisme replied, starting to study the readouts that were being brought in by the sensor array. “How far away are we from Waystation Setai?”
“About an hour's jump from here. As soon as they get back from the other trade station, we can deliver our goods.” Petrie answered.
“No pirates around, right? I can't wait...”.
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