clone wars post exchange 2021
Wrote the second installment of an OC’s chance meeting with Scorch on a GAR waystation for @countessofbiscuit Got to write some terrible banter and had to do some character development. The title comes from a brevity code - ‘bogey dope’ is a request for information about the target.
Thanks to everyone I (repeatedly) cornered about medical information, powerlifting, and milwank.
bogey dope
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Dredged up from sleep to bleary consciousness by the insistent beep of her chrono alarm, Mehitabel oriented herself by the smell of air scrubbers and the sag of the thin mattress beneath her. No background thrum of the engines, felt as much as heard, so she wasn’t shipside, but - of course. The convoy had been late and she’d missed her outgoing connection, and she ought to be angrier about being in transient hell - oh. Oh.
In reaching for her chrono she’d rolled over into a congealing jizzbomb.
Despite the cold stickiness she smiled at the memory. Scorch, the karaoke commando, and how patiently he’d held himself still under her, waiting for her to take her pleasure with his body. She thumbed the alarm off. Nearly four hours sleep, and if she got up now she’d sleep again tonight. Not too bad. Could be worse. Like this stupid-ass planetoid she was stuck on. In. Nothing but vacuum and mynocks outside.