So how'd Klon/Polato happen, anyway? Seems like the sorta thing that has a good story behind it.
Hmph! Why are you using my first name so familiarly but addressing her by her last name?
I believe I can field this.
I was a month to six weeks after the Trydusian Five incident. Me and Bob missed it because were away on a low level gubernatorial investigation. Even then, I was still collecting the details and getting up to speed.
We were all celebrating on the middle deck after successfully thwarting a coup attempt on Kudrun.
I was in my usual position, which is to say , in the back corner nursing some cheap rye and a bag of crisps as I eye fucked various crew members. Jen had already gone to bed so I had no one to talk to.
This person walks in.
I had been keeping to myself in my room for the most part. Just going out for missions. But even I was getting a little stir crazy. More over, my personal supply of Razvot had run out. So I went to the bar on middle deck. They had a bar there and I reasoned I might be able to purchase something acceptable from there.
I wasn’t there to socialise.
She was tall. Not like the commissar but she was so boney that it emphasised her long limbs. A lot of people, especially at that point of the evening were wearing the more basic version of the uniforms, but she was still in full dress. Peaked cap and all, Looked fresh pressed. I wasn’t sure if I could actually hear her boots jingle or if I just imagined it really clearly because of the powerful way she moved. The way she surveyed the room. She had her some poise.
No on else seemed to notice her.
I attempted to purchase a crate of Razvot so I could take it back to my room and drink it in peace.
Apparently, though, from this particular venue, I could not take bottles home. That was something I had to do when we ordered resupply. From here I had to order a drink at a time.
Bitterly resigned to a long evening I order my first highball.
The way she carried herself. Her…aura. It was a little bit of the Commissar…a little bit of Mac.. a little bit of Auggy…a little bit of Yogapants.
Like a gestalt of ‘want but can’t have’ for me.
She was just perched at the bar. Scowling into her drink. I had nothing to lose.
Suddenly there is a creature at my side. Her hips bump against my own as she smooths her hair with czispy grease.
She flashes me a smile and practically purrs at me.
‘Bet you don’t get a lot of people talking to you, huh? People probably think you’re so beautiful and elite there’s no point. They think you think you’re better than us.’
I was about to respond but she beat me to it.
‘But they’re wrong. You don’t think you’re better - you know. It shows.’
She turned back to her drink.
‘I’m just another member of this unit. We all have a job to do.’
She was being diplomatic, but her cheeks were practically burning.
Girl liked to be buttered up.
It was nice.
It was nice to be approached an admired appropriately. A little respect. A little reverence. In spite of that, there was a bumptiousness.. a measure of familiarity I desired to correct.
It was hard to explain.
It might have been the inferior liquor after I had skipped dinner but I felt a need to put her in her place. What happened next did not help.
I could tell from her mannerisms and her breath that she was on some sort of meds, so I boosted them from her pants pocket. She didn’t notice, even though I took the opportunity to goose her thigh a little.
I was in the middle of regaling her with my top ten finest kill shots, and I could tell she was listening….
Totally was.
..but she was also casually reading the ingredients of my anti anxiety medication. I don’t know when she had gotten them off me but I didn’t appreciate the invasion of my personal space.
I lunged at her, but she effortlessly palmed the medication.
She pressed right against me.
She was..bigger than I had expected and that distracted me long enough for her to keep talking.
‘You know..’ she slurred
‘These dippy pills you got are just endorphin inducers. There’s really not much to them. There are better ways to release endorphins that wont give you those stomach cramps that are ruining your otherwise perfect poise.’
I challenged her assertion. She did not strike me as a medical professional, even if she was astute.
I deliberately mumbled so that she couldn’t hear me over the noise.
I leaned closer.
I nibbled on her ear lobe.
Hot breath caressed my ears.
‘put me in my place, master’
I think..it was at that point I knew I was in trouble…
[subjects face threatens to almost smile]
That…gluptak..
