08-25-2016, 08:01 PM
A short piece with a reunion of sorts, before moving on to more battles in space.
While in orbit of New Sophia we got liberty, so the four of us took shore leave. There we ran into some of the ground pounders. I noticed that the 7818th NGAL was part of the contingent and after looking at the duty roster found Arlene was adjutant of 1st Troop, A Century, 2nd Cohort. So we paid them a visit, Barb had a Silver Star cluster, as well as crossed arrows on her MSM. Terry had two MSM’s as well, and Wendy added another MSM to her collection. My gold star cluster still was eye catching, let alone two Majourettes and two Lewtenettes wearing colors of the Navy and Aerospace forces walking hand in hand. The heavy side arms looked ridiculous in Barb and Terry’s shoulder holsters, while the two small laser pistols carried by the fleet types stood out on the belt holsters we had.
A very gruff Sarjenette Upper Class accompanied by a Wandii Junior Sarjenette intercepted us. “Ahemm, Mesdemoiselles may we help you?”
As de facto group leader I spoke up, “Ah yes Sarjenette you can, could you direct us to Headquarters, 1st Troop, A Century of the 2nd Cohort?”
“Um sure Ma’am there is a burned out warehouse, A Century has its HQ there, they will be able to tell you where 1st Troop is, are you part of our escort?”
“Actually yes, our ship is getting repaired, we took a Torp last week, no biggie but you know marred the paint a buckled hull….”
“I see well thanks for making our ride nice and smooth, wish I could say the same for the jokers down here, we had a devil of a time rooting out some of them, Soro bless you Mesdemoiselles.”
“Soro Bless you too Sarjenettes.” We moved down to the warehouse and met with a Lewtenette who seemed overworked, and not very observant.
“Ah yes ladies, good replacements you can wait here….”
“Err Miss Mitchell,” I said reading her name tape, “we are not replacements, I came here to find Headquarters 1st Troop…”
“Oh bloody hell, more tourists,” she said looking up and noticing the light blue and purple of our turtlenecks, and then finally eying the insignia of rank, “Er sorry Mesdemoiselles, 1st Troop they are down the street, look for the knocked out Integer and take a left in the first building.”
“Thank you Miss Mitchell.” We continued down and noticed a smoldering armored vehicle with a charred Corp logo, and walked to the building we were directed, a crude chalked sign said “Welcome to Wisdom, curtsey 1st Angels, 2-7818th NGAL.”
The guard at the door saluted us and directed us to the orderly room. “Miss Parker? The CO will see you now…”
I was beginning to think this was a bad move, having all this running around. “Cyn? Hey is wow Girl is that you?” Arlene Saunders said with a bit of shock
“Arlene? No wait Miss Saunders how are you?”
“Well you caught me at an awkward time, oh my you brought the gang, Wendy, Barb and who is this?”
“Oh this is Miss Bernard she is in the same flight as Barb, and well she and Wendy are um partnered.”
“Ah wow, my word you got a Gold Star, how in Soro’s name did you get that?” “Er, uh….”
“Silly, Cyn got it by wrecking her first ship.” Barbara said with a wink.
“You’re shitting me, they gave you a medal for wrecking a space ship…”
“Well actually the crazy idiot here, rammed said ship, with me in the bottom at my guns, into a Theta, mind you we had already taken a suicide from an even crazier Newton, and a few torpedoes.”
“Wow and I thought we had it hard, how about you too, how you fare?”
“I ran out of room under my cockpit….”
“Huh?”
“Barb has over 100 kills, highest in the group…”
“Yeah well most of them are quads, so they should only count one third….”
“Wendy you’re just jealous because you don’t have half as many…”
“Oh right, only two Trigs, a Newton, and how many last week, oh right 20 quads.”
“One of those Trigs are a shared kill…”
“True but it sure was fun Psychobabe…”
“Speaking of which that diamond looks awfully new Arlie…”
“Three days to be precise, the Century Exec bought it, so my CO got promoted and I became the new old lady of 1st Troop, how about you two what exalted positions do the terror of the skies and killer or our own ships have?”
“Barb is a Flight Mother, I am her wingmate…”
“Wendy commands the port side main battery…”
“Sounds impressive and you Cyn?”
“Oh right now I serve coffee and donuts to Ladies and other esteemed personages…”
“Come on really what do you do?”
“Well she does do that, but most of the time she spends her days in poorly lit rooms staring at arcane figures and pictures and tells others what to do…”
Seeing the lost expression on Arlene’s face I cleared things up. “I am the Assistant Battle Direction Center Watch Officette, 1st Watch for Her Imperial Majesty’s Starship Gremlin, also senior Maneuver Control Officette…”
“So ram anyone else?”
“No but did play chicken with couple of battle cruisers and a carrier last week, they lost…”
“How, well some of Barb and Terry’s friends showed up and gave them several torps up the ass, it was a beautiful thing.”
“I bet, well let me get my exec to watch the store, and I will show you gals the hotspots on New So.”
And so began our liberty on New Sophia, after several days of frolicking in the ruined streets and blasted fields, we were recalled back up to the ship. Our next assignment according to higher authority was to drive the entire Ex fleet all the way to Mathematica Prime, the Executive world of the Corporation. If we could pull this off, the war would be over. Once again the 141st was in the fray, but do to a beating we took off Orion; we were in a supporting role letting the larger 4th Huntsman Starfleet take the vanguard position. The 39th was now covering our exposed flank.
While in orbit of New Sophia we got liberty, so the four of us took shore leave. There we ran into some of the ground pounders. I noticed that the 7818th NGAL was part of the contingent and after looking at the duty roster found Arlene was adjutant of 1st Troop, A Century, 2nd Cohort. So we paid them a visit, Barb had a Silver Star cluster, as well as crossed arrows on her MSM. Terry had two MSM’s as well, and Wendy added another MSM to her collection. My gold star cluster still was eye catching, let alone two Majourettes and two Lewtenettes wearing colors of the Navy and Aerospace forces walking hand in hand. The heavy side arms looked ridiculous in Barb and Terry’s shoulder holsters, while the two small laser pistols carried by the fleet types stood out on the belt holsters we had.
A very gruff Sarjenette Upper Class accompanied by a Wandii Junior Sarjenette intercepted us. “Ahemm, Mesdemoiselles may we help you?”
As de facto group leader I spoke up, “Ah yes Sarjenette you can, could you direct us to Headquarters, 1st Troop, A Century of the 2nd Cohort?”
“Um sure Ma’am there is a burned out warehouse, A Century has its HQ there, they will be able to tell you where 1st Troop is, are you part of our escort?”
“Actually yes, our ship is getting repaired, we took a Torp last week, no biggie but you know marred the paint a buckled hull….”
“I see well thanks for making our ride nice and smooth, wish I could say the same for the jokers down here, we had a devil of a time rooting out some of them, Soro bless you Mesdemoiselles.”
“Soro Bless you too Sarjenettes.” We moved down to the warehouse and met with a Lewtenette who seemed overworked, and not very observant.
“Ah yes ladies, good replacements you can wait here….”
“Err Miss Mitchell,” I said reading her name tape, “we are not replacements, I came here to find Headquarters 1st Troop…”
“Oh bloody hell, more tourists,” she said looking up and noticing the light blue and purple of our turtlenecks, and then finally eying the insignia of rank, “Er sorry Mesdemoiselles, 1st Troop they are down the street, look for the knocked out Integer and take a left in the first building.”
“Thank you Miss Mitchell.” We continued down and noticed a smoldering armored vehicle with a charred Corp logo, and walked to the building we were directed, a crude chalked sign said “Welcome to Wisdom, curtsey 1st Angels, 2-7818th NGAL.”
The guard at the door saluted us and directed us to the orderly room. “Miss Parker? The CO will see you now…”
I was beginning to think this was a bad move, having all this running around. “Cyn? Hey is wow Girl is that you?” Arlene Saunders said with a bit of shock
“Arlene? No wait Miss Saunders how are you?”
“Well you caught me at an awkward time, oh my you brought the gang, Wendy, Barb and who is this?”
“Oh this is Miss Bernard she is in the same flight as Barb, and well she and Wendy are um partnered.”
“Ah wow, my word you got a Gold Star, how in Soro’s name did you get that?” “Er, uh….”
“Silly, Cyn got it by wrecking her first ship.” Barbara said with a wink.
“You’re shitting me, they gave you a medal for wrecking a space ship…”
“Well actually the crazy idiot here, rammed said ship, with me in the bottom at my guns, into a Theta, mind you we had already taken a suicide from an even crazier Newton, and a few torpedoes.”
“Wow and I thought we had it hard, how about you too, how you fare?”
“I ran out of room under my cockpit….”
“Huh?”
“Barb has over 100 kills, highest in the group…”
“Yeah well most of them are quads, so they should only count one third….”
“Wendy you’re just jealous because you don’t have half as many…”
“Oh right, only two Trigs, a Newton, and how many last week, oh right 20 quads.”
“One of those Trigs are a shared kill…”
“True but it sure was fun Psychobabe…”
“Speaking of which that diamond looks awfully new Arlie…”
“Three days to be precise, the Century Exec bought it, so my CO got promoted and I became the new old lady of 1st Troop, how about you two what exalted positions do the terror of the skies and killer or our own ships have?”
“Barb is a Flight Mother, I am her wingmate…”
“Wendy commands the port side main battery…”
“Sounds impressive and you Cyn?”
“Oh right now I serve coffee and donuts to Ladies and other esteemed personages…”
“Come on really what do you do?”
“Well she does do that, but most of the time she spends her days in poorly lit rooms staring at arcane figures and pictures and tells others what to do…”
Seeing the lost expression on Arlene’s face I cleared things up. “I am the Assistant Battle Direction Center Watch Officette, 1st Watch for Her Imperial Majesty’s Starship Gremlin, also senior Maneuver Control Officette…”
“So ram anyone else?”
“No but did play chicken with couple of battle cruisers and a carrier last week, they lost…”
“How, well some of Barb and Terry’s friends showed up and gave them several torps up the ass, it was a beautiful thing.”
“I bet, well let me get my exec to watch the store, and I will show you gals the hotspots on New So.”
And so began our liberty on New Sophia, after several days of frolicking in the ruined streets and blasted fields, we were recalled back up to the ship. Our next assignment according to higher authority was to drive the entire Ex fleet all the way to Mathematica Prime, the Executive world of the Corporation. If we could pull this off, the war would be over. Once again the 141st was in the fray, but do to a beating we took off Orion; we were in a supporting role letting the larger 4th Huntsman Starfleet take the vanguard position. The 39th was now covering our exposed flank.