09-02-2016, 04:50 PM
Thanks all again, Well time to close out Chapter 3, and on a high note.
Gold-digging: We never did recover anyone from the VNB, is seems they were all blown out and for some strange reason none were wearing vacuum suits. The Loss of Ms Rivera and five other officettes were felt hard in the command branch. Aside from our own losses we suffered only minor damage to two of the Saturns. The Hotspur was dispatched back to Goddard to let Princess Nicole know the good news regarding Goldstone.
We waited for the rest of the task force to arrive and then the ground troops landed and secured the five planets in the system. The rump of ATG 78 was tasked to guard Kuwait, and so we lost the Dependable back to that unit, leaving us with four battle cruisers, the damaged Pacificator and our cruiser and destroyer screen sans the Hotspur. Her Grace decided that the 45th would assume the role of the van while the 85th was to become the main garrison for Goldstone. Although we were not happy with this decision, it was understandable since the Pacificator was damaged and under manned, especially in command staff personnel.
To make things even less enjoyable our attachments from the 41st, the Dowager and Doberman along with two more Saturns and three Tyche’s and the Haptic were stripped away. This left us with the Pacificator, Dragoon, and Debutante along with the Gremlin, six Saturns, the Hooligan and three Tyches. The frigates and corvettes were likewise transferred to the Task Force. For the time being we waited as we were not to move until a signal from TF Stacy reached us. This gave us plenty of time to catch up on more personal issues. Unfortunately fate would leave me out of most of the fun and games that went on at the liberty bases on Goldstone.
I was busy trying to get things settled down with the command staff, losing the entire VNB 1st Watch was rough, even worse with the Executive amongst the fallen, the entire command staff fell on my shoulders. Kommandettes Walker (Weapons) and Evans (Engineering) did all they could but as the senior Command branch most of the tasks fell to me. Lady Samantha was very patient but also realized that someone with much greater seniority than me was needed for the task. Unfortunately she could only pull people from Lady Elizabeth’s now weakened command.
I was busy handling a report from the navigation section when I was summoned to the flag bridge. I arrived in a bedraggled state, as I have had very little rest since the battle; however I noticed that Lady Samantha was not in much better form.
“Ah Ms. Parker please stand easy Lady Elizabeth is concerned for the well being of the Pacificator, and knows that we need some help, however that help is not without a price, and you my dear are that price.”
“Uh Ma’am?”
“Oh we are not going to stake you out or something like that but, it seems that the Doberman’s executive has dreadnought experience and is willing to come to the Pacificator to take over, however her replacement is from the Debutante which is fine since the Debutante is staying with us, but the replacement for the Debutante is the Executive or the Foxglove, a Saturn class cruiser from the 45th. And well since the 45th is going to be leaving us as soon as we get the news from Arch Duchess Stacy, they need someone to be to fill in their gap. And well one of my officettes has a bit of a reputation of being a independent thinker as well as very good at her job, and so Lady Amanda, the TGR of the 45th has made the transfer of this fire eater a condition for the deal.”
“Uhh…”
“Don’t be modest my dear, as much as I hate to lose you, we are not going anyplace and there is a light cruiser that needs a skilled Officette so this is perfect opportunity…”
“But how about my other considerations or issues?” I feebly protested.
“Oh well you know needs of the service come first, but since the Foxglove and her friends are not leaving right away I suggest you use the time here at Goldstone to the best, and oh by the way you are relieved of duty as BDCO to help free up you plate for those ah, other considerations, Dismissed Ms. Parker.”
I left the flag bridge feeling very dejected, although the posting as the Executive of a capital ship was the next rung in the promotion ladder, I was not ready for it nor was I ready to leave my partner and friends. However I knew that since both the Debutante and the Gremlin were to remain with the Pacificator that they would be relatively safe on garrison duties. Besides as Lady Samantha said the Foxglove was not going anyplace any time soon, so I grabbed my duffel and took the first shuttle down to Goldstone.
“Ms. Parker?” inquired a young Lewtenette in SAN services colors.
“Yes Miss Nicholson, that is me.”
“Uh Ma’am we have arranged transportation to Resort 14 your party is already there at Bungalow 5.”
“Ok very good has my baggage already arrived?”
“Yes Ma’am just check in with the front office and they will check you in...”
I thanked her and then headed out to where a LUCV (Jeep) was waiting and took the drive from the shuttle port to the liberty base known as Resort 14. The downside of shore dress is that riding long distances in the jumper can be quite irritating, my hose were bunching in the most inappropriate places and the turtleneck was getting rather warm for the semi-arid conditions of Goldstone. However regulations required the wear of a uniform until arrival to the liberty base. My driver a Sarjenette Lower Class was much more comfortable in the light olive drab work uniform of the Ground Forces.
Two hours later we arrived at Resort 14, a sorry collection of ten temporary shelters arrayed around a large central court yard in clusters of four, with one serving as the front office and another as common hall for group activities. However three things made Resort 14 stand out from a normal base, first the large tarp covered inflatable pool, and two semi-submerged structures that later turned out to be a Zero G Volly Ball court and full workout gym.
The LUCV or Lucy stopped in front of the office and I got out and headed in, before I even got to the door the Lucy was speeding back towards the shuttle port. Behind the desk was a Lewtenette wearing the planetary duty dress with the colors of Combat Command. That made perfect sense as the quartermistress department of Combat Command runs all of the liberty bases.
“Ah good afternoon Ma’am, are you a guest or visitor?”
“Um I guess I am a guest…”
“Very good we have a nice room in Bungalow 8 available…”
“Excuse me Miss…Marquez I was informed I was going to be staying at Bungalow 5.”
“Oh, well we already have a party there Ma’am, but I am new here myself so perhaps we do have your reservation, may I see your IDENT card please?”
I handed over my card and she swiped it, soon after the confirmation of the reservation came back.
“Ah yes very good Ms. Parker you are here for a indeterminate stay, according to my predecessors notes, we tried to inform the other guests at the Bungalow but they went off on a three day excursion they will be back sometime tomorrow.”
“Ok well I guess I will go stag for today, Can you recommend anything?”
“Well the pool is always nice and we have a fully functional Zero G V ball court...”
“Ah no thanks, I have my fill of no gravity for a while, perhaps the pool, what is the dress code”
“Ma’am?”
“Dress code you know what clothing is appropriate etc?”
“Oh uh well you must have your bikini line covered when in the common dining area but other than that there is no dress code, except maybe at the evening balls but that is up to choice the service center has a whole range of body paints for those who enjoy the illusion of clothing. Other than that clothing is purely optional.”
“Ah right, damn I have been in space too long, well thank you Lewtenette, I can find my own way.”
“Uh yes Ma’am….oh wait, I have a package addressed to you from a Lady Janice Goodman, a friend of yours?”
“Not that I am aware of, but I will take it all the same.”
With that I headed out to my new temporary home, or Bungalow 5. Along the way I was examining the package and noticed it had a fleet posting, but from the 45th ATG not the 85th. Curious I opened it up and then nearly ran into someone heading for the pool. As I dropped the velvet covered case.
“Hey watch it!” Shouted the indignant lady; totally unaware or unconcerned about the triple chevrons on my tunic.
However I wasn’t interested in her as I reached down and picked up the case and before opening it read the letter from Wannaxae Catherine Volkberg, well written on her behalf as they were a combination of appointment orders to the 452nd Cruiser Squadron, 45th Attack Task Group, as executive of Her Imperial Majesty’s Star Ship the Fast Attack Cruiser 349 named Foxglove effective today and promotion orders to rank of Kommandette also effective this day. There was a note from Lady Amanda the TGR of the 45th saying that she could not have a Kaptain, even one with my experience be posted as an executive of a ship the caliber of the Foxglove, but a newly frocked Kommandette is a different story. In a state of semi-shock I found my way to Bungalow 5.
My first impression was what a mess, it seemed my companions forgot basic housekeeping, two sets of shore dress were draped across the arm of the sofa one was light blue the other purple and both with the diamonds of Majourettes. I opened the sparsely used closet and saw another set also in purple but with the three chevrons of a Kaptain hung more or less on a wire hanger. There were also various types of civilian clothing and three regulation duffels that looked like they had not been opened much. I changed out of my shore dress into a set of ship board duty dress, as I did not have any civilian clothing to speak of, nor being a space bunny did I have much in the way of a tan and would be raw meat if I went outside without anything on. I took off my Kaptain Chevrons and swapped them with the four points of a Kommandette along with swapping out the insignia of the 85th for that of the 45th, and went about cleaning up most of the mess.
I then went out to the service center and purchased s few sets of civilian clothing, one nice dress, two shorts and tanks and a bikini, along with one set of bush clothing just in case I wanted to go explore the local environs. I then changed into one of the shorts and a tank top and decided I was too tired to fix my own meal and went to the common room. After a nice quiet meal, and yes the dress code was enforced there, the other guests I saw were wearing cover ups, as I noticed the night air had a bit of chill to it, unlike the heat of the day, I headed back to the bungalow and took a quick shower and fell instantly asleep.
I woke up hearing voices in the other room. “Funny I don’t remember requesting room service, where the heck is my uniform?” This was Wendy
“I don’t know Wendy, you and Terri just tore them off and threw them someplace…” Barbara commented
“Well Barb, we aren’t respectable Madame Kaptains either, so we can be a bit careless, now where in Soro’s name is it…Hey Ter did you do the dishes before we left?” Wendy replied
“Ah naw, not me, must have been room service, but damn they seemed to have done a spotty job of it…hey if you find my SD’s let me know too.” Terri responded from the Kitchen.
“Did either of you two knuckleheads try the closet?” Barbara again
“Naw, but good point, hmm let me see…. Uh Barb, are you two timing?’ Wendy, heard some rumbling in the closet
“What do you mean?” Barbara asked.
“Well girl this here is the shore dress, of someone from the 45th ATG, and we don’t know anyone from that outfit do we Ter?” Wendy said/
“No we sure don’t besides those 4 points means she is out of our league, Madame Kaptain…” Terri Replied
“Knock it off you too, well maybe the front office made a mistake, whoever it is probably out so when she returns we will have to see what gives, in the mean time I am going to hit the shower and go to bed, what are you two going to do?” Barbara, said with a yawn.
“Oh Ter here wants a round of V ball, so we are going to change and go to the courts.” Wendy stated.
“Ok just be back for dinner….” Barbara said before being cut off.
“Yes Mommy we will…” Terri snidely replied
“Go get I am bushed.” Barbara said
I heard her head to the shower and turn it on, in the mean time Wendy and Terry were talking. “You know it sucks for her, and poor Cyn stuck on that awful ship, of all the rotten luck.”
“Yeah well perhaps Barb will be feeling better at dinner, let’s go before the courts fill up.”
A few minutes later the shower turned off and without turning on the lights, Barbara climbed into bed; it wasn’t until she rolled over and bumped into me that she noticed another person in bed.
“What…oh my uh excuse me but this is my bed…..”
“Ok, then I guess I should leave….”
“Cyn!, what on earth are you doing here, no strike that, when did you get here?”
“Oh last night, you know you three are such sloppy house guests…’
“Oh right so that is your stuff in the other room….”
“Yes sort of a mixed blessing…”
“You mean the transfer and promotion, what ship?”
“The Foxglove, she is a light cruiser, I haven’t reported yet.”
“Oh well don’t worry about that, we have a lot of catching up to do….” She said before smothering me in kisses, needless to say we did not get much sleep in before the other two showed up and our lovemaking was intense and I guess loud enough.
“See she is two timing, the whore, maybe we should do something….Yoo Hoo we are home!” Wendy shouted.
I was on the bottom so they did not see my face when they entered the room. ‘I know you are hard up Barbara but jeeze who is your new fling some staff wanker?”
“Ah no, and be nice to a superior….”
“Oh come off it you are going to pull that crap, how low can you go, besides what will Cynthia think?” Terri retorted
“I don’t know why don’t we ask her?” Barbara said smugly.
“Huh?” They both said nearly in unison
At this point I decided to make my introduction, squirming out from under my partner, “Ask me what Wendy?”
“Er uh hi Cyn, whew what a relief, by the way where is your uniform….”
“It should be in the closet, unless you moved it…”
“That is yours?”
“But what gives….er congrats but why the 45th?”
“Long story, short version I was requested and given an offer I very well could not refuse, as for the 4th point, well that goes with the territory of being an Executive on a cruiser.”
“Damn girl, at this rate you will have your own ship soon, I definitely chose the wrong specialty? When are you departing?”
“Don’t know we are waiting for word from TF Stacy.”
“Well then I see you are not wasting any time, so let’s party like there is no tomorrow.” And for the rest of my stay we did exactly that.
Gold-digging: We never did recover anyone from the VNB, is seems they were all blown out and for some strange reason none were wearing vacuum suits. The Loss of Ms Rivera and five other officettes were felt hard in the command branch. Aside from our own losses we suffered only minor damage to two of the Saturns. The Hotspur was dispatched back to Goddard to let Princess Nicole know the good news regarding Goldstone.
We waited for the rest of the task force to arrive and then the ground troops landed and secured the five planets in the system. The rump of ATG 78 was tasked to guard Kuwait, and so we lost the Dependable back to that unit, leaving us with four battle cruisers, the damaged Pacificator and our cruiser and destroyer screen sans the Hotspur. Her Grace decided that the 45th would assume the role of the van while the 85th was to become the main garrison for Goldstone. Although we were not happy with this decision, it was understandable since the Pacificator was damaged and under manned, especially in command staff personnel.
To make things even less enjoyable our attachments from the 41st, the Dowager and Doberman along with two more Saturns and three Tyche’s and the Haptic were stripped away. This left us with the Pacificator, Dragoon, and Debutante along with the Gremlin, six Saturns, the Hooligan and three Tyches. The frigates and corvettes were likewise transferred to the Task Force. For the time being we waited as we were not to move until a signal from TF Stacy reached us. This gave us plenty of time to catch up on more personal issues. Unfortunately fate would leave me out of most of the fun and games that went on at the liberty bases on Goldstone.
I was busy trying to get things settled down with the command staff, losing the entire VNB 1st Watch was rough, even worse with the Executive amongst the fallen, the entire command staff fell on my shoulders. Kommandettes Walker (Weapons) and Evans (Engineering) did all they could but as the senior Command branch most of the tasks fell to me. Lady Samantha was very patient but also realized that someone with much greater seniority than me was needed for the task. Unfortunately she could only pull people from Lady Elizabeth’s now weakened command.
I was busy handling a report from the navigation section when I was summoned to the flag bridge. I arrived in a bedraggled state, as I have had very little rest since the battle; however I noticed that Lady Samantha was not in much better form.
“Ah Ms. Parker please stand easy Lady Elizabeth is concerned for the well being of the Pacificator, and knows that we need some help, however that help is not without a price, and you my dear are that price.”
“Uh Ma’am?”
“Oh we are not going to stake you out or something like that but, it seems that the Doberman’s executive has dreadnought experience and is willing to come to the Pacificator to take over, however her replacement is from the Debutante which is fine since the Debutante is staying with us, but the replacement for the Debutante is the Executive or the Foxglove, a Saturn class cruiser from the 45th. And well since the 45th is going to be leaving us as soon as we get the news from Arch Duchess Stacy, they need someone to be to fill in their gap. And well one of my officettes has a bit of a reputation of being a independent thinker as well as very good at her job, and so Lady Amanda, the TGR of the 45th has made the transfer of this fire eater a condition for the deal.”
“Uhh…”
“Don’t be modest my dear, as much as I hate to lose you, we are not going anyplace and there is a light cruiser that needs a skilled Officette so this is perfect opportunity…”
“But how about my other considerations or issues?” I feebly protested.
“Oh well you know needs of the service come first, but since the Foxglove and her friends are not leaving right away I suggest you use the time here at Goldstone to the best, and oh by the way you are relieved of duty as BDCO to help free up you plate for those ah, other considerations, Dismissed Ms. Parker.”
I left the flag bridge feeling very dejected, although the posting as the Executive of a capital ship was the next rung in the promotion ladder, I was not ready for it nor was I ready to leave my partner and friends. However I knew that since both the Debutante and the Gremlin were to remain with the Pacificator that they would be relatively safe on garrison duties. Besides as Lady Samantha said the Foxglove was not going anyplace any time soon, so I grabbed my duffel and took the first shuttle down to Goldstone.
“Ms. Parker?” inquired a young Lewtenette in SAN services colors.
“Yes Miss Nicholson, that is me.”
“Uh Ma’am we have arranged transportation to Resort 14 your party is already there at Bungalow 5.”
“Ok very good has my baggage already arrived?”
“Yes Ma’am just check in with the front office and they will check you in...”
I thanked her and then headed out to where a LUCV (Jeep) was waiting and took the drive from the shuttle port to the liberty base known as Resort 14. The downside of shore dress is that riding long distances in the jumper can be quite irritating, my hose were bunching in the most inappropriate places and the turtleneck was getting rather warm for the semi-arid conditions of Goldstone. However regulations required the wear of a uniform until arrival to the liberty base. My driver a Sarjenette Lower Class was much more comfortable in the light olive drab work uniform of the Ground Forces.
Two hours later we arrived at Resort 14, a sorry collection of ten temporary shelters arrayed around a large central court yard in clusters of four, with one serving as the front office and another as common hall for group activities. However three things made Resort 14 stand out from a normal base, first the large tarp covered inflatable pool, and two semi-submerged structures that later turned out to be a Zero G Volly Ball court and full workout gym.
The LUCV or Lucy stopped in front of the office and I got out and headed in, before I even got to the door the Lucy was speeding back towards the shuttle port. Behind the desk was a Lewtenette wearing the planetary duty dress with the colors of Combat Command. That made perfect sense as the quartermistress department of Combat Command runs all of the liberty bases.
“Ah good afternoon Ma’am, are you a guest or visitor?”
“Um I guess I am a guest…”
“Very good we have a nice room in Bungalow 8 available…”
“Excuse me Miss…Marquez I was informed I was going to be staying at Bungalow 5.”
“Oh, well we already have a party there Ma’am, but I am new here myself so perhaps we do have your reservation, may I see your IDENT card please?”
I handed over my card and she swiped it, soon after the confirmation of the reservation came back.
“Ah yes very good Ms. Parker you are here for a indeterminate stay, according to my predecessors notes, we tried to inform the other guests at the Bungalow but they went off on a three day excursion they will be back sometime tomorrow.”
“Ok well I guess I will go stag for today, Can you recommend anything?”
“Well the pool is always nice and we have a fully functional Zero G V ball court...”
“Ah no thanks, I have my fill of no gravity for a while, perhaps the pool, what is the dress code”
“Ma’am?”
“Dress code you know what clothing is appropriate etc?”
“Oh uh well you must have your bikini line covered when in the common dining area but other than that there is no dress code, except maybe at the evening balls but that is up to choice the service center has a whole range of body paints for those who enjoy the illusion of clothing. Other than that clothing is purely optional.”
“Ah right, damn I have been in space too long, well thank you Lewtenette, I can find my own way.”
“Uh yes Ma’am….oh wait, I have a package addressed to you from a Lady Janice Goodman, a friend of yours?”
“Not that I am aware of, but I will take it all the same.”
With that I headed out to my new temporary home, or Bungalow 5. Along the way I was examining the package and noticed it had a fleet posting, but from the 45th ATG not the 85th. Curious I opened it up and then nearly ran into someone heading for the pool. As I dropped the velvet covered case.
“Hey watch it!” Shouted the indignant lady; totally unaware or unconcerned about the triple chevrons on my tunic.
However I wasn’t interested in her as I reached down and picked up the case and before opening it read the letter from Wannaxae Catherine Volkberg, well written on her behalf as they were a combination of appointment orders to the 452nd Cruiser Squadron, 45th Attack Task Group, as executive of Her Imperial Majesty’s Star Ship the Fast Attack Cruiser 349 named Foxglove effective today and promotion orders to rank of Kommandette also effective this day. There was a note from Lady Amanda the TGR of the 45th saying that she could not have a Kaptain, even one with my experience be posted as an executive of a ship the caliber of the Foxglove, but a newly frocked Kommandette is a different story. In a state of semi-shock I found my way to Bungalow 5.
My first impression was what a mess, it seemed my companions forgot basic housekeeping, two sets of shore dress were draped across the arm of the sofa one was light blue the other purple and both with the diamonds of Majourettes. I opened the sparsely used closet and saw another set also in purple but with the three chevrons of a Kaptain hung more or less on a wire hanger. There were also various types of civilian clothing and three regulation duffels that looked like they had not been opened much. I changed out of my shore dress into a set of ship board duty dress, as I did not have any civilian clothing to speak of, nor being a space bunny did I have much in the way of a tan and would be raw meat if I went outside without anything on. I took off my Kaptain Chevrons and swapped them with the four points of a Kommandette along with swapping out the insignia of the 85th for that of the 45th, and went about cleaning up most of the mess.
I then went out to the service center and purchased s few sets of civilian clothing, one nice dress, two shorts and tanks and a bikini, along with one set of bush clothing just in case I wanted to go explore the local environs. I then changed into one of the shorts and a tank top and decided I was too tired to fix my own meal and went to the common room. After a nice quiet meal, and yes the dress code was enforced there, the other guests I saw were wearing cover ups, as I noticed the night air had a bit of chill to it, unlike the heat of the day, I headed back to the bungalow and took a quick shower and fell instantly asleep.
I woke up hearing voices in the other room. “Funny I don’t remember requesting room service, where the heck is my uniform?” This was Wendy
“I don’t know Wendy, you and Terri just tore them off and threw them someplace…” Barbara commented
“Well Barb, we aren’t respectable Madame Kaptains either, so we can be a bit careless, now where in Soro’s name is it…Hey Ter did you do the dishes before we left?” Wendy replied
“Ah naw, not me, must have been room service, but damn they seemed to have done a spotty job of it…hey if you find my SD’s let me know too.” Terri responded from the Kitchen.
“Did either of you two knuckleheads try the closet?” Barbara again
“Naw, but good point, hmm let me see…. Uh Barb, are you two timing?’ Wendy, heard some rumbling in the closet
“What do you mean?” Barbara asked.
“Well girl this here is the shore dress, of someone from the 45th ATG, and we don’t know anyone from that outfit do we Ter?” Wendy said/
“No we sure don’t besides those 4 points means she is out of our league, Madame Kaptain…” Terri Replied
“Knock it off you too, well maybe the front office made a mistake, whoever it is probably out so when she returns we will have to see what gives, in the mean time I am going to hit the shower and go to bed, what are you two going to do?” Barbara, said with a yawn.
“Oh Ter here wants a round of V ball, so we are going to change and go to the courts.” Wendy stated.
“Ok just be back for dinner….” Barbara said before being cut off.
“Yes Mommy we will…” Terri snidely replied
“Go get I am bushed.” Barbara said
I heard her head to the shower and turn it on, in the mean time Wendy and Terry were talking. “You know it sucks for her, and poor Cyn stuck on that awful ship, of all the rotten luck.”
“Yeah well perhaps Barb will be feeling better at dinner, let’s go before the courts fill up.”
A few minutes later the shower turned off and without turning on the lights, Barbara climbed into bed; it wasn’t until she rolled over and bumped into me that she noticed another person in bed.
“What…oh my uh excuse me but this is my bed…..”
“Ok, then I guess I should leave….”
“Cyn!, what on earth are you doing here, no strike that, when did you get here?”
“Oh last night, you know you three are such sloppy house guests…’
“Oh right so that is your stuff in the other room….”
“Yes sort of a mixed blessing…”
“You mean the transfer and promotion, what ship?”
“The Foxglove, she is a light cruiser, I haven’t reported yet.”
“Oh well don’t worry about that, we have a lot of catching up to do….” She said before smothering me in kisses, needless to say we did not get much sleep in before the other two showed up and our lovemaking was intense and I guess loud enough.
“See she is two timing, the whore, maybe we should do something….Yoo Hoo we are home!” Wendy shouted.
I was on the bottom so they did not see my face when they entered the room. ‘I know you are hard up Barbara but jeeze who is your new fling some staff wanker?”
“Ah no, and be nice to a superior….”
“Oh come off it you are going to pull that crap, how low can you go, besides what will Cynthia think?” Terri retorted
“I don’t know why don’t we ask her?” Barbara said smugly.
“Huh?” They both said nearly in unison
At this point I decided to make my introduction, squirming out from under my partner, “Ask me what Wendy?”
“Er uh hi Cyn, whew what a relief, by the way where is your uniform….”
“It should be in the closet, unless you moved it…”
“That is yours?”
“But what gives….er congrats but why the 45th?”
“Long story, short version I was requested and given an offer I very well could not refuse, as for the 4th point, well that goes with the territory of being an Executive on a cruiser.”
“Damn girl, at this rate you will have your own ship soon, I definitely chose the wrong specialty? When are you departing?”
“Don’t know we are waiting for word from TF Stacy.”
“Well then I see you are not wasting any time, so let’s party like there is no tomorrow.” And for the rest of my stay we did exactly that.