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Who: Lt JG Ariel 'Kitten' Aurora and Captain Emily 'Havoc' Sindall
What: The aftermath of a party
Where: BSG Artemis
When: Morning before the Cylon Attack on the 12 Colonies
Lieutenant Junior Grade Ariel Aurora, callsign Kitten, hurt. More specifically, her head hurt. She couldn't recall why it hurt, in fact, she couldn't recall much of anything. The young woman had just graduated from the Academy and received her first posting a week ago. That posting had been aboard the Battlestar Artemis, a brand new Mercury-class Battlestar. It hadn't even launched yet...or had it? She seemed to recall...yes! It was about to launch, and it had launched. Most of the crew had celebrated at a party...and the rest she couldn't remember after she drank alcohol for the first time.
Opening her eyes once she remembered that she had them, her vision swam and refused to come into focus. She saw enough to know that she was in a bunk though. And what was that? Oh yes...sounds. She could hear snoring and other sounds from outside the bunk. Her mouth felt dry and her head still ached. She felt sweat and...
Eyes going wide, she looked down to see that her tank top had been pulled down on one side, exposing a breast. If exposed was the right word, for there was a hand covering it. What had happened to her bra? She always wore underwear! Maybe not standard issue, but those were ugly. Pretty, lacy, lovely underwear and there was a hand touching her boobie! Coming from a very strict military family, she hadn't ever engaged in any sexual or touched drugs or alcohol. Now...oh why couldn't she remember last night?
Deciding that maybe she didn't want to know, she moved the hand out of her tank top and set it aside. Putting her tank top back in proper place, she realized someone was laying next to her, on the inner side of the bunk. That meant luckily that she could escape and even better, maybe no one would have seen her here with...whoever it was. She didn't want to even look, she was already repressing this tragic incident. Nothing happened, and that was the story she would repeat over and over to herself. Why had the hand felt so soft though? Nevermind, she was a Viper pilot, even if she was a rookie. She could get through this, she would have to and by the gods the other person in the bunk was waking up! She didn't even have pants on, where were her pants! Did she have her panties on? Check!
Rolling out of the bunk as whoever it was grabbed for her breast again she assumed, she bolted to her feet. Displayed before her was an absolute mess, and oh no...nearly the entire squadron was there! They began clapping and whistling from where they stood or sat in the crowded bunkroom. Red faced, she grabbed her pants and stormed out. This wasn't even her bunkroom! Holding back tears till she was out in the hallway, she stepped into her pants and fastened them shut. Then she began to cry... |