Uh... HI!

by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Snowaters drifted along BS-13's unfamiliar corridors in an intoxicated fog. With Yuki and the children safely bedded down she had taken the opportunity for her first real night out since taking Rachelle's contract, over four years ago. It had been two years since her last visit with Aries and Kela, and two years was much too long. Especially after meeting Captain Crisco earlier. 'I really hafta do something about my hormones' she thought to herself. 'After a thousand years you'd think I'd have some sort of control... I guess I'll hafta neuter myself or somethin.' Around midnight the new bartender had refused to serve her anymore chocolate soy-milk. Alcohol or not, he had been trained to know when someone had reached their limit, and the lightly dressed human was well beyond that long before he'd come on duty. She'd left before he called Security, having to be bailed out of the Brig wouldn't be good for the children. Anyway she was too tired to argue.

Frustrated by BS-13's lack of female companionship (or PC attitude, she was too far gone to care at the moment) she had been trying to find her quarters when she realized that she was lost. Staggering around a corner she spotted a lone crewman carefully mopping at the deck. 'Crewman?' she thought, 'Help.' her fogged brain decided. Standing as straight as she could she brushed her dress flat, walking carefully up to the mans back. Making a noise she reached out and tapped him lightly.

Private Baka (until an hour ago, Sergeant), himself still well under the influence, turned around. He looked down, down, and down again. A fairly pretty, youngish woman was looking up at him (lets give credit here, as intoxicated as he was, Phyliss Diller would have been attractive.) Her low cut dress gave the lonely crewman quite a view from his height advantage. He grinned, forgetting that this was part of the reason he'd been put on night shift mop duty in the first place. Dropping the mop he grabbed the surprised female, pawing at her. There was the teeth grinding sound of tearing silk as his hands wandered. "Baka like" he said, trying to kiss her at the same time.

Taken by surprise Snowy struggled against the giant's natural strength. When her chocolate fogged brain finally realized what the man was doing, and intended to do, it kicked into overdrive. Adrenaline poured into the womans body, impacting the heavy intoxication caused by the chocolate. Every circuit in the her brain tripped, forgotten nightmares returned to the exhausted woman as she went on automatic. Even so her strength was no match for his. Still, when her knee snapped up, Baka had no choice but to release her for an instant.

Col. Anson was just saying goodbye to his friend Brian Griffin when they heard Baka's cry of pain. There was a snap like wood breaking and both looked down the hall. Nothing. Another bellow, this one of rage and hurt. "Around the corner, this way" Brian yelled as he started to run.

"Baka like pretty woman" they heard as the tableau came into sight. "No and never" slurred the woman, her voice rising as she spoke.

"Isn't that Snowaters?" Anson asked as he took in the scene. Eight foot plus, three hundred pounds of trained, experienced, and very drunk Space Marine was slowly advancing on the tiny woman. Her silver party dress swirled around her as she blocked his sudden attacks, occasionally allowing the bright flash of unexpected flesh as torn areas came in view.

"Yeah" Brian replied. "Looks like trouble with the locals". It took but a moment to understand why the length of wood in her hand and Baka's seeming mindless advance, a strangely familiar smile on his face. Backing up Brian pulled out a small communications device. Triggering its emergency channel he spoke a few words, level and corridor, at the same time hoping his friends had finished their own business. Naomi didn't like being interrupted. Putting away the device he silently watched as Snowaters reduced the eight foot plus mass of space marine into a quivering pile of flesh, even obviously drunk taking less than two minutes to complete the job. Swallowing he looked past the woman, 'Where was Naomi?' he thought. Their quarters weren't that far away. "Get her attention" he whispered to Anson as he dug in a hidden pocket.

Anson nodded, whatever the reason for the fight they had to get her away from the marine before she killed him. "Miss Snowaters" Col. Anson called, causing her to turn around. She spun, staring wild-eyed at the two, the broken mop handle spinning rapidly in one hand. Her torn dress flickered, seemingly to have a life of its own. 'Great' Anson thought, 'She was hunting, and ran into the wrong kind of prey. This won't look nice on the morning report. Visiting lady attacked by marine, film at eleven.' He could see Crisco's promotion number vanishing if this got out. Something needed to be done, but he was no match for this madwoman and he didn't want station security to get 'officially' involved. He could hear the wind whistle as the makeshift staff sped up. 'Where's a combat strike team when you really need one' he thought.

"So, you wanna too" she slurred, "I don't do..." Whatever she was going to say was cut off as Naomi, in hastily grabbed nightdress, hit her in the back feet first with a flying kick. Both men clearly heard the crack of impact, saw Naomi come to a dead stop in mid-air as her attack energy was transferred to the other woman. Brian fully expected to see the human sprawl flat on the deck from the impact, he'd seen Naomi hit people like that before and had full confidence the fight was over. Instead, Snowaters flipped in mid-air, her dress flowing around her like smoke as her silver party shoes spun towards the two observing men. She landed on both bare feet, falling quickly into balance. "Not even a stumble" Anson whispered, "She's good, maybe too good." Now facing her new attacker she studied the woman’s stance for a moment. With her back to the two men and the staff still spinning in her hand they could hear her challenge. "Good strike Ronan" she said, her voice betraying her rising hysteria. "Now it is my turn" she almost whispered.

"Oh merg" Brian whispered, jerking out a device as discarded silk shoes tumbled past him.

Snowaters, Star Diamond, Yuki, Eve & Dawn Copyright Mr. David R. Dorrycott