11-30-2017, 02:25 PM
November 25th, 824 - Omicron Kappa
5 am Sirius Standard Time. Sherry opened her eyes, facing the ceiling of her room. A very decent tone of orange shined against it and the walls around her. All simulated by the holographic windows to her side, giving the illusion of her quarters being part of some loft of Manhattan's skyline. But it wasn't. It was part of the Apahanta, a warship in the depths of the Omicrons. Yet, for a few moments, she allowed herself to smile, enjoying the simulated sounds of the street. Hovercars here and there, sounds of people talking in a crowd, honks, snubs in the air. To her left, everything she was missing every now and then was there. After two minutes of just taking it in, she decided to turn to her right, to see her quarters. It was right next to the bridge of the ship. Her eyes pointed at the empty space next to her. To her right, everything she was missing every now and then was missing.
Sounds of morning routine filled her bathroom minutes later. The toilet flushed, the shower rained cold water down her shivering body until she decided to turn it warm. For a few moments an electric shaver was audible, followed another two minutes of showering sounds. From the ceiling hanging down, three blow-driers took care of her wet coppery hair as she stood infront of the sink, looking at the mirror to pluck one or two tiny stray hairs of her thin eyebrows. She straigthened her hair, brushed her teeth, added lipstick with a barely visible color, mostly because it was one of those that were good for the lips. Mostly because of that. 5.40 am Sirius Standard Time. She left the bathroom, looking at the holographic windows again to see the sunrise of Manhattan. Mild smile. Moving over to her cabinet, she retrieved her underwear, a thin slip and a sport bra to keep her B-cups in place. For a moment, after having covered her private parts with the dark blue underwear, she looked at herself in the mirror of the cabinet, letting her fingers slowly slide down her skin.
The touch was self-aware, to enjoy the reality she lived in. Her captain told her to do that every now and then. The feeling of her fingers very gently pushing on the skin, the appreciation of how soft and smooth the skin was. Simple biology. She was young, not even 30 yet. Her body was in a good shape. Very athletic. Her fingertips moved over her barely visible abs. It made her smirk slightly, thinking about it. How weird must it look if there was someone else seeing her doing that? And then, how would it look when her captain did it? For a moment, her smirk evolved to a grin, and she blushed slightly, closing her mouth again as she saw herself like that in the mirror, feeling a bit embarassed. To continue, she withdrew an Apahanta suit from the cabinet, one of the many she had. She pulled it over her legs and the upper part over her lower back, then one arm in the left sleeve, then the other in the right sleeve. Adjusting, and a moment later her body was fully covered by the skin-tight suit. There was a button at the sleeve that caused the material to comfortably adjust to the skin, making it become the second skin. Well temperated, soft, not limiting her movements. Revealing the shapes but not the actual parts of her body. To a certain degree, it was weird first, in the first days of the Core. Yaren's people were often rather direct about it, most male and female people rather prefering some more casual Core uniforms, but on a spaceship, shame and luxury were tertiary. Luxury. In the end, it wasn't an issue on the Apahanta, as most crew members wore similar Apahanta suits.
Throwing her copper-colored hair back, she gave herself one final checking look, scanning for any flaws in her appearance. She was the Commander, the second-in-command. People expected professionalism from her - she thought. They were used to her professionalism, yet she herself was most proud of it. She was respected, by crew, herself and most importantly, the Captain. And it was him who came into her view the moment she left her room. His quarters were on the other side of the corridor, right infront of her own room. He was standing there, just as perfectly ready as she was, smiling at her in his typical charming way while making a step towards her. The door behind her closed automatically as she stepped out of her room, her expression as neutral as anyone expected from her. It commanded respect to all of them. The Captain however was the one who knew it was an act. An extremely well played act. "Good morning, Captain," she greeted him in a firm way.
His reaction was an even wider smirk for a very short moment. She played her role and he didn't want her to stop. It was good the way it was, so he didn't try to change it more than usual. "Good morning, Commander."
The day was one of routine, as usual. Breakfast from 6 am to 7 am, including a short daily briefing at the end, an hour later half of the crew found itself in the gym to partake in the daily morning workout to ensure fitness and health, lead by Captain and Commander. If she was honest, it was one of her highlights when the Captain was there as well. He didn't hesitate to lead and show all of the exercises. She appreciated it in two ways. One, he was a former biology and phsyical education teacher on Curacao. He was very direct when helping his crew, when talking to his people. He wasn't respected as firm authority but as the good cop, the friendly, charismatic leader. He knew how to motivate with humor, boasting and games. The crew still was small, growing smaller with the loss of their former chief engineer due to his resigning. A little more than twenty people. Everything else was handled by the reliable Kishiro Service Robots.
The second reason was because he was attractive. It was no secret there was a cliqué of female crew members who reliably showed up whenever the Captain was leading the workout. She often looked at them staring at the captain when he showed his upper body. He wasn't buff, more the athletic type. A surfer, as most of them knew. Yet his abs were quite inviting to look at, and his V-cut made even herself fantasize about his black sweatpants loosing a little to reveal more. Most of the time she tried to not look at him, as she tried to avoid suspicious blushes. She stood next to him and concentrated on the workout, yet always with weirdly treacherous thoughts. The result of having to keep distance from the crew on a battleship that rarely allows to visit solid ground. Every now and then she took a day off and moved with a shuttle to Livadia or Corinth, as they have some offers to break to monotony, but nothing was more of a reality check than actually being on a planet again, be it her home Gran Canaria or Curacao or Manhattan, her favourite world.
Surviving the workout and the refreshing shower afterwards, she jumped into her suit again and checked her appearance again. Blowdrier, flat iron, lipstick, one last smile, then she moved to the bridge. All systems needed to be checked. The ship needed repairs and general maintenance. KSR reports, crew talks, long range scans - it wasn't like there was much that needed to be done. There wasn't much that could be done by her as Commander. All she was doing was to ensure she wasn't bored more than necessary. She wanted to be useful. The crew appreciated it, as she often helped the technicians with the repairs. But this time there was nothing she could do. In those cases, she launched one of the Apahanta's remote controlled drones and scouted the area and the systems around them. This time she used the Handsome Rover, Ezrael's first drone ship. It was a Gitano Light Fighter, the cockpit stripped down to make enough place for the remote control module fabricated in the workshop of the Apahanta. One of the gifts Leon Isley left here before leaving the ship to return home to Curacao.
While she usually didn't find much interesting stuff on those patrols, this time it should be different.
Sounds of morning routine filled her bathroom minutes later. The toilet flushed, the shower rained cold water down her shivering body until she decided to turn it warm. For a few moments an electric shaver was audible, followed another two minutes of showering sounds. From the ceiling hanging down, three blow-driers took care of her wet coppery hair as she stood infront of the sink, looking at the mirror to pluck one or two tiny stray hairs of her thin eyebrows. She straigthened her hair, brushed her teeth, added lipstick with a barely visible color, mostly because it was one of those that were good for the lips. Mostly because of that. 5.40 am Sirius Standard Time. She left the bathroom, looking at the holographic windows again to see the sunrise of Manhattan. Mild smile. Moving over to her cabinet, she retrieved her underwear, a thin slip and a sport bra to keep her B-cups in place. For a moment, after having covered her private parts with the dark blue underwear, she looked at herself in the mirror of the cabinet, letting her fingers slowly slide down her skin.
The touch was self-aware, to enjoy the reality she lived in. Her captain told her to do that every now and then. The feeling of her fingers very gently pushing on the skin, the appreciation of how soft and smooth the skin was. Simple biology. She was young, not even 30 yet. Her body was in a good shape. Very athletic. Her fingertips moved over her barely visible abs. It made her smirk slightly, thinking about it. How weird must it look if there was someone else seeing her doing that? And then, how would it look when her captain did it? For a moment, her smirk evolved to a grin, and she blushed slightly, closing her mouth again as she saw herself like that in the mirror, feeling a bit embarassed. To continue, she withdrew an Apahanta suit from the cabinet, one of the many she had. She pulled it over her legs and the upper part over her lower back, then one arm in the left sleeve, then the other in the right sleeve. Adjusting, and a moment later her body was fully covered by the skin-tight suit. There was a button at the sleeve that caused the material to comfortably adjust to the skin, making it become the second skin. Well temperated, soft, not limiting her movements. Revealing the shapes but not the actual parts of her body. To a certain degree, it was weird first, in the first days of the Core. Yaren's people were often rather direct about it, most male and female people rather prefering some more casual Core uniforms, but on a spaceship, shame and luxury were tertiary. Luxury. In the end, it wasn't an issue on the Apahanta, as most crew members wore similar Apahanta suits.
Throwing her copper-colored hair back, she gave herself one final checking look, scanning for any flaws in her appearance. She was the Commander, the second-in-command. People expected professionalism from her - she thought. They were used to her professionalism, yet she herself was most proud of it. She was respected, by crew, herself and most importantly, the Captain. And it was him who came into her view the moment she left her room. His quarters were on the other side of the corridor, right infront of her own room. He was standing there, just as perfectly ready as she was, smiling at her in his typical charming way while making a step towards her. The door behind her closed automatically as she stepped out of her room, her expression as neutral as anyone expected from her. It commanded respect to all of them. The Captain however was the one who knew it was an act. An extremely well played act. "Good morning, Captain," she greeted him in a firm way.
His reaction was an even wider smirk for a very short moment. She played her role and he didn't want her to stop. It was good the way it was, so he didn't try to change it more than usual. "Good morning, Commander."
The day was one of routine, as usual. Breakfast from 6 am to 7 am, including a short daily briefing at the end, an hour later half of the crew found itself in the gym to partake in the daily morning workout to ensure fitness and health, lead by Captain and Commander. If she was honest, it was one of her highlights when the Captain was there as well. He didn't hesitate to lead and show all of the exercises. She appreciated it in two ways. One, he was a former biology and phsyical education teacher on Curacao. He was very direct when helping his crew, when talking to his people. He wasn't respected as firm authority but as the good cop, the friendly, charismatic leader. He knew how to motivate with humor, boasting and games. The crew still was small, growing smaller with the loss of their former chief engineer due to his resigning. A little more than twenty people. Everything else was handled by the reliable Kishiro Service Robots.
The second reason was because he was attractive. It was no secret there was a cliqué of female crew members who reliably showed up whenever the Captain was leading the workout. She often looked at them staring at the captain when he showed his upper body. He wasn't buff, more the athletic type. A surfer, as most of them knew. Yet his abs were quite inviting to look at, and his V-cut made even herself fantasize about his black sweatpants loosing a little to reveal more. Most of the time she tried to not look at him, as she tried to avoid suspicious blushes. She stood next to him and concentrated on the workout, yet always with weirdly treacherous thoughts. The result of having to keep distance from the crew on a battleship that rarely allows to visit solid ground. Every now and then she took a day off and moved with a shuttle to Livadia or Corinth, as they have some offers to break to monotony, but nothing was more of a reality check than actually being on a planet again, be it her home Gran Canaria or Curacao or Manhattan, her favourite world.
Surviving the workout and the refreshing shower afterwards, she jumped into her suit again and checked her appearance again. Blowdrier, flat iron, lipstick, one last smile, then she moved to the bridge. All systems needed to be checked. The ship needed repairs and general maintenance. KSR reports, crew talks, long range scans - it wasn't like there was much that needed to be done. There wasn't much that could be done by her as Commander. All she was doing was to ensure she wasn't bored more than necessary. She wanted to be useful. The crew appreciated it, as she often helped the technicians with the repairs. But this time there was nothing she could do. In those cases, she launched one of the Apahanta's remote controlled drones and scouted the area and the systems around them. This time she used the Handsome Rover, Ezrael's first drone ship. It was a Gitano Light Fighter, the cockpit stripped down to make enough place for the remote control module fabricated in the workshop of the Apahanta. One of the gifts Leon Isley left here before leaving the ship to return home to Curacao.
While she usually didn't find much interesting stuff on those patrols, this time it should be different.