Meeting Stacey and Stacey
"Stacey Adele Robinson, get back here this instant!"
"Moo-mm! I'm just waiting to get an autograph..."
"Oh, I don't suppose it can hurt too much, but make sure you head back home in time, remember you have your voxcat show at nine..."
"Are you sure you have the right commissar? I'm no one's hero..." Michael said, humbly. "Oh, like this place would bring crowds of Commissars... I heard Commissar Oktar was visiting..." "I'm not Commissar-General Verlaine Oktar, although, I have spoken with him to-day." He enunciated the break, marking his low gothic as one flavoured with inflections of Terra's institutions of learning. "Ohh, he's so dreamy..." Stacey gushed.
The weather was miserable, and it was only getting darker, now that the sun wasn't illuminating, however feebly, the back of the rainclouds. "We need to close up, troops, why are these civilians still here?" Michael asked Sniper-Specialist Vicky Tane, brusquely, then catching himself, he didn't need to read the riot act to anyone for only being ten minutes late, after all. "They came for your autograph sir, and asked us questions, apparently for a paper they're writing for school." Tane kept her opinion of how truthful a motive that was to herself. Michael took a long look, saw the girl who'd been asking him about the Commissar-General earlier, and another girl, Linda, who must have been her classmate, maybe even room-mate, letting her into her personal space like that. "These streets are not safe, rouse up another trooper, we'll escort them home, Tane." Vicki didn't know the Commissar, or 'Michael', like the others called him, that well, she figured he'd want 'presentable' troops though, so she called on Bandpiper first class Dabloo Lihne to join them. The tall, lanky regimental musician was easy enough on the eyes, and like the rest of the 'colours' section, kept his uniform in pristine condition. She thought this might help keep the two teenage girls in line. His 'pipes', a local approximation of panpipes, were kept well above regimental shininess, and attracted attention wherever he went, however, so she suggested he leave those in his billet. Meanwhile, Michael went to tender the offer of escort to the civilians, apparently clueless as to their real purpose here. "Fair Damsels." This address got giggles from both of them. "We can't let you go out into the mean streets here without an escort, myself, Piper Lihne, and Specialist Tane will escort you back to your home." "Why thank you Sir, we are much obliged." They replied, trying, and failing, to ape his dialect, the Sabbat Worlds were just too far from Terra in distance, and inclination. "Tane, lead us, I'll bring up the rear with Lihne." Well there goes that fantasy, Tane told herself, I'd have loved to bring up the rear to Lihne's leading, and even the Commissar's rumored exploits led her to believe he might have a rear side worth a covert glance or two... The two girls were chattering, asking Lihne and the commissar about their homeworlds, shocked that the entire regiment was composed of Terran-born. Michael's medals also got a glance or two, from the girls, and from Vicki, who the girls had been ignoring. Probably just jealousy, Vicki was known as 'that smoky blonde' for a reason, and the shortest of the two girls would give her fair competition, once she was old enough, in truth. A short walk later, past some gang members who knew better than to take on even one soldier with a pistol, let alone a Commissar's chainsword, they arrived back to the hab block, leaving Tane and Lihne behind, Michael went with the girls to the lift, dropping Linda off on the fifth floor, and riding with Stacey onto the seventh. "Stacey!" Her mom called. "Your show is on, and you're late!" Ire in her voice, opening the door to Michael's chest, blocking her view of her daughter while he was knocking, poltely. "Ahem, sorry Sir!" The daughter's school bag read Robinson, so he assumed that was their name. She was a civlian, she didn't need to go through the folderol, Michael thought. And... she looks like an older version of her daughter, it's uncanny. Blonde, lithe, and wearing sports clothing that had seen better days, the same logo as on her daughter's so apparently, they'd gone to the same scholam, possibly both on a sports scholarship. "Ma'am, your daughter was visiting our regiment, gathering school materials. It seemed fitting to give her an escort back to her hab." "Would you like some Tea, General-Colonel-Major-Sir? It's a night not fit for man nor beast out there..." She couldn't read insignia either, but she was doing her very best to give him a good impression, it seemed. "I can't, Mrs. Robinson, perhaps another time, but I must rejoin my comrades, and return to my billet." She straightened, which did... interesting things to her figure. Michael grit his teeth, focus Michael! he told himself, and took the lift back down. Lihne and Tane thought they were fooling their respective teams, but they weren't fooling him, he called out: "Tane, Lihne, we're leaving!" Smirking as he'd guessed right, and both awkwardly straightened, running from a darkened corridor where they'd been... fraternizing. Blushing, and apparently terrified he was going to report them, they walked back to billet like a pair of condemned. Before dismissing them both, Michael said: "Now, you two, I expect you'll be more careful in the future, there's nothing in the regs about fraternizing except when on duty, and I'm willing to let it slide this time. But you should have been more careful, what if one of those gangmembers had targeted us while you were... getting to know one another better? Don't make me throw the book at you, and we'll all be the better for it." "Aye sir." The reply was funeral, although Michael knew they'd actually be 'off-duty' once he dismissed them, for real this time, and would likely resume their acquaintance. He wouldn't mind getting to know that Mrs. Robinson either. This shocked him, her daughter was only a handful of years younger than him! But the white skirt had displayed legs... well just the kind of legs he most appreciated on a woman, and that was that. He should probably get himself a book, or find some other way to work out some of that energy, before bed, or he knew what dreams would come...
"Are you sure you have the right commissar? I'm no one's hero..." Michael said, humbly. "Oh, like this place would bring crowds of Commissars... I heard Commissar Oktar was visiting..." "I'm not Commissar-General Verlaine Oktar, although, I have spoken with him to-day." He enunciated the break, marking his low gothic as one flavoured with inflections of Terra's institutions of learning. "Ohh, he's so dreamy..." Stacey gushed.
The weather was miserable, and it was only getting darker, now that the sun wasn't illuminating, however feebly, the back of the rainclouds. "We need to close up, troops, why are these civilians still here?" Michael asked Sniper-Specialist Vicky Tane, brusquely, then catching himself, he didn't need to read the riot act to anyone for only being ten minutes late, after all. "They came for your autograph sir, and asked us questions, apparently for a paper they're writing for school." Tane kept her opinion of how truthful a motive that was to herself. Michael took a long look, saw the girl who'd been asking him about the Commissar-General earlier, and another girl, Linda, who must have been her classmate, maybe even room-mate, letting her into her personal space like that. "These streets are not safe, rouse up another trooper, we'll escort them home, Tane." Vicki didn't know the Commissar, or 'Michael', like the others called him, that well, she figured he'd want 'presentable' troops though, so she called on Bandpiper first class Dabloo Lihne to join them. The tall, lanky regimental musician was easy enough on the eyes, and like the rest of the 'colours' section, kept his uniform in pristine condition. She thought this might help keep the two teenage girls in line. His 'pipes', a local approximation of panpipes, were kept well above regimental shininess, and attracted attention wherever he went, however, so she suggested he leave those in his billet. Meanwhile, Michael went to tender the offer of escort to the civilians, apparently clueless as to their real purpose here. "Fair Damsels." This address got giggles from both of them. "We can't let you go out into the mean streets here without an escort, myself, Piper Lihne, and Specialist Tane will escort you back to your home." "Why thank you Sir, we are much obliged." They replied, trying, and failing, to ape his dialect, the Sabbat Worlds were just too far from Terra in distance, and inclination. "Tane, lead us, I'll bring up the rear with Lihne." Well there goes that fantasy, Tane told herself, I'd have loved to bring up the rear to Lihne's leading, and even the Commissar's rumored exploits led her to believe he might have a rear side worth a covert glance or two... The two girls were chattering, asking Lihne and the commissar about their homeworlds, shocked that the entire regiment was composed of Terran-born. Michael's medals also got a glance or two, from the girls, and from Vicki, who the girls had been ignoring. Probably just jealousy, Vicki was known as 'that smoky blonde' for a reason, and the shortest of the two girls would give her fair competition, once she was old enough, in truth. A short walk later, past some gang members who knew better than to take on even one soldier with a pistol, let alone a Commissar's chainsword, they arrived back to the hab block, leaving Tane and Lihne behind, Michael went with the girls to the lift, dropping Linda off on the fifth floor, and riding with Stacey onto the seventh. "Stacey!" Her mom called. "Your show is on, and you're late!" Ire in her voice, opening the door to Michael's chest, blocking her view of her daughter while he was knocking, poltely. "Ahem, sorry Sir!" The daughter's school bag read Robinson, so he assumed that was their name. She was a civlian, she didn't need to go through the folderol, Michael thought. And... she looks like an older version of her daughter, it's uncanny. Blonde, lithe, and wearing sports clothing that had seen better days, the same logo as on her daughter's so apparently, they'd gone to the same scholam, possibly both on a sports scholarship. "Ma'am, your daughter was visiting our regiment, gathering school materials. It seemed fitting to give her an escort back to her hab." "Would you like some Tea, General-Colonel-Major-Sir? It's a night not fit for man nor beast out there..." She couldn't read insignia either, but she was doing her very best to give him a good impression, it seemed. "I can't, Mrs. Robinson, perhaps another time, but I must rejoin my comrades, and return to my billet." She straightened, which did... interesting things to her figure. Michael grit his teeth, focus Michael! he told himself, and took the lift back down. Lihne and Tane thought they were fooling their respective teams, but they weren't fooling him, he called out: "Tane, Lihne, we're leaving!" Smirking as he'd guessed right, and both awkwardly straightened, running from a darkened corridor where they'd been... fraternizing. Blushing, and apparently terrified he was going to report them, they walked back to billet like a pair of condemned. Before dismissing them both, Michael said: "Now, you two, I expect you'll be more careful in the future, there's nothing in the regs about fraternizing except when on duty, and I'm willing to let it slide this time. But you should have been more careful, what if one of those gangmembers had targeted us while you were... getting to know one another better? Don't make me throw the book at you, and we'll all be the better for it." "Aye sir." The reply was funeral, although Michael knew they'd actually be 'off-duty' once he dismissed them, for real this time, and would likely resume their acquaintance. He wouldn't mind getting to know that Mrs. Robinson either. This shocked him, her daughter was only a handful of years younger than him! But the white skirt had displayed legs... well just the kind of legs he most appreciated on a woman, and that was that. He should probably get himself a book, or find some other way to work out some of that energy, before bed, or he knew what dreams would come...
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