"Right," said
John in a more serious tone. "From the information we found, Katrina
should be a level down and a few rooms that way." This last coming with
a vague wave of his hand in a general direction. "Let's get going. Zeb
take the point since you memorized the map of this place. Krystal, stay
with me."
Krystal wasn't about to let John go that easily. "Hold it. Who died and
made you Lieutenant of this little expedition? And why did you start
firing early in that last fight? We were supposed to wait until they
got into the middle of the room."
"Command decision, dear Princess," replied John with that self-styled
smug grin that could drive women wild, the ones that weren't trying to
kill him, that is. "They had obviously spotted the two of you hiding.
You really gotta lose some weight there." John made the mistake of
pinching Krystal on her behind as she turned around to walk away.
The spinning kick would have sent him flying if he hadn't reacted to
it. As it was, John was only able to move enough to take a glancing
blow. "Temper, temper, your Highness. I should lead because I'm
obviously the most qualified. You're obviously too emotional to lead,
and Bolians are more of the follower type, isn't that right Zeb?"
"If you say so Sir," replied Zeb while keeping a constant watch for
other teams.
"I am *not* too emotional!" "Are too!" "Am Not" "Are Too" "Am NOT"
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Zeb watched
the spectacle while muttering "what Goddess did I offend to ever
deserve getting these two?"...
Krystal crouched alongside her teammates, just outside one of the many
rooms of the complex. From inside she could hear Katrina's seductively
throaty voice giving out commands to the squads under her control:
"Squad four, search Blue Sector. Squad five, search Green Sector. Find
Krystal and bring her to me." It made Krystal wonder about how it had
all gone wrong...
First day at Starfleet Academy. Seems like ages ago instead of just a
year. She has grown up a lot since then, but back then she was a
different person. Krystal had been so happy to be the first one in her
family to be admitted to the Academy, it didn't matter that her father
had the money to buy her way in. She had done this on her own. But it
hadn't been quite what she had imagined.
"What kind of dump is this?" asked a younger Krystal as she entered her
dorm room. "I'm not expected to live in this filthy little box, am I?"
"Not only that, but you have to live with a roommate," said a girl from
the other side of the room. "Hi. My name's Katrina. Nice to meet you."
She held out her hand in order to shake Krystal's. Krystal just looked
at her.
"Oh-kay..." remarked Kat. "Not into shaking hands. No problem with me.
Anyway, welcome to Hawkins Hall. That's your bed and that's your
closet."
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