Going Up The Chain… Halo Gets Closer To A Consequence

More WIPitude…following on from Halo’s insubordination… yet more insubordination of a slightly different flavor. Because there are so many good ways to be bad.

There are quite a few people above Twice in the chain of command. I’m expecting to hear from Spears or White or maybe even Kilmarnock. Instead, someone much higher in the scheme of things makes an appearance whilst West and I are scrubbing the wall we already cleaned. It’s Sloth’s idea of a punishment, wasting labor. West has already heard that I’m being demoted, but she’s not sure if that means she can get away with anything yet. She’s cautious, trying to feel me out with ‘subtle’ questions.

I’m busy ignoring them when there’s a knock at the open door. We both turn to see someone completely unexpected standing there. Sarge. Sarge looks at both of us, then focuses her gaze on me. “Are you Halo Ray?”
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Naughty, Naughty Halo…

Just another little snippet from my WIP centered around Halo Ray, the mischievous space-switch from that other thing I wrote that one time. This thing is quite different from that thing. More on the thinginess of differentitude later. In the meantime, Halo is getting herself into trouble…

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I’m lying on my bed, thinking about how stupid everything is when the door opens. It’s Officer Twice. She outranks me by three ranks. I’ve forgotten what they are. The coalition has all sorts of ranks and grades and bands and things. None of them mean all that much. There’s an order on the ship and we all know what it is. The flair is fairly immaterial.
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Halo Ray Returns… Spankings In Space

Remember Halo Ray? No? She’s a middle-ranked officer on board a coalition space ship crewed by brats. She’s been updating her diary of late. Here’s a little of what she’s been getting up to.

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“Halo.”

Jimson Wraith is looking at me. How fucking long has she been standing at the door? Jimson has golden eyes and pale skin which looks slightly green under the ship’s lights – and every other light. She’s green. You’re not supposed to say it, but she is. Alien DNA got mixed into hers somewhere along the line and now she glows in the dark.

“Yeah?”

“They want you on deck two.”

“Who does?”

“Commander Sloth.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask questions, just do as you’re told.”

And that’s why Jimson Wraith is one of my least favorite people. She’s good at following orders, but that’s about it. If she had to make a decision on her own her brain would probably melt. Continue reading

It’s Not Easy Being A Lady With Lady Parts

Fair warning, this is not kinky or sexy or even a little bit hot. It’s about lady stuff though, and why there hasn’t been much Lesbia of late.

I haven’t updated Lesbia as much as I would like to have lately, and that’s because I recently became part of an impromptu medical experiment run by disinterested doctors who think that the appropriate approach to prescribing hormones to women is just to guess and test, prescribe whatever synthetic hormone preparation is closest to hand and see if it either a) causes the patient to bleed all their blood or b) have some form of emotional breakdown. So far we’re two for two.
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