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jaggedwolf) wrote2018-11-27 12:38 am
jaggedwolf) wrote2018-11-27 12:38 am
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Ficlet | Turning 18 | The Strange Case of Starship Iris
Man, was she glad to be back on base. Shitty that it was because they’d lost Solano and Andrews. It was hitting the new kids hard. They’d get used to it. She had more important things on her mind, like taking advantage of the shitty connection here to see who was still alive.
She was running through people to contact in her head when Lieutenant Jackson’s hand landed on her shoulder. “Soldier. My quarters, immediately.”
Without a beat, Jackson walked off to the barracks, her steps echoing through the hallway.
Shit. Either she’d messed something up, or Jackson had plans for her. Neither sounded good. Not like she had a choice, though. She followed her silently.
They arrived at her quarters and Jackson gestured for her to take a seat. She did. Jackson sat down as well and started un-braiding her own hair, speaking as she did so. “I’ve been looking at your file. Cresswin, right?”
The lieutenant wasn’t looking at her. She took the opportunity to scan the room, cataloging possible weapons and ways to leave out the only door quicker than Jackson. “Born and bred.”
Was that it? Did Jackson have some kind of grudge against the Cresswin Landers?
“Well, I don’t know how you do things there. But where I come from, coming of age is always an occasion to be marked.” said Jackson, getting up from her seat.
She didn’t hide the confusion on her face quick enough, and Jackson raised her eyebrows. “Kid, you turned 18 a week ago. I know we were freezing our asses off, but the date was pretty clear.”
She snorted, playing it off. “I guess fighting a bunch of aliens trying to kill us kept me busy.”
“You’re pretty good at it. Suppose I can’t complain.” Jackson shook her head, and then retrieved a bottle of alcohol from a small cabinet, along with two cups. She filled both cups. “Anyway, makes marking it even more important.”
Jackson passed a cup to her, raising her own up. “To surviving.”
She smiled uneasily, raising her cup as well. “To surviving.”
She was running through people to contact in her head when Lieutenant Jackson’s hand landed on her shoulder. “Soldier. My quarters, immediately.”
Without a beat, Jackson walked off to the barracks, her steps echoing through the hallway.
Shit. Either she’d messed something up, or Jackson had plans for her. Neither sounded good. Not like she had a choice, though. She followed her silently.
They arrived at her quarters and Jackson gestured for her to take a seat. She did. Jackson sat down as well and started un-braiding her own hair, speaking as she did so. “I’ve been looking at your file. Cresswin, right?”
The lieutenant wasn’t looking at her. She took the opportunity to scan the room, cataloging possible weapons and ways to leave out the only door quicker than Jackson. “Born and bred.”
Was that it? Did Jackson have some kind of grudge against the Cresswin Landers?
“Well, I don’t know how you do things there. But where I come from, coming of age is always an occasion to be marked.” said Jackson, getting up from her seat.
She didn’t hide the confusion on her face quick enough, and Jackson raised her eyebrows. “Kid, you turned 18 a week ago. I know we were freezing our asses off, but the date was pretty clear.”
She snorted, playing it off. “I guess fighting a bunch of aliens trying to kill us kept me busy.”
“You’re pretty good at it. Suppose I can’t complain.” Jackson shook her head, and then retrieved a bottle of alcohol from a small cabinet, along with two cups. She filled both cups. “Anyway, makes marking it even more important.”
Jackson passed a cup to her, raising her own up. “To surviving.”
She smiled uneasily, raising her cup as well. “To surviving.”