Fried Battered Steamed
Posted on 2024, Mon May 13th, @ 2:43am by Rear Admiral Ilyce (Pronounced Ice) Collins & Captain Maddison Black
1,909 words; about a 10 minute read
Mission:
Revenge Of Group Omega
Location: Starbase 113 - Deck 1059
Maddison Black grinned, but didn't say anything when Rear Admiral Ilyce Collins walked through the door to what was the home of 113's Damage Control.
Ilyce held one hand up in a stop signal.
"Don't comment." She slid into the chair near where Mad was sitting. "He found the one thing I absolutely loathe. Busting people up the chain of command, without bothering to talk to them."
Mad grinned. *Poor Collins.* Mad signed. *Sin wanted Skin him. Cut him up. Fry him. He took me off Vector two command, Put her in.*
Ilyce shook her head. "Bloody males. It a wonder you didn't let her."
Mad shrugged. *Sin needs learn keep things hidden. Not give them heads up.*
Ilyce shook her head. "You going to have any problems, dealing with Townsend?"
Mad shook her head. *You adjust whatever. No problems.*
Ilyce nodded. "You're in charge of DCE. You assign your people. You schedule your classes. Heads up though. Academy has a hard head called Ward. He and Townsend are of the same class. You will probably have some rough and tumble. White isn't as bad, but he varies. Hess, my 2IC is a breeze. Chief of Operation, Hess's wife Langley-Hess is also a breeze. B'Orak also easy going. Acting CEO Burns, old sort. I don't have a Marine Commanding Officer, or 2IC. You're the highest ranked Marine. Do you mind?"
Mad grinned. Ilyce groaned. Sympathy caught both and looked at Mad and Ilyce. "Do I need to run rag tag?"
Mad ignored Sympathy and signed so both Ilyce and Sympathy caught the sign. *Che assigned.* She considered what Ilyce said. *Can do.*
Ilyce tapped her sleeve and sent a message through to the marine center. Having a short conversation, then turning back to Mad. "They'll be here shortly."
“You’re doing my head in Waylin, give it a rest will you!” It really wasn’t a question.
“We could take it off.”
“Mad would just love that.”
“Okay, anyone got issues with Sin taking second lead?” Glacier Ugurluakdoganivic asked, starring at the rest of the gathered women through her spread legs, as she slid the legs of the next NonAtmo layer up her legs, smoothing out the wrinkles.
“Do you always have to wait until you’re spread wide before you open your mouth?”
“Why, last time I looked, yours was out of control and needed a trim.”
“Here we go again…..No I don’t have a problem. Sin’s got a brain like Mad’s.”
“Lord. You really got it pierced!” All eyes rounded on the nude bits Eden was showing, the shiny metallic ball, glistened as it shone clearly from where it was nestled. “I thought you were having us on.”
“Do you want a better look?” Eden Xacton asked as she sat on the nearby bench and spread her legs, opening wide.
“What’s it feel like?”
“Great if the guy knows what he’s doing.” Eden stated.
“And when you walk?”
“Ooh lala.” Eden grinned, giving them a flutter of her eyelids.
Polar Aamania caught the look that their new three additions were giving each other and laughed. “Welcome to the insane infirmary.”
“It’s been a very long time since we weren’t surrounded by one track minds.” Icefall Maijaliya stated.
“Who felt they had to carry our load.” Plexia Forne added.
“And didn’t like the fact they weren’t built to access all areas.” The third Splitter Constructor Quinn Sween concluded, the only women in the area who was partially covered by her in place NonAtmo Layers.
“Well, welcome to the WoW.” Antarctica Matthews answered. “You do realise that hairs gotta go.”
“I was hoping the last time was a one off.” Icefall or Ice stated.
“No chance. Loosing all hair below your shoulders is a small price to pay. You like pain, you won’t scream every time you take the first or final layer off. You don’t like pain, having chunks of hair pulled off each time the layer comes off, will have you loosing it fast.”
“So, what’s with the 6 foot giant who’s shadowing Black?” Pain Franks, another new member of Mad’s lot asked.
“You’re the Designer right? Franks.”
“Pain Franks.” Pain nodded. “Isn’t she a little on the large size? I heard that Black chose small women.”
“Khodhevichevna or Chevna. Mad calls her Che. She’s Mads Protection Officer. Not that Mad needs a PO.” Antarctica Matthews stated. “When the PTB..” Seeing the look on several faces, Ant took a back slightly. “When the powers that be think Mad’s in uncharted waters, Chevna turns up. Mad puts her to work and lets her growl occasionally. She knows enough not to give us extra work.”
“Ah, I think I’m in trouble….” The words came out the second before Jess Zakal crashed onto the floor, her layers twisted around both legs in a rainbow effect. Accepting the offered hands, she accepted the help as many hands made light work of untwisting the mess. “Sorry, I don’t think I paid enough attention to what Jason was saying.”
“You’re the V&S Specialist, whatever that means, right?”
“Yep. I work with Viv and Sugar, who work with Mad in designing some of the Out of the Ordinary items that have been incorporated into both the Halo and Starbase 113. Someone decided that there should be a so called expert on both of those places. I’m not sure if I got the better or the worst. Jess Zakal. And I am far from an expert.”
“Which leaves me. Fanny Eleuphrat. Splitter Separation Specialist within the Constructors. Someone thought it would be a grand idea to get someone up to date on Black’s… whatever you call it. Given I was the only female… I’m not sure if I won or lost. And people just usually refer to me as Eleuphrat.”
“Your mum big on Historical Romances?”
“Yeah, and all seven of us girls, loathe our Christian names.”
“Let me guess.” Pain grinned. “The second she’s passed over, you’re going to change it.” Pain laughed when Fanny nodded. “We said the same, mum and dad’s been gone five years and we’re now saying on the tenth anniversary of their passing we’ll change them.”
Standing taller than all of the other women, who sat around the room, listening to her charge, Khodhevichevna knew some of them personally, and knew the rest from their files. She could tell which were Damage Control by the way they moved in their NonAtmos. The others were easily identified by the way they constantly moved, trying to find the comfortable. If you looked at their metallic snow suits hard enough the patches which indicated their specialities became clearer. But only if you knew what to look for.
"Okay, let's move. Everyone through to the conference room, grab food, liquid, five pads, link your suit's sleeve to the padds and find a seat." Sympathy Gibbons stated appearing in the doorway.
Mad sipped her mug of coffee as she watched the women file in from the change room and find seats among those already seated. Putting down her coffee, she adjusted her sleeve waited till the last couple of women sat, followed by several male marines of various ranks, all under her Captain. Waiting till they grabbed themselves, what they wanted, along with padds and found seats. Mad began to sign, her sleeve verbalising what she signed, so everyone either received sign or verbal speech, flow words, included or omitted, depending on their sleeve's settings.
*Most of you know me, either by face, name, taskings or reputation. I'm taking over DCE functions here on 113. Collins is short Marine RO's, so it seems I've got that as well. I was assigned USS Halo, which needs a gentler hand than mine. So those who need Splitter experience will get it holo style and real life, via a training vessel. Marines will also get real life experience as well. It'll be opened to other specialists onboard 113. I'm not above mish mashing or intermingling taskings, if people so desire. For those unaware, I'm active Marine, I have regained my full Team. 113 will also be getting a separate training facility attached to 113, which will allow you to experience a number of different new elements. Most of the women attached to me are deaf. Identifiable by..* Mad held up her left arm tapping her communications sleeve. *Our communications sleeves. Some elements are also changing to their use. If anyone wants to try one, see Sympathy.* Mad pointed in her direction, Sympathy rose and waved. *If anyone has an issue, take it to Sympathy, or find myself. I am deaf. Yelling at me from a distance, won't get you an answer. Throwing something at someone who is deaf, will land you on the floor. There will be classes to assist those who haven't used sleeves, to become familiar with them. There will be classes to familiarise people with NonAtmo's. DCE teams, will be created, and they will move as per the needs. Your first port of call is your DCE1. Sympathy. Myself or my team. If you're new, you'll be assigned a keeper, go to them first. Marines. Standard protocol. If it doesn't get what you need. Come find me. GW standard protocol. Anything to do with education, goes to Sympathy. Teams are up on the wall. They may be switched at my request. Make sure your NonAtmo's are respective of your group's colours. GW yours haven't changed, Ghost Walker Marine Camouflage (GWMC). Marine's you're wearing what is now referred to as Marine Camouflage (MC), Hazard yours is now Hazard Marine Camouflage (HMC). GWMC, MC, HMC and my DCE team, have NonAtmo's which will change colour dependent on where you are. Other people will also have NonAtmo's which will change. Should we be asked to respond to a situation, teams will be scrambled, as necessary. If you've got a problem working with another person, or another tasking, lose the attitude. You won't like how I deal with attitudes. Administrative issues go to Sympathy and her two supports. Our selected Trainee's will be in Pink. Identify the two Training Officers, in Neon Pink. I am the only one who wears a metallic camouflage NonAtmo. GW NonAtmo's are the only NonAtmo's which hide the wearer's gender. GW are the only people here who are exempt from public events. Anyone wearing my MB, are the only people who have permission to decline giving their identification. The only person who can instruct you to remove your helmet is myself.*
Mad looked at the group. *Questions?*
One of the male marines rose to his feet. "Are you planning on spending time here, or within both zones Captain?"
*Wherever I'm needed. I will be returning to my routine. If you're interested, I'll look forward to having you join me.*
"We'd be honoured to join you, Captain." He whacked the marine next to him on the back of his head.
"0400. Lowest deck." Mad stated. "Follow the rest."
"Oh lawd." Several groaned.
"I thought you said, this wasn't going to happen."
*We'll see you morning handsome.*
"Oh hell, there's no way we aren't running."
"I'll let security know." Ilyce waved at Mad.
*0400. Collins.* Mad signed.
"B'Orak, Hess and his wife are going to just love you Black." Ilyce stated, wondering who else she could parlay.
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