05)The Night Time Is the Right Time
16 SEPTEMBER, 2056
08:05:12
She stood behind the railing, and watched her Marines come home.
One by one, Enterprise's nine Comet dropships rose up through the ventral doors, then taxied to a stop on the hard deck immediately forward, each dropship holding a one hundred strong company of Marines who'd just wanted to strip off their kit, get a shower, some chow, sime rack time, maybe a few hours' intimacy for those with romantice relationships either amongst the ship's company or within the scouting group.
Instead, after the doors closed, and the flight deck aired itself back up, the Marines formed up in front of the dropships, and stood at attention, when they spotted their Skipper on the other side of the armored glass partition on the deck's starboard side.
Kim waited a few moments, before stepping through the airlock, and onto the flight deck proper, 1st Squad, Alfa Company, 1st Battalion on her heels, as Harriet barked out”admirals on deck!”
“At ease,”the nine other Marines of Major General Matijo Dench's command squad standing off to the side while Jo and Kim inspected the others, saying a few brief words to each Marine, as they moved down the line.
“S-sirs,” stammerd one of the younger Marines in Harriet Mangione's command squad as Jo and Kim came up to her, the girl, Yonia Givens, if Kim wasn't mistaken, shrugging off the embrace of one of her dquadmates, and came to attwntion.
“At ease,” Jo ordered, Kim said,”it was bad, wasn't it?”
Tonia vigorously nodded her head.
“They tried to prepare me, back in Djbouti, S-skiper,” Tonia, on the verge of tears, said, sometimes even whisperig,”b-but, still....”
Nodding, Kim laid a gentlr hand on the other woman's shoulder, telling her,”no shame in see ing the shrink, girlie, and you need to, before this eats you alive.”
Swallowing hard, Tonia replied,”s-sir,” as Jo and Kim moved on to where Harriet Mangione, salt and pepper hair forming a long ponytail disappearing inside her suit and down the length of her we;;-muscled meter, twenty-two centimeter frsme, stoof, eyes tearing up, as she watched Tonia being comforted by one of her squadmates.
“She gave away her teddy bear,” Harriet said, without preamble, her voice tired, on the verge of tears at the same time.
“I was wondering where it had gotten to,” Jo, standing only slightly taller than Harriet, remarked, Harriet explaining,”we on a Russie ship, in its Tail--”
Russie warships carried onboard brothels of slaves and mistresses to further traumatize them into obedience.
Terran Dominion warships were now doing same, using female personnel of the former Fed Starfleet as their unwilling rape slaves, and mistresses of the Dominion's BuTRADOCC to keep them broken.
Man's inhumanity to man, the one constant in any reality.
“--gave that shabby little thing to that poor child,” Harriet whispered, tears running down her face, as Jo and Kim listened,”told the medico she needed it more than Tonia did.”
She drew a deep breath.
“Hell of a baptism of fire,” shevthen remarked, as Jo hugged her.
Kim nodded her head...she'd been on the ground with her Marines during the campaign to defend the moons of Jack Pumpkinhead three years prior; she had some idea of what they saw on the ground.
It had driven her kid sister crazy.
Spirit still wasn't 100%, never would be, but...
Spirit's identical triplet sister, Gunnery Sergeant Major Faith Aldrin, was at Kim's shoulder.
“Dismiss your Marines, Sergrant Major,” Kim ordered.”They've been on their feet long enough.”
“Draco,” she said via BCI, as the landing force's senior noncom dismissed the Marines,”Harriet's home, more or less safe. She really needs you, mon vieux, it was...pretty bad, from what she's told us.”
“Of course,” Draco's image replied, as Kim made her way toward the partition and the ladder leading upward into the rest of the ship's manned spaces.
259-69M2
08:08:50
He was so cute when he was crying.
And, yet...
Sharon cradled Zak's head on her lap, stroking his hair, whispering,”you know you don't have to, if you don't want to.”
“It pleases you, Mistress,” Zak whispered and sobbed, the sight of his smmoth baby's bottom, nice and red, peeking out from the hem of the black, see-through, baby-dool nightie arousing her. Sharon controlling the urge to just take him to her rack again.
“Sharon,” she told him, as she continued stroking his hair.”We're not playing the game anymore.”
“--and, I deserved it,” Zak finished.”Your girl is prepared to show her appreciation.”
“Not right now, sweetheart,” Sharon said, smiling. Sorely tempted to use his mouth for her pleasure there and then, but...not right now.
Right now, she needed to show Zak how much he was loved and appreciated, that he wasn't any of the things she always told him he was, every time he submitted to her.
That he didn't deserve anyone abusing him.
Gods know, it had to have been hard for him, groowing up with gyneomastia in a strictly Monothiestic household in a strictly monothiestic enclave on Palestinia, where even he had doubts about his own gender and sexuality, because of the breasts he'd always taken pains to cover up with extra shirts and tape, and showering alone.
She bent down, and kissed the top of his head...with his face panted, the total absence of body, facial, and even pubic hair, and the aerogel appliance covering up his genitals, he could pass, if he wanted to go through with the proceedure.
He would, if she told him to, if he thought it would please her.
But, that was insufficent reason for a life-altering transformation.
Gods damn his family, Sharon venomously thought, for only the millionth time, since Zak had felt comfortable enough with her to show her his breasts, and give voice to all that shame and pain he'd been carrying around, all alone.Gods damn his community, may the Gods damn them all to the frakking Warp, for spoiling the rod, and calling him Chaos spawn and an abomination in the eyees of the Emperor, instead of loving him enough to let him answer, for himself, all the questions which tormented him still in frakkin peace and safety.
Because, frak me, if I know what I'm doing, if I'm not making it worse for him, he needs to see Doc Spang, would see her, if this wasn't such a frakked up world where he feared losing ecerything he wanted, if he ever came out of hiding, and be himself.
The professionals would have the answers; Sharon knew for certain she didn't.
Hell, she didn't even have the answers for herself, and she had four decades of living Zak did not have.
She was, in the end, a Cylon.
Though a Human had created her race, Sharon Valerii had no more understanding of Humans than any other Cylon.
And, no answer to this boy's pain, shame, and doubts about himself.
259-69M2
08:53:08
“Bill,” Laura simply siad, as they lay wrapped up in one another on his rack, just simply being together long after they'd coupled, cause the physical act wasn't the end all and be all of intimacy.
Laura, Gods bless her, had waited, all this time, to ask of him another, essential part of intimacy.
No matter how painful.
Not that he could keep thr ghosts at bsy, shoulder the load alone, as his strict upbringing as a son of the priesthood would demand.
No.
William Adama knew one true thing in this world.
One had to be strong enough to admit when they needed help; that was why the Gods gave them friends, family, companions.
“Galactica,” he began,”had just come off a long patrol beyond the Red Line,” the intense zone of radiation between the Twelve Worlds and the Xenos,”when the call came in over the wireless...the civilian medicae personnel were just overwhelmed, and all available Fleet units were called in to assist.”
He sighed.
“You never told me,” Laura, her long fingers teasing his nipples and the hair on his chest, whispered.
“I should've,” Adama whispered.”I've long talks with the shrinks in the thirty years since then, but, for the most part, I...kept it inside...even Kara doesn't really know everything, I...just...how do you explain that all those dead, all those pi[children,[/i] those Monothiestic bastards always frakking piously claim they're saving, they're waiting for you to close your eyes, and haunt your dreams?”
“I don't know,” was Laura's honest answer.”I wish I did, for your sake, Bill.”
Gently, Adama kissed the top of Laura's head, as her tongue lightly teased his right nipple.
“Thank the Gods you're you, baby,” he whispered.
“It was bad, wasn't it?” Laura asked.”Worse than the war?”
“Children aren't soldiers,” Adama said simply.”Healers aren't soldiers, and Zarek and all his self-righteous sons of bitches targeted both, and they were proud of that, Laura...when the tribunal finally convened, six years ago, to try that miserable son of a whore for his part in it, he just looked the prosecutor, those in the gallry—including me—and the pictcasters in the eye, and bragged about ending all those innocent lives he insisted he was saving.”
“That never made sense,” Laura remarked.
Adama smiled.
“You have an education,” he said.”Education and bigotry are mutally exclusive, incompatible; why else did you think education was the first thing outlawed, when the Monothiests finally took power?”
“True,” Laura whispered, as she laid her head on Adama's chest, and he idly stroked her hair.
16 SEPTEMBER, 2056
08:05:12
She stood behind the railing, and watched her Marines come home.
One by one, Enterprise's nine Comet dropships rose up through the ventral doors, then taxied to a stop on the hard deck immediately forward, each dropship holding a one hundred strong company of Marines who'd just wanted to strip off their kit, get a shower, some chow, sime rack time, maybe a few hours' intimacy for those with romantice relationships either amongst the ship's company or within the scouting group.
Instead, after the doors closed, and the flight deck aired itself back up, the Marines formed up in front of the dropships, and stood at attention, when they spotted their Skipper on the other side of the armored glass partition on the deck's starboard side.
Kim waited a few moments, before stepping through the airlock, and onto the flight deck proper, 1st Squad, Alfa Company, 1st Battalion on her heels, as Harriet barked out”admirals on deck!”
“At ease,”the nine other Marines of Major General Matijo Dench's command squad standing off to the side while Jo and Kim inspected the others, saying a few brief words to each Marine, as they moved down the line.
“S-sirs,” stammerd one of the younger Marines in Harriet Mangione's command squad as Jo and Kim came up to her, the girl, Yonia Givens, if Kim wasn't mistaken, shrugging off the embrace of one of her dquadmates, and came to attwntion.
“At ease,” Jo ordered, Kim said,”it was bad, wasn't it?”
Tonia vigorously nodded her head.
“They tried to prepare me, back in Djbouti, S-skiper,” Tonia, on the verge of tears, said, sometimes even whisperig,”b-but, still....”
Nodding, Kim laid a gentlr hand on the other woman's shoulder, telling her,”no shame in see ing the shrink, girlie, and you need to, before this eats you alive.”
Swallowing hard, Tonia replied,”s-sir,” as Jo and Kim moved on to where Harriet Mangione, salt and pepper hair forming a long ponytail disappearing inside her suit and down the length of her we;;-muscled meter, twenty-two centimeter frsme, stoof, eyes tearing up, as she watched Tonia being comforted by one of her squadmates.
“She gave away her teddy bear,” Harriet said, without preamble, her voice tired, on the verge of tears at the same time.
“I was wondering where it had gotten to,” Jo, standing only slightly taller than Harriet, remarked, Harriet explaining,”we on a Russie ship, in its Tail--”
Russie warships carried onboard brothels of slaves and mistresses to further traumatize them into obedience.
Terran Dominion warships were now doing same, using female personnel of the former Fed Starfleet as their unwilling rape slaves, and mistresses of the Dominion's BuTRADOCC to keep them broken.
Man's inhumanity to man, the one constant in any reality.
“--gave that shabby little thing to that poor child,” Harriet whispered, tears running down her face, as Jo and Kim listened,”told the medico she needed it more than Tonia did.”
She drew a deep breath.
“Hell of a baptism of fire,” shevthen remarked, as Jo hugged her.
Kim nodded her head...she'd been on the ground with her Marines during the campaign to defend the moons of Jack Pumpkinhead three years prior; she had some idea of what they saw on the ground.
It had driven her kid sister crazy.
Spirit still wasn't 100%, never would be, but...
Spirit's identical triplet sister, Gunnery Sergeant Major Faith Aldrin, was at Kim's shoulder.
“Dismiss your Marines, Sergrant Major,” Kim ordered.”They've been on their feet long enough.”
“Draco,” she said via BCI, as the landing force's senior noncom dismissed the Marines,”Harriet's home, more or less safe. She really needs you, mon vieux, it was...pretty bad, from what she's told us.”
“Of course,” Draco's image replied, as Kim made her way toward the partition and the ladder leading upward into the rest of the ship's manned spaces.
259-69M2
08:08:50
He was so cute when he was crying.
And, yet...
Sharon cradled Zak's head on her lap, stroking his hair, whispering,”you know you don't have to, if you don't want to.”
“It pleases you, Mistress,” Zak whispered and sobbed, the sight of his smmoth baby's bottom, nice and red, peeking out from the hem of the black, see-through, baby-dool nightie arousing her. Sharon controlling the urge to just take him to her rack again.
“Sharon,” she told him, as she continued stroking his hair.”We're not playing the game anymore.”
“--and, I deserved it,” Zak finished.”Your girl is prepared to show her appreciation.”
“Not right now, sweetheart,” Sharon said, smiling. Sorely tempted to use his mouth for her pleasure there and then, but...not right now.
Right now, she needed to show Zak how much he was loved and appreciated, that he wasn't any of the things she always told him he was, every time he submitted to her.
That he didn't deserve anyone abusing him.
Gods know, it had to have been hard for him, groowing up with gyneomastia in a strictly Monothiestic household in a strictly monothiestic enclave on Palestinia, where even he had doubts about his own gender and sexuality, because of the breasts he'd always taken pains to cover up with extra shirts and tape, and showering alone.
She bent down, and kissed the top of his head...with his face panted, the total absence of body, facial, and even pubic hair, and the aerogel appliance covering up his genitals, he could pass, if he wanted to go through with the proceedure.
He would, if she told him to, if he thought it would please her.
But, that was insufficent reason for a life-altering transformation.
Gods damn his family, Sharon venomously thought, for only the millionth time, since Zak had felt comfortable enough with her to show her his breasts, and give voice to all that shame and pain he'd been carrying around, all alone.Gods damn his community, may the Gods damn them all to the frakking Warp, for spoiling the rod, and calling him Chaos spawn and an abomination in the eyees of the Emperor, instead of loving him enough to let him answer, for himself, all the questions which tormented him still in frakkin peace and safety.
Because, frak me, if I know what I'm doing, if I'm not making it worse for him, he needs to see Doc Spang, would see her, if this wasn't such a frakked up world where he feared losing ecerything he wanted, if he ever came out of hiding, and be himself.
The professionals would have the answers; Sharon knew for certain she didn't.
Hell, she didn't even have the answers for herself, and she had four decades of living Zak did not have.
She was, in the end, a Cylon.
Though a Human had created her race, Sharon Valerii had no more understanding of Humans than any other Cylon.
And, no answer to this boy's pain, shame, and doubts about himself.
259-69M2
08:53:08
“Bill,” Laura simply siad, as they lay wrapped up in one another on his rack, just simply being together long after they'd coupled, cause the physical act wasn't the end all and be all of intimacy.
Laura, Gods bless her, had waited, all this time, to ask of him another, essential part of intimacy.
No matter how painful.
Not that he could keep thr ghosts at bsy, shoulder the load alone, as his strict upbringing as a son of the priesthood would demand.
No.
William Adama knew one true thing in this world.
One had to be strong enough to admit when they needed help; that was why the Gods gave them friends, family, companions.
“Galactica,” he began,”had just come off a long patrol beyond the Red Line,” the intense zone of radiation between the Twelve Worlds and the Xenos,”when the call came in over the wireless...the civilian medicae personnel were just overwhelmed, and all available Fleet units were called in to assist.”
He sighed.
“You never told me,” Laura, her long fingers teasing his nipples and the hair on his chest, whispered.
“I should've,” Adama whispered.”I've long talks with the shrinks in the thirty years since then, but, for the most part, I...kept it inside...even Kara doesn't really know everything, I...just...how do you explain that all those dead, all those pi[children,[/i] those Monothiestic bastards always frakking piously claim they're saving, they're waiting for you to close your eyes, and haunt your dreams?”
“I don't know,” was Laura's honest answer.”I wish I did, for your sake, Bill.”
Gently, Adama kissed the top of Laura's head, as her tongue lightly teased his right nipple.
“Thank the Gods you're you, baby,” he whispered.
“It was bad, wasn't it?” Laura asked.”Worse than the war?”
“Children aren't soldiers,” Adama said simply.”Healers aren't soldiers, and Zarek and all his self-righteous sons of bitches targeted both, and they were proud of that, Laura...when the tribunal finally convened, six years ago, to try that miserable son of a whore for his part in it, he just looked the prosecutor, those in the gallry—including me—and the pictcasters in the eye, and bragged about ending all those innocent lives he insisted he was saving.”
“That never made sense,” Laura remarked.
Adama smiled.
“You have an education,” he said.”Education and bigotry are mutally exclusive, incompatible; why else did you think education was the first thing outlawed, when the Monothiests finally took power?”
“True,” Laura whispered, as she laid her head on Adama's chest, and he idly stroked her hair.
Statistics: Posted by WillDexter — 2024-06-18 10:57am