Firing Range - Come on In

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Even though it's been a fantastic day, Beka's feeling edgy again. Her morning basketball lesson and exercise clipped the tension, but she's been without a weapon for hours and she's feeling the need.

"Ghost. I want to go to the firing range. Now."

A small circle of golden light appears on the floor of Aeryn's room. It widens then spins upright to people-sized. "As you wish, Rebeka."

"STOP. Calling. Me. That."

There's a tinny chuckle, and the light disappears. Beka is in the firing range, but she can still see Aeryn clear as if she was standing right there.

"Perfect."

Beka scrubs her hands on her leather pants and picks up her smaller, precision blaster. And smiles.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Isn't it?

Drad, Rebeka?

*Beka chuckles, not even especially annoyed at him calling her by name.* I think it means something like "cool", Ghost.

*She grins at Chi.* He's nearly omniscient on most things, but he's still working on Shadow-languages. Drad is... Nebari?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Vala's watching Lost, but she'll be around in a while.)

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

So. Plot. No? *grins*

Old Commonwealth freighter. Of course, you don't know what that is. But it's a big space-hauler. Lots of cargo. I don't know what all's on her, because the manifest was lost with the ship about 100 years ago. She's a little too close to Nietzschean space for most independent salvage operators. And the ones who'd take her... *Beka grins* Don't know where she is.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I do. *grins*

Nietzscheans... hm. Not so much bad guys exactly. As apparently I'm the mother of the entire frelling race. *headdesk* Tough guys. They're not likely to come after us, and if they do, since we're girls, we should be all right.

Worst thing that happens is we have sex with a couple of extremely hot, buff guys. *grins*

The Magog are scary-bad, but they're not likely to attack a single ship -- and we'd need to use the Maru to get out there. Ghost will be useful, but we'll need a "tugboat".

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Tragic, isn't it? One might almost say I'm woe-angsty over the thought of a guy who wants to have sex. *rolls eyes at the men in this school*

Weapons. Provocative clothes just in case. The Nietzscheans seem to prefer their women in leather. Enough cash to look like players if we need to stop in at an outpost for goods. Food, med supplies. Basics pretty much.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*eyes her* We should "hang out" more often.

As for you, well, there's lots of interesting people in my galaxy. None your color that I can think of, but you're definitely hot enough that they won't much mind. You look a little bit like the purple girl I met before I came to school. But we can keep the, uh... *looks a bit embarassed* body-changing suits from the debacle in storage just in case? *hopes Chi isn't gonna get mad again cuz she really is a whole lot of sorry and only got into it to protect the guys in the first place*

Hey! I need shopping help. Very sexy but very subtle pretty clothes to wear that show me off to my best advantage for the next, oh, say... week?

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*eyes her speculatively* Want to join our "victory party" girls-get-it-on for an audience plan?

Nah. You're perfect. *hugs her and hopes she knows that Bek loves Aeryn a lot and would never ever have done anything to frell with her relationship with Crichton* Hopefully it won't, but it's a nifty little device.


You think Aeryn would mind? And... how would you dress me? I'm terrible with these things...

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Hey, heard you guys were out here...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Hey. Need to shoot something? *grins*

We're just doing a little scheming.

*stretches* We need to get beds in here.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Sure, never hurts to keep your aim up.

And I like scheming.

Not sure I'm quite ready to give up my dorm for it though. *smiles*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*hands her a pulse-pistol* Go for it.

Scheming's good. I was telling Chi, worst thing that happens so far as I can figure it, is we do a little time on a Nietzschean cruiser having sex with really hot men. We're pretty Alpha-fem and they're always looking to expand their lineage. There are far worse things. *smiles thinking of young-Rhade *

Oh? Someone interesting turn up there? *grins*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*takes pulse-pistol and starts taking a couple of shots*

Oh, I can think of far worse ways for a plan to go wrong. *grins*

Nah, I just don't get the urge to shoot things as often as you do. Always a handy skill to have, of course, but I tend to be more about the quick-and-quiet-disappearance-when-things-go-wrong approach myself.

*takes another carefully-aimed shot*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*grins back* Yeah. Me too.

I like to shoot things. A lot. Not so much with the shooting people. I don't care for hurting people. I'd prefer to threaten them into submission. Fortunately I'm apparently good enough at psychotic that that works. *wry grin*

*shoots at a target over which she's mentally superimposed John Sheppard's head*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*adjusts sight and grip on pistol*

*nods* Psychotic intimidation also works.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

*goes in search of the big blaster for more satisfaction*

Seduction works, too. But not here. Everyone already knows that pretty much all seductions are a preamble to subtext. Out there though, sex gets you pretty much anything. *smirks*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what is it with the boys at this school? Either they're subtexting TEH GAY EMO ANGST all over, or they're pyschotic twisted bastards with the non-emo subtext. Since when does sex not work on them anymore?

*takes a less-carefully aimed shot at the crotch of a target*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

I've NO clue. They're all Angsty Teen Virgins big with teh gayness. We need a fresh crop. On whom sex does work and with whom one could seriously possible want to have sex without worrying about the whole "I'm not gay no I'm not but don't see me subtexting my boyfriend because then you'll know I'm not that into you" thing. *rolls eyes*

*laughs when she sees where Vala shoots and does the same*

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

I'm starting to think they all need to get laid right now and not with each other just for the sake of our own sanity. We should start a public service drive or something: Screw An Angsty Teen Virgin For Sisterhood!

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

That, is a very good idea. Except, we'd probably have to tie them down. *cocks head thoughtfully* Although... that could be a lot of fun. Oh, but woe for my poor virginity. I was saving myself. *gags*

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*DEATH sneaks up behind you at the firing range, figuring you can't see him. He whispers in your ear, trying to impart a tone that resembles your own sub-conscious.*

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka feels a slight chill at her back. At first, she wonders if someone cranked up the AC again. Damned firing range is cold.

But then there's that odd numbness. Ah. DEATH.

She turns. Laughs. It's funny, really, that DEATH thinks s/he scares Beka. Death is a constant companion. Death makes her angry because she cannot kill it, or stop it, or avoid it. "Go away. It's not my time. I don't care what frelling John Sheppard told you. There's nothing wrong with me."

Then she grins. "Or stay and shoot. I've got nothing against your incarnation."