03-26-2026, 03:04 AM
"What the hell happened?" Aeryn asked, quickly inserting herself between Mara and Beka. "Because this isn't the time and place for murder."
“No, this th’ perfec’ fuckin’ time for murder,” Mara spat, her thick accent reasserting itself as her anger only grew.
"Knock... it... the... fuck... OFF!!!" Robin yelled at the two, joining Aeryn. "No one's killing anyone, except that the two of you are killing me!"
“No’ yet I’m not but gi’ me a minute, I’ll get ta ya.” The COS circled around Aeryn and Robin both as Beka quickly sidestepped to keep the two department heads between her and retribution.
Calleja stopped, hands flexing before she closed her eyes and started counting. She got as far as 2.
“Why is it always her, an’ why is it always fuckin’ me that ends up payin’ the fuckin’ price!” she shouted suddenly, her eyes snapping open again before she looked down and quickly wrapped her arms around her chest. Her face flushed deep beetroot red in embarrassment - it had been oh so very clear that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her sodden and now very clingy top. When she spoke her voice was a whole lot quieter as she reigned in her ferocious temper.
“I got nothin’ up there to keep in place, so wha’s the point in anythin’ under my shirt? Safe enough. Been doin’ it years. An’ it would still o’ been fine if some ginger shitbag hadn’t shoved me in the fuckin’ lake!”
Federation norms about showing bodies hadn’t gotten as far as Bandar IV, and those who knew her would be hard pressed to remember Calleja wearing anything more revealing than a t-shirt and long shorts. She wasn’t remotely comfortable showing skin. So to have been exposed like she felt she had been… The shock and humiliation had fuelled the volcanic rage that had boiled off the COS.
Keeping one arm in place to protect her modesty, a still-angry and still-crimson Mara pointed at Beka.
“You owe me a fuckin’ shirt, so I can get outta here and get changed,” she said. “I don’t care where it comes from. But someone get me a fuckin’ shirt or a towel or somethin’.”
She just wanted the ground to swallow her up so she could get away.
“No, this th’ perfec’ fuckin’ time for murder,” Mara spat, her thick accent reasserting itself as her anger only grew.
"Knock... it... the... fuck... OFF!!!" Robin yelled at the two, joining Aeryn. "No one's killing anyone, except that the two of you are killing me!"
“No’ yet I’m not but gi’ me a minute, I’ll get ta ya.” The COS circled around Aeryn and Robin both as Beka quickly sidestepped to keep the two department heads between her and retribution.
Calleja stopped, hands flexing before she closed her eyes and started counting. She got as far as 2.
“Why is it always her, an’ why is it always fuckin’ me that ends up payin’ the fuckin’ price!” she shouted suddenly, her eyes snapping open again before she looked down and quickly wrapped her arms around her chest. Her face flushed deep beetroot red in embarrassment - it had been oh so very clear that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her sodden and now very clingy top. When she spoke her voice was a whole lot quieter as she reigned in her ferocious temper.
“I got nothin’ up there to keep in place, so wha’s the point in anythin’ under my shirt? Safe enough. Been doin’ it years. An’ it would still o’ been fine if some ginger shitbag hadn’t shoved me in the fuckin’ lake!”
Federation norms about showing bodies hadn’t gotten as far as Bandar IV, and those who knew her would be hard pressed to remember Calleja wearing anything more revealing than a t-shirt and long shorts. She wasn’t remotely comfortable showing skin. So to have been exposed like she felt she had been… The shock and humiliation had fuelled the volcanic rage that had boiled off the COS.
Keeping one arm in place to protect her modesty, a still-angry and still-crimson Mara pointed at Beka.
“You owe me a fuckin’ shirt, so I can get outta here and get changed,” she said. “I don’t care where it comes from. But someone get me a fuckin’ shirt or a towel or somethin’.”
She just wanted the ground to swallow her up so she could get away.