Battle Cry

[Fae 0]

Fae wouldn't normally ask for a break so soon on shift. Still, she had listened to the horror stories back at Academy. They were approaching an alien derelict. Once things started, they might possibly go on and on. Thus, a while before things were apt to get interesting, she asked for a brief relief to visit the female humanoid's biological waste recycling facility.

 

She didn't come straight back. She made a brief detour to the observation lounge, trying to find a bit of an out of the way corner. She had three older brothers. The result had been a few years studying karate. Self defense. Really. She was also a vocalist. If one sang professionally, at whatever level, one tried to pick up a little dance, the better to present your performance.

 

What karate and dance had in common was warm up routines. She found them useful for desk work as well. If one was going to sit in chairs for long stretches of time, on the occasions one did get up, one got rid of the kinks. She had worked out a quick series, combining bits from here and there. A little stretching. A bit of isometrics. Just a bit of aerobics, enough to get the blood flowing without working up a sweat.

 

Ops console junkies were athletes too!

 

At the same time, she was playing a little game. There were several guys on the other side of the room pretending not to be watching her. Of course, she had to pretend not to be putting on a show. As she worked her way thought the routine, both sets of pretenses started go get a bit thin...

 

So she ended the routine with a bit of a vocal warm up. She didn't belt it out to rattle the room, but she filled the space quite nicely, thank you. It was just an old old song that had been rattling around her head...

 

The Union forever, Hurrah! boys, hurrah!

Down with the traitors, and up with the stars;

While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,

Shouting the battle cry of Union!

 

She grinned, winked, turned, and headed back to the bridge.