F seeking an M for a little Space Cop action and fun!

[Chi]

Taken



Sorry went to edit my original post and screwed it up so this is take two!

Hey all I was looking through my old and discontinued stories, and found this one (no you don't have to read it).

Rangers in the Black

Her first day of work!

It was her first official day as a Confederation Ranger, and at Outpost Delta where the Talon was docked, her Supervising Officer failed to meet her at the spaceport as she’d been told he would, so she trudged the long two clicks over to the military side ot the port. As she entered the ship it looked like a mess, if he was still in training he would have failed a barracks inspection. Empty beer and whiskey bottles were shoved in an overstuffed waste bin. The sound of a man vomiting could be heard in the head.

To say that JJ was feeling rather sick to her stomach was an understatement.  She’d only found out from the base CO half an hour ago that she was to report to the ship Talon.  Everyone in the Rangers knew who flew that ship, The Cleaner did!  She was glad she only had her Duffel and her weapons case, and that her chest had gone on ahead.

Walking up the gangway, she’d almost heaved at the …aromas… that wafted out of the ship, not least of which at the time was the bitter stench of bile. “HURRK! HRRRUUUGGGHTTTTKKK!!!!!”

“Oh sweet Jesus!” JJ whispered as she put a hand over her own mouth.  “This place is a fuckin’ mess!” She muttered as she started picking up the cluttered ship.

After a moment of dry heaving, he thought he heard someone. He wasn't in uniform, though he should be, especially when docked at a ranger base. He was wearing a stained beater shirt and a pair of jeans. Wiping the puke off the side of the latrine, he slowly got up. Oh, god why was it so bright in here, he was so focused on the toilet bowl he realized he did flick on the lights. He had a feeling he was supposed to be doing something important today, but he was so hung over he couldn't remember.

Stumbling out, he went down one of the hallways of the scout frigate before noticing a female ranger who finished tidying up the common area. He frowned at her, completely forgetting that he was here to pick up his partner. He looked like shit, his normally neatly trimmed beard was in shambles. Furthermore, he had hair growing out of his neck, his eyes were bloodshot, and he smelled like... Well he smelled pretty bad!

"Who the fuck are you," he asked her bluntly.

Newly-minted Private Gillette of the Confed Rangers had been cleaning up the common room for about twenty minutes, making separate piles of stuff, bottles, dirty clothes, food packs and well…rancid food, or maybe it wasn’t food, it was hard to tell.  She was just working on shoving the ‘food’ through the recycler when she heard the voice behind her.

In what seemed like a choreographed movement she ducked slightly to the left, hand palming her Colt MAG45 and rolled to the right, coming up on one knee, the other planted, and her gun pointed at the head of the person who’d spoken.  “I could say the same thing, twatwaffle,” she grated out between clenched teeth.

He looked at her with sad eyes. "Just do it, put me out of my misery," he said.

“Seein’ as I know whose ship this is, you’re either deck crew, which I highly doubt, or a stowaway, which is still hard to believe, but since you and your friends,” she waved around at the rubbish everywhere, “haven’t been spaced by the captain, I’m going to take a wild guess.”

This is something from way out beyond the Horsehead Nebula, but I’m going to guess that you’re Lt. Bryan Shaw… Sir?”  JJ said as she slowly stood, her pistol still aimed loosely at the wreck of a man standing before her.  “Jesus… what the hell happened to you?” she asked without thinking.  “Sorry Sir,” Tannie cringed and snapped to attention, firing off a perfect salute to the man, “Private JJ Gillette, reporting for duty. SIR!”

Great! Now she was getting all formal. It was weird, he knew he had rank, and it was appropriate that a freshly minted Private salute him, but he didn't like it. He waved his hand lazily and let out a sigh. "At ease, don't start that bullshit with me right now, talk to me like we are normal people," he said as he rubbed his temples. His head was pounding, and he really didn't want to deal with training and development today. This was Lance's idea and next time he saw the Major he would give him a good headbutt to the nose.

"I.... Kinda forgot you were joining the crew today, sorry about the mess. I would have cleaned all of this up," he said sheepishly.

Deciding holding her gun on him was not a wise decision, despite the fact that it wasn’t loaded, the safety was on, and the cartridge was in its slot on her back, she quickly spun the gun by its trigger guard around her finger and dropped it in her speed holster at her thigh.  “Sorry, ELL TEE,” she said with a little smirk.

Shaking his head with a painful smirk. "That's Lt. Twat Waffle to you, private," he said with a painful laugh.

JJ couldn’t hold back a little snicker of her own at his comment.  She was surprised at her CO’s dismissal of protocols, but in a way was relieved as well. The young Ranger couldn’t help herself, she really, reeeaaaalllly tried!  But before she could stop herself, she stood back to attention, gave LT Shaw a half-assed salute, and said, “Roger that LT Waffle!”  Gasping and clamping her hands over her mouth, she stared at LT Shaw and waited for him to tear a strip off of her ass.

Lieutenant Shaw looked rough, really rough, even rougher than he had been when he’d stepped into the crew lounge.  Burping and groaning, he felt like he needed to throw up again. Sprinting back to the toilet, he continued to throw up.

’Ugh, I know he’s supposed to be the best of the best, but just…whew, he needs a shower and to brush his teeth, and maybe some real food instead of Kybble^™.’ she thought to herself.  JJ gagged slightly at the sound of Lt. Shaw’s painful vomiting from the head, and quickly turned back to continue cleaning up in hopes that that would help her ignore the pained sounds coming from that direction.

I'd like to do something like this again, not a carbon copy, but something along that vein.  I love the idea of a young, idealistic rookie cop being paired up with a grizzled old vet who knows what it's really like out there.

If you're interested let me know, and maybe we can work something out to run with?

Chi