Ladies' Night Out,

[Ophiuchi]

Moira awoke to the throbbing of a mild hangover, and peered groggily at her small wrist implant.

"Damn and blast! I'm late!" She hurriedly showered and donned a clean flight suit. Her long hair still damp and dripping, she jogged to the docking bays, and found Clover already completing her pre-flights on the Civilian Eagle she flew.

Moira gave Clover a sisterly peck, and they both walked towards Moira's Stinger, beginning a once-over on it as well. "So, how do you suggest we proceed, Moira?" asked Clover.

"Well, here's the truth of it, Clover. Most men are contrary beasts. For some odd reason, "Western" men seem to prefer those tiny, doll-faced Kusaran women; while Kusaran men get all mushy over us "gaijin" women, due to our larger stature and.. well.. bosoms, to put it nicely.

"I brought a couple of bottles of potent gin I bought down on Canaria. I think we'll just walk by the guard shack at the Honshu Shipyard, all smiley and friendly, and chat up the guards a bit. We'll have no trouble convincin' them to have a wee drink with us, and we'll just keep pourin' and flirtin' until we get the desired results.. them bein' unconscious, and us havin' the run of the place."

"Ooh, I like it!" opined Clover. So we'll just steal our new ships, then?"

"No, Sis. I arranged to get some untraceable Credit Cards, which we'll leave in an envelope somewhere nice and visible. We don't want ol' Admiral Sulu to think we're petty thieves, now, do we? Shall we, then?"

Clover smiled and nodded, and trotted towards her Eagle as Moira climbed into the Stinger's cockpit.

Within minutes the two Gaian VHFs had lifted, and were streaking towards Tau 29, and Honshu.

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



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