Pegasus officers quarters<br/>1  day ACH<br/><br/>"AHEM"<br/><br/>Morgan refuses to crack an eye open. She's tired and she's had a hell of an awful dream. Well, it started awful ..then took a bizarre turn.<br/><br/><b><br/>
"AHEM"</b><br/><br/>She reaches out to whatever is warm that sh's got her arms wrapped around. She assumes it's Rushell, and burrows her face further into the older woman's neck.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: red"><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">"AHEM"</span></b></span><br/><br/>The CAG hears the obtrusive voice a third time and finally cracks an eye open .  Her vision is bathed in the short brown locks of the raptor pilots hair, and she adjusts in a warm moment of general well being.   She wiggles a bit and feels the starchy fabric of her racks sheets against her rather sensitive flesh. Wiggling about her mons' brushs against something warm and soft....Clearly , she's nude.<br/><br/><i>'O frak me....'</i>she worries - immediately being shaken from her blissful slumber and thrust into reality. Sex with Rushell most certianly happened, and if -that- happened..the colonies were nuked to shit.  Both her eyes shoot open to see who the frak is 'aheming' her at ..whatever time it is.<br/><br/>She sits up, bumping her head again on the overhanging top bunk and pulls the privacy sheet from the sides of her bunk to face whatever the frak was going on- not before assuring her self that Rush was sound asleep before doing so.<br/><br/>"This better be frakking important..." she grumbles as the cloth barrier is pulled to the side.<br/><br/>"Major Ayres. So  glad you've decided to wake this morning."<br/><br/>A smug Admiral Cain glares at the CAG's nude body as she wipes the sleep from her eyes and checks her watch.  Still three hours before the briefing...<br/><br/>"Admiral . "  Morgan grumbles her voice thick with sleep, giving a half assed nude salute. Brevity is out the window more or less..its nothing Cain hasn't seen.<br/><br/><br/>"Major I sincerely hope you've enjoyed your self this evening."<br/><br/>Morgan tilts her head to the side.  "This about fraternization<i> Helena</i>...you -really- wanna go here?" She uses the Admirals given name to attempt to knock her down a peg and speed things along.<br/><br/>Admiral Cain smiles as she exhales a sharp little jut of air to show her displeasure. "Hilarious to the last." she crosses her arms while she strolls to Morgans locker.  She opens the locker and reaches for the Majors dress blues. "Ayres....Morgan." She rights her self, using the informal name. "Would you like to give me a reason why i shouldn't air lock your insubordinate ass off this ship this very second?"<br/><br/>Morgan just shakes her head, "Been a long frakking day Admiral, can we please play 'catch me fuck me' some other time?" She rolls her eyes before crossing her arms.<br/><br/>"Cute." Cain smirks before fumbling for the Rank pins to Morgans dress blues. "The sort story Major, you're relieved of duty."<br/><br/>Morgan shakes her head , she must have heard that wrong.  She stands to her full height,nude and towering and glares at the Admiral. "Excuse me...sir?"<br/><br/>"You heard me.  Due to recent events , you're relieved of command.  " she never blinks as she stares down Morgan ."You deliberately disobeyed orders to rescue that little......Whatever she is you're hiding in your rack." she hisses between clenched teeth. "I need  a CAG with their head in the game. Someone who understands soldiers -die- in a time of war Major. And you'd do well to remember that.  Risking your life as -my- CAG to save a lone frakking raptor pilot..."<br/><br/>She shakes her head and turns on her heels, "Dismissed Major....Find some pants and report to me at 0800. Your flight privileges are revoked until further notice. "<br/><br/><br/>She opens the door set to leave as Morgan storms towards her commanding officer- before she can say a word she is beat to the punch by an irate Admiral. "I'd bite my tongue Ayres." she starts, "As far as i know..we're all thats left. I will -not- suffer -ANY- disloyalty on my ship. Is that understood."<br/><br/>Morgan stands there glaring at Cain.<br/><br/>"Is .That. Under. Stood?" The admiral asks again, her patience waning.<br/><br/>"Yes." The former CAG hisses .<br/><br/><br/>"Yes<i>,what</i>Major?"<br/><br/>"Sir." She growls as Cain strolls out the door.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Morgans unsure if Rushell had heard any of this...but right now all she wanted to do was forget the world existed for another two hours. She crawls back into her rack, and shuts the barrier , replacing her arms around Rush with her eyes wide. She pulls the other woman to her chest, trying desperately not to wake her if she's asleep..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>