<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tony_Leung.jpg)<br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Sarna_reserves_kamakura_s_hussars_spider_by_viereth-d585zvf.jpg)</div><strong>Hiro Kagekaze (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10171354#msg10171354)</strong><br/><strong>In the <em>Dark Star</em></strong>, DJ's quarters<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>'DJ' Robins<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Trutzburg-Class Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br/>Callison System<br/>Republic Remnant<br/>21 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>As I followed her back to her room, some of her words echoed in my mind.<br/><br/><em>"If you've read my file, you'll see that I can handle myself fairly well.<br/><br/>"I've fought a few pirates in the past and they usually follow a certain path or two, usually a retreat path."</em><br/><br/>I liked that about her.  Confident, but not necessarily arrogant or cocky, about her Mechwarrior skills.<br/><br/><em>"No, never has.  And before you ask, there is no 'Mrs. DJ' either."</em><br/><br/>Interesting.  Going from her appearance, I can see her being asked regularly if she were available.  I could also see the askers being surprised that she wasn't taken, and then some of them asking if she was into women instead of men.<br/><br/>But she went the extra mile.  I found that usually a woman, if she had no interest in a man, said that she had a boyfriend regardless of whether it was true.  But DJ seemed to be giving me all kinds of green lights, or at least no red ones, and all I had to do was drive on through.<br/><br/><em>"Come on, I have to get things done back in my room.  If you want to talk, we'll continue there."</em><br/><br/><em>And if I don't want to talk, I'd want to continue there anyway,</em>I thought to myself.  But I played it cool.  Still, it was nice.  She could have parted ways, but instead wanted to go somewhere private.  I was starting to like this woman, she had many fine qualities, including the way her trim waist flared out to her ass, an ass that moved from side to side as she walked in front of me.<br/><br/>She seemed to feel real comfortable with me, too.  She was kneeling and kind of bent over her bags when I stood at the open doorway.<br/><br/><em>"Come on in.  Close the door and take a seat on the bed or something."</em><br/><br/>I did just that, sitting on the side of her bed.  She took some lingerie out of her bags and put them away in a low drawer just a couple of feet away from me.  I stole a peek so I could imagine what she looked like in them later.<br/><br/><em>"Well, I'm sure you have more to talk about than if there is a Mr, right?  The real answer to that one is that I never stopped long enough to actually look for someone.  Life of a merc, after all.  What about you, eh?"</em><br/><br/><strong>"That sounds kind of... lonely, DJ.  Well, hopefully you'll stick around with <em>this</em> company.  I haven't been here the longest, but..."</strong><br/><br/>I looked around her barren room, than at her from head to toe, as I thought about what else to say.<br/><br/><strong>"...Long enough to think of it as home.  Kari's the mom... all influential and caring.  Allia's the... big, responsible sister.  Damian... if he were old, he would be a mean, old man.  He's the grumpy old grandpa - when he starts making you feel bad, you know you belong here.  As for me, nope, no Mrs. Right for me.  Maybe a Miss Right, a long time ago.  And a Miss Wrong or two, here and there, but no regrets, just lessons learned."</strong><br/><br/>I leaned back so my elbows rested on the mattress.  My palms landed flat on the surface, and I felt the rough texture.<br/><br/><strong>"You have sheets for this?  I've met some hardcore mercs who don't bother with beddings or even beds, but considering we spend a third of our day on these, doing things like sleeping and... whatever... I think it's more important to make a nice little nest."</strong><br/>