<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/7d93b7a317519b035c0fbd5df40edabf/tumblr_mu1298zPjz1svtk2fo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>'DJ' Robins</strong><br/><strong>On the ship, in space</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Hiro Kagekaze</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship <em>Dark Star</em>, attached to its Jumpship<br/>Callison System<br/>Republic Remnant<br/>21 January 3145</strong><br/><br/><em><strong>"That sounds kind of... lonely, DJ.  Well, hopefully you'll stick around with this company.  I haven't been here the longest, but....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></em>he said, a small touch of some kind of emotion in his voice.  Perhaps it was respect for his comrades?  A love for them?  Well, whatever it was, DJ had to smile as she bent over the bag again.  It was corny, but sounded nice.<br/><br/><strong>"I know of a lot of Wrongs in my past, Hiro.  Believe me, they were really wrong, but not for reasons you may think.  They were wrong for trying to seduce and steal from me.  Caught one of the bastards trying to escape with a couple of valuables."</strong>She laughed, a nice gentle, slightly ringing laugh that was not what one would expect from someone as rough and tough as the outward appearance she gave out.  DJ dug through the bag, picking out more clothes, mostly punk-ish style shirts and shorts, not one dress in sight.  There were a couple of skirts, mostly black, red, and purple, but only one had any frills.  It was obvious that she wasn't the type of gal who dressed up too often and wore what she wanted when she wanted.<br/><br/>As she emptied the bag, putting the way the last of a couple more pairs of underwear and bras, she heard the bed squeak just slightly as Hiro leaned back,<em><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></em><br/><br/>DJ turned back and pulled open the second of her bags,<strong>"I don't suppose I do, to be honest.  I've slept on worse.  Believe me, sleeping in a small desert cave during a sandstorm at night is not very comfortable."</strong>She rolled her eyes at his hesitation and 'whatever' comment.  She had no idea what it was with men and their trying to act all gentleman-like.  Really, all they had to do was just say it.  Less awkward that way.  Then again, DJ had been raised by mercs and spent quite a few years with a group of bandits, so she was used to that sort of thing.<br/><br/>DJ pulled out a small, red pillow and threw it behind her, knowing that he'd likely catch it, but if he didn't, that'd wake him up some.  She grinned at that thought,<strong>"You offering some then?  Don't have more than this military-issue one I bought almost 8 years back.  Though, it's more of a sleeping bag than a sheet."</strong>As she spoke, she pulled out a tightly bundled sheet made of thick, heavy material that had seen quite a bit of usage,<strong>"You come to appreciate these things after a few days on the move.  Like sleeping on a cloud after a while."</strong>