Cassandra's eyes widened at news of contact with another species, but she stood and rolled her shoulders too loosen them up.  "I'm going to hit the chow hall.  I look forewards to hearing more when the scientist reaches us."<br/><br/><em>The following is re posted from an RP between myself and cryo some time ago, with the rest still to come.  </em><br/><br/>The meeting had finally ended and Blaze had stepped out of the room to get some quiet.  She spotted the snotty lil legion chick standing around as well and decided to have some fun.  Sauntering up her hips swaying slightly she offered a polite smile and nod, the blond returned the nod before relaxing again.  Blaze timed it just right, "Hey Blondie nice tits. Turn around so i can see the ass you’re packin’ too?"<br/><br/>The blond having just let her guard down started and sputtered for a moment before she collected herself and turned frigid blue eyes on her current annoyance.  "What fetid abyss spawned you?" her arctic voice was as clipped as it was scathing.<br/><br/>Blaze just gave a feral grin flashing her canines, "You say the sweetest things blondie,"<br/>with that she headed down the hall.  Glancing over her shoulder she gave the soldier girl a wink.  It seemed to happen rather fast one moment Cassandra is trying to regain her composure, the next something gripped her panties and lifted.  Cassandra was now experiencing her first wedgie.  Her panties wedged up her ass and wedged between her lower lips.<br/><br/>Jerking up onto her tip toes, Cassandra gave an indignant shriek that sounded entirely too much like a squeal for her own liking.  The blonde’s cheeks flamed and she raised the hand with the two rings and pointed after the underdressed hussy and glared.  She couldn’t do much but stammer, though, and inch her legs together.  The way her panties had been wedged was not only uncomftable, it was rubbing her, sort of…  Well, like she was touching her self in an embarsing way…  "That hussy CANNOT be a legionary!" she chocked out.  Then she whimpered and looked around, cheeks burning.<br/><br/>Ducking her head back around the corner she just turned Blaze shouts back, "Thank the fates for small favors!"  Then something strikes out smacking the girls waddling ass.<br/>Blaze ducks back around the corner heading for the mess her laughter echoing down the halls.<br/><br/>Cassandra yelped at the smack.  Her natural inclination to buck her hips away from the blow bucked her hips against her silk panty, and the light burn of the slap…  She bit her tongue and straightened up as she disappeared into the head, determined not to break down and cry like a grade school girl from confusion and emberasment.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Blaze looked up as Cassandra entered the mess and calls over, "Hey blondie get everything straightened out?"  She flashes her feral grin again showing her canines.<br/><br/>Cassandra cast an icy glare at the redhead as she passed.  "I didn’t know there was an elementary school on this ship.  Shouldn't you be at recess?"<br/><br/>Blaze just blinks for a moment then starts snickering, "Th..Thats the best you can do?"  She manages before she just laughs.<br/><br/>Cassandra simply turned up her nose as she proceeded towards the kitchen, not showing her sense of satisfaction at having made the child hesitate.<br/><br/>Blaze just snorts and waves her off. As she dose invisable hands snake out cupping the soldier girl’s breasts and giving them a squeeze before sliding around her back to unhook her bra.<br/>Cassandra pulled up straight in the kitchen door, gasping for breath and cheeks going red.<br/>The hands then seem to slide under her loose bra and knead her breasts and tweak her nipples.<br/>Cassandra froze, cheeks alight. She wanted to twist around and bellow at the hussy to leave her alone. Scream rape or--better still--put her in her place with her own fists and frostbite. But she was frozen, shivering, cheeks burning, blood heating, eyes studiously staring away from the people in the dining hall. What would they think? She squeezed a tear drop from her eye. What would they do if they knew she was responding this way to a woman? The terrifying thought paralyzed her.<br/>The hands then seem to slip away her bra is resecured, and she can feel something run up the inside of her leg, though outside her pants, around her hip to drop in her pocket. When next she looked over Blaze was gone.<br/>Cassandra drew a few deep breaths, then moved again, gathering her meal, the heat slowly fading from her cheeks. When she had finished all save a cold glass of chocolate milk she reached into her pocket and drew out what had been left there.<br/>It was a folded piece of paper with a room number along with deck and section.<br/>Cassandra's cheeks blazed all over again.<br/>