<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper engineroom; then Sue's stateroom; then cargo ramp<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lance, Braxton, others<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ah was standing with Lance, rubbing his hands and basking in the feeling of his strong masculine aura.  With the feel of the bulge of his manhood Ah knew that Ah could persuade him to let me touch his strong body further.  I was about to ask to touch his beard in return for letting him touch my own hair, all my hair when the captain came on the intercom.  I squeaked in fright at the commanding tone of his voice and the worrisome things he said might happen.<br/><br/><em>”This is the captain. Trouble’s afoot. It looks like…”</em>Ah could hear the tension and strength of will in his voice.  I liked that in a man.  The mix of fear in my belly and the command in his voice made me all tingly and wet.  I ground against Lance in reaction, needing a man and wanting protection.<em>”…like they are bringing in strikebreakers. Let’s see how the strikers take it. We are still finishing up our loading operation but I want every one to be prepared for anything. Mya, get your emergency bag! Lance, Keri, make sure that we are ready for immediate takeoff! Sophie, get your uncle’s guns, he is still outside with the mule! And cookie…do what you do best. Just promise me that whatever happens, you will shoot last.”</em><br/><br/><strong>"Ah, mister Lance Ah gotta go get mah Uncle Sue's shoot'n arns from his room."</strong>I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the lips, lingering and hungry.<strong>"Ah'd lahk if you'd let me help in tha engine room fer yah.  Mebbe clean'n or somethin.  Ah'd lahk to be helpful."</strong>I turned and with a flouncing wiggle I left.  My body and hips swayed sinuously.  At the hatch to the engine room I looked over my shoulder and blew Lance a kiss.<br/><br/>Once out of the room I ran as fast as my feet could carry me to uncle Sue's room.  I flipped through the combination quickly, I guess I must have noticed him punch it in or something.  Bursting into the room I looked around for a second and then moved straight for his guns.  I looked at them a bit lost before shivering a bit.  With strange confidence I reached over and pulled out a heavy revolver, checked it, selected spare speed loaders and loaded them.  Rifles and such but I went straight for the assault rifle with the extended magazine.  Skillful hands moved with blurring rapidity to check and then load the rifle.  Satisfied for a moment I rigged up a bandoleer with spare magazines, a pair of big knives and a battered green flack jacket.  Pausing I selected a small, almost delicate automatic, no bigger than my own palm.  That too was loaded but it went down my cleavage.  Scooping up all of the gear I staggered out of the room and ran down the passageway, through the starboard cargo bay and down the ramp.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah captain... Ah gots uncle Sue's shoot'n arns fer him."</strong>Despite the urgency and the fear I smiled and pulled my blouse down.  A cute little .25 caliber lady's pistol nestled safely in my cleavage.<strong>"Ah'm ready fur bahr as well Captain.  Ain't nowhere else in mah cloth'n ta hide a pistol."</strong>I twirled a bit, my tight shorts and cut off blouse leaving nothing to the imagination and certainly nowhere to conceal a handkerchief let alone even a small pistol.<br/><br/>Even as I talked to the captain I looked around frantically for uncle Sue.