EXETERRPG: (1 - 1050) ACFO Lt(jg) Trinity Frost

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Auld Lang Syne

Day:01

Stardate: 2445.12.28



(Risa– Suraya Bay, The Feather Monkey Bar - ACFO, Lt(jg) Trinity Frost  -
1050)



Trinity was sitting in a particularly strange circle of hell. She sat back
in her chair, an ice-cold beer in hand, with the gentle breeze coming off
the sea running through the burning auburn of her hair. This wasn’t the
source of her discomfort. It was the leering. She was wearing a small skirt
over her bikini, but one or two of the males in the bar seemed to think
that that gave them the right to keep bugging her.


"That's a fabulous bikinini, it'd look great on my be...."


Trinity removed her glasses, her dragon green eyes flashing in annoyance.
"You do not want to know what will happen if you finish that sentence." She
cut across him.



“I bet you can’t guess what it is I do.” He slurred back to her.



Sighing, she lifted up her aviator shades, and wished she hadn’t, he looked
terrible. So she put them back over her eyes. “Oh...let me guess...you’re a
pilot maybe?” she sighed.



“Yeaaah! Thassit! M’ a pilot.”



“You must be really really brave.” She answered dryly.



“Yeah, brave.” Though his nerve had gone, the auburn haired girl wasn’t
reacting like he’d expected, her tone of voice was all wrong. “I’m on the
large shuttles at the moment, but the next step is the fast craft, like the
valkyrie.”



Trinity sighed. He was a dreamer. “Well...good luck...they can be hard on
the newbies.”



A puzzled look was her reply.



“At flight school.” She elaborated. “When I was there they made life
excruciatingly hard on the noobs.” She looked at him, or more correctly,
tried not to, and drained her beer.



“You’re...?”



“Rated low level fast attack on all the fast craft that we run; also rated
mountainous and extreme weather Search and Rescue.”



“I…” He turned to the bar and saw another bikini-clad figure, one that
Trinity knew well.



“I wouldn’t.” Trinity said gently. “You are seriously barking up the wrong
tree with that one. She’ll be far less impressed by your line than I am.”



“She’s?”  He mumbled, the wind clearly taken out of his sails.



“Electronic Warfare Officer. Now leave us alone, and go and wash. You
stink.”



Shuffling away, to rejoin his friends, he shook his head, deflated. Trinity
walked up the the bar, and after ordering another beer, leant back against
it, next to Ronnie, who was holding a daiquiri.



“Save me.” She said.



(Reply Winters)

(Posted by Mark)
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