DeVirr - Breaking up is hard to do

Tierra Hermosa II
New Republic Station
0310 - 02-01-2396

As she lay naked in bed she extended her hand up towards the ceiling lights reflecting on the fact that no matter how far she had come in life. In the end she seemed to have come no further than her mother had in life. Just another indentured slave in the bed of her Corporate Masters getting fucked.

"Good Evening Central Worlds and welcome to NNN ..." The woman’s voice came over the bedroom audio system filling the silence with her seductive voice.

“Oh look, they have a new presenter on the campaign news desk.” Jeremy announced as he appeared in the doorway to the bathroom dressed only in a towel.

DeVirr sighed, rolling her eyes. “ Hopefully she’s as good looking as she sounds.”

Jeremy nodded. “ Light years better looking than that old fuck they had on the news desk for the last cycle.”

She couldn’t help but laugh recalling the last anchor sitting on the Campaign news desk. His voice filling the darkness while she was running the maze or waiting between mission taskings. A deep fatherly voice that brought some comfort to the otherwise uncomfortable situations she found herself more often than not.

" Tonight marks the official start of the countdown to the beginning of the 35th Campaign with word coming from both the Department of Warfare and Faction Leadership promising us all that this campaign will go down as the best in recorded history."

DeVirr could hear Jeremy laugh at the comment as he retreated into the bathroom to finish grooming himself. “ So that’s it, you’ll be shipping out soon?”

“ That’s the word, I gather we’ll be heading out no later than friday night.” She answered her gaze, continuing to linger on the ceiling above the bed. “ Although that's not yet official but I imagine the higher-ups will want us all on Fortress early so we’ll have plenty of prep time before this thing kicks off.”

Jeremy returned to the bedroom a moment later, seating himself at the foot of the bed looking at her intently. “ So, I’ve been thinking …”

“ You’re a regional executive officer for the Weyland-Yutani, I’m going to have to assume that thinking is something that you must do quite often.” She said off hand.

Jeremy smirked, nodding his head clearly not catching the note of sarcasm in her voice as he continued. “ So…” He began again. “ I had the guys in legal write-up us up an engagement contract.”

DeVirr frowned feeling the annoyance growing in her belly . “You do know that I’m under contract to the 6th Star Alliance Defence Forces? ”

“ I am aware of that fact.” Jeremy nodded. “ But my Legal team informs me that… “

“ … That by law I am not allowed to enter into any engagement or marriage contract without clearing it through government channels?”

“ I was informed but my people have inform me that …”

“... That there are several corporate officers much higher up the chain than yourself that have already offered me engagement and marriage contracts who would feel slighted and perhaps even be very offended if I suddenly decided to jump into an arrangement with some homegrown corporate suit.” She hissed sharply pushing herself upright in bed. “ Are you fucking trying to get yourself killed and what about me?”

“ I was just thinking…” Jeremy began.

“No, you weren’t fucking thinking…” DeVirr hissed again climbing out of bed collecting her undergarments from the bedside and pulling them on. ” Or at least not with the head that matters in this case.”

Jeremy was taken aback by her display of anger, seemingly no longer able to speak.

“Listen, Jeremy, you’ve been the best and honestly not that bad in bed…” DeVirr continued grabbing her skinsuit next and starting to pull it on. “ …but this, Us, isn’t going to work. I mean the last few weeks have been fun in all but I’m a walking disaster and the last thing you need is me with all the baggage. ”

Grabbing her synthetic leather bomber jacket from the back of a chair she headed for the door as the NNN’s campaign announcers voice filled the air.

"May the spirit of this campaign live on, bridging the gaps that divide us."

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Adonis IV
Six Star Alliance - Fortress Station
1045 - 12-01-2396

10 Days later ...

DeVirr started down the cargo ramp as she disembarked the military transport with her gear in hand, her gaze drifting absentmindedly over the all too familiar scene briefly before she caught sight of her fellow squad members waiting in at the end of the station’s cargo bay.

“Whisper, took you long enough.” Royce announced as he stepped forward.

“Nice to see you too Royce.” DeVirr announced dropping her duffles to the floor before reaching into her pocket and grabbing a pack of candies. “ So how are we doing are all our guys accounted for?”

Royce nodded. “ Everyone’s on station save for Kurt and Morgan who are scheduled to be arriving in the next 24 hours.”

DeVirr nodded in turn, stuffing a handful of gummi’s into her mouth. “ Any word from command on our initial mission tasker ?”

Royce nodded again. “ Already on your desk, but that will have to wait as Command has ordered that all new arrival’s are required to have physicals and blood-tests performed before being allowed to enter general population.”

She could only shrug. “ There must be some new kind of drug on the market that they are raising a fuss over.”

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