It's Not A Ship Without the Bad Girl
by Bea and Eleni and Maureen

Lt. Junior Grade Fiona May Sucara stood on the dock, She stared at the submarine. This wasn't her first assignment, and it probably wouldn't be her last. The cold look in her eyes seemed the melt the slightest bit as she eyed the new submarine. the seaHawk, she had been told, was state of the art. Of course she had been lied to before, so she wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't. "Well, go on, Walk." She muttered she adjusted her heavy bad and forced herself to be propelled down the long dock towards the boat. "Your in security, it wouldn't be right for you to worry about getting on the boat."

She took a deep intake of breath, knowing it would only be a matter of time before she met the others, and eventually the questions would come; in curiosity of the scars she sported. She made more enemies than friends when she refused to tell. With a determined grimace she walked in.

As Kassi walked away she turned a corner sharply slamming right into a petite blond woman, her heavy bags making her crash to the floor. She yelled out as she hit the ground. Kassi dropped her bags and extended her hand in an offer to help the blond to her feet.

"You should watch where your going!" The petite blond snapped. The tag on her shirt read Lt. JG F. Sucara

"I, I, didn't mean to, really," Kassi stuttered.

"What's your name kid?" She asked in aggravation as she picked herself up off the floor, ignoring the pro-offered hand.

"I, um, my name's Kassi. I'm an Ensign," she said. "You out rank me," she cried, seeing Fiona's patch on her sleeve. "I'm sorry-, ma'am," she stuttered, again.

"I'm Lt. junior grade Fiona Sucara, and whats your job here?"

"Mechanics." Kassi said, trying to make up for her faux pas.

Fiona eyed her. "Yeah, I work in security. Lets do this shall we, you stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours." Her eyes flashed dangerously and Kassi couldn't believe she'd already made someone on the boat angry with her.

Fiona turned on her heals and stalked away, as she left, Kassi noticed the deep looking scar that started just above the base of her neck and disappeared down into her shirt. Surprised at the scar, she watched as Fiona disappeared around the corner. For her part, Fiona was already starting to regret her harsh words to the taller blond. Sighing, she turned on her heels and went to find her, as she walked, she very nearly collided with a brunette.

"Excuse me." She apologized trying to side step and find the younger woman she had snapped at earlier. However the brunette in front of her seemed content of speaking with her.

"Hey! Watch it, or you're going to get beaned by some bags," Azra exclaimed, refering to the other womans lack of height.

Azra was on the border between enlisted and officers quarters and didn't realize she had just yelled at the security chief. She shrugged a little to get a better grip on her duffel before heading down the corridor to find her bunk.

"Excuse me," Fiona began, her temper quick to rise. She noticed the lack of rank on the brunette. Not one to usually pull rank, Fiona was in a foul mood and would not put up with being spoken to in such a manner. "I would appreicate you speaking to your higher up in a more apporiate fashion!" She nearly barked the command, her eyes dancing dangerous. "Look at me when I speak with you!"

Azra turned around, eyes widening as she realized she had just insulted an officer. Crappit, she thought, this is not a good way to begin the tour.

"Yes, sir?" she said.

"What's your name?"

"Seaman Azra Piccolo, sir," She replied, dropping her second duffel to salute. "Assigned to tacticle and missions team."

"Yes, well its a pleasure Seaman Piccolo. My name is Lt. jg Fiona Sucara, and I'll appreicate if you would mind your manners next time. I apologize for nearly walking into you. Now if you excuse me, I have someone I need to find." Fiona stalked away, her ponytail bobbing behind her. Azra could hear her muttering about making wrong impressions as she disappeared from view.