Girk 101

Comet Rider assayed the situation on the deck around us. "Get medcare for those who need it and tweak the lifesensors up so not even a muon can pass through without us knowing," She ordered the nearest officer, "Co-Commander Girk and I need to have a bit of a session."

"What are you going to do, kick me?" I quipped.

Comet Rider dropped her hand from my collar and spun around on her booted heel. "Follow me, Girk," She ordered, "Don't make me get Keene involved."

"If Keene was involved, I'd figure you'd want to be alone," I returned as I stalked after her, "Personally, I'm not into voyeurism."

I followed her into the Center, which she secured after I'd passed through the portal. Rider leaned against the wall and regarded me intensely, "What crimes are you needing to 'answer' for, Girk? Veema called you 'Scriber'. I assume that doesn't mean you write romantic fiction in your spare time. Be cube with me or I swear I'll put you and your gang off on the next stimulation post and you can work there as a slogger with the bullyboys for the rest of your life."

"I can see why you're called Comet Rider," I replied and did some wall-leaning myself, "Tone down those eyes and we'll talk."

She shifted, both physically and mentally.

"I'm a Scriber. I've worked for 10 years developing tec that'll take out the Monocracy. If you want to maroon me for that, it's your call, Commander."