The lightning is quickly followed by another flash, and another, and yet another. Until a line of constant blue lighting formed. As time passes the line begins to expand in width, slowly forming a blue oval portal.
As the portal stabilizes, it emerged. A sole Death Star, huge and nearly indestructible. Capable of destroying planets with ease, and withstanding full fledge assaults by space fleets. Its very presence radiated menace and power.
Or at least it would have, if it wasn’t apparent by the glow of the rift that said Death Star was painted bright pink. Various murals and displays of unicorns, faeries, crescent moons and other whimsical places and beings the size of large cities dotted the hull of the station, further detracting from its menace. Even the small (relatively) decoration of Unicron on the bottom of the Death Star wasn’t all that menacing, seeing as how it was done in bright sparkly girly colors of pink and red.
Across the bow of this mighty feminine weapon of destruction was painted in large white letters several miles high ‘Serenity Star.’
Despite its rather peculiar coloring scheme, the Serenity Star was still an impressive ship. The size of a moon, and capable of slugging it out with a Dominator warship. One can only imagine what the owner of the Serenity Star was like. How impressive they were, how powerful, how intimidating.....
......How completely frustrated she was by the decision as to what to wear!
Inside the Serenity star near the top of the station, was a series of quarters the size of a small castle. Within which, past the 1/60th scale model of Pringer Z complete with gift card reading ‘Happy 20th birthday, Love Flonne.’, To the left of the photo album showing several girls at a hot spa, including Hild and a tall buxom tanned women with chromatic multicolored hair, and just under a autographed picture of Dark Lord Valvoga (‘To our favorite interior decorator, love Mickey, Ophelia, and Dryzen.’) was a townhouse sized walk in closet.
Currently buzzing around said closet were several floating garments, which would inevitably be flung out of the closet and land on top of a Buick sized mound of clothes. If one were to glance under said mound, they would find a short human male, in peasant garb with a small metal cap on his skull and a schnoz that accounted for twenty percent of his body weight.
Nodwick sighed. “Can you perhaps narrow it down to at least the hundred that you simple adore, or must we go through the entire last twp decades fashion line Usagi?”
A small blur inside the closet stopped, revealing a cute two foot tall draconic being with brilliant rainbow covered transparent wings. “Buuuttt Nodwick-kun.... I have to look just right for my return! I need Rei-chan, Mako-chan, Mina-chan, and Ami-chan to see how beautiful I’ve become after all these years. They must be missing me terribly.”
A small slithering sound was heard as the other occupant of the room made herself known, her long snake tail lower body shifting slightly as she typed at a PDA with her six hands. The female Marilith clucked disapprovingly at the sheer mess of her employers quarters before speaking. “Really Mrs. Tsukino. According to all calculations you have only been absent from this realm space for a whole week. Just because it’s been decades for you while your mind re-matured, doesn’t mean the same time has passed for your... prior acquaintances.”
Floating gently before them Usagi pouted as she noticed the distaste in Morag’s tone. “Morag-sempai.... You’re not still made at me are you? I thought you looked good in the outfit. And surely your boyfriend would like it.
The Tanari glared at Usagi. “Think what you will, but I assure you a Tanari warrior of love and justice does not work in reality. The superglue in the skirt to keep it on didn’t help matters either. It’s bad enough you had Harry alter your old henshin pen for that damned kender Jubilee Moonsailor. Do you realize what she’s done already??? She keeps filching my laptop!”
Usagi paused and looked slyly at the fuming Morag. “Well if you didn’t keep downloading all those Pokemon roms.....”
Morag’s upper half blushed bright red. “I tell you I have NO IDEA HOW THOSE GOT ON THERE! I never... I mean there is no way I like... pokemon....”
A small snort was heard from beneath the pile of clothing. “Riiight... and the reason you have a picture of your boyfriend cosplaying as a hitmochan would be...?”
“SHUT UP YOU HENCHMAN!... I swear...if my old sorority sister didn’t think your nose was so cute.....” Morag grumbled.
Before any other words could be said however, a hidden loudspeaker blared out in a thick Scottish accent. “Aye Lassie. Transition to normal space has been completed. All energy conduits read normal and shields are operating at peak capacity. My baby here is working perfectly. However during transition there was a wee little bump. As a result we have a code 321a in progress....”
The dragon paused and her form quickly shifted, changing into a teenaged human girl in a navel uniform with long blonde hair done up into twin odango’s. If one were to look carefully they would note that said hair seemed to sparkle in the light as if it was covered in a sheen of glitter dust. “umm....code 321a... Is that the one where the Tuxedo troopers have skipped out on training again to perform a ship wide musical?”
Nodwick shook his head. “No that’s code 245b. I think 321a is ‘the Kender programmers have gotten a hold of the marionette programming codes again and are causing havoc throughout the ship.”
Morag frowned then shook her head. “No no... I’m positive that that was code 423c. Isn’t it ‘Usagi has tried on her Darth Serenity outfit while having the sniffles and is currently high on her breath weapon.’?”
Nodwick snorted. “No that’s not it, that’s a code Omega-put-your-head-between-your-knees-and-kiss-your-ass-goodbye-its-going-to-be-one-wild-trip.”
Usagi paused then shouted. “HEY! I’m not that bad when I’m on happy breath!”
Nodwick and Morag glanced at each other before turning bland eyes upon the pouting human shaped faerie dragon. “Usagi, the last time that happened was in the B5 universe variant 340. While you were stoned you managed to beam a hoard of tribbles aboard the Shadow fleet, unleashed your kender upon the Minbari grey council flagship, and as for the Vorlon’s... Well they still won’t give a straight answer, just calling it the ‘noodle incident’”
“Hey! You can’t prove that last part was my fault... besides it wasn’t that bad and I stopped the Minbari from exterminating humanity in that timeline.”
Morag stared incredulously at Usagi. “Wasn’t that BAD? The reason they stopped exterminating humanity was because they all decided to chase US! If it weren’t for the fact that they were just as eager to attack each other’s fleets as our own ship, they’d still be on our tail and even then it took three universe jumps to loose them!”
Usagi pouted again. “I still don’t see why the Shadows got so angry. Tribbles are so cute and fuzzy; I mean they literally leapt into the arms of the Shadows they came across.”
Nodwick shook his head before dryly replying. “Usagi, they were attacking the Shadows en mass... not trying to cuddle them. We’ve been over this before.”
Interrupting the conversation before it went around in a circle; the Scottish voice broke through the intercom. “Yes, speaking of tribbles, that’s what code 321a is. It means the tribbles have broken loose form their habitat enclosure and are swarming Logan again seeking to be cuddled en masse. Here you can listen in.”
A small click was heard over the intercom, and then through some static a rough voice was heard. “$#)(&^$%#)*^# Hairballs! Get offame! No! Down Lockheed, not you to! I got to train the troops! You tuxedoed twits! Quit laughing and get these fuzzy leeches off of me or I’ll put you through a level 20 danger room scenario! NO! Put away those (%&#*$*^(*^ Cameras!”
The transmission cutoff with a loud *SNIKT* . Usagi paled. “Oh no my poor tribbles! I have to help them!”
With that she rushed out of the room, bowling over Nodwick and his pile of clothes.
“I guess she’ll get back to her outfit selection later. Hey Morag, the betting pool still open?” Nodwick inquired.
“You mean as to how Logan will exterminate the excess Tribbles this time? Yeah. Most people are going with the general slice and dice, with flamethrowers being the second favorite. Convincing the kender that its time for a ship wide iron chef cook off with Tribbles as the secret ingredient is also a long shot. Mainly because Sailor Kender has Logan wrapped around her finger.”
Nodwick chuckled. “Yeah, but to be fair she is a dimensional analogue of his protégé who died under the strengthened legacy virus. Hmmm... Anyone taken ‘throw the lot of them into the plasma reactor core’ yet?”
Morag checked her PDA. “Nope that’s still open. Want me to put you down for your standard wager of ten gold pieces?”
Nodwick nodded. “yeah, in the meantime I think I’ll head up to the bridge and make sure Usagi hasn’t been inputting any course alteration to navigation again.”
“And I suppose I should make sure she doesn’t over berate Logan again.....or try to enlist the kender in rounding up the loose tribbles for that matter...”
With a nod and look of shared exasperation at the impulsiveness of their charge the two turned and left the quarters to go about their tasks
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