Ave floated above her bed.
She had collected her expensive blankets and signature sheets around her then went into fatale position. The air conditioning in the high class passenger stateroom that she commandeered was set on full blast and only her well sculpted nose stuck out from the tangled mess. The effect was like a fabric super nova slowly twisting in darkest space. She had locked the door and shut down the communications so when the green incoming call light blinked on with a gentle beeping sound she knew who it was because only one crew member had the authority to override her imposed seclusion.
“Go away Huey!” her muffled shout emanated from the center of the bed blanket nova.
“I’m afraid I can not, Miss Von Smeirin-Holt. Remote analysis indicates that your electrolytes are depleted and your protein count needs refreshed. Also, in accordance with your specific demands at the beginning of this voyage I must warn you that you artificial amphetamine and barbiturate levels are at an all time low.”
“I don’t care. I’m never leaving this bed. I’m never coming out of this room. I’m too embarrassed to live!” She cried.
Doctor Green Hue clucked, his voice translator projected just the right amount of maternal care.
“It’s going to be alright Miss Von Smeririn-Holt. In retrospect The Entertainer Rod’s gift of gab and his intuitive knowledge of feminine foot wear would have been blaring indicators that he would refuse your sexual advances, but I suspect that due to your increased flux of female human hormones you did not recognize the fact that you were… how shall I say… barking up the wrong tree.”
Ave just groaned. Never had a man ever rejected her, not even one so light in the loafers as Rod. Then she heard a high pitched stifled sniggering from the background then a hushed growl and a sound of paw smacking scales.
“Huey, do you have me on speaker phone?”
“Uhhhh…No, no that would be impolite. Uhhh, why don’t I send a hearty meal of assorted chocolates and ice cream to your room. These things happen sometimes to races with two or more genders I hear. I’ll side line your meal with some vodka and synthetic cocaine…”
“And a vibrator!” More high pitched Dryone giggling from the background.
“Damn it Ssebtuthi. Your gonna get us busted. Don’t make me smack you again!” Shee’Ra’s gravelly voice could be heard from the phone.
“Uhhhh… I think we have static on the line, one moment.” Said the Doctor. A sound like thick tentacles could be heard swatting Dryones, Vargr and Aslan hide all at once.
“There. All better now Miss…”
“You suck Huey!” Ave cried out from her dark nova of blankets.
“It’s not Huey’s fault, little cub.” Said Shee’Ra. “We’re all concerned for you. You haven’t come out of your stateroom in days. Your hormones are off the charts. You gonna haveta find some relief or else you’ll pop or something.”
“I’m still thinking vibrator. I can fix one up with super wobble mode. And in any color!” Chipped in Ssebtuthi.
“Naw, naw….We go dirt side on R’Bakk somewhere’s, capture a hapless native man, strap him down and then you can have your way with him. With a level 2 tech, it should be Easy-Peasy.” D’irt suggests.
“Now, now… nothing so extreme is needed. Although that was a good idea D’irt.” Huey can be heard over the phone saying “Miss Von Smeirin-Holt, I think perhaps a vacation of sorts among your own kind may actually be therapeutic. Although R’Bak has a Red Zone indicator I am sure it does not pertain to a little poking around.”
“Or getting poked!” interjected one of the Dryone.
“A hunt then!” Announced the Aslan.
“Miss Von Smeirin-Holt what do you think?” pause “Miss Von Smeirin-Holt?”
The high class passenger stateroom was empty. As the expensive linens left the anti-gravity field of the king sized bed they fell to the floor, spot lighted by the hallway lamp streaming through the open doorway. The sounds of the people on phone linger in the still air.
“Huh, she must have left. Well that is a good indicator that she is re-grouping her torn ego and…”
The sound of the medic bay doors opening
“Ave! You’re alive. Dear you should get a shower and change outta those sweat pants,” Shee’Ra says.
“Holy Green Gods she has a club! Run, she’s gone mad…Ow” Ssebtuthi cried.
“I’ll grab her legs. Hold her down… Oh No, She hadn’t shaved in days. Her monkey legs are too hairy to hold on to. Ow…she kicking me! Help” yelled D’irt
The beatings continue.
To summarize, Ave would like to go ashore and bone some dude.