YSS Tin Man, 0701 hours, Over Planet Mevar
In the dimly lit captain's quarters of the Plumeria-class gunship, a woman stirred in her bed to the sound of a chiming communicator. Lightly blued bedsheets slid off of pale, freckled skin, and the Taii sat up in bed, green eyes blinking off the harsh glow of the communicator on her bed-side table. A great flowing mane of red and black hair seemed to surround her, some even sliding off the edge of the bed and working towards the floor. She sighed to see the time and pressed a button on her communicator before jutting her thumbs beneath the edges of her mass of hair and pulling it together so she could start the tedious daily process of weaving it into a thick braid.
Responding to her button press, the harsh glow of the communicator melded with the lambent light of the ship's volumetric projectors.
Soon, a stone-faced man was watching the Captain braid her hair while he spoke.
"Good morning, Taii. It's time for you to--" He greeted her crisply, then looked slightly downwards and recoiled in disgust. "Eugh, you should sleep in more clothes, Lulu-san."
Lulu frowned back at him blearily and then looked down at the sports bra and boy-shorts she'd worn to bed. She kept braiding her hair, but thought to maybe stop for a moment and waddle her fat at him or something. She wasn't
that fat. Star Army regulations never let an officer get too far out of shape. Still, she
was farming a small reserve of pudge. She looked back at the face before her and asked cutely, "You don't think I look sexy, Hon-kun?"
"Absolutely not." Replied her stern-faced executive officer, who then closed his eyes as he explained just what, in his mind, was wrong with her body. "First off, you're fat. A woman should not look like you do. She should have thin hips, long and delicate legs, small tea-cups of breasts, and take care of herself the same way a man should...
You--"
He gestured to her with both hands, a look of bile upon his face, "You, Sharidon Lulu, are disgusting. Your thighs are like over-grown hams, your rump as if a pair of fatty beachballs, and sitting above your distended paunch is a set of breasts not unlike floppy melon-shaped utters."
Lulu took a break from braiding her hair to let her hands wander down her figure, tracing along each of the curves with a coy smile. "You say it like it's a bad thing," She replied, almost seductively moaning the answer. Clearly, she liked the description.
Clearly, her XO did not.
"Taii, just come to the bridge." He blurted, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The YSS Soyokaze is headed for Mevar and will arrive in two hours."
"Ah, right." She responded as she went back to braiding her hair. "We've got to somehow use a gunship and an escort destroyer to take on a heavy cruiser." There was a sigh, and the captain tilted her head to one side in annoyed sorrow. "I guess I can give it's crew a run for their money if I play it smart. Hell," She admitted with a softer sort of smile, "We might even get them to make a fatal mistake."