Danger_Girl
04-06-2001, 05:32 AM
Inspired by Iceblink, I will give my own Danger Girl fanfiq a shot. I'm by no means a gifted writer, although I am afflicted with a somewhat over active imagination. I must confess I have a fairly lousy grasp on the English language. But I have little to do tonight at work, so I need to kill time. A fair warning though, this fanfiq has been rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Society of America. Also note that I taken a few libertys with the physiology of the Hunewearl, specificaly in the realm of the biological reproduction.
CHAPTER ONE - Breakfast with Eliste and Lysan
Danger Girl, covered in sweat, rolls off the couch after a lousy nights sleep. She would never admit this to anyone, but she was having Dark Falz nightmares again. Her nights eye sees her soul being torn away from her, held captive in the maw of the anchient alien life force. For some reason, instead of defending its attacks, she raises her guns and fires. Dark Falz, sheilds down, shrieks in pain as it's corporeal hide is torn to pieces by the blazing mechguns. Danger Girl, the agony returned in full, gasps as her flesh is ripped to shreads. But she continues to fire. Finally Dark Falz lets out a dying scream as it collapses into the etherial abyss. Her body, butchered by the mechguns in her own bloody hands, topples into the abyss after it.
Startled awake, rubbing her big, green, sleepy eyes, she looks at her clock. She sees she has overslept (again). Quickly putting the troubling dream out of her mind, she begins her morning routine.
Danger's morining routine is a fairly simple one. Starts out by brushing her teeth, no problem there, other than the rusty water. However the bathing is a bit of a chore. Being that the hot water heater, and majority of the plumbing hasn't worked in three months, she is limited to an ice cold bath.
Danger has never been very gifted at dealing with money. Often gambling and drinking what little she made as a hunter, not to mention the many fines levied against her by the guild for her destuctive behavior. All this has left her quite poor. In fact, on more than one occasion she has given her would-be employer a fat lip...or worse. Much to Danger's suprise, the guild seemed to frown at this behavior. "Not very good for business," they would say. Often these disputes would lead to Danger being escorted to the Sklyly Section jail by Pioneer Security. So all this has resutled in Danger's house being a little rust colored shack in the middle of the Pioneer 2 slums.
She fills the tub. Standing, stareing into the slightly brown colored ice water. Slowly building the nerve to climb in. Some mornings it takes at least 20 minutes to get the nerve. Today however, she has somewhere to be. So after a five minute showdown between the ice water and a naked Danger Girl, she leaps into the tub. Some people are "one toe at a timers." Others are "leapers". Danger has always been one to take the leap. This particular morning it wasn't a very eloquent leap either, as she managed to crack her head on the water spout on the way down. After a few muttered curses, a good scalp rubbing, and whacking the water spout with her back scrubber (as if it was the spout's fault) she suddenly remembered how cold the water was, and how late she was going to be.
Back to the routine. Quick as she could, she scrubbed, making sure to get behind her rather large pointy Hunewearl ears, and shampooed her firey red hair.
"Whew! That is NOT my favorite part of the day." She said outloud to herself. She stood, shivering, drying off her pale skin, taking a little extra time on her hair. Inspecting the lump on the back of her head with her fingers. She muttered a few more curses under her breath and cast a hatefull glance at the tub.
Now for the tough choices.
Every morning, Danger stands in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, trying to decide what to do with her hair and what to wear. She never wears makeup. No need to. The DNA cocktail flowing through her viens made her lips rosey red, and she rather enjoyed her naturally pale complexion. She always thought of makeup as a silly human woman ritual. Face painting! How absured! Quite primative.
So there she stands in front of her little broken mirror. A spider web crack expanding from the center. Inflicted upon it by Danger's fist during one of her less cheery mornings.
Every morning it's the same question. What to do with my hair? She stands looking at her long red hair hanging down over her shoulders. She tries to think of different things. Maybe a bow? How about just letting it flow over my shoulders? Or perhaps a braid? After several different ideas, she finds her answer. PIG TAILS!!! Ya that's it! After finishing her hair styling, she looks herself over in the mirror.
"Yup, yup! I am beautiful."
She stand and looks herself over for a few moments, gives herself a wink and a smile, then looks in her pile of clothes for something to wear. The first test of clothing is the smell check.
"P-U I aint wearing that! Smells like dead sharks!" She says, with a look of disgust on her face, tossing the emerald green fishnet garb back on the floor. She continues to rifle through her pile of worn out clothes, sniffing for somthing that wont offend anyone within a two block radius. After something passes the smell check, she decides if it fits her mood.
The outfit she finally decides on is a dark brown belly shirt, and a dark, baggy pair of shorts. A rather large, fresh blood stain is visable under the arm, but it's Danger's blood, so she lets it ride.
"I hope these shorts don't fall off me in the middle of a battle." She thinks to herself.
"Bah! If they do, so be it. It'll make Eli blush and Lysan drool."
She gets dressed and looks in the mirror.
"Ohhhhh yeah! I'm a keeper!"
After a few more moments of gazing, Danger suddenly realizes how late she is.
"Son of a bitch! I've got ten minutes to get to Pioneer Central Park!"
Eli thought it would be fun if Lysan and Danger joined her watch the sun rise over Ragol. The Pioneer Central Park has a large glass dome, where one could lay back in the artificial grass and gaze off into space. Since the space colony has been in orbit around Ragol, the people have been treated to the closest thing to a sunrise and sunset they've seen since they fled their dying homeworld.
Danger thought it would be a good opertunity to pay back her close friends for all they've done for her by treating them to a breakfast. Not much, but at least it would be something.
So on her way out the door, she searchs in her pillowcase (where she keeps her mesita) for her savings.
"What! Damn it! I had at least 10 mesita in here. I know I did."
Danger paused a second and scratched her head. Then she remembered. She went out to the pub last night. Well one drink turned into two, and two into three. And so on till the bartender threw her out.
Suddenly Danger started to cry. It was unexpected, but nothing really new. It has always been in her nature to have rather dramatic mood swings. A fit of laughter, followed by a fit of rage. Or in the middle of a perfectly fine day, suddenly be overcome with depression. It has always been this way for Danger. Perhaps the result of some misfit DNA. Her depression had grown steadily worse since boarding pioneer 2. She often thought it would have been better had she stayed on her homeworld, realizing she would have been vaporized long ago.
She fought off her tears, dried her eyes, and put on her cheery facade. She already knew she wasted too much time, and would miss the sunrise.
It was at this moment she first felt it. A bad morning about to turn into a bad week. She knew she was about due. It happends once a year or so. Certain Newwomen have rather significantly altered DNA from human women. Such dramatic DNA tampering has lead to some rather bizaar changes in physiology. Not all newwoman have such strange biological cycles, but others, with a more unconventional DNA sequencing, certainly do, Danger being one of them. What Danger Girl sensed was about to happen was not the first time it has happened to her. Nor will it likely be the last.
You see, Danger Girl was about to go into heat.
-End Chaper One-
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CHAPTER ONE - Breakfast with Eliste and Lysan
Danger Girl, covered in sweat, rolls off the couch after a lousy nights sleep. She would never admit this to anyone, but she was having Dark Falz nightmares again. Her nights eye sees her soul being torn away from her, held captive in the maw of the anchient alien life force. For some reason, instead of defending its attacks, she raises her guns and fires. Dark Falz, sheilds down, shrieks in pain as it's corporeal hide is torn to pieces by the blazing mechguns. Danger Girl, the agony returned in full, gasps as her flesh is ripped to shreads. But she continues to fire. Finally Dark Falz lets out a dying scream as it collapses into the etherial abyss. Her body, butchered by the mechguns in her own bloody hands, topples into the abyss after it.
Startled awake, rubbing her big, green, sleepy eyes, she looks at her clock. She sees she has overslept (again). Quickly putting the troubling dream out of her mind, she begins her morning routine.
Danger's morining routine is a fairly simple one. Starts out by brushing her teeth, no problem there, other than the rusty water. However the bathing is a bit of a chore. Being that the hot water heater, and majority of the plumbing hasn't worked in three months, she is limited to an ice cold bath.
Danger has never been very gifted at dealing with money. Often gambling and drinking what little she made as a hunter, not to mention the many fines levied against her by the guild for her destuctive behavior. All this has left her quite poor. In fact, on more than one occasion she has given her would-be employer a fat lip...or worse. Much to Danger's suprise, the guild seemed to frown at this behavior. "Not very good for business," they would say. Often these disputes would lead to Danger being escorted to the Sklyly Section jail by Pioneer Security. So all this has resutled in Danger's house being a little rust colored shack in the middle of the Pioneer 2 slums.
She fills the tub. Standing, stareing into the slightly brown colored ice water. Slowly building the nerve to climb in. Some mornings it takes at least 20 minutes to get the nerve. Today however, she has somewhere to be. So after a five minute showdown between the ice water and a naked Danger Girl, she leaps into the tub. Some people are "one toe at a timers." Others are "leapers". Danger has always been one to take the leap. This particular morning it wasn't a very eloquent leap either, as she managed to crack her head on the water spout on the way down. After a few muttered curses, a good scalp rubbing, and whacking the water spout with her back scrubber (as if it was the spout's fault) she suddenly remembered how cold the water was, and how late she was going to be.
Back to the routine. Quick as she could, she scrubbed, making sure to get behind her rather large pointy Hunewearl ears, and shampooed her firey red hair.
"Whew! That is NOT my favorite part of the day." She said outloud to herself. She stood, shivering, drying off her pale skin, taking a little extra time on her hair. Inspecting the lump on the back of her head with her fingers. She muttered a few more curses under her breath and cast a hatefull glance at the tub.
Now for the tough choices.
Every morning, Danger stands in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, trying to decide what to do with her hair and what to wear. She never wears makeup. No need to. The DNA cocktail flowing through her viens made her lips rosey red, and she rather enjoyed her naturally pale complexion. She always thought of makeup as a silly human woman ritual. Face painting! How absured! Quite primative.
So there she stands in front of her little broken mirror. A spider web crack expanding from the center. Inflicted upon it by Danger's fist during one of her less cheery mornings.
Every morning it's the same question. What to do with my hair? She stands looking at her long red hair hanging down over her shoulders. She tries to think of different things. Maybe a bow? How about just letting it flow over my shoulders? Or perhaps a braid? After several different ideas, she finds her answer. PIG TAILS!!! Ya that's it! After finishing her hair styling, she looks herself over in the mirror.
"Yup, yup! I am beautiful."
She stand and looks herself over for a few moments, gives herself a wink and a smile, then looks in her pile of clothes for something to wear. The first test of clothing is the smell check.
"P-U I aint wearing that! Smells like dead sharks!" She says, with a look of disgust on her face, tossing the emerald green fishnet garb back on the floor. She continues to rifle through her pile of worn out clothes, sniffing for somthing that wont offend anyone within a two block radius. After something passes the smell check, she decides if it fits her mood.
The outfit she finally decides on is a dark brown belly shirt, and a dark, baggy pair of shorts. A rather large, fresh blood stain is visable under the arm, but it's Danger's blood, so she lets it ride.
"I hope these shorts don't fall off me in the middle of a battle." She thinks to herself.
"Bah! If they do, so be it. It'll make Eli blush and Lysan drool."
She gets dressed and looks in the mirror.
"Ohhhhh yeah! I'm a keeper!"
After a few more moments of gazing, Danger suddenly realizes how late she is.
"Son of a bitch! I've got ten minutes to get to Pioneer Central Park!"
Eli thought it would be fun if Lysan and Danger joined her watch the sun rise over Ragol. The Pioneer Central Park has a large glass dome, where one could lay back in the artificial grass and gaze off into space. Since the space colony has been in orbit around Ragol, the people have been treated to the closest thing to a sunrise and sunset they've seen since they fled their dying homeworld.
Danger thought it would be a good opertunity to pay back her close friends for all they've done for her by treating them to a breakfast. Not much, but at least it would be something.
So on her way out the door, she searchs in her pillowcase (where she keeps her mesita) for her savings.
"What! Damn it! I had at least 10 mesita in here. I know I did."
Danger paused a second and scratched her head. Then she remembered. She went out to the pub last night. Well one drink turned into two, and two into three. And so on till the bartender threw her out.
Suddenly Danger started to cry. It was unexpected, but nothing really new. It has always been in her nature to have rather dramatic mood swings. A fit of laughter, followed by a fit of rage. Or in the middle of a perfectly fine day, suddenly be overcome with depression. It has always been this way for Danger. Perhaps the result of some misfit DNA. Her depression had grown steadily worse since boarding pioneer 2. She often thought it would have been better had she stayed on her homeworld, realizing she would have been vaporized long ago.
She fought off her tears, dried her eyes, and put on her cheery facade. She already knew she wasted too much time, and would miss the sunrise.
It was at this moment she first felt it. A bad morning about to turn into a bad week. She knew she was about due. It happends once a year or so. Certain Newwomen have rather significantly altered DNA from human women. Such dramatic DNA tampering has lead to some rather bizaar changes in physiology. Not all newwoman have such strange biological cycles, but others, with a more unconventional DNA sequencing, certainly do, Danger being one of them. What Danger Girl sensed was about to happen was not the first time it has happened to her. Nor will it likely be the last.
You see, Danger Girl was about to go into heat.
-End Chaper One-
Any feed back you have is more than welcome http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/icon_wink.gif.
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