Danger_Girl
Apr 11, 2001, 04:42 PM
Okay, just in case you didn?t see it the first time around I?m posting chapter 1 and 2 of my Danger Girl fan fiction together. Be warned that chapter 2 rides the line of that PG-13 rating. Some parts are a bit dark. I think I stayed within what would be considered acceptable, but just barley.
Special thanks to IceBlink for helping me proofread the second chapter. His help was greatly appreciated. Also special thanks to Lysan and Eliste for letting me use?and abuse their characters.
CHAPTER ONE - Breakfast with Eliste and Lysan
Danger Girl, covered in sweat, rolled off the couch after a lousy nights sleep. She would never admit this to anyone, but she was having Dark Falz nightmares again. Her night?s eye saw her soul being draw away from her, held captive in the maw of the ancient alien life force. For some reason, instead of defending its attacks, she raised her guns and fired. Dark Falz, shields down, shrieked in pain, its corporeal hide torn to pieces by the blazing mechguns. Danger Girl, the agony returned in full, gasped as her flesh is ripped to shreds. But she continued to fire. Finally Dark Falz let out a dying scream as it collapsed into the ethereal 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 looked at her clock. She saw she had overslept (again). Quickly putting the troubling dream out of her mind, she began her morning routine.
Danger's morning 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 away what little she made as a hunter, not to mention the many fines levied against her by the guild for her destructive 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 surprise, the guild seemed to frown at such behavior. "Not very good for business," they would say. These disputes would often lead to Danger being escorted to the Sklyly Section jail by Pioneer Security. All this has resulted in Danger's house being a little rust colored shack in the middle of the Pioneer 2 slums.
She filled the tub. Standing, staring into the slightly brown colored ice water. Slowly building the nerve to climb in. Some mornings it took at least 20 minutes to get the nerve. Today however, she had somewhere to be. So after a five-minute showdown between the ice water and a naked Danger Girl, she leapt 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 waterspout 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 fiery red hair.
"Whew! That is NOT my favorite part of the day." She said out loud to herself. She stood, shivering, drying off her pale skin, and 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 hateful glance at the tub.
Now for the tough choices.
Every morning, Danger stood 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 wore makeup. No need to. The DNA cocktail flowing through her veins made her lips rosy red, and she rather enjoyed her naturally pale complexion. She always thought of makeup as a silly human woman ritual. Face painting! How absurd! Quite primitive.
So there she stood 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 was the same question. What to do with my hair? She stood looking at her long red hair hanging down over her shoulders. She tried 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 found her answer. PIG TAILS!!! Ya that's it! After finishing her hair styling, she looked herself over in the mirror.
"Yup, yup! I am beautiful."
She stood and looked herself over for a few moments, gave herself a wink and a smile, then searched 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 said, with a look of disgust on her face, tossing the emerald green and fishnet garb back on the floor. She continued to rifle through her pile of worn out clothes, sniffing for something that wouldn?t offend everyone within a two-block radius. After something passed the smell check, she decided if it fits her mood.
The outfit she finally chose is a dark brown belly shirt, and a dark, baggy pair of shorts. A rather large, fresh bloodstain is visible 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 got dressed and looked herself over in the mirror.
"Ohhhhh yeah! I'm a keeper!"
After a few more moments of gazing, Danger suddenly realized how late she was.
"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 sunrise 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 home world.
Danger thought it would be a good opportunity 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 searched in her pillowcase (where she kept 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 the other night. Well one drink turned into two, and two into three. And so on till the bartender threw her out.
Suddenly overcome with emotion, 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 home world, 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 happened once a year or so. Certain Newman females have rather significantly altered DNA from human women. Such dramatic DNA tampering has lead to some rather bazaar changes in physiology. Not all Newman females 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 had happened to her. Nor will it likely be the last.
You see, Danger Girl was about to go into heat.
-End Chapter One-
Special thanks to IceBlink for helping me proofread the second chapter. His help was greatly appreciated. Also special thanks to Lysan and Eliste for letting me use?and abuse their characters.
CHAPTER ONE - Breakfast with Eliste and Lysan
Danger Girl, covered in sweat, rolled off the couch after a lousy nights sleep. She would never admit this to anyone, but she was having Dark Falz nightmares again. Her night?s eye saw her soul being draw away from her, held captive in the maw of the ancient alien life force. For some reason, instead of defending its attacks, she raised her guns and fired. Dark Falz, shields down, shrieked in pain, its corporeal hide torn to pieces by the blazing mechguns. Danger Girl, the agony returned in full, gasped as her flesh is ripped to shreds. But she continued to fire. Finally Dark Falz let out a dying scream as it collapsed into the ethereal 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 looked at her clock. She saw she had overslept (again). Quickly putting the troubling dream out of her mind, she began her morning routine.
Danger's morning 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 away what little she made as a hunter, not to mention the many fines levied against her by the guild for her destructive 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 surprise, the guild seemed to frown at such behavior. "Not very good for business," they would say. These disputes would often lead to Danger being escorted to the Sklyly Section jail by Pioneer Security. All this has resulted in Danger's house being a little rust colored shack in the middle of the Pioneer 2 slums.
She filled the tub. Standing, staring into the slightly brown colored ice water. Slowly building the nerve to climb in. Some mornings it took at least 20 minutes to get the nerve. Today however, she had somewhere to be. So after a five-minute showdown between the ice water and a naked Danger Girl, she leapt 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 waterspout 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 fiery red hair.
"Whew! That is NOT my favorite part of the day." She said out loud to herself. She stood, shivering, drying off her pale skin, and 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 hateful glance at the tub.
Now for the tough choices.
Every morning, Danger stood 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 wore makeup. No need to. The DNA cocktail flowing through her veins made her lips rosy red, and she rather enjoyed her naturally pale complexion. She always thought of makeup as a silly human woman ritual. Face painting! How absurd! Quite primitive.
So there she stood 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 was the same question. What to do with my hair? She stood looking at her long red hair hanging down over her shoulders. She tried 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 found her answer. PIG TAILS!!! Ya that's it! After finishing her hair styling, she looked herself over in the mirror.
"Yup, yup! I am beautiful."
She stood and looked herself over for a few moments, gave herself a wink and a smile, then searched 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 said, with a look of disgust on her face, tossing the emerald green and fishnet garb back on the floor. She continued to rifle through her pile of worn out clothes, sniffing for something that wouldn?t offend everyone within a two-block radius. After something passed the smell check, she decided if it fits her mood.
The outfit she finally chose is a dark brown belly shirt, and a dark, baggy pair of shorts. A rather large, fresh bloodstain is visible 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 got dressed and looked herself over in the mirror.
"Ohhhhh yeah! I'm a keeper!"
After a few more moments of gazing, Danger suddenly realized how late she was.
"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 sunrise 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 home world.
Danger thought it would be a good opportunity 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 searched in her pillowcase (where she kept 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 the other night. Well one drink turned into two, and two into three. And so on till the bartender threw her out.
Suddenly overcome with emotion, 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 home world, 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 happened once a year or so. Certain Newman females have rather significantly altered DNA from human women. Such dramatic DNA tampering has lead to some rather bazaar changes in physiology. Not all Newman females 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 had happened to her. Nor will it likely be the last.
You see, Danger Girl was about to go into heat.
-End Chapter One-