I lifted my bottle in the nick of time. The FaucMerz came crashing into the booth table with her opponent. We were at a space station, supposedly having "R&R". I had downgraded to a point where I was going to be content if we left without any deaths and without needing to escape while hounded by station security. For better and worse, this was typical behavior.
Rejkyavik's soldiers aren't meant to be nice, and they keep their girls "souped up" on the latest steroids to make them stronger and meaner and clearer thinking than the other girls. I had dared to attempt to befriend one of Rejkyavik's soldiers for two reasons. One showed up where I was - this almost never happens. The other reason is that if I find a discarded weapon, I normally pick it up. All of the Emperor's soldiers are classified as weaponry, but ones like the young woman Captain I was with seemed to also have minds of their own. Most of the mind was taken up with fighting, even the part that would normally be concerned with dating and mating.
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