The Unexplored (For Frankfly)

Amia let her relax like that or a while longer before she nodded and stood her up, slowly, and stood up as well. "Take a few more moments to center yourself, and then return to your duties," she said softly, smiling at her. "And please, don't give me a reason to bring you in here again."

Kit glowered at her. "That's blackmail!" she hissed. "I'm pretty sure THAT is against the law too!" She pouted, ears laying flat.

[FrankFly]

"O-Okay, captain," Tipi replied, blushing slightly. She hoped that she could keep that promise. She carefully reached into her spandex pants and rubbed her spanked bottom cheeks. Her hands felt cold against the bare skin.

Outside, the conversation continued.

"Blackmail is against intergalactic law. It was passed in 3041 C.E. and-" Lady began to recite mechanically.

"Oh, shut up," Delra snapped, and the robot did so instantly. "Blackmail or not... Watch yourself, fox." the navigator warned with a wicked grin.

Amia nodded and stood, patting her should before she began to walk out of the room, motioning for Tipi to come out as well.

The fox snorted. "You watch YOURself, you brat..." she smirked.

[FrankFly]

Tipi nodded, and pulled her hands out of her pants. She followed closely behind the captain as they made their way back towards the bridge, her backside still stinging from the paddling she had just received. The two women could just begin to hear the conversation that was taking place on the bridge....

"Or what?" Delra asked, the smug, triumphant smile still playing across her mouth. "What could you possibly do to me, you fuzzy little rodent?"

"Foxes are not rodents, navigator," Lady began. "They are-"

"Shut up!" Delra growled at the android.

Amia appeared just as she had her last outburst. "Engineer Delra, I trust everything is all right here?" she asked. Her eyes shifted from Delra to Kit, who quickly turned back to her controls, hastily tapping away at a few keys. "Lanka, Lady, did anything happen while I was away?"

Lanka, not wanting to make any sort of waves, shook her head. "Um, uh, no ma'am. Everything's all right here, I think, yep..."

[FrankFly]

Lady, however, did not understand that there might be consequences if she answered honestly to the captain. Besides, Lady didn't quite understand the concept of dishonesty yet.

"Kit and Delra had an aggressive verbal exchange," Lady reported.

Delra glared at the android through the holo screen and shut the device off, not wanting to hang around and see how the captain took to this.

Amia frowned and crossed her arms. "I see... and what was this exchange about, Kit?" she asked.

Kit gulped. "Erm, nothing in particular, ma'am. She's just being a bitch as usual."

"I see." Then she turned to Lady. "Lady, please report all the events that transpired while I was out of the bridge."

[FrankFly]

Lady nodded, but didn't speak right away. Instead, she approached a nearby computer screen. She attached a wire from the device into a small black panel on the back of her right hand.

"Replaying events on holo screen," Lady said, a glazed look coming over her grey eyes.

With that, a large holo screen appeared. There was Captain Amia, leading Tipi away down the hall to her cabin. Lady was replaying the entire conversation from her perspective.

"What is a 'spankin''?" the robotic woman's disembodied voice asked Kit in a confused tone.

The fox looked back at her. "Hm? Oh, well first off, it's actually called a spankinG, with a G on the end. It's a form of punishment meant to embarrass the spankee. Basically, what happens is that the spanker will put the spankee in several different positions, like over the lap or bent over a chair, and slap their bottom several times with either their hand or a bunch of other implements." She grinned. "Doesn't always work the way it's supposed to, though, hehehe."

"Oh," Lady said, although it was clear that she still didn't understand very well. "Is a spanking," she made sure to pronounce the 'G'. "Standard protocol on a ship?"

Kit shrugged. "Nah, they're not. It's the captain's personal choice. She prefers this type of discipline. Says it works better than confining people to their rooms and half rationing..." she poked at her cold soup. "Despite the fact that I only have half a meal sitting in front of me... grrr!"

"I still do not understand. How is a 'spanking' an effective form of discipline?" she asked in her monotone.

"It's not," chimed in Delra, whose face was still on the screen. Obviously, she had been eavesdropping on their conversation. "Trust me, they don't work. Anyone who says they do is full of crap."

Kit snorted slightly. "It's about fifty fifty for me." She grinned. "Hehe, besides, the captain has quite an arm, Delra. Tell me, how hard did you cry last time she took you into her room? hehehe."

"Um, um," chimed in a shy, quiet voice over the intercom, "I-I find it very effective." It was Lanka, their engineer. "Um, last time I was paddled, I really didn't want to mess up again, so I worked very hard to make sure I was doing a good job."

"I-I didn't cry," Delra insisted, scowling at the fox through her holo screen. "Anyway, Lady, spankings might be effective if your a huge wimp. Like Lanka."

Kit smirked at Delra. "Says the woman who still cries whenever she watches 'All My Planets.'" she taunted.

Lanka flushed a little bit. "I am not a wimp. I just know better than to upset the captain, a-and you two should know better too."

Kit rolled his eyes. "Oh, I know better, I just find it very, very boring to be a good little soldier all the time, hehe. "Besides, a few smacks on the butt is nothing to deter me from, say, dipping Delra's hand in warm water while she's sleeping."

"I-I don't watch junk like that," she muttered quietly. "And if I ever catch you in my room, you'll be getting a lot more than a few smacks on the butt" she warned.

Kit grinned. "Now why would I ever wanna venture into that pigsty?" she countered, leaning on his arm. "I wouldn't be surprised if spores were breeding in the vent in that place. Ick!"

"A pigsty is a habitat for swine, not spores," Lady said intelligently, looking at Kit.

"I'm sure you have your reasons, you scruffy little rat," Delra growled back. "Anyway, you're not in much of a position to talk about my quarters... I had a peek in your room the other day, and I saw something in there that the captain wouldn't appreciate you having..."

"Those herbs are... are for medical purposes!" she shouted, growling at the navigator, bearing her fangs a bit.

Lanka cleared her throat slightly. "But uh... Kit, aren't you in perfect health?"

He snorted. "My tail gets sore now and then," she said lamely.

"I can treat tail soreness," Lady said in her monotone. The android had a wealth of medical knowledge programmed into her, and often served as the crew's doctor when needed.

"Medical or not," Delra began with a smile, "I'm fairly certain that intergalactic law prohibits the use of those herbs by organic beings..." Grinning broadly through the holo screen, the pink-haired navigator leaned back in her chair. "So, unless you want a soundly smacked bottom, courtesy of the captain, you had better not cross me."

Kit glowered at her. "That's blackmail!" she hissed. "I'm pretty sure THAT is against the law too!" She pouted, ears laying flat.

"Blackmail is against intergalactic law. It was passed in 3041 C.E. and-" Lady began to recite mechanically.

"Oh, shut up," Delra snapped, and the robot did so instantly. "Blackmail or not... Watch yourself, fox." the navigator warned with a wicked grin.

The fox snorted. "You watch YOURself, you brat..." she smirked.

"Or what?" Delra asked, the smug, triumphant smile still playing across her mouth. "What could you possibly do to me, you fuzzy little rodent?"

"Foxes are not rodents, navigator," Lady began. "They are-"

"Shut up!" Delra growled at the android.

At that moment, Amia reappeared.

"Ending replay," Lady announced. She unplugged the wire, and looked mildly around the room, unaware that she may have just made enemies out of Kit and Delra, which were two beings that you did not want to have as enemies.

If the captain had not been staring her down, Kit would have been fuming. As it was though, the fox did not want anything to get worse, so she kept her tail lowered and faced straight ahead as the captain brought up Delra on the hologram monitor again. "Delra, report to the bridge, please," she ordered, giving her a light glare.

[FrankFly]

Delra glared back through the screen.

"What? Why?" she demanded angrily. Had that stinking fox ratted her out? Still, the captain seemed quite stern about it, so even a rebellious young woman like Delra knew it would be better to follow orders than it would be to continue to defy and make things worse on herself. Besides, it was tough to be mutinous when you only had half a ration. The navigator made her way to the small tube that led from the navigational deck to the bridge, but took her time doing so.

"Yeah?" Delra asked roughly as she arrived on the bridge. The navigator wasn't wearing her uniform. Instead of the skintight, long-sleeved top that all the other crew members wore, Delra was wearing only a white sleeveless undershirt that her purple bra could be seen through (The bra was also against uniform). The pants were technically in uniform, but the navigator was wearing a pair that wasn't the proper size, so while they still fit her, they were baggier than the leggings the others were wearing.