Hayden MacQuinn - Fighter Bay: 1330 hours
"You are a beautiful baby aren't you sweetie."
Hayden gave his Persephone Rage fighter a once over, admiring her sheik appearance. Out of woman, booze and his fighter he missed his fighter the most in isolation. Taking out a cloth he began to rub her down, like a woman, 'Gráinne Ní Mháille' was open to suggestions of how to bathe her. A fighter, but a beautiful one at that.
He missed Ireland, and this ship was only thing that kept him tethered to his homeland. Being out in space in god knows where, he felt a certain homesickness, would he ever see Seamus, O'rielly and Meg again? And Meg what a woman, gorgeous black hair tied up in a ponytail, fine body, exquisit personality, and in the moment of afterglow, Hayden thought only of a Goddess.
Being that he had never loved anyone, he used them, Meg was different, a wonderful spritish girl, who laughed at his jokes, and found it funny how people fell for Hayden and then found out after he was a jerk. You need have only read the newspaper to find out about him. Not that he was famous, but more than once he broken up a wedding and gleefully sent the girl to heaven and back.
That last night with her, was the best shag ever.
People underestimated small people, no one really figured he'd get anywhere at home, working in his Father business he had a firm understanding the intricaticy of most vehicles. His Father had told him treat each job like a woman, show her love, give her things to beautify her, and promise her the world. Most of all respect that bond you share.
But here he was, a hotshot pilot, with much beautiful woman who bedded him and certain amount of reverance.
The academy was a great laugh, the hazing ritual was hilarious. he had to bed the Academy nurse and swear her to secretcy he chose instead to go sweet Maria, a kitchen maid from France. He learnt that day what they say about France is true, it's the country of love. But he would add, kinky love.
The nurse was old and horrible looking, but Maria she had a child hood innocence he wanted to exploit. he first called her pretty names, then acted a gentleman, finally he kissed her 'accidently' and well one thing led to another.
Blair was nonplussed, and had to admit Hayden had passed the hazing ritual. Though he behaved rest of time mostly, except when Maria came. But because she never told he never got into trouble. It did dawn on him that she loved him, he didn't love her, he loved her body and accent. But from heart. Nah
Returning to present he smiled, Ireland never a place like you.
Just as he massaged the grime out of 'Grainne Ni Mhaille' he heard his leader come in. He heard because she ran as per usual screaming, "Hayden, how many bloody times? How many bloody times?"
"I count 78 Kitty."
"It's Kat... and not the other name you call me either."
Hayden chuckled.
Going back he continued washing 'Grainne'.
The leader sighed, "I just don't understand you Hayden, you're rude, you womanize, and drink a lot, but when it comes to this ship, you just clean it and treat it like a person."
Shrugging Hayden continued.
"... Okay, well here to tell you Hayden, that we're entering unknown galaxy and well Riggs had informed me to get our best fighters out to scout ahead.
No reply.
Just as she was about to demand an answer, a great explosion shook the ship, Hayden fell and banged his head, muttering curses in Irish gaelic, "What the fuck we hit a bloody whale?!"
Kat got back up, "I'm really not sure..."
Without another thought Hayden tucked rag in his pocket and ran off. Time for a very long drink, to beat down this headache.
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