|This is a story motivated by a posting by Ika on Freedom City, saying
that if someone wrote a Thania/Kasabi story she'd write a story with
the pairing of choice of the perpetrator of the T/K story. So I wrote
this, just so I could ask her to write me some f/f stuff (I think I
asked for Jenna/Dayna) :-)|
There's not very much Blake's 7 in this story, really. You
can read and enjoy it without ever having seen the series, although
the frame story will make a bit more sense if you've seen at least
"Pressure Point" and "Trial". There is some sex in it, but you can
safely skip it without missing any plot, should you so wish.
Written by Calle Dybedahl
Sometimes, random chance can turn the most minor decision into something much bigger. Call it fate, if you will. Call it bad luck. We may live in a rotating steel ring in deep space, but Lady Luck is still with us, and she is still fickle. Decide that, after reading reports for far too many hours, the officers' mess hall is too far away. Throw the uniform jacket on the bunk, put on a black top with no insignia and go eat in the enlisteds' mess instead. Not strictly allowed, but the men pretend not to see the rank stripes on your pants when you enter, and soon enough they've forgotten you're there. So they talk.
They talk as they talk when the officers aren't listening, as they talk when they think only they and others like them can hear. They tell each other things, things they aren't supposed to know. They tell each other things that you aren't supposed to know either. They say there's a new prisoner in the brig's political wing. They say it's Kasabi. You're not hungry any more.
No, that's wrong. You're still hungry, but a lead weight just fell into your stomach and you cannot eat. Same effect, different feeling.
In a trooper's club on Kilimanjaro Spaceport, Trooper Second Class Thania was stoned. Scented smoke and holographic effects drifted through the room, psychoactive music filled the atmosphere with a hectic feeling of having fun. Sweaty, well-trained bodies moved everywhere, dancing with impossibly acrobatic movements, buoyed by concealed gravitic plates of varying strength. The better you knew the place, the better you could dance, the better you could impress potential partners. Not many were any good, but then, most potential partners didn't need much impressing. Momentary release from stress and mortal fear is a marvelous aphrodisiac. Thania had lost count of how many glasses of Synaesthezine she'd had, but she was quite sure it was too many. She could taste the colours of the holographics, which was always a bad sign. For some values of bad. She decided to switch to something else, and started towards the bar. A patch of Logic, perhaps. Logic meshed quite interestingly with Synaesthezine.
Someone dancing smashed into her, and she smashed her knee into a table. The pain smelled like metallic roses burning. She tried to turn and see who had hit her, and while she turned her knee gently bent. Before she quite understood what was happening, she was lying in somebody's lap. Somebody was warm and soft and hard like a gently playing brook. "Oh, darling, where have you been all my life?" she heard someone say. She meant to reply, but before she could form the words the lap's owner bent down and kissed her like a velvet-black summer night's sky. She liked the feeling. When the kissing lips tried to withdraw, she put her arms around the associated neck and held on. Laughter came from several places around her and fell on her skin like white-hot snowflakes.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it, Kasabi? She sure looks your type," someone said.
The kissing mouth disappeared and was replaced by a face that looked like angels singing. "Didn't expect quite so much enthusiasm, though," the face smiled at her. "Who are you, my pretty? And are your eyes really supposed to do that?"
"I think I've had a bit too much," ran out of her mouth. "You're beautiful. Dance with me."
"Delighted to. What is it you've been drinking?"
"Synaesthezine. My favourite. You like it?" The angel helped her stand up. The knee had stopped smelling, and she had little problem standing. Sensations bombarded her from all directions, but somehow she still managed to focus on her angel.
"Never tried it. What does it do?"
"Cross-connects your senses. You look like a very beautiful song, and you smell the most delicate shade of red. Try it?" Even as she asked she signaled a waiter for two glasses.
"Well, you certainly seem to be having fun, so, sure."
Thania laid her arms softly around the angel's neck and led her onto a low-gravity plate. They danced, slowly, gently, grabbing the glasses from the waiter as it passed them by. Thania knew that she shouldn't be having any more, her perceptions were already far more messed up than was good for her, but she didn't care. Tomorrow was far away, and return to duty days after that, an eternity away. "Wow, that's weird," the angel's voice caressed her gently. She pressed herself closer against her.
"You look like the smell of a spring morning just after sunrise," the angel said with wonder in her voice.
"Told you you'd like it," Thania said. "You should try having sex while on it some time." Her senses were turning into a jumble, crossing and re-crossing and crossing yet again. The angel ran her hands over her back, which started out smelling like clean sheets fresh from the laundry and ended up tasting of fine red wine.
"Some time like now?", she said, nibbling on Thania's ear lobe.
"Now is nice," she said, breathless from the crystal green colour in her ear. "I have a room in the back."
Slowly, urgently, they danced their way across the club, hands roaming freely over each other and clothes coming loose.
"I have no idea who you are," the woman beside her in the bed said. "For some reason that doesn't really bother me."
Thania felt vaguely disconnected from the world, as if she experienced everything through a thin sheet of a glass, and she had some problems concentrating. Synaesthezine hangover, it'd pass in a few hours or so. "I don't know who you are either, so we're even there," Thania said. "This is my room, isn't it?"
"Think so. It's not mine, anyway. The name's Kasabi."
Thania thought hard for a moment. "No it isn't, my name's Thania," she said.
The other woman laughed. "My name is Kasabi. Pleased to meet you, Thania."
"Oh. Right." She propped herself up on her elbows and shook her head in an attempt to clear it. Her memories of the night were strangely clear. A side effect of the synaesthezine that she'd never quite managed to decide if she liked or not. "There's no food here, so we'll have to go out somewhere for breakfast, I'm afraid."
Kasabi smiled at her in a strange, secretive way. "Fine," she said. "I know a place nearby."
The place was a half-floor below the street. Through the window Thania could see the legs of people walking outside. She ate her sausages slowly, drank her tea very carefully and tried not to look like she was staring at Kasabi. "Do you come here often?" she asked, and winced internally once she heard what she'd said.
"Almost every time I'm on leave on Earth," Kasabi said. "It's not all that good really, but it's consistent, near the club and usually not crowded." She made a face and waved her hand at the room in general. "Which may very well be because of the decor."
Thania looked around. Bare walls of a uniform sterile brown colour, hard floor, uncomfortable chairs, worn tables. Terrible acoustics, and a smell of fried food that must be ingrained in the walls. "It looks like a mess hall," she said.
"Probably why I like it," Kasabi said. "It feels like home."
They both laughed, and for a moment that seemed to last forever their eyes met. Thania looked away. "I suppose you have to go back to your ship," she said, and as she said it she felt a twinge of fear inside.
"No, I'm free for another couple of days," Kasabi replied. "But you must have plans," she didn't quite ask.
"No, nothing. I don't have that many friends. You know, military life, moving around a lot."
They ate in silence for a while. There was some noise from the other guests, but overall it was surprisingly silent for a room with no echo dampening at all. "I feel like taking a walk," Thania said. "Get my circulation going. Shouldn't have drunk so much 'aesthezine last night."
"A walk sounds nice. And I think you drank just about the right amount." Kasabi smiled a somewhat nervous smile.
Thania put her fork down. "I don't want any more food. You?"
"No. Let's go".