Arrival at Blue Skull – Summertime Blue – Extract #124th March 2016 - Author: John Campbell Rees
‘I’m Lieutenant Ilayanksya 461/09 Wadz, the Duty Chemist for this plant.’
‘Pleased to meet you, I’m…’
‘I know exactly who you are Subaltern, I have been ordered by the Major to take you to his office.’
There was no hint of friendship in the other style’s voice. Fortunately, there was no enmity either. ‘And he wants to make this formal, I see you are in mufty, so I will take you via the changing room.
‘No problem,’ said Nevamarsya. The two continued through the plant to an airlock. Once through it they both removed their masks.
‘Won’t I need more Emprintable Fabric?’ Nevamarsya asked.
‘No, you don’t,’ Lieutenant Ilayanksya replied.
With the expected buzz from the Emprinter, her clothes changed into an uniform, but not the one she was expecting. Nevamarsya tugged at the hem of the short tunic/dress of the informal uniform, usually worn by waitresses, barmaids and younger female shop workers whilst on duty, in a vain attempt to make it longer.
‘Sorry about this. The old letch in charge sets dress code,’ said Lieutenant Ilayanksya ‘I can’t change it. No need to put your hair into a ponytail, he likes styles to wear their hair down on duty. However, you will need a cap.’
‘I see why you wear the lab coat. Can I borrow one?’
‘You’ve got far better legs than I have, maybe it will distract the old fool a bit.’
‘Thank you, but I still like to chose when and where I show them off.’
Finally a reaction form the other girl, who laughed out loud.
‘What about the other staff, what do they think?’
‘Since I arrived here it’s just me, the major and the Winter Jumpers, aka Subalterns Bendertant and Queltodant.’
‘I suppose they are thick and woolly.’
‘Got it in one. As the only female down here, I have to put up with a lot of sexist crap.’
‘I’d read about that.’ Nevamarsya was amazed, ‘I thought it was all made up. Surely the Major doesn’t really think Anthers are superior to Styles?’
‘In every way. He is one of a small minority, but sadly one that is growing. Added to that he is a real Root Supremacist. He’s a bundle of joy to work for.’
They arrived at the Major’s office, and Lieutenant Ilayanksya knocked politely on the door.
‘Enter,’ said the voice inside the office, as the door automatically swung open.
Chapter 17 – Down in the Dumps – p244-245