FULL THROTTLE SPACE TALES: SPACE SIRENS

The Full Throttle Space Tales: Space Sirens anthology featuring my story, “Just Another Saturday on Outpost Nine” will go on sale February 26, 2009.

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"Just Another Saturday on Outpost Nine" by Bobby Nash: For Erin Moonshadow, alert claxons and patching up battle trauma is all in a day’s work.

Erin Moonshadow felt the cold shroud of apprehension when she woke Monday morning.

Or maybe it was just the cold, clammy tug of a hangover.

The weekend was little more than a nauseating blur as she struggled to open her eyes. All she could recall were half remembered faces compounded by far too much alcohol. Not to mention the synthohol, ethohol, and a few other hols she couldn't quite remember. The only thing she knew for a certainty was that Master Chief Pat Trainor and his crew threw one helluva party. At least the parts of it she could recall through the haze, it seemed like a really great time was had by all.

She sighed. "Now if only I knew your name," she whispered to the dark haired man lying face down next to her. "No wonder I didn't sleep well," she grumbled. "You're on my side of the bed."

Erin knew exactly who to blame for the less than stellar way she was feeling this morning. Teri, a friend from work, had all but physically dragged her to the party when Erin had told her she had decided not to go. It wasn't that Erin was against a good shindig, far from it. She enjoyed a rollicking good time as much as the next girl, but her life had been so hectic of late that there was little time for necessities like sleep, much less going out for a wild night on the town. Her friend's only demand, and boy did Teri know how to get her point across, was that she get out and enjoy herself before she crashed and burned.

As much as Erin hated to admit, Teri had been right. She had needed a night off far more than she cared to admit.

Erin cursed as a jolt shot through her body the instant her bare feet touched the cold deck. Even after all her time in space, the eternally frigid floor was the one thing to which she could not grow accustomed. Not for the first time she wondered what was so damned hard about heating the floors. We mastered artificial gravity, for God's sake, she thought. Why can't we install heating elements in the freaking floors? Or at the very least, lay a little damned carpet?

Pulling the bed sheet around her snuggly, she eased out of bed slowly lest the pounding in her head change its tempo. Her guest was completely out of it and didn't so much as shift position as she pulled the cover away. Her hope was that the cold would wake him so he could get out of her bed and back to wherever it was he belonged. Unfortunately, it did not work out quite as planned. Surrendering, she wobbled toward the small bathroom at the far end of her small apartment with the sheet trailing behind her.

Despite the bitter cold, Erin somehow managed to keep from shivering as she turned on the hot water and forced herself beneath the showerhead, letting the steam from the warm recirculated water envelope her. It felt so good beneath the heated water that she wanted to stay there all day.

Unfortunately, she had other obligations. She had to go to work, although the notion of using a personal day occurred to her more than once. She was even tempted, but decided against it.

She was pulling on her second boot when the first impact rocked the station, throwing her off balance and dropping her bodily to the cold deck where she slammed the palms of her hands while trying to keep her face from smashing into the steel deck plate.

"What the hell was that?" her guest shouted, coming to attention immediately.
A second impact hit just as he moved across the bed. Like she had before, he also tumbled off balance as the shock wave rattled the walls. He too toppled off the tiny bed and fell to the deck.

Right on top of Erin.

"Ow!" she screamed, more out of embarrassment than pain. "Get off of me!" she demanded as she pushed the naked man away.

"You okay?" he asked, not the least bit concerned that he was laying naked on the floor of her apartment. At least she knew who it was in her bed now. Jonathon Bolton, one of the newly arrived Alliance officers stationed on the outpost to help facilitate day to day operations. The only thing she really knew about him was that he had told everyone at the party to call him Bo and that he was quite the go-getter on the dance floor. She had hardly been able to keep up with him, although she sure did try.

And he must have been a smooth talker to have convinced her to let him come back to her apartment. That wasn't something that she allowed to happen very often.

"Dandy," Erin answered as she got to her feet.

"Any idea what's happening?" he asked. "Are we under attack?"

"I have no idea."

"That's not very reassuring."

"Get dressed!" she told him as she tossed his pants at him. "We've got to find out what's going on!"

As Bo pulled himself back onto the bed he watched her run out the door. Before it closed behind her he could swear he heard her say, "Hell of a way to start the week!"