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For the umpteenth time, Jane decided that she didn't like her face.
Not that there was really anything wrong with it, per se. She just always felt like it didn't live up to the promise of the rest of her body.
Not that Midshipman Jane Derek, Fourth Year, had gone out of her way to create a "smoking hot" body, as she had overheard one of her male classmates describe it. She had just honed what genetics had given her. A taut, sleek form, average height, curves that were pronounced without being overabundant, silky red hair that reached to the middle of her back but was disciplined enough not to get constantly get in her way. Fair skin that didn't suffer from exposure to the sun as so many of her fellow redheads did.
And then her face. A cute face with green eyes that could hold a wide range of emotions. But just cute.
She pushed her self-pity out of her mind and focused on the control board in front of her. It didn't matter what her looks were, she didn't have time for romance anyway. She wasn't allowing herself any time for romance. She had been the first person from her colony to make it into the Star Republic's elite Fleet Academy, and she had hit the ground running the moment she got to the Academy. She had excelled at everything that she put her mind to do, to the point that some of her jealous classmates had begun grumbling and calling her "Mary Jane", though she had not idea what the cultural reference to that nickname was. Couple that to the fact that she either was oblivious or ignored the romantic overtures directed at her, and it was easy to see why Jane was so isolated. No matter. Jane had ambitions and, for the foreseeable future, romance wasn't part of the plan.
The one thing that Jane was disappointed about was that she hadn't got to meet an alien yet. It wasn't surprising. So far, humans hadn't encountered another space-faring race. There were intelligent aliens out there, but their technology hadn't gotten to the point where they could leave their planetary systems. So far, only humans had gone out to the stars.
Right now, Jane was flying a one person vessel. It was a simple mission, really. She was part of a mapping mission, and the area she and her little vessel was mapping was well traveled. Nothing new here. It was just an opportunity for her superiors to see Midshipman Derek at work.
Or that was what it was supposed to be. But even the most traveled parts of space can hold a surprise. One second, her vessel's computer is sending an automatic update message to the mothership, the next...
The next second, Jane just disappeared. It would be approximately five minutes before the mother ship's computer told its human masters that Jane's little ship had disappeared. It would be another five minutes before someone came to investigate. By then, anything that could have helped someone solve the mystery of Jane's disappearance had disappeared as well.
One second Jane was monitoring her board and obsessing (again) on her 'only cute' face, the next her world went beserk. Her screen had been filled with a background of star patterns, overlayed by a navigational grid. The next, she found herself in a planetary atmosphere, heading down. And not gliding either.
Jane didn't even flinch. Her hands immediately flew across the the controls of her ship, trying to make a vessel respond to what her sensors said was an Earth-like atmosphere when said vessel was never supposed to be in anything but vacuum. To give Jane due credit, she did admirably, but she could only do so much with what she had. The last thing she remembered was crashing into foliage before blacking out.
Not that there was really anything wrong with it, per se. She just always felt like it didn't live up to the promise of the rest of her body.
Not that Midshipman Jane Derek, Fourth Year, had gone out of her way to create a "smoking hot" body, as she had overheard one of her male classmates describe it. She had just honed what genetics had given her. A taut, sleek form, average height, curves that were pronounced without being overabundant, silky red hair that reached to the middle of her back but was disciplined enough not to get constantly get in her way. Fair skin that didn't suffer from exposure to the sun as so many of her fellow redheads did.
And then her face. A cute face with green eyes that could hold a wide range of emotions. But just cute.
She pushed her self-pity out of her mind and focused on the control board in front of her. It didn't matter what her looks were, she didn't have time for romance anyway. She wasn't allowing herself any time for romance. She had been the first person from her colony to make it into the Star Republic's elite Fleet Academy, and she had hit the ground running the moment she got to the Academy. She had excelled at everything that she put her mind to do, to the point that some of her jealous classmates had begun grumbling and calling her "Mary Jane", though she had not idea what the cultural reference to that nickname was. Couple that to the fact that she either was oblivious or ignored the romantic overtures directed at her, and it was easy to see why Jane was so isolated. No matter. Jane had ambitions and, for the foreseeable future, romance wasn't part of the plan.
The one thing that Jane was disappointed about was that she hadn't got to meet an alien yet. It wasn't surprising. So far, humans hadn't encountered another space-faring race. There were intelligent aliens out there, but their technology hadn't gotten to the point where they could leave their planetary systems. So far, only humans had gone out to the stars.
Right now, Jane was flying a one person vessel. It was a simple mission, really. She was part of a mapping mission, and the area she and her little vessel was mapping was well traveled. Nothing new here. It was just an opportunity for her superiors to see Midshipman Derek at work.
Or that was what it was supposed to be. But even the most traveled parts of space can hold a surprise. One second, her vessel's computer is sending an automatic update message to the mothership, the next...
The next second, Jane just disappeared. It would be approximately five minutes before the mother ship's computer told its human masters that Jane's little ship had disappeared. It would be another five minutes before someone came to investigate. By then, anything that could have helped someone solve the mystery of Jane's disappearance had disappeared as well.
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One second Jane was monitoring her board and obsessing (again) on her 'only cute' face, the next her world went beserk. Her screen had been filled with a background of star patterns, overlayed by a navigational grid. The next, she found herself in a planetary atmosphere, heading down. And not gliding either.
Jane didn't even flinch. Her hands immediately flew across the the controls of her ship, trying to make a vessel respond to what her sensors said was an Earth-like atmosphere when said vessel was never supposed to be in anything but vacuum. To give Jane due credit, she did admirably, but she could only do so much with what she had. The last thing she remembered was crashing into foliage before blacking out.