Drag racing was all well and good, but it could never satisfy Leawyn's need for challenges and using skill to get ahead. Not that she thought keeping one's ride from red-lining wasn't a matter of skill, but honestly, a quarter-mile track with a two-shot of NOS for a total of ten seconds worth of sheer adrenaline?

Yeah, not enough to really stand up to the fact that she gets twice as much out of flying. But then, on one trip to Earth, she had discovered Drift Racing. Had recalled the mechanics of it from doing the desert run back home in the foothills. Had discovered that she really did have a knack for for the prolonged power-slides, switch-backs and nail-biting, in-your-face, paint-swapping runs that had her blood singin'.

Baby's hit the jackpot. If she wasn't a pilot, she'd be a Drifter, hands down.

There she is somewhere in the racing underworld on Earth, on the line, waiting for the next run to start...

Prompt: #32 - Star
Word Count: 364
Rating: PG-13

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( Star light, Star bright... )

It had been about a few weeks and the machines were off of her, save for the heart monitor. She was able to move around her room by herself and nothing hurt. They let her go outside, even! (Forget that she was always with someone.)

She was all better, dammit and there was no reason why she should still be here. It was time to remedy that.

So, she rigged the heart monitor so she could slip it off and no one would know. She changed into her civvies and crept to the door. She peaked around the corner.

There was no one around, so she headed briskly down the hall and made it outside to the courtyard.

She's half-way across the quad and nearly to the dorms. If she can just make it to her room, then maybe she can get some real rest...

Prompt: #31 - Explore
Word Count: 241
Rating: PG-13

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The feel of his skin beneath her hand fascinated her. She had never been this close to another and it was all together frightening and exhilarating. The only time she felt like this was when she was flying, but the way their bodies fit together had her soaring higher than she had ever been.

The friction as she moved against him, the glistening wetness as her mouth trailed over his body, all of it was a world she had never seen and she wanted to memorize it. Her hands traced each line, etching it in her mind for those nights they couldn't be together; she pulled his warmth into her soul for the times when she wanted, needed, his arms around her.

The voice that whispered her name was locked in her heart, speaking to her when she needed to hear him, needed to be reminded of someone who's dependency on her well-being went deeper than merely duty, or friend or family. His face danced before her vision always, making her smile when she wanted to cry. His strength carried her through each loss, each defeat.

He was her everything, and she discovered another piece of herself each time they came together, pushing each other to the limit, driving each other insane, loving each other. It was the sweetest exploration to be had, as they learned how to live and love together, in spite of the galaxies that lay between them.

UAC Internal-Memo 040806-1028

MEMORANDUM FOR ERIN DELANEY, CHIEF OF STAFF - ARIAH BASE;
CC: EVELYN RILEY, HEAD CHIEF OF STAFF - UNITED ARMIES OF CLESIA

SUBJECT: MISSION REPORT - THIAN RECONNAISSANCE

STARLIGHT ELITE entered THIAN SPACE at projected time of 0800 hours. Routine mission executed and squadron sweep of outlying areas considered secured. Upon exit of Thian perimeter TERON ambush became evident; Thian space surrounded by TERON ARMADA. Starlight Elite survived initial encounter and broke through the blockade. Several craft damaged in resultant fire-fight, including that of COMMANDER LEAWYN BROCK. Armada persued until Elite made planet fall on VELATIA.

Command Flight defended squadron until suitable cover found. Commander Brock insisted on fighting; sustained serious injuries in subsequent crash and needs medical attention. LIEUTENANT-COMMANDER CASSIDY KNIGHT has assumed command of the squadron ntil further notice.

Request immediate evac.

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[ooc: takes place several weeks after THIS]

"Nice set of wheels, Wyn." CK rounded the Honda S2000 and stood next to it on the driver's side, hands on her hips. Her gaze shifted from the car to her best friend, who was standing next to her, hands clasped behind her back and swaying back and forth on her heels gently. "Where'd you get'em?"

"Oh. It was gift..."

"A gift?" Derek's asked, coming up behind them. He grinned wickedly. "From that guy you were toting around base the other day?"

Leawyn blushed, but said nothing.

CK chuckled. "Come on, Wyn. We know you. Miss Perpetualy-Single suddenly has a guy on her arm - whom she hacks into the database as having Level Fifteen clearence until the day he dies - and takes him flyng." Her eyes sparkled as she stood in front of Leawyn. "You have a boyfriend."

"Do not," Leawyn muttered.

Derek tckled her in the ribs, "Do to. What's his name? How come we haven't met him yet?"

Leawyn giggled as she twisted out of Derek's friendly assult. "Do not, and his name is Dominic Toretto." She bounced out of reach and smiled. "You haven't met him yet because we're not dating." Yeah, we're just sleeping together. And driving fast cars.

"Liar," the two said in unison.

CK walked to the passenger side. "C'mon Wyn. You're taking us for a ride."

Leawyn smiled as she watched Derek and CK climb into the Honda. She slid into the driver's seat and revved it to life. They pulled out of the private motor-pool garage reserved for officer's personal vehicles and headed across the base. Once through the gates and on the open road, Leawyn headed towards the desert strip she had been using to practice racing and then opened the Honda up to her full potential.

She grinned as Derek and CK whooped in delight.

Leawyn laughed. "On the way back guys, we take the top off..."


( ooc note for my girl )

Prompt: #18 - Play
Word Count: 363
Rating: PG

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( Fight Hard, Play Harder )

Prompt: #19 - Safe
Word Count: 127
Rating: PG

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( Better Than a Lover's Embrace... )

Prompt: #20 - Cry
Word Count: 104
Rating: PG

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( Cry Me A River )

Prompt: #21 - Glass
Word Count: 197
Rating: PG-13

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( They Don't Make'em Like They Used To... )

The clouds parted, breaking against her canopy in swirling tendrils, as Leawyn and the rest of the Starlight Elite punched through Ariah's atmosphere. The early morning dawn splashed against her protective visor as she adjusted her speed and settings for the air now buffeting her ship. The fourteen snub-fighters leveled out over the approach-vector and sailed in for a precise landing. All-in-all, the mission had been a sucess, with minimal losses and all objectives complete. The Elite had a day's reprieve before they were required to escort the transports down to the base, and Leawyn was to giver her report to the Admiral.

As her landing struts kissed the tarmac, Leawyn powered down and popped the hatch. Jumping to the ground, she pulled her helmet off and ran a hand through her hair. She fell into step with CK and Derek, and they headed inside.

She gladly hit the showers before making it to her quarters, where she changed into silk sleep-shorts and a tank-top and crawled into her bed with a sigh. Sleep would be very, very yummy.

She closed her eyes, pulled the sheets up around her shoulders and snuggled into the pillow.

She was instantly asleep.

Prompt: #15 - Flower
Word Count: 177
Rating: PG

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( Flower Petals Come In Many Varieties )

Prompt: #17 - Fly
Word Count: 422
Rating: PG

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( First Time For Everything )

Prompt: #6 - Obstacle
Word Count: 168
Rating: G

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( Crossing Paths with a Commander )

Prompt: #1 - Strings
Word Count: 157
Rating: G

terms used are found here: CLICKY

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( The string felt strange )

Prompt: #4 - Flash
Word Count: 238
Rating: PG

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( Leawyn hated the press.  )

Word Count: 278
Rating: PG-13

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( When Hatred Runs Deep )

Word Count: 344
Rating: PG

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( Passion is Relative )