Lt. Louanne Katraine was tired. "Out of all the pilots they could assign, why do I get the graveyard CAP(combat air patrol)?," she thought to herself. "Oh well, thank the Lords it's almost over..."
All of a sudden, Kat's thoughts were interrupted as the comm system crackled to life: "Viper Two Niner Eight, Galactica."
"You are cleared into the break...portside landing bay, hands on approach...checkers green, call the ball."
"Roger," she replied, as she entered the landing bay and hit the trap.
She said to herself, "What a relief, I can't wait to get a good shower and relax."
"Maglocks secure." "Welcome back, Lieutenant."
It seemed like an eternity as the elevator descended to the hangar deck. Finally, her patrol was over. As she opened her cockpit, a familiar voice said, "Damn, you look like hell." It was Lt. Kara Thrace, AKA Starbuck. Kat replied, "I thought I only felt like it."
"I think I ache in muscles I didn't even realize I had." Kat really respected Kara, even secretly idolized her ever since she started out as a rookie pilot and was in the first training class taught by her.
"Trust me, you'll get used to it, at least you stayed in one piece," Kara said, in her trademark smartass way.
"Kat, I just want you to know, you've turned into a really good pilot and I'm proud of you."
"Even though you draw the frakked up assignments sometimes, it's because we all know you'll get the job done."
Kat stood speechless for a second, just kind of beaming with pride. "Awww thanks, I don't really know what to say to that."
Kara smiled back. "Don't say anything, just take a compliment."
"You're lucky, because I don't throw 'em around too easy."
"Anyhow, I'll see you later...take care, Kat."
As Kara walked away, Kat smiled. "I guess I have finally arrived," she thought as she opened the hatch to causeway B. When she arrived at the junior officers' quarters, Kat sat down on her rack and peeled off her flightsuit and clothes in what seemed like record time.
In the dim light, she stared at her naked image in the mirror. She wondered to herself, "Why is it that this damn war, flying these frakkin' planes...make me feel like sometimes I'm not even a woman anymore?"
Kat was frustrated. She had recently gotten back to duty after a bout with depression, and a mild addiction to stimulants. She had been through a personal hell the last couple weeks.
"When will these frakked up feelings go away, do they ever?"
"I don't even feel attractive sometimes...I wonder if anyone finds me attractive...FRAK!!!"
"Maybe I just need to loosen up, maybe i'm just lonely."
With that, Kat wrapped her towel around herself, and made her way towards the junior officers' head and shower area.
As she opened the hatch to the junior officers' head, Kat noticed letters stuck on the mirrors above all the sinks, not handwritten, but on official letterhead from the CIC: "Due to hot water heater malfunction, all hot water to junior officers' and enlisted head unavailable until 14:00 hours."
"FRAK!!!!," Kat cursed out loud. It was only 05:45.
"If it isn't one thing, it's another on this God's damn ship...there's no frakking way I'm waiting for 14:00 to take a warm shower," Kat thought.
"It's the middle of frakking night," "I'll just head over the senior officers' area, 'cause no one's gonna be up right now...and anyway, I deserve it."
She had been warned before to stay out of the senior officers' area by Captain Lee Adama, but right now, Kat didn't care. She was openly stubborn, and she was bound and determined to get her way, at least this time. So with that, Kat made her way to the senior officers' head.
When Kat arrived at the senior officers' head, she opened the hatch as quietly as she could. "Ok, cool...no one's in here, looks like I'm good to go," she thought, as she quietly moved to the shower. Kat turned on the water, and stepped under the warm stream.
"Ahhh...just what the doctor ordered," she thought to herself, as she stood, eyes closed, savoring the delicious warmth.
Kat relished the moment, slowly exploring herself as the water and steam massaged her supple skin. Her hand traveled over her breast, tracing her sensitive nipple softly with the tips of her fingers, then pausing, and slowly moving down between her thighs. "MMMM," she moaned sofly as she continued to explore her femininity, brushing softly across her clit.
"Kat?" startled, Kat whirled around, a little red faced. It was Kara.