LOG ENTRY 1000: I have finally reached Log 1000! I can hardly believe that I have been serving on the Valentine for 1000 days...It seems like only yesterday I was on the bottom tier doing push ups and drills all day and night, seeing my old friends sneak peeks at me when I was running on the treadmill...I miss them every single day. Especially you Lynn, I know you're out there somewhere after the abduction. I love you sis and hope you're ok, please come back to us one day!
I can't dwell on the sadness, this is a celebration. Senior Investigator Bishop has a great ring to it, Wendy thinks so too. I wonder if the old Drill Sargent knows what goes on up here, I wonder if he knows that Wendy and I are some of the most important crew members on this station. I hope you're proud you dirty old perv, without you none of us would be here!
Speaking of Wendy Willingham, Valkyrie Squad captain herself is coming over mine to celebrate. It should be fun, we haven't spent much time with each other since she became the leader of the Valkyrie's. Either way, I hope that I keep writing these up, here is to another 1000.
Signing off, Angela Bishop.
"Wow where did that spark go?" She muttered rhetorically. Sighing deeply she wrapped her lips around a cold glass and took a short sip of whiskey; The alcohol sent a warm sensation down her body. Her day was a long and grueling one; meetings and reports to file were the bulk of her long working day, but filling out letters of recommendations for Tier 2's who wanted to graduate to Tier 3 always seemed to fatigue her. Her head stung from a painful headache which was caused by seemingly endless walls of text which needed to be studied for a variety of different reasons.
Angela was resting her weary body on one of her chairs which surrounded a small glass table in the center of her Tier 3 Apartment. Clad in nothing but a white towel she laid back and let the comfort of the pillows relax her muscles. Her hair was damp and hung loosely over her shoulders. She took another sip of the whiskey and sighed as she examined more entries in her personal log book. Looking into the past was something she liked to do every now and again, she had made the phrase "Never Forget Where You Came From" her life motto.
Her eyes lingered on the name Wendy Willingham, smirking to herself as she remembered how close they had been once upon a time. She vividly remembered the night the log had referenced. Every small detail from what they drank to the shortness of Wendy's skirt; A fashion choice which only after Wendy left the Valentine to join World Congress, she had done to attract the girls on the ship...a trick Angela had adopted only to feel like the bombshell she was.
She looked up slightly over her hologram projection of her writings, to a large machine in the corner of her room, over the pile of her uniform and light pastel blue coloured lace bra and panties which topped the pile of clothing. She shook her head and stood from her seat, trying to put off the temptation. She moved toward her large liquor cabinet to pull out an old vintage whiskey which was given to her a long time ago. She poured a moderate amount into the glass, extending the volume of liquid which was already in there. She leaned over her kitchen counter, made of white marble with elven carvings etched into the sides. She felt the cold surface through her thin towel and press on her huge bust which sent a shiver down her spine. Taking a long sip and feeling the burn move down her once more she stared at the machine.
It was a simple padded seat with a glass dome encasing it. To the left of the seat was a small holographic keyboard and screen which glowed in the dimly lit apartment. After a moment of locking eyes with it she slammed the glass onto the counter and proceeded to approach the machine. She scolded herself in her mind, chastising her for using the machine again. As she approached, the glass dome begun to retract backwards like a simple sliding door, allowing her to sit in the seat. Once she was in a comfortable position the glass folded back over and closed her inside.
"Welcome to Memory-Make. Please State User ID." A soft voice rose from inside the dome.
"Angela Bishop. Val Dash Two Six Six." She rattled her identification without pause.
"Welcome Miss Bishop. What Memory Will You Be Visiting Today?"
"File name...Wendy." She responded.
"File Found In Most Visited Filter. Will Miss Bishop Activate Sensory Mode?"
"Activate. Set to 100%" She laid back and clutched the cushioned arm rests of the chair, her heart beating quicker than usual.
"Warning. Setting Sensory Mode to 100% Will Make Your Memory No Different Than The Moment You Experienced It. This Includes Moments Of Pain And Emotions You Felt At The Time. Are You Sure You Want To Set Sensory Mode To 100% Miss Bishop?" Angela took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Ready to embrace what was going to take place.
"Yes. Please activate the memory."
The glass around her had begun to change to a cloudy form. Angela heard and felt nothing, almost as if she was in a trance. At that moment she opened her eyes.
"So, here's you your 1000th day in this hell hole Angie!" Wendy rose a glass of brown alcohol towards Angela. They both clashed their glasses lightly together and took a sip in sync with each other. Wendy Willingham was a pretty woman. Whilst nowhere near the curves of Angela or even Mckayla, Wendy filled in the female uniform very well. She wore her dark hair short just measuring below her pointed chin, fringe combed to one side covering her left aqua blue eye. They were both in the same uniform, but still had slight differences which made their own style unique.
While Angela wore her skirt longer and slightly loose, Wendy kept it tight and small, showing most of the top of her thigh high stockings. Angela kept her badges in pristine condition, whilst Wendy kept the only one which mattered over the right side of the uniform; the Valkyrie Squad insignia. Even the jacket differed, with Wendy having hers much tighter and form fitting with the Senior Investigator's being quite baggy and handled with extreme care; A crease would never be found no matter how long you examined it.
"I was thinking earlier..." Angela began before moving slightly on the sofa to face Wendy.
"The old Drill Sargent."
"Oh not him. Don't remind me of that perv. Always trying to look up my skirt." Wendy rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her drink.
"Mine too; I was just thinking if he remembers us. Seeing as both of us have the highest positions on the ship. We could order him around."
Wendy chuckled, taking a moment to think about the image of that old man at their beck and call.
"Order him around huh? I bet you like ordering men around to do whatever you want." Angela blushed, giggling. Wendy raised an eyebrow, intent on unwrapping certain mysteries which her friend kept close to her well developed chest.
"You know...I don't think I've ever seen you with a man. I was looking forward to judging him from afar over all his imperfections."
"Well...I-I just don't think anyone really likes me." Angela looked away, turning back to face forward on the comfortable sofa.
"Oh come on don't be coy with me sister." Wendy shuffled forward closer to her, wrapping one leg over the other causing her skirt to ride further up her legs.
"I'd sell my soul for tits like yours...and an ass like yours...and legs-"
"I get it."
"You must be a fool if you think guys don't want to have it on with you. What you got to do is flaunt what you got girl." Wendy reached forward to place her glass on the trendy table in front of them and stood up, Angela followed her with her eyes as Wendy turned to face her.
"Up." She motioned with her hand. Angela followed suit and stood up.
"Well firstly..." Wendy reached to Angela's hips and grasped the waist of the white skirt and pulled up. Instantly it had stretched and tightened as more of her thighs were exposed. Angela blushed as she felt the skirt tightly wrap around her.
"There we go. Already you're looking sexier than usual...Which I thought was impossible." She winked and smiled at her, casing them both to blush. There was a short silence before Wendy started to unzip her jacket. Angela moved to adjust her skirt, slightly embarrassed over how high it was. Wendy slipped her jacket off and extended her arm to pass it to her friend. Underneath her jacket she had donned a white tank top and a necklace of dog tags with her name inscribed onto the ovular metal trinket.
"Come on, swap with me. I want to see how a smaller one fits in you." Angela blushed and timidly began to unzip her jacket. Wendy watched intently, nibbling at her bottom lip as she quickly realised that Angela had only a black lace bra once the baggy garb was off her body. She looked in pristine condition ass per usual.
"I had no idea you liked lace Angie...You're so cute." She chucked and held her hip, taking in the view before the smaller jacket encased them in a shell of fabric.
"Shut up." Angela said quickly. She had difficulty zipping the uniform up over her chest, but already she felt confidence. She looked to Wendy, who seemed transfixed on her chest.
"...Stop staring..." She muttered.
"You'll get used to the looks Angie. Hell you'll like the attention sooner rather than later, men already want you, just wait until they see you like this."
"What about you, it's not like I've ever seen you with a guy."
"I'm different." Wendy snapped in retort. She reached over and unpinned the Valkyrie insignia badge and held it up for Angela to see.
"As the leader of the Valkyrie Squad I have to maintain professionalism at all times. Which means no intimate relationships." Angela's elven ears flicked in reaction. She scoffed and sat back down on the sofa, looking up at the Willingham woman.
