GirlxGirl Oneshots

💕 Chapter 11: Fleet of Warships

Type: Scifi, Action, Fluff
Foul Language: Present
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"Oh for Christ sakes!" The circular hostile alien warships which, only moments ago, were seemingly conquered, began to multiply, falling like rain from the sky. "They called for fucking backup! Roxy, you seeing this shit?" Xena called, into her headset while stationed inside her triangular spacecraft, hailing a barrage of open fire on the oncoming aliens. Roxy, who was hightailing it out of their forming cluster, swearing on her hair bun she'd live, and pushing her control wheel so far forward it placed a dent in the panel, was most definitely seeing that shit.

"No time for useless chit-chat. You see a way in you holler at me. This invasion is ending and it's ending today." Roxy veered quickly to the right and out of the path of the oncoming ships. "If we can make it into the wormhole we can stop this."

"That is, without dying! You do realize there's thousands of aliens flying out of that don't you?" Yelled Xena, swerving to fall in line with her Asian girlfriend. "After this you're going to need another tattoo, Rox." She chuckled hardly avoiding being sideswiped by a stereotypical spacecraft.

Roxy, who had found her rhythm, was continuing to fight off the ships. Knocking down one after the other, but barely making a dent in the ever growing storm. "What did I say about chit-chat? If we're going to do this, we've got to be serious. You hold them back, I'll streak my up."

"Sounds like a plan man." Xena taunted, she could hear the eye roll on the other side of the comm.

"Oh piss off carrot top."

"Just because I wear orange doesn't mean I'm a fucking carrot you prick." Roxy laughed at the reaction and began making her way up.

"Fend for me, find your zone. You know how you are without it." She called to Xena while preparing herself for the dangerous journey.

"Yeah, I'm shit without it." Xena called. She truly was, I mean I wrote her. Could have made her better but I didn't. I needed a little catch. Plus, an excuse to throw rock music into a story.

"I wouldn't say that."

"No, but you'd think it. Wishing you luck buck."

"The zone, Xena. Before these ships become too much. Find your zone." Roxy called over the comm, flying her ship with one hand and fixing her black bun with the other. Xena danced her fingers across the digital display inside the cockpit. Soon music began to flood from internal speakers. The rock sound of Another One Bites the Dust blasting out of her small triangular fighter ship.

She began to tap her finger to the beat on her controller wheel. The corner of her mouth turned up  with a smirk. "Found it" Xena thought as she hammered through a small cluster of ships. "That's right, eat laser." Her tan skin brightening in the light of the airborne explosions. Her courage growing as the ships spiral and plummet to the ground as though they were airborne spinning tops all colourful too. But they don't spin as satisfying as one would like. More as though you gave it too much of an angle and it just bounces on the floor for a second before flopping and stopping.

Xena decided to begin her distraction as Roxy shot up to the core of the wormhole. She continued her constant barrage of laser fire, which was beginning to become autopilot with the pattern ridden music pumping into her ears. She searched her ship console for the correct buttons. The rainbow of colour as clear to her as the rainbows on a pride flag. She easily memorized them months ago and with a couple of presses on the aluminium alloy surface, her music was blaring out from her ship and harmless colourful sparks streaked to the sky. She had pressed the celebration button.