[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia & Tessa May Lance, callsign: Goldeneye | Fighter Assault Bay| Deck Crew Lounge | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] A Joint post by @Triton & @Doc M.. Attn: @Havenborn, @Triage, & anyone else who wants to share a bonding experience with the pilots.]
As Daniel and Riley shared a tender moment, Alessia and Tessa got up on stage to sing a song that was almost guaranteed to break the romantic mood, having an idea or two of her own. Unless of course, the avid rock and roll/metal music aficionado could fill two needs with one stone, given the liberal attitude of the Tac CONN crew. Part of her blushed and the rest of her scoffed at what she noticed her squad leader was up to.
Alessia smirked broadly as she ran her fingers through her hair, asking for her tune to come up next. The Iron Maidens. The Hornet's Striker Squadron was particularly fond of this hymn. Attributed to the Battle of Britain in the Second World War, a holodeck program based off this landmark battle became a widely-used combat simulator. As this song roared into the pilots' headsets at the discretion of squad leaders. For fun, Alessia herself often enough went parachuting at the end of her turn piloting a hurricane or a spitfire.
"Come on, Tessa.", Alessia grabbed her friend by the hand and pulled her up to their stage, and began shouting the lyrics along, letting her hair down after Winston Churchill's famous fighting words.
Tessa squeaked and staggered after Alessia as she was pulled onto the stage.
The Karaoke program displayed a newsreel of RAF and Eagle Squadron pilots racing into combat. Habitually, Alessia recited Prime Minister's words spoken in their darkest hour, largely into Tessa's ear, but so that she could hear the words and let the pale girl take them to heart.
We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air; we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender!
Alessia let go of her hand and let her hair loose, showing how wavy it naturally was when she freed it. Then she broke out moshing, motivated at the progress of Lieutenant Havenborn setting the example for the conduct this evening. Tessa needed some motivation, and this was a good way to cut loose. The song's overture broke out to the sight of RAF fighters spurring into action and racing into the skies. Dogfights against the Luftwaffe ensued. Bounding and thrashing like a rock star of old, Alessia sang with the thrill of being on a roller-coaster.
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack!
Tessa didn't really know the song and it went way too fast for her, but she made a feeble attempt to sing along with Alessia regardless.
Alessia's black-and-gray uniform rolled up to her sleeves as she took a microphone and began to dance with enthusiasm, putting her long-legs into a solo flamenco dance, thrusting her hips and breasts up and out in rhythm, for lack of another word of the beat of the song.
When Tessa realized that she couldn’t keep up with the words of the song, she did her best to keep up with Alessia’s dancing. Soon the two of them were doing the flamenco dance, thrusting and strutting to the cheers and catcalls of their squad mates. Alessia herself unshyly took Tessa by the hip and grinded against her squadmate, mic in hand as she wore a 'bring-it!' face, daring Goldeneye to keep up.
Tessa kept dancing in place as Aleissa paused to resume the shouting:
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheel-blocks there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late!
Alessia unzipped her outfit and was moshing around even further, steadily rolling out of her black outfit, getting some distance from Tessa at the moment to draw even more catcalls from the audience. She grinned impishly and waved.
Tessa unzipped her outfit as well and was moshing to the left and behind Alessia and to her credict was doing an impressive job of mirroring her.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving,
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live Aces high!
'WHOO!" Alessia hooted, concluding a war-faced jam of the song's patented chorus, letting the microphone's echo mirror the original song.
'WHOO!" Tessa hooted as she attempted to copy Alessia’s stance.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again!
Alessia pointed mockingly as if calling out incoming fighters and marking their bearing as the karaoke's music video continued a recreation of a heated dogfight between British and German fighters.
Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns!
Alessia tucked her microphone into her breasts, now only held up by a white tank-top, revealing her toned abdomen that complimented her curvy, Spanish features. She made fists and threw a barrage forward before catching Tessa's hand and using both hands to properly 'guide' Tessa into a fine-formed hug that now showed signs of improvised tango as they crossed the stage to the lyrics. Confident in her own strength, Alessia unexpectedly dipped Tessa before pulling her up for the penultimate verse. To those who had only met her recently, Tessa was a surprising graceful dancer, getting into character and following Alessia’s lead as they put on their impromptu performance. All of those years Tessa had spent cheerleading and ballroom dancing were really paying off. Only her fellow long runners knew that Tessa’s characteristic clumsiness had started after the Theurgy was forced to flee Federation space. To those who had known her since last year, it was a morale boost to see Tessa letting go. Alessia secured her microphone in her hand and raised it as if it was a trophy when she finished, now covered in a sheen of perspiration and nearly going hoarse.
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving,
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces hiiiii-iiiigh!!!!
Taking a bow when it was over, Alessia unrolled the outer layer of her uniform and slid it up from her waist to fit into it again, but didn't immediately zip up, as she glanced at over at the Tessa, her mischievous brown eyes scanning the taller pilot from head to toe, smiling approvingly and having a good encouraging grip on her shoulder. "Not bad! Next time someone doubts you, don'tchu give em a chance, ey?"
'Thanks, Ooh!" Tessa flinched as she gave a comical little leap in surprise.
As if to tease or test her, Alessia had given her partner a mischievous light spank for getting just frisky enough during their moves earlier, having a sneering glint in her eye.
Topic: CH04: S [D05|1955] Karaoke Night (Read 11894 times)
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