Notes: So this is just a very short drabble that I wrote about Helena Cain and Gina. I hope you like it. I'm currently working on typing a slightly longer short story about the two. That should be up later today.
Number 6—Gina—rested against Helena Cain. She listened to the steady human heart beats.
The woman was hard. She was steel necessary to ensure the space ship survived the continued attacks.
Gina closed her eyes. She was supposed to report to the basestar weeks ago. Instead she worked tirelessly day after day to fortify the shields. And by night she allowed the captain to run her finger and tongue along every inch of her body.
Gina felt her face pull into a smile. She loved this. Gina let her nose bury in the razor straight hair. She let her fingers trail over the perfectly aged flesh. A scar on her bicep and a burn on her abdomen.
Each mark a sign of strength. Each mark a sign of perfection. The one true god was supposed to be perfect. Gina found perfection in her Helena.