With Georgia/Lisa:
My little captive-crewmembers looked around at each other with their adorable faces for a moment, before the one that had helped me up stepped forward.
'Pak!'
"OW!"
The Fairy hit me! Did... did that count as self-abuse? I rubbed 'my' shoulder, where the other fairy had punched 'me' as she laughed sarcastically, "Haha, very funny Lisa," she took the C-4 from me, examining it carefully, "but seriously, how'd you manage it?"
"I'm not Lisa! I'm, Georgia!" I took a step back, just in case, "Seriously!" They all looked at me, dubiously.
The fairy in front of me snorted, "Yeah OK, Lisa, we believe you." She said sarcastically.
Is this what I'm like to other people? I hope not. Well, I'd show her!
Spoopi-Ghost powers, activate!
Olivia examined the C-4, idly patting herself down one-handed, looking for some spare wire, before turning to face Lisa, passing the explosives off to the fairy next to her.
"Honestly, thinking you're Georgia? I mean its technically true but damn Lisa, that interrogator must have jostled a few screws loo- LISA!"
Lisa had dropped like a sack of flour, barely able to catch herself before she hit the floor.
"Lisa?" Olivia went to the other fairy's side as the one with the busted jaw spoke.
"Ib she okay?"
Olivia turned to face the others as she helped the woozy Lisa to her feet, "I don't know I-Gukk'gig!" It was her turn to slump, held up barely by the newly risen Lisa, who looked around in mild confusion, blinking rapidly.
Two of the other fairies came over to help her, as a third addressed Lisa.
"You alright?"
Lisa finished blinking as Olivia was taken off her hands, "Uh, what? I just had the most vivid dream..." The others turned to look at her, "It's like I was being controlled, but not. I wanted to do everything I did, but I didn't know why I was doing it." Little Eyebrows rose around her, "It felt like I was me, but... more me than normal?"
"You weren't dreamin' girl!" the two helpers startled as Olivia jerked awake again, grinning in a far too familiar manner, "I learned how to pilot fairies like what Chitose does to her planes! It's great having depth perception again!" She turned her big head side-to-side, as if to demonstrate.
Lisa looked at her partner, "Olivia?" she paused, "...G-Georgia?"
"You were expecting another fairy, but it was actually ME! Georgia!" Olivia's body said happily, striking a pose.
"..."
"..."
The fairy with the busted jaw came up to stand before Olivia, "Georba? I'b bat weely woo?"
Georgia took a moment to parse the words through the slurring, "Yes!" She replied happily.
'PAK!'
'Georgia' reeled back, clutching her nose, "OWWW! COME ON!" she stomped Olivia's tiny stubby-feet, "Why won't you believe meeee!?"
The SEAL shrugged, "I boo, I'b juss takken ba phance poo bet you back phore pallin' ubs mahweems."
Georgia stopped rubbing her current container, Olivia's, nose. "Ubs... what?"
"Mahweems!" The fairy repeated.
Georgia paused, before speaking, "Why is itI'm the spirit-possessing ghost-person and SHE's the one speaking in tongues?"
One of the other fairies facepalmed, before speaking in a monotone, "She said: 'I do, I'm just taking the chance to get you back for calling us Marines.' "
"Oh. Thanks."
"Yeah, no problem, I'm fluent in Idiot."
"HEY!"
Lisa, who had shaken off the fairies who had been holding her, broke into the conversation, "Well, while this is nice and all, and it's fantastic to finally be able to look at you eye to eye..." she gestured around, "What now?"
"We're in the Re-class, right?" Georgia asked for confirmation.
"Yeah, we aren't too far from the hangers, but we passed through some weird halls, it's like we came through two or three ships getting here. Ithink we are in the Battleship-part?"
Georgia nodded, looking around before beckoning them closer, "Alright, so here's the plan..."
Meanwhile:
The two sailors walked down the tight hallway from the gally, mess trays in their stubby hands as they ate as they walked.
"So, you hear we got prisoners in the brig now?" One of them spoke around her mouthful of peas.
The other looked over, "What, like, actual prisoners?" She paused to shovel some baked-beans down her throat-hole, "not just some of the rowdy girls from the Aircraft Carrier section again?"
Her compatriot shook her head, "Nah, apparently Re caught 'em spying on us out of a tiny submarine!"
"A submarine?!"
"Hey! That's just what I heard!" "The Sargent in charge of the brig is grillin' them tomorrow, I hear she's breaking out the meat, the batteries, the spiders, everything!"
"Aw man, that's a waste of perfectly good pork chops!" The sailor punctuated this by stabbing into her own meat.
"Yeah... " The two came to a junction in the hall, this one leading to the brig in-question, "wanna see?"
The fairy shrugged, "Sure, why not?" the pair came up to the doors leading to the rarely used brig, where one waved to the guard on duty, "Hey Simion, hows the watch?"
The guard scratched her chin idly, leaning against the bulkhead, Springfield slung. "Boring as shit, haven't heard a peep in there since I got on watch." She stopped leaning against the bulkhead, turning to face the pair fully, "the girls in the armory down in F-7 are having a pretty fun time going over their stuff, apparently they have some kinda fancy guns, lotta unnecessary looking crap stuffed on 'em that the engineers have no idea what it does." She grinned, glancing at the pairs' mess trays, "Get this, the girls we caught actually had something worse than K-rations in their kit!"
The two sailors gagged a little, before one spoke up, "Dammit girl! We're trying to eat here!" She stuck out her tongue, "bleh! But now I'm curious, what was it?"
The guard tipped back her black sailors cap, "Well, they were labeled C-4, but they didn't have any cans at all, no fruit, no cheese no nothin!"
"Don't C-4 ration packs have chocolate in 'em?" one of the sailors asked.
The guard shook her head, as if still disbelieving, "Yeah, but these ones didn't! It was just some shitty plastic-tasting mashed potatoes wrapped in spray-painted foil!" she shuddered, "Bleck! The humans probably thought they'd make rations 'efficient' by mixing as many calories as they can in potatoes and calling it a meal."
The sailor nearest to the guard gagged again slightly, "Man, glad we didn't get born into to a more modern ship, that soundsdisquist-"
'BOOM!'
The sailor was cut-off as the lock keeping the door to the brig closed exploded, making the heavy steel hatch swing outward with force, clipping the guard, who was thrown off her feet by the slab of steel, the sailors dropped their trays as they stumbled back in shock, clutching their ears at the unexpected shockwave.
Black and White blurs shot out of the now open doorway, almost before it rebounded off the wall. Two of them zeroing in on the sailors as they made to stand again, while another jumped the prone guard. One of them hadjust gotten back to her feet before she found herself under assault, "WHA-!" She got a quick pair of crosses to the face, snapping her head side to side, before her attacker ducked low and rammed a vicious uppercut into her left kidney, "Hrk!" She fell over, clutching her gut, and the SEAL followed up with an elbow to the side of her head. She dropped like a stone.
Meanwhile, the other sailor had gotten into a disoriented boxers-stance, throwing a straight left at her opponent, who wove to her left, the fist passed her right ear. The SEAL wrapped an arm around the outstretched forearm before getting it in a lock under her armpit with her other hand and wrenching it to the right, dislocating the limb. The sailor howled for the brief moment it took for the SEAL to deck her in the now un-protected face, crumpling her nose with a crackle as she fell over with her eyes crossed.
Lisa took a moment to give the guard an extra crack up-side the head with the butt of her own 'appropriated' Springfield, as Georgia, wearing Olivia's body, whistled, impressed as she walked out of the open door.
"Damn! You clobbered 'em good, girls!"
Lisa looked at her, "I think I heard 'em talking about people looking over our guns in an 'F-7 section'."
Georglivia clapped her hands together, "Well then, lasses, we have ourselves a destination! We get our guns, then on to the Hanger!" Georgia grinned widely, even as distant shouts could be heard moving closer.
"It's Showtime!"
Outside:
The Re stopped suddenly, jerking to a halt before looking down and rubbing at her belly.
"What the heck was tha-" She stopped, an odd expression appearing on her face.
The Ri gathered up the courage to ask, "Are, are you all right? You look-"
'Buuuuurp!'
There was a shocked silence in the wake of the Re's belch. The Re put her hand up to cover her mouth, uncharacteristically mortified. "Uhg! Excuse me! I guess something I ate didn't quite agree with me!"
The Ri stepped back, hands in the air as she shook her head, "Forget I asked."