Cats and Dogs – Doggy Style
The B–Squad is coming out of the day's physical training.
"Man, fighting Cruger never gets any easier," Jack sighs tired and annoyed.
"He does have, like, a million years more fighting experience than us," Z puts in as she plunks herself down in a chair with a water bottle.
"Not quite a million, Cadet, but you are improving," Cruger chuckles.
"Man, DC, you fight hard," Z cringes.
"Yeah, I mean, I haven't taken a beating like that out of the field since...hm..."
Everyone basically ignores Bridge as he goes off into a continuous stream of consciousness.
"Guys, it's Commander Cruger's job to fight in full capacity in training, to prepare us for the field," Sky says flatly.
"Teacher's pet," Syd grumbles behind him with a towel on her shoulders.
"You're just mad you got flattened," Bridge points out, done with his musings. "Not that we didn't."
"Fear not, Cadets, today wasn't bad at all. In a couple years you might be able to fight me without the aid of four other people," Cruger teases sardonically before heading out.
"Man, that was brutal," Z groans.
"He was pretty intense today," Syd agrees.
"Yeah, he just come out and started taking names!—Doggie style!"
The group begins to laugh, chorusing "that's what she said" as Bridge holds his head in embarrassment and mutters "my bad". Their laughs continue on at Bridge's expense until they notice Kat enter the room. "Hey, Kat!"
"What's Doggie style?" she asks obliviously, getting a fresh cup of coffee.
Everyone freezes; no one wants to be the one to explain it to her. The guys shift on their feet nervously while the girls shake their heads violently at each other, neither wanting to be the one to tell her. Syd speaks up, "you've never heard of it?"
"No, what is it?" Kat furrows her brows and sips her coffee. She looks at the teens curiously. At everyone's looks of uncomfortableness and hesitation she's more confused. "What?—what's wrong with it?"
"Nothing, I, uh, was thinking, maybe you should ask the Commander what it is? It sounds like the kind of thing he'd know about," says Bridge. It isn't until Kat shrugs and heads out that he's smacked upside the head.
"Bridge!"
"What?" he asks innocently.
Kat is already on her way to Cruger's office. She enters without knocking, knowing she never has to. He's sitting at his desk, going over cadet files. "Doggie?"
"What do you need, Kat?" he asks, immediately turning his attention on her.
"Do you know what doggy style is?" she asks.
"Doggy style? Spelled like my name or that infernal term for restaurant leftover containers?" Cruger asks, folding his arms.
"I don't know, but B–Squad was talking about it. Apparently it's quite funny but they wouldn't explain it to me," Kat frowns. It's quite uncommon for her to find something earthly she hasn't learned of.
"I'm not sure. Why don't we look it up on the Google?" Cruger suggests.
"Right," Kat takes his seat and accesses the outside network browsers on the fiberop. screen. "Doggy...style... "
Cruger looks over her shoulder as she clicks on the first result. The eyebrows of both shoot up significantly as they find out what it is. Cruger cringes in embarrassment and Kat flushes from head to toe. The images on the screen don't help anything. When the article goes into incredible detail Kat closes the window and stares ahead blankly in shock.
"That... "
"I... "
"This must never be spoken of again," says Cruger.
"Agreed!" Kat squeaks all too quickly and shoots up out of the chair. The two hurry to the door, eager to forget what has happened.
Bridge is walking by when they come out. "Hey, Kat—Cruger teach you what doggy style is yet?"
Kat blushes intensely and immediately veers off into her lab, in such a rush she almost walks right through the door before it opens completely. Cruger, left to stand there awkwardly, stares Bridge down, "Caded Carson, you are never to utter that term ever again, understand?"
"Yes, sir," Bridge murmurs, shirking away. Once out of Cruger's earshot he murmurs, "guess they found out what it is."