15259: The bigger gun competitions need to stop, seriously! Before you destroy the planet!

For Admiral Holloway, the time had come. So decided the higher powers of the universe. The time had at last come for him to have his sanity stretched to sanctitorium necessity.

It all started, surprisingly enough, 150 million miles away in the far reaches of the asteroid belt. The space fleet had gathered there to hang, swap stories and inevitably start a shooting contest. The location was perfect! It was far away from earth and the lack of any planets around meant that their shots would only take out the rocks which well, one less asteroid in the belt was one less earth needed to worry about. At least, that's what the logic was on the shipgirl's part.

That's not to say that any weapon firing was authorized. But after a few days of binge drinking, someone was going to start trouble.

Not too surprisingly, Defiant was the first one to engage in this gun toting behavior. She destroyed close to a dozen asteroids with her phasers.

"Not bad kid." Chimaera ruffled her hair in a way that she knew Defiant hated. Sure enough, the starfleet vessel shot her a look. Chimaera ignored her and let off a few rounds from her ion cannons. The asteroids sparked, glowing purple and gold before disappearing.

There were whistles and cheers from the gathered fleet.

"Oh please!"

At least until Yamato forced her way through the line up. Chimaera sighed. "Come now Yams, we both know you'll never-" Her attempts to persuade Yamato failed and a good million square miles of rock vanished under the onslaught of Hawking Radiation. Chimaera who was just out of the beam's path, flicked a strand of hair behind her back. "Right." She sighed.

"Anyone else?!" Yamato called.

Death Star looked like she wanted to have a go but Executor yanked her back and handed her another drink instead. Andromeda came forward and the UNCF flagship groaned at having her glory taken away. Thankfully for her however, before Andromeda could charge up her dual WMG, a new voice spoke up.

"Greetings ladies! Is there a problem here?" The fleet all turned to face the newcomer.

She was tall and graceful looking. Her hair was halfway between brown and golden and it flowed in slightly curled locks down to the small of her back. It matched the color of her dress, the top half of which appeared more leathery and tight fitting. Her boots were of a slightly darker shade and went halfway up to her knees. She had long fingers hidden behind something that resembled old Chinese style finger guards. These in turn were attached to

a black leather bracelet that then split into four distinct lines that ran all the way up her arm and disappearing underneath her top garment. Her rigging was equally odd looking. A pair of golden colored half hoops ran from her shoulders to the small of her back, joining together as they tilted inward. The point they made extended an additional foot. Her blue eyes were keen with intelligence as they traveled over the gathered fleet.

"Not at all." Defiant managed to find her voice first. "Just, a gun contest."

"A gun contest?" The newcomer tilted her head to the side, confused but curious.

"You know, who's gun's bigger. That sort of thing." For some reason, Yamato's comment made the newcomer giggle which she hid behind a cupped hand.

Simultaneously, her other hand reached around behind her. "I am not going to fire it, but if you desire me to participate in this gun contest then I will oblige." She pulled out what appeared to be a long blue cylinder that was mostly open but as soon as she placed it between her hands it glowed. There was a clear connection between her and the weapon, not that dissimilar to Yamato's own gun.

"You power the weapon yourself?" Said ship realized.

"What's the matter sweetheart, John Wayne got your tongue?" The flippant reply sent Yamato reeling. The Southern accent was definitely not natural to the ship although she seemed to take great joy out of wielding it. Her eyes were dancing with mischief.

Any further discussion or worse, resumption of the gun contest, was halted when all the ships including the newcomer received a transmission direct from Admiral Holloway. "COME HOME AT ONCE!"

"Nice going Defiant!" Chimaera growled. "It'll be years before we get to come back out here again."

"How is this my fault?!" The Starfleet ship and Imperial dreadnought argued the entire way back.

Admiral Holloway was still dealing with the fallout of the space fleet's little shooting contest. Unfortunately, Lucy had been in the line of fire and Holloway was still trying to put out fires along with the rest of the EU.

He glared hard at the perpetrators. Defiant, Chimaera, and Yamato were all nursing nasty hangovers. The fourth ship in the room was the one Holloway most wanted to talk to, at least after he'd finished with these three.

"And you didn't bother to check where you were firing first?!" He snapped.

"It was the asteroid belt. No craft would be in the asteroid belt." Defiant snapped, then grabbed her head. "Ow! Bad idea, ow!"

"Tell that to Lucy!" Holloway turned to Chimaera.

"It wasn't my idea to start the contest sir." She said, then also clutched her head. "Ow! Noice equals bad, ow!"

"Why are you looking at me sir? I finished the contest." Yamato smirked, then also clutched her head.

"Actually she didn't." The newcomer spoke up, pushing a lock of golden-brown hair behind her back as she did so. "While Yamato here was the last to fire, I merely showed my weapon and they stopped."

Holloway had a feeling he really didn't want to know but he asked anyways. "And what kind of weapon would that be?" He asked.

"One I hope to never use again. Once was quiet enough." She replied seriously.

"It's a wormhole generator admiral." Defiant spoke up. "At least, that's what my scans tell me."

"Ah-" Holloway really didn't have much more to say at this point. Except maybe this. "You three, get out of my office! As for you, you're not an Abyssal or my girls would be cowering in terror right about now. So what are you?"

The newcomer looked surprised. "I'm a Leviathan, admiral. We aren't supposed to have weapons and when I was born I didn't either. This is more of a recent modification. What's an Abyssal?" She said.

Now Holloway was intrigued. He leaned forward, lacing his fingers together. "Tell me if I am correct and if I am not you may feel free to slap me for being an idiot. Your name is Moya, correct?"

"Yes, I am Moya." She nodded her head in confirmation. "How did you know, admiral?"

Holloway sighed. "This- might take a little time." He said.

Moya looked around her for a moment and spotted a chair which she drug over to the opposite side of the desk and sat down in it. "Please, tell me everything."