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Can Commanding Officers Relax? It's harder than you think! [OPEN]

Lash was very unused to vacations. Her entire life had been in service to the army, developing weapons and blowing things up (quite possibly with death rays. Alright more like very likely.) and the idea of being somewhere for a few days doing nearly nothing made her oddly confused.

Still, she was appreciative that Stacy had allowed her to use a neotank to move around, even if all the weapon systems had been disabled and gutted out to keep with the rules of the world. It gave her something somewhat familair in an unfamiliar universe. It was hard to imagine where she had all started out, now that she was in a gigantic world ship trying to save the universe from the Ohm. But today wasn't for that! After a bit of shopping and doing what had been asked of her, she was now dressed in a two piece bathing suit, sunglasses covering her eyes. Lash stretched out on top of the neotank on a quiet beach as her pale while skin soaked in the warm rays.

This is nice, she had to admit as she sipped a lemonade. Unlike anything she had seen before, and the smell of the ocean air was quite exhilarating and different from the gasoline, dead bodies and bullets she was used to.

"Relaxing isn't bad at all!" she told no one in particular, content to watch the sea-line horizon. "But maybe I should go get some paper and sketch out a few ideas..."

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It would become apparent after a moment or two that she was no longer alone.

No in fact flopped on his back next to the neotank wearing oversized sunglasses and holding a tanning mirror was a Raptor, A dromaeosaur to be precise.

Normally Lash would have been afraid of 1)the dromaeosaur didn't have sunglasses 2)holding a tanning mirror 3)was somehow all green. It only took a second for her brain to catch up and she turned around, giggling.

"What, so raptors tan easier than your other forms?" It was an honest question.

Beastboy had to shift back to respond, clad in a bright Hawaiian shirt [unbuttoned] and some swim shorts.

"Not really, actually I don't know but I think pigs are the only animal other then humans that can tan and sunburn." He tipped his shades at her so he could wink, "But I wanted to see if I could turn a raptor into a Tannasaurus rex."

Lash hadn't experimented with pigs or dinosaurs, so she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. She did snicker slightly at the joke. Tannasaurus Rex pffft.

"I don't know if the sun here has a high enough UV index. I did, however buy this," she showed him the sunscreen 400 protection bottle, "just in case."

It didn't help that she was as white as ~~freshly driven~~ snow to the point where she almost glowed against the Neotank's metal plates. She was just thankful that she had also bought some beach towels to lie down on or else it would have been incredibly hot.

Replacing his sunglasses Beastboy invited himself up onto the tank with her throwing his own towel over the metal, "I don't even really tan I just turn kind of...darker green. It helps me blend in in like...a pile of spinach." another lame joke but he was amusing himself.

"That sunscreen better work or you'll go from paper to hot pink in like ten minutes...though either look would probably work for you with the right labcoat."

"I was never huge on labcoats," she admitted. "I mostly wore a simple coat, a shirt and some shorts." ~~How someone was able to built things with that outfit, only Nintendo knows.~~. "I don't think I've ever been sunburned either...not gonna let that happen!" she spun the sunscreen bottle around, before setting herself down on the towel again and looking at the sun.

"It's pretty calm here, isn't it?"

Considering one of his friends basically ran around naked because of his mechanical parts Beastboy was hardly confused by Lash's style choice.

"Yeah it is, then again life on the ship hasn't been too busy either. I'm guessing it's not always like this?" He sounded a little hopeful, probably hoping that the peace would last.

"Well, a while ago, everyone was plagued by nightmares," she explained. "Someone...helped us save the day but he got shot in the back by Grif. His name was uh....I forgot." That was weird. Her mind hurt a little thinking about it. Whatever. "But if it's anything to go by the memories of what I saw when the Ohm invaded Omega Land, it's going to be one hell of a war."

Beastboy shivered "Uh yeah...I saw a recreation of one of the grunts in a training class...serious business dude." He didn't look eager to meet one in combat, then again considering his track record of being knocked around more then any other Titan it wasn't surprising.

She looked a bit surprised at his reaction, then recalled the fact he wasn't too certain about wanting his memories back.

"We've got a lot of resources on the ship," she offered. "We have people who can move objects with their thoughts, star fighters, giant robots," she gave him a tiny fist bump ad she continued, "guys who can turn into animals...I think we have a good chance of winning this. Ever read Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

He grinned sheepishly and even blushed a bit at her mentioning him, "Not unless it was a manga or comic book, what was it about?" He asked thinking Raven probably had a copy, or even Robin.

"An old translated book I found in the ship a while ago," she explained. "I wish we had it during the wars cause it would have been handy. It's some old war guy that wrote a bunch of rules for engaging into combat. I think everyone on the ship should take a read at it, or at least the important parts." She paused, scratching her nose. "What are manga and comic books?"

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Beastboy was stunned that he met yet another person who didn't know, "They are so totally cool, it's like a story but with tons of pictures, it moves from panel to panel." He sketched some panels in the sand swiftly, "I'll show you when we go back, I found one of my favorites, "Captain Carrot and the Zoo crew!"

That sounded interesting until..."Captain Carrot?" All she could imagine was a giant carrot with hands and legs. Literally. "That sounds like an odd character to make a story about."

"What? No way Captain Carrot is totally cool! He's like Retro chic in style all big and bold, he's this strong, fast, flying rabbit hero who leads the Zoo Crew as they protect the world from evil!" He cheered and turned into an adorable bunny himself.

So cuuu-

"A rabbit super hero....really?" Well, he seemed excited about it. Maybe this Zoo crew had some explosive adventures or something.

Beastboy shifted back from Rabbit form "Seriously, just give it a shot if you don't like it maybe I can find some old Space Trek comics for you, or "The adventures of Jungle guy" OH I know you'd probably love "Dr. Odd" He's a evil scientist who tries to help save the world but like, he uses evil scientist ways so it doesn't always work out." He laughed as if remembering some of the more hilarious stories.

You might have caught her attention with the last one. It Lash understood one thing, it was evil scientist ways.

"Hey that kinda sounds like me! Except I would never call myself Dr.Odd." Maybe more like Lady Death Ray or the Bombinator.

Beastboy laughed out loud at that, "Bombinator really? Come on!" He couldn't help it the idea of her bursting onto the scene and declaring such a name sent him rolling.

"H-hey! I don't see what's wrong with Bombinator! I like blowing things up and don't most super heroes and villains take their names from what they do?" She paused. "It's kinda stupid when you think about it. Imagine calling yourself Dr.Chill and you shoot out fire bolts? Wouldn't your foes be surprised at that!"

"You've got a point, I mean eventually I'm gonna have to change when I'm no longer a boy." He joked, "But with your personality I'd say we put some leather in your costume and call you "The Bombinatrix"~" He winked suggestively.

John was once again busying himself with the business of supplies when he was passing by the beach, and he saw the tank. A tank? On a beach? Here of all places? It had to be one of the crew. No one else would do something so idiotic. As he moved to get a closer look he heard a familiar voice. One he'd heard just recently. A very annoying voice that he seemed recall calling him an idiot. Finally he noticed her on top of the tank sunbathing. How the hell did the ship expect him to be able to integrate with people like this?

"So they let you have a tank, but they were worried about me having a few assault rifles. Seems to prove my point that the ship is insane."

That voice! She recognized it rather easily. Without even bothering to turn around, she left herself slide down from the neotank where she could talk to him, her head hanging upside down.

"All of the weapons are disactivated. It's just a fancy truck with four-wheel drive at this point. Are you always this whiny?"

"You're calling me whiny? You're the one that wouldn't stop complaining that I took the SCAR." He smirked a little at the thought that he still had both of those rifles. Like hell he'd have let security capture those. "And even with the weapons deactivated I'm stills hocked they let you have a tank."

That said he was still a little jealous.

"Yeah well, at least I didn't have the staff after me...whiny!" Comebacks were never her forte. Neither were insults. "You're just lucky I didn't find a gun store here or else I would have bought one."

She gave the tank a large tap, listening at the echoing metal sound and grinning again. She didn't even notice how her head was starting to become a light pink from being upside down for so long. "Security was pretty uptight about it and I had to get some checks, but it's a little piece of home. Once they knew there were no weapons, I got my pass."

"You'd have bought one? That's..." John couldn't even finish the sentence he simple stopped, smiled, and then chuckled dryly. That was the best this kid could come up with? "Not surprised Security was uptight about it. They're uptight about everything. Thinking like a damn police force when there's a war on."

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Pfft that joke

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