Spots the Space Marine
A Web Serial by M.C.A. Hogarth
03. Spots is Dancing. 05. Trouble in the Team.

04. Fang



"Can you gimme another rep? Just another fifteen."

"...think so, Claws."

"All right, let's see it."

*clank of bar against sockets*

"Good job. You might be able to benchpress a bunny soon."

"C-claws!"

"Sorry, Spots. You're doin' good, seriously."

"Thanks. I'm trying."

#

Spots joins another member of Team Kitty in the showers, a younger woman with a lithe, hard body and dark skin. This woman's hair is shorn close to her scalp; she has tattoos on her arms and over her shoulderblades. She glances once at Spots when she disrobes and then ignores her... until Spots peels her hair off the strip on her head.

"****ing A!"

"Pardon me?"

"What the hell is that, a rope? How'd they let you in with that much ****ing hair?"

"I guess they didn't care what I looked like, just that I showed up."

"You want to get us all killed with that?"

"It's usually under a helmet, Fang. The atmosphere is toxic, after all." A pause. A sigh. "Look, this is the first time you've noticed it, isn't it?"

"Well, since you keep it in that damned braid on your head, yeah."

"That braid is sealed on my head and I wear it that way all the time except once a week in this shower, when I wash it. Even when I sleep. I have less trouble getting my helmet on than Hairball does."

"Whatever you say."

Spots looks a little mournful as the younger woman steps out of the shower.

#

"Hey, Claws?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I don't think Fang likes me."

"Don't worry 'bout it. Fang doesn't like anyone."

"Why is that?"

"She got assigned here when Dragon Team got destroyed. They were the best, they got the hardest assignment, and they died for it. Now she's here with us ****-ups."

"We're not screw-ups, Claws."

"Can't say I disagree. But by her standards, we're a step down. Waaaaay down."

"But... hasn't she been with you a while? Surely she's gotten... well, used to it?"

"Hell, no." A laugh. "No one likes her attitude. That's why Fang-Two changed his name, just to **** her off. Now Scythe calls her Fang-One, it drives her ****ing insane."

"That wasn't very nice."

"No. But she had it comin'."

"Claws... we have to work together, you know. If we don't like one another—"

"We don't have to like each other. We just have to do our jobs."

"If you say so, Claws."


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