No Sunscreen Required

Posted on Mon Mar 23rd, 2026 @ 5:04pm by Captain Emily Janeway

414 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: How do you do it?
Location: {Admiral Star’s Villa Perimeter – Cumulonimbus Five}
Timeline: Current

:ON:

{Admiral Star’s Villa Perimeter – Cumulonimbus Five}

::Humidity slammed in like a soaked blanket—thick, suffocating, turning every breath into a struggle through saturated air. Sweat traced down Janeway’s temples and jaw as her green uniform clung to her skin. The nebula overhead cast a faint violet glow, streaking across the sky, but the true weight was the oppressive atmosphere pressing down—slicking the mossy ground beneath her tropical field boots and making each step heavier. Bravo team held their positions—rifles low, eyes keen—until the leaves parted to reveal the surprise: dozens of beachgoers sprawled on towels, umbrellas open, drinks in hand, right inside the secure zone. Laughter sliced through the damp air, carefree and unstoppable..::

Janeway ::low, dry under her breath:: “Of course. Restricted zone. Beach party. Classic.”

::She stepped forward, boots gripping the slick moss with a faint squeak, hand on her Type-2 phaser — boomerang grip’s hydrophobic duranium inlays and micro-textured channels repelling the sweat, green accents glinting violet, staying tacky and secure even as moisture slicked her palm.::

Janeway ::raised her voice, sharp enough to cut through the chatter:: “This sector is off-limits. Villa is not public beach. Pack up. Move. Or we assist — politely.”

Beach Goer ::grinning, drink raised:: “Beautiful day, huh?”

Janeway ::thin smile, eyes cold:: “Was. You ruined it. Move, or we make it less beautiful. This is security, not a resort. Mosquitoes have better taste than your shirt.”

Nabarati ::rifle steady, deadpan:: “Captain, they’re ignoring boundary marks on the sector’s designated. Want Bravo to herd them like drunk tourists?”

Valentino ::dry chuckle from the flank:: “Humidity’ll drive them out faster than we will. They’re already melting like their ice cream.”

Young Marine ::muttering, half-laughing:: “Ma’am, one’s cooler is bigger than our team grid. Permission to confiscate?”

Janeway ::sharp glance, raspy edge:: “Denied. We’re not stealing beer. Just their beach spot. Nabarati, Bravo line — polite but firm. Valentino, eyes on the Admiral. If he joins the party, I want to know before he orders appetizers.”

::She tapped her combadge.:: =/\= Janeway to Albion. Civilians in villa perimeter — beach goers, sunbathing, drinks. Need backup or clearance to escort. Tell the Admiral his ‘paradise’ has company. =/\=

::She waited, posture relaxed but unmistakably in command, the faint rasp in her voice carrying over the comm like a quiet warning laced with sarcasm. The humidity made every breath feel earned.::

:OFF:


Captain Emily Jones Janeway
Marine Commanding Officer
USS Albion NCC-3020

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