Southern Cross by Windstar

Night was the worst though. Then, laying in her bed, staring up at the platting above the bed, she
had nothing to occupy her mind and it ran wild. Not knowing what was going on was hell. Julie
wished she had something, anything to let her know that Emie was all right.
Come back to me, Emie, come back soon.
It had become her mantra these past few days, one that she repeated often.
An hour later she made her way down into what had become known as Marine Country, near the
foreward docking bays. Julie found Katya sparring in one of Southern Cross's rec rooms.
Wincing, the human Guardian took a seat and watched Katya finish beating up a rather large
Marine with a particularly vicious kick/punch combo. God helped the other Marine up and
laughed, pounding him on the back before heading towards where Julie was.
"Marines are weird."
God smiled and wiped her face with a towel as she left the sparing mat and headed towards the
Guardian.
"Oh really, Julie, and why is that? Your Honor Guard knows you think they're weird?"
Julie ignored the second question, since she was quite certain that her Honor Guard thought she
was insane.
"You beat each other up and then walk away friends."
The Russian laughed and took up a bottle of water, drinking from it before answering.
"Why's that so weird?"
"God, I don't particularly like people who beat me up."
"Oh come on, Julie, you went through basic and did self defense right?"
"That's different. I did that because I had to, you do it because you guys like it!"
They both smiled at that, and Katya wiggled her eyebrows.
"What can I say, I like pain?"
"Does Winston know that?"
Julie watched her friend carefully, wondering if the two of them had managed to sort out their
differences yet. Considering the laugh that got, she wasn't really certain until Katya took a seat
on the bench next to her and started unstrapping her gloves and helmet.