FIC: Combat Bikini, Part 1
Title: Combat Bikini
Part: 1 of ?
Rating: T
A/N: So this is my first real post to LJ, but not to the world! Forgive me if I do something wrong. I haven't had time to figure this place out. My thanks to another poster for already calling attention to this fic on ffnet. Enjoy!
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The mercenaries grumbled among each other as they checked their weapons. The sounds of clicking and cocking interrupted the natural cacophony of the jungle. Muddied boots stamped heavy footprints into the soil of the lakefront, but they paid them no mind. Their area was secure and their guard was, for once, down. Five of them, clothed in rags the color of jungle, stood with their backs facing the water. The group was preparing for a raid on the nearest settlement.
None noticed the dark cloud in the water looming toward them. It would have been easy to spot had they been looking. They ignored the sounds of fish and other predators flopping about in the water behind them. The indigenous animals of this world posed no threat. Just ten feet off the bank, a round, black shape broke the water’s surface. It slowly rose up, stopping only to reveal a pair of eyes protected by goggles. The owner of said eyes surveyed the group then made a decision.
Without disturbing the water, her weapon cocked beneath the surface. Had the mercenaries been watching, they would have seen the red glow of her gun beneath the water as it signaled its readiness to fire.
000
Mitchell adjusted his position. The branch he was currently perched on was awfully hard and scaly. Not one of the more pleasant trees he’d had to climb. He was stomach-down on the foot-wide tree limb, binoculars held to his eyes by one hand while the other steadied him high above the ground. Both of his elbows, bare because of the jungle heat, were raw from scraping against the tree bark.
His enhanced vision showed him a perfect view of the bank where his targets mulled about. Likely they were discussing strategy while they got ready to hit the next village. It would be the fifth one this week if they were successful. The call for help came as soon as the second village was victimized by what was described as a surly group of offworlders. The natives didn’t have much in the way of defenses, but had plenty in the way of allies. It was a perk of having one of the most fruitful fields in this sector of the galaxy.
Carefully balancing his weight, he loosened his single-handed grip on the tree and tapped on his radio. “I see her.” He maintained his binoculars’ focus on the dark black spot in the water, just behind the mercenaries.
A soft crackle sounded, followed by, “I got her, too.” Daniel’s voice.
“She is preparing to fire.” Teal’c’s voice. Mitchell noted the red glow of her weapon being armed. Along with two other SG teams, Mitchell’s teammates were scattered about the jungle. A few, like he and Daniel, were up in the trees, a regular set of monkeys. The rest, such as Teal’c, were well-hidden among the jungle growth at ground level.
Mitchell swatted at a fly by his ear. Sweat matted his hair down beneath his soaking-wet cap. It was miserably hot and humid in this tropical region of the planet. He hoped that this would end soon so he could go home and take a nice, cold shower.
Despite his inner complaints, his eyes never left the scene he was monitoring. He used his one hand to keep the radio channel open in case things got even hotter down there at the lakefront. Her plan was good, but nothing ever went to plan in this business. He swatted at another fly as he watched her swim closer to the bank, only goggles and dark hair showing above the surface. Mitchell could tell when her feet found the ground beneath shallow waters by the way her head moved.
“Get ready to jump in,” he said quietly into his radio.
000
Daniel was on the other side of the bank, sitting in the ‘L’ made by a tree branch and its trunk. The limb was wide enough to be comfortable as he sat with one knee up and the other leg dangling. He chose this tree because of its natural scales that acted as hand- and foot-holds as he climbed.
He held a pair of binoculars to his eyes, watching Vala creep closer to their targets. Judging by the way the mercenaries paid her light splashes no mind, she probably had this covered. He was ready to jump down and help her either way. This was one of those times when he was really glad she was on his side. Those men were about to get a big surprise.
The sound of light padding on the limb next to him pulled his attention away. A monkey-like creature had appeared and was staring at him. Daniel chose to stay calm and simply stared back. Within seconds, the animal decided that Daniel wasn’t interesting, worth eating, or much of a threat. It stalked off.
His radio sounded. “Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle,” Mitchell muttered.
He directed his eyes back toward the bank. Someone whistled into the radio. She was standing up now, just a couple feet off the edge of the bank. Her bare ankles were still obscured by the muddy water. He followed the trail of her white legs up, wondering what exactly she was wearing. She had pants on the last time he saw her, at the quick briefing just before this operation started. Her long legs were topped off by a teeny little pair of camouflage-printed swim bottoms.
Unwillingly, his mouth dropped open. His eyes automatically surveyed the rest of her. Her stomach was completely bare, breasts scarcely covered by a matching camouflage bikini top. She had kept her hair loose, but it was swept behind her shoulders and was dripping wet. Her goggles were pushed up onto her head, allowing a good view of her face. The look of seriousness in her eyes matched that of the huge gun held squarely in her two arms. It’s red indicator light glowed bright as the business-end was aimed at the mercenaries ahead of her.
A big surprise indeed. If the gun was too water-logged to fire, then at least her skimpy little bikini would distract them long enough for the teams to get there. Daniel jumped down from his perch and cocked his weapon.
000
She didn’t bother to say hello. Her finger pulled the trigger and a loud shot of energy blasted out of her gun. The fire blew a hole straight through the mercenary in the middle. He toppled over like a log. Vala continued firing. With a wide swinging arc of her gun, she blasted three more mercenaries with direct hits. They fell over in various, unseemly pieces.
One of the men had leapt out of the line of fire, behind a tree. His weapon now aimed for her head as she shot down his companions. Just the smallest bit of pressure on the trigger and she would be dead.
Suddenly, the feel of cold, hard steel on his temple made his finger relax. “Drop your weapon,” said a male voice.
The mercenary’s eyes darted to the side. A second person was aiming a gun at him, looking very serious. He dropped his gun, and it made an ineffectual plop on the moist jungle ground. Someone pulled his arms behind him and bound them at the wrists. A hand pushed him to his knees.
The woman lowered her weapon once she saw that he’d been subdued. She took a few steps out of the water. Her feet were housed in a pair of water shoes that sunk into the mud of the bank. Beads of liquid rolled down her bare skin. Another man emerged from the trees.
000
“Vala.” Daniel clicked the safety on his weapon and sheathed it. He approached her position, keeping a wary eye on the lone mercenary being tied up by Mitchell and Teal’c. Daniel stepped into her personal space to whisper in her ear. “What the hell are you wearing?”
She couldn’t help but grin.
Mitchell finished with the mercenary and directed his attention toward them, while Teal’c led the prisoner away with SG-15 on his six. “That is not regulation clothing!” he called out with mock-indignation. Vala’s grin grew wider. Daniel shook his head. Mitchell made his way over to the pair. “Woman, you are nothing but trouble.”
Vala looked down innocently. “I couldn’t exactly find regulation swimwear in the locker room, Mitchell. So I brought this instead.” Daniel and Cam followed her gaze. She was right out of a fantasy. Soldier woman in a bikini, holding the biggest honkin’ space gun you ever seen.
“Where are the rest of your clothes?” Daniel asked.
She turned to point at the other side of the lake. The motion had her twisting and revealing the backside of her bikini. Unwillingly, the boys continued looking down instead of where she was pointing. “Over there, on the other bank.” Vala turned back just in time to see their eyes darting back up to her face. She donned a sly smile. “You know, for a jungle this hot, the water is awfully cold.” Eyes briefly darted down to her breasts then back up. “It would be quite a swim to go back there and get my clothes,” she complained.
Cam and Daniel glanced at each other. “We’ll get you new ones,” Mitchell replied. He took the gun out of her hand and nearly dropped it. It was heavier than he thought. He turned away quickly and hurried off toward the gate.
Daniel crossed his arms. “You can’t walk into the gate room like that.”
“Why not? I’m sure it would make the defense team’s day.”
Daniel closed his eyes momentarily. “Vala,” he warned.
Her fingers walked up his chest. He grabbed them to stop their slow ascent. “You’ll just have to lend me the shirt off your back then.” Daniel looked down. He was wearing a short-sleeve button-up over a black dago tee. Everyone knew it would be a jungle planet, so the entire team had worn sparse clothing to combat the heat. He sighed as he took it off and draped it over Vala’s shoulders. The pair began walking in the direction Mitchell had headed.
By the time they got to the gate, Vala had slipped her arms through the sleeves and was wearing Daniel’s shirt like a dress that barely covered her bottom. She conveniently forgot to button it up. The other teams watched them discretely as they approached, having already regrouped at the gate.
The majority of the personnel were men, who had various smiles and grins on their faces. They refrained from crowding around her, seeing as how her own teammates were there. They could get a little protective and had every right to be so. The men watched her legs as she stalked by, ignoring the glares from Mitchell and Jackson. The two other women among them considered Vala carefully, though their looks were far from hostile or jealous. Daniel wondered about their thoughtful looks. Mischief was brewing in their eyes.
Someone brave from SG-4 called out, “What do you call that outfit, Vala?”
Facing the open gate, she turned her head and smiled. “Combat bikini.”
On to Part 2...