It was that time of the day again. Dorkpool and Mirror Dorkpool were going into the theater (well, they called it a theater, partly out of the grand old tradition MST3K started. In actuality, it was more of lounge) to Riff yet another bad story, leaving Indometus alone yet again.
She didn’t mind, actually. The two had invited her to Riff many times, but she declined. Mainly it was because she liked having alone time. It allowed her to relax in her own special way.
First, she goes to the holodeck for a manicure of sorts. Well, that’s what she calls it; technically, she was just getting her claws sharpened. She was a catgirl, after all (though Mirror kept calling her a Faunus for some reason) and also a fighter.
Speaking of which, after her claws are sufficiently sharpened, she ends the claw sharpening manicure program, and starts another. This time, it’s a fighting program. Before, she had literally sharpened her claws. Now, it was time to do so figuratively.
She did this on a daily basis. Every day, she changed who she fought against. Usually, it was a rotation of people who screwed her over and/or hurt her. One day it would be Vorix, another day El Catrin, and another it would be some dingbat who called her a furry.
It was, at the very least, great anger management.
Today, it was against Doomsayer, the traitorous asshat who nearly got the crew of the Cheese Doodle killed.
“Hiya, asshole,” she said to holographic recreation of Doomsayer. “Ready to say my name?”
Doomsayer stood there silently.
“You know, because you’re Doomsayer, and I’m going to be your doom, and, oh, forget it,” she said.
“NoT fUnNy,” he said.
Alone time wasn’t the only reason she didn’t Riff.
“Whatever,” she muttered, and attacked Doomsayer.
He moved out of the way of the attack, and countered with an attack of his own. Indo dodged by jumping into the air, flipping, and landing on his back. While Doomsayer tried to pry her off, she dug one hand into his shoulder, and used to other to start slashing at his neck. He couldn’t get her off before she did some serious damage, if the bloody wound was any indication.
She didn’t sharpen her claws just for aesthetic.
By the time Doomsayer was off, he was staggering and obviously weakened. Indo smiled, and charged at him. Weakened, and unable to get out the way, the holographic Doomsayer could do nothing while Indometus cut him to pieces.
It didn’t take long before he died.
Indo sighed. The computer had created these holographic beings based on what was known of them, including their strength and fighting styles. It made for good practice, but for the most part, they didn’t last long (well, except for battles with Vorix). Then again, she’d been doing this for a while, so she’d probably just gotten good at anticipating their attacks.
After the fight, she took a quick shower, and decided to have a bite to eat after a quick check of the bridge. Usually, the bridge checks didn’t really show anything unusual. Occasionally she’d get messages from overzealous military officials who were worried that the ship was spying on them from space. When this happened, she’d just say that no one on the ship cares what’s going on, military secrets wise, on Earth, and if they kept pestering the ship, she’d attack. That usually shut them up.
Today, though, the ship was getting a hail from another ship. That was new. She answered it.
“I am the Wisecracker,” the hail from the other ship said. “I’d like to have your ship. If you refuse, you won’t be laughing.”
She looked at the viewscreen. It showed a rather small ship with a smile painted on the front.
A few thoughts occurred to her. First, that ship most likely couldn’t hold very many people if it’s that small, and definitely not enough to board the Cheese Doodle and take it by force. Second, if the ship were powerful enough to damage the Cheese Doodle, then why take this ship? This Wisecracker’s ship might be very powerful, and the fact that it’s small would cause any opponents to underestimate it. Maybe it wasn’t very strong, and, if that were the case, it wouldn’t pose much of a problem for the Cheese Doodle. And third, Wisecracker? Really? That’s the best name the guy could come up with? Granted, she’s dating a guy called Dorkpool, but still.
With all of this considered, she responded with a simple, “It’s not for sale. Bye.”
She knew exactly what was going to happen, and she wasn’t disappointed. Within a few seconds, the Wisecracker responded. "I ask you to reconsider.”
Indo shot back, “I ask you to go away.”
Wisecracker: “Don’t make me destroy you!”
Indo just fired at Wisecracker’s weapons, damaging them.
“And how are you going to do that?” Indo asked.
“I…um…” Wisecracker said. He thought for a seconds, and said, “I’m going now.”
Indo watched his ship speed through space in the opposite direction of the Cheese Doodle. With that matter resolved, she went to go eat.
On her way to the mess hall, she bumped into the two Dorkpools.
“How was the Riff?” she asked.
“Oh, it was alright. The story was awful, but that’s normal for us.” Dorkpool answered. “What were you up to?” he asked.
Indo thought for a second, and said, “Oh, nothing much. Just the usual.”
“You know, you could Riff with us.”
Indo grinned just a tad. “No, I have enough fun on my own. Now come on, let’s go eat. I’m starving.”