“Officer F Yu....calling F Yu.” The petite girl listening to the call gave a snort of annoyance. As a reflex action, adopted long ago when her six older brothers teased her, she brushed an imaginary stray hair from her forehead.
“Officer Yu responding control.” she said icily. 'Shit’ she thought, ‘this guy on control was old enough to be my father...and looks older than my father. Yet he acts like a high school boy the way he treated me.’ She could imagine the guys in control exchanging high fives at his teasing jab.
“Officer Yu responding. Do you need help changing your diaper or do you have a reason for calling?” Sarcasm dripped in her tone and control knew they had pissed her off.
"Ahhh, yes, Yu...we have got more reports of heroines dropping out of site. Normally we would not be concerned, as we know they like to 'enjoy' each other’s company or get mixed up with a villainess they can't handle. However, given the number that are dropping out of site, especially in your...."
"Yes control, I am well aware of the troubles in my zone. If you had bothered to read my daily summaries you would have known I had been following up on this for the past week and have some leads. F YU over control" She killed the connection and smiled evilly at the turn of the tables, imagining how her controller was being jibbed for letting her get the better of him.
She sighed and swept that non-existent hair again.
At 26, Felicia Yu was one of the youngest marshals in the Space Rangers. Like four generations of her family before her, she was in law enforcement. Unlike four generations before her she was the first female in the family in law enforcement.
And she was as good at her job as her brothers before her, as well as those she had competed against at the Academy.
Problem was that her culture could not accept easily a female in a “man’s” role. It did not help that she was the only girl in her family. Despite her father's disapproving glare, her mother's cries and her brother's active discouragement, she cut her long black hair short, streaked it purple and began to workout like a fiend with her grandfather.
He was the only one who supported her-teaching her all of his 55 years of law enforcement experience, as well as helping to hone her body until she could beat the snot out of every cadet in her class. Not that it helped, for it seemed every conceivable obstacle was thrown in her way. This did not stop her, just made her more determined to succeed.
But she tried too hard sometime, becoming the butt of jokes and the stuff of legend. Like the time she was so determined to come first in the obstacle course that she lost every stitch of clothing except her bra. ‘Ahhh, good times’ she thought sarcastically.
She had assumed that graduating top of her class would mean she would get a plum posting. But no, it was only due to her grandfather's influence that she got a patrol at all. And not a prized patrol at that. She suspected her father and brother's working behind the scenes to sabotage her career so that she would settle down and bring honour to the Yu family with a strategic message. When her eldest brother had broached that subject, he got only a black eye for his efforts.
So here she was, for her "protection" assigned to the Heroine Liaison Unit and provided with special exoskeleton armor uniform that provided for enhanced protection and gives her extra strength... to keep up with the heroines and help level the playing field with some lower tier villainesses. I mean, who needs police when you have so many heroines around, right? Stun batons added to her protection, as did her grandfather's vintage magnum.
Designed by a brilliant teen scientist who has trouble meeting girls, it is form fitting black armor with yellow trim. Unfortunately for Felicia, the yellow trim tends to accentuate her breasts, thighs and butt. “Yah, that brat scientist has issues!” she thought to herself for the millionth time.
She knew she was efficient and always got the job done. But she always seemed to manage to blow something up or lose part or all of her uniform at just the wrong time. Her commander had said her motto was “shoot, shoot some more, shoot again and then see if anyone can answer questions”. And he had not meant that in a good way!
Lean and athletic looking with a pretty face and green eyes, the boys (and some girls) thought Felicia was a well-proportioned package - but her intensity always scared them away. Despite her good looks, Felicia had little luck with men, and was wondering if a female would be a better option.
That was the only reason she put up with her assignment - the heroines. She was jealous of their abilities and good looks. No amount of science could allow her to match their abilities, but the tech helped. Not that she needed it much, as the heroines usually cleaned up the problems before the police arrived. That was probably for the best, as some of the more major villainesses were very powerful and needed a few heroines working together to bring them down.
That was why she had not been too worried at first about some missing heroines Usually they popped back up again after a few days, having escaped the clutches of evil and dispensed justice - even if it mean losing some clothing, saying thank you in a special way to their saviours and exacting revenge of a sexual nature. Felicia sighed again and brushed away that invisible hair again as she parked her patrol vehicle. Yes - she thought often of a few of the heroines naked.
But now it had been a few weeks and none of the missing heroines had reappeared - in fact more were disappearing. And her investigation had led her to the local homeless shelter because it appeared to be a common thread in the disappearances.
She felt a shiver as she looked down the deserted streets. It was usually not this quiet, especially down by the shelter. Seeing the shelter depressed her, as it reminded her about the brutal attack on the local nun that she was too late to prevent. "There are always too many victims" she thought to herself. Then she saw a dark figure exit the shelter and begin to move towards her. Sensing danger, Felicia exited the vehicle and got ready for action. But she hesitated when she saw who it was.
"Sister Andersen?" she called out. But then she realized...too late... that something had changed. Too late she started to put the pieces of her investigation together. Much…too….late.....
Through the kindness of
one of my OCs, Felicia Yu, has been added to his wonderful gallery of heroines in peril. renderpretender.deviantart.com…
I wanted to provide a back story as this new version of Felicia is tweaked from the original space girl concept space-girl-writer.deviantart.c…
to fit into the world of
Season 8. And a wonderful and sexy tweak she is - thank you!!!!
Felicia Yu was created at my request by the very talented
and was based on his space-girl-writer.deviantart.c…
I strongly recommend you check out his work - different styles and themes than our good friend
but I am sure it will be of interest to many.