The sad somber tone of Jazz wafted through the smoky room. The Moonlight club was about half full, with closing time an hour away, those out on the town started to slowly drift out onto the streets, either headed home or to other establishments. At the bar, one woman sat alone, Cathleen Mallory, the club’s singer, lazily swished around the ice in her martini, brushing the occasional lock of hair out of her way. She sighed, and rose from her seat.
“One Blue Motorcycle.”
Cathleen turned and saw a man sit down at the bar, she instantly recognized who he was, a Planetary Patrol Officer, his black and grey uniform gave it away. She sat down again, and looked him over; he had a thick head of dark brown hair, a fit physique, and shocking green eyes. He was obviously off duty, and had just downed his drink in one gulp.
Hmm, I guess they are tough, Blue Motorcycles are no pushover. She thought to herself. The officer looked up and eyed her with curiosity.
“See something you like, doll?”
“Oh. No. I’ve just never seen a PO this close up before.”
“It’s nothing special; I just get a whole lot more travel options.”
She stifled a laugh.
“Aww, that’s my only real PO joke. And you didn’t even laugh.”
“Sorry,” she stifled another laugh, “It’s just so bad.”
He grinned, “All’s I do is keep the peace, comedy isn’t my forte.”
She paused to think up a suitable response.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, “I haven’t introduced myself, name’s Rallen, Lieutenant Rallen Gerber, Planetary Police.”
“Oh, I’m Cathleen Mallory, I sing here.”
He paused, “Well, you certainly look the type.”
She chuckled, “Oh, you think so? I’m really not all that good.”
“I guess it’s too late to ask for a sample?”
Cathleen looked down at her watch, “My shift ended about ten minutes ago, but I guess I could-“
“Hey, I’m not really asking, I’ll just come back another night.”
“Oh,” she smiled, “Well, Mr. Patrol Officer, what brings you to such a fine establishment?”
“Eh, honestly?” he shrugged, “I’m only here for a few weeks, so I asked around about some good clubs.”
“Do you always travel around like this?”
“Not really, most PO’s have a squad and sector they’re assigned to, the sector changes every few months.”
“Did your whole squad come here?”
“Nah, I’m here by myself, the 27th unit is rooming me.”
“Oh,” she paused to think, “A special assignment, perhaps?”
He laughed, “I wish, I’m here to be re-evaluated. I’ve been out of action for the past few months.”
At that moment, the barkeep came over.
“Hey, Cathy, the place’s closing soon, you might wanna get ready to leave.” He noticed Rallen to his right, “You too, no special privileges for you.”
“Gotcha,” Rallen paid the barkeep, “You make a mean Blue motorcycle, by the way.”
The barkeep collected the money, “thanks, not many request one of those, you Planetary Patrol Officers really are tough.”
Rallen chuckled, “I try, have a nice night!”
He waved and headed to the door.
The barkeep turned to Cathy, “Trying to catch your next victim?”
She laughed, “I wish.”
The barkeep smiled, “Well, club singers are ‘the elusive catch’.”
I PROMISE, there will be EXPLOSIONS, FIGHTER JETS/SPACESHIPS, GUNS, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. Just bear with me here.