? Catching up with Lost Time (or 'No Socializing') ?
I.
As Tristan began to sit down on hir bed, shi set hir helmet down beside hir. The young vixen had just boarded hir fleet's master starship, having finished hir mission on the planet known as Earth.
With a soft sigh, shi began to remove hir uniform piece by piece. Shi started by kicking hir boots off, now leaving only hir two-piece, skintight, black rubber body-suit (which covered all parts of hir body, save for hir head and feet, which were covered in black leather combat boots).
The fox stood up and took the heaped-up uniform into hir forepaws; dumping it into the dirty-clothes hamper besides hir room's door without a second care before closing and locking hir quarters' room behind hir. Shi walked clothes-free across the hallway into the communal shower, thankful to not gain any unwanted, perverted stares along the way.
Ever the diligent one, Tristan was the first to arrive to the showers; most of the other troops still out on the Earthen fields, fighting the humans. But shi was tired of fighting. 'It's a pointless war...' shi thought to hirself, stepping into a shower stall and turning the warm water on with a soft sigh.
And indeed, it was. The only reason the war had started was because Lord Auntaine, ruler of F