“The [name] family motto might as well be, Anything worth achieving is worth overachieving”.
She could see the immigration clerk’s eyes widen at the name on the galactic passport.
“You’re a deCulco?”
“I’ve spent my life being the black sheep of the family,” she smiled. “You can relax.”
Not that there was much trouble to be expected at a station called Podunk. She wanted to disappear. Become someone else. Be anything else than a hero from a long line of heroes.
And it was looking like a great idea. Until the Hol’vath showed up.
They were deathworlders with their minds bent on unthinking conquest. Loot and pillage, but, thanks to their being descended from some kind of newt, raping was out of the question.
They caught Peggy while she was shopping for bathing supplies. She’d lashed out with the only weapon she had.
A bottle of Easy-Squeezy soap.
Which turned out to be deadly poison to newts.
She then filled her trolley with boxes of squeeze-bottle soap and threw them to any survivors capable of using them,
Peggy’d never wanted to be a deCulco. She’d wanted to be obscure. To labor along with the common throng.
And then she became the Saviour of Podunk Station. With a bottle of soap.
Catapulted into the spotlight, she had only one thing to say, “The deCulco family motto might as well be, ‘Anything worth achieving is worth overachieving’.”
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