The Lost Goats, 56
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avevale_intelligencerThe smallship touched down on the slush-covered plycrete of Wuk's landing field.
"You will show me how to fly this thing," Snood remarked pleasantly, as he re-tied Zander's wrists.
"Will I indeed?" Zander replied. "Well, it's not easy, you know."
"One thing's for certain, you'll never fly it again," Jenny said, taking the rope attached to Zander's halter. "Come along."
They walked, the Nyrond, the pirate and the former lottery owner, towards the forbidding-looking bar where Zander and Soren had first encountered Definitely-Not-A-Good-Samaritan Jenny. The place was deserted, though Zander foresaw some unpleasant congestion when the remaining ships of Jenny's so-called fleet touched down all at once. Jenny led them through into the small back room, and pulled a section of the wall open to reveal steps leading down.
"This way," she said, and in response to Zander's quizzical look, "You surely didn't really buy the whole Tortuga bit, did you? Running a fleet this size takes organisation."
"I noticed," Zander said. "Should get easier, though, as more of them come to their senses. I heard you haranguing them."
"And I'll do it again if I have to." The steps debouched on a well-lit metal-walled corridor with double doors at one end.
"Two harangues don't make a right, you know--oof!" Snood had pushed him viciously in the back. Zander stumbled, and decided to shut up.
"Very impressive," he said, as the double doors slid smoothly open...
"You will show me how to fly this thing," Snood remarked pleasantly, as he re-tied Zander's wrists.
"Will I indeed?" Zander replied. "Well, it's not easy, you know."
"One thing's for certain, you'll never fly it again," Jenny said, taking the rope attached to Zander's halter. "Come along."
They walked, the Nyrond, the pirate and the former lottery owner, towards the forbidding-looking bar where Zander and Soren had first encountered Definitely-Not-A-Good-Samaritan Jenny. The place was deserted, though Zander foresaw some unpleasant congestion when the remaining ships of Jenny's so-called fleet touched down all at once. Jenny led them through into the small back room, and pulled a section of the wall open to reveal steps leading down.
"This way," she said, and in response to Zander's quizzical look, "You surely didn't really buy the whole Tortuga bit, did you? Running a fleet this size takes organisation."
"I noticed," Zander said. "Should get easier, though, as more of them come to their senses. I heard you haranguing them."
"And I'll do it again if I have to." The steps debouched on a well-lit metal-walled corridor with double doors at one end.
"Two harangues don't make a right, you know--oof!" Snood had pushed him viciously in the back. Zander stumbled, and decided to shut up.
"Very impressive," he said, as the double doors slid smoothly open...
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:39 pm (UTC)Dum deh duuuuuuuh-dumm!
Dum deh duh-duh-duh, dum deh duh-duh-duh, dum deh duh-duh-duh, dum deh duh-
Lethiel: SHUT UP!
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Date: 2012-08-06 02:41 pm (UTC)with bansk of consoles, with twinkly lights, big display screens, several red buttons in prominent locations, and a loomingly large and well-upholstered chair positioned on a (Non-Olympic) podium overlooking everything.
There were also a couple of henchmen ... or, rather, henchwomen, in figure-hugging dark catsuits, with impact-resilient, anti-thermal, jackets with the stencilled logo "PACT" on the (literal) breast. They swooped upon Snood, and escorted him to one side, to a separate and smaller area, where the 'Poppo' logo glowed on screens.
"Get on with salvaging what you can out of your take," Jenny told him: "The girls will help. And if there's any chance of running another round and getting crabs in, do it !!!"
Then she yanked on Zander's rope.
"You I have another use for. No-one will believe it, but anyway ... What is the frequency for your N-Band ? Louisa -- " (a blonde console-operator curiously reminscent of Ayesha Brough waved his fingers) " -- will dial it up, and then you'll go on air, reassuring your brethren that you are prefectly safe, that the coupl is progressing as per planb, and that Caesar or whatever his name is is over-reacting."
"And you expect them to believe that ?"
"Either that, or I expect I'll have to hurt you --a lot !!"
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Date: 2012-08-06 04:49 pm (UTC)Lethiel: Don't answer that.
Anael: Don't need to. You just did.