Ragun wrote:
$Here's part two. Don't forget to send C&C!
Didn't forget. Just busy of late.
"Thanks," he replied modestly as he built a chocolate,
coconut, and rosesap milkshake. "I am fully equipped for serving
our passengers every need." He winked. "And I do mean _every_
need, cutie."
Ah ha. A 'fully functional' robot, I see.
He waved one hand in dismissal. "Nah, we have organic
beings to take care of the menial stuff. Quite frankly, I feel
that cleaning the cabins is all many of them are suited for, not
that robots couldn't do it better. But hey, it leaves us android
types to our higher calling." Robot glanced around the room,
noticing that the steady flow of passengers had dropped off to a
trickle, most having left the cosy family room or the nighttime
party rooms.
left *for* those rooms?
He returned his attention to her. "I usually just
work here, because it's all I'm contracted for. But
occasionally, I find a beautiful woman worn by the cares of the
world, such as yourself, who needs some special consideration to
relieve her...tension, which I'm all too happy to provide." He
laughed quietly to himself, a muffled, hydralic
pretty sure hydralic is mispelled.
"Special attachments?" Mihoshi asked, losing the thread of
conversation.
Heh
"Oh! You're talking about sex!" Mihoshi exclaimed. "I
thought you were talking about a manicure!"
Probably can do those too.
His friend nodded agreement. "Typical robot. The hottest
babe on the whole ship shows up for a drink and he has to make a
play for her."
Heh
"Let's just get this over with," Ura hissed quietly,
looking around nervously as she pushed the hovering cube-shaped
laundry cart behind him. The bag full of drugs was inside,
was hidden inside (sounds better to me)
"Cool it!" Ura hissed suddenly. "Blonde-haired lesbian
drugrunner on your left!"
Heh
Mihoshi rushed by on the way to her cabin, a slightly wild
look in her eye. Her hair was mussed, her clothes twisted, and
her shirt was untucked and badly buttoned, with some of the
buttons not fastened at all. She passed Ura and the laundry cart
without even a glance.
I see he did quick work. :)
Mihoshi was not happy. It wasn't that the little encounter
with Robot hadn't gone well, it was that it had gone so well she
had decided to spend the rest of the journey in his cabin,
hehehe
"Oh, please. Can't you do anything right?" Ura asked in
exasperation. "Here, let me help you." She addeded
added
her own
efforts to the task of freeing her boyfriend.
"Don't look now, it's that little girl!" he said suddenly,
looking over her shoulder.
Heh. They just can't win.
"Mobile lookout post," he replied with a grin. "We stay in
here and peek over the top until she leaves and the cost is
clear." His hand caressed her leg, and it was obvious from the
way he pressed into her from below that he had more on his mind
than peeking.
"Amaraabaa," she drawled in amusement. "Stop it, we don't
have time for this."
Got that right.
"And just what do we have here?" asked a cold, unfriendly
voice.
Heh. You knew it couldn't last.
"I'm not sure. On the surface, it looks like two kids that
don't have the common decency to keep private things private, but
I _would_ like to know just why you decided to have your little
tryst directly in front of MY cabin. Are you spying on us, hmm?
Casing the joint before you rob it?" Kiyone unleashed her best
cop's frown on the huddled pair, and it was truly terrifying.
"I-I-I-I-uh-no-uh" Ura attempted to explain, the words
jamming up and twisting around her tongue into an meaningless
babble.
Definitely not.
Amaraba, on the other hand, had a rare flash of
inspiration. "Your cabin? What the hell do you mean? Aren't we
in the _laundry room_?"
Heh. That is inspired.
"Make sure you wash those sheets again before you put them
on anyone's bed. If I find a wet spot on my bed, I'm coming
after _you_ first. Got it?"
Heh. That threat will go over real well. :)
A minute later, Amaraba, Ura, and the cart all hurried back
to the room. Amaraba quickly swiped his card through the reader,
keyed in his code, and ran into the cabin.
Smart.
Their task completed, they let the door materialize and
hurried away, their mission a success.
Now the only question is will the real drug runner peg U+A as the ones that
grabbed the bag, or Kiyone and company.
Kiyone had been wandering the corridors for much of the
past three hours, having skipped dinner, paying particularly
close attention in the ones running through C branch, where their
cabin was. In that time she had found half a dozen bugs of six
different types and manufacture, and no two of them seemed to be
from the same departmental origin. One of them was even a long
unmonitored GP surveillance bug, about the size of a flyspeck.
She left it where it lay, having no need to keep it.
Heh. Busy spies, I see.
Sasami, Second Princess, Jurai Royal Family (verified).
Hehehe. So much for anonyminty.
"You were incredible," she breathed, stars in her eyes. It
was as if her boyfriend had suddenly shed his skin and became
someone she could actually admire, rather than just tolerate.
Heh. Cute.
"Huh. Whoops." She brightened. "Hey, if we got her bag,
and she's got the bag with the drugs, that means the drug runner,
whoever he is, is going to kill her! Not us! Woohoo!"
Assuming he thinks Kiyone and Co were the ones that grabbed his bag.
Ura giggled agreement, and they dumped the contents of the
bag out on their bed to explore. Underwear, skirts, shirts,
socks... Most of the bag was just pretty standard clothes,
although she didn't recognize any of the brand logos they had on
the tags. They must have came from a far off planet indeed.
She's so up on fashion she thinks she knows most of the companies in the
galaxy?
Amaraba, on the other hand, was fascinated. He quickly
picked it up, but finding the vibration to be annoying, switched
it off. "Cool."
"Amaraba, put that down! You don't know where it's been!"
Ura scolded.
"No... but I've got a pretty good idea," he replied
brightly.
Heh.
"Maybe she won't catch us?" he replied weakly, clutching at
her hands in an attempt to relieve the pain on his ears.
"The first place they always check is the cleaning staff,
moron!" she yelled. "And she SAW us snooping around the cabin!
Hell, I opened the damned door for her! You think she's not
going to remember that?"
Heh. True, if it was anyone other than Mihoshi.
"Oh, a year now, Miss," he replied, pouring multicolored
fluids together in a short, fat glass. He quickly dropped in a
wiggling brown worm, which immediately dissolved in a flash,
setting the surface of the liquid on fire. Finished, he slid it
down the bar with a flick of his wrist so that it came to a rest
right in front of the intended patron. Unseen beneath the bar,
his other hand released a button which controled the velocity of
the glass he had just slid.
Neat.
"I mean, in the crew," she hastily added, feeling proud. A
pointed question into the turnover rate on the ship would sound
suspicious coming from just a passenger, but, by feigning an
awkward and stupid question, she was able to turn it to her
advantage without arousing suspicion.
Good point. Very smooth.
He grimaced and turned away, mixing another chemical
cocktail.
"That long, huh?" She took a drink, nearly finishing off
her glass.
She ought to have sex with him to cheer him up. ^_^
The first clothes he pulled out were two miniskirts and a
slashed up pair of pants. They obviously didn't belong to him,
He preferred dresses.
Still emitting screams of anticipated pain and torment,
Sungi rapidly paced the room, trying to figure out how it had
happened. The bag had been undisturbed, of that he was sure. No
simple cleaning crew had switched it, of that he was sure. It
had to have been a professional with expensive equipment.
Nothing else would have duplicated the bag's position and shape
so precisely.
Well, it is a logical assumption.
That stupid kid couldn't have been a professional, why,
he'd seen him switch again with the blonde when they bumped
heads...
"Why that sneaky son of a bitch!" he announced to the room
at large. He'd been suckered, and suckered good! Underneath
that stupid, inane exterior lurked the brilliant mind of an
experienced professional! And he had a partner.
One would think a number of partners, in that instance.
Sungi's eyes narrowed.
The blonde.
She had the bag,
Sort of
and she would be the first to die.
I actually picture Mihoshi as being inadvertently indestructable. :)
It was quick, deadly, and easily tracable if the body was
found.
Sungi didn't intend to let anyone find the bodies.
My, he is a pro, isn't he?
Amaraba shrugged and shifted the duffle bag from hand to
hand. They had decided not to go through the effort of dragging
the laundry cart around this time. "I dunno, but I hope so,
Babe. It's a risk we're going to have to take."
They are possibly sooo dead. :)
She nodded seriously, a tinge of fear in her eyes. "Let's
do it."
need your scene break line there.
"Hey! Stop!" she called weakly, her voice getting stronger
at the end. Kiyone broke into a run as she attempted to catch up
to the suspicious pair, but naught but empty hallway greeted her
when she rounded the corner.
two 'but's close together kind of stands out, but i'm uncertain what you
could do to rephrase it
"Aww... Hell," she cursed mildly, too weary to put real
emotion into it. "So much for going to sleep." With equal parts
resignation and anticipation, she hurried along the most likely
path the pair would have taken.
and another scene break line here.
"Shit shit shit!" Amaraba said succinctly, but also very,
very quietly.
"Don't panic," Ura hissed, managing to remain relatively
calm herself. Immediately after rounding the corner, they had
sprinted for the very next cabin door, where she had swiped her
access card through the reader and jerked her boyfriend through
the suddenly open door.
Smart. And lucky it's unoccupied.
Amaraba's eyes were drawn to the bright images on the
holoscreen. "Oooh! Fantasy Island!" he cooed as he stepped
closer for a better look.
Heh
Ura glanced from him to the fat man, then shook her head.
"Men. They never will figure out how to pick matching clothes."
Hehehehe. Beautiful line to throw in there. Absolutely brilliant.
****************
Giving a little mental shrug, he decided to search the
popular party rooms. With any luck, he could draw her away from
the crowds into a deserted corridor. It wouldn't take long after
that, even if she was a superior fighter.
One scratch would be all it would take.
Nope. He needs to ditch the body afterwards. :)
"Oww! What was that for?" Amaraba complained.
"Yeah, hit him again!"
Heh
"No!" Amaraba cried. "I mean, we do know, but we didn't
look under the false bottom or nothing!"
Sungi and Ura exchanged a glance, then Sungi smacked him
across the face again.
Hehehe
"We're REAL trustworthy," Ura added. "We weren't gonna say
nothing about the cops."
She's the brighter of the pair. You'd think she'd just point out that they
wouldn't go the police because then they'd be pegged as accomplices, and
currently the police don't want them for anything anyway. OTOH, if they turn
up dead, that would drag the police in and then there would be questions
asked.
"Excuse me, have you seen a pair of crewmembers run through
here?" Kiyone asked, giving the old woman a perky but unhurried
look. "One guy with red hair and earrings, and one girl with
purple? Both of them look like punks."
Old Woman: Aren't you miss high and mighty to be describing people in such
terms. I'll have you know I was referred to as a 'punk' in my heyday, let
me tell you, and I didn't like it one bit. So if you think I'd tell a stuck
up snob like yourself where those people are, think again. I hope you never
find them, bitch.
headquarters has informed us that the ship's destruction was not
a failed attempt on the Princess's life, but was in fact a result
of slipshod mantinence and faulty equipment. Officals at the GP
Headquarters have declined to comment on accusations that they
have a cavalier attitude towards the safety of our littlest
Princess."
Heh.Of course the press would be there.
"Well, he said, 'Congradulations,
Congratulations
He never followed through, however, as Robot stepped around
and brought one of his slender metal arms up, already charging it
with electricity.
Heh. Mihoshi's walking talkin vibrator comes with other attchments. :)
Through bleary, pain-filled eyes he watched the robot take
his hand off the naked blonde's back and extend it back in his
direction blindly, giving him the middle finger. Then the wrist
spun, pointing the insulting gesture down, and the entire arm
swiveled down at the shoulder, swiftly bringing the hand around
to Mihoshi's bare butt from below, giving the finger right back
to her.
"Oooh!" she squealed.
You are evil. Just plain evil.
Shield=61%, weapon=93%, Jurai=31%, health=43%, Sasami knew.
Hopefully, it would be enough.
Heh. Video game addict. Figures. She must have been at it all night.
A thrill of fear danced along Sasami's spine. Death was
the endgame, and a new beginning. She had already died over a
dozen times to get to this point. But actual pain, well, she
hadn't counted on that.
It raises the stakes.
Sasami gagged, dropping her weapon as she choked and fought
for air. Her health had dropped to 3% from the blow, and another
point was taken away as she choked. Panicing,
Panicking
she spent ten
points of the Jurai power at a one to four ratio to bring her
health back up to where it was before she was struck the second
time, feeling her throat smooth and fill out, once again allowing
air to flow. She quickly grabbed up
picked up (sound better)
Sasami blinked and started as sight was returned to her, as
well as her other senses. The fumes of burning plastic assaulted
her nose, and she was uncomfortably aware that several drips of
molten metal had burned through her clothes and were now pressed
into her skin like sharp metal cockleburrs.
Ouch. A bit realistic, there
"Whoops," Sasami said ruefully, realizing that in her panic
she had lashed out the only way she could.
Oh. Heh.
"What you do?!"
"Don't be such a meanie!" she yelled. "If the pheasants
are hungry, let them eat cake!"
You... you astound me. You really, really do. I would never have a level of
deviousness of this nature. I salute you.
Natze, however, stopped by where she had been sitting and
grabbed her soup toureen. "No soup for you!"
Should have seen that coming as well. Wondered why you made that name
choice.
"Ooh! I like this one," Ura replied happily, singing along
for a moment. She quickly stopped, however, as the door to the
cabin changed to opaque grey.
They are an amusing pair of idiots.
Sungi drew himself up, muscles tense with anticipation.
"Fine. You get my bag while I take care of her... partner.
Oooh. Someone trying to kill Kiyone. That should make her happy.
The bag was right where they'd left it, so they both
hurried over to grab it. Ura, having had a sudden thought, put
out an arm and stopped Amaraba from carelessly picking it up.
"Wait," she commanded. "I want to look at it first."
Amaraba waited obediently as she inspected the bag from
every angle, crossing his arms in annoyance.
It probably is for the best to check it.
"Aww, shit," Amaraba complained. "Not her again."
Heh. They didn't even look.
"No!" he replied quickly. "Everyone is gonna be awake."
I'm never awake for breakfast when I'm on vacation. :)
"Well what, then?" she replied tersely.
"Stop! Theif!"
Thieves, actually. :)
"GOTCHA!"
"AHHH! KIYONE!"
"Mihoshi!? What in the world are you doing back there?!"
Heh. Up to some basic naughtiness, I'd wager.
Amaraba tapped Ura's arm and indicated that they should go.
They quickly crawled out from under the table and began a low,
crouched run across the short distance separating them from the
door. Just as they reached it, though...
"There you are!" Kiyone cried. "STOP RIGHT THERE!"
"Sheet!" Amaraba replied, grinning.
Hehehe. I like them, in that stupid, bumbling sort of way.
"I'm sorry, Sasami, but we did not receive any fresh
seafood for this journey," the man said.
The little girl sighed. "Well, okay, but this recipie
won't be as good as when everything is fresh. Anyway, you start-
Heh. Now she's cooking for the guests.
"
"Whatever, man, I just deliver stuff." Amaraba shrugged,
as if it didn't matter. Years of not really giving a damn really
helped his unconcerned act.
true.
"They were prowling through my room," Kiyone offered weakly
when the large man glared at her.
"They're maids, lady, that's what they do. Could you
please get off of my employee so he can get to work?" he said
drily.
dryly
Hehehehe. They actually got out of that one.
Love this work.The pacing is great and you have a real knack for comedic
timing. Easily one of the best things I've read in a while.
D.B. Sommer
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