Well, here it is, the sequel to "The Princess and the Pirate" I hope you all
enjoy it. It's my first time writing from a first person narritive so this
should be interesting.
Send C&C, money, women, adoration, or whatever. Hey, I'm not picky. =)
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Agreeable Komodo
He who bought it, supplied it.
Just say yes to prophylactics.
For Sale:
Parachute.
Only used once,
never opened,
small stain.
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Investigation Muyo! (No need for Investigation) Case 03
Being an account of the 3rd mission
undertaken by Lady Ayeka and her group for the Emperor.
Part one
Setting: 11 months after the events in "The Princess and The Pirate"
"When you want it the most, there's no easy way ouuuuut!" It was the high
note that startled me out of my nap and my gun half out it's holster before I
realized that Ryoko was trying her hand at Karaoke again. "Don't give up on
your faith," she continued, and rather then listen further, I shot the
Karaoke machine. "Hey!" Ryoko shouted. "What was that for?"
"You can't sing Ryoko," I replied, shoving the gun back into it's holster on
the front of my pants. "And that's the way it is." With that, I closed my
eyes.
"But Lon, I'm bored," Ryoko complained. "Can't we go faster?"
"No," I said flatly. "We're supposed to be a cargo freighter, that's the
point of hiding inside this metal shell Washu put together for us." I waved
my hand at the metal walls visible through the lounge windows. "We're
supposed to be a three mile long freighter carrying boring old cargo nobody
wants to places where the inhabitants might not realize this fact
immediately."
"I thought we supposed to be carrying tinsel, batteries and guano from Guva
four."
I shrugged. "Same difference."
Ryoko hmphed and went off to do something else in another part of the ship. I
made myself comfortable again as about get back to my nap when a beep went
off from the console set against the wall near the door. Groaning, I got up
and crossed the room to the console.
One of the nice things about these small, high speed, high security
freighters is that there are repeater consoles in the three or four most
well-traveled areas where the crew is most likely to group. On our ship, the
Azusa, those areas are the lounge slash cafeteria, gym, and engineering and
my hands were already dancing over the controls as I sat down, sending the
phony data to the Solma border control.
Understand, I don't like sneaking. I've never liked it, not since my father
woke me up the day after my graduation (I had a hangover) and announced that
I had joined the Juraian Navy. I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I
had been so excited that I hadn't been looking. My own fault I suppose. But,
by the time I got my head together enough to try and come up with some way
out, I already sworn myself to the Emperor's service. A hundred twenty-five
years later found me still in the Navy, Flight Officer's bars on my tunic,
and working with some of the most dangerous women in the Galaxy. Including
one part of my brain insisted was a personal threat.
"Are we there yet?" Asked a woman's voice behind me and I felt my spine go
stiff.
"Um, we're crossing the border now, Lady Mabiki." She sighed.
"Lon, we've been over this before, you don't have to use my formal title."
"It's better that way," I said, trying not to think to much about her, or
even the way she smelled. "No reopening of old wounds."
"Lon. . ." she began and then trailed off.
I suppose this is the place to mention that Kiyone and I grew up together and
had a love slash hate relationship all during school. Still, we were each
other's first kiss, first date, first . . .intimate encounter. . .at least
during the times we weren't arguing or competing with each other. Then I got
dragged off into the Navy and didn't hear from her again until we crossed
paths on the Azusa. She had changed a lot from the slightly geeky, prim and
proper Kiyone I had known and it was obvious I too, had changed a lot from
the Lon she had known from her memories. It was, to say the least, awkward
"Lon, we need to talk," she tried again. "You've been avoiding me for the
past eleven months and we need to figure out things."
"What things?"
"Us. . .things."
"Kiyone, there is no 'us things'. There is no 'us.'" I inwardly flinched at
the slight gasp from her but forged ahead. "We're colleagues now, that's the
way it is, and should be."
"What if it's not?" The promise was there, all I had to do was say the words
and she could be in my arms again.
"No, Kiyone," I said flatly. "There is no more us, therefore, there is
nothing to discuss. We are through, finished, no more."
"Why. . .you. . .you. . .cold hearted bastard!" The world flashed as her fist
connected with my jaw. "Reptiles!" She shouted, through the bells ringing in
my head and stormed off.
Great Egg-Bearer, I know what I did was right, so why do I feel so empty?