CH 14

A vacation for Bob?

Bob was tired, his family was spread out. Joan was off doing that movie with Jackie, Alison was with Malinara down at the gardens in town planting seeds and fertilizing, and he'd been trying to clear the parking by the boat ramp the rest of the day by himself due to no one else being available to help him. All the cars were gone, but there was still much car parts debris strewn all over.

This was the second truck load of debris he was filling up. Bumpers, doors, fenders and other chunks he couldn't readily identify. It was hot out and he really did want to do this by himself.

Throwing another twisted piece of metal in his truck he sat down on the bumper. In a huff, he grumbled, "I could use a vacation!"

"A vacation?" a light voice asked from the side.

Not looking to see who it was, he complained, "Yeah! A real vacation! You know, a few days of no work, Maybe some place far away, some time to go fishing, not having to worry about anything?"

After his rant, he looked to see a woman with dark hair in a blindingly while robe and carrying a a crystal wand. She looked kinda like a surreal Hanna. That couldn't be, Hanna was dead.

Beaming him a smile, she said, "Your wish is granted!" She waved her wand.

Bob thought he fell off the bumper, but now, there was nothing but woods around him. Springing up, he looked around. He was on the edge of those woods that were going up a small incline. Tall grass was downhill, that went to a large pond, or small lake. Just to the side was a cabin.

"No shit," he whispered. Walking down to the cabin, he peeked inside. It was a one room place, with a fireplace, A wood bin stacked full. The cot looked solid with blankets on it. He noticed a pair so flesh colored pillows. Going over to inspect them, they had pink ends.

Boobie pillows. Bob chuckled. He squeezed one and found out they really did feel like breasts. Intrigued by the realistic feel of them, he held one up and fondled it. By the weight and size, it did feel like a real breast. Seeing the woman in his mind, for some reason he thought there were Hanna's breasts. They looked and felt just like hers had.

Naw, it couldn't be! Hanna had been burned down to skeleton when that bomb hit. That woman had looked a lot like Hanna. No, that was impossible! Still he had to wonder. He remembered both she and Malinara has insisted they wanted him to have their breasts if they died. But, Hanna's had been burned right of her chest.

He placed the breast-pillow gently back in place. OK, so he gave it an extra squeeze before he got up. Seeing a few tools hanging on the wall, he grabbed a small shovel and a spade to go dig some worms to fish with.

Although it was impossible, he had the idea Hanna has indeed somehow came back to give him his vacation spot. "I do love you, Hanna," he said to no one.

Going out, he didn't know how Hanna's spirit had gotten him here, but he was going to enjoy it! He didn't have to go far to find a spot to dig. Not fifty feet from the cabin, the ground was soft, and the first shovel full he turned over sported big, fat worms.

Hearing a screaming engine that was getting close fast, Bob ducked and looked. Coming out of the sky was a small boxy craft. It was coming down fast, right at his cabin. He dropped and hugged the ground.

The craft hit so hard, the ground shook and blasted bits of cabin wood over him. Two things raced into his mind. His cabin, and those lovely breasts were gone, and there had to be people seriously injured, if not dead in that craft.

"Fuck!" he spat as he got up. Yup, the craft was burning. The side slid open and some military dressed people were fleeing out the side. There was also a wailing scream from within. Inside he could see fire licking out. He also saw one man was still in his seat by the front window, head back as he howled in pain.

Grabbing his shovel, Bob ran at the craft and swung hard to shatter the windshield. That also let the fire blossom out on him. He did his best to ignore the pain as yelling sounded around him. He ripped the burning harness free and grabbed the man by his burning flight suit to pulled him out. The suit ripped when he got the man half out the window. Bob wrapped an arm around him and dragged him free, now also on fire himself.

Screaming in pain now with the man, Bob pulled him free and ran for the lake. He dove in to put the fire on them both out. The water was waist deep here. Bob got above the surface. One handed he got the pilot's helmet, Bob guessed he was, off and looked at his tortured face.

"Buddy, you alive?" Bob asked loudly.

The man took a breath and clung to Bob. OK, that was a good enough answer. Bob waded back out of the water half carrying the man. He also noticed several others near the burning wreck were staring at him.

"Help here?" Bob asked in a shout. He waved to them.

Three men broke their gaze and ran towards him.

Two of the men took over helping the pilot to shore, the third wide eyed man assisted him onto solid ground. They hurried away from the wreck. After the got the burned man lying down, Bob looked back at the accident.

The craft, whatever it was, was burning brightly. So was the remains of his cabin. "SHIT!" Bob barked out.

The crew was in emergency mode, helping the few who were injured and moaning in pain. A woman with short dark brown hair came up to Bob, and pointed to the ground as she said something. Bob shook his head and pointed to the man who was having his suit roughly opened up. OK, he noticed his burnt arms, and his head and side stung a bit but he would heal.

As if not to be ignored, the wreck blew out a fireball. Bob spun and covered the woman with his body. After recoiling from the fireball, a man yelled something and waved to the woods.

Right, it wasn't safe here. The young woman in from of him looked confused. He pointed to the woods and prodded her on her way. Bob made sure they were all leaving and followed them. The shorter, thin man who wasn't wearing some kind of armor stared at him. Bob turned him and prodded him to move.

They all found a place in the woods to lay the wounded down. Bob only looked back at the remains of his burning cabin and that damned craft. Again, Hanna's breasts were burning up, his vacation ruined! He grabbed his head and belted out, "FUCK! That was fuckin perfect, now it's fuckin GONE!" He'd been looking forward to those bobbie pillows.

The same woman came over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. She looked worried and pointed to his arm. Yeah, it was kinda black now. So was his side and he could feel his hair had gotten a tight trim by the fire. He heard her speak, but it was gibberish.

She looked distressed, she he spoke softer to her. "Hey, it's OK. You don't have to worry about me, I'll heal."

Confusion was on her face as she looked at him. Obviously, she didn't understand him either. She pulled on him gently and in soft tones, coaxed him back over to the others.

This was a military group all right. Bob didn't know what the symbols on the uniforms meant, or the writing he saw, but it was defiantly military. Except for the thin, shorter man. He seemed to have regular clothes on. The man also had Bob locked in his sight, casting him a shocked looking stare.

The one he assumed was the leader came over and tried to talk to him. Bob nodded, then said, "I can't understand a word. What language is that?"

The woman Bob was guessing was a nurse talked to the man. While they did, Bob could feel a 'Quickening' come on as Duncan called it. He motioned for them to stay back and took a step back himself.

The small lightning bolts tickled and danced over his burnt arms. As they did, his flesh returned to normal. His head tickled. Bob winced, but the Quickening healed him. Everyone stared at him opened mouthed.

Bob shrugged, "I told you I'd be OK." he offered.

The man in civilian clothes let out a run of speech. Everyone looked at him, then back to Bob to gape at him. Seeing this, Bob got nervous put his hands up.

"Umm, guys? I'll just head back to the lake now, OK?" Bob said and made the motions.

The leader pulled his pistol and pointed it at Bob. The civilian man quickly ran over and jabbered out words. They yakked back and forth a bit, then the civilian turned to look at nothing. He nodded then turned to Bob.

In stilted, slow speak, the man said, "I am Baltar. You from Earth?"

Bob gave a slight nod. "What about it? Aren't you from Earth too?"

Baltar made a happy noise and made an announcement. Now all eyes, even the wounded, stared at him.

Baltar then slowly said, "We need help."

"Yeah, no shit," Bob said automatically. Ignoring the gun pointed at him, he motioned for one of the men to follow him.

Bob looked for branches to make stretchers for the wounded. Not finding any big enough, he went to a sapling and got a good grip on it and bent it down. He looked at the others and made sawing motions. The man shrugged, then handed him a knife.

Bob sighed and nodded. Holding a good bend in the sapling he nodded for the man to cut it. It took a while, but the man cut through most of the sapling. Bob just ripped the rest of it free. He then put a tight bend in it about 7 feet up and nodded to the man. With two poles Bob took off his shirt, which was ruined. Shit. He motioned for the other man to do so. He did and Bob put the poles through the shirt. The man nodded, he got the idea. They then borrowed another man's uniform shirt to put it into the lower part of the poles.

Getting the first stretcher done, they carried it over to the burn victim and got him on it. The one with the belly wound had died by now. The third one had a broken arm and the nurse splinted that. Bob got the front of the stretcher, the bigger man got the back. They carried him as they continued on their way up the hill. He hoped they knew where they were going.

Bob felt a pet on his arm as they walked. The nurse was beside him, marveling at his now smooth arm. She smiled at him. He smiled back. She asked something with a cute frown.

Bob shrugged and said, "Lilvin lavida loca."

She stared at him and let out another soft run of words.

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"He said something, then life crazy!"

On the back side of the litter, Galen said, "He's right. This is crazy."

"So he might be from Picon? But, he heals himself, we saw it!"

"He's from the 13th tribe," Baltar stated. "No one can understand the power he has in his own hands."

"Well, I never seen anyone jump into a fire to save someone else. That was bravery!" the nurse gushed.

The lead scout came back running. In a hiss he said, "We got cylons just over the rise ahead!"

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Bob heard the frantic word the shout said. Everyone got nervous, the leader motioned for them to put the stretcher down. Bob did. The leader motioned to Bob and up the hill. Since the leader was going on, bent over, Bob did too. They got low at the top and peeked over the edge.

Below was that looked like a dozen tall and odd shaped terminators. They were also setting up multiple rocket stands. The leader pointed and said "Cylons," then used his gun to make shooting motions at them.

Bob frowned at him. Shooting terminators with a gun? Was this guy out of his mind? Bob knew he wanted to get rid of them, but shooting terminators only drew their attention to you. He shook his head and motioned him back down.

Going back down to the others, the leader began saying something. Bob slapped him on the shoulder and shook his head. With motions, Bob told them, "All of you stay here. Stay akey," he said and looked at the nurse. For whatever reason he had the idea she knew Spanish.

The nurse nodded. Bob got up, so did another man with a rifle. Bob shook his head again. He motioned down and put a finger to his lips. "Shh, akey," he repeated. Fairly sure they were going to stay in place, Bob trotted off to the side. Whispers followed him, but thankfully, no one moved.

"I gotta be nuts!" Bob grumbled quietly to himself. This was suppose to be a vacation! Instead, it was him in a battle against at least a dozen big terminators, and his boobie pillows were gone. Some vacation!

Getting to the top of the ridge, Bob peeked over and saw a human down there with them, watching another multi-rocket stand being put up. The terminators around him were busy, and no others seemed to be watching. There were also rocks nearby him. He picked up a roughly football sized rock. Studying the trees around him, he noted some bigger ones and got his plan set.

Bob stood up and set his feet and threw. The rock on it's way, he jumped up into a tree and climbed up the side away from them. His aim was true. The rock hit the man in the back of his head, crushing his skull and pitching him forward. When the man fell, the terminators all looked down at him.

One of the guard terminators was not far away. There was also a tree by him, and a limb hung that way. Timing his actions, Bob ran on the limb, jumped and landed to kick hard down on the tall terminator, The terminator's head collapsed. In the same motion Bob jumped back up onto the tree beside him and clung to it, still.

The noise was heard, the sparks from the now headless terminator spit out as it fell over.

Bob stared. It was that easy? He expected to maybe break it's neck and the power cable, not completely squash it's head. For how big and tough they looked those terminators had to be made of inferior materials.

Another terminator was coming, arm guns up. Arm guns, not plasma shooters? Bob had an insane idea. What the hell, it might hurt, but bullets didn't kill him. He jumped down right in front of it and quickly spun with his back to it and grabbed a hold of it's arms.

The terminator shot a constant stream of bullets all over the place. Bob guided his shots into the rockets on the stands and other terminators. Rockets blew up, terminators jerked and fell. Seeing they were now all aiming for him, Bob dropped to the ground. The other terminators plaster the one he'd been holding. Bob quickly crawled to the tree and up the back side.

The standing terminators all came close, arms up and scanning the ground for trouble. By the time they got to him, he was over their heads. All the ones standing were below him. Stupid terminators.

Picking one in the back of the pack, Bob again jumped down right in front of it, then grabbed a gun arm and spun himself with his back close to the body as it fired He guided it's machine gun arms into the backs of the others before dropping low and getting behind the one he had a hold of. Again it was riddled with bullets from a couple still standing.

This time, Bob grabbed it so it wouldn't fall and picked it up to push it hard onto another one. They both fell.

Shots came from above, hitting the other terminator. It turned to shoot back. Bob ran over and jumped up to kick it in the head. The head flew off. The last terminator was getting up. He ran back over and jumped on the back of it's shoulders, grabbed it's head and ripped it off. The sparks spewing out between his legs hurt. He rolled off it with a "Fuck!" That was way too close to the nads!

Laying on the ground, Bob looked for another target. There was nothing else moving or upright. Wheew, he did it!

Catching movement from above, he did see the leader and a couple men coming down the hill along with the nurse. Seeing them, he got up. While the men scanned the area, the nurse walked right up to him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. She then pounded lightly on his chest. "Loca!" she said as she did.

Bob laughed and sang, "Living lavida Loca."

She giggled and hugged him again.

"I'm sorry, Bob."

Hearing Hanna's voice, he turn to see her beside the tree in her bright white gown, hiding from the others.

"Hey, you meant well. It's been real good seeing you again."

She smiled. "I'll take you home now."

The nurse looked at him, then the tree, casting him a puzzled face.

Bob let go of her and jerked a thumb at the tree. "Vamous!" he announced and walked over to Hanna.

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The nurse saw him go behind the tree. She went to follow him and didn't see him anywhere. She looked up, he wasn't up there. Another trip around the tree and she realized he was gone.

Galen came over carrying a rifle. "Did you see where the Earth man went?" he asked.

She shook her head. "He disappeared. He's just … gone. Did you see what he did?" She asked. "He killed all those Cyons and made it look easy! The only weapon he used was a rock. Then he talks to no one, and he'd gone!"

Galen let out a snort. "Damn shame he didn't stay. I know plenty of folks in command wanted to talk to him. I'd also like a few more like him on our side."

She looked up again to see if in his speed, he'd climbed the tree again. "Yeah, to bad he's gone. I really wanted to frack his brains out."

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Bob found himself in the parking lot by his truck. To no one, he said, "Thank you, but no more vacations." He got in his truck to take the load down to town. In the passenger side was a pair of breasts. He was keeping those. Partway down the hill, he reached over to pick one up and caress it.

He didn't know why, but he was sure Hanna's spirit would be pleased.

Getting into town, Bob had to find a box or something to put these in. He stopped at their house in town to look inside to find something. While he searched for a box, Malinara came in and cried, "Robert! What did you do to your hair!"

He stared at her and touched his head. Right, he'd burned much of it off. "Ahh, had a little accident," he offered.

Coming closer she looked him over. "So no shirt either? I'm taking it you got caught in a fire someplace?"

Bob winced. "It's a little hard to explain, but yeah." He then thought of something. "Help me look for a box, even a bag. There's something I want to show you."

They did find a cardboard box Bob was sure would work. He took Malinara out to the truck with him and asked, "Remember Hanna wanted me to have her breasts?"

Malinara nodded. "What about it?"

"I think maybe she ensured I got them," he said and opened the door to motion in.

Malinara stared at the orbs. "How?" she asked in a squeak.

"I have no idea, but I'm sure those are Hanna's." he said and put an arm around her. "That means you don't have to give me yours."

She stared for a moment, then shook her head. "No, that just means you'll have both of ours." she turned to him and hugged him. "Mine still belong to you too. I expect you will take them at the appropriate time."

Well, he tried.