Disclaimer and notes in part one. Looks like it'll wrap up in part 6. I think. Another useless part.
Murphy's Law by Stultulo copyright 2003 part 5
Marah looked over at Cam. "Not a fish person?" she asked.
"Let me put it this way," Cam said. "If my father couldn't talk, he'd be dead."
"That's okay!" Marah said perkily. "Between the two of us, we can take care of George, and I'll make sure you don't kill him off." She led him back to sit down on the floor.
"So, what do you do for fun?" Cam asked, out of curiosity than anything else.
"Well, there are a few things," Marah said. "Most of the time I spend with Kapri. She's a little mean, but I like spending time with her. I spend a lot of time on the bridge." She paused. "I really don't spend a lot of time in here, but Uncle said I should stay off the bridge for a while and spend it all with you."
"That's nice of him," Cam said neutrally, trying to look confused. "I wonder why?"
"I don't know, but... I don't mind." She looked over at him. "It's nice spending time with someone who isn't Kapri, or Zurgane, or Uncle. I still don't know why he said to grab you, but you aren't so bad."
"He had his reasons," Cam said. "If something breaks down for the Rangers, then...." He held out his hands in a helpless gesture. That wasn't true with the Zords, but if the Rangers busted their morphers....
"Oh," Marah said. "You fix things!"
"Right," he said. He made a motion towards the ship. "If something went wrong here, I might be able to fix it."
"Really?" Marah asked. "I'll have to tell Uncle that. He always complains that he needs a repairman."
"Um... I'm an enemy prisoner, Marah, I don't think he'd trust me." He indicated his collar. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, though."
"Oh, well," Marah said. "It was a thought." She looked at her dresser. "So, what do you want to do?"
"Do?" Cam echoed.
"Well, since we're going to be here, and it's not like Choobo's found a bed, and you can't go anywhere...." She looked at him. "Can you play pirate?"
"I don't think I'd be very good at it," Cam confessed.
"Hm. I know! You can be a mechanic!" Marah said. "I'm sure I can find you a jumpsuit somewhere, and there's a Kelzak who can sew. And tailor. Let me find it."
She was out of there, grabbing her staff on the way out. Cam sighed.
He slipped under her dresser once again to try to get his glasses and the control for his collar. He didn't hate Marah, but he didn't think he could take being up on Lothor's ship much longer.
Cam had just about figured out how to unlock the drawers when someone pounded on the doors. "Yoo-hoo, Marah! Got that bed for you!" called the person outside Marah's door. Cam scrambled back against Marah's bed.
"Marah's not here," he called. He hoped that he hadn't just gotten himself into more trouble.
The door slid open. There was a greenish monster standing there with some kelzaks. Choobo, Cam vaguely recalled, one of those who had invaded the Wind academy. "That's okay," Choobo said. "Now, where do you want this bed? Oh, yeah, you're the prisoner." He seemed to ponder for a moment. "Kelzaks. Set that up over there."
Three kelzaks came into the room, toting a pair of poles and a rope bundle. "Now you be a good boy and not cause trouble." Choobo waved an admonishing finger at him.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Cam said dryly. He watched as the minions set up the poles, securing them to the floor, and then untangling the rope. A few minutes later, and they'd somehow assembled a hammock.
"Have fun," Choobo said, gathering up the kelzaks. "Enjoy." With a chuckle, he left, the door sliding shut behind him.
Cam looked at the hammock. He was expected to sleep in *that*? He shook his head. "No way," he muttered, and redoubled his efforts with Marah's dresser.
It was only when he heard noise outside that he rolled out from under the desk and returned to the pillow.
"Hi!" Marah beamed. Behind her was a kelzak. Stepping into the room, she frowned. "Oh, dear."
"What?" Cam asked. He looked around.
Marah's face was a picture of embarrassment. "You can't be a mechanic anymore. Mechanics don't sleep in hammocks."
"Yes they can," Cam said.
"Not in my room, they don't." She plopped down on her bed. "That's okay, you look good as you are. If there was only some way you could see." She smiled suddenly. "That's it!"
"What's it?" Cam asked.
"Kelzak, make him an eyepatch," Marah said to the waiting kelzak.
The kelzak gibbered eagerly as it stalked towards its prey.
Murphy's Law by Stultulo copyright 2003 part 5
Marah looked over at Cam. "Not a fish person?" she asked.
"Let me put it this way," Cam said. "If my father couldn't talk, he'd be dead."
"That's okay!" Marah said perkily. "Between the two of us, we can take care of George, and I'll make sure you don't kill him off." She led him back to sit down on the floor.
"So, what do you do for fun?" Cam asked, out of curiosity than anything else.
"Well, there are a few things," Marah said. "Most of the time I spend with Kapri. She's a little mean, but I like spending time with her. I spend a lot of time on the bridge." She paused. "I really don't spend a lot of time in here, but Uncle said I should stay off the bridge for a while and spend it all with you."
"That's nice of him," Cam said neutrally, trying to look confused. "I wonder why?"
"I don't know, but... I don't mind." She looked over at him. "It's nice spending time with someone who isn't Kapri, or Zurgane, or Uncle. I still don't know why he said to grab you, but you aren't so bad."
"He had his reasons," Cam said. "If something breaks down for the Rangers, then...." He held out his hands in a helpless gesture. That wasn't true with the Zords, but if the Rangers busted their morphers....
"Oh," Marah said. "You fix things!"
"Right," he said. He made a motion towards the ship. "If something went wrong here, I might be able to fix it."
"Really?" Marah asked. "I'll have to tell Uncle that. He always complains that he needs a repairman."
"Um... I'm an enemy prisoner, Marah, I don't think he'd trust me." He indicated his collar. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, though."
"Oh, well," Marah said. "It was a thought." She looked at her dresser. "So, what do you want to do?"
"Do?" Cam echoed.
"Well, since we're going to be here, and it's not like Choobo's found a bed, and you can't go anywhere...." She looked at him. "Can you play pirate?"
"I don't think I'd be very good at it," Cam confessed.
"Hm. I know! You can be a mechanic!" Marah said. "I'm sure I can find you a jumpsuit somewhere, and there's a Kelzak who can sew. And tailor. Let me find it."
She was out of there, grabbing her staff on the way out. Cam sighed.
He slipped under her dresser once again to try to get his glasses and the control for his collar. He didn't hate Marah, but he didn't think he could take being up on Lothor's ship much longer.
Cam had just about figured out how to unlock the drawers when someone pounded on the doors. "Yoo-hoo, Marah! Got that bed for you!" called the person outside Marah's door. Cam scrambled back against Marah's bed.
"Marah's not here," he called. He hoped that he hadn't just gotten himself into more trouble.
The door slid open. There was a greenish monster standing there with some kelzaks. Choobo, Cam vaguely recalled, one of those who had invaded the Wind academy. "That's okay," Choobo said. "Now, where do you want this bed? Oh, yeah, you're the prisoner." He seemed to ponder for a moment. "Kelzaks. Set that up over there."
Three kelzaks came into the room, toting a pair of poles and a rope bundle. "Now you be a good boy and not cause trouble." Choobo waved an admonishing finger at him.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Cam said dryly. He watched as the minions set up the poles, securing them to the floor, and then untangling the rope. A few minutes later, and they'd somehow assembled a hammock.
"Have fun," Choobo said, gathering up the kelzaks. "Enjoy." With a chuckle, he left, the door sliding shut behind him.
Cam looked at the hammock. He was expected to sleep in *that*? He shook his head. "No way," he muttered, and redoubled his efforts with Marah's dresser.
It was only when he heard noise outside that he rolled out from under the desk and returned to the pillow.
"Hi!" Marah beamed. Behind her was a kelzak. Stepping into the room, she frowned. "Oh, dear."
"What?" Cam asked. He looked around.
Marah's face was a picture of embarrassment. "You can't be a mechanic anymore. Mechanics don't sleep in hammocks."
"Yes they can," Cam said.
"Not in my room, they don't." She plopped down on her bed. "That's okay, you look good as you are. If there was only some way you could see." She smiled suddenly. "That's it!"
"What's it?" Cam asked.
"Kelzak, make him an eyepatch," Marah said to the waiting kelzak.
The kelzak gibbered eagerly as it stalked towards its prey.
