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Chapter Eighteen
Time passed, as it inevitably did, and after 16 standard days the Moon Beam Posse blazed from the makeshift colony of Mos Menschu in their newly named Blade Ship, The Phoenix, they had risen from the ashes and so would their ship, the ashes that were once proud Empires.
Behind them they left several robbed casino's (one of which now burned to the ground), a dead bounty hunter, a crater where a cantina once was, a gypped spacecraft mechanic, good times and an amusing anecdote about Taz and a replicant-droid brothel.
Business was slow.
The ship had been repaired; those unshielded attacks had taken their blow. They had gotten all the supplies they needed food-wise; amazingly amongst the looting of electrics and clothes, booze and cigarettes for the trip they'd forgotten food, actually not terribly amazing considering the posse. They'd collected a fair-sized pile of stolen credits that should do them nicely for a little while.
The bounty hunter had been a nice change of pace, about a week ago a robotic bounty hunter tracked them down, four-armed three-legged bastard, it was a nice little shoot out in a rather elegant casino, no injuries to the posse and the robot had been crushed under a chandelier the size of a mini-bus.
The posse knew they were bounty by then, the first guy was just some local hood who saw them in a bar and started screaming about 10 million credits, he had two-dozen bullets in him before he could pull out his Dracon beam.
But Moonbeam was most pleased with the new addition to the ship, it wasn't a new weapon system, the ship's Dracon cannon's and proton torpedoes would suffice, it wasn't the newer living conditions, Hork Bajir and Visser quarters updated to something more liveable for humans.
No it was the Yeerk Pool they'd flushed, now a hot tub.
"Now this is the life." He told Rachel, sitting across from his in the bubbling warm water, he downed a shooter of Ganswar, a curious shooter drink that tasted like Tequila mixed with guacamole dip.
Rachel grinned, it was nice but she couldn't stop thinking of those slugs, the ones that swum beneath the surface like drowned rats, something rubbed her leg and she almost shrieked, thinking it was one of them.
But it was Dave's foot, rubbing against her leg, she looked to him, the look in his eyes and forgot the swimming Yeerk's, now frozen and floating forever millions of light years behind them.
He sidled over, fingers like steel bands gripped her left thigh, he kissed her roughly, the same way he had as the bullet wounds in his chest bled him to his short-lived death, his free hand slipped the string of her bikini slowly down her shoulder.
Dave had never asked consent with her, she knew what her answer would have been and so did he she supposed but it was aggressive all the same, he would take at her like a Neanderthal having his way with whatever woman he damn-well choose.
She was surprised and outraged when she found she had a reputation as a slag back in Utopia, Moonbeam was the only man she'd ever 'been' with, well, intercourse at least.
He went for the neck, and his hands worked their way up her leg, she could feel the almost supernatural strength working in the ropy muscles of his forearm. Her nails scratched down his back as they sunk beneath the bubbling waves.
In the bridge Roach was at the helm, autopilot took care of the flying but Moonbeam insisted on someone at the controls at all the times, Roach pulled the lever and they jumped into Z-space.
"So where we headed darlin'?" Siggs asked, her shift was over but she hung at his back like a bad reputation.
"Skrit Na home world, Concord Dawn." Replied Roach, "Little motherfuckers who looked like your traditional anal-prober, their place."
"Great." She coughed and lit up a cigarette, "It's been a while since my last good anal probe." She pumped her hips into the back of his chair as she said it.
He didn't bother replying, she rubbed her head against the top of his, affectionate and cat-like, "Roach baby I'm boooored."
"Read the computer info, maybe you'll find something useful in there, like class." Roach rasped.
"Fuck the damn computer info." Declared the southern red-head, "I read all the shit I ever need to know about the fucking, mating rituals of the Hork Bajir or the goddamn, simple at home droid repair." Her hands stroked at his shoulders.
"And here I thought you'd never get tired of those how to fuck as a lizard diagrams."
"Like you can see anything in them." she said dismissively.
"Watch a movie, Glangarrg worked out how to put the DVD player in." Roach suggested.
"You're a bitch Roach."
"I learned from the mistress."
"Love ya sugah."
"Right back at'cha."
Siggs skipped from the room, maybe off to hit on Taz, it wouldn't get her anywhere, the guy was weird, almost looking at sex as a physical need, a chore, not to do with the pleasure of the act, he'd stolen a replicant-droid from one of many brothels in Mos Menschu and was happy enough with that it seemed, remarkable technology though Roach thought.
He turned back to the long-range scanners, not that they did much good in the emptiness of Z-space, just trying to ignore the raging hard-on lurking beneath the console top.
Damn sultry bitch.
Chapter Nineteen
His father had been in the shower for nearly an hour now, scrubbing and cursing, when the water finally stopped and he walked from the bathroom with a towel wrapped round his waist his skin was red and raw, the top layer missing, "Gotta pack, gotta pack, gotta fuckin' pack." He repeated like a mantra.
He stopped dead when he saw the kid staring at him, for once in the child's short life he bothered to notice the little shit that he saw as a drain on his money and nothing more, if it hadn't been for the kids mother he would've beaten the little bastard to death in a drunken frenzy by now.
It wasn't the blood smeared down his face and clothes that stopped him, or the hands hidden behind his back, it was the animal cunning in the kid's eyes that watched the man who murdered his mother from the shadows.
"What do you want you little shit?" He wanted his voice as cold and commanding as ever but the words held no power, they stammered over each other in nervous stumbles, for in the first time in a life of drugs and drinking, fighting and jail time Jerry felt real fear, running like ice water through his blood.
"You heard me you little cunt, you're not my problem anymore, you're not even mine, HE told me so."
The child lunged entirely without hesitation at his father, he never saw him coming till the blade swung around waist-high, the child wanted that gaping second mouth, but he had to bring him down first.
His father screamed as the first wave of agony hit him, his eyes bulged till the kid felt sure they would pop from his eye sockets completely, "My cock!!" He bellowed, "You.."
"Cut my fuckin cock off!" Moonbeam's head slammed against his pillow, back in his big, new, comfy and slightly damp bed, the hot tub, that was it, him and Rachel were in the hot tub so the bed was wet, for a moment he'd thought his bed was drenched in blood. Rach, naked and still sleeping rubbed against him, okay not all hot tub water but it still wasn't blood, she wasn't that kind of girl.
"Dave? Dave we're approaching the Skrit Na world." Taz's voice announced from the intercom by his bed.
Moonbeam slammed a hand on the transmit button. "Yeah yeah." He yawned, "We'll be right there."
"Identify yourselves, declare your cargo and your point of origin." said the bored Na voice.
"This is Blade Ship 'The Phoenix', our cargo is none of your fucking business, our point of origin isn't your problem." Taz replied.
A moment of faint white noise, "You're free to enter Skrit Na airspace, land at docking bay 14-F." Taz continued down towards the planet, wondering briefly when the Na he had talked to lost his interest in the secretive nature of the many ships he must deal with.
His landing was perfect, the ship settled like a feather on the concrete flor of docking bay 14-F, "Alright gang we're here." He announced over the ship's intercom.
When Moonbeam and Rach got there, showered and clothed the others were waited patiently like good posse underlings, smoking and throwing conversation back and forth, "About fuckin' time." Roach told them as they entered.
"We off?" Siggs asked as she took her booted feet off the scuffed console, she was wearing combat boots laced with multi-coloured laces, hard-ass and little girl combined.
"Yeah kids, lets check the scene." Dave grinned.
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Review, and there shall be more, I assure you it only gets more violent from here and faster, is it me or has the fic been going somewhere slow so far? Well it's speeding up soon to, they've got a whole lot of universe to get around after all.
Chapter Eighteen
Time passed, as it inevitably did, and after 16 standard days the Moon Beam Posse blazed from the makeshift colony of Mos Menschu in their newly named Blade Ship, The Phoenix, they had risen from the ashes and so would their ship, the ashes that were once proud Empires.
Behind them they left several robbed casino's (one of which now burned to the ground), a dead bounty hunter, a crater where a cantina once was, a gypped spacecraft mechanic, good times and an amusing anecdote about Taz and a replicant-droid brothel.
Business was slow.
The ship had been repaired; those unshielded attacks had taken their blow. They had gotten all the supplies they needed food-wise; amazingly amongst the looting of electrics and clothes, booze and cigarettes for the trip they'd forgotten food, actually not terribly amazing considering the posse. They'd collected a fair-sized pile of stolen credits that should do them nicely for a little while.
The bounty hunter had been a nice change of pace, about a week ago a robotic bounty hunter tracked them down, four-armed three-legged bastard, it was a nice little shoot out in a rather elegant casino, no injuries to the posse and the robot had been crushed under a chandelier the size of a mini-bus.
The posse knew they were bounty by then, the first guy was just some local hood who saw them in a bar and started screaming about 10 million credits, he had two-dozen bullets in him before he could pull out his Dracon beam.
But Moonbeam was most pleased with the new addition to the ship, it wasn't a new weapon system, the ship's Dracon cannon's and proton torpedoes would suffice, it wasn't the newer living conditions, Hork Bajir and Visser quarters updated to something more liveable for humans.
No it was the Yeerk Pool they'd flushed, now a hot tub.
"Now this is the life." He told Rachel, sitting across from his in the bubbling warm water, he downed a shooter of Ganswar, a curious shooter drink that tasted like Tequila mixed with guacamole dip.
Rachel grinned, it was nice but she couldn't stop thinking of those slugs, the ones that swum beneath the surface like drowned rats, something rubbed her leg and she almost shrieked, thinking it was one of them.
But it was Dave's foot, rubbing against her leg, she looked to him, the look in his eyes and forgot the swimming Yeerk's, now frozen and floating forever millions of light years behind them.
He sidled over, fingers like steel bands gripped her left thigh, he kissed her roughly, the same way he had as the bullet wounds in his chest bled him to his short-lived death, his free hand slipped the string of her bikini slowly down her shoulder.
Dave had never asked consent with her, she knew what her answer would have been and so did he she supposed but it was aggressive all the same, he would take at her like a Neanderthal having his way with whatever woman he damn-well choose.
She was surprised and outraged when she found she had a reputation as a slag back in Utopia, Moonbeam was the only man she'd ever 'been' with, well, intercourse at least.
He went for the neck, and his hands worked their way up her leg, she could feel the almost supernatural strength working in the ropy muscles of his forearm. Her nails scratched down his back as they sunk beneath the bubbling waves.
In the bridge Roach was at the helm, autopilot took care of the flying but Moonbeam insisted on someone at the controls at all the times, Roach pulled the lever and they jumped into Z-space.
"So where we headed darlin'?" Siggs asked, her shift was over but she hung at his back like a bad reputation.
"Skrit Na home world, Concord Dawn." Replied Roach, "Little motherfuckers who looked like your traditional anal-prober, their place."
"Great." She coughed and lit up a cigarette, "It's been a while since my last good anal probe." She pumped her hips into the back of his chair as she said it.
He didn't bother replying, she rubbed her head against the top of his, affectionate and cat-like, "Roach baby I'm boooored."
"Read the computer info, maybe you'll find something useful in there, like class." Roach rasped.
"Fuck the damn computer info." Declared the southern red-head, "I read all the shit I ever need to know about the fucking, mating rituals of the Hork Bajir or the goddamn, simple at home droid repair." Her hands stroked at his shoulders.
"And here I thought you'd never get tired of those how to fuck as a lizard diagrams."
"Like you can see anything in them." she said dismissively.
"Watch a movie, Glangarrg worked out how to put the DVD player in." Roach suggested.
"You're a bitch Roach."
"I learned from the mistress."
"Love ya sugah."
"Right back at'cha."
Siggs skipped from the room, maybe off to hit on Taz, it wouldn't get her anywhere, the guy was weird, almost looking at sex as a physical need, a chore, not to do with the pleasure of the act, he'd stolen a replicant-droid from one of many brothels in Mos Menschu and was happy enough with that it seemed, remarkable technology though Roach thought.
He turned back to the long-range scanners, not that they did much good in the emptiness of Z-space, just trying to ignore the raging hard-on lurking beneath the console top.
Damn sultry bitch.
Chapter Nineteen
His father had been in the shower for nearly an hour now, scrubbing and cursing, when the water finally stopped and he walked from the bathroom with a towel wrapped round his waist his skin was red and raw, the top layer missing, "Gotta pack, gotta pack, gotta fuckin' pack." He repeated like a mantra.
He stopped dead when he saw the kid staring at him, for once in the child's short life he bothered to notice the little shit that he saw as a drain on his money and nothing more, if it hadn't been for the kids mother he would've beaten the little bastard to death in a drunken frenzy by now.
It wasn't the blood smeared down his face and clothes that stopped him, or the hands hidden behind his back, it was the animal cunning in the kid's eyes that watched the man who murdered his mother from the shadows.
"What do you want you little shit?" He wanted his voice as cold and commanding as ever but the words held no power, they stammered over each other in nervous stumbles, for in the first time in a life of drugs and drinking, fighting and jail time Jerry felt real fear, running like ice water through his blood.
"You heard me you little cunt, you're not my problem anymore, you're not even mine, HE told me so."
The child lunged entirely without hesitation at his father, he never saw him coming till the blade swung around waist-high, the child wanted that gaping second mouth, but he had to bring him down first.
His father screamed as the first wave of agony hit him, his eyes bulged till the kid felt sure they would pop from his eye sockets completely, "My cock!!" He bellowed, "You.."
"Cut my fuckin cock off!" Moonbeam's head slammed against his pillow, back in his big, new, comfy and slightly damp bed, the hot tub, that was it, him and Rachel were in the hot tub so the bed was wet, for a moment he'd thought his bed was drenched in blood. Rach, naked and still sleeping rubbed against him, okay not all hot tub water but it still wasn't blood, she wasn't that kind of girl.
"Dave? Dave we're approaching the Skrit Na world." Taz's voice announced from the intercom by his bed.
Moonbeam slammed a hand on the transmit button. "Yeah yeah." He yawned, "We'll be right there."
"Identify yourselves, declare your cargo and your point of origin." said the bored Na voice.
"This is Blade Ship 'The Phoenix', our cargo is none of your fucking business, our point of origin isn't your problem." Taz replied.
A moment of faint white noise, "You're free to enter Skrit Na airspace, land at docking bay 14-F." Taz continued down towards the planet, wondering briefly when the Na he had talked to lost his interest in the secretive nature of the many ships he must deal with.
His landing was perfect, the ship settled like a feather on the concrete flor of docking bay 14-F, "Alright gang we're here." He announced over the ship's intercom.
When Moonbeam and Rach got there, showered and clothed the others were waited patiently like good posse underlings, smoking and throwing conversation back and forth, "About fuckin' time." Roach told them as they entered.
"We off?" Siggs asked as she took her booted feet off the scuffed console, she was wearing combat boots laced with multi-coloured laces, hard-ass and little girl combined.
"Yeah kids, lets check the scene." Dave grinned.
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Review, and there shall be more, I assure you it only gets more violent from here and faster, is it me or has the fic been going somewhere slow so far? Well it's speeding up soon to, they've got a whole lot of universe to get around after all.