OK, heres my main problem. WE must all remember that Anjel is 3/8ths
neitzschean. Beka is 1/2. the father is on the Andromeda,(or may be on
soon). Have fun with that. And that is all the clarity you will get until
the end of this story, or possible the beginning of its sequel/prequel.
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Beka set the Maru down on the drift nice and easy. Anyone else would have killed the bucket of bolts, but she made it look like a cake walk. What was more impressive was that she landed it safely on this particular drift. This was in no way Beka's idea of sanitary, livable, or even inhabitable. Through the monitors that gave her the views of outside, Beka saw garbage pilled in corners as high as they would go. Children no older than 4 were picking at the garbage for things to eat. It almost made Beka want to cry. Where were their parents?
Anjel came over to her side to see what was taking her so long. She too looked in the screens and saw the children.
"I used to be one of those" Anjel said flatly. Beka looked up at her in surprise and with a little sorrow, Anjel smiled sadly as if she was remembering something, "hey," she said. "its better than being a slave."
She and Anjel walked towards the passenger exit in silence. In that silence, Beka heard a squeak. Actually it was a swishy noise that she only heard when Anjel took a step.
Beka stopped, and so did Anjel, and so did the sound. Beka crooked an eye brow.
"What?" Anjel asked.
"Could you just walk over there really quick?" she motioned to the catwalk.
Anjel did, and the swishy squeakiness started again. Beka laughed a little at Anjel's discomfort. The girl did not obviously like being put on display. "What?" She asked again.
"What in the hell is making that sound?" Beka asked back.
"What? Oh, this?" Anjel shook her ass and the sound started again.
Beka nodded and Anjel lifted up her robe a little so that Beka could see her leather pants clad leg. "they're my lucky cost-a-ton-o-cash pants."
Beka smiled, "Wayists don't wear the skin of another living creature."
Anjel did a little dance like a small child throwing a temper tantrum. "WHY? Why god Why?" She turned and stomped back off to her room only to return a few seconds later, minus the pants.
They both walked down the stairs and landed firmly on the drift. "You ready for this?" Beka asked while she scanned the place.
" I guess so, "Anjel said as she put on her hood," but if I thought the smell was bad, the draft is unbearable."
It took Beka a few seconds to figure out what she said, "You aren't wearing any pants under that are you?"
Anjel looked surprised , "Was I supposed to?"
Beka laughed, but was actually kind of creeped out. It was like standing next to a female Harper with attitude problems. She didn't say anything though. She simply walked towards the docking master to pay her docking fee.
A young man walked towards them with a wabble. He dragged his left foot almost behind him. Anjel noticed, but said nothing. She merely elbowed Beka gently and directed her attention to the boy. He came close, and Anjel could smell the fear on him.
"First time here?" he asked.
"yeah," Beka answered. She expected Anjel to do something, but instead she stood silently and still.
The boy smiled, he was probably thinking he had just gotten an easy mark. "I collect the docking fees." He looked up at the Maru as if trying to calculate how much space it took up. "500 thrones please."
Beka looked at Anjel and smiled. Anjel smiled back from under the hood. This would be fun. Beka turned back to the boy and smiled quaintly. "Well, isn't that funny, the man over there," she pointed to the tall Nightsider collecting money from other ship's captains. "well we already paid him in advance."
Uh oh, the gig was up. Anjel saw he boys body start to sweat, and heard his breathing increase. He stepped a step closer and pulled something out. Anjel couldn't exactly see it because of the hood, but Beka could. The older woman smiled and leaned on Anjel like an old chum. SO he had a gun, so what? It only mattered if he used it.
"My friend here was attacked a few months back by Magog. She got away, but she got some freaky disease." Beka smiled as she stepped away from Anjel and watched as the girl played on que. Anjel stepped close to the boy, so close that he could feel her breath. She removed her hood and stared at him with those eyes.
The kid immediately jumped back and pointed his gun at Anjel. Anjel only smiled coyly and stepped forward. "don't... come... HELP!!!" he screamed. But no one actually paid attention to him.they all probably thought he was just another of the hundred kids around there who were fighting over a scrap. No one seemed to care about the kids, so what was one more gone?
"Now she's going to die in a few days, but she's fine with it."
" I have chosen the mountain path, and all that the universe has to offer me." Anjel placed her hands together and bowed humbly.
Beka stepped forward while so that she stood next to Anjel. She placed a hand on the girls shoulder, "now your fine as long as you get the vaccine. Otherwise your could get it."
"Wha-What vaccine lady." The boy was backing up more quickly now.
Beka looked around for a name, nothing. She looked to Anjel for a moment. "Uh, um the a, the Ragnor vaccine."
"Wa-Well I aint got that."
"Then maybe you shouldn't be bothering us now should you?" Beka said as the boy turned to run. He was probably off to go find someone who would give him the Vaccine.
Beka laughed as Anjel put her hood on and chuckled herself. "The Ragnor vaccine?"
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Harks Weionics had owned the Drunken Wench for the last thirty years. In that time he had seen some shit. It had opened up when the drift was being built and became the local watering hole. And if you really knew your way around this god forsaken drift you came to the Wench.. If you knew the right person you could gat anything from cuplinks to nova bombs.
The bar had just barly been spared form the Explosion a few months back, and since then business had been great. The Drift reconstruction workers came in for drinks after shifts, buissness owners came in to drowned their sorrows and wait until they could go back to their shops, yep life was great. Sure he had actually helped cause all of that shit, but no one had to know that. As long as everyone thought that little neitzschean body guard had done it for the Kodiaks, he was home free.
The water supply had been turned off temporarily because of the construction, but that didn't stop him form serving drinks. The door was constantly opening and closing, he didn't even pay attention to who was coming in anymore. He had his back turned to the crowed and was whipping down a few glasses when he heard her.
"Ok, we need 2 cunt lovers on the seaside."
"What?"
"Trust me, you'll like it. Im going to go see if I can get that frequency cloaker."
"Yeah, In a minute."
He turned around and scanned the crowed quickly. He immediately found the owner of the voice. She was standing at a table with her back to him and she was with cloaked wench., but there was no way in hell he could forget that ass. Ooooooo she had a lot of balls coming back here.
He put down his glass and his rag and calmly walked out from behind the bar and through the crowd. The woman in the robe left the table, leaving her alone. She could change her hair and wear a new get up, but no way in hell Domascus could loose that ass.
He stepped up behind her and closely whispered, "you got a lot of balls coming back ya know that Anj?". He whispered in her ear as he slipped a hand around to grab her crotch roughly yet sexually.
He was on the table before he knew what hit him. His vision cleared and he saw a blond beauty with a gun to his temple. He smiled, good old Anjel. "Feisty as ever I see."
The cloaked woman appeared next to her and whispered harshly "Harms! You dumb stupid sombitch!"
Ok now that was just confusing, "Anj?"
"No shit you damn idiot." The cloaked woman spat. Well it kind of looked like Anjel, but with freckles- and those eyes!
"What the fuck happened to you?!" he said as he got off the table and pulled her in for a hug(while grabbing her ass) then looked back at those damn eyes.
" Its just saratompsion and resphonics with a few nanobots." Anjel explained as she pulled back from his hug. Harms obviously didn't understand. "Retina scan blockers." She simplified.
Ok, well that was smart, don't want to get caught by the patrol bots. He turned back to the woman whom he had just so recently and out rightly violated. "um sorry ma'am. Drinks are on the house."
"Thanks" she smiled sarcastically back.
He paid no more attention to her and turned back to Anjel who had put her hood back on. "whatcha doin back here chickie?"
"Need supplies, know a good dealer?" She asked
He scanned the crowed again, "Nightsider, goes by the name Gerentex. He's got everything you need."
Anjel crooked her head to the side, "Never heard of him."
"I have," Beka growled.
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OK im splitting this chapter into 2 chapters because it is so freakin long. And please remember folks.....3/8THS!!!!!!!!!
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Beka set the Maru down on the drift nice and easy. Anyone else would have killed the bucket of bolts, but she made it look like a cake walk. What was more impressive was that she landed it safely on this particular drift. This was in no way Beka's idea of sanitary, livable, or even inhabitable. Through the monitors that gave her the views of outside, Beka saw garbage pilled in corners as high as they would go. Children no older than 4 were picking at the garbage for things to eat. It almost made Beka want to cry. Where were their parents?
Anjel came over to her side to see what was taking her so long. She too looked in the screens and saw the children.
"I used to be one of those" Anjel said flatly. Beka looked up at her in surprise and with a little sorrow, Anjel smiled sadly as if she was remembering something, "hey," she said. "its better than being a slave."
She and Anjel walked towards the passenger exit in silence. In that silence, Beka heard a squeak. Actually it was a swishy noise that she only heard when Anjel took a step.
Beka stopped, and so did Anjel, and so did the sound. Beka crooked an eye brow.
"What?" Anjel asked.
"Could you just walk over there really quick?" she motioned to the catwalk.
Anjel did, and the swishy squeakiness started again. Beka laughed a little at Anjel's discomfort. The girl did not obviously like being put on display. "What?" She asked again.
"What in the hell is making that sound?" Beka asked back.
"What? Oh, this?" Anjel shook her ass and the sound started again.
Beka nodded and Anjel lifted up her robe a little so that Beka could see her leather pants clad leg. "they're my lucky cost-a-ton-o-cash pants."
Beka smiled, "Wayists don't wear the skin of another living creature."
Anjel did a little dance like a small child throwing a temper tantrum. "WHY? Why god Why?" She turned and stomped back off to her room only to return a few seconds later, minus the pants.
They both walked down the stairs and landed firmly on the drift. "You ready for this?" Beka asked while she scanned the place.
" I guess so, "Anjel said as she put on her hood," but if I thought the smell was bad, the draft is unbearable."
It took Beka a few seconds to figure out what she said, "You aren't wearing any pants under that are you?"
Anjel looked surprised , "Was I supposed to?"
Beka laughed, but was actually kind of creeped out. It was like standing next to a female Harper with attitude problems. She didn't say anything though. She simply walked towards the docking master to pay her docking fee.
A young man walked towards them with a wabble. He dragged his left foot almost behind him. Anjel noticed, but said nothing. She merely elbowed Beka gently and directed her attention to the boy. He came close, and Anjel could smell the fear on him.
"First time here?" he asked.
"yeah," Beka answered. She expected Anjel to do something, but instead she stood silently and still.
The boy smiled, he was probably thinking he had just gotten an easy mark. "I collect the docking fees." He looked up at the Maru as if trying to calculate how much space it took up. "500 thrones please."
Beka looked at Anjel and smiled. Anjel smiled back from under the hood. This would be fun. Beka turned back to the boy and smiled quaintly. "Well, isn't that funny, the man over there," she pointed to the tall Nightsider collecting money from other ship's captains. "well we already paid him in advance."
Uh oh, the gig was up. Anjel saw he boys body start to sweat, and heard his breathing increase. He stepped a step closer and pulled something out. Anjel couldn't exactly see it because of the hood, but Beka could. The older woman smiled and leaned on Anjel like an old chum. SO he had a gun, so what? It only mattered if he used it.
"My friend here was attacked a few months back by Magog. She got away, but she got some freaky disease." Beka smiled as she stepped away from Anjel and watched as the girl played on que. Anjel stepped close to the boy, so close that he could feel her breath. She removed her hood and stared at him with those eyes.
The kid immediately jumped back and pointed his gun at Anjel. Anjel only smiled coyly and stepped forward. "don't... come... HELP!!!" he screamed. But no one actually paid attention to him.they all probably thought he was just another of the hundred kids around there who were fighting over a scrap. No one seemed to care about the kids, so what was one more gone?
"Now she's going to die in a few days, but she's fine with it."
" I have chosen the mountain path, and all that the universe has to offer me." Anjel placed her hands together and bowed humbly.
Beka stepped forward while so that she stood next to Anjel. She placed a hand on the girls shoulder, "now your fine as long as you get the vaccine. Otherwise your could get it."
"Wha-What vaccine lady." The boy was backing up more quickly now.
Beka looked around for a name, nothing. She looked to Anjel for a moment. "Uh, um the a, the Ragnor vaccine."
"Wa-Well I aint got that."
"Then maybe you shouldn't be bothering us now should you?" Beka said as the boy turned to run. He was probably off to go find someone who would give him the Vaccine.
Beka laughed as Anjel put her hood on and chuckled herself. "The Ragnor vaccine?"
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Harks Weionics had owned the Drunken Wench for the last thirty years. In that time he had seen some shit. It had opened up when the drift was being built and became the local watering hole. And if you really knew your way around this god forsaken drift you came to the Wench.. If you knew the right person you could gat anything from cuplinks to nova bombs.
The bar had just barly been spared form the Explosion a few months back, and since then business had been great. The Drift reconstruction workers came in for drinks after shifts, buissness owners came in to drowned their sorrows and wait until they could go back to their shops, yep life was great. Sure he had actually helped cause all of that shit, but no one had to know that. As long as everyone thought that little neitzschean body guard had done it for the Kodiaks, he was home free.
The water supply had been turned off temporarily because of the construction, but that didn't stop him form serving drinks. The door was constantly opening and closing, he didn't even pay attention to who was coming in anymore. He had his back turned to the crowed and was whipping down a few glasses when he heard her.
"Ok, we need 2 cunt lovers on the seaside."
"What?"
"Trust me, you'll like it. Im going to go see if I can get that frequency cloaker."
"Yeah, In a minute."
He turned around and scanned the crowed quickly. He immediately found the owner of the voice. She was standing at a table with her back to him and she was with cloaked wench., but there was no way in hell he could forget that ass. Ooooooo she had a lot of balls coming back here.
He put down his glass and his rag and calmly walked out from behind the bar and through the crowd. The woman in the robe left the table, leaving her alone. She could change her hair and wear a new get up, but no way in hell Domascus could loose that ass.
He stepped up behind her and closely whispered, "you got a lot of balls coming back ya know that Anj?". He whispered in her ear as he slipped a hand around to grab her crotch roughly yet sexually.
He was on the table before he knew what hit him. His vision cleared and he saw a blond beauty with a gun to his temple. He smiled, good old Anjel. "Feisty as ever I see."
The cloaked woman appeared next to her and whispered harshly "Harms! You dumb stupid sombitch!"
Ok now that was just confusing, "Anj?"
"No shit you damn idiot." The cloaked woman spat. Well it kind of looked like Anjel, but with freckles- and those eyes!
"What the fuck happened to you?!" he said as he got off the table and pulled her in for a hug(while grabbing her ass) then looked back at those damn eyes.
" Its just saratompsion and resphonics with a few nanobots." Anjel explained as she pulled back from his hug. Harms obviously didn't understand. "Retina scan blockers." She simplified.
Ok, well that was smart, don't want to get caught by the patrol bots. He turned back to the woman whom he had just so recently and out rightly violated. "um sorry ma'am. Drinks are on the house."
"Thanks" she smiled sarcastically back.
He paid no more attention to her and turned back to Anjel who had put her hood back on. "whatcha doin back here chickie?"
"Need supplies, know a good dealer?" She asked
He scanned the crowed again, "Nightsider, goes by the name Gerentex. He's got everything you need."
Anjel crooked her head to the side, "Never heard of him."
"I have," Beka growled.
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OK im splitting this chapter into 2 chapters because it is so freakin long. And please remember folks.....3/8THS!!!!!!!!!