OK here is alternate number 2.
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Beka let Anjel lead the way through the crowd. She didn't much like the bar tender, or the way he man handled her, and she defiantly was not looking forward to seeing Gerentex again. So far this day hadn't been the greatest of her life. She looked at her surroundings, which weren't much different than the ship yards, except that there were a lot more people. She spotted a map of the drift. The red sector, where that perverted freak had told them to go was closer if they went the other direction.
"Hey Tranq., wait for a sec." She called, because Anjel had not stopped for her.
Anjel stopped and looked back. She had thought Beka was behind her the whole time. She waited as the see of creatures swarmed past her.
Beka finally caught up after fighting her way through the crowed that had stopped in front of the soup stand. "The map said we should go back that way."
"This is the only way to he red sector from here, the other route was blown up." Anjel smiled coyly.
They continued to walk towards the Red sector. Anjel led, because for the life of her, Beka didn't know where to go in this damn place. She was actually becoming happy that Anjel came along.
Anjel on the other hand was concentrating on other things than getting around. The neitzschean men were throwing her and Beka sideways glances that told her that their intentions were non to gentlemen-like. But that wasn't half as bad as the women. Their sideways glances were just plain mean and threatening. Was she still in heat? Was Beka? Did Beka even notice them?
They had made to back to the Maru, which was one the way to the red sector. Beka was happy to see that the Maru was still alright and that no one was trying to break into her. She heard Anjel growl low next to her, and followed the girl's path of sight. A few ships away from the Maru , and relatively close to them, a small boy screamed as a man held him. In fact there was a large line of children And 2 more very large, very neitzschean men.
Now, Beka didn't like slavers much at all, but she had never actually seen them rounding up slaves. She looked around and saw that there were no longer children climbing the trash looking for food. For a second she thought that they were better off, at least they would get to eat. But then she heard another scream. This time as was from a small girl, but she was being held by the same man as before. As he though her aside, Beka got a good look at a much older slave with a Brander. As if putting the trackers on them weren't enough.
"That's insane" Beka said under her breath, but she was sure Anjel heard her. She looked to her side to see what Her little neitzschean felt about all of this, but she wasn't there. She heard shouts coming back from the Slave ship. Beka looked back over and saw exactly what she expected.
The children in the line were shedding themselves of the restraints and scattering. One man was already dead, laying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. She saw Anjel standing over him calmly facing the other 2 who were pissed. She removed her hood and crouched low into an attack stance. Well, leave it to a neitzschean to stir things up a bit. Beka looked around, but only found people doing the exact thing she was doing; watching.
The first male who came at Anjel was pathetic, even on human standards. He was overweight by more than 50 lbs, and defiantly not to practiced at his combat. But with as little resistance that she had seen from the people here, why would he have to? Anjel finished him quickly and painfully with a gouge to the eyes. He fell clutching his face, which was when she kicked in his skull. Ew.
The last one by this time had called for backup, and the backup had guns. Great. The neitzschean himself had taken the Brander from his little slave and had every intent on using it on Anjel. Beka took out her little blaster which she loved almost as much as the Maru and started picking off men as they came out of the slave ship. She was able to get most of them but a few got by and started firing at not only Anjel, but Beka too.
Anjel was having her own hard luck though. The brander was not something she wanted to be at the end of, and this guy was hell bent on sticking her with it. Not to mention he did have at least 5 inches on her and he was at least 100 lbs heavier and he knew how to use is. If Anjel made a move, he countered with the poker. Many times Anjel barely escaped the hot end of the device, but that, she thought, was on the account of the baggy robe, and not that fact that she hadn't worked out at all since they had been on the Andromeda.
They continued to circle each other, but now Anjel had other things to think about as well, like the big overmen with gauze riffles shooting at her, and the fact that she had no pants on, so flipping out of the way was out of the question, GOD DAMN WAYISTS!
She was lucky though, one of the shots hit the brander man instead of her. He stumbled momentarily and Anjel took it. A Quick painless snap to the neck was all that she did, because she had other things to worry about other than killing him slowly. She watched as Beka picked off the last of them. Well pretty much. Those who weren't trying to kill Beka were still trying to take out Anjel. She was out in the open with no cover, great. She Ran, Like the God Damned Wind. But even that wasn't enough, A blaster shot had gotten her in the back. Anjel knew what a gauze riffle felt like and that was not it. She fell to the ground and stopped breathing to appear dead. She left her eyes open and her face to the side so that she could actually see the neitzscheans dying around her. None of them had blasters. DAMNIT BEKA!!!!!
Anjel made a mental note to somehow beat the shit out of her for this. When she determined it was alright to get up, she didn't wait for Beka. Instead she went to the slave boy who was hiding under the ship for cover. He couldn't have been more than 16. "Can you fly?" She asked without removing the hood.
The boy nodded.
"Take this ship and the slaves on it to Cretes Monicas." A miniature version of a weeble slipped out of her sleeve and attacked itself to the boys tracker before it started eating it away. "This has the coordinates. Tell them Anjelicia Mustavi sent you, they will take care of you there. Now help me get these bodies on the ship before the patrols come."
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Beka ran low. Something had hit Anjel, and it wasn't a Gauze Riffle. HE didn't know where it came from either, so now it was just a matter of not giving them a big target..
By the time Beka got over to the slave ship, Anjel and the slaves were pulling bodies on board. Anjel herself was carrying one dead neitzschean lover each shoulder. The younger women through her load on to the ramp rather harshly then turned to Beka.
"YOU SHOT ME!!! YOU FLITHY CHOTCH!!! YOU SHOT ME!!!" Anjel yelled.
Beka was taken aback. "No I didn't. I was covering you, and really, did you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Anjel ignored that last comment, "Oh yeah, ok, someone shot me out of the blue with a blaster. Not a gauze riffle, a blaster. Do you wanna die?"
"Its not a matter of want, you simply will." A nasally voice came from aboard the ship.
Anjel gently pushed Beka under the ship and out of sight. She stood with her hood on waiting for the person to walk down the ramp. A Nightsider causally stepped down the ramp as it was lowered. More bodies were laying on his right and left; not only Neitzscheans, but the slaves also rested freshly massacred. Anjel's stomach turned as she saw the boy whom she had spoken to only moments ago laying face up with blood still running out of his mouth.
"That shipment was worth over 500 thousand thrones!"
"uh huh, if I remember so, you still owe me 46 thousand, plus the use of my ship, oh and leaving me and my crew to die." Beka walked out from under the ship to stand next to Anjel.
"im taking it you know each other."
The nightsider said nothing, and from the look of his shifting eyes, he was looking for somewhere to run.
Beka stepped up on the platform and placed the gun on the nightsiders temple.
"Tranq. This is Gerentex."
************************************************************ I promise I will get back to what's happening on andromeda soon, but I still need to finish up the tarmac drift. Please don't hate me for neglecting Harper, trance, Rommie, Dylan, or Tammers
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Beka let Anjel lead the way through the crowd. She didn't much like the bar tender, or the way he man handled her, and she defiantly was not looking forward to seeing Gerentex again. So far this day hadn't been the greatest of her life. She looked at her surroundings, which weren't much different than the ship yards, except that there were a lot more people. She spotted a map of the drift. The red sector, where that perverted freak had told them to go was closer if they went the other direction.
"Hey Tranq., wait for a sec." She called, because Anjel had not stopped for her.
Anjel stopped and looked back. She had thought Beka was behind her the whole time. She waited as the see of creatures swarmed past her.
Beka finally caught up after fighting her way through the crowed that had stopped in front of the soup stand. "The map said we should go back that way."
"This is the only way to he red sector from here, the other route was blown up." Anjel smiled coyly.
They continued to walk towards the Red sector. Anjel led, because for the life of her, Beka didn't know where to go in this damn place. She was actually becoming happy that Anjel came along.
Anjel on the other hand was concentrating on other things than getting around. The neitzschean men were throwing her and Beka sideways glances that told her that their intentions were non to gentlemen-like. But that wasn't half as bad as the women. Their sideways glances were just plain mean and threatening. Was she still in heat? Was Beka? Did Beka even notice them?
They had made to back to the Maru, which was one the way to the red sector. Beka was happy to see that the Maru was still alright and that no one was trying to break into her. She heard Anjel growl low next to her, and followed the girl's path of sight. A few ships away from the Maru , and relatively close to them, a small boy screamed as a man held him. In fact there was a large line of children And 2 more very large, very neitzschean men.
Now, Beka didn't like slavers much at all, but she had never actually seen them rounding up slaves. She looked around and saw that there were no longer children climbing the trash looking for food. For a second she thought that they were better off, at least they would get to eat. But then she heard another scream. This time as was from a small girl, but she was being held by the same man as before. As he though her aside, Beka got a good look at a much older slave with a Brander. As if putting the trackers on them weren't enough.
"That's insane" Beka said under her breath, but she was sure Anjel heard her. She looked to her side to see what Her little neitzschean felt about all of this, but she wasn't there. She heard shouts coming back from the Slave ship. Beka looked back over and saw exactly what she expected.
The children in the line were shedding themselves of the restraints and scattering. One man was already dead, laying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. She saw Anjel standing over him calmly facing the other 2 who were pissed. She removed her hood and crouched low into an attack stance. Well, leave it to a neitzschean to stir things up a bit. Beka looked around, but only found people doing the exact thing she was doing; watching.
The first male who came at Anjel was pathetic, even on human standards. He was overweight by more than 50 lbs, and defiantly not to practiced at his combat. But with as little resistance that she had seen from the people here, why would he have to? Anjel finished him quickly and painfully with a gouge to the eyes. He fell clutching his face, which was when she kicked in his skull. Ew.
The last one by this time had called for backup, and the backup had guns. Great. The neitzschean himself had taken the Brander from his little slave and had every intent on using it on Anjel. Beka took out her little blaster which she loved almost as much as the Maru and started picking off men as they came out of the slave ship. She was able to get most of them but a few got by and started firing at not only Anjel, but Beka too.
Anjel was having her own hard luck though. The brander was not something she wanted to be at the end of, and this guy was hell bent on sticking her with it. Not to mention he did have at least 5 inches on her and he was at least 100 lbs heavier and he knew how to use is. If Anjel made a move, he countered with the poker. Many times Anjel barely escaped the hot end of the device, but that, she thought, was on the account of the baggy robe, and not that fact that she hadn't worked out at all since they had been on the Andromeda.
They continued to circle each other, but now Anjel had other things to think about as well, like the big overmen with gauze riffles shooting at her, and the fact that she had no pants on, so flipping out of the way was out of the question, GOD DAMN WAYISTS!
She was lucky though, one of the shots hit the brander man instead of her. He stumbled momentarily and Anjel took it. A Quick painless snap to the neck was all that she did, because she had other things to worry about other than killing him slowly. She watched as Beka picked off the last of them. Well pretty much. Those who weren't trying to kill Beka were still trying to take out Anjel. She was out in the open with no cover, great. She Ran, Like the God Damned Wind. But even that wasn't enough, A blaster shot had gotten her in the back. Anjel knew what a gauze riffle felt like and that was not it. She fell to the ground and stopped breathing to appear dead. She left her eyes open and her face to the side so that she could actually see the neitzscheans dying around her. None of them had blasters. DAMNIT BEKA!!!!!
Anjel made a mental note to somehow beat the shit out of her for this. When she determined it was alright to get up, she didn't wait for Beka. Instead she went to the slave boy who was hiding under the ship for cover. He couldn't have been more than 16. "Can you fly?" She asked without removing the hood.
The boy nodded.
"Take this ship and the slaves on it to Cretes Monicas." A miniature version of a weeble slipped out of her sleeve and attacked itself to the boys tracker before it started eating it away. "This has the coordinates. Tell them Anjelicia Mustavi sent you, they will take care of you there. Now help me get these bodies on the ship before the patrols come."
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Beka ran low. Something had hit Anjel, and it wasn't a Gauze Riffle. HE didn't know where it came from either, so now it was just a matter of not giving them a big target..
By the time Beka got over to the slave ship, Anjel and the slaves were pulling bodies on board. Anjel herself was carrying one dead neitzschean lover each shoulder. The younger women through her load on to the ramp rather harshly then turned to Beka.
"YOU SHOT ME!!! YOU FLITHY CHOTCH!!! YOU SHOT ME!!!" Anjel yelled.
Beka was taken aback. "No I didn't. I was covering you, and really, did you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Anjel ignored that last comment, "Oh yeah, ok, someone shot me out of the blue with a blaster. Not a gauze riffle, a blaster. Do you wanna die?"
"Its not a matter of want, you simply will." A nasally voice came from aboard the ship.
Anjel gently pushed Beka under the ship and out of sight. She stood with her hood on waiting for the person to walk down the ramp. A Nightsider causally stepped down the ramp as it was lowered. More bodies were laying on his right and left; not only Neitzscheans, but the slaves also rested freshly massacred. Anjel's stomach turned as she saw the boy whom she had spoken to only moments ago laying face up with blood still running out of his mouth.
"That shipment was worth over 500 thousand thrones!"
"uh huh, if I remember so, you still owe me 46 thousand, plus the use of my ship, oh and leaving me and my crew to die." Beka walked out from under the ship to stand next to Anjel.
"im taking it you know each other."
The nightsider said nothing, and from the look of his shifting eyes, he was looking for somewhere to run.
Beka stepped up on the platform and placed the gun on the nightsiders temple.
"Tranq. This is Gerentex."
************************************************************ I promise I will get back to what's happening on andromeda soon, but I still need to finish up the tarmac drift. Please don't hate me for neglecting Harper, trance, Rommie, Dylan, or Tammers