ok, I think I lost what little following this story had, but maybe it was because I havent writen in so long, or maybe it was just the fact that my summery sucked. Anyway, we will learn the identity of Anjels parents in the next few chapters, if im nice I may give one away in this one, that is if you haven't already figured it out. Oh yeah, I made a boo boo in Anjel's Neitzschean fraction, so instead of going back and fixing it, I am going to throw something new into the mix, which means the father is up for grabs at the moment. Have fun with that. Again all flames/pairings/parental guesses/questions/and comments can be sent to Keri459yahoo.com if you wish an immediate response.
She scrubbed, she scoured, she even raked at her own skin to get the sewage smell off, but IT JUST WASN'T WORKING!!! She had used all of Beka's nice smelling soaps and body washed and even a strange soap bar that was suspended by a rope. If she had a humans sense of smell she may have been happy with the way she smelled. But no, she had to be nietzschean and she had to be going home to a nietzschean husband.
"Hey Beka!! Do you have any heavy duty engine cleaner?" Anjel yelled into the Maru's speaker system.
Beka was in the cargo hold checking all of the goods for malfunctions or anything that a con artist such as Gerentex might pull. she crooked an eye at Anjel's request.
"Um, why?" She said back.
Anjel smiled in the shower, "well I was thinking we could scorch all of my skin off, then we could use a heavy duty skin mender to grow me new non stinky skin."
Beka laughed. "Have you tried the soap on a rope?"
"Is that what that was called?"
"Was?" Beka asked.
"Oh yeah," Anjel laughed, "That was the first thing to go."
Beka scowled, she had gotten that soap on a rope from some planet they had liberated, and it had smelled really good. Then she weighed both sides, she could have a walking stink bomb on board or she could loose Mr. Soapy (yes she had named it.)
Multiple slip stream events off the Stern the Maru's central computer reported.
Beka dropped what she was doing and ran to the pilots chair. Anjel, with still wet hair and clad in a large blue towel met her there and took her spot at the new weapons center. Beka didn't waste time looking back at her companion, but instead put the slip points on screen so that they could both see what was going on outside.
3 slip points opened. Only one ship exited from the first. it was a slip fighter and obviously not in the best shape. It was badly damaged and the weapons system was long gone. The poor bastard had obviously hoped to outrun whatever was chasing him. With its power thruster's offline, it drifted haphazardly out of control. Anjel scanned for life.
"One organism on board. It's strong and seems humanoid." Anjel reported
"Who cares, its common wealth. Send out the grappling hoods and tow it in."
"Yes captain." Anjel said as she pressed the control panel in front of her to release the hooks. They attached to the slip fighters hual and quickly dragged it to the safety of the Maru.
4 other ships suddenly appeared from the other 2 slip points. They were big, but fast nietzschean ships. The markings stated Kodiak pride. They quickly moved to intercept and/or destroy the crippled slip fighter, and the Maru was in their way.
"Prep for evasive maneuvers." Beka yelled.
"Launching primary missile tubes and prepping secondary." Anjel said as she grabbed the railing and watched the first wave of missiles launch.
"WE HAVE MISSILES?!" Beka yelled.
Anjel looked a little dumbfounded, who wouldn't know that their own ship had firepower? "Well we do now."
The missiles hit their mark and 2 of the ships were obliterated. DamnAnjel thoughtthose are some hard core missiles. The Dovolo needs some of these.
A beeping sounded at Anjel's console. "We're being hailed." She reported.
"On screen."
A tall Nietzschean man with an olive complexion stood before them in control of one of the Nietzschean Ships. His face was pulled back in a sneer, and he wore a Kodiak helix. So Tyr's got some fine looking genetic supermen under his thumbBeka thought as she smiled at the man. He continued sneering. "Cease your Fire immediately, we only wish to collect the ship and its occupant. it is non of your concern cargo ship. Release the ship or we will blow you both back to Taren Vedra."
Anjel smiled she poked her head into view, "Hi Gazel." she waved.
A moment of confusion washed over his face before Anjel launched the second wave of missiles, "Bye Grazel." She smiled grimly.
"Get some clothes on and meet me in the cargo hold." Beka commanded as she grabbed the first aid kit from the ladder as she walked down the Maru towards their new friend. Anjel nodded and parted with beka to return to her room. Beka wasn't exactly sure what to expect, well actually she never did, so she took her new big gun with her.better safe then sorry
The Slip fighter lay on its side in the cargo hold. Someone was banging on the window, trying to get out. Beka grabbed the "jaws" from the wall. She moved to the window of the slip fighter and let the jaws open it like a can opener.
Someone quickly jumped out onto the floor gasping for air. He had jet black hair and from the looks of things a nice ass, oh yeah and some bone blades. Beka cautiously walked towards the nietzschean. He quickly turned to view her.
"Admiral Rhade?"
She scrubbed, she scoured, she even raked at her own skin to get the sewage smell off, but IT JUST WASN'T WORKING!!! She had used all of Beka's nice smelling soaps and body washed and even a strange soap bar that was suspended by a rope. If she had a humans sense of smell she may have been happy with the way she smelled. But no, she had to be nietzschean and she had to be going home to a nietzschean husband.
"Hey Beka!! Do you have any heavy duty engine cleaner?" Anjel yelled into the Maru's speaker system.
Beka was in the cargo hold checking all of the goods for malfunctions or anything that a con artist such as Gerentex might pull. she crooked an eye at Anjel's request.
"Um, why?" She said back.
Anjel smiled in the shower, "well I was thinking we could scorch all of my skin off, then we could use a heavy duty skin mender to grow me new non stinky skin."
Beka laughed. "Have you tried the soap on a rope?"
"Is that what that was called?"
"Was?" Beka asked.
"Oh yeah," Anjel laughed, "That was the first thing to go."
Beka scowled, she had gotten that soap on a rope from some planet they had liberated, and it had smelled really good. Then she weighed both sides, she could have a walking stink bomb on board or she could loose Mr. Soapy (yes she had named it.)
Multiple slip stream events off the Stern the Maru's central computer reported.
Beka dropped what she was doing and ran to the pilots chair. Anjel, with still wet hair and clad in a large blue towel met her there and took her spot at the new weapons center. Beka didn't waste time looking back at her companion, but instead put the slip points on screen so that they could both see what was going on outside.
3 slip points opened. Only one ship exited from the first. it was a slip fighter and obviously not in the best shape. It was badly damaged and the weapons system was long gone. The poor bastard had obviously hoped to outrun whatever was chasing him. With its power thruster's offline, it drifted haphazardly out of control. Anjel scanned for life.
"One organism on board. It's strong and seems humanoid." Anjel reported
"Who cares, its common wealth. Send out the grappling hoods and tow it in."
"Yes captain." Anjel said as she pressed the control panel in front of her to release the hooks. They attached to the slip fighters hual and quickly dragged it to the safety of the Maru.
4 other ships suddenly appeared from the other 2 slip points. They were big, but fast nietzschean ships. The markings stated Kodiak pride. They quickly moved to intercept and/or destroy the crippled slip fighter, and the Maru was in their way.
"Prep for evasive maneuvers." Beka yelled.
"Launching primary missile tubes and prepping secondary." Anjel said as she grabbed the railing and watched the first wave of missiles launch.
"WE HAVE MISSILES?!" Beka yelled.
Anjel looked a little dumbfounded, who wouldn't know that their own ship had firepower? "Well we do now."
The missiles hit their mark and 2 of the ships were obliterated. DamnAnjel thoughtthose are some hard core missiles. The Dovolo needs some of these.
A beeping sounded at Anjel's console. "We're being hailed." She reported.
"On screen."
A tall Nietzschean man with an olive complexion stood before them in control of one of the Nietzschean Ships. His face was pulled back in a sneer, and he wore a Kodiak helix. So Tyr's got some fine looking genetic supermen under his thumbBeka thought as she smiled at the man. He continued sneering. "Cease your Fire immediately, we only wish to collect the ship and its occupant. it is non of your concern cargo ship. Release the ship or we will blow you both back to Taren Vedra."
Anjel smiled she poked her head into view, "Hi Gazel." she waved.
A moment of confusion washed over his face before Anjel launched the second wave of missiles, "Bye Grazel." She smiled grimly.
"Get some clothes on and meet me in the cargo hold." Beka commanded as she grabbed the first aid kit from the ladder as she walked down the Maru towards their new friend. Anjel nodded and parted with beka to return to her room. Beka wasn't exactly sure what to expect, well actually she never did, so she took her new big gun with her.better safe then sorry
The Slip fighter lay on its side in the cargo hold. Someone was banging on the window, trying to get out. Beka grabbed the "jaws" from the wall. She moved to the window of the slip fighter and let the jaws open it like a can opener.
Someone quickly jumped out onto the floor gasping for air. He had jet black hair and from the looks of things a nice ass, oh yeah and some bone blades. Beka cautiously walked towards the nietzschean. He quickly turned to view her.
"Admiral Rhade?"