些夜
(Some Nights)
Chapter 4
Jayne Cobb stumbled down a dark alley, unsure where he was going or how he would get there. Just as he was rounding the corner he thought he heard a noise behind him. He spun around, swinging his now empty beer bottle at his assailant. He didn't connect with anything.
"Gorram rats. Followin' me ain't gonna get you no…" Jayne was cut short as a bag was pulled down over his head from behind and two men grabbed his arms. After a brief struggle, very brief as Jayne had already had more than his share of the local beer, everything went dark.
"Eerrn"
"Raeyrn"
"What's is he saying? I can't understand him?" Someone asks.
"I think he's trying to speak. What a brutish creature. One would almost think he was trying to have an intelligent conversation. If one didn't know better that is." Someone else answered in kind.
The two voices squabbled back and forth for an ungodly amount of time. The high pitch and fast pace of the voices worked its way into Jayne's mind like an ore hammer through an asteroid, shattering pieces as it went.
"Gerrraromyt!" Jayned tried to form words but they wouldn't come. Slowly his vision returned. He was mildly aware of someone moving in front of him. He slowly realized that he was now sitting in a chair. His arms were tied to the arms of the chair.
"Where am I?" Jayne asked.
"You are now a political prisoner of the Peoples Republic of Flora Maxus Freed Forrest Fighters, Political Prisoner Division, or "P-R-F-M-F-F-F-P-P-D" for short. You are to be tried as an enemy combatant and executed tomorrow morning. Provided we have good weather. No one wants to be executed on a rainy day, it makes the whole event so much less enjoyable. I am Rjork, I will be your captor for the duration of your stay. If you need anything please make it known to myself or my counterpart Bjarin and we will be more than happy to assist you." Rjork chattered like a canary on a sugar high.
"Gorrammit! Would you two shut 'yer... wait a gorram minute ya bun tyen-shung duh ee-dway-ro, did you jus' say ex'cuted. I ain't even had a trial and yer' already talkin' 'bout executin'." Jayne mumbled.
"I ain't even had no lawyerin' done. What kinda Shiong mao niao trial's this gonna be anyways!?" Jayne questioned, his face turning red with anger.
"If you are unhappy with the results of your trial, you can appeal it in the next court session. I believe there is one scheduled in 7.5 months. That should give you plenty of time to prepare a full defense." Rjork responded.
"Lotta good that'll do if ya go ex'cutin' me in the mornin'."
"You're very picky Mr. Cobb… now please calm down, or you are going to make this one of the most unpleasant executions I have ever had the pleasure of being involved with." Rjork scorned as he and Bjarin walked out the door, slamming it behind them.