VFF The Book continues 4
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Saturday, April 26, 2014 13:20
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*I watch Spots being dragged to the cargo bay, nursing a bad arm. Now their just screwing with us cause they can. Oram gives Fox hell. I try to move that direction but a young soldier steps in front of me. Doc's giving as good as Fox, then the bastard get bent and slaps her.*
ENOUGH!
*He spins on me* Fox: You are all bound by law. Restrain them.
* 
IT. I'm killing him.*
*Before I can move Brit steps up to Fox*
Brit: I'm ready to be scanned now.
*Fox motions the soldier with the scanner over. He places the scanner in front of Brits eyes and blue light flashes.*
Fox: That one next. *pointing at me*
*Fox comes to close. I stomp down hard on the top of his boot, crushing bone. Before I can do anything else. His men are on me. The sound of guns charging echoes in the bay.*
Fox: YOU BROKE MY FOOT.
That a fact? Or do you need your medical team to assess it?
Fox: Assaulting an Alliance officer. *Limping away from me* SCAN HIM.
*They come at me with the scanner but before they can finish another man enters the bay. He hands Fox a screen.*
*Reading the screen* Fox: This can't be right.
*The other man nods*
Fox: All of them? *clearly upset*
*He turns and those of us paying attention see an image on the screen. It's Brit and below in big red letters it says. NOT TO BE DETAINED FOR ANY REASON*
*Fox grabs his comm. After several minutes of arguing with someone on the other side he hands off the comm. He walks up to me, wary not to get to close.*
Fox: You and your people are free to go.
*They vacate the Book and we are in the clear. Everyone goes about cleaning up the mess. Doc goes to work on Spots arm. No one says much but its clear what everyone is thinking. What the hell just happened?*
*I lock eyes with Brit. She just blinks a couple of times and leaves the room*
Stan: One of his prairie dogs could have outsmarted him.
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*Feels Oram let go of her hand as Spots is brought downstairs. She begins to give Lt. Fox a verbal assault.*
Quote:
Originally posted by Oram:
Abbey: Oram, quiet!
*Without warning, Lt. Fox backhands Oram with enough force to send her onto her arse.
*Abbey’s hand flies up to her mouth and she lets out a strangled gasp. She knows she should go to her friend’s side, but her feet are rooted to the floor.*
Quote:
Originally posted by Colt999:
*He spins on me* Fox: You are all bound by law. Restrain them.
*All of us? Bound by law? Abbey sees dark spots float around in her peripheral vision. She feels like she is going to pass out. Brit steps up and volunteers to be the first one scanned. She looks so fearless.*
*Then all of a sudden, Lt. Fox is handed a screen and immediately turns red from anger.*
Quote:
Originally posted by Colt999:
Fox: All of them? *clearly upset*
*He turns and those of us paying attention see an image on the screen. It's Brit and below in big red letters it says. NOT TO BE DETAINED FOR ANY REASON*
*She notices that no one is watching her now and unconsciously (and slowly) backs up towards the stairs.*
*When they leave she bolts up the stairs and into her shuttle. Only Mobbex notices her leaving, but he looks mad enough to kill the first person that comes within arms length.*
*When she arrives in her shuttle, it has been tossed. The bar has had the one of the doors kicked in because they couldn’t get past the lock. It is leaking alcohol from broken bottles but not enough to have destroyed her whole inventory, her specialty food items that she keeps for customers (cheesecake and other various delights) are thrown carelessly on the floor, some cigars have been thrown from their humidor and her cabinets have been ransacked. Chairs and cards are strewn everywhere. The material that separates her bedroom from the rest of the shuttle has been torn as well. Luckily the tables she has are not damaged.*
*But the damage doesn't even phase her. The pent up emotions from the ordeal take their toll. She could have been in real trouble. She slumps onto the sofa and begins to sob uncontrollably..*
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*Spots has his arm encased in a moulded cast, he’s still able to use his hand, but only marginally.*
I'm sorry that it’s gonna take about 6 weeks to heal… I don’t have an exo-builder, you’ll have to get Stan to help with the ships upkeep.
Spots: Didn’t expect to find one on this ship. So, it was a clean break of the bone?
I don’t even want to think what would’ve happened if it wasn’t... Though, to be safe, I'm giving you a dose of anti-biotics just in case anything wants to play merry havoc with you. I'm sure you’ll be safe, what with all the crawling around you do in this place, your immunity will be stronger than an Ox.
Spots: Thanks Doc.
*He hops off the chair and exits the infirmary heading for the engine room. Oram goes to wash her hands, and sees blood going down the drain. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she swears under her breath at the loss of the bloody stitches again, but forces herself to swallow the bile and rinses the remnants from her finger and palm, wrapping her hand in a clean bandage before heading for the galley, she catches the already purple bruise and swollen cheek in the basin mirror, but almost no emotion is on her face as she examins it before leaving the infirmary*
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Mobbex glowers at Fox's back as he walks out with an uneven gait, then spins around and whirls toward the nearest gangway. His face is contorted into a ferocious snarl, and both Sky an Colt hurriedly backpedal out of his course. Stan, however, is a little slow on the draw, and Mobbex promptly shoves him against a mound of boles.
Mobbex: Get the out o' my way! *notices Abbey's vanishing act as she has already made it to the upper catwalk*
'Bastards must've rifled her place to hell...
He veers to his right and stomps up the stairs to Abbey's shuttle.
With any luck they'll have spared a few goodies...
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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*Sky watches everyone leave the room quickly. Abbey is gone, however, before she can even watch her walk away. Brit stares at Colt and then walks away nonchalantly. Oram and Spots rush into the infirmary. Wash heads back up to the bridge. Mobbex stomps viciously up the stairs and out of the room, pushing Stan against the stacks of lumber along the way. Her eyes quickly move from him to Stan who is now on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck, and then she quickly shoots her glare towards Colt.*
What the jiǔ yōu was that all about? Did you see whose picture was on that screen, Colt?
Colt: Yeah. I did.
Do you think she's part of the Alliance?
Colt: I really don't know. But I'm sure as hell gonna find out.
*Colt walks out of the room and the only person left there is herself. She sighs as she walks out of the room as well.*
Well this is becoming one hell of a boat ride.
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****hits comm to the other ship**********
That was down right Chicken Titus Fox!!! Hell Just because I ran out on your GORAM Brother doesn't mean you can harass us !!!
*****Lt.fox comms back( doesn't notice that the capt. and sky are there in the doorwat listening to the exchange)***********
Your one to talk, you left Christian heartbroken . Your worse than that Cheap wanna be compaion !!! He still has not gotten over you.
***** the capt walks quietly closer to wash as does sky***********
Watch what you say about Christian he is more a man than you will ever be you worthless bastard. I still love him .....................
hate to interupt your family squabble but we have got to get going.
*******I stand up Quite embarassed ********
Yes sir, will do
*****turns the ship and heads away from that ship**********
Sky: so Sha'uri care to explain that little problem?
Wash: Yes the man I was to be married to is one of the highers ups in the alliance. ok. his brother tried to court me and failed it was one of the reasons I left now let us get out of here.................
I am a leaf on the wind
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Mobbex hears abbey crying from outside her door. He hesitates, but continues into her shuttle. He sees her on the couch. He hates it when women cry. It makes him uncomfortable. He changes his focus onto the room, which is trashed.
Mobbex: Tzao gao, abbey! You’d think that you were hiding something. *She chokes a bit, making her cough.* You need that inhaler thingy? *looks around a bit more* Not that I could find it anyway.
*abbey shakes her head as she finally stops coughing.*
Mobbex *shrugs*: They really tore this place apart. *He starts hefting the chairs back into the cabinets.*
*abbey is surprised that he is helping her out. Mobbex picks up a smushed chocolate cheesecake, still in it’s package.*
Mobbex: Can I have this?
*abbey nods and he finds an empty box on the floor. It is one that she hasn’t bothered to throw away from a recent shipment she had received. Mobbex drops the cheesecake in the box. He picks up the humidor and puts in on a shelf in the cabinet. There are two bent cigars lying on the floor. They are not quite broken but he is sure that abbey wouldn’t want to give them to her clients. She is still crying but a lot softer.*
Mobbex: Can I have these?
*abbey nods as she continues to cry, wiping tears from her face. Mobbex tosses abbey two sofa pillows that were thrown on the floor. She lays them down next to her on the sofa and puts her head on them, pulling her feet up onto the sofa too.*
*Mobbex pushes the glass from the broken bottles into a pile with his boot. He leans down to see a bottle of Gin sticking out of the damaged door of her bar. He picks it up and sees that there is a chip on the neck of the bottle. It doesn’t go all the way through. He turns to abbey and she lays on the sofa half asleep, still sniffling.*
Mobbex: This one is chipped. Can I…
abbey *sleepily, cutting him off*: You can have anything that’s damaged. Just leave what is intact.
*Mobbex smiles and happily starts putting away items that he can figure out where they go. All the while, he is dropping any damaged goods in his box. He looks over at abbey, who has fallen asleep, with a tear still falling down her cheek. He finishes what he can and turns back to abbey. Her sleep has become somewhat agitated and she is murmuring slightly. He sets his box down and looks around. Through the torn fabric of her divider, he sees a throw at the bottom of her bed. He picks it up and lays it across her. Her hands wrap around it and she cries out.
abbey *softly and barely recognizable*: no… run…
*Mobbex makes a note to mention it to someone. Grinning like he’d won the lottery, he picks up his box of loot and leaves her shuttle.*
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Mobbex tiptoes his way out of the shuttle, his loot in hand, and pulls the hatch shut with a swift tug of his leg.
Sweet gal... 'oughta get herself robbed more often.
He makes his way through the upper deck and and literally bumps into Colt in front of the hatch to his bunk as the latter is leaving the bridge.
Colt: *frowns* Where have you been and what's with the box?
Mobbex: Huh? Jus' stuff from Abbey's shuttle.
Colt, speaking with a somewhat menacing edge: You stealin' from crew again?
Mobbex: *an irritated scowl comes on his face* Would I tell you outright if I were stealin'? I ain't stupid y'know.
Colt: Right...
Mobbex: It's damaged goods, anyhow. 'Told me I could have it. *puts the box down on the grating and throws the hatch wide* Y' might wanna check in on her, too.
Colt, with a hint of concern in his voice: Check in on her? What for?
Mobbex: Well, she didn't look quite right to me. 'Could be wrong, though.
Colt: *rolls his eyes at the ceiling* Define "Not quite right".
Mobbex: *shrugs* I dunno... she was sleepin' most o' the time I's there, mumblin' gibberish'n stuff. Cryin' too.
Colt, his face showing genuine concern: All right, I'll, huh... drop by, see what's with her.
Mobbex: *smirks* Yeah, m'sure you will. *picks the box up, tucks it under his arm and disappears down the ladder*
Abbey:...Pleasuretex?
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******Puts ship on auto pilot. Walks to her Quaters and pulls out a picture of her and Christian and cries*************
**************heads out to the galley to grab something to eat and bumps into mobbex enjoy some finr acholol*********
hey can I grab a drink?
I am a leaf on the wind
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*Oram stops at the threshold, in shock that the galley has been turned inside out and upside down. Holding back the groan for the unnecessary work, she goes in to see what can be salvaged and reused. Halfway through she makes a cup of coffee for herself and sits up on the counter, surveying what’s she’s cleaned, what’s part of the individual crew inventory and a small pile of unsalvageable items.*
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