VFF The Book Continues Part 6
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The young doctor simply sniffed and didn’t answer the mercs question. Wasn’t her fault he was too dense to remember her telling him before she’d gone to sleep in his bunk that she wanted a place to hide to get a decent nights sleep and a chance to recover from her wounds. Now bloody Reavers were going to ruin it and cause the death of the entire crew.
Oram: Ok, here’s the thing… I'm not going to die via bullet in my damn head. Knowing my luck, you’ll miss and shoot me in the foot and they’ll start nawing on my brains like Zombies from Night of the Living Dead. I don’t know about you, but I've already got a damn headache.
Mobbex: *sarcastic* What’r propose, ask em nice to not eat us?
Oram: No, but I can at least give us an overdose of anaesthetic, we’ll die, but it wont be painful.
*She goes to leave but Mobbex stops her by grabbing her arm roughly*
Mobbex: Captain orders to us to stay on the shuttle.
*Oram rips her arm away from him, giving him a death glare*
Oram: I don’t give a la shi what the captain says! I’m dying like that if given the choice!
*Mobbex only nodds, but doesn’t say anything as she races out of the shuttle and to the infirmary, he sits on the bead heavily and waits for her to return.*
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The reavers kept pushing and shooting
Wash: Don’t think I can keep this up much longer Captain. You think they might give up?
Colt: No they aint giving up. * Colt thought about just ordering Wash into the cannon blast. It would be better than what would happen when they caught them* Just do what you can.
Wash interrupting: Captain I got another ship on the scope!
Colt *his heart sinking*: More Reavers?
He moved to the screen and looked over the scan.
Wash: Well?
Colt: It’s a freighter! Big one *Colt scanned the distance between them* Their way out but if we can get close maybe the Reavers will take the bigger target..
Wash *shocked*: But won’t they be killed.
Colt: Not likely. It’s a big ship they can out run em. *he spoke loud enough that the folks in the shuttle, as well as Spots and Sky could hear.* We have another ship ahead of us. It’s a freighter. We’re gonna head for it and hope that they decide to take off after the bigger ship. If they don’t take the bait, I want those of you in the shuttle to make a run for that freighter.
Abbey *standing in doorway*: Colt! You can’t do this! What if there are settlers on that ship or if they are unarmed? Your just going to throw them to the wolves?
Colt: I can and if it’s at all possible I will. 
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She wasn’t going to die like a still alive piece of meat being torn apart.
With shaking hands, Oram drew the liquid, remembering that Mobbex needed more, but also she didn’t want Abbey to experience a miscarriage before dying herself. She wouldn’t let it happen to another.
Taking a deep breath, she drew the last vial then took another vial of painkillers for herself to ease her fear and stop her goddamn shoulder and back from hurting.
The ship lurched to the side, causing Oram to fall unsteadily, her head slamming onto the cabinet. Stars exploded in her vision and Oram tried everything to keep herself from falling again. The nausea caused her to lose her last merger meal.
Getting up unsteadily and grabbing the vials and needles, Oram cleaned herself up with a rag and made it back towards the shuttle to hear Colt’s call-over of another ship spotted.
Oram: We’re going to hell.
Making her way to Abbey's secured alcohol closest, she looked around for a heavy blunt object before finding a bust of a hand holding a sequence of a straight flush. Breaking off the padlock, she threw both the bust and lock aside and could only stare at awe at the selection before her.
Oram: So, this is where she keeps the good stuff...
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Abbey *standing in doorway*: Colt! You can’t do this! What if there are settlers on that ship or if they are unarmed? Your just going to throw them to the wolves?
Colt: I can and if it’s at all possible I will.
"But there could be children on that ship, Colt," abbey said softly.
"I know that," he said just as soft as he turned his back on her. "But I won't lose another crew to Reavers and I definitely won't lose my own child."
"Colt..." she said as she came up behind him and touched him softly on his arm. "You lost crew to Reavers? When? How? Is that what happened to your last ship?"
"I'm not looking to go down memory lane, abbey. Not now. Not ever," he said firmly and with resolve. "I've made my decision, we're heading for that freighter. If I am lucky, they will be armed."
"But, Colt..."
"Not your call right now, abbey," he said to her, turning around to face her. "And this is all on me. No matter what happens. It won't be your fault, nor any of the others. It is all on me and if we live through this, then I will carry it all."
"Colt..."
"But we will still be alive. And our child will come in a couple of months," he said as he laid his hand on her stomach. "For that, I can live with the repercussions."
"Colt..." she started again as he became engrossed with staring her stomach. "What if it doesn't work? What if they don't take the bait?"
"Then I guess we will be the bait so the rest of you can get away," he said sadly. "But it will double the chances of survival for those of you in the shuttle."
"I don't want to leave you!"
"I know," he said smiling. This woman can infuriate him, but she was loyal to the end. "But you can make sure that my legacy lives on. Please? Will you do that for me?"
A tear slid down abbey's face as she nodded just a little. He reached out and pulled her close, planting a tender kiss on her lips, followed by one that was very passionate. His hands ran through her hair as it seemed to last forever. When they parted, he breathed in deeply, trying to memorize the smell of her perfume.
"Now get out of here," he said as he pushed her gently towards the door. She reluctantly turned then started to run for the shuttle. He turned his back again, not wanting so see her retreat. He put on his game face. "How are we doing, Wash?"
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Colt was relieved that Abbey had joined the others in the shuttle. She had gone reluctantly once he had brought up the pregnancy. He was going to at least get close enough to the freighter to give them a chance to escape in the shuttle. If his plan worked that wouldn’t ever be necessary. The Reavers would chase the larger ship and they could escape. He thought again about risking the lives of the other crew. He didn’t want to do it but he saw no other way. He had to look after his. That Captain will have to do the same.
He looked over at Wash. The game of cat and mouse and now mouse had Wash, not only trying to keep the Book from being caught, but also move closer to the freighter. The fight had been going on for over 30 minutes. Wash had pulled on a pair of ridiculous flight goggles and was chewing on the tail of one of her plastic dinos. Colt checked the screens again, expecting the freighter to shoot away any second. Someone wasn’t paying attention on the freighter or they would have ran already. That wouldn’t last long. They would trip the freighters collision sensors soon. Then he would either have to run for it or launch the shuttle.
*BOOOOM * The Book shook violently. The boards on the starboard console exploded with sparks and a small fire broke out behind a panel.
Wash: We’re hit
Colt: How bad *grabbing an extinguisher and dousing the fire*
Wash: I think they grazed the hull. I’m showing nominal readings on everything except the scrubbers and they are resetting.
Mobbex on the comm: Captain, Wash, ya’ll still with us?
Colt keying the comm.: Yeah how’s the shuttle?
Colt hears Mobbex ask his question: Abbey says green lights cross the board.
Wash: Captain CAPTAIN!
Colt turned to see a horrified look on Wash’s face. As the reaver ship shot past again.
Wash: I’m losing starboard stabilizing thrust. The blast musta took it out.
Colt: What does that mean? Can we fix it?
Wash: We’re humped. Can’t fix it without going outside. They’re going to get us.
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Ezra - Komar Dock - A Private Docking Area
Rune stood at attention as the latest slave ship landed in his area. He expected this shipment to be Badger's, but instead it was that dude who had been stealing Badger's business from him.
He half chuckled as he adjusted the automatic rifle that he was holding.
The slaves looked normal. Scared, cowering, you know, the usual. He shrugged it off and kept scanning the area for potential trouble. There had been some interlopers quite often lately, always mounting some kind of "rescue" mission to free these people. Stupid rutting idea. They never do succeed and all they do is raise the hopes of the slaves, only to drive them deeper into hopelessness as they are sold. Often at a reduced price. Good for those that want to buy, but very bad to those who are selling. And the guys he worked for were sellers and had basically threatened bodily harm to whoever perpetuated this behavior.
So Rune stood at attention, resolving to himself that he wasn't going to be made an example of.
This shipment was a little different. There were a couple of divisions. Most were regular worker types, but there was another smaller sect of about 20 slaves set off to the side and guarded a little more than the rest. Standing on his tippy toes, he noticed that they were all women and they were all naked.
Sex slaves.
It had been a while since he'd seen a large group of those types. He shrugged and went back to looking around. Some movement towards him caught his attention. This was definitely different. Alliance military types. Six in total.
What are they doing on a slave ship?
They could be looking to bust the entire operation. Not wanting to get bound, killed or blamed for the loss of slaves on this shipment, he gripped his gun a little tighter and stepped forward.
To his surprise, they were greeted by none other than Adlei Niska. He was all smiles and very, very courteous.
Strange.
They stayed in tight formation as they came closer, walking right by him. Being that close to Niska made him more than nervous; he knew of the man's reputation. But he was most curious as to what the soldiers were protecting.
Standing on his tippy toes again, he looked and saw a girl. Tall, but gaunt and sporting a nice shiner on her right eye. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was mussed, looking like she hadn't combed it in a week. But the thing that struck him as most odd was that she seemed to display no emotions. She blindly followed the soldiers wherever they went, but showed none of the anxiety that every other slave he'd ever seen. He was intrigued.
And why did it take 6 soldiers to accompany a slave so compliant as well as one who didn't look like she could put up any kind of fight at all? She was obviously malnourished. And where did the bruise come from? Was she less compliant before? Maybe she was drugged into compliancy?
Right before they disappeared through the door that led to the VIP docking area, she turned and looked at him, locking eyes for just a few seconds. But in those few seconds, he could have sworn her heard her speak although her mouth didn't move.
It was just one word he heard.
SPOTS
He shook his head after the door closed behind him and went back about his business.
I need some more gorram sleep.
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Oram: So, this is where she keeps the good stuff...
Mobbex pushed past Oram and used the butt of his gun to forcefully break the lock off abbey's liquor cabinet.
Taking out a bottle of whiskey, he opened the bottle, took a long draw before licking the outside of the bottle from the opening down the neck to chase some wayward spill.
"Wouldn't want to waste any," he said, shrugging. "Seeins' we're probably gonna die."
He held the bottle out to Oram.
"You want some?"
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abbey ran towards her shuttle, thinking the whole way.
Colt didn't plan on living. He was going to do everything he could to make sure she, the baby and anyone else on the shuttle got away.
Even if he died in the process. Eaten by Reavers in his last few moments in this verse.
That meant something to her.
But she didn't want to leave him. She had lost too many people in her life already. Losing someone else, someone who would have been pivotal in her life, it made her heart ache.
When she entered her shuttle, she saw that Oram and Mobbex had broken into her liquor cabinet. She would have been angry under different circumstances, but now, she didn't really care. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of d'Orange, opened the cap and drank straight out of the bottle.
Oram looked at her with a "what the Hell are you doing? You're pregnant!" look.
Tears streamed down abbey's face.
"If I am going to lose him, I need something to take the edge off," she said barely above a whisper. "Anyway, the kid can take a couple of glasses. It ain't like we have a good chance of living through this either."
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Colt: How long?
Wash: This will be over real soon. Five, maybe ten minutes depending on how hard they push.
Colt: Are we close enough to run for the freighter?
Wash checked the screens, looked up at Colt and shook her head: Even at full burn they will get a shot with the grappler. If the keep using the cannon...it will be over much sooner.
Colt: Wash set up for a full burn. *keying the comm* Ok listen up, Sky you and Spots get up to Abbeys shuttle. Wash will be along directly. Soon as your own board swing out and launch on my signal.
Sky on the comm: Not happening Cap-i-tan. Spots feels the same way. We’re sticking it out.
Wash: I came this far might as well see it through. Besides I don’t have time to pack up my dino’s
Mobbex: We’ll be ready to launch on your word Captain *forgetting to key the mike off* Bunch of moon brains want to die let em. We’re going to hitch with that freighter.
Colt: That’s an order get to the shuttle and get in launch position * Colt paused as a crazy idea entered his head* Forget that order everyone stay put. Wash I’m going to need all ten minutes. * Running to the engine room.
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Brit sat in abbey's shuttle watching Oram, Mobbex and abbey's behavior.
"They are hungry," she stated matter of factly. "They want to eat us... among other things."
"We are very aware of what Reavers will do if they board," abbey said flatly as she took another drink of d'Orange. "Reminding us is not helping the situation."
Brit looked closely at abbey.
"You shouldn't drink that," she told her. "It will only make things worse."
abbey snorted and started the pre-flight check.
Brit walked over to the side of the shuttle as the place shook again from a close shot. She put her hand on the wall and cocked her head.
"They are getting closer," she continued as she started to get agitated. "The things that they are thinking about... hunger... sexual perversity... trophy taking... It's repulsive."
Brit shuddered and sat down on the floor.
"I don't want to get ate," she said, unshed tears in her eyes. "I can see what they will do... what we will endure..."
She started to rap her temples with the heels of both hands.
"I don't want to... I don't want to... It's ugly... I don't want to..."
And she melted down, whispering and rocking herself back and forth.
And no one said anything about her reaction. Grim looks set in instead.
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