WASH's SHUTTLE SIDE TRIP TO GREENLEAF
POSTED BY: TillieSong
UPDATED: Monday, May 12, 2008 11:35
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*Decides to try out newly learned skills and sends a wave to the shuttle*
Girls! The captain and spine are back, and they are ready for some criminal endevours! Hope you are moving along well on your side!
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*A group of Alliance Law Enforcement comes down the road on patrol. They poke through the goods being sold in the stalls, they look in customers' sacks, they ask for IDs, but they don't seem particularly interested; they're just making routine patrols and being routinely annoying. Most of the people in the market ignore their presence; a few stiffen and look nervous as they pass, and some look furtively around for escape routes just in case.*
*Tillie is holding a handful of tea leaves to her nose when the patrol passes by, inhaling the precious fragrance. She smiles at the tea merchant*
This one, xiān sheng; truly a jīn jīn jué pǐn. *The tea merchant bows at the compliment* Please let me have a tin of this one, and two catties of the green. *The merchant weighs the tea and puts it in containers for Tillie* Duō xiè.
*Tillie goes over to the mule and hands the boxes of tea to the tall young man named Kevin* Mule looks to be gettin' full up. Now seems an opportune time to drive back, load all these goods on the shuttle. Anything else we buy we can tote on our shoulders, dǒng ma?
Kevin: You sure you wanna-- *follows her glance to the retreating backs of the policemen* Yep, sounds like a plan. *he talks to the driver and the man who's tying down the cargo net, and they drive off* Okay, that's done, what's next?
Tillie: The pilot's looking for a gift for our captain. I hope she finds somethin' soon so we can start back already. Been tryin' to let her an' CJ have some time together, but I'm gettin' a mite fidgety.
*goes over to Tatertot and CJ* Hey kids, don't mean to interrupt but I'm gettin' sunburned; maybe we could step it up a little?
xiān sheng = sir/mister/teacher/(title of respect)
jīn jīn = delicious
jué pǐn = very rare work of art
duō xiè = many thanks/thanks a lot
dǒng ma = understand?/get it?
"Terse, I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic."
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*tater blushes when tillie calls to her*
Ok Tillie, just need to find Captain Zero something!
*tater is looking over some jewelry, does Zero like jewelry... then she spots a kindof choker necklace with a dark red emerald in the middle. tatertot picked it up and looked at the price that isn't so bad.. she smiled to herself i think zero would look great in this...*
Tillie do you think Zero would like this?
*tillie walks over to her and looks at the necklace*
Tillie: I think she would. Good choose.
*tatertot grins at tillie* Also I got this for you...*she pulls out two matching braclets that had beeds shaped like flowers, the one she hands tillie was yellow and the one she kept for herself was pink.* I got these awhile back when you weren't lookin'.
*tillie takes the braclet and gives tatertot a big smile*
Tillie: Thank you, mei mei! You didn't have to buy me nothin'!
Your welcome. But I wanted to buy it for you in a way of thanking you...for buying me the shirt...but also for always being there for me.
You really feel like my jie jie.
*tillie smiles to tater again and gives her a small hug*
Come on. We should head back.
*tater nods then goes to pay for the necklace. then she walks next to tillie and CJ as they head off out of the market*
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*As they walk back, Tillie plays with the bracelet, twisting and turning it, admiring how it looks on her wrist* This is so pretty. What a thoughtful gift. I got the best, sweetest pilot in the whole 'verse, ain't I CJ?
CJ: Can't argue with you there, Tillie. *he puts his arm around Tatertot's shoulder as they walk down the road. Tate's eyes sparkle as she looks up into his eyes, and she sneaks her arm around his waist*
*Tillie walks a little ahead, so they can have a teeny bit of privacy. She catches up with Kevin* They look sweet together, don't they?
Kevin: Sweet, yeah, but he ain't half so good a guard lookin' all moon-eyed at her.
Tillie: You didn't train him for this, I'll bet.
Kevin: And how am I supposed to do that?
Tillie: Well, it seems to me you can guard and flirt at the same time, you should be able to train him to do it. Even when we put that jacket on you, you were on the job; I saw.
Kevin: Thing is, we're just pretending. Looks more natural us clownin' around, not so much like protection. But him, he ain't flirtin', he means it, and he ain't on full alert.
Tillie: You sure about that? *winks at him*
Kevin: Now you can just stop right there. *pretends to swat her*
Tillie: Me, I can kid around and be alert at the same time. For instance, you notice we got company? On your twelve -- no, one.
"Terse, I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic."
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*Up ahead by the side of the road is a lopsided haycart, with what looks like a broken wheel. A man is crouching down on the far side, presumably to check or fix the problem*
Tillie: Ain't right somehow. Could be what it seems, but somethin' feels off.
Kevin: Best treat it like a trap, then if it is or if it ain't we're ready.
*The group tightens up around the two ladies*
CJ: *squeezes Tatertot just that much closer to him, and murmurs into her hair* Hey Tot, you stick close by me now, y'hear?
Tatertot: Sure thing, CJ. *she hugs his waist a little tighter*
"Terse, I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic."
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***Transmission to Wash's Starboard Shuttle***
Tille, Tot? I want you to start heading home right when you're finished with the repairs. Meaning if you're done now, then leave now. We got to make our way to Beaumonde and I need my pilot to get there. Xie xie.
***End Transmission***
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*As they approach the haycart, Tillie feels more and more anxious. The person who had been behind the cart seems to have disappeared*
Kevin: Ain't no one with any sense gonna try and take us. We got too many men, and too little of value on us, to make us an attractive target. Even if there's bad guys they ain't gonna go for us.
Tillie: Yeah, but something still ain't right.
*They pass the cart, and nothing happens. Kevin turns to look back, and sees a patrol just coming down from the market.*
Kevin: Could be they're after the purple bellies.
Tillie: *turns to look at the approaching patrol* Oh, this ain't good. We run to get out of the way, the feds'll come after us assuming we've done wrong, and run smack into it. We try to warn 'em, we become the enemy and both sides'll go after us.
Kevin: Only thing to do is keep goin' slow, and hope the feds are smart enough to spot trouble.
*The patrol comes up upon the haycart. Several cops go over to inspect, and one starts poking the hay in the cart. Suddenly there's a loud BOOM, and the cop flies back to the other side of the road, while a huge fireball rises into the sky. The concussion knocks most of people on the road down*
CJ: Tot, you okay?
Tatertot: Yeah, what happened?
CJ: Explosion. Knocked us over.
*They pick themselves up and go to the others still on the ground. Gradually everybody gets back on their feet*
Tatertot: Where's Tillie?
Tillie: Here, Mei mei. *She's helping Kevin sit up. They both are covered with small cuts and some deeper gashes*
Tatertot: *horrified* What happened? Jie jie, are you all right? You're bleeding!
Tillie: Jordyn honey, it's okay. We just got cut up a little is all. C'mon, we gotta get ourselves inside.
"Terse, I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic."
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*They finally reach the compound. Cal gets them all into the infirmary. Kevin gives his report as he's being stitched up, then Cal comes over to the table where Tillie's getting her new stitches*
Tillie: How's my pilot doin'?
Cal: She's just fine, not even a bruise. I sent her off to the shuttle to check for messages. Wanted her out of the way while we talk.
Tillie: What's going on?
Cal: There's gonna be trouble, big trouble. Alliance trouble. There's casualties on that road back there, and a lot of questions coming our way. You know there'll be an inquest, and hearings, and lots of waiting for officials to show up. Best you get on your way now. The Wash's fuel cells are already loaded, along with all the cargo. We refueled the shuttle; ain't nothin' keepin' you on this rock but your wounds. From what I can see you ain't hurt bad enough to keep you here, and so I'm kickin' you out.
Tillie: You're a good man, Cal. Proceedings could take a month, and my ship needs her pilot and mechanic. I can't spare the time.
Cal: That's my good girl. *they laugh*
Tatertot: *runs in a little out of breath* Cap'n Zero waved us! She wants us to get back to the Wash right away! We also got a wave from Upperson, the one Spinebite shot? Seems like she was just practising, but the one from Zero was urgent, seems like.
Tillie: That's fine, honey. We gotta follow our captain's orders *winks at Cal* so we better get a move on. I ain't done gettin' sewed on, so why don't you go say g'bye to CJ? Take a couple minutes alone with 'im. *Tatertot leaves* See, that's perfect. I'll leave a copy of the captain's wave with you, so if you have any difficulties you can prove I was ordered to leave by my Commander.
Cal: Thank you for that.
"What the hell's goin' on in the engine room? Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?"
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Tillie: *to the doc* Enough of that. Just butterfly the rest, I got no time for fancy needlework, dong ma? *to Cal* Anything else I can do, make what's coming any easier for you and yours?
Cal: Yeah, I got some -ahem- cargo hanging 'round the shop I'd rather not be here when the purple bellies come poking around. You wouldn't mind --
Tillie: Anything you want gone, stow it on the shuttle. I'll take it off Greenleaf for you, no problem. Just mark it so I keep it separate from the goods for the Wash. Don't want to present the Captain with somethin' ain't hers.
Cal: It's as good as done. Meet you at the shuttle. *he leaves*
Tillie: *gets down somewhat gingerly from the exam table and goes over to Kevin* Thank you for protecting us so well. Think I'm gonna buy you that silk jacket for a present.
Kevin: Don't make me laugh, I'll split my stitches. *he reaches up and grabs the back of her neck, and pulls her face to his* Never dull when you're around. You gotta come back again, and this time stay long enough to cook a meal. *whispers in her ear* Miss the taste of your cookin', bǎo bèi.
Tillie: *whispering back* I made some gyoza special for you. Maya's got 'em at her place, hidden under a frozen chicken. *kisses his cheek* Gotta go. *Kevin grabs her in a hug, and they kiss for a moment* Hey you bèn dàn, you're getting blood all over me! *they laugh* See ya, Kev!
Tatertot: *comes back in, her face flushed and her hair a little messy* Cal says it's time to go; you ready? Hey Kevin, it was nice to meet you.
Kevin: You too, Tot. You take care of my friend there, dǒng ma? *Tatertot nods* See ya, Tillie.
Cal: Okay troops, time to depart. *puts an arm around each one as he walks them to the shuttle*
Very nice to meet you Tot, and we hope you'll grace us with your presence again. Tillie, always a pleasure. Now scoot.
*Tillie and Tatertot board the shuttle, and Tillie takes the helm*
Tillie: Here we go. Nice trip, huh? Always interesting when it ends with a bang.
"Terse, I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic."
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*Tillie looks down, sees blood seeping through some of her bandages*
Better get this wave sent before I pass out. *sends transmission to Captain Zero*
*Tillie engages the autopilot, then goes aft to check on Tatertot. She's snuggled up on the couch fast asleep, with a smile on her face*
Sweet dreams, mei mei.
*Tillie gets out a roll of bandages and dresses her wounds. She hangs up a makeshift hammock of cargo webbing, wraps herself in an old coat, and drifts off to sleep*
See you in the world.
Join Tillie and Tatertot as they return to the Wash for the next thrilling adventure―this time they're off to Beaumonde!
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"Terse, I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic."
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