Fic: Altered Trajectory (cont.)
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jeriendhalSlow Presidents Day at work = More writing time for moi
Rufus awoke to the most stunningly awful headache in his entire life, and given his experience in such matters that was really saying something. He let out a loud groan, far too loud to his ear, and clutched his head. Then a moment later he was shoving himself off the bunk he was lying upon, trying to make his way to the toilet while half-blind from the pain.
A familiar pair of arms wrapped around his chest and steadied him as he vomited up bile and stomach acid into a garbage can, having been oh so careful as to not eat before he’d taken that second trip down to Bolt Hole. As his belly clenched up for a second run he heard Hazel say softly in his ears, “Easy, easy Rufus, I’ve got you.”
“Thank you…. Thank you, dear. I think I’m all right now,” he gasped, rolling back onto the bunk and clutching his stomach. “Goddess that hurts.”
“Yeah, that naked fellow said he shot you point blank in the head with his stunner. I was ready to claw his eyes out! That could have killed you!” He felt her press a cup into one hand and a pair of pills in his other. “Take these.”
“What are they?” he demanded.
“Heavy duty painkillers.”
He swallowed them down without further argument. They worked blessedly fast and in a about five minutes his could open his eyes and not feel like his head was about to pop off from the pressure. Looking about he could see that they were in what looked like a hotel room of the sort you could find at any commercial space station, windowless, with a double bed, a small table and a pair of chairs, a dresser and anonymous landscape paintings in a style you’d find at any higher end facility. This comfy atmosphere was offset somewhat by the fact that he and Hazel were both dressed in bright orange correctional facility coveralls with thin plastic and metal collars locked to their throats. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Where are we and how long was I out?”
“Yes, on a pirate ship, and about forty hours.”
“Forty hours? Ah, I think that explains… a few things.” Like the digging pain in his gut that had nothing to do with his vomiting for one thing. Not now. I can’t worry about that now.. “Tell me what happened after you got grabbed. You said you saw Mac, yes?”
Hazel nodded. “I got yanked up by shirt collar by a creo and got a pistol stuck in my ear. Mac had already been stunned.”
“He’s alive?”
She rolled her eyes. “Alive and unfortunately kicking. He’s asleep in the other room. I’m still trying to figure whether I want to smother him with a pillow or not.”
Rufus chuckled slightly, then immediately regretted it. “Go on.”
“That’s it really. The naked vulpine seemed to be the one in charge. They cuffed me, bundled you and Mac up and drove out to the edge of the city. We got picked up by a stealth shuttle and taken to this ship.” She tapped the collar around her neck. “They stuck this on after giving me a medical exam brought Mac and I back in here. They brought you in about an hour later, I guess to check you out more thoroughly. The naked guy seemed to be pretty pissed at himself for panicking and shooting you like that.”
“I can’t blame him much for panicking,” Rufus said. “You did recognize him, didn’t you?”
“No,” Hazel admitted.
“I supposed you were a bit distracted at the dinner party where you met him. That’s Lord Rolas Softpaw, Lady Melika’s husband.”
“What?! That quiet fellow at your mother’s awful dinner party was the guy with all the muscles and… um… muscles?”
TBC
Rufus awoke to the most stunningly awful headache in his entire life, and given his experience in such matters that was really saying something. He let out a loud groan, far too loud to his ear, and clutched his head. Then a moment later he was shoving himself off the bunk he was lying upon, trying to make his way to the toilet while half-blind from the pain.
A familiar pair of arms wrapped around his chest and steadied him as he vomited up bile and stomach acid into a garbage can, having been oh so careful as to not eat before he’d taken that second trip down to Bolt Hole. As his belly clenched up for a second run he heard Hazel say softly in his ears, “Easy, easy Rufus, I’ve got you.”
“Thank you…. Thank you, dear. I think I’m all right now,” he gasped, rolling back onto the bunk and clutching his stomach. “Goddess that hurts.”
“Yeah, that naked fellow said he shot you point blank in the head with his stunner. I was ready to claw his eyes out! That could have killed you!” He felt her press a cup into one hand and a pair of pills in his other. “Take these.”
“What are they?” he demanded.
“Heavy duty painkillers.”
He swallowed them down without further argument. They worked blessedly fast and in a about five minutes his could open his eyes and not feel like his head was about to pop off from the pressure. Looking about he could see that they were in what looked like a hotel room of the sort you could find at any commercial space station, windowless, with a double bed, a small table and a pair of chairs, a dresser and anonymous landscape paintings in a style you’d find at any higher end facility. This comfy atmosphere was offset somewhat by the fact that he and Hazel were both dressed in bright orange correctional facility coveralls with thin plastic and metal collars locked to their throats. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Where are we and how long was I out?”
“Yes, on a pirate ship, and about forty hours.”
“Forty hours? Ah, I think that explains… a few things.” Like the digging pain in his gut that had nothing to do with his vomiting for one thing. Not now. I can’t worry about that now.. “Tell me what happened after you got grabbed. You said you saw Mac, yes?”
Hazel nodded. “I got yanked up by shirt collar by a creo and got a pistol stuck in my ear. Mac had already been stunned.”
“He’s alive?”
She rolled her eyes. “Alive and unfortunately kicking. He’s asleep in the other room. I’m still trying to figure whether I want to smother him with a pillow or not.”
Rufus chuckled slightly, then immediately regretted it. “Go on.”
“That’s it really. The naked vulpine seemed to be the one in charge. They cuffed me, bundled you and Mac up and drove out to the edge of the city. We got picked up by a stealth shuttle and taken to this ship.” She tapped the collar around her neck. “They stuck this on after giving me a medical exam brought Mac and I back in here. They brought you in about an hour later, I guess to check you out more thoroughly. The naked guy seemed to be pretty pissed at himself for panicking and shooting you like that.”
“I can’t blame him much for panicking,” Rufus said. “You did recognize him, didn’t you?”
“No,” Hazel admitted.
“I supposed you were a bit distracted at the dinner party where you met him. That’s Lord Rolas Softpaw, Lady Melika’s husband.”
“What?! That quiet fellow at your mother’s awful dinner party was the guy with all the muscles and… um… muscles?”
TBC
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Date: 2010-02-16 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-16 08:43 am (UTC)Nice one ... I just hope they go to get along good with Rolas and the Red Vixen / Lady Melika...
I believe together they are fitted better to connect with the Galapados and the Gene Mage...
(...though I doubt Mac will be a help...)
mjkj