The Lucky 13 chapter two

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Sun Mar 28, 2010 11:02 pm

“No you weren’t.” Charlie agreed viciously pissed that Tony was now trying to man handle her. He was lucky she didn’t pop him a good one in the balls right then and there, though she was certainly still considering it. “You were going on at a jack rabbit’s pace, over before you know it.” She shot back, more than willing to wound the Latin man’s pride at this point, even if it wasn’t exactly. Then, she found herself on the floor again, this time throw in her room. She was really getting tired of being showed around at this point, and had the Major not just said enough fighting, Charlie had a feeling she’d have jumped Tony from behind and started taking a fist to that pretty face of his.

Instead, she settled for lobbing the closest object at hand with dead on aim at his head, before shutting the door with perhaps more force than necessary. In this case, that object happened to be a boot; she hoped it hit the asshole straight in the face.

“So the lover boy has not been quite satisfying eh?” Anita commented in Spanish with a snort directed Tony’s way from her solitary perch on the couch. “It would perhaps not be wise to provoke your woman, that one has a temper.” She cautioned a bit more seriously. “My shoe if you please?”

Inside her room, Charlie was trying to cool off. She shouldn’t be letting Tony get under her skin, she shouldn’t be letting anything do it. In prison, she’d survived with a balance of neutral indifference towards her fellow inmates and guards, and calculative bursts of furry filled violence when someone couldn’t get the hint to back off. It was a system that had never failed her there, but it wasn’t going to work here. They were supposed to be a team, and with the exception of disobeying the Major’s direct orders, she couldn’t just start beating their faces in when they started shit. Charlie was a blunt and direct person, but she was going to have to learn how to be more diplomatic, or at least learn of more subtle means of payback.

And with that thought in mind, Charlie calmed herself enough to focus on what was really in need of her attention. Her brother Tyson, and true revenge. In comparison, her desire for payback with Tony was little more than a petty spat. Charlie straightened herself up a bit, pulling a brush through her hair and tried to look at least a bit presentable. Most people preferred an at least somewhat neat appearance from the person asking them a favor, and the Major being a military man, she believed it was likely to be doubly so. After about five minutes, she managed to make her disheveled appearance presentable. Charlie walked over to her bed, and picked up the envelope with all her compiled information, evidence, and letter to Tyson.

It was her last bit of shining hope, and she had only one last hurdle to jump before her affairs would effectively be put in order. Her brother would be safe, Nelson would get shut in some hellish prison, and all would be right with the Universe. She could die on this stupid suicide mission with at least some measure of peace, and if she managed to get out alive, well she’d have a brother and possibly even a shop to return home to. She could pick up the pieces of her life so to speak, and maybe even get to see Ty get hitched and have a family. He had always been the kind of guy who you just knew wanted a family, Charlie not so much. She liked kids just fine, she just could never see the whole classic family with a hubby and a whole big brood of her own thing for herself. Yeah, if she got through this, she could be cool Aunt Charlie, show off her war scars and teach Ty’s brood how to fix up old clunker space ships. It was the best she could hope for.

So Charlie exited her room, and headed straight towards the Major’s officer cabin door. She knocked on the door three time, showing the needed courtesy (couldn’t hurt to score a couple brownie points at the moment) with her usually mask of indifference set firmly back in place, all signs of earlier anger undetectable. And so she waited.

klikxx · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **klikxx** on Mon Mar 29, 2010 1:57 pm

Alistair had no choice but to reluctantly endure solitaire once more as per Rogers’ demands but he had found out a few valuable titbits of information during this brief view of the world outside his confinement. The Major seemed to be the one calling the shots here despite being outranked and a visitor aboard this vessel hinting of high ranking connections. More importantly he was at odds with the ship’s Captain and possible much of her crew because of this unusual authority. This would work to his advantage for an old proverb states a man cannot serve two masters. He had witnessed the eroding effects of the circumstances already in the two Armsmen that provided his escort.

Even as the two sailors hauled the giant off to a new cell Alistair did little in the way to aid their walk dragging his heals forcing them to exert far more effort than need be. Despite the persuasive prodding the belligerent flesh-eater was less than compliant in his travels to their demands of haste. Thanks to the red headed Captain, Brianna he was able to indulge in a desire thought to have been lost. The frail offering not only satisfied the cravings for the flesh but also provided a sense of comfort. While he was not feeling one hundred percent he recovered quickly enough despite the inactivity of captivity. Alistair would have liked to test his physical prowess a little more thoroughly yet despite the insults he flung towards the other convicts not a one had taken the bait.

The Major had gathered together a new crew and despite his current situation he would experience life outside these confining walls once more. Still, despite his current circumstances he was in little hurry to find himself flung towards an enemy in a fight he had little regard for the outcome. In his mind there were a few personal scores to be settled before he would even consider the option. It was an individual effort at the moment but a fight that he was not willing to relinquish quietly. He would fight the situation tooth and nail to the bitter end.

With the untimely arrival at the cell the armed escort aggressively increased their efforts now dragging the uncooperative burden by his cuffs behind them. Once beyond the threshold of the tiny cells entrance the brutality increased against the unruly convict. The two burly sailors provided a sharp yank upon the restraints behind Alistair’s back lifting the large man just enough to plunk his ass in the metal chair attached to the floor. The chains rattled once again as the metal cuffs were attached to a lag in the floor. The adjoining chains were brought taut putting an uncomfortable strain in Alistair’s shoulders as he attempted to sit up straight.

A worn leather muzzle was thrown over Alistair’s shaved head by a third man that had entered the room. The guard’s trembling hands fumbled with the small metallic buckles as he fed leather straps though the openings. A quick tug on the ends of the two straps tightened the brace around the cannibal’s jaw locking it closed. A final effort wrenched back his head as the leather hood was attached to the back of the chair that supported him adding to his discomfort. Tonight’s stay was not to be a pleasant experience. As the guards left the bright lights continued the assault burning into his eyes as the angle of his head forced him to stare into their radiance. Sliding his butt forward slightly to ease the burden on the muscles in his neck and shoulders he closed his eyes.

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“WAIT a minute, all of you!” Brianna’s voice rose above the rest after taking in the situation. “It has become abundantly clear that the Major here has little control over his men. This is still my ship and despite the Major’s wishes, Darkside or not, I am not willing to jeopardize the safety of my crew or this vessel to this nonsense.”

"You are correct" said Rogers, turning around, "I was not in control of my convicts; I had placed them in the care of your sailors. I see that was a mistake. Can't trust squids to do the job properly it seems. I will have to escort them back to the hold, watch over them and administer the punishment myself. I doubt your men could do those simple tasks. Now Captain Meade, I would concern yourself with making a speedy voyage to We're Here and I hope we won’t be meeting again like this."

Captain Mead managed to keep a cold uncaring look upon he face as the Major berated her authority and her crew. Inside however she had reached he boiling point and had enough of being pushed around by the smug army bastard. She clamped down upon her tongue digging her teeth deep into the blood engorged the muscle as she fought to keep control of her emotions. The action itself caused her mind to wander to another place momentarily as a warm rush flooded her senses. The pleasure was short lived as the shrill tart tone of the prostitute’s voice broke the tranquillity.

“Freckles.” Inali turned to the red head. “Next time you see Alistair, tell him that anything that there is to be talked about between us should stay between us.”.

She wasn’t sure if the words themselves were sincere or if the pint-sized bombshell was rubbing it in her face that she would not be seeing Alistair any time soon if she had any say in the matter. After all the curvaceous beauty seemed to have the Major under her thumb and could manipulate the situation any way see deemed fit. It was bad enough to be manipulated by the Major himself but to fall victim to his bed mate was flat out disrespectful. If the girl had in fact expected Brianna to pass along a message it would be a cold day in hell before it reached his ears though her lips.

Brianna stewed over the situation long after Rogers had parted with his entourage of misfits. He caudles them, the punishments he recommended were but mere slaps on the wrists for their actions. Retribution was in order for the humiliation they heaped upon her crew. There were a few good men that she could trust to stand by her side regardless of the morality or consequences of the situation. She would allow them to exact a measure of justice themselves. She couldn’t risk a full scale insurrection against the Major, her numbers were too few and even if successful would bring question to her ability to command. The demise of the man in charge would have to be more subtle, the result of a tragic accident.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:03 pm

Rogers lounged in a somewhat cramped chair, his tie, jacket and shoes removed, to be forgotten in a corner or laying on one of the bunks. He'd get them cleaning up later on, not that he'd have to wearing a service uniform anytime in the foreseeable or ever again if this mission went bad (and by the way his luck had been holding.....they were doomed). However, he might want to do it sooner then later, as Army green was much better then Navy blue rags.

A cigarillo was clamped between his lips, one end smoldering red, as thick smoke flowed into the Major's airway. The unpleasant burning sensation of the patch on the back of his next was nothing more then a memory now, as the chemicals in Carlia flowed through his system. His muscles relaxed, as the pain receptors in his nerves were shut down. The pounding in his skull faded away, as the day's stress left his mind. The surround universe slowly collapsed inward, until the ship, the troop hold and even the convicts disappeared. He was alone and slowly his mind began to rebuild home around him.

This time, he was seated upon a fallen tree trunk. All around him, the lush, deep and healthy green of the living jungle glowed in the strong sunlight. Before his closed eyes was a deep, perfectly circular pool of turquoise water. The ruckus of children laughing mingled with the sound of splashing and the softer chuckles of proud parents watching their broods at play. It was a living memory of a family gathering a few years ago, while he had been on leave. His mother had brought the whole family together and they had gone swimming at Jack's Puddle (which was what the first documented explorer called it). The cries of his nieces and nephews, begging for shoulder rides were just starting to come in clearly, when something wholly alien to the memory happened, the sound of knocking on a metal door.

Robert opened his eyes and sighed. The living green quickly changed to gun metal gray, the warm golden sunlight turned to pale artificial light-fixtures and the openness of the pool turned to a cramp cabin. Pulling the cigarillo from his mouth, the bronze-skinned soldier let out a great breath of thick smoke, watching as it floated in the air. Running a hand through his salt and pepper hair, he stood up and walked over to the door, touching the locking mechanism. There was a hiss and the door slide open, reviling Charlotte standing there.

"Is there something I can do for you?"

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Tue Mar 30, 2010 10:51 pm

Charlie was relieved to see the Major was fairly quick at answer the door. This hinted that she’d not woken him from a nap or something important, which would not have been a good way at all to start this impromptu meeting should the case prove towards the contrary. She didn’t let it show too readily on her face though. Humility was one thing to butter up the person you’re asking a favor of, dependence was another all together. She’d rather the Major didn’t know just have much she needed this envelope mailed, or just to what lengths to which she’d go to get mailed. At this point, Charlie honestly didn’t know, and had little desire to know just where she was willing to draw the line. The thought that made her worry was if there even was a line where this was concerned.

"Is there something I can do for you?" Charlie’s nose wrinkled a bit at the smell that rolled off the Major’s breath, but didn’t comment on it. It was some kind of smoke, not tobacco though; she’d gotten pretty used to the smell after hanging around Inali long enough. Marijuana then maybe, though it smelled stronger and more exotic than anything she’d ever heard of. Though the idea just seemed odd, and the very thought of the major cooped up in his room getting high smoke a bong seemed absurd. The Major had always just come off more straight laced than that. She didn’t much care for the idea of the Major not being like that, she knew how to deal with honest straight forward people, hell she’d been pretty damn straight laced herself until less than a year ago.

“Yes actually. I need to talk to you about something…in private if at all possible.” Charlie replied nonchalantly, though her eyes betrayed a bit of seriousness on the subject. “I doesn’t really matter where, but seeing how we’re right here and all…” Charlie trailed off indicating his cabin. She didn’t really care where she made her request, as long as it got made.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Wed Mar 31, 2010 1:41 pm

One of Rogers eyebrows arched towards his hairline, as a somewhat grumpy look settled over his features. Whatever her problem was, couldn't it wait another six minutes, until his cigarillo was finished? Maybe is she had arrived earlier, before he had started his smoke, he could have closed the door in her face (or maybe not, she was one of the loyal ones, Charlotte would have gotten something along the lines of "come back later") but the powerful drug had mellowed the dark eyed officer somewhat.

"Alright" muttered the Major, standing aside so she could come in, "Come in."

After his guest passed through the threshold, the Army officer tapped the control panel and the door hissed shut again. Before any more words could be exchanged, he walked back over to the chair and picked the smoking cigarillo up from the ashtray. He had never made any secret of his habit (or that he was part of medical testing) but he hadn't been shoving it in people's face's either. He and Inali had shared a few smokes over the past month but hopefully she'd had kept it to herself. About half a second after he had placed the small cigar between his lips again, his fingers found the atmosphere controls, turning the fans on higher. While Robert enjoyed the sitting in the middle of a heavy cloud of drug laced smoke, he had no want to make Charlotte sit around and sober up, because she had gotten high off the second-hand smoke. No that wouldn't do at all, so it all had to go to waste in an air scrubber.

"So whats this all about?"

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Wed Mar 31, 2010 3:19 pm

Charlie didn’t hesitate about entering when the Major allowed her in. The smoke she’d smelt earlier was only more prominent inside the room, and she experienced a momentarily light headedness and her senses seemed a bit foggy. Luckily, as Charlie wasn’t much fond of the idea of getting addicted to some exotic drug that she didn’t even know the name of (She didn’t even know if that was possible from second hand smoke, but she didn’t want to test that out either.), the Major turned the fans up and the feeling passed quickly enough. Charlie had been on the verge of starting the conversation herself, when the Major, not surprisingly, took the initiative.

"So what’s this all about?" The Major asked her. Well now wasn’t that the question. She was glad they were at least going to get to the pint without having to mince words, that wasn’t exactly her forte, as anyone who knew her could attest.

“I need you help with something…of a more personal matter.” Charlie said, choosing her words carefully, as she held up the envelope. “I need to mail this to my brother, and make sure he’s the one who actually gets it. Seeing how the guy who put me in prison pretty much owns our planet, without military assistance, that’s not likely.” She explained briefly.

“I need you to mail it for me under your name, or it will be doing much more bad than good. I’m dense enough to think you won’t look at it before you agree to mail it, so let’s get this out of the way while I’m here to explain and save us some time.” Charlie said tossing him the envelope. “I’ll ask you to just skim the letter to Tyson, as that part is personal and will probably be of little interest to you.” Charlie added a tad bit more gruffly. That letter held a lot of emotion, and almost the essence of the person she’d once been inside. It had been solely for Ty’s benefit she’d attempted to sound like her old self, laid back and wisecracking with a hint of sarcasm, that Charlie felt like a lifetime away. She didn’t want Ty to worry about her, and if she lived through this, well then he’d see the change in her soon enough. For now though, she wasn’t comfortable with other people reading that letter. It was supposed to be for Ty only.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Wed Mar 31, 2010 5:52 pm

If Rogers eyebrow could have arched any higher, it would have gotten stuck in his hair. A letter, she was bothering him over a letter of all things and she need him to get it passed a planetary government? The she wanted him to skim over the thing? Not a chance, this was either going to be filled with interesting details or filled with scandal, either way, he hada duty to make sure there wasn't any information leaked to civies about this mission or who was partaking in it. Careful not to rip the envelope, he opened the letter and began to read, slowly and carefully. Well he had been right about the scandal part, this Richard Nelson was in big trouble, should everything he was reading about the truth but the mission had been mentioned. There were no names (other then Charlotte's own) and no details but all the same, the mission had been mentioned.

For several seconds, the Major chewed on the cigarillo, glancing between the convict and the letter, before reaching towards the desk. His fingers grasped a pen that was more of a maker. With a few quick swipes, all traces of of the mission were wiped out under thick black lines. Placing the pen back and pulling the cigarillo from his moth, the officer read the letter again, slowly blowing out rings of smoke. With a sissified nod, the little cigar was placed back between his lips and the letter was placed back into the envelope.

"What are you going to do" he asked suddenly, "When you get out with your pardon?"

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:35 pm

Charlie watched the Major silently as he took a pen to her paper, inking out anything he felt shouldn’t be mentioned to Ty. Charlie had been fairly carful in that letter not to give any specifics, having mentioned the mission only twice, and even then it had been vague, saying only that she was on a mission for the government that was going to get her pardoned, and that it was going to be extremely dangerous. She’d made light of it of course in the letter, lying through her teeth and assuring she wasn’t worried in the least. She might have even bragged she’d be back in time to see Nelson’s trial. She should be so lucky.

"What are you going to do" he asked suddenly, "When you get out with your pardon?"

Charlie was quiet a moment, wondering why he would even care. By then, assuming any of them made it through this thing alive, she wouldn’t be his problem anymore. “If all goes according to plan, nothing illegal.” Charlie replied slowly. “If it doesn’t” Charlie shrugged with an almost wary look. “I’ll probably wind up back in prison, deserved this time, for second degree murder. I’ll do it just to keep Ty from doing it. He’s just a kid, he’s got a future, I won’t let Nelson murder him, and I won’t let Ty throw his life away trying to get revenge for our family that I should have ended after Nelson bought the trial. I couldn’t stomach killing back then.” If she was honest, it still held no appeal to her, but she’d do what she had to to keep Tyson safe.

“Good thing this is a pretty damn good plan huh?” Charlie offered with a tired smile.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Wed Mar 31, 2010 11:05 pm

"Well it should set off some fires" said Rogers.

"revenge for her family" mused the Major, "Thats what this is all about." Well he couldn't blame her, he'd be willing to do pretty much anything to protect his sisters or his nieces and nephews. The again, as an officer and there for a member of the stratocracy that was the Federation of Man, he had a little more pull then the average citizen. With all his years in the Army and the rank he had gain, he could have requested transfer and ended up as a Mayor or a judge in a member world or if he played his cards just right, a lieutenant governor on the frontier. Course even a Planetary Governor might have a problem in toppling the ruler of a corporate own planet (which are not chartered members of the Federation but who pay heavy taxes for the government to take care of their criminals) but it was possible.

"Well good luck to you Charlotte" said Robert, getting up and placing the letter on his desk, "We're all going to need it, before long. I'll have this sent on a drone in the morning, after the punishment detail. The good captain should be off my back then and shouldn't interfere with my ability to send messages out. Oh and speaking of that, I want you to have Tony and whoever is in control of the big guy ready and outside my cabin at seven hundred hours tomorrow morning. Do you think you can have them up on time?"

Inerio · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Inerio** on Thu Apr 01, 2010 5:34 am

There was something satisfying about seeing the Major's smile last more than a second. It made Inali feel. . . No. Feel wasn't the right word for it. The Major didn't make Inali feel anything. Well, no, that would be a lie. He didn't make her feel things, but nothing inside. . . No, that would be wrong too. She did feel things inside too. . . He didn't make her feel things on an emotional level, certainly not. It was, a. . . a. . . accomplishment? Yes. Accomplishment. Not many people could do it, and she could, that made her better than them.

In the midst of trying to think herself out of feelings, Inali caught Tony giving her a look. She knew that look. It was a 'what the the hell were you thinking' look. If it were on someone else it might have even been a 'I can't believe you slept with him' look. Either way, Inali didn't like it. Especially when it was coming from her assumed older brother. Hesitantly Inali gave up on the idea of maybe having a smoke(and probably something else) with the Major to talk her to her old friend.

“What's with that look?” She began, scurrying over to him. “I know that look. I've seen that look.” She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “Why are you giving me that look?” The words sounded neurotic as they came out of her mouth. Though, she couldn't quite help that. She was in a neurotic mood. This went double when her mind would absently shift back to thoughts of Alistair.

Inali worried that she'd have some sort of horrid panic attack if she kept thinking about it. Nothing good was about to happen, she could tell. Like a domino effect things were only about to get worse. If Alistair was back around, and worse, angry with her, then shit was going to hit the fan. It was all just a matter of when. If he didn't try to kill her Inali was afraid that the anticipation might.

Squall Reyes · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Squall Reyes** on Thu Apr 01, 2010 12:33 pm

Tony hadn’t even bothered to listen to Charlie as she spouted off something’s about their previous fun. He knew women enough to not listen to them when they were angry, hell most of the time he didn’t listen to them period. Tony was turning back to the main room when out of the corner of his eyes he caught the sight of something coming at him. It was simply instinct that caused him to duck, though the object did catch the top of his head with enough force to make him rub the blow with his palm. “Ow.”

“So the lover boy has not been quite satisfying eh? It would perhaps not be wise to provoke your woman, that one has a temper. My shoe if you please?”

Tony turned to the woman on the couch. Her glared slightly, him and her had not gotten off to a bad start and while Tony knew he was more to blame than her he was in no mood for apologies. Nor was he in any sort of mood to making things worse, and so with a simple flick of the wrist Tony tossed the boot at the lone woman. “Por el contrario. Tal vez fue tan satisfactoria que ella está enojada porque se le negó una segunda vuelta? Además no todas las mujeres tienen este tipo de temperamento. Pero tal vez su derecha, su rabia es mucho más profundo que la mayoría.” Translation: On the contrary. Perhaps I was so satisfying that she's angry because she was denied a round two? Besides don't all women have this sort of temper. But perhaps your right, her rage is much deeper than most.

“What's with that look? I know that look. I've seen that look.” She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “Why are you giving me that look?”

Tony was rather surprised by how flustered the little one had sounded with all her words. He watched the little form place her hands on her hips and couldn't help but smile. She could be quite intimidated for a little fire crack, if he had not seen her as a little sister perhaps he would have been more worried. Tony countered her stance by crossing his arms across his chest. His mind however was trying to figure out just what was going through her mind. Perhaps it was seeing her old lover in chains? No. HELL no, he knew her enough to know she was not so sentimental. Then a light bulb flashed in his mind and he took a look at the Majors door as it closed with Charlie on the other side.

So many question to ask, Tony thought to himself. But he began with a simple one, and one he had first wanted to ask her. “Well that first look you saw was me wondering ‘what the fuck my little Manita was thinking getting involved with a engendro (monstrosity) like this Alistar?’ I mean I knew you were quite different in the sack. Lord knows I heard stories but that is taking it a bit too far don’t you think? But now I’m thinking that we both need to have a little chat about just what has happened since we last saw each other."

klikxx · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **klikxx** on Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:09 pm

Can't try squids to do the job properly it would seem. I will have to escort them back to the hold, watch over them and administer the punishment myself. I doubt your men could do those simple tasks.” Captain Meade mocked tilting her head to one side and then the other reciting the army grunt’s speech to her quests. The disgusted sneer scrolled across her face wrinkling her nose.

“And his band of misfits all scurried out after him out like chastised little puppies, heads hung, tails between their legs….

“They piss all over the floor and it is the Navy who gets their noses rubbed in it!”

Brianna paused in her discussion as she grabbed the neck of the mostly empty bottle. Swiftly she poured another round of dark amber liquid into the line of four thick stubby glasses in front of her. Serving the role as dispenser of the liquid finery she then tilted her head back and raised the bottle to her lips. A healthy pull finished off the remaining contents she once again revved up and began voicing her displeasure..

“Twenty Lashes, HUH!” Brianna commented indignantly as she slammed the empty rolli glass onto the table top.
“Half rations?” She added in an equally sour tone to the three men positioned around the dimly lit table with her. “A few of them could afford to loose a few extra pounds if you ask me whining and dining on the militaries tab.”
“If he only had the balls to enforce his commands we wouldn’t be here questioning his decision making.”

Knock, knock, knock…

The tapping was barely audible over the roars of enthusiastic grunts of approval coming from the others gathered with her as they raised their glasses to her insightful documentary on the Major’s disciplinary measures. After a clumsy clanking of the alcohol filled vessels a hearty swig consummated the agreement with the proposal offered. The red-headed officer’s rant was cut short by a continuation of the sheepish tap upon the cabin door as the unruly laughter subsided.

Knock, knock, knock…

“Enter!”

The door to the spacious quarters open briefly, allowing the two sailors to skirt quickly through the opening into the dimly lit smoke filled room. In eerie synchronization both men snapped a salute to the officers present stamping their feet and clicking their heels sharply together. Their presentation was neat and spotless as they stood motionless awaiting the Captain’s response. It was not a position the sailor’s envied as a late night to visit their Captain’s quarters only meant trouble.

“At ease,” She remarked with a slight smirk as she looked at the swollen faces ending the awkward silence. The convicts had done a good number flattening the men's noses. The heavy purplish-black bruising had already began to set in about the eye sockets. “Do you know why you were summoned here?” Brianna queried as the battered Armsmen struggled to loosen their thick tongues. “You fell short in your duties today sailors. Look at you, beaten at the hands of civilian scum. A disgrace to that uniform you so proudly display. You know the punishment for failure aboard this vessel.”

The men knew the stories well. Disciplinary measures were handled by what the Captain liked to refer to as the Family. There was always someone on the Queen Bitch’s shit list that was willing to carryout her orders for a chance at clean slate. Accidents, as they would appear in the official reports if such reports even existed.

“Here’s the deal boys. I want the scum the Major surrounds himself with dealt with off this ship. I don’t care how you do it or who you pull along with you just get it done quickly and quietly. Pull this off and I may overlook today’s indiscretions.

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Sat Apr 03, 2010 9:04 pm

“That’s the point. Nelson might have a lot of friends in the army, but I doubt that’ll last long when they figure out he’s been ripping them off.” Charlie replied easily. Hell, she didn’t care how many fires it started. Nelson was going to go to jail by a pissed off government, and someone was going to get promoted for “discovering” it. She didn’t even care if the Major sent a copy to his superior and took credit for it (not that she could honestly say she saw him doing that), as long as the letter made it’s way to Tyson. That might even make things easier on Ty. She wished she could do so much more for her brother, but this was the best she could do.

“Roger that boss.” Charlie answered the Major’s request with a rather impish grin at her pun. He was agreeing to what she’ asked, hadn’t even demanded payment in return, and she felt elated. The last hurdle jumped without a hitch, and only the triumphant euphoria remained. Nelson was going to pay, she’d just insured that, and it felt like all the turmoil that hard weighed her down was starting to lift, and a semblance of the old Charlie, the funny, witty, wisecracking for the sake of wise cracking Charlie, was beginning to shine through once more.

“No worries, I’ll make sure they’re up and ready to go.” Charlie assured. “And…thanks, you don’t know what this means to me.” Charlie said gratefully with a slight smile. “Anything else you need me to do other than make sure those two geniuses don’t sleep in?”

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Wed Apr 07, 2010 1:55 pm

"No" said Rogers, standing up, the smoldering cigarillo waggling in the corner of his mouth, as he spoke, "Just getting those two ready will do."

Judging the meeting to be over, the Major showed Charlotte from his cramped cabin and returned to the chair. He still had several minutes worth of little cigar to burn through and closed his eyes, enjoying the thick smoke. The rest of the day aboard ship went pretty much without incident or at least nothing that caught his attention. The only bump was dinner. When nothing was delivered to the hold by twenty hundred hours, he went down to the galley himself, to see what was going on. According to the steward, orders had been sent down, that they were now to make up a cart with the meals for the convicts (and the Army Officer) but they were no longer responsible for delivering it. Someone from the squad would have to pick it up, every meal. It was plain that this was just a little petty revenge from Captain Meade but not really wanting another pissing contest just yet, he let it slide and seeing as he was already there, wheeled the cart back to the hold, so his troops could eat.

The next morning, with fifteen minutes to go before Robert's three inmate were suppose to be ready, he was up, dressed in his only Army utilities and pacing slightly in his cabin. Somehow, when he woke up about an hour before, that little minx Inali had gotten him to allow her to see Alistair and then all but ran out of the cabin (somehow managing to get dressed during the trip from bunk to door). He would have liked to say it was because he had been drinking last night but all his gutrot had been destroyed along with the Triumph and he sure as hell hadn't been able to get anything he would have considered drinkable aboard the Victory. Nor was it his drug of choice, as the patch he was testing (for long term effects, it was already proven to counter act the psychoactive chemical compounds in Carlia for the short term) would have prevented that. Maybe he had just been sleepy but that just seemed convenient cover for what had really happened in the decision making center of his brain. Could it bee, she was having an effect on him?

Rogers gave his head a little shake and stood still. Now wasn't the time to think about that, he had concentrate on the upcoming flogging he was going to administer. His dark blue eyes darted over to the small desk, where four of the medical patches he used for smoking were laying out in the open. Sitting on top of three of them, were cigarillos from his personal stash. Just because he was required by regulations to punish his charges, it didn't mean he couldn't make it easy for them. Twenty lashes was the lightest sentence he could pass but the rules didn't say they had to feel it. One pain killing smoke for each of the convicts, a flogging they wouldn't feel and this would all be water under the bridge.

Not wanting to wait much longer, he stepped over to the door, rapped the control panel with his knuckles and listened as the door hissed open.

ElRey · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ElRey** on Wed Apr 07, 2010 5:50 pm

Cartier had been one of the first ones awake, having gone into the room and passed out shortly after their little escapade to the cannibals quarantine. It had been nice to actually have a bed for a change, the large black man had slept like a baby. Dreaming was one of the few places where his other half never showed up, it was like a vacation away from a family member whose company you only enjoyed on very rare occasions. However that didn't stop his eyes from springing awake in what he assumed would have been early morning planetside.

He had wandered out into the common room, to the small kitchen area they were provided and picked through the leftovers he had missed out on from the night before. Nothing too exciting, but it was certainly a step up from bread and pills. Pills! My god, it had been nearly 24 hours since his last dosage.

~ You don't need them! Look how good I'm being.
I'm taking to the major as soon as he get up.
~ I think he's already gotten it up judging by the soft passionate noises coming from his cabin.

Valentine was right, the sounds were distant and muffled, but in the silence of the room one could hear telltale moans and grunts coming from the Major's room. The split man distracted himself by taking another long shower, paying special attention to his hands, as the dried blood from the guards last night had yet to be washed away. Muddy brown swirled down the drain.
As he exited the bathroom, Inali sprung from Robert's room and fluttered out the door. It was only a scant few more minutes before a military garbed Major stepped out of his cabin, looking straight laced and dapper for the punishment Cartier had all but forgotten about.

The dark convicts gaze met the Major's "Morning chief. Lovely weather we're having."

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Wed Apr 07, 2010 7:40 pm

Charlie left quickly after the dismissal, in such a good mood she didn’t pick a fight with Tony, and had been fairly reclusive for the remainder of the evening. It had been uneventful for the most part, and other than to retrieve her shoes from the shower area, she didn’t leave her room for the rest of the night. The next morning, Charlie didn’t get up too long after Cartier, though missed the fellow convict as he headed towards the shower. Heading towards the kitchen area, she got to work on a pot of coffee, and after adding a bit of creamer and sugar supplement she relished in her small morning comfort. Ah coffee, she sighed inwardly, remembering those first few months of withdraw headaches she’d had in Jukau Gama. With beloved caffeine humming through her system she could look back on it though almost rose tinted glasses, but she’d have to be more careful this time around when she’d inevitably be cut off again, and kept to a strict one cup a day limit. Coffee had been something of a necessity in her old life, and it was fair to say she’d been fairly addicted to caffeine, but here not some much. She’d have to be careful to not pick up any old habits that would bite her in the butt later.

As the time for the punishment dealing grew closer, Charlie figure it was time to get the other two convicts up. As she headed to the door to Tony’s room, Charlie was pleasantly surprised to see Cartier already up. Good, one less convict who was bigger than her she was going to have to wake up. She didn’t exactly perceive anyone on this mission as morning people, so making a couple of convicts who were bigger and went to jail on much more serious charges cranky, didn’t strike her as particularly smart. Oh well, couldn’t be helped.

As blunt as ever, Charlie didn’t beat around the bush in waking Tony up. Flinging the door open and flipping on the lights, Charlie leaned against the door frame with an unselfconscious lazy grin, and knocked on the door frame almost as an after thought.

“Come on sleeping train wreck, time to get up. You, me, and two face out there got a date with the Major, and I’d hate to keep him waiting. Bad form on the first date and all.” Charlie drawled with a bit of humour, feeling almost chipper this morning.

Squall Reyes · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Squall Reyes** on Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:31 pm

Tony sat with Inali, their conversation enlightening and most important informative. Both on the Major and more importantly Alistair. He was a but saddened by the news of the old man's death, lots of fond memories he shared with him and Inali. It has been a pleasant enough conversations even at the first awkward and rather tension filled moments while he questioned her about her involvement with Alistair. He braced himself slightly as Charlie had walked by, she had seemed to be in a better mood. She had lost the look of a cat being dunked in water, and was replaced with a small smile. And he didn't trust it for a minute for all he knew she was just waiting to get behind him.

Much to his surprise she had passed without incidence. The rest of the day passed with little incident, and him and Inali were allowed more time to catch up. That is until she skipped over to the Major's door. Tony couldn't help but give a chuckle as the door closed behind her. The girl was good at what she did, there was no denying that. Tony kept to his own place for the rest of the time.

“Come on sleeping train wreck, time to get up. You, me, and two face out there got a date with the Major, and I’d hate to keep him waiting. Bad form on the first date and all.”

Tony sighed as she looked over at the door, and slowly say up on his bed. His eyes scanned the room for a shirt which he slipped on, "Date huh?" He was a bit tired but his mind and body were sharply awake. "That's what you call being flogged? Hm. I didn't know you were kinky like that, but who am I to judge." He chuckled to himself as he got up from the bed looking at the smaller woman in front of him. He had not bothered to say excuse me but simply was going to stand there until she moved. Tony was not too worried about the flogging, a man who was in prison for life was not afraid to commit the kind of "crime" in prison that would get stripes on your back. Tony of course was one of those men and his back was marked with several scars from previous infractions.

Kohananinja · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kohananinja** on Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:04 pm

“Well date might be poor word choice on my part.” Charlie conceded with mock thoughtfulness. “But I find people are much less willing to get up quickly when you say, ‘hey bozo, get up so the boss can smack you around with a whip!’ Hope you’re not too disappointed.” She said continuing with the humorous air before becoming somewhat serious again.

“Made a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Help yourself if you want any, otherwise make sure your ass gets to the Major’s door on time. Pissing the boss off twice within a twelve hour period isn’t particularly wise when he controls how many weapons you get in a hostile alien environment. ” Charlie drawled before moving out of the doorway. “Plus then I’d have to kick your ass myself for making me a liar.” Charlie added as an after thought before walking towards the Major’s cabin door.

Squall Reyes · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Squall Reyes** on Wed Apr 07, 2010 10:07 pm

“But I find people are much less willing to get up quickly when you say, ‘hey bozo, get up so the boss can smack you around with a whip!’ Hope you’re not too disappointed.”

"Oh I don't know I for one appreciate a little honesty." Tony said back with the same tone of humor. She seemed to be in a much better mood. He recalled that she has some time alone with the Major, she had without a doubt gotten something from that visit. Or perhaps she was just happy to had survived yesterday with only a few stripes. He recalled never seeing any marks on her back when he had a good enough view to notice. Though to be fair he wasn't really looking.

“Made a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Help yourself if you want any, otherwise make sure your ass gets to the Major’s door on time. Pissing the boss off twice within a twelve hour period isn’t particularly wise when he controls how many weapons you get in a hostile alien environment. ”

Tony waved off the offer of coffee. He was never much of a coffee drinker, the prospect of coming stripes was enough to clear his mind. He couldn't help but smirk at her comment about weapons. "But my dear I have a weapon he cannot strip of me." He said with a confident smile tapping his head. "I can't tell you how many time this saved me, over any kind of weapon."

“Plus then I’d have to kick your ass myself for making me a liar.”

Tony smiled at the comment, not because he was sure he could beat the young woman. No in fact he wouldn't had put it passed her to be able to take down himself, even Cartier/Valentine. My lord perhaps even Alistair himself, after what Inali told him his mind quickly came to the conclusion that there was something special about the women who survived that complete cluster fuck. Tony had this all on his mind as he walked to the door behind Charlie.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:59 am

Rogers eyebrow twitched slightly as he locked eyes with the (second) large convict his bedpartner had convinced him to bring along. The dark man seemed chipper enough, for a inmate about to earn more strips or had he simply forgotten about what was going to happen in about an hour? With two personalities squished into one's skull, it might be easy to lose tract of facts and details (or would it be twice as hard?) or was it that this personality was just going to switch out during the flogging and feel none of the pain? A man could go mad pondering all the possibilities this felon offered with a simple good morning.

"Indeed" said the Major, as he waved the big man in and waited for the other two. It didn't take them long, Charlotte appeared with her boytoy in tow and were both ushered inside. For a second time that morning, the door hissed closed and locked itself, just as he had set it to, over a month ago. While the Officer trusted Inali and the spunky younger woman (who was numbered with the troublemakers now), there had been Doctor Frankenstein to consider, even if she had been laying low and out of sight. Hell, he hadn't seen her in days, if not weeks and didn't mind at all, something about a woman that cut up children while trying to find the secrets of life, bothered him almost as much as Alisitair's continued existence.

"So" started Robert, turning to look at his guests, "I bet your all wondering why I required you in here, an hour before your punishment? I don't think you've earned a flogging for coming to help but I have to give you one, so I'm going to do you all a favor. While I can't get you pain meds from medical without the Captain knowing about it, I have the next best thing; pure, high quality Carlia. On my desk, you'll find a bandage-like patch and a cigarillo. Slap a patch somewhere on your leg, so the Captain's spies wont see it and I'll light you up myself. The patch will keep you from getting high but will not affect the drug's pain relieving abilities. Don't worry, they're safe. I've been using the patches for years, as part of a long term research study."

With his little speech done, Rogers stepped over to the desk and picked up the forth patch (the one without a small cigar). After peeling the waxed paper off the back, he placed the skin colored square on the back of his neck, suppressing a shutter from the painful burning sensation it gave and pulled out his lighter. With a casual flick from his right thumb, a small, bright blue flame appeared.

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