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by Irish Wolf on Sat Feb 20, 2010 4:11 pm
Rogers started to chuckle as he poured himself another drink. She was right of course. Inali had somehow managed to get inside his cabin without the others knowing where she was. He had provided the booze and was in a start of semi-dress (not that he was undressed, not while still wearing his pants, undershirt, the button up shirt hanging off him but he was in a start that he would never allow the inmates to see him in). Hell, now all they needed was a different soundtrack and this might be the plot for some porno. Damn it all, he had seen a few that a plot (if you want to all the loose writing in a porn a plot), like this a few times.
"He is a companion" the Major said, after his second glass, "Even if your the one that shot him, you want him to be around, as a comfort. I knew a private, back home, who hated his sergeant with a passion. One time, we got sent out to chase down some Feral bandits. This pair got separated from the rest of the platoon and spent nearly a week in the jungle alone. When we found them, the private was holding the sergeant and crying that he was sorry. From what we got out of them, the sergeant had gone off in the night to take a piss and while he was gone, the kid woke up, hear the noise and started shooting. It was the shooting that brought us to them."
"Anyways" he continued, looking farway, through the bulkhead, "The medic we had with us, was able to stabilize the sergeant and get him back to the base. The kid was depressed and moody until he was released from the hospital. Ran up and hugged the sergeant when he returned to the barracks. The next day, he was plotting to kill the sergeant for making him run extra laps. People work in funny ways to get things back to normal. Would you say that normal for you, was having Alistair around as a constant, reality holding thing?"
In an almost child like manner Inali's attention locked into the Major as he told his story. The stories of others always intrigued Inali. People were so interesting when they wanted to be. Well, a good deal of them. Normal people had a tendency to be garishly mundane, but someone like the Major was bound to have hundreds of little tales he could reiterate to her. Perhaps she enjoyed stories told by others because they were often times funny or exciting. Perhaps it was because it gave her some insight into her past. Either way, it fed her curiosity.
Finishing the last of her drink Inali mulled the Major's question over. She could feel her body flush from the alcohol, and wondered if it showed. She wasn't sure if it was even permitted for her to get drunk while she was still technically a prisoner. Even if she'd gotten caught, she wouldn't indulge her persecutors with the fact that the Major had helped contribute. No, she'd probably just lie and say she'd stolen it. It would probably cause less trouble anyway.
āWell, I think we all need that don't we?ā Inali asked, tapping her knee with her finger. āPrison is so different from the real world. I bet it's almost the same thing here on this ship, or off wherever you may be when you aren't traveling around in this heap of metal.ā She paused, wondered if she should have a second glass, shook off the idea, and continued again. āI don't think I could bear being completely alone. Alistair was my tether.ā There was a yet another pause. āDo you have one Major?ā
"This is going to sound really lame" said Rogers, the cocktail of intoxicants he was taking in starting to go to work, "But my tether is my mother. I wrote to her every week and called once a month, ever since I enlisted, thirty years ago. She still bugs me about grandkids, even though my sister has a big brood. You'd think she'd be happy with one of her kids giving her a bunch of brats to ruin the good tablecloths."
He started to laugh, the first lasting smile to be born on his lips in days in days appearing.
"I've still be writing" the officer contnued, "Even though I can't send anything to her. The last time I talked with her, all I could say was that I was getting a new assignment and that I was going to be missing for a while. I have to keep this from my own mother and I'd be up for a flogging is anyone from general staff read the stuff I've been writing down. The firing squad is a bit more likely or even a combination of both.ā
A giggle bubbled up from Inali's throat and managed to escape past her lips before she could catch it. The initial shock that she wasn't able to hold it in made her cover her mouth for a moment, her eyes squinting into an embarrassed smile.
āAnd here I thought you'd just hatched from an egg somewhere.ā She sighed, shaking her head slightly. She studied the smile on the Major's lips for a minute, almost perplexed. His face looked foreign when he smiled, like she was looking at someone who wasn't the Major. Maybe that was his Roger Roberts face. Or was it Robert Rogers? Inali furrowed her brow unintentionally for a moment, trying to figure it out. āHaven't spoken to my mother since I was sent to prison. She said she'd try to convince her husband to make bail. I'm guessing it didn't work. Don't resent her for it though. It was the thought that counts.ā
āYou're a bit too old for kids though.ā Inali noted bluntly, her attention being brought back to a previous statement made by the Major. āYou don't strike me as the married type anyway. Some people aren't made for it. I was married three times!ā She wiggled three fingers up in the air while holding a fake sense of being proud. After the second marriage Inali should have realized she should quit while she was a head. Marrying the same gender didn't make things any different.
"Hey" protested Rogers, "I can still have kids, if I wanted. Its not like I'll run out of little swimmers any time soon but I will agree about getting married. I don't think I will, nor do I see myself happy in a situation like that. Can't really bellow orders at a wife or husband for that matter. They'd just up and leave and take half my pay for some long period of time. Nah, I'll just leave all my money for my nieces and nephews. Hopefully they've head to college, instead of joining up. Oh course, some might life a life of service or be good at it. Hopefully I'll get to see them again."
The smile faded away from his lips, as his mind's eye drifted from the remembered faces of his family. Happy smiles and high-pitched laughter. Thats why he was here, leading a band of convicts on a suicide mission. He would protect the Federation, to protect them from harm. They had to defeat the Tarnakians or every human world would burn to gray ash, to cover the bones of their race.
Robert poured a third glass of Jungle Bite and tossed it back.
āHmm.ā Was the only sound that came out of Inali as she boldly reached for the bottle and poured herself another glass. At the rate the Major was going he might catch up to her, and she didn't want to feel left out. Shortly after pouring herself another glass of liquid that was sure to burn the skin off her esophagus she took one last drag on her cigarette before putting it out on her thumb nail.
āJust because you can produce sperm doesn't mean it's good sperm.ā Inali jeered before taking a sip of her drink. His mention of his family made Inali think of the Verconas for a moment. They were a loud rowdy batch of people. While dressed in designer clothes and holding lavish and expensive dinners it was rare for a family gathering to go without a hitch, and there was always at least one fist fight. But, the nostalgia made Inali feel awkward, and the reminiscing quickly stopped. She didn't see much of a point in getting all misty eyed over people she may very well never see again.
āI'd hate to be pessimistic, but I'm going to. I doubt I'm seeing my family in this lifetime, even if I make it.ā She added this more or less to not have the Major think she didn't have faith in the mission. No need to bring the man down. āYou know, that's why you have to go out and Carpe some Diem or however that saying goes.ā A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips again, the same mischievous one she wore when she walked in. āI could think of a few things I'd like to seize right now.ā
"You've never met an old Rogers then" declared Robert, "Both my dad and granddad were producing grade A sperm up till the day they died. In fact I have an uncle who is only a little older then I am. Gran wasn't pleased when she found out but he's invited to family gathers anyways. Can't help that a nurse tried a dirty trick to get some of granddad's money, you know?"
The Major pulled himself upright in the chair, wishing slightly that he was still in uniform, so that he might preen like a peacock. She had made a dig at his manhood and now he needed to defend it. Sure, he might be thinking as straight as he should have but the idea of getting up, tossing Inali on the bunk and showing her just how good his sperm was, sounded pretty damn good. So he stood up, swept the remnants of his uniform from the bunk, plucked the drink from her hand and gently tossed the small women on the reasonably comfortable mattress.
"Besides" he continued, leaning over her, 'We sons of Regina can take on any young stud, even in advancing age, thrash him good and show his girlfriend a better them then she's ever had with him."
The rest of her words finally got through the automatic manly defenses and stewed around for a few seconds. What on Terra could she want to seize right now? His throat or maybe his pistol? She had proven to be a thief, could hid weapons on her person, gunned down her friend and carried some items in her bra. She might just have a blade there. Maybe this was all a plot to see him dead.....
"What do you want to seize" he asked slowly, looking her over slowly. He was searching her body for tensing muscles or another sign that the whore was about to make a murderous pounce.
The Major's sudden defensiveness both threw her off and excited her. A small gasp of exhilaration came out in a sharp breath as she was tossed onto the bunk. A part of her was a bit disappointed that her drink was going to go to waste. Another part was near ecstatic that was getting what she wanted. She'd finally be able to get it out of her system, and it only took a day. Which was more than good for Inali. She wasn't patient when it came to men.
However, his lack of action proved to be discomforting as it was when she first walked into the room, and she looked up into his eyes. For a moment she flinched mentally, she abhorred eye contact in such situations, it humanized the people she was with too much. She didn't need them to be humanized, it would just make things more difficult. Still, the initial shock of the contact faded and her hands went to the knot just under her cleavage that was her jacket.
"You look stressed Major." She stated, shrugging off the article of clothing. "I can help with that."
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Hours later, around one hundred hours ship time (which was a several hours ahead of Jukau Gamma), the Van Hoffs slipped out of the offerās quarters they had commandeered. Being quiet, they padded down the little hallway between the different rooms (the smashed up one had been mostly abandoned, save for the little wild freak). Behind them came Nora, Collin and Theo, the trio that had attempted to take over the transport. Normally they would never willing get together but tonight, there was a plan. They would all get free and not have to risk their necks on some suicide mission.
The trio went to the hatchway, pounding on it, while holding the big black man between them, as he pretended being in pain. The brothers took up positions on either side of the hatch. When the two Provosts on guard answered the seemingly frantic pounding, the brothers struck, grabbing each manās shotgun and proceeded to brain them against the hatchway. As they finished, the greasy sneak appeared.
The Van Hoffs held onto the shotguns, passing the two Mark VII Pulselasers to Gril and Collin. The limp bodies of the Provosts were dragged into the bathroom and hidden away in one of the stalls. The six of them then raced over to the open hatchway and looked around in the dirty metal corridors.
āQuickā snarled Otto, āUp to the bridge.ā
āIāll met you thereā hissed Gril, gripping a bag loaded with homemade explosives.
The brothers and the trio went left, looking for a stair well or lift and the sneak headed for the faint sounds of machinery, leaving their fellows in the hold.
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