OOG - I've got tons of posting time today, it's the day after Canada day and the day before the weekend so half the country took today off so I'm basically sitting on my duff watching the world roll past.

----- Original Message -----
From: Greg 
Date: Friday, July 2, 2004 8:26 am
Subject: Re: [akus] 997.274.1800: Preparing for Flight

> > > As Woof waits for an answer, he examines the other pile of junk.
> > >
> > > "Let me give you a hand, Cory," Woof says, lending a shoulder to
> > > moving the boxes.  "What's this stuff?" he asks as he begins to
> > > secure it with netting.
> >
> >Lysia bursts into the cargo hold as Woof and Cory go to work on 
> >the "Junk Pile".  She's still wearing the same red kerchief over
> >her hair and Mitch's grubby coveralls.  The covies are partially
> >unzipped and she's got a black shirt on under them.
> >
> >"You didn't block the car in did you?"  She pants, clearly she's 
> >run down from upstairs somewhere.  "I forgot all about it and
> > Morgana will have my ass if I take it."
> 
> "No, we can get it out..." Woof says.
> 
> >She catches her breath quickly.  "I should see what else she has 
> >stashed in storage, maybe she's got a motorcycle, that'd be better
> >for me than flying."  Lysia says to no one in particular.
> >
> >"Anyone up for a quick ride across the starport?"  She spins the 
> >keys and storage card around her finger.
> 
> "I'll go with," Woof says.

"Excellent," Lysia grins, "climb in, belt up, and hold on."

"Back in a few," she says to Cory as she hops into the car, "try not to leave without us."

Lysia turns the key and the engine roars to life, she smiles as the throb of eight gas powered cylinders fills the cargo hold.  "I'm going to miss this."

She pulls the car out of the hold slowly turns towards the storage yard and brings it to a complete stop.  "How long have you been in space Wolfgang?  Was it something you always wanted to do, or was it a move of necessity?"

Lysia stands on the brakes and revs the engine a bit, the vehicle torques up a bit but doesn't move more than a few centimeters.  She grins a bit before matting the gas pedal and lighting the tires up for a few seconds before releasing the brakes.  The large steel vehicle launches across the starport towards the gates pressing you back into your seat.

Lysia David