On Friday 02 July 2004 10:27, Greg wrote:
> >Woof takes a doublecheck on the the cargo. It's all there, including a
> >pile of junk that he doesn't remember being there. There is also a
> >ground vehicle parked in the cargo bay. It hasn't been locked down with
> >restraints of any kind, and it needs to either be removed or secured. As
> >he's looking these two unsecured pieces of cargo over he hears a truck
> >pull up outside and after some loud talk, he sees Cory pushing a pallet
> >of boxes in through the forward cargo hatch.
>
> Woof comms the ship. "I have a ground car in forward cargo. Is it coming
> or staying? I'm dogging it down if its coming. Skipper?"
>
> >Jac has left the ship, "on an errand", "ship's business" he calls it.
>
> As Woof waits for an answer, he examines the other pile of junk.
>
> "Evening Woof" Cory waves when he see him "You're not going to believe the
> great deal I got on this stuff." "I guess we might as well secure it here
> till we get in jump and have time for setting it up," He adds as he pushes
> the boxes to an empty spot.
>
> "Whos is that?" he asks, stopping at the vehicle and giving it a look.
> "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.
Cory gets a surprised look on his face when Woof answers his question with a
question. He shakes his head once to clear it, then begins his list "Copies
of tax records, computers for imaging work, a set of speakers to replace
those that sound so nasty in the crew lounge, imaging software, cameras with
some really nice lenses, a laser range finder and level so the next time we
do a sight survey we don't have to use that silly piece of paper as a pretend
protractor" when he is cut off in mid list by :
>
> > >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."
> >
"Well that explains who" Cory says.
> > "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.
> > >
"Who Cory asks Woof?"
> > >"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."
>
"Have fun" Cory says and wonders if this is a symptom that the silly hormone
fog is still lingering in the ship. Well nothing to do but face is he
decides.
> "Back in a few," she says to Cory as she hops into the car, "try not to
> leave without us."
Cory ensures his new purchases are safely out of the way.
>
> 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.
>
Cory finishes lashing down his items then inspects the cargo bay to see what
needs to be moved so he'll still have a place to play his music away from
everyone else because if Woof or Lysia are any indication there is still way
to much stress flying around. Maybe if he sneaks in and just moves Mira's
stuff into Jacs room she'll take the hint. "Hmm, Maybe not her stuff just
that tree" he muses to himself as he finishes up and heads to the crew deck.
"Or maybe the problem is Jac's to far from sick-bay. Maybe I should talk to
him. Now Woof he's on his own. I don't know how to get that stress out of
here. I wonder if Shawn hooked up with anyone. Boy he sure did need it. I
wonder if Ricky would object to prostitutes for some of our more hot headed
crew. Hmm I'll have to think more about how I want to bring that one up."
--
Earl F Hampton
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