Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

Eris Akus Moby

On Sunday 27 April 2008 01:57:08 pm Eris Reddoch (Mod) wrote:

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

Earl F Hampton (Player) wrote:

On Sunday 27 April 2008 01:57:08 pm Eris Reddoch (Mod) wrote:

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

The vent is not askew. The young woman keeps her hands in front of her face, and as Bart yells at her, slumps to the deck...apparently unconscious.

Eris Akus Moby

On Monday 28 April 2008 10:42:53 pm Eris Reddoch (Mod) wrote:

Earl F Hampton (Player) wrote:

On Sunday 27 April 2008 01:57:08 pm Eris Reddoch (Mod)

wrote:

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

The vent is not askew. The young woman keeps her hands in front of her face, and as Bart yells at her, slumps to the deck...apparently unconscious.

Bart gives the lump of coveralls a disgusted look. He then grabs the waif and tosses it one the bed. A quick frisk for weapons exhausts his patience, "Mouse!"

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

The vent is not askew. The young woman keeps her hands in front of her face, and as Bart yells at her, slumps to the deck...apparently unconscious.

Bart gives the lump of coveralls a disgusted look. He then grabs the waif and tosses it one the bed. A quick frisk for weapons exhausts his patience, "Mouse!"

...Paris got up, a knee bracing herself in the small of Percy's back. "Do *NOT* move," she warned him with a wag of her finger, then got to her feet and dusted herself off...

"Dammit." she straightened her blouse and ignored the loss of the button. "I just bought this blouse."

She glided her way into the cabin and looked at Bart--and looked at the slender young woman on the bed. "Oh, my."

The brunette looked up at Bart. "Let me guess, you'd prefer me to do the search--which I will, if you leave the cuffs."

Sanchez, John G SSG RET (Player) wrote:

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

The vent is not askew. The young woman keeps her hands in front of her face, and as Bart yells at her, slumps to the deck...apparently unconscious.

Bart gives the lump of coveralls a disgusted look. He then grabs the waif and tosses it one the bed. A quick frisk for weapons exhausts his patience, "Mouse!"

...Paris got up, a knee bracing herself in the small of Percy's back. "Do *NOT* move," she warned him with a wag of her finger, then got to her feet and dusted herself off...

"Dammit." she straightened her blouse and ignored the loss of the button. "I just bought this blouse."

Percy doesn't get up, but he does say, "But she said they would *kill* her..."

She glided her way into the cabin and looked at Bart--and looked at the slender young woman on the bed. "Oh, my."

The brunette looked up at Bart. "Let me guess, you'd prefer me to do the search--which I will, if you leave the cuffs."

Eris Akus Moby

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

The vent is not askew. The young woman keeps her hands in front of her face, and as Bart yells at her, slumps to the deck...apparently unconscious.

Bart gives the lump of coveralls a disgusted look. He then

grabs

the waif and tosses it one the bed. A quick frisk for weapons exhausts his patience, "Mouse!"

...Paris got up, a knee bracing herself in the small of Percy's

back. "Do *NOT* move," she warned him with a wag of her finger, then got to her feet and dusted herself off...

"Dammit." she straightened her blouse and ignored the loss of the button. "I just bought this blouse."

Percy doesn't get up, but he does say, "But she said they would *kill* her..."

"Like I haven't used that myself," the brunette growled deep in her throat.

She glided her way into the cabin and looked at Bart--and looked at the slender young woman on the bed. "Oh, my."

The brunette looked up at Bart. "Let me guess, you'd prefer me

to do

the search--which I will, if you leave the cuffs."

On Tuesday 29 April 2008 09:26:51 am Sanchez, John G SSG RET (Player) wrote:

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

The vent is not askew. The young woman keeps her hands in front of her face, and as Bart yells at her, slumps to the deck...apparently unconscious.

Bart gives the lump of coveralls a disgusted look. He then grabs the waif and tosses it one the bed. A quick frisk for weapons exhausts his patience, "Mouse!"

...Paris got up, a knee bracing herself in the small of Percy's back. "Do *NOT* move," she warned him with a wag of her finger, then got to her feet and dusted herself off...

"Dammit." she straightened her blouse and ignored the loss of the button. "I just bought this blouse."

She glided her way into the cabin and looked at Bart--and looked at the slender young woman on the bed. "Oh, my."

The brunette looked up at Bart. "Let me guess, you'd prefer me to do the search--which I will, if you leave the cuffs."

"Cuffs?" his expression becoming more bewildered than normal. "Well Shit," he says as he slams open the hang up locker. "Here," he slings a set of suspenders onto the bed. "I need you to watch her and him, " his head tilts to the hall.

"When she comes around, find out if she was the only one. I'm going to secure the rest of the ship," he finishes moving to the hall.

Looking at Percy as he passes, "I need you to stay in your damn room till we've searched the ship."

"Mouse, I like the new look. A bit of tit is always good for moral," he shouts as he runs back to the cargo bay.

Earl F Hampton (Player) wrote:

On Monday 28 April 2008 10:42:53 pm Eris Reddoch (Mod) wrote:

Earl F Hampton (Player) wrote:

On Sunday 27 April 2008 01:57:08 pm Eris Reddoch (Mod)

wrote:

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

As Bart bursts into the room he sees a young woman standing against the bulkhead on the left hand side of the door. When she sees Bart...and his sword...she raises her hands to her face and lets out a loud, high-pitched, scream!

The woman appears to be unarmed. She is wearing a pair of coveralls like the workers in the cargo hold were wearing, but they hang on her, at least two sizes too big. She looks very young, maybe still a teen ager.

He moves within lunging distance and snarls, "Hands, Over Your Head." His eyes glance around the room. If there is no one else in the room and a vent is a skew, he continues, "Turn around. Hands against the wall."

The vent is not askew. The young woman keeps her hands in front of her face, and as Bart yells at her, slumps to the deck...apparently unconscious.

Bart gives the lump of coveralls a disgusted look. He then grabs the waif and tosses it one the bed. A quick frisk for weapons exhausts his patience, "Mouse!"

No weapons found.

Eris Akus Moby