S1: Ep1 - Birds of a Feather

Started by noseatbelts, April 28, 2020, 01:48:53 pm

Pele Kesher

Drugs. It's drugs. We're drug pushers. Pele felt another hysterical giggly fit coming on as Lady Sun went on about the business of weighing the 'rations' that were most definitely drugs, no doubt about it now. Judging by Captain Ingenue's chilly demeanor, the truth was finally dawning on her as well.

The whole ordeal was over mercifully quickly, or perhaps it only felt that way because Pele had all but disassociated from her body during it. Nevertheless, she to make it through with her certified companion composure intact, not a giggle to be seen or heard. She promptly rejected the Greasemonkey's offer for a ride; her shoes were digging into her heels, but uncomfortable clothing was something she was used to dealing with, unlike the risk of accidentally sitting in gore.

"Do you really think we're in the clear?" she asked Francis, somehow managing to match his speed despite her much less practical footwear. She was clutching her purse like a disgruntled church lady. "For someone who's supposedly Sebastian's right hand man, you don't seem to know a whole lot about what's going on."

Speaking of footwear, here came the infamous other shoe, not only dropping but exploding on impact. It all happened so fast; Pele had barely registered the knife against Charity's throat -- a universal sign for "don't make any trouble" if she ever saw one -- when the bullets were already flying, the damsel in distress be damned.

Maniacs, every last one of them. Pele dove behind Francis' back like a startled celebrity hiding behind her bodyguard, only she wasn't going to just cower there. No, he just made for a good meat shield while she rummaged through her purse, her fingers finding the pistol much faster than last time. Maybe she'd skip the thigh strap in the future, as glamorous as it was on paper.

Jedikiah Rembo

November 19, 2020, 07:50:59 pm #81 Last Edit: November 19, 2020, 07:57:40 pm by Jedikiah Rembo
And then they headed home. Or to the ship, not quite home.

After asking Mr. Brown about sending a wave, the good Captain Charity offered him a ride, "Jed, dear, are you sure you wouldn't like to sit here?"

How considerate, but, "No thank you mm," He almost said Miss, but, "Captain. I'd like to work my legs a couple more kilometers, not the same as pacing your ship. Nice to get to stretch out a short walk'a'bout." He smiled at her. A previous look at the others made it clear few of them thought they were clearly NOT in the clear.

That was a spacer way, you're never safe unless you're on your 'boat' and in the black flying at a good solid burn. Still, the crew's sense of uncertainty was infectious. Not that Jedikiah Rembo was ever not at ease and yet ready, prepared and aware. It was the same practiced state of mind.

- - -

At the site of their previous encounter with the Red Talon Jedikiah found his long thin solid staff that had been lost in that recent struggle. He swished it about like a vid swashbuckler a couple of times before he returned it to a steady soft tap to the street while he walked.

- - -

And then the gangs blocked their way. The intricacies were irrelevant. Red Talon, some enemies/former associates? of lawman Black, and a threat to the soft spoken neck of their precious Captain. Miss Charity.

As the silver coined 'Dime' novels read, 'the bullets started to fly like sparrows from the crack of the gun from the tree in the square'.

For Jed it was a slow motion play, there was only one concern as the others moved with speed of those sparrows taking flight. As did he.

If they shot straight and true then the nervous system of the man with the knife at good Miss Charity's throat would go limp. But if not - there would be blood; and thus the staff moved like the striking cobra, without thought, malice or foresight. The staff directed toward the non-space between the soft bit of flesh that touched knife, a prayer to all the gods that came before, to come between steel and the life of this woman that deserved good years yet to come.

Yang Style Tai Chi and Shaolin Kung Fu
 - And Medical Practitioner

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