Rock sweet home...

Posted on Sun Sep 11th, 2011 @ 4:00am by Walter Jones & Charlotte Ashcroft & Jan Valentine & Morgan Pass & Sky Summers & Bruce Air (PNPC)

1,062 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Session 5: Rush
Location: Jone's safe house

Jones landed heavily on the solid metal decking of the landing platform. The Warden hovering gently above him. It had been years since he had set foot in here, carved out over decades to allow larger and larger ships in. The rugged walls of the asteroid still visible past the equipment and crudely bolted equipment on the walls. They'd be relatively safe here for now, at least until he figured out a plan.

Dr Pass stood at the door to the docking port. He looked at the drop then sighed.

"Captain Jones, if you would be so kind to help me down. I am not as young and fit as most of your crew."

"No problem Doc, you don't want me trying to fix a broken hip, it might not looks too pretty after I'm done."

Morgan laughed mirthlessly, "It is not going to win any pageants as it is anyway."

Jones walked over to the hatch and offered a hand up to the doctor. "What do you think of our new hideout? Not the worse in existence huh?"

Morgan looked around the immediate area. One advantage of space is that there is little moisture or bacteria to corrode anything. However they were now in an atmosphere, things could, and had rotted.

"It reminds me of my Dorm at Medical School. Smells a lot like it too."

Morgan looked at Walter, "You know, I have been on the run for a number of years now, and there are a few tricks that you should keep in mind. First is not to go anywhere you have been before."

"Hey Jones! You got any spare filler rods for the plasma welder lying around this place?" Jan called down from the Warden.

Sky was the next to appear and hop over the gap coming to land with grace a poise beside both Jones and the aging Dr Pass. Anger still burned in her eyes as she glared at Jones but she had yet to release said anger for fear of alienating the one person who could help her now.

"Why don't you come with me Doctor and we can find a nice spot to settle!"

Morgan pulled back suddenly, "I am flattered, my dear, but you are an alien and... oh, you didn't mean... yes... well, naturally. Let us take a stroll"

Jones yelled back up to Jan. "Got a welder and a few other pieces of repair equipment laying around." He noticed the look from Sky as he turned back to address no one in particular. "This is going to be our home away from home for a while, we can hunker down here, defend ourselves if needed, and figure out a game plan, there are rations and an old replicator plus some bunks. Only a handful of people know about this place, and most of them are dead."

He turned to Sky for a moment, "When you're settled, I need to talk to you for a moment."

Finally, the last of the crew made an appearance standing in the yawning opening of the landing area and peered into the gloom. Lottie sniffed the damp air with a grimace before leaping down after the fleeting forms of the crew as they disembarked. "You could have picked a better hiding place," she commented in jest. "Hardly five star luxury."

Air stuck his hand in his pockets, and kicked at a bit of scrap metal, "Aw, I dunno. I reccon an illywacker'd call it big bickies on the market. She's a fixer-upper. Lick of paint, rinse in the dip, she'll be apples, mate."

His voice sounded a lot more convincing than his expression, which seemed to share Lottie's distaste.

"Alright alright enough drubbery..." Jones looked up at Bruce and Lottie. "You two go and check the armory, there should be some phasers and slug throwers in there, and grab what we can out of the ship."

Lottie's displeasure was increasing. Jones wanted them to actually live on this piece of rock. Granted it was safer than being out there... She shrugged her shoulders, turned away and scrambled back aboard the Warden.

Air followed with a slight smile. When they reached the weapons locker Lottie unfastened the security locks and began sorting the weapons. She noticed that Air was pulling out some of the less well cared for weapons and strip cleaning them with a practised hand that surprised her.

He grinned at her questioning expresion, "I am Starfleet trained, remember? I was a Lieutenant at one point, which included full training of Phasers Types I-III as well as my ship training including Weapons operations rating to Phaser Types XI."

He slammed the power cell back in place with a practised slap and placed the weapon on the usable pile, "I just find flying more fun."

She nodded and passed him another, "I can't imagine you fited in well."

Air paused, a look of regret passing over his face for a moment, "Actually, I was a model officer. High academy marks. Good service record. Quick promotions. There was just an... incident. A prisoner died while in custody, and I was found to be responsible."

He grabbed up another weapon, "Still, I am here, now, so that is what life is."

"Doc, you and Sky, umm... actually check the bounty nets, see if you can see if there is any chatter out there about us and if anyone is tracking us."

Pass closed his eyes and counted to ten, "I'll make you a deal, Jones. You never call me 'Doc' again, and I will refrain from calling you 'Boy", yes? If you must use a Diminutive, then I was a Professor of Bio-genic research. Come, Ms Sky, Let us go and see if we can fine a subspace link that will patch into the net."

"Alright, alright." Jones smiled a Pass

"Jan get the ship patched up, and then head to the control room over there" He pointed at a glass enclosed room to the right.

"Got it, should take about 3 hours to patch everything up." Jan said.

"I've got something special up my sleeve for you guys, so meet me in the central meeting area down that shaft and the first right in about an hour. Any questions?"

Walt watched as everyone shuffled off to their respective jobs, as he headed out to whip up the "surprise."

 

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