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 Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:39 pm
As if on cue, a group of MP's walked into the Cafe, hoping to take a break from their duties. The men and women chatted, ready to relax, when one of the spotted the group of drunk or nearly drunk soldiers, and the creature, which itself appeared to be drunk, and then the smoking trashcan. something had obviously been up, and the MP's came and handcuffed Fred, Cibo, and Marcus, a couple stopping to look at the creature while searching for instructions on their datapads. Eventually, they were simply ordered to take him to the brig with the others, and politely asked him to follow them, or be taken forcefully.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:59 pm
"Geeze. How'd it come to this?" Cibo moaned. She tried desperately to remember, but the headache was killing her! Killy replied,
"I believe it started as a 'toast' to absent friends and family. And then my memory becomes blurry. For some reason, I cannot stop thinking of..."
"Shut up."
"Roger roger." Though Marcus' hands were cuffed, he could still reach his PDA, and sent a message to Cibo.
'You should have never tried to pry more information out of him this way.'
'Or what? Some time in the brig? What he said is going to be worth the brig time I think. I, unlike some dumb idiots, left my PDA to record the whole thing.' She turned and stuck a tongue out at Marcus. He scowled.
"Hey! Not text messaging!" one of the MP's yelled. "Thanks to you three, uh, not counting you sir." the MP hastily added to Killy, "But now we're wasting our break time! I'm going to make sure you three rot while you're there!"
"Hey guys, why is this trash...OH GOD!" One of the MP's parted the lid with a baton, only to swear and begin vomiting.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:20 pm
Fred opened his eyes slowly and looked around to see a woman, a man, and an alien. "Oh deary me, is it St. Patty's Day already?" Fred mumbled as he was shaken from his stupor.
"No," the MP that was tailing him replyed.
"Are you sure? 'Cus this seems vaguely familiar to what happened to me last St. Patty's," Fred went on, chuckling as he walked. Then he perked his head up and looked around. "Where is he?"
"Where is who?" the MP asked.
"My buddy. Can't miss him. He is about seven feet tall, covered in feathers. Oh there he is. Buddy! It seems like forever since the last time I saw you!" Fred rambled as he walked on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:25 pm
"Fred, I see they have stopped dragging you across the grated floors. Though, you do seem to be still mildly intoxicated." The feather's on Killy's head moved about in some sort of enigmatic emotion, and he relaxed a little, causing the skeletal plates to clack together a little. "Though it pleases me to see you conscious once more, it appears you constantly throw mysteries at me. Who, or what is Saint Patrick?" Marcus walked forward, tall and proud, but Cibo knew he was dejected. He wasn't listening. 'Something interesting should come out of this.'
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:38 pm
Fred laughed out loud and almost stumbled. "Aye, I am no longer a mop," Fred said as he stiffled the laughter, "And Saint Patrick is just an old bed time story told to children to scare them into being good, so when the kids grow up they celebrate being free of the Curse of St. Patrick by getting completly smashed." He somehow managed to maintain a serious face while telling this joke.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:43 pm
Killy abruptly stopped. "Smashed? A government institutionalized suicide day? You...You Terrans must breed at a ridiculous rate, like Cfukifikki." Even though he was an alien, with difficult to read emotions, it was obvious that he was horrified. Cibo started to bang her head against the wall. One of the MP's chuckled as he prodded at them to move.
"This guy is priceless." one said, pointing a thumb at Killy. "No wonder the Admiral let him go about!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:50 pm
Fred burst into another bout of laughter. "No, no, no, my friend. Smashed. Hammered. Drunk of yer rocker. Holding hands with old Tom. Okay, that last one I made up. I am sorry, it was just too easy, and I am too drunk," Fred explained as his laughter died down, "St. Patrick's Day is originally an Irish holiday where we, as a nation, would get together and celebrate the memory of Saint Patrick, who was a Catholic priest. We honor him for he was the one who drove out Christian seperatists from Ireland. Another reason why we Irish are so hardcore Catholic."
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 10:03 pm
As they walked, a silence descended from the darkness as Killy's jaw opened a little, revealing his teeth. Finally, he spoke. "Your tail pulling never ceases to amuse me Fred." Cibo sighed in relief. 'He was smiling after all.' Killy seemed to wag his whippy tail a little as he walked, as though to emphasize what he said. "We have a similar holiday in the Principality, where we drink alcohol excessively once a year. It was, translated, called 'Imperial Alcohol Day' though, my...eh. What is the word? Fiance? Yes. She would beat me often." His spunky yet dull voice dropped a little. "Hmm. Often enough anyways. She was better at it." he mused. Cibo's attention immediately went up; a classic red flag was spoken.
"What do you mean by 'was' Killy?" She sped up a little to catch up to him, and spoke slowly. "Are you, by any chance, out for...revenge?" His head turned so he could see her with an eye.
"What if I am?" he spoke. She remained quiet, and as soon as he averted her staring, Cibo's expression darkened, and a thin, wide smile crossed her face. Without a helmet, he couldn't see. But the MP's did. And they feared.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:17 pm
"Well, glad I could be of service," Fred said as he started to take a bow, but he stopped when he realized that it was a bad idea. He remained oddly quiet though as he listened in on the other conversation. "Ah, who needs women!" Fred said as he chimed in. He then edged over and playfully bumped into Killy. "Women just cause trouble. All you need in life are some good friends and a good beer!" He then remembered the other person in the conversation and turned towards Cibo. "No offense to you of course, missy."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:08 pm
"You'll find out if it's offensive to me soon enough." Cibo said with a luscious voice. She could have been Lilith seducing Adam for all intents and purposes. Killy merely nodded slowly, his head tilting down. He was so vocal before, though in his lifeless imitation of a Terran voice, but now he really was quite dull. Cibo gave Fred an annoyed look, which said something along the lines of 'This is your fault!'
****
Believe it or not, but the two Terran men were placed together; Marcus merely shrugged gracefully when Fred looked at him. Killy and Cibo were together in the cell over. "And so, I am here once more." he spoke.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:20 pm
"Aw, why'd ya split us up?" Fred complained to the MP. "Put me with the woman! Or at least me feathered friend!" Not waiting for a reply, Fred tottered over and sat down on the seat across from Marcus. After a few moments of looking at the floor with a glassy look in his eyes he looked up towards his cell mate. "I don't believe you and I have been formally introduced yet. The name's Fred! How about you?" Fred chimed in a very charismatic tone. Then he ran through the events that led up to the four being thrown in cells. "Why'd you get thrown in here as well?" he finally asked.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:42 pm
"I am Marcus Wright. And just a heads up; I don't think you want to be anywhere near Cibo...Eh. She's my ex, and well, lets just say you'll run a better chance of staying alive." Marcus spoke with a joking tone. "Really, we already have it cut out for us with the lizards trying to do us in, right?
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Killy waved to the guards he knew, who were all outside the cells, and then called out to the other two. "Are you two alright? Fred, are you over the alcohol's effects already? You two are quite vocal."
"Oh shut up. You do know it's partially your fault that we're in here, right?" Killy's eyes looked up towards the ceiling for a moment, and replied innocently,
"If it is partially my fault, it is also partially yours as well, correct? I appreciate the alcohol, but I fear you may be the one to have paid for all of it."
"Shut up!" At that, Cibo started to simmer and boil. Killy tilted his head sightly to the side, his feathers slightly fanning. He seemed almost amused. It was hard to tell, really.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:00 pm
"I am ready for round two whenever you are!" Fred called back to Killy, then turned back towards Marcus to continue the conversation, "Ex-girlfriend, eh? I'll take your word for it then."
Fred began stretching out his tired limbs and shaking off the effects of the grotuitous amounts of alcohol he consumed, his joints making audible cracking noises as he went. "Ah, much better. Now for a slightly more serious topic, if I may ask?" he said, his voice taking on a more somber tone, "What's with Mr. Feathers overthere? I know it has to do with one of the last missions an' all, but why is he here? Ya know, on the ship and all getting tailed by you spooks?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:45 pm
Marcus gave a hearty shrug, trying to match Fred in demeanor and even speech. "Well, the Greenies really wanted us to take him with us." Marcus paused and brought a hand up to his mouth, whispering slightly for safe measure, "At this rate though, I think they just wanted him off their backs. No offense of course." The image of this Yotruyan 'Killy' Cliriki downing several bottles of whiskey and having his vomit light afire briefly crossed his mind. Marcus held himself in check, keeping up a friendly facade despite the disturbing imagery. He then leaned back, and scratched his chin a little, trying to relax. "And as for us tailing him? Well, our pretty little Admiral just wants us to keep his snout out of trouble, though, as you saw, it's going to be harder than any of us thought." Bright flashes of Evelyn and the skeleton standing before one another went by Marcus' mind. A knife cutting into a wrist and fleshy bits attaching to electronics. Again, he did not give away any of the nightmare fuel troubling his mind, and merely shrugged.
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"Is there anything exciting happening right now?" Killy asked. "I hope I can look at your hanger after this." Though his tone was plain, Cibo couldn't help but get the impression of a child gleefully bothering his guardians for more candy. Cibo wanted, very badly, to hit her head against the wall.
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