(What
is up with you and scantily clad women?)
I
tend to write in my underwear.
(To
much information.)
The
men were blowing their money on chasing women, while Wuffy, Wella and
Wella's son Wyle were busy shopping.
Wembly
was lounging on the deck of the Wingnut, enjoying the warmth of
Dijo's orange star. The sterring season had gone well and he had his
ship all to himself for several more hours. Peace at last!
(You
have writer's block don't you.)
No
one would no that my shitty writing was anymore then shitty writing
if you would keep your mouth shut.
(Well,
there isn't much chance of that happening.)
Wuffy
and Wella walked down a promenade. Wella's son Wyle slept in a
stroller that had appeared in their quarters a few days after Wyle
had first poked his head out of Wella's pouch. At first Wyle had
caused a few raised a few eyebrows. It was immediately clear that he
wasn't all wombat. He had a banded mask around his eyes and long
tail, he was also slightly longer and skinnier then most wombats.
Wyle also had an inexplicable ball of curly hair on the very top of
his head. All Wella had to say about it was, “You look so much
like your daddy.” It didn't take the crew long before they were
making baby noises at the child whenever they had a break from their
duties.
Wuffy
was also great fun to shop with. Before they had left the dirigible,
Captian Wembly had slipped a few coins into her hand and told her to
buy something for herself, and hinted that the upcoming Rigel crab
season would be a bit chilly and perhaps the skirt that she was
wearing from the farm wouldn't really cut it. In the addition to the
money she had made working as Wuffy's assistant in the kitchen, she
currently had more silver then she'd ever seen.
(Oh, come on things are supposed to be happening in
this chapter.)
Wella
told Wuffy what Wembly had told her. Wuffy had drug her into a shop
that Wella could hardly believe exsisted. In addition to getting all
of the cold weather gear Wembly had hinted about, she had also come
away with a larger wardrobe then her entire family had had. She felt
a twinge of guilt about that. She was discovering the universe,
while everyone she'd ever known lay dead. 'No,' she said to herself,
' I won't think abou that. My life is for my son now.”
(You do drama poorly.)
Wembly
woke up from his sunny snooze when a shadow blocked his sunlight.
Opening his eyes he saw a gorilla and a dolphin in front of him.
(How
is a dolphin in front of him?)
It's supposed to be sci-fi. Anti-grav nodes that lets
him float in the air?
(Well
are you going to explain that?
Wembly did a slight double take with the dolphin before he noticed
the anti-grav nodes on his water suit. He also noticed the Dance
Lord badges they wore. 'Great,' he thought, 'Feds.'
Getting
to his feet Wembly inquired, “What can I help you with?”
“We
understand that your last port of call was Bertha,” said the
gorilla.
“Yes.”
“Have
you seen this wombat?” The gorilla handed Wembly a photo of a
young and terrified looking Wella.
“I
can't say that I have,” responded the captian, “can I ask why
your looking for her?”
“She's
a terrorist,” squeaked the dolphin, “she stole a piece of
Ancients technology and killed her entire village to keep it hidden.
She is considered armed and dangerous.”
“Ancients,”
Wembly raised an eyebrow, “surely they are nothing but an old wives
tale.”
The
gorilla glared at the dolphin, “Please excuse Lieutenant Darrel, he
can be rather fanciful. The piece of technology she stole is very
old and very dangerous. The Empire is offering a large reward for
any info you may have that will lead us to her. Here is our card,
please contact us if you hear of anything.”
“Of
course sirs.”
Wembly
watched the pair move down the gangplanks. So his young stowaway was
a wanted women. While he wasn't about to turn her over to the Dance
Lords and the Empire, she would be answering his questions. Space
had it's own kind of justice, if he didn't like what he heard.
Wella
saw them as she and Wuffy returned to the boat. She remembered their
faces before she could see them clearly. It was all she could do to
keep walking toward the dirigible.
“Ladies,”
said the dolphin as they walked past.
Wella's
breathe caught in her throat. Could it be they didn't recognize her?
She had never been so relieved about new cloths in her life. They
would be looking for a poor girl in rags, not the lady that she
looked like right now.
As
Wella boarded the Wingnut, Wembly grabbed her arm.
“Go
to your quarters and stay there,” he said gruffly, “we will be
disembarking as soon as the rest of the crew returns. I'll speak
with you as soon as we are safely back in space.” When he let go
of her arm she all but ran to her quarters with Ryle.
Wuffy
opened her mouth.
“You
go with her,” Wembly said before she could say anything in a tone
that suggested even a hint of insubordination would not be tolerated.
“Yes
sir,” said Wuffy and meekly followed Wella below deck.
Darrel
looked back at the beautiful young lady that was pushing a baby
carriage up the ramp of the Wingnut. “Nah,” he thought, “it
couldn't be...”
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