That's my ship...

Posted on Fri Jun 10th, 2011 @ 4:33am by Heather Osier

904 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Session 5: Rush

Heather looked at the last remaining drunk in her bar, face down on her otherwise pristine bar, in a puddle of his own vomit, with a half empty bottle of some green liquor in front of him. Everyone else had moved on but him.

"Come on buddy, last call was forty five minutes ago." she poked him on top of his head. "Wake up!"

A slight groan emanated from his lungs as he lazily rolled his head to the right, further into the putrid mess. Heather sighed, this isn't what her life was supposed to be. She flagged down a passing officer and motioned at the drunk.

The Andorian growled and grabbed the man, dragging him down off of the stool and with a swift motion, out onto his ass into the corridor. The patrolman nodded, tipped his hat and followed the man out with a swift kick to the drunks hind quarters.

"This can't be all there is, there has to be something else" Heather sighed out loud as she grabbed a towel from under the bar and cleaned up the puke.

"Computer, Television, channel 928" the computer beeped in acknowledgement and a program flicked onto the screen.

"Welcome back hombres!" a wide wide man still holding a fish was standing near a board. "In case you missed the bomb shell of a bounty, Emily here is going to tell you all about it!"

The camera moved over to what looked like an old Cardassian freighter, mounted on a rack like a mechanical bull, the female co-host was sitting on top as the machine slowly started up.

"An unexpected bounty has been placed for a Groumal type freighter, serial number N48E-MC, the SS Warden, and her Captain Walter Jones!" The model freighter was bucking wildly, the woman tried hanging on but was thrown to the ground.

Heather hadn't been paying attention to the show until the woman started rattling off the serial number and then nearly dropped the glass that she had been cleaning.

"That's right, a cool ten million bars of gold pressed latinum plus bonus for members of the crew!" the first cowboy smiled as the camera flipped back to him.

"It can't be, my ship was probably cut up years ago...." She turned and paid more attention as a picture of the old freighter appeared on the screen.

"That is my ship!" She yelled as she threw the glass across the room, shattering into a million pieces against the wall. "How do I get her back!"

The cowboys continued bantering back and forth about the details of the bounty when they flashed a picture of Walter Jones on the screen with a Captain title under his picture and a million bar price tag attached.

"I hear he also kicks kittens and throws them into space after he's done with them" The cowboy was holding up a stuffed cat.

Heathers eye started to twitch, as she watched it, burning the image of Jones into her memory. "That... is... my ship!" She grabbed a slug thrower from under the bar and shot a piece of lead into the TV, creating a shower of sparks.

She grabbed a small bag from under the bar, stuffed the slug thrower into her coat, and made her way for the door.

Fifteen minutes later.....

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!" Heather slammed her hand down on the counter, a disinterested Bolian looked at her then turned back to the female trill he was training.

"Now, ask the client if they would like an upgrade to a tier three shuttle cruiser, it includes more baggage space and more leg room." The Bolian pointed to something on the screen. "The Wagon Queen Family Truckster is a beautiful option"

"Mam, would you like to upgrade to the tier three shuttle it comes in a beautiful metallic pea greencolor?" The Trill's response was slow, timid and sounded like she was frightened.

"No no no no no! Just give me the shuttle!" Heather was starting to freak out.

The Bolian pointed to another item on the screen. "Now ask if the customer would like insurance."

"Mam, would you be interested in insurance." The Trill could see that the human woman was frustrated.

Heather put her head down on the desk. "I" she paused for a moment, almost on the verge of tears "Just want a shuttle..."

The Bolian looked down at the young Trill. "Alright, close out the account, take payment, and give her the activation crystal."

The Trill woman, whom Heather at this point had looked up and saw her name was Yazira, slowly typed in the final information and turned back to Heather. "That will be 100 strips up front for deposit and first week, your account can be automatically debited."

Heather slammed down the strips and extended her hands. "Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme!"

The Bolian nodded, the Trill handed the crystal to Heather, who took off running for the docking port.

"Some people just in a hurry." The Manager looked at the next client, a Ferrengi and sighed. "Alright greet the customer and welcome them to Rent a space wreck"

Meanwhile...

Heather nearly ripped the door off the shuttle and hastily went through pre-flight checklists. The engines whined as they spun up and Heather started mumbling to herself.

"That's my ship... that is my my ship.. that is my ship..."

 

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