Sorry for the mess...

Posted on Wed Jun 22nd, 2011 @ 4:30am by Walter Jones

642 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Session 5: Rush
Location: Bar

The sounds of a Klingon band wailed through the small bar, drowning out most of the chatter going on. Aliens from all corners of the quadrant huddled around the bar, drinking multicolored beverages, some fizzing, some on fire, and others had a slight smoke coming from them.

Jones sat in the back of the bar, back to the wall, keeping an eye on everyone who was coming and going. It was a trick he had learned from another old space dog, sit with your back to the wall, and you'll never have to worry about someone shooting you from behind, or getting the drop on you.

"Do you want another drink?" An Orion girl sauntered up to him. She seemed nice enough.

"Nah, just bring me the check sweetheart, I've got to get going." Jones smiled as she produced a padd from her apron and sat it down on the table.

"Alright, just leave it when you are done." The woman sauntered off to the other side of the bar.

"I'd like to get a piece of her." Walt put his thumb onto the data padd, it beeped with a small confirmation tone that the transaction had gone through. Jones quickly stood up, trying to maintain a low profile when he heard a phaser charge up. From the booth next to him a small spindly green Andorian looking man appeared.

"Kuna to chuta Jones?" The alien pointed the phaser at Walt and motioned for him to sit back down.

"Yes, As a matter of fact, I was just going back to my ship, and take care of this whole bounty nonsense." Jones sat back down, one hand under the table, the other playing with the slip of latinum he had left as a tip.

"Song pich aley. Bun yo noni nu choko makachisa. IBR du ning che kopa. Muri shani haz tanga wanya uska. Chas ke niawi du chuzu."

"Tell you what I'll give you something that you can take back to them and show that you got me and I'll kick in a little extra for you!" Jones gave the alien a big grin and smiled, he reached in his pocket and tossed a strip of latinum over to him.

"To je hania e kul ainti kul katua." The bounty hunter nodded and gave what could be called a smile to him

"I don't have the rest of it with me, tell them" Jones reached down and started to loosen the slug thrower in his coat very slowly.

"Song na do tikti. Song kulia ne pul won ni ulwan. Se posti ga kushu kun bon duwa wipti." The bounty hunter looked annoyed at what Jones was telling him.

"Look, this is just a huge misunderstanding.. you understand that right??"

"Doba IBR!" The bounty hunter slammed the butt of his phaser down on the table. "Upa gulpa konia ta ponka par."

"Over my dead body!" Jones had managed to sneak the slug thrower out of his coat and had it pointed at the bounty hunter under the table.

"Koth ya numa. Chispo nobata met isti kelenko uska." The alien was grinning with excitement, the phaser was letting off a terrible whine.

"Yes, I'll bet you have!" Jones pulled the trigger sending a heavy lead slug hurtling underneath the table into the chest of the alien. It slumped forward, landing face down on the table with a thud that silenced the bar.

The Klingon band stopped, everyone in the bar turned towards the table in the back. Jones put his slug thrower back into the holster and stood up and started towards the exit.

"Sorry bout the mess." Walt threw a strip towards the bar. The piece of metal landed with a clank, but was masked by the return of the normal din of the bar, and the wailing of the Klingon band.

 

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