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June Two Thousand One, Back in the days of Fun....
PILOTCHAT WARS
Episode VXI - Shelonei's Bounty
(C) Shadoedancer Creations 2k1
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[00:31] Rogue_Writing> I'm expecting Luke_Skywalker's head on a pike with a pink bow on it if I get this sucker done by Thursday night...
[00:32] Shelonei> why?
[00:32] Rogue_Writing> Why not?
[00:32] Shelonei> I mean, what's thursday have to do with it?
[00:32] Shelonei> not that his head on a pike with a pink bow is bad
[00:32] Rogue_Writing> Ahem.
[00:32] Shelonei> as long as I get to decapitate and pike it.
[00:33] Rogue_Writing> *When* do you leave for this shindig, again?
[00:33] Shelonei> I leave friday morning or something such
[00:33] Rogue_Writing> Ahem.
[00:33] Shelonei> oh.
[00:34] Shelonei> am I confused?
[00:34] Rogue_Writing> Mebbe. For you to have this thing, I'd have to finish and send by Thursday night.
[00:34] Shelonei> right....
[00:34] Shelonei> but I'm still trying to see why the piked head of the evil wannabe is imperative to this.
[00:34] Rogue_Writing> Bounty.
[00:37] * Shelonei will endeavor to get that piked head with the pink bow
[00:37] Shelonei> large or small bow?
[00:39] Rogue_Writing> However you can get it...
[00:40] Shelonei> *nod*
[00:40] Shelonei> Mission Accepted
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And thus my trek for this bounty began.
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I stayed for a little longer in the room, preparing for the arduous journey ahead of me, finally turning in around 2am Eastern American time. I woke early the next day, put my pack together, and began the tracking of the Luke Skywalker evil wannabe clone, (herein referred to as Faarmboy).
Little did Faarmboy know that the bacta-ice pack thrown at him had a tracker.... I knew that the door had hit him badly on his first attempt to leave, and the pack should be at his quarters by now. I pulled out a small receiver and noted the blip on the screen. The punk kid hadn't gone far. Pity this bounty was going to be so easy to catch.
The blip showed him as being in a dingy motel just a mile outside of the base. Shaking my head at his stupidity I hopped onto my speederbike and headed over. I parked out front, checked to be sure my blaster was set on stun, my vibroblades in boot and wrist sheathes, and stun cuffs clipped to my belt. All was as it should be.
I entered the office and confronted the manager on duty. "There's a kid here, sandy hair, bad attitude, quotes films constantly, what room?" I said rapid-fire.
The manager just blinked, took in my blaster and the stuncuffs and shook his head. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a "death glare." His eyes widened and he stammered, "uh, he uh, room 312!" I nodded my thanks and left a few creds on the counter as I left.
Room 312, the door barely stood on its hinges. I unclipped the restraining lash on my holster and kicked the door in. I entered, my blaster loose, and my fingertips resting on it. The room was as dark and dingy as the rest of the motel, the few old-fashioned lamps barely lighting it. My eyes adjusted quickly, I didn't get my reputation as a "Maladjusted Creature of the Night" for no reason.
The room was empty, the covers on the single bed tossed back in a messy fashion. An empty carton of Tatooinian Dewback Slices lay on the floor, and a half finished case of cheep beer lay in the corner, empty cans scattered throughout the place.
The sound of retching came from the 'fresher. Cautiously I made my way over, taking my blaster in hand. The door was open and I entered, blaster raised and leveled at the form hugging the waste unit. He raised his head. A moment of confusion flickered in his eyes, recognition soon on it's heels.
"'You've got a lot of nerve coming here after what you pulled,'" he quoted in slurred speech.
I raised an eyebrow silently.
"'What're you doing here?'"
"Putting everyone out of their misery," I said coldly. There was a blue flash, and he slumped against the waste unit.
I pulled his inert body over to the bed, used a wet towel to clean his head off a bit. The next thing I had in mind would hurt him had he been conscious, but I had the stun bolt on highest setting.
With a flick of my wrist, the smaller of my vibroblades shot into my hand, I carved the skin of the neck all the way around, and then peeled it up like the skin of a citrus fruit. Dropping the blade on the bed beside the body, I pulled out the larger one in my boot, and sawed through the muscle and bone of his neck, closer to the base of his head. I cleaned both blades and returned them to their hidden places. I pulled the neck skin back down and tied it tightly with a bit of string, so that the leaking of brains and blood would be minimal, pulling a larger self locking plastine bag from my pocket, I dropped the head in and shut it. I left a few hundred credits on the bureau for whoever had to clean up the mess I left behind. I'd gotten what I came for.
After tossing the head in my bag on the speederbike, I rode off to find myself a spear to pike it on, and a pink bow. First I headed to the crafty part of town. I found a medium sized garishly pink bow in one end of the shopping center, and a long "Collectible Ewok Spear" at the other. I shook my head, they'll sell anything around here, I thought to myself.
It was now past lunch time, and I was famished, I stopped by a local cantina for some food and a good spiced ale. The food was terrible, and the ale almost as bad, but I choked it down. After scaring off a few overly attentive males, I stalked out and mounted my speederbike.
Once I returned to the base, I went to an empty room and put my grisly gift together. I unwrapped and unstrung the head and stuck it on the butt end of the spear. I used the string again to lash the neck skin around the spear to hold the head in place. A few droplets of blood trickled down the spear but it soon stopped before it could reach the floor, I had let enough of it bleed out while preparing the head back at the motel. I pulled out the garishly pink bow and affixed it around the neck to "pretty it up." R5 hadn't been specific about WHERE the bow was to be affixed.
I sighed, and held back my handiwork to get a good look at it. "Too bad you didn't know when to stop, kid," I spoke to the head as I shook my own. "Hate it when I have to go after young ones."
Hefting the pike in my hand I headed over to the main area room, put it behind the changing screen so's not to alarm any "innocents" who may wander in. Sitting in a comfortable chair in front of the selfsame screen, I pulled out my datapad and settled in to wait for R5 to return.
Hope she has things ready by Thursday.... but if not, it was a partially personal grudge, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
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