Tradewinds 18 CH 08“What is it now?” Striker demanded. Clearly trying to sound exasperated, yet somehow coming off sounding nervous instead, despite having the people who sank her ship right where she wanted them.
“Several of our crew! The ones that stayed with the cargo!” Mousy blurted. “They’ve all been killed!”
“What the hell is the meaning of this!?” Striker demanded, turning on Mercer.
“I don’t know what she’s talking about!” Mercer retorted, bristling with indignation. “Last I heard, we already secured the cargo holds…”
“We left our sisters in your care after they got left behind back in Alta,” Striker reminded him.
“They got left behind,” Mercer muttered, “because you just had to go after that ship, and business be damned.”
“That was business,” Striker informed him, gesturing to her nearest prisoners, “just as this is. They were <
Tradewinds 18 CH 07Justin and Shades quickly found the previously scant Excelsior crawling with extra hands, most of them Cyexian, from the look of them.
Wishing every step of the way that they’d had more opportunity to learn their way around this ship, they finally managed to make it back to their quarters. Mostly relieved that most of their unwelcome guests were on the lower deck levels, rather than up here. Ducking in the door just before several more pirates passed through. The complete absence of any struggle or alarm only increased their suspicions, as the rest of Mercer’s crew remained at large throughout the ship. As if it wasn’t awkward enough sneaking around a vessel full of armed enemies in just their swim trunks.
They were both about to grab their weapons— and some clothes— when they heard someone talking outside their door.
Looking frantically about the room, they both scrambled underneath the nearest bed, regretting that if they weren’t
2nd Dudes 5And it came to pass that whilst Scoot was Outer Space Meditating in the Library, the God of Day-Dreamin’ Fazes didst appear before him as a Wookiee that had stuck a quarter in a power socket.
But Scoot levitated whilst he meditated, and Matt didst blink at him, then he didst walk back out of reality. He didst walk back in a moment later, as if expecting something else.
But Scoot was still levitating whilst he was meditating.
‘Hast thou been in the Kentucky Fried Chicken again?’ asked the God of Being Crunchy, and Good with Catsup.
But Scoot didst continue to meditate and levitate, in deep thought.
‘Eureka!’ quoth Scoot as he didst open his eyes without warning.
Matt didst sniff his armpit, then said unto him, ‘I do not!’
‘No,’ quoth Scoot, ‘I just thought of something.’
‘Did it hurt?’ spake the God of Froot Loops.
‘Ha!’ quoth Scoot. ‘Verily I say, every time thou hear’st me, thou shalt