Another spacer. We (as the tagline says) party down.
Holy Crap!! I just found out how to type in colors!! Neat.
Anyway, I for one do not give a flying fart how we split up the imaginary game cash that doesn’t exist. Let me know when it’s over and if there is anything I can do to help.
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Taevas’ skill at stealthy pilfering was unmatched. Item by electronic item she slowly, quietly retrieved for Grims list. It wasn’t until lunch time that there was a hitch. She was in a darkened corridor that opened out in to the crowded cafeteria. The arm sized radio antenna was far too long to hide in her Guard uniform so she would have to time her exit from the shadowy hallway, through the full lunch crowd and out the main exit perfectly and hope luck was with her. As it was, her luck just ran out.
Sgt. Graves, the meanest screw ever to walk the halls of P239, was returning from outside duty with a cadre of fellow guard hanger ons. He angled his group right through lunch crowd and was heading straight for Teavas hidden spot. In seconds he and his men would see the secretive thief and no doubt have questions about the removed company equipment.
Guard Okasawa was watching events unfold from around the desert section and decided to act.
“You there, blondie, you just said you don’t like the gift of food Sternmetal provides? Why don’t you eat a fist sandwich!!” Jie yells then swings at the confused female blonde inmate with a right hook (Roll: 2d6+0+1 8 = 6[d6]1[d6]0+1) and barley connects. The innocent victims’ food tray flies into the faces of the convicts behind her, all of them female weight lifters who have cut their prison smocks to reveal ample amounts of female physique.
“Bitch! I heard about you!” yells Carlotta the leader of this gang. “Now to teach you who really rules the cooler!” With that, Carlotta and 2 of her large bosomed, young followers leap at Jie who then topples over the counter into a large serving vat of Jell-o. Jie’s attempts to escape the grips of the aggressive young girls only succeeds in having her padded mesh uniform nearly torn from her by their eager, groping hands. The four of them wrestle around in the very large gelatin vat pulling hair and grabbing arms and legs, Jie sees a way to get the upper hand on the situation by throwing off the last remnants of her uniform and jumping on a prostrate Carlotta in only her scarlet red bra and panties. The other two athletic Furies leap on Jie and try to hold her down anyway they can.
Sgt Graves, just two steps from turning the corner and spying Taeva stops in his tracks and says “There is a situation brewing men! Let’s take a look!” the he literally runs toward the other side of the cafeteria, using his stun stick on any who would get in his way.
With all eyes on the jell-o covered ruckus, Taeva swiftly and successfully makes her move.
Jie nods at Will. She puts the H.U.D. goggles on and begins to use her 2 stealth daggers as claws while typing in the Astrological co-ordinents for the Dallia highport. The task is difficult but with time she eventually muddles through the math.
“I t’ink I gobb it Cabbtain.” Jie sniffles as she removes the goggles. Her eyes are blood red and swollen. Tears and boogers ooze off her face as she breathes in choppy, ragged breaths.
“Oh dear, girl. You must be allergic to something on this ship. But what could it be?” Will wonders as he absentmindedly swipes a hair ball off his command chair.
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