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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1114437" data-attributes="member: 6294"><p><strong>"Blast Off!" - Part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>Captain John Fury executes a perfect somersault as his rocket pack carries him high above the surge of play. Fury twists his entire body, arm snapping 'round to send a small, hard ball flashing across the rocketball pitch. The ball rebounds smartly off the very centre of the game's multicoloured target, causing lights to flash and a siren to blare.</p><p></p><p>"Dash it, Fury - how do you do it!" a laughing player looks up from the ground, "Even the Mission City Meteors would have trouble with that shot."</p><p></p><p>Fury shrugs, teeth dazzling as he smiles,</p><p></p><p>"The Meteors are overrated. The Falcons - now <em>they're</em> a rocketball team." He looks ready to say more, but a warbling noise distracts his attention, "Give me a moment, old man. The office is calling."</p><p></p><p>Fury floats gently down to the ground, looking at a bulky, wrist-mounted communicator as he does so. A red button flashes, and the Captain presses it, his expression tense but eager.</p><p></p><p>There's a staccato noise of percussion printing, and a thin strip of ticker tape spits out of the side of the communicator. Fury scans it briefly, then turns and calls back to the other player,</p><p></p><p>"Sorry, Algernon, but I'll have to cut my game short. Mother's calling."</p><p></p><p>Algernon smirks, his freckled skin dimpling.</p><p></p><p>"If the Commander ever hears you calling him that, he'll have you piloting a trash tanker, John."</p><p></p><p>Fury grins back,</p><p></p><p>"You worry too much, Algernon. Rather like Mother. Same time next week?"</p><p></p><p>"Wild horses couldn't stop me."</p><p></p><p>Divesting himself of the rocket pack, Fury waves to the other players, and strides briskly away from the pitch, as the game once more soars into the air behind him.</p><p></p><p>Minutes later, uniform sharply creased and hair back to its immaculate best, the Captain emerges from the rocketball complex and hops onto one of the nearby travel-ways, letting it carry him toward the Space Force Headquarters. He nods to two young women as he passes, and they burst into girlish giggles, craning their necks for some time to watch him travel away.</p><p></p><p>Space Force Headquarters is a shining white tower, many hundreds of feet tall. The roof, so high it nearly touches the city's gleaming dome, bristles with antennae and other electronic gizmos. A gigantic blue and gold Space Force shield - identical to the one on Fury's uniform, but many times larger - is the building's only other distinguishing feature.</p><p></p><p>"Morning, Maggie." Fury nods pleasantly to the blonde secretary on the front desk. The young woman blushes as she stammers out a response, turning bright red as Fury throws her a wink. "Is the Commander in?"</p><p></p><p>"R-room th-three-oh-seven, Captain." She ducks her head at his regard, and Fury takes a moment to lean on the desk, giving her his warmest smile.</p><p></p><p>"There's a new French restaurant just opened on Gagarin Street." Fury mentions, his voice casual, "I was thinking about giving it a try, but it's such a bore to go alone. Perhaps you'd like to keep me company?"</p><p></p><p>Maggie nods, obviously too overwhelmed to speak, and Fury gives her a breezy smile.</p><p></p><p>"Much obliged, old girl. I'll pick you up at seven."</p><p></p><p>Whistling jauntily, the Captain steps aboard a nearby travel-way, giving Maggie one last smile as he does so. The young woman has a phone to her ear, and is clearly bouncing up and down in her chair as she talks. She gives him an enthusiastic wave.</p><p></p><p>When Fury steps off the travel-way, it is into a sparsely-furnished waiting room. Thinly padded benches line the walls, interspersed with some rather sorry-looking potted plants.</p><p></p><p>Doctor Gustav, Archie and Princess S'Ondra are already present. The robot holds a hatch on the side of its own torso open while the Doctor fusses around inside.</p><p></p><p>"Hold this would you, Leibchen?" he reaches back without looking; thrusting a sprocket at Fury. The Captain takes it without noticing, his eyes firmly fixed on the gorgeous young Venusian woman.</p><p></p><p>Fury opens his mouth, but before he can speak, a door on the other side of the room swings open, and a junior officer leans in,</p><p></p><p>"Commander Ivanov will see you now."</p><p></p><p>Fury steps forward, holding the door for the others. He favours S'Ondra with his most dazzling smile as she moves past, but the Princess brushes by without even so much as acknowledging his presence.</p><p></p><p>The Captain's eyebrow rises, very slowly, as he twists his head to watch the Venusian's shapely form disappear into the next room.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1114437, member: 6294"] [b]"Blast Off!" - Part 2[/b] Captain John Fury executes a perfect somersault as his rocket pack carries him high above the surge of play. Fury twists his entire body, arm snapping 'round to send a small, hard ball flashing across the rocketball pitch. The ball rebounds smartly off the very centre of the game's multicoloured target, causing lights to flash and a siren to blare. "Dash it, Fury - how do you do it!" a laughing player looks up from the ground, "Even the Mission City Meteors would have trouble with that shot." Fury shrugs, teeth dazzling as he smiles, "The Meteors are overrated. The Falcons - now [I]they're[/I] a rocketball team." He looks ready to say more, but a warbling noise distracts his attention, "Give me a moment, old man. The office is calling." Fury floats gently down to the ground, looking at a bulky, wrist-mounted communicator as he does so. A red button flashes, and the Captain presses it, his expression tense but eager. There's a staccato noise of percussion printing, and a thin strip of ticker tape spits out of the side of the communicator. Fury scans it briefly, then turns and calls back to the other player, "Sorry, Algernon, but I'll have to cut my game short. Mother's calling." Algernon smirks, his freckled skin dimpling. "If the Commander ever hears you calling him that, he'll have you piloting a trash tanker, John." Fury grins back, "You worry too much, Algernon. Rather like Mother. Same time next week?" "Wild horses couldn't stop me." Divesting himself of the rocket pack, Fury waves to the other players, and strides briskly away from the pitch, as the game once more soars into the air behind him. Minutes later, uniform sharply creased and hair back to its immaculate best, the Captain emerges from the rocketball complex and hops onto one of the nearby travel-ways, letting it carry him toward the Space Force Headquarters. He nods to two young women as he passes, and they burst into girlish giggles, craning their necks for some time to watch him travel away. Space Force Headquarters is a shining white tower, many hundreds of feet tall. The roof, so high it nearly touches the city's gleaming dome, bristles with antennae and other electronic gizmos. A gigantic blue and gold Space Force shield - identical to the one on Fury's uniform, but many times larger - is the building's only other distinguishing feature. "Morning, Maggie." Fury nods pleasantly to the blonde secretary on the front desk. The young woman blushes as she stammers out a response, turning bright red as Fury throws her a wink. "Is the Commander in?" "R-room th-three-oh-seven, Captain." She ducks her head at his regard, and Fury takes a moment to lean on the desk, giving her his warmest smile. "There's a new French restaurant just opened on Gagarin Street." Fury mentions, his voice casual, "I was thinking about giving it a try, but it's such a bore to go alone. Perhaps you'd like to keep me company?" Maggie nods, obviously too overwhelmed to speak, and Fury gives her a breezy smile. "Much obliged, old girl. I'll pick you up at seven." Whistling jauntily, the Captain steps aboard a nearby travel-way, giving Maggie one last smile as he does so. The young woman has a phone to her ear, and is clearly bouncing up and down in her chair as she talks. She gives him an enthusiastic wave. When Fury steps off the travel-way, it is into a sparsely-furnished waiting room. Thinly padded benches line the walls, interspersed with some rather sorry-looking potted plants. Doctor Gustav, Archie and Princess S'Ondra are already present. The robot holds a hatch on the side of its own torso open while the Doctor fusses around inside. "Hold this would you, Leibchen?" he reaches back without looking; thrusting a sprocket at Fury. The Captain takes it without noticing, his eyes firmly fixed on the gorgeous young Venusian woman. Fury opens his mouth, but before he can speak, a door on the other side of the room swings open, and a junior officer leans in, "Commander Ivanov will see you now." Fury steps forward, holding the door for the others. He favours S'Ondra with his most dazzling smile as she moves past, but the Princess brushes by without even so much as acknowledging his presence. The Captain's eyebrow rises, very slowly, as he twists his head to watch the Venusian's shapely form disappear into the next room. [/QUOTE]
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