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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jasper" data-source="post: 1479369" data-attributes="member: 277">Chapter 3 Hello Time to Die!    Sir Lawrence Knight the Third awoke with a blinding hang over. He reached over and buzzed the steward for a powder. When the steward did not appear he buzzed again and again. Forget about that peon. The lackey had switched his drink order with some rot gut. I never have hangovers. Stupid steward allowing a cat to be seating in the prime seat before him. A good swift kick in the neither regions would look good on both of them. Lawrence giggled and wiped the foam from his mouth.     Thirsty. The gallery should not be closed. I will just open it for business myself. Stupid steward how dare, he thinks a cat is nobler than me. Hmm. This knife should let me open the auto bar. Where is that steward? He would look good with a couple of holes in him. Why is this thing not opening? Damn. Scratched myself. Speaking of scratching time for little kitty to die!“Here Kitty kitty kitty,“ called Lawrence. “Time for some tuna sword fish.” He pressed the room door buzzer repeatedly.  He pounded repeatedly on the door.    Brenda heard the buzzer and stumbled toward the door. “I wonder who it is this time of night “spoke groggily she reached for the knob.    “Nooo” mew Himme.     Brenda shook the cobwebs out of head. She looked through the peep out to see Sir Lawrence slashing at the door and kicking it. Suddenly she was totally awake. She slapped the buzzer and intercom for the steward but got no answer. She yanked the mattress off the bed cursing as she broke four nails during the process. The mattress would be a pitiful barrier. She spied Himme diving into her carrying case. Brenda deactivated the secure button which automatically clamped the module to decking. She shook Himme out of the case ignoring the hissing as she held the mattress up to door sideways and hit the secure button. The module hummed then hiccup and hummed louder and finally activated through the heavy layers of the mattress.    “You think that will work Himme?” asked Brenda.    “Nooo” mew Himme.Brenda, “What was I thinking? A sideways mattress to keep a madman out?” She paused. Then open her drawer. Himme hopped on the dresser and spied into the drawer. Brenda grabbed her squealer, her ear muffs, and the tranq sprayer. “The captain will properly have me arrested at the next stop but I not going down with out a fight. “ She tossed her night gown off and started donning her tight cloth and reflect outfit. “Himme it was nice that your old crazy lady made sure your care taker had a clothing allowance to include protection. Of course I would wonder why she only specified only black elbow length cloth reflect armour gloves, they been out of fashion for decades. These things cost as much as the cloth armour does. Why doesn’t the steward answer?”     “Out” mew Himme.    “No! “, yelled Brenda.    Stupid Brenda! Why doesn’t that sweet thing come out to play? Bet she is good… What is the lift doing coming down? Hey I left the gallery light on. I bet I can surprise Mr. Warren.    Lawrence scuttled off down toward the gallery. With the lights at midnight level you could only see where to place your feet and small pools of lights in front the cabin doors. A rightly thing it is.    Slowly Lawrence snuck up on Warren. The first time dear old Warren knew Lawrence was about was went the blade cut his throat. “Now serving stewed brewed tattooed steward. Madam Himme would you like a fine cut of this meat? “, giggled Lawrence as he stabbed and carved the body of head steward up. Lawrence got mad when he stuck the knife into the steward ribs and couldn‘t free the blade. He fumed a bit and then remembered the heavy silver serving tray. It wasn’t as nice as the gold plated one at home but the dear colonel McQuade head would look nice on the silver platter. Plus his gold hilted cutlass would look good on his hip. The jar head probably bought it at the naval base PX. Nice heft this ought to out bash the uppity officer’s head  right in. He enjoyed the sounds of giggling. Press the buzzer. Press the buzzer. Wakey Wakey Mr. Colonel Time to Die! Come on sleepy head to the door. It would be a tray a d for you to die so young. Or me to die of boredom.    Frank rolled out of bunk instantly alert. Ignoring his slight hangover he grabbed his cutlass from the rack. He shuffled over the door and spied Sir Lawrence through the peek hole. He opened the door and asked,” What do you want at this time of the night kid?” His answer was the three kilogram tray cracking his skull!    Frank threw up his left arm while simultaneously drawing his cutlass and dropping the scabbard. Lawrence’s second shot bruised his arm and taking enough force off the blow that only the handle ripped open the skin above his left eye. The kid laugh off the rib shot he struck Lawrence with the flat of blade. He moved out of the cabin to get more room while Lawrence swung another blow at his head which nearly duck. His shot nearly folded the tray in half and the tray bounced off of Lawrence’s face after breaking his nose. He giggled and flicks of foam dribbled down his chin. Both heard doors opening and then an alarm. Frank knew it well from his career. Hijacking in progress lock down. He slipped on some blood while body checking the kid. He noticed his brother, Jesse charging to his rescue. The alarm when into high gear as finally he clipped the yahoo behind the year with the hilt. Lawrence went limp.    Corpsman Alice Rascon woke to the sounds of battle. She rolled off her bunk groping for her snub pistol. As she was rising she noticed that Pvt Archibald Mathies had been pinned to his bunk with his own cutlass. The meter of steel showed halfway out the bottom of the cot. Jack and Mom were yelling and screaming at each other while fighting for possession of a cutlass both were foaming at the mouth. She heard Pvt Donald N.T. Call giggling as he pump shot after shot of his shot gun into the comm. As he turn to bear on her she fired twice and saw him go down. Staff Sgt John Bobo was shouting mutiny while trying to bandage is leg and reach for his side arm a few meters away. Donald yells started become gurgles as Pvt Martin O May cut his throat and started giggling.     “Freeze!”, bellowed Alice as Mom continued to saw with at Donald’s neck with a hand on each end of sword. Mom ignored Alice and continued sawing and giggling. Alice grabbed Mom by her hair and yelled, “Dammit Mom! I said freeze!” while shoving the pistol into Mom’s ear. Mom snarled and elbowed Alice in the midriff. The cutlass only made it halfway when Alice’s pistol barked into Mom’s ear.    “Don’t move Bobo!” shrieked Alice as she aimed center mass.    Bobo, “I am ice!” He slowly raised his hands as blood pooled around his leg.     Alice glanced around the cargo hold. Alex was moaning and trying to stop the bleeding from his nose as stared at the body of Lt Charles A MacGillivary who he just broke his neck seconds ago. “What happen?”    Bobo, “They just went mad! I was awaked by Call’s arguing with himself and Mom’s nightmare screams. Just as I started to get out of the rack he shot me. He was going to take another shot when the alert sounded then he started blazing away at it.”    Alex mumbled,” First thing I knew is I was toss out of my bunk. The L T. was trying to beat me black and blue. Then both Mom and Donald woke up screaming. Mathis didn’t have a chance. Donald skewered him before he could wake. Man I knew Mathis would die in his bed but not this way.”    Alice replied, “Alright I don’t know who started it. What started it? Or even if it is finished. I am  tranqing both of you to the gills.”    Bobo, “Belay that corpsman. We are obvious sane. You send us to beddy bye time and only you are left to take what comes through the hatch.”    Alice, ”Alright everyone gets a half dose. Then I work on your leg sarge.“  Alice proceeded to put her weapon on safe then look for her bag.        Back up in high passenger country, our travelers have a quick brain session after tying Sir Lawrence up. Since Squish is so big he takes up the lift by himself and Sharnatha is a medic they stay here and look in on the passengers. The McQuade brother will take the lift key and Squish the stateroom lock override key.     Minutes later Captain Cass J Mason of Death Dogs heard the lift stop at his level. He could not raise the other side of cargo hold. The SSP took up the center and no one thought to include an emergency hatch between the holds. Another SNAFU. He motioned the gunnery sergeant Adams to cover him with the LMG. The lift doors open and he shove the barrel of his shotgun up the nose of the intruder. Just as he was about to squeeze the trigger he recognized the person.    “Hey old man. Colonel could you please lower your weapon please. I would hate to tell the first shirt I blew you brains all over the bunk head. Besides he says you still own him a kilo credit.”    Frank replied, “How do I know you not insane?”Cass replied,” we Mad Dogs sirs of course we are not sane. But if you don’t lower your weapon it will be a pity to get your blood all over your cutlass sir. It set the battalion back a pretty penny.”Frank lower the shotgun he got from the ship’s locker he was proud of his former troops. He grinned, “I not mad but it affecting the whole ship. Lt Calamai is in charge. The ship’s captain is dead. My brother is securing the crew quarters and middle passengers. I left some travelers in charge of high passenger deck. Anything I can do to help?Cass replied, “Yes I lost communication with the other side the hold. Adams gives him the key. See if they secured over there and if the corpsman is alive tell her the autodoc took a couple of rounds. The package is secured but we need it out of the autodoc. Be careful.”Frank saluted and grabbed the key. “Up to middle passenger and over would be the quickest way?”Gunnery Sgt. Adams, “Correct sir. Nice to be serving again with you.”The doors close before he could complete his comment.Cass jacked into the communications and rang the bridge, “hello Lt. Calamai. As of now I am declaring a piracy boarding action. My men will help secure the ship. I will hold a briefing at 0800. Warn you surviving personnel if they as much wave a firearm in our direction they will be shot!”Lt Piero Calamai, “What? How dare you try to take over the ship?”</blockquote>

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