Archive for August 19th, 2010

19
Aug
10

Joy Ride

Her arms were wrapped around his waist and fear ripped through her mind but she couldn’t close her eyes. Her hair was whipping in all directions and she could feel the sun beating down on her scantily covered body. She didn’t care. Not even the adventure to Harrington Sky Bridge could match the adrenaline surging through her veins. Chen Hai Dozo was 8 annuls, very handsome, golden yellow skinned and broad shouldered. Joia could feel his heart pounding with hers as they sped through the busy park.
“You like this?”
“Kidding, right? This is fabulous! I’ve never gone this….Whoa!” Chen leaned into the jetcycle and they were both pulled violently but the bike safely avoided a small group of people having a picnic. Joia panicked and Chen felt her tense up. He chuckled and accelerated down an empty foot path.
“Chen, be careful!”
“Scared?”
“NO! er, yeah, a little bit.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing, babe.”
Joia looked at him for a moment and seemed to be in agreement. She’s really impressed by how Chen had been handling the jetcycle. Sure, she was scared but no more than she’d been at amusement parks. Joia felt all twisted inside and squeezed her legs tighter as he banked the jetcycle hard to the left and they headed off into the farm lands of inner Southgate.
There were fields of wheat and barley as far as the eye could see in every direction and the hills rose and fell like motionless ocean waves as the two daring adolescents skimmed the crests of wheat. Several times they’d dipped low enough for the stalks to brush their grains against her bare legs but it was only for a moment and then Chen would pull back on his mechanized thunderbolt and it would rise up making the grasses out of their reach again.
After a while as the town disappeared beneath the rolling hills there appeared a small grove of trees. Chen pointed the bike in that general direction. The cycle was moving so fast that they were on top of the trees in a matter of decons and Chen brought the cycle to a stop right under a nice tree.
“Sweet”, commented Joia as she climbed off the bike. She was actually a little relieved to be back on the ground and her legs were quivering. She watched as Chen powered down the jetcycle and set its auto-stabilizer. He then opened up the saddle pack and pulled out some Gorken Ale. When he turned around he had a big smile on his face and Joia was a little surprised but also excited. Her father had given her sips of Romulan Ale before and although it was bitter, she liked the bubbles.
Gorken Ale was based on barley malt mixed with a hops brew. It was a unique flavor for ale giving it an extra tang on the palette and Joia seemed to like it very well. They both sat down against the tree and swigged their brews.
“Nothing like a nice cold brew after a hard run, ay little one?”
“I’m not so little anymore there, mister”, Joia replied with a smirk. “Besides, if my dad were here he’d tan your hide for this.”
Joia laughed and Chen, knowing her dad very well, paused in thought and then joined her in laughter.
“How’s your dad doing?”
“He’s been really busy, I guess. I write him every day but his work keeps him pretty occupied. I have no idea what he’s doing. He keeps telling me that it’s just boring star plotting but I know my dad. If he’s bored then he finds something interesting to do!”
“Do you think he’s…?”
“Nah, I don’t think he’s that interested in other women.”
“Joia, I think you’re kidding yourself. Wake up.”
Joia looked at him with a concerned frown but didn’t want to fight with him. They had been having too much. She looked over at the bike and widened her eyes.
“So how fast have you had that thing going?”
“7.5, but a buddy of mine had one up to 9.3. Of course that was on an open beach area and he was alone and…”
Joia felt a buzz from her pocket and she pulled out her PADD as he continued to explain why his friend could go faster. She didn’t want to interrupt him but this was an urgent call from her mother. It was a recorded message that would instantly contact her mother after Joia had listened to it.
“Chen… Please excuse me; I have to take this, okay?”
He nodded politely.
“Joia D’Cel Rosetto? I am tired of being ignored. We gave you that PADD for a reason and again you’ve shut off your locator function. Young lady, I am not pleased with your performance.”
The device immediately contacted Harriet and she knew who it was but simply answered, “Yes.”
“Mah…um… I’m not ignoring you. You gotta learn to trust me, okay? I’m not that little girl of 3 annul any more. Besides, I got your message and responded right away…”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Joia. It’s all those other offworlders who fly in and sweep you away with their unbridled charms! You never know WHAT those wackos are thinking.”
“Chen’s not a wacko. He’s a nice boy…”
“You’re with Chen right now? You are barely six and he’s eight going on twelve! I want you to…”
“Mom, He’s not like that… Geez…”
“Well, you know the rule. If your father was here, he’d be pretty upset. A message would have been nice to calm your mother though.”
“Yes Ma’am. I’m sorry. I forgot…”
“Well, I want you home by 15 dami; no excuses. That gives you 30 daki to say goodnight. Oh, by the way, just WHERE are you two? And it better be a public place.”
Joia cringed and didn’t know what to tell her. She looked at Chen who had been unintentionally listening and he was shrugging his shoulders. She’d get little help from him.
“We’re in the park. We have his jetcycle and will be home in 15 daki?” Joia looked for confirmation from Chen and he nodded.
“Jetcycle! Errrrggggg…. Girl, you frustrate me. You tell him to be careful and to keep it under 3.5 with you on the back! I’ll see you in 30.”

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19
Aug
10

Brunch


The two men sat opposite each other at a small table. The restaurant was quite busy and severs were in constant motion between their station, the kitchen and the floor. Both men clad business suits of the day, grey and grey-blue, and held menus in front of them. They weren’t reading them. It was all part of the façade on this ordinary late morning just passed light moon. Dishes were clanging and orders were called out as each man paused, looked up and around, at each other in silence and returned to their contemplations.
“He’ll believe anything that I tell him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I’ve worked with their family for years. He trusts my judgment. Besides, contract law was never his strong subject. That’s why I’m in his employ.”
Their eyes met and both smiled. K’Normians were shrewd businessmen, highly conservative and ever conscious of the bottom line. Aside from the Westen, there were no natives on K’Normia. The Terrans had been the dominating species for nearly 150 years. Native simply meant born on the planet. Their culture was primarily of Federation tradition, however, over the years they had developed their own unique customs and adapted some of the Westen ritual and pomp. Business meetings over a mid-morning meal were one such adaptation.
“But how are you going to convince him not to sell? The offer is highly reasonable and it is obvious that his interest in the business has waned.”
“Just leave that all up to me, Barclay. I know how to cast lures.”
A young server approached the table with a bubbly charm,
“Are you two gentlemen— Mr. Swanson! How are you today?”
He looked up from his menu and was staring into Joia’s bright blue eyes.
“Good Morning, Joia. When did you start working here?”
“Today’s actually my first day”, she claimed in an almost apologetic manner as she clutched her PADD close to her chest. “Mom thought I needed to get out of the house this year during first break. I am 6 annuls now, Mr. Swanson.”
There were three major breaks in the school year, one in late Koon that usually ended after the first week of Lapi, the second was post-Kie during mon of Sela and the third was the Neannul break which straddled Sune and Anna.
“Indeed you are, Joia.” He looked at her with a kind eye. Although he had no offspring he felt parental pride for a moment. “Please forgive my rudeness; this is Mr. Barclay, a business consultant. And this,” he paused with a quaint hand gesture, “is Mr. Rosetto’s daughter, Joia.”
They nodded to each other as Swanson quickly glanced at the menu again.
“I think I’ll just have coffee and a cheese Danish, Mr. Barclay?”
“The same, I should think. With lemon.”
Joia jotted down their order and walked away with a huge smile.

19
Aug
10

Attention Span Deficit

Sal wasn’t paying much attention.  He was still concerned about Manning and his attitude.  Trust was understandable however in Sal’s eyes he had now risked his own life twice in the same night and was still no closer to getting a job than he was 16 hours ago.  Manning was hiding something.  There was some other reason why he was intentionally being vague about signing Shane and him on.  He also didn’t know who this Parson character was that had seemingly dropped out of the sky.  Was he a member of the crew as well?  Sal did not remember seeing him earlier at the Maze.  He seemed willing enough to help, seemed to know Nickles as well as Pher.  Sal could only assume that he was indeed a crew member.

There was a buzz in his pocket and Sal knew who it was.  He had half expected it to occur at a less reasonable time.  Reaching in with his free hand, he pulled out his PADD and looked.  It was a message from Joia.  Her button-nosed face had filled the display and it brought a smile to his face.  It was accompanied by a frown because right now he really wanted Harry’s results.  Two full days had passed on K’Normia since he had sent his message.  As they see each other on a daily basis, Sal knew that she had had plenty of time to ask her father about Manning.  He put in back in his pocket knowing what ever it was it would have to wait until they got settled somewhere.




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