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The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-04-2007
After I brushed the vomit-taste outta my mouth, & took 3 more painkillers, I pulled my clothes on & read the note Ebola left me, sayin' that she's waitin' down in the Hood's mess hall for the breakfast I promised her.
I'll buy 'er whatever she wants, but I think I'll stick with some soup myself.
I sit on the edge 'o the bed & turn on the media wall as I pull on my boots.
"ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT FOR YOU. THIS IS THE COLONY NEWS SERVICE...NEW LONDON- FOUR REPRESENTITIVES OF-----"
I turn down the volume to a dull roar as quick as I could, before my head explodes or blood starts flowin' from the corners of my eyes or somesuch, & start lookin' around tryin' to remember what direction I flinged my duster last night.
While I'm lookin' I notice a couple strands 'o long hair restin' on the pillow beside the one I was usein' last night.
Heh! 'Hair 'o The Dog'...not only is it a good idea, it's funny on a couple 'o levels.
I find my coat & finish up gatherin' my things....
"...And in the world of entertainment.." the media wall continues ta blather, "..Scream-Queen starlet Gretchen Koenig was killed yesterday in a gruesome accident during the filming of the latest installment of the popular 'Non-Compos Mentis' series, which resulted in the severing of her body at the waist. Shocked cast members were quick to assure the public that produc--click--
I turn off the power, lock the door, & head down fer breakfast w/ a weird feeling of deja' vu.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-05-2007
After Breakfast w/ Moira, I went back home to Islay so I could fix the rep issues I aquired during all my fightin's w/ the Molly's in Dublin. The Bret Navy wasn't bein' no bother, so I signed up ta 86 me some Hunters.
Now, there were these two fellas named 'Darth' & 'Jamez' outside Islay when I first docked, but I paid 'em no mind past offerin' up my standard 'Howdy' ta those that show green ta me.
On the way ta my mission I realized these fellers were outside in my front yard baitn' me...& I took it.
I cancelled my mission, & invited 'em ta come talk to me about it in front of Gaia ...one at a time.
Now, y'all know by now, my cookie crumbles kinda slow, & it took awhile ta talk it out... but, Edinburgh is my home & I don't take kindly ta people trackin' mud 'round my house.
I took a peek at Jamez first, cause that muppet seemed ta be the bigger gun 'tween the two, so I asked him ta go sit on the bleachers & have a tall glass of lemonaide while enjoying the view of the rumble.
I sat & cracked my knuckles while waitin' fer Darth ta fire on me first, & we sat eyeballin' each other till I basically told 'em that daylight was burnin'.
Fire on me he did, & my shield went south in one shot.
I got to a full gallop quick as silver & worked my tail off just gettin' him in my sights.
Soon enough, I got a couple of good shots on him, but was startin' ta think maybe my mouth was writing a bad check...I had a moment though, when, during a roll, I saw Darth start ta pass under me... so I closed my eyes, exhaled, & pulled the trigger.
By the time I straightened out, I realized Darth took the 'Shortcut To Hell' & was gone.
Now... that got Jamez's dander up somethin' fierce: He puffed out his chest & charged me like an ancient Texas longhorn.
I 'ole'd him like a bullfighter... circleing him & punchin' his shields a fair bit, but... he zigged when I zagged & that puffy gunboat chest 'o his knocked me into a fireball.
Looks like Gaia found her balance.
Now fellas: Since, as far as I can tell, we ain't enemies...I'm willin' ta buy the beer on neutral ground sometime if y'all get thirsty at some point.
BUT... (& hear me here Gentlemen) ...I can drink blood just as well as beer & still get a buzz, so, I'm gonna go about my business unless y'all got other plans.
talk ta all 'o y'all tomorrow...I'm off ta go paint a silhouette of Darth's boat under my cockpit window. :yahoo:
The Plague Logs - The Banger Grim - 07-08-2007
::Encrypted::
Location: Glendale Station
To: Yersinia Pestis
I only have a moment...The suits at the GF are breathing down my neck to make a position statement on the "Inqusition" ...& I'm starting to think that taking this promotion was a bad idea.
Honestly, I couldn't care less...If they wanna kill their own...Let 'Em.
I reviewed your reports, & I want to make sure I read it correctly: Burg finally nabbed his first REAL kill since his dystemperment?
If so, it's about time.
...I know what your gonna say, so just save it.
Well, As long as he's still playing the part of 'Cowpoke' You have my permission to get the pack together & let 'em fight for the Shortcut.
Make sure though, that you invite him to defend his position.... I will order you if you force me.
I assume dinner is still on at our regular spot next week?
Caul
::Message Ends::
The Plague Logs - Nivek Erieth - 07-08-2007
::Encrypted::
Location: California Minor
First, Damn you for sending me to this Hellhole...I'd rather sweat on Harris than freeze here.
& yes, as far as I know, dinner is still on.
I'll go ahead & message Dengue tomorrow to rally the pack & start the competition sometime in the next couple of weeks...& I don't care what you say, I miss him too, but I REALLY think bringing Marburg back into the loop this soon is a HUGE mistake.
On another front, I recived Rhiannon O'Donnell's progress report from the Shetland yesterday, & her mark is still in play. I'll keep you posted if there are any notable developments.
I'll meet all of you at the 'restauraunt' on Tuesday.
Y.
::Message Ends::
The Plague Logs - Ophiuchi - 07-08-2007
:: Encrypted ::
Location: Indeterimate
Think, ye chowder heads.
The Inquisition may be blind hateful fools, who might just be of use blindly advancing our own cause.
And as t' 'burg. Give 'im the chance. He'll either take the fookin' shortcut, or become a wee cinder in the process. Either way, we'll ken 'is worth.
I can't make dinner. Things t' do, and hides t' skin.
Ebola
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-08-2007
Howdy y'all...I know it's been a few days since y'all heard any peep outta me, but, there just ain't been much ta say.
I've been stickin' on Islay, mostly kickin' back in my cabin convelessing...with an occasional trip downstairs to the 'Green Hell' just ta make sure my drinkin' muscles don't atrophy.
Last night, I was feelin' a might clausterphobic on station, so, I went out to stretch my legs & log some sky-time.
I put my boat in park & sat idle just outside of the Sh*tland's firing range, & lost track of time starin' at Gaia just spinnin' & doin' her thing.
I'll admit somethin' to y'all right now that I ain't ever gonna repeat again:
The twin suns of Edinburigh were shining down the way they do, & fer the first time, I noticed that the Sh*tland casts a big, dark shadow on the surface of the planet........It made me cry.
Anyway, I shook it off & wiped my eyes when I saw another big 'ol pleasure boat pop on to my radar.
I was feelin' all mad & weepy, & I was fightin' every urge in my being ta just blow that big, ugly, unnatural thing away...but, It woulda just felt... wrong if I did it like that.
What felt right though, was the instinct ta at least go up, hike my leg on him, & mark my territory. So, that's just what I did.
This Fella, Eman Modnar... sounded rushed & abit short w/ me, but was a polite enough guy while I sized him up, so, I just offered up a "friendly" reminder that basically, in not so many words, that as long as he flies in Edinburigh, he's flyin' in MY sky.
If he starts rethinkin' his choice 'o business partners, I'll start rethinkin' the world 'o hurt I wanna bring down on 'em.
As it stands, I got my eye on that boy.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-11-2007
I'm still stickin' close to home...I'm healin' just fine, but, I'm just bein' lazy I s'pose.
I did get off my duff a few times today ta go out & make back the some of the money I spent in the last couple of days here on station.
As long as I was at it, I went & fixed my reputation w/ BMM...
(While I was out chasin' rabbits, & just practicin' my aim on Hunters & Outcasts & the like, I took a passin' glance at my transponder & noticed that at some point, them BMM fellas sent a green signal to it.)
Well, I figured I've already got my kickin' boots on & I'd just jump on into Leeds & start diggin' into their warren.
Them little bunnies at LD14 are a might skittish, & I had ta dig pretty deep & get my muzzle all muddy before they came up ta try & nip my nose.
I'll admit it was sorta fun fer a little bit, tractorin' in a whole mess 'o Bret Lawmen & whatnot, but, I was eyeballin' them BMM rabbits.
Ended up that it's taken me the majority 'o my day ta get their Owslow to see me red again.
I'm tired, & all runned out, so I'm goin' back ta Islay & fill up my drinkin' dish at the bar.
(I was thinkin' to myself about Ebola on the way back, cause I ain't seen her since The Hood...I got no regrets...& I'm pretty sure she don't either. Maybe she just knows that I can properly take care 'o myself now, & she's aimin' ta get back ta takin' care of her own hide.........I am startin' ta miss seein' her ship flyin' outside my window though.)
The Plague Logs - The Banger Grim - 07-11-2007
Caul made his way to a small isolated loch nestled in one of the mountian ranges on the surface of Gaia.
As he begins to reach the top of the fairly steep hill, he can see Dengue Connor & Yersinia Pestis placing containers of food in strategic spots on a large blanket just a stone's toss away from the small lake, as they were talking & laughing about something he was still too far away from to hear.
'Why does it always have to be such a hassle to get here?' he thought to himself as he made his way closer to them.
He paused for breath as the ground under his boots levelled off, & instantly realized that Hannah Lassa must have seen him first, because he almost lost his balance as she wrapped her arms around his neck & gave him a peck on the cheek.
"COLIN!! YOU MADE IT!!" she sqealed happily. "I thought you were going to be another no-show!"
Caulobacter Phage turned & shot her a look that was supposed to make her feel admonishment.
"Oh, give me a break, Sir!...We're all off the clock tonight. ...Besides, I like it when I get to call us all by our real names." she said, with her arms now crossed, giving him the kind of psuedo-hurt smirk that turned his intended admonishment back onto himself.
"Ok, Ok, ::sigh:: you win...Ms. 'Hannah Montgomery'...Happy now?"
"Very!" she crowed before she kissed him on the cheek again & headed back towards the blanket where dinner was now ready & waiting.
Colin took a seat on the blanket between Dengue & Yersinia with a groan that perfectly healthy old men tend give when they attempt to milk their age for sympathy.
"I'm sure we have some creamed vegetables around here somewhere for 'ya old man." Declan said as he handed Phage a plate.
On the opposite side of the Elder man, Ashleigh Harris quietly shook her head & laughed to herself as Colin Murphy lightly punched Declan in the shoulder...With a result that will likely show up on the younger man's arm tomorrow as a large, nasty-looking bruise.
"I know that I told you that I think bringing Damien back too soon would be a mistake," Ashleigh said to their leader, as she loaded up everyone's plates, "but honestly, I DO wish he were here today...Moira too"
"...I miss them both too" Colin sighed, "but, for now, it's just as well...that cowboy thing he's got going on right now really creeps me out...& Moira, ...has other 'issues' to take care of right now anyway."
"Since you two brought it up, can I tail him next?" Hannah tried to ask through a mouthful of broccoli. "Moira's hogging him!"
"huh?"
"what?"
"pardon?" they all asked in unison, sharing the same puzzeled expressions.
Hannah gimaces as she swallows, with an upward tilt of her head.
"...I SAID," she finally continued, "It's supposed to be MY turn on the rotation now...I really want to see Dimi too, & Moira's being a bogart about the whole thing!"
Colin simply said: "No"
"BUT!..." Ms Montgomery begain to whine,
..."I said no."
"FINE!!" she said spoiledly, & angrily shoved another large forkfull of food into her cheeks.
"Oh, lighten up Chipmunk!" Declan laughed. "I don't think Dimi's prepaired to bet against the kind of money you bring to the table anyway."
She just glared, & flipped him off, causing all the others to burst into the kind of laughter that waters the eyes.
Later, when they were all finished, Colin stood & stretched, walked a few paces away, then turned & made eye contact with Declan; giving the signal to follow him, as the two ladies paid no mind, & cleared the blanket while continuing on with their own conversation.
The two men sat facing each other on a small cluster of boulders just on the loch's edge.
"....I know you feel guilty Kid, it's been all over your face since I got here." Colin said after a few moments, "but, I'M the one that ordered Damien's Dystemperment."
"Yes Sir," replied the younger, "but, I can't help it...Burg & I are ALWAYS fighting about something, & I don't like the thought of having sicked that G*ddamned Antigen on him."
"That's simply the nature of the beast...if you can't roll with the punches the Universe gives you, it'll start kicking you when your down....you know this already kid."
Colin placed a hand on the despondant man's shoulder, "You should practice what you preach, & lighten up abit yourself."
Ashleigh & Hannah both yelled to the boys to hurry up & return to join them on the blanket.
"Hey, Dec," Colin said as they began making their way back, "When all is said & done, you know that I would take a bullet for each and every one of you, right?"
"Yeah, just so long as we tossed it to you!" Declan joked, allowing the sage advice sink in.
The four Plague Dogs ended their seasonal decompression dinner, quietly watching yet another spectacular Gaian suns-set together as a content, albeit temporarally incomplete Family.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-15-2007
Hey y'all, I'm back.
I ended up havin' a hell of a week...I started out just layin' low & practicin' my aim on occasion, & just bein' generally slothish as I healed up all proper.
Then, a couple 'o days ago, not far from Islay, I bumped into this SF Fella: MALTESEFALCON. Anyway, he made short work of me just a few moments after he said somethin' about me bein' a known drug-runner. As my ship exploded, & the ejection system wrapped me up in a stasis coccoon, I had that re-occouring dream of mine again:
I'm runnin' top speed away from who I now realize is 'ol MALT, but the full boat-load of synth-pot is makin' me feel like I'm movin' through, & breathin' water, & I can't get away fast enough.
It never dawns on me to simply drop the cargo...I just keep breathing the water like an idiot.
Most of the time in this dream, I DO shoot back at the SF, but, it's frustrating because no matter how big the cannons are on my X-Shuttle Watership, they can't do any damage to him.
The dream ALWAYS ends w/ my X-Boat exploding & the ejection system wrapping me up in a stasis coccoon.
...I woke up with a hell of a headache somewhere on Islay with a better idea of who I am & how I got here.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 07-15-2007
Accually, I went & forgot that I ain't finished:
Last night, I saw that feller 'Eman Modnar' again & I went to go have a visit with him.
It drives me nuts that I have 2 conflicting instincts about poundin' on that damn Dandy...On one hand, I wanna just rail off on 'em non-stop 'till I hear his head go, "sqish."
But, on the other hand, I can't do that 'till he starts tugging on the frayed strands that unravel the universe.
Damn instincts! :angry:I understand them, I just rightly can't explain 'em ta y'all
I never really got the chance to mark my territory on the Dandy, cause his kin kept swarmin' me like a hive of dirt-dobbers. They don't sting, they just kept nippin' at my Zen 'till it was all gone.
Dandy Von Modnar just kicked back, & watched me clear the sky, BUT, unlike last time we spoke, he started marking HIS territory. I was so busy, I didn't even notice till I got home that he 86'ed four of MY kin as revenge.
I'm really mad about that.
But, the part 'o me that sees glimpses of the bigger pattern of Gaia's Panorama, keeps me from kickin' him down.
I'm startin' to get it...Plague Dogs ain't Junkyard Dogs.
Speakin' of junk, that reminds me: I met me some "Inquisitors" today.
They came clompin' into my yard ontop of Islay with them jackboots of theirs makin' mud-prints in my sky.
...& they were yippin' somethin about civ pilots, acts of terrorisim, & the queen.
Those mud-slingin' thumpers were begining to get on my nerves, so I started tellin' their god to ready for blood... but I stopped just as I was about to give 'em both the finger, remembering the saying, "He who slings mud, only looses ground."
I stopped, & let 'em fireball me.
The media has a habit of bad-spin when it comes to us Gaians, but now that them MudThumpers drew first blood, I know their kind of short-sighted 'types', & who the 'terrorists' really are around here in Bretonia.