Message for Margarita

[majkp]

Message to: Margarita
Comm ID: sso|Roy.Batty

I was not kidding about the pizza Margherita!


And this is for you!


Hope to meet you again!

Roy Batty out.

[Virus]

"Oh, brother... I've got a stalker."

Transmit to: Roy
Comm. ID: Margarita

Hehe... I didn't think you were kidding, Roy. They do seem to be delicious... Though, I have a problem eating something with the same name as me.

Thanks for the flower. Its beautiful... I'll put it in the virtual flower pot. (:rolleyes:)

You better not try to meet me in Alpha. I can't guarantee everyone will understand what you're doing there.

Adios,
~Tu amor.


**OoC: Yes, Wolfpack, we are freaks.:P

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"Oh my...She replied!"

Message to: Margarita
Comm. ID: Roy.Batty

Don't forget to refill the water in that pot frequently they are so thirsty!

You may be right about Alpha, Margarita. It's a dangerous place, someone could get hurt. What about meeting in the astonishing dust clouds of Omega 15? Or are there another places to meet you without those jealous escorts?

Affettuoso Roy.

[Virus]

Message to: Roy Batty
Comm. ID: Margarita

Omega-15... I think I can do that. I'll meet ya there sometime soon.

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[Nightfall]

Roy Batty. A Bounty Hunter. Or a fool in love? He was definitely a shadow of the romantic picture of a knight in shiny armor, for the lawful at least, now deprived of all the pride and glory, sitting in a cell below the surface of Planet Malta. He got there after a lengthy duel with Bernard Fokke that ended with a surgical hit to Roy's Manta making it disintegrate in a matter of seconds.

Strike two.

Strike one was making the mistake of trusting an Outcast with taking him to Margarita for twenty million credits.

'True, he didn't promise or gave me his word... Blasted Outcast!'

Everything in the cell lost shape. Everything disappeared.

...

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

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Somewhere on Planet Malta, Omicron Alpha

***

Roy woke up on the floor of a dark dirty cell somewhere in the underground. The whole place looked like a venerable but abbandoned dungeon. One could hear no voice except the rustle of thousands feet of bedbugs. Roy sat in the corner and started to hold his head with hands. How did he get into this mess?

Since he met this Margarita, he couldn't stop thinking of her. He started to wander through Omicron Alpha more and more frequently trying to ask everyone for her while hiding in the clouds near Planet Malta, no matter how risky it was for a bounty hunter. He became well known among the Ghosts of Razgriz and they even started make jokes about his torment.

Finally he was spotted, as usually waiting 10k above Malta, by this Bernard Fokke. He first acted as if he wanted to help Roy in his search. Roy should have been more suspicious, especially when Bernard asked for the money. But Roy was blinded by the new chance to finally find Margarita and gave this man all his money - 20 mil. credits. Instead of taking him pass the defences down to Malta, Bernard engaged him taking full advantage of Roy's surprise. He even wasn't able to contact Mandy on sso| frequencies but there still was a hope to contact him if Roy somehow get's out. Anyway, Roy's Manta was destroyed no matter how hard he tried and that was the last memory he had before he woke up on the cell's floor.

Roy started to have a strange feeling that he's being watched, he stood up, walked to the grid and looked over the dark corridor. On the other side, there was a man standing leant upon the wall, watching Roy observingly with a mocking look on his face.

"What do you want from me? Kill me or leave me alone!", Roy shouted at the man who happened to be a certain Outcast named Miguel.

[Virus]

Margarita tapped Miguel on the shoulder, "You mind leavin' for a bit?" She thanked
him as he left for the next room.

"What a pitiful mess you are, there, hun." Margarita spoke quietly. She smiled
slightly, her sweet red lips parting just enough, "They didn't hurt you too much, did
they? Some of these guys can get pretty rough."

"Marg?... Margarita!" Roy jumped up from his corner and ran right to the edge of the
cell. It didn't help much, though, the door to the cell was still locked up tight and his
prize didn't move close enough for him to reach, yet. "That really you?"

"Perhaps... Perhaps not." Margarita ran to the cell bars and gave Roy a hug. "Nice to
see you again."

Roy breathed in. She had a light scent, a perfume, almost. Margarita whispered, "I
think I can get you out of here. Just wait here." She backed up slowly and ran out of
the room. Miguel sat back down.

"Oh, go away."

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[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Come now Roy, thats not the attitude is it ? We show you a little hospitality on Malta here, and thats the
thanks we get. You could be floating around the Siniestre now, running out of air. And that lovely girl pops
into see you, what more could you ask for ?"

Miguel leaned nonchalantly against the bars. He slipped a small cheroot from a hide case, put it between his
lips and lit it with a niobium plated lighter.

"Hell Roy, this firestarter has an sso| badge on it, can't remember the name of the unfortunate I took it off,
so many in the past, they tend to blur into one now.

The smoke curled lazily away. Miguel took another draw.

Consider yourself lucky Bernard was having a good day when he bumped into you. Maybe he thought a man
with unrequited love should be given the opportunity of a last breakfast and a blindfold, before the final walk
through the fields of gold."

Miguel slipped the lid of the case again and handed a cigar to Roy.

"Women eh, look at the trouble they get you into. Can't live with em, can't live without them. And doesn't the
almighty have a sense of humour when it comes to the choice of your intended. Across the tracks old son.
Never to be consummated, a gulf of culture and politics between you. Gotta laugh eh"

Roy looked shattered.

"Ah well, can't be here all day chewing the fat. Things to take care of, and you're so damn talkative and all.
Anything else you need don't forget to holler. Sure your little girlfriend will be around somewhere." ...

Miguel turned to leave the prison.

"Wanna light for that?" ...

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

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Roy tried to get some sleep but didn't succeed.

He was used to start a day with a triple espresso and a cigar to fully awake himself. Although the sleepiness wasn't his current problem, the lack of caffeine and nicotine had quite a significant impact on his body and his hands were shaking. No matter how much he tried to cool down he felt great anger. Staring at the greek gift, Miguel gave him, the only think he was able to concentrate on was how to light it up. That bastard! Roy should've refused the damn cigar. He banged the bar with his head three times and tried to think of something else. It slightly helped.

Roy didn't just look shattered, he was hopeless. Even though he clearly heard what Margarita whispered to him. How could she possibly save him? What if the other Outcasts found out? She wouldn't be able to return back and she would have to stay with him and run, at least for some time. But no matter how promising that looked, Roy knew it wasn't right. One cannot be forced to care for someone else. What has he done? Not only has he put his head into a guillotine, but he forced Margarita to risk her life too. And it was too late to change anything. If only he had thought it well over before.

He must remain strong. Even if Margarita was right, the escape won't be simple. One doesn't get out of the dungeons of Malta easily, even if they managed to contact Mandy to help. He didn't know why are the Outcasts keeping him alive, maybe they want to play with him to satisfy their degenerate whims. He has to be prepared for everything.

He must remain strong...

[Virus]

Eventually, Margarita returned. It took her a lot longer than she had anticipated to plan this escape, and she still
had no idea what she was going to do. So far there were only three things, A) knock out the guard, B) get Roy
into HER ship, C) get to Omega-15, and Rostock Base. All of that had to be done without getting caught, and not
worst of all, killed. Above all that, she had already had to get enough cardamine to last her for a while, until she
was able to return to Malta.

"Hey there, Marg." The guard said quickly before he realized, too late, that it wasn't her, at all that he was
talking to--it was a lead pipe. He was out before he knew who hit him, fortunately. Even in the future blunt
objects still hurt.

"Sorry, mate."

Quickly Margarita grabbed his keys and threw them to Roy, "Get yourself out, come on!" Margarita grabbed
the guard's ID and gun. She gave Roy the gun and kept the ID for herself.

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