The Destiny of Zacarias Poncho

[Zapp]

Omicron Eta, Outcast side of the mine field

The Fantasia and remaining retainers flew through Outcast space, proclaiming news of their victory. The Corsairs hadnt chased out of Gamma, and they had destroyed so many times their losses that there was no doubt in anybodys mind that it had been worth it. Sounds of the revelries on Palermo could be audibly heard over the communication frequencies, and even the Corsairs had all pulled out of Outcast space, news of the fleet barely pushed back making them feel like taking the day off.

Onboard the Fantasia, the attitude was much the same. Everything was put on hold except for the vital running of the ship. People were dancing, partying, getting drunk, getting laid. All because they had done it once again: gone to spit in Deaths eye, and lived to tell of it.

Zacarias Poncho stood there, leaning against the side of the Templar that had been his vehicle to safety. He had yet to get Carina out of the thing, as he wanted to transfer her straight from the Templar to the new Gunship he had called ahead for. Though it was odd, Carina seemed to like the Templar, as if shed like to stay in it. A little work and she could be in both, by means of a wireless networking of the two ships computers, of which she would be the network.

His thoughts were interrupted by Willow sauntering up, no signs of drunkenness. If Zac new Willow at all, he hadnt been drinking at all. When he got closer, his suspicions were confirmed no smell of alcohol rolled off him. Willow hates alcohol. He walked up and slapped Zac on the back a couple of times.

Well boy, thiss all for you, he said, gesturing with one hand to take in all the partying. Willow laughs and pulls out a couple of pills. Something the scientists on Corsica cooked up. You can drink 10 beers and it feels like youre still on your first. Here, give them a try.

Zacarias told him that Carina wanted the ship. Willow grimaced, but acquiesced. Not like we use em. I mean he was interrupted by a huge, automated crane moving down towards the Templar, lifting the Bretonian-made weaponry off of it. Another crane came in, bearing a Kraken II, which lowered and clamped on with a loud, metallic click.

What the hell is

Zacarias climbed into the cockpit so missed the rest of Willows low muttering, and he looked at the screen.

I took the liberty of sending in a request for some new guns. Looking over the list of guns 2 Kraken Is, 4 Kraken IIs, and an Inferno Zacarias smiled.

He climbed out of the ship and told Willow.

That computer of yours is more trouble than its worth, I swear

Leave over. Here, Zac started, plucking one of the pills out of Willows hand, let me try this out.

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