The Camaleon Chronicals

[oZoneRanger]

15 minutes later, he was still in the same spot. It had sounded from his perspective, that anything out side the station would not have had a chance.

The LPI had launched its defense fighters, and Battleship Ottawa launching theirs as well. Toronto Stations defensive weapons all came on line. A call was even put out to Fort Severn for back up, but before those fighter got to the station, it was all over.

"Attention Toronto Station..The area is clear, return to normal duities...medical crew alpha 1 to docking bay 12..medical crew Gamma 3 to the docking bay 7....Attention Toronto......"

He picked himself up off the corridor floor as the airlocks started to open, the emergency lights turned off, and the metal shields started to withdraw. He struggled to get a glimpse of his ship, he feared the worse.

Medical crews started to appear from the station side of the long connecting hallway, running at full speed behind a fast moving robotic TraumaCart. As the TC sped by him, he was scanned and he heard a metallic robot voice. "Civilian..no injuries... administer Pharma for stress and a Vile for venereals".

"Venereals?" but before he could react, one of the medic team following the TC ran up to him.

"Here take these two and drink this" pulling from a pouch around his waist, handing him a set of pills and a small vile of liquid, the whole time the medic kept his attention on the data pad on his left arm.

DeLaFontain took what the medic had thrust in his hands.

"Put your left thumb print here on my data screen to acknowledge you have received proper medical treatment"

"Venereals?" he asked, thinking, can this day get any worse for me? Putting his thumb print on screen.
"You been to Cortez lately?"
"Yea...last week to finalize the purchase of a ship, but I swear I didnt.." still in shock from all that had happened.
"Its in the water there mate" cutting him off, the medic had heard that excuse before..."happens to us all..drink that Vile....you'll be fine."

The medic started to trot off to the next patient the TC would have lined up for him.

"Hey, how bad is out there?" shouted DeLaFontain. Without stopping but turning around and trotting backwards the medic shouted back and said "Two transports with major damage, 8 crew dead on one, 3 on another...Search and Rescue say the third one is not salvageable, they are gonna let it crash into Huron, and get it out of the way.. all dead on that one.... Expect a bill deducted from your station account for treatment, I did ya a favor though...the Vile for the venereals is on me...I wont report it..." and before he could ask about his ship, the medic was gone.

The observation windows were again exposed, and DeLafontain started to search one side of the gangway and the other desperately looking for his ship.

**TweekBeep** The civilian comms system had reset. DeLaFontain tapped his badge. "DeLafontain", dreading what he feared would come next.

"Mr. DeLaFontain this is Toronto Station flight control." Here it comes, he hung his head and rubbed his face, expecting the worst. "We are patching you through to Captain Hand.." he waited for the silence to end..

"Lady Luck, go ahead...." a new voice came over the comms badge. "Mr. DeLaFontain...this is Captain Hand of the Lady Luck, all fine here sir...The ships got a kick ass set of thrusters sir" the excitement of having escaped death very evident in the captains voice.."We made it over to the Ottawa and took cover there..to many things blowing up around Toronto sir to hang out close by....no damage to report..not a scratch..expect us to dock as soon as they have the mess cleared up around the station sir.."

"Copy that Captain Hand" DeLaFontain breath a big sigh of relief.."Take your time we'll be here."

"Copy that ..Hand out"

Before he could do, think or say anything else. "TweekBeep" his badge coming to life again.

"DeLaFontain"

"YOU know what MR.LAFUENTE...I was going to be a nasty putona to you to day....because you are a pendejo malparido ..." all DeLaFontain could do was start to laugh at her anger.

" But I tell you anyway..but you don't deserve me to work for you..." She evidently didn't notice the attack, not surprising he thought to himself.

"...But I know you been waiting..so I give it to you..The King of Gallia..he say you can go see him..and take your Stupido Neon with you...perro sin madre, one day I show you.." He tapped his comm badge twice and shut her up again.

He turned and stared to walk back to the station. It would be awhile before his ship docked. "The Lady Luck" he thought.."could not ask for a better name." His smile turned to laughter and as he walked station side. His mood in contrast to everyone else around him. His laughter drawing evil looks.

"I got my Venereal Cured." was all he would say to anyone who disapproved of his exuberance and made eye contact with him. "Yep..sure did..Venereal...Cured." smiling and giving people the "Thumbs up" gesture.

"From so bad to so good so quick." he mused, walking off to the bar to get a drink to help him wash the venereal medicine down and live out the rest of the moment.

"Just my fraken luck.." he let out another loud burst of laughter to the dismay of all whom where around him.