STS Intruder

[Altejago]

After the late skirmish with a vigilante Outcast dreadnought, Clyde and Bonnie returned to Cali base for rearming and repairs.

In the landing bay, Clyde spoke to Bonnie in a down and out tone.

"Man, that git really got to me today, luv'" Clyde expressed to Bonnie, " I mean, the nerve of him!"

Clyde turned about and headed out of the hanger, and went for a wander. Bonnie called out to him, but he ignored it, and went to find himself a a place to be on his own. He put his hands in his pockets, and felt the familiar shape of his stash tin, where his cardi supply was. He pulled it out, and realised it was near empty.

"Crap!" He muttered "I sure hope someone here supplies."

He looked up and spotted a wiry, green haired Outcast girl with a satchel over her shoulder, maybe in her early thirties walking towards him.

"Ya dunno where to score, do ya?" He asked her

"Sure! I got a fresh batch of candy in. Also this real hip H-wine as well." She gleefully told him, eager to make a quick buck.

Clyde looked at her quizzically: "H-wine?"

"Yeah kuz, Gallic wine run over active H-Fuel and then rebottled. A real kick!" She described, "You never tried it?"

Clyde took a minute, and thought about it. "No, can't say I have luv', giz' a try eh?"

She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small bottle. "Here pal, free this one time. All I can say is, don't rail and drink. It will screw ya over"

Clyde reached out and grabbed it, opened the bottle and took a whiff "Crikies!" he exclaimed "That stuff is strong!"

The girl smiled and walked off, mentioning the warning over her shoulder as she left "Don't mix it!"

Clyde, too wrapped up in his emotions, did not take notice. He carried on walking his path where he found a vacant and disused viewing platform. He sat down, set himself up a line and snorted it. He opened the bottle, held his breath and took a long scull of the H-wine. The buzz hit him instantly, knocking him clean out and rendering him into a slumber he won't wake from naturally.