How would those bounty's lips taste?

[Yaoquizque]

Rochester docks...

An old and tired sabre was lying there, sustained by old models of suspensors a junker clan may have salvaged somewhere.

Looking at that particular ship, An investigative observer may have noticed the numerous impacts and the dirt covering a fair part of its hull, almost hiding a tribal unicorn drawing near the canopy.
The ship was indeed tired, and definitly seemed to be poorly maintained.

Coming from the opened hold, some old music could be heard, sometimes followed by casual humming.

Two junkers were sitting on a gun rack nearby, absorbed by their conversation, but not enough to never try to give a sidelong look at the hold of the sabre.

- "So how much would you give?"
- "I don't know Joe.. Maybe 10 000... No more."

Joe's friend took a puff at his cigar.

- "10 000, uh? You gotta be kidding"

As he was talking, a young girl showed up near the hold's door, dancing slowly on the music.
The two junkers gave her an insistant look but she seemed to not notice them.

- "10 000... That's way under the value. I tell you"
- "Aye well, i think you are over estimating her, Joe. Look at her wounds."

Joe used his eagle look to make an accurate estimation. Looking at the girl's leg he replied

- "This can be easily fixed, Matt. And i bet you can do wild things with her"
Matt took another puff and chuckled.
- "She would broke after the first loop. Just look at her back"
Joe gave an insistant look at the girl, now in underwears. "Her back, Uhh?"

- "Yes, her back. See, i bet the right tail is about to break. And i'm quite sure the engine is about to die."
Joe wasn't really listening. He was looking at the girl approaching them.
- "What are two talking about?!"

Matt took a puff once again
- "We're talking about your ship, lass"
- "Ohh? The unicorn? What's about him?"
- "Well... Not to sound rude but it's a wreck"
The girl shrugged, smiling as she was noticing what Joe was looking at.
- "Well, not my fault... I don't have the flax to take care of him" She then giggled "Don't worry anyway, i trained him and since then he was always nice to me..."

Joe was remaining silent. Matter said
- "Well, the only thing of value i see would be those guns... They seem to be pretty unique"
She turned around to take a look at her ship and laughed
- "Oh those? John gave them to me ages ago! Hmm i don't know if they still work however... I never use them" She then smiled mischievously, looking at Joe. "Your friend never talks?"
- "I... " He coughed.
Matt chuckled, making a somewhat silly face "I think he is not used to see almost naked lasses here"
- "Uhoh..." She made her innocent face and giggled "Oh snap!" She then ran back to her hold, laughing.

Joe coughed again "That was weird."
Matt sagely nodded.


The girl closed the door of her hold, still laughing. She then jumped on a small bed. The mess inside the tiny quarters was indescribable.
- "Hmmm hmmm" She took a diary and started to read. "Oh right!" She thought a bit "Hmm? I wonder if that bounty boy knew how to kiss properly..."

The girl suddenly smiled "Ah! Only one way to find out!"

She jumped on her feet and initiated a fnordnet communication.
- "Uhhh... What was his name already..." She took back her diary "Ah right! Communication to Walter Sobchak!" she ordered.

The fnordnet cogitator worked during a few seconds to correlate the neuralnet node "++Ready++"

++ Source : Popess Concordia ++
++ Destination : Walter Sobchak! ++
++ Derivation : Goddess Discordia ++
++ Encryption level : mu ++
++ Transmission begins ++

*The girl blows a kiss* Hey oh!

You remember, love? The girl you met around Rochester?
*She smiles* You gave me the address of your house at Curacao... And i decided to accept your invitation.

Are you there? When can we meet, sweetheart?
Call me back okay? *She blows a kiss again and giggles*

All hail Concordia! *laughs*

++ A man's a man all his life; a woman's sexy until she's your wife! ++
++ End of transmission ++

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