Meanwhile, Brakelatabasaasta had made it safely to Planet New Tokyo with the help of his escort, Fark Mcgeezax.
"So... I guess this is it, then," Brakelatabasaasta said, sitting above the docking ring to Kusari's capital planet.
"Yeah. So, seeing as I pretty much 'smuggled' you out of Liberty..." Fark began to say, "I mean, I'm getting paid for this, right?"
"Oh!" Brakelatabasaasta said, "Yeah! Umm... here." Brakelatabasaasta transferred what little cash he had left in his account to Mr. Mcgeezax. "That's all I have, but I hope it makes you happy-satisfied."
"It'll do," Fark said, turning his ship to face the tradelane. "Seeya around, kid. And good luck in Kusari."
Fark entered the lane and zoomed off into the distance, leaving Brakelatabasaasta sitting all alone above Planet New Tokyo.
And this is where I begin, he thought. It's time to get out into the world and start Brakelatabasaasta-ing it up!
Brakelatabasaasta thought about Jenny, and whether or not she might have been able to track him down this far north. He did 'love' her, at least as much as he could 'love' anyone, but he couldn't let himself be tied down by her forever. If he had stayed in Liberty, that most certainly would have happened. So he came up with the entire scheme to mislead Jenny and confuse her before leaving her behind, which hopefully would twist her up so badly she'd be unable to follow Brakelatabasaasta right away.
He also thought of his guests that he left back at the chapel. He hadn't included them in his ultimate plan to escape, but he wondered just what they were doing in the wake of this wedding-disaster. Brakelatabasaasta hoped they wouldn't get too caught up in it all, and that they would just dissipate and leave after seeing the groom run out on everything. But he couldn't know just what they were doing.
In any case, the wedding was over. The Groom had fled to Kusari, the bride was lost in pursuit, and the holy-man had left the building. People would go on with their daily lives, and Brakelatabasaasta would go on with his.
Shoving the complicated thoughts of his wedding aside, Brakelatabasaasta entered New Tokyo's docking ring, and began his descent. From this day forward, he would carve out a new life for himself, unfettered and free from previous events. He had escaped.
Of course, Brakelatabasaasta wasn't thinking about this. After all, he was unable to comprehend just what his actions had accomplished for him this day; he couldn't speculate as to where his life would take him now. All he knew was that he was in a new place, with new sights and new people.
The last few remaining guests were gradually making their way towards the chapel's doors, as the entertainment was clearly over.
A pair of people, however, did not seem ready to leave. One, a tall, hispanic man, was attempting to find out if any of the drinks containers at the buffet contained tea. So far, he'd found coffee, hot chocolate, beer, water, and for some reason, extra-gooey strawberry flavoured synth-shake, and was currently attempting to open a large metal hot water dispenser, in case that happened to be where the tea was kept.
The other was sitting by the duckpond, trailing his fingers through the water with an air of complete absorbtion.
Having finally found teabags in a small box, the man poured hot water into a teacup, added the teabag, then reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a small vial filled with orange dust. He sprinkled a small amount into the tea, closed the vial and carefully slipped it back into a pocket. Then, he began to drink the tea with slow sips, his little finger sticking out in the style of a bretonian aristocrat. His obvious content was cut short when he noticed a strange and rather unpleasant smell. He looked around, trying to spot the source, then his eyes focussed on the man by the duckpond.
The man, a half smile on his face, was industriously attempting to set the pond on fire. Half of the duckies were already ablaze, and the man clapped his hands in glee as one duck's internal pressure reached a critical point, causing it to explode, showering burning rubber over much of the pond's surface. "Burny pond is pretty..." he said, almost to himself.
The hispanic man walked over and put a hand on the other man's shoulder.
"Rex, we'd better get going before the old bill catches onto us, what what?" he said, his accent seemingly slipping between upper class Bretonian and hispanic at random
"OK Mister Rodrigo person, pond thingy is all nice and burny now" Rex replied, standing up as another duck exploded.
As the pair of them walked towards the chapel doors, Rex suddenly stopped.
"What about the Brakelthingy's present? He ran away, didn't he?"
"Yes, Rex, he did"
"But the Brakelthingy needs his present, it's a nice present so he needs it!"
"I dare say he does, old bean"
"Then we need to find him and give him the present, Mister Rodrigo person!"
Rex began running out of the chapel, Rodrigo close behind, heading for a Rhino freighter with more than its fair share of weapons marks.
"Mister Rodrigo person, we need to get Pretty Barghest back then find the Brakelthingy!"
"Yes, Rex, but I'll have you know my name isn't Rodrigo, It's Quentin Hodgkiss-Trufflesby the Third, proud citizen of Bretonia. Long live Queen Car...Cardi!"
A few minutes passed and the Rhino took off, speeding towards the elevators which would take it back out into space, where, hidden deep in an asteroid field, Rex's Barghest was waiting.
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Laibach managed to pull himself together, eventually. He grabbed himself a cup of hot chocolate, mixed it with a small amount of liquid which was produced from a flask previously hidden away within his pockets, presumably alcohol, and got in his Transport, deciding that he best get on with his life and away from the rude Episkopos and the strange men in power armor inside of a chapel with flaming ducks in it.
As he climbed up the space elevator, one of the two droids he had to help him control the vessel approached him."SIR, I BELIEVE YOU ARE CURRENTLY CONSUMING AN ALCOHOL BEVERAGE. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ARE NOT PERMITTED TO BE CONSUMED WHILST PILOTING A SPACE-FARING VESSEL, UNDER LIBERTONIAN LAW." "Feck off, ya useless piece o' junk." He took a small mallet he kept on the dashboard at all times for exactly this reason and smashed the droid in the "head," at which point it seemed to forget what had just happened and resumed its duties. Laibach slowly proceeded to make his way to New Tokyo, his first stop on his trade route.
Fortunately for him, there weren't very many pirates out and about, and within a half an hour's time or so he was within the borders of Kusari. Being in Kusari always made him feel uncomfortable. The way they treated him. Their funny ways of talking. The way that the criminals always pretended they were honorable, asking for a "donation" or a "protection fee." He wished they would get straight to the point.
Laibach sighed, taking a sip of the disgusting concoction of liquor and hot chocolate. "S'juss another day, ah suppose."
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