Episode Four: Kids These Days
When I returned to my quarters the door had been ripped off and there were signs of a struggle inside. Now, let me be clear, my door (like all the doors) is six inches thick and airlock. All the quarters on the Moonbug are designed to be self sustaining life pods. My mother was a marine, and much like the boy scouts, they are always prepared. And this shit had not been blown off the hinges, we would have heard it. This had been physically ripped off the wall by someone who was on something to make them very strong. Without thinking I leapt through the hatch and started flinging things aside looking for the fairy. I’m not sure why I thought she’d be hiding under a chair or something, but I was in a kind of blind panic. Maybe the dust did affect me, but in a different way. Who knows.
When it became clear to me that she was not hiding under the bed I leapt back out of my quarters and tore down the corridor to find my mother.
“She’s gone! Someone’s taken her!” I exclaimed breathlessly as I flew in.
“I know.” My mother was frowning and looking at the monitor above her head. On board security cameras cover any public area of the ship and the three “students” were waiting by the disembarking hatch, pacing, waiting to get off. One of them had MY fairy in an armlock, and she did not look at all comfortable.
“What are we waiting for?” I demanded drawing my staff. “Let’s kick their arses already!”
“It’s not that easy.” My mother spoke tensely. She was never one to shy away from a fight and I could tell that she was riled to be watching and not acting. “This feed is streaming direct to Gallery security personnel,” she continued. “These three are wanted across the galaxy. They are dealers, not just dust. And they’re on something much worse. They’re too strong for us.”
“Yeah… but they aren’t quick.” I was studying them intensely on the monitor, searching for weaknesses. “And whatever they’ve taken, they’ve take too much, they’re twitchy. Look at their eyes. We can take ‘em.”
“You’re right,” she said, taking her stun stick from under the desk. “Let’s do it.”
As we crouched on the low balcony peering through the tiny gap at the criminals a voice in my ear made me cry out and almost blow our cover.
“What we looking at?” Kia whispered.
“Shh!” I hissed irritably. “We are watching some fugitives, waiting for the right time to apprehend them!”
“Gotcha,” she said. Clearly she was still under the influence of the dust. “What you need is a distraction!” With that she leapt over the balcony and landed on her feet (of course) right in the middle of them.
“Hi fellas, what’s going on? You know, that looks a lot like my friend’s fairy you’re holding…”
“What they hell is this?” One of them looked menacingly at her.
“It’s a distraction.” She shrugged, and with that her claws were out and she was ready to pounce. We took the queue and leapt over the balcony. I used my staff like a pole vault, swung my legs 360* around and knocked one to the floor, out cold. As I looked across another was lying on the floor twitching, a result of my mother’s weapon. This just left us the one with my fairy in a vice grip. She was clearly of great value to him to him as he had not released her to attempt to help his colleagues or escape.
“Let her go.” I said firmly.
“She’s wild, I’m within my rights to claim her, back off or I’ll kill her.”
“She’s already claimed, and you have no rights on my ship.” I could sense my mother was quite ready to kill this jackass if she had to. “Let her go and you might still have children one day.”
Suddenly the fairy brought her elbow back really hard into his groin. He collapsed on the floor, tears in his eyes. Mother shot a bolt of electricity into him, just to be sure.
“That was good!” I smiled at the fairy. “You can join the crew!”
“I didn’t like the idea of him having children, seemed unfair to the universe,” she told me. Then, with a serious look in her eyes, “can I?”
“Can you what?”
“Join the crew?”
“Sure, I guess.” I looked at my mother.
“She’s your fairy,” she said as she and Kia tied the three unconscious fugitives together.
“Am I?” The fairy asked, looking at me.
“Are you what?” I felt like she thought we had some sort of psychic bond, and I wasn’t quite there yet.
“Well, only if the law asks,” I said awkwardly. “Otherwise you’re yours.”
“I’m glad,” she said slipping her hand into mine and looking into my eyes. “I don’t think I’d want to be anyone else’s, you understand.”
I felt the strangest feeling, like the rush of adrenaline you get when you’re about to have a fight, only warmer and kinder. It was almost like a bubble, a hug in my brain. I’ve never felt it before. I didn’t know what to do or say, so I said:
“Well thanks I guess. Fancy a game of chess? Best of seven…”