Tag Team in Space - Episode 28: “Man Was She Hot”
“You see doc, I told you she was up to something crazy.”
“Derrick, I don’t think it’s like that. You don’t know Katie like I do.”
“Well doc, it wouldn’t appear that you know her all too well either. Who is that guy she is talking with, and what the hell are they talking about? And did you see what happened to your best buddy Fogweet? I thought you two were attached at the hip? I’m surprised you didn’t get the bump on your head from him being hit.”
The doctor and I crouched behind one of the loaders at the entrance of the terminal. Across the floor, at the other end of the terminal we could see Fogweet unconscious on the ground by the lift and Katie sitting at a table with some guy who looked vaguely familiar. I couldn’t quite place his face, but I felt like I knew him from somewhere. Regardless of who he was, I had work to do and this guy would not stand in my way.
“I admit, the man knocking out poor little Fogweet pisses me off a bit.”
“‘Pisses you off’ huh? Wow, that’s the most emotion I’ve heard out of you yet. Maybe you wanna’ waltz on over there and do something about it? Maybe take that guy out back and show him a thing or two?”
“Uh… Well, I mean… There’s no need to resort to” I was running out of patience and quickly cut the Jerry off, “Yeah, doc, I get it. No need to resort to violence, but we are at a time and place where violence is probably the first, second and third option for dealing with these traders and getting the fusion device back. We’ve been standing pat for way too long hoping that these Rogarians would simply stumble their way out of the tunnels and into our hands, and time is not on our side.”
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Mike Martin joins Tag Team in Space
Mike Martin - New character by A.L. Jambor
I watched the Martian grab the girl. I’d been watching them for several minutes, and I had a gut feeling this wouldn’t end well. I looked around for something to bash him over the head with and found a large stone in the decorative fountain near the entrance of the Starbucks. As the girl struggled, I bashed him over the head and he fell like a sack of potatoes.
“You okay,” I asked. She looked stunned and her arms were covered in slime.
“I’m fine. I had this under control.”
She looked pissed off so I offered to buy her a coffee. She didn’t want to at first, but then she agreed. I could see she was rattled, but she kept pretending everything was cool. I picked up two coffees and brought them to the table.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said. “I was handling it.”
“Yeah, you looked like you were handling it.”
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Mike Martin. And you?”
Ensign Katie Golden.”
“Ooo Ensign. So, what’s with the Martian? I saw you talking nice and then he grabbed you.”
“I was asking for his help.”
“Help with what?”
She hesitated for several seconds. “I wanted him to talk to Marla.”
“Marla! You don’t look like the type,” I said smiling from ear to ear.
“It wasn’t like that!” she said. I liked seeing her face turn red.
“Then what was it like?”
Tag Team in Space: Episode 20
The trader and his minion continued shoving me forward down the conduit. I was getting fed up with being pushed around but I knew that this was not the time to try and protest. The head trader was at least eight feet tall and probably at least four hundred pounds. Combine his stature with the weapons around his belt and the sharpness of his fangs and I was certainly at a slight disadvantage. I knew in order to escape I’d have to find or create a moment but this was not it, not yet.
“Stalling is making me angered. Show me chip now or die to death.”
As if their foul breathe and pushing wasn’t bad enough, their blatant butchering of the English language was grating on my nerves.
I scanned the area ahead of me, continuing to count the steps we took in my head. It was four hundred feet between emergency beacons and I was nearly at the next one. Through the darkness, dragging my feet, I came up on the next beacon. I pretending to trip again, and as I fell to the ground I initiated the next one.
“What you do? What that light?” I heard over my shoulder as a mammoth foot came crashing down on my back. The weight of the blow knocked the air out of my lungs. I regained my senses and turned over; “It’s a marker I placed to show me the way to the chip I hid.” It was a blatant bluff, but it was all I could come up with at the minute. The head trader leaned down over me, his vile breathe making me nauseous. He seethed over me for several moments before he acquiesced.
“You get up now and find chip, or you find your head under foot next time.”
I got to my feet and continued to stumble forward. All I could do was pray that somewhere, someone was monitoring the feed from the emergency beacons and was alerted to the distress signal, because I was certainly in plenty of distress.
(Read the rest of Episode 20 here and the rest of the saga from @Jnaomiay & @Ahmaddarkside)
Tag Team in Space: Episode 19
“What is it?” Fogweet asked burying his big eyes in my hair, getting my head all sticky as if it wasn’t dirty enough.
“Not sure,” the cop replied, now shaking from lack of nicotine. “Whatever it was, it sure ain’t that anymore.”
“Hey Fogweet,” I said trying to unlatch the little dude. “Go look over in that pipe and see if you can find anything else.”
“Like what, Uncle Jerry?”
“I don’t know. Maybe there’s some candy or ice cream bars. If you look really hard, you might even see our buddy Derrick.”
“Okay.” He scampered off while I reached into my bag for my stethoscope, otoscope and knee hammer. I also opened the app on my iPhone that did an instant PET scan and MRI to see if there was any life left in this thing.
“What do you think it is, Doc?” the cop asked while trying not to look but somehow couldn’t seem to turn his eyes away.
“It is a Luminerian man roughly twenty-seven years of age, lacerated spleen, four broken ribs and a puncture to his left ventricle chamber. He’s got a cerebral contusion as well as a broken nose and eechymosis in both eyes. If that isn’t bad enough, it looks like he split his lip.”
Tag Team in Space… Episode 18
The trader released my shackles from the wall and I came crashing to the ground. Immediately there were hands under my arms dragging me across the floor. My head was still throbbing and I was in no shape to attempt to fight back against these creatures so I allowed myself to thrown around like a rag doll for the moment.
We exited the room we were in and found ourselves back in the conduit, “Now, you tell me where you hid the chip and this can all be over very soon Human.” The distaste for me and all humans was evident in the trader’s voice. I knew this was not going to end well, but I also knew the value of the chip and that I had to protect by any means possible, including losing my life.
I had no idea of whether Jerry was out there looking for me, or if anyone else was searching for my location, but I did have one idea of how I might bring some help my way. I directed the group down the conduit away from the link to the lift shaft, and thus away from where I had hidden the chip. The creatures crawled along the path I set forth and dragged me along behind them. Ahead of us was a faint light. As we approached the source of the light I could see the floor of the conduit was broken through providing another link to the lift shaft. I wanted desperately to keep them out of the shaft, but they were already descending and I was still shackled and being dragged along so I could not provide much resistance. There was a sudden tug and I slid through the opening and fell several feet to the bottom of the shaft floor.
I landed hard, but my fall was somewhat softened by the large mass of one of the traders beneath me. He let out a loud grunt and the life seemed to go from his body. I leaned over and examined the body with my hands. His neck was certainly broken. I felt around more for anything I could find. I quietly tucked a few finds in my pockets and then I heard the voice of the head trader calling back to his minion in whatever language they spoke. When there was no response, I could hear him coming toward us. I scurried to my feet and held my hands up to show I was not a threat. The trader and another of his men grabbed me by the back of my neck; “You show us chip now or next dead body is you!”
I nodded my agreement and pointed up the shaft.
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