[Taocow PBEM] Chapter II - Of War and Prophecy - Bongo's Second
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Wed Dec 15 08:03:59 PST 2004
In a message dated 12/3/04 12:31:09 PM, mightymartianca at alberni.net writes:
> Bongo's astral form pierces through a bulkhead and wanders down the
> passage and past the guards, who obviously do not have the Captain's
> senses as they don't notice anything at all. Soon Bongo is going
> down (the most obvious place for the brig). For the most part, all
> is quiet. Most of the crew are asleep or in their cabins gambling,
> watching movies or otherwise amusing themselves.
> Finally Bongo descends to the lowest deck. It is dark and dank
> down here. Pumps can be heard running in the distance, and
> passage ways are narrow and filled with pipes and wires, not
> unlike, it seems, the bowels of Old Chicago. Bongo turns a corner
> to see three guards in similar armor as the ones guarding his
> One of the three seems quite unhappy. "I'm don't like this one
> damn bit." he says. "What's the Captain doing, locking up
> Phaeton in there. I mean, the spy I can understand, but you know
> Phaeton, he's got his weird religion and oaths and all."
> Another slaps the first gaurd's helmet. "Shut you up, Roger."
> this guard says in a hard north English accent. "There's no
> call for talk of that sort. The Captain catches wind o' you
> saying that, he'll have you scrubbing the deck with your ass."
> The third guard laughs. "That I'd like to see! Still, ol'
> Roger here has a point. Things have been funny ever since we picked
> up those strangers. They've got the Captain spooked, and
> Phaeton weren't behaving no better. Now we're not stopping in
> Dublin, though I've got the sweetest lass there."
> Roger laughs in turn. "You've got sweet lasses everywhere, Dwight.
> If we stuck all your sweet lasses together in a room, they might
> not be so sweet after all! But look, we've got a few more days,
> and the Captain told me the passengers would be disembarking,
> whether they liked it or not. Now that's not courtesty if
> you ask me. He's also got it out for that new guy, Arden. Nice
> sort, for an Elf, and fought against that dragon or whatever it
> was." Roger then leans forward and adds quietly, "I'll tell
> you what I think. I think the Captain's gone a little funny,
> that's what I think."
> The other two nod in agreement. Clearly this is not a happy crew.
> Bongo slips past and through the heavily guarded, and apparently
> very heavy door (being three inches thick of what looks like very
> tough megadamage material). Inside the spy is sleeping on the
> bunk, his face looking like it's been through a meat
> Phaeton is sitting on the floor in a lotus position, chanting in
> some strange language "Kom ru lakrur. Lakrur taz mukurn."
Bongo sends a telepathic message to Phaeton. *Do not be alarmed, Phaeton,
but I need you to speak softly and quickly for time is short and the guards may
hear you. Who is your friend there, what is your purpose aboard this ship,
and what do you know of the Captain?*
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