Niples "Club land"

<OOC- Its nice to be back, I hope everyone’s well! I’ve been doing a lot of
work on a new look Blue Dwarf website which may take a fair while still. But
now that I’ve finished uni for a year I should have more time on my hands.>
Seymour Niples
Starbug 15
Space
The trail of Space Eagle debris led the ex-captain to a small lush planetoid
marked on the star charts as “New Ibiza”. As the Starbug flew through the
atmosphere Seymour spotted lots of small scattered villages around a jungle
of bright green foliage and bold colours of many different exotic plants.
“What a splendid place!” Seymour exclaimed and opened the Starbugs window so
that he could fly over the trees and feel the fresh breeze on his face. The
air smelt nice and clean but the sounds that hit his ears were terrifying.
Huge loudspeakers smothered the entire area in electronic dance music, many
people would appreciate listening to these summery tunes, but Seymour didn’t
appreciate any music that wasn’t performed by an orchestra. Preferably the
royal symphony orchestra but he didn’t consider himself that picky.
The Starbug set down near a huge shiny glass dome that overlapped the edge
of a cliff. The cliff dropped away sharply to a river a long way underneath.
The cliff opposite had a huge creamy waterfall, which made the entire scene
quite picturesque. People were walking around the tidy complex whistling
happily to themselves, some women only wearing the skimpiest of garments.
Seymour being the gentleman he was averted his eyes from the brazen display
of flesh and muttered to himself about how bad the youths were these days.
He entered the dome and found his way to a main reception. He was going to
ask if anyone had seen the queen when he overheard a conversation down the
hall.
“Here’s this weeks washing, I even did that four armed leather jacket. Can
you believe that guy’s got four arms? And man do his hats get smelly!”
“Excuse me good man!” Seymour butted in. “Did you say four arms? Where is
this man now?”
“You want Efof? He’s in there mate, its his working hours. That guy really
uses his arms- have you seen the speed he can whip up a cocktail?!”
“Hmm indeed.” Said Seymour. “In here you say?”
“Yeah mate.” Said the guy chewing gum.
Seymour went down the darkened corridor, it reminded him of the seedy bars
they had on space stations. They even had a few on the Blue Dwarf.
“Oh dear.” He said as he went through some double doors and realised he WAS
in a seedy bar. More of a loud smoky night club actually.
Flashing strobe lights and multicoloured spotlights illuminated the dark
room, glow came in from the exterior glass wall which showed an overhang
view of the waterfall on its plunge into the river below. Seymour walked
over to the bar, the darkness and intensity of the music made him feel drunk
already. He spotted the Ffionian throwing a drink mixer in the air and
catching it with another hand while pouring a drink with another.
Efof spotted his ex captain walking over to him and made a break for it.
Seymour grabbed him with practically no effort and swung him around to hit
the wall. Had Efof learned hand to hand combat he could be a strong fighter
with his extra arms, but luckily his body went limp.
“Well well Efof old chap, fancy seeing you here!” Seymour pressed Efof
against the glass wall with the view of the river below and shouted in his
ear.
“Look Captain….. I didn’t want to do it, she made me.”
“She made you? Somehow Efof I don’t believe you. You betrayed me. You stole
my ship. My life’s been hell since she left me the throne.”
“I didn’t want to I swear, well I did at the time. She has ….ways. Womanly
ways of persuasion….”
That was true at least. Being from a world of honesty and infinite trusting,
Efof was very susceptible to being taken advantage of.
“I’m really sorry. I regret it now, I’ll do anything, anything!” Efof
started to sob and fell to his knees. Seymour turned his head around to see
a crowd of people staring at them. With Efof on his knees grabbing at the
mans trousers, god knows what the people were thinking.
Seymour pulled him up. “Efof, its okay. Will you take me to the queen?”
“She prefers to be called Britney” Efof wiped his nose by scratching his
crotch. This made even more people give him funny looks. “If you don’t
she’ll, she’ll ….hit you on the head!” Efof bawled out crying again.
“That will probably be more painful for you than for me” Seymour said
picking Efof up and dragging him out of the club.
After shaking the four armed Ffionian back to his senses, he started to take
Seymour to where the Queen was staying. And to where they had parked
Seymour’s precious Space Eagle.
<To be continued. And now lets all sing the British national anthem! …..Ahh
maybe not. But I’ve actually seen loads of flags around- English people are
being patriotic at last!!! Lets hope we don’t loose to Brazil on Friday. We
can do it, Come on England!!!>
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