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Yellow Fire Bubbles
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"Here's one. Is the entire female population of the crew drop dead sexy or is this just a lucky fluke?" I ask, deftly avoiding the kick Anka aims at me. Killian raises his orange eyebrows. "Just kidding, folks, I promise. Pribicevic will attest that I'd probably hit on a radiator, given half the chance."
That gets a half-smile. "Heh. Well, welcome again. You met the Captain yet?"
"I pulled a gun on him."
"No kidding? Me too. He shot me in the head."
"Me too. Did he complement your gutsiness?"
"No, I just told you. He shot me in the head."
"Oh."
"Yeah," he says. "the Captain and me don't exactly see eye-to-eye. You noticed he's a psycho a-hole em-effer yet?"
"Oh, here we go," says Anka.
"Don't you have to go kill some pirates?" an antsy Talia asks.
"Yeah, I do," says Killian. "Don't get me wrong, I'd follow the guy into combat, but he's a complete invalid at everything else. You seem like an okay enough guy...squid...thing, though, Halaris, but I'd stay the heck away if I were you. I'll see about getting you some new gear and stuff after the battle, yah?"
"Call me Hal," I say.
"Whatever, Hal," says Killian, walking past us. "See you." Anka follows him out.
Talia and I are alone again. "So I'm just going to, uh, go and change out of my combat armor now," she says, "since I'm not in combat or anything right now. And then I can give you the whole initiation welcome spiel that Paul always tells the newbies. You don't need any help setting up your bed, do you?"
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