The gully of the station a litiny of corridors Snake makes his way to stalock thirteen. The temperature is very cold in the lower levels. The first thing Reptile thought in the waking of his day was to stay warm by elevating his heart rate by breathing and stretching deeply in his cell. The prison guard was leading Snake to to prisoner 1138 by chance. “This the high value scum on this block.” Snake then couldn’t think of what to do now that he has narrowed in on his target but to get rid of her. The guard walking slowly in front of Snake and Mudd, and Snake moves closer and says, “can I ask you something about this over here.” The two move close and snake points to a panel on the wall then as she leans in and snake snaps quickly and puts the guard in a choke hold and brings hers to the ground. She loses consciousness and goes limp. “We must move quickly,” Snake says to Mudd. “Get her keys!” Mudd grabs the keys of the guard. “Showtime.” They make there way way to the vestibule to cell 1138 face with Reptile.
Year: 2017
Elsewhere in pirate space Dub prepares and mutters to himself “Snake you must be an idiot.” The station was a hot bed of all sorts of functions including imprisonment for of course some extra cash. Snake had no office with barren space so he was biting off more then he could chew. Ships were as it happens to be very hard to come by as it were. In the cells there dwelled prisoner 1138, reptile and very smelly, the target. 1138 happened to be pale a very high honor within his species. Snake goes to the financing office to grab a line of credit and says, “By the way I had heard that there is some business in prison management you know incarcerations.” “Sure but it’s a do nothing go nowhere line of business, not much to it like your line of work I’m sure,” says the office manager. “I’d like to check it out if you don’t mind.” “Sure.”
Space station 47 time to pull some favors to get another ship. Snake had some good connections to get the financing. “Look to the pirates to sell you some rusty bucket,” says the station’s official. “Better get on the Com, Snake utters. The widows freeze up in the cockpit of Dub’s rust bucket. A message on Dub’s Com blinks, he accepts the call. “freelancer Dub here.” “Yes I’m looking for a ship.” “Well I don’t know why you’d look on pirate Com frequency we do not get along with the barren station business.” “ I am a freelancer of sorts too, only I have get along with the barren space expansion.” “I’ll tell you what if you do something for me I can get you lined up with a pirate who could get you a ship.” “Shoot.” “I want you to get a friend out of prison at the barren space station your at.
I had to start Journaling again. Sorts clenex piles. Write a book and cry leader, despot. Shapes colors learn to smell
“how’s the food, its good need more salt.” Cosmic was in the mess hall. “I’ve never been those fake holes got us.” That was nexus the screen read out: kill you mate Com board eight level. “Follow the curruption, I hope no one has Diarra.” “There funny Mr…”it’s just yes. Genius is the more inclined to Aquarian that measure fish and corn husker lot’s of carp boxed. The is Com is currupt life ominous much omen very small room.
The comedian on the far side, yes. Logic end hieght rotten from a mind vegetarian creation too. The last priest of the world just fallen, female black horse, right. Picture every ain’t salt. That is just your pride.
Mudd is exactly right yes, still savoring gallantly. The mustard was made in part by plants or seeds locally. The eventual conclusion is that they were rescued by a quandary. Then green and blue were the colors. The ship was of station eleven the crew of three. The divine wonder was met on ground. The extraction is like any mission. To long to hard. “You might say, sweat smells there not here.”
The mire of geni’s affection to the people had made the night what it was. Snake found waiting on Barren space rescue seems like it will never come. The tribe didn’t give a shit about our feeling as bad as the mind to think of life. Thank God it’s all a contest to be won living not learning, stop learning start living if only, but we could fish for the next half of the long wait. Lots of death thinking how the women all pray to corpses and the fire. So things were ok for them. It’s like this place was meant for Mudd. He cot the biggest fish and the men ate it. No women to be had here but geni, and it seems she knows more about this place then she let’s on.
Keep ‘Beyond the Pale.5’
The buzzing of night was loud. Nature’s white noise, perhaps this planet’s cicada song. They were able to get food and drink for their hunger and thirst. There were several cots under a straw roof hoisted by nets tied from tree to tree somehow primative and interesting. It was obvious there were other beings that were responsible for the guests warm reception. Hidden limbs and hive mind was clearly in play here, some mother of all and ancient. They slept eventually into what is sleep that was never a guarantee.
