Random Musings

More of the story. Read the scenario and make suggestions. I will add to the story based on the suggestions. You don't have to know who the characters are to play.

Note: in this story Avon has regained his sight but still has the wolf, Sharp-Eyes.

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Once they arrived on the planet, they were met by a large welcoming party. Women dressed in pleated skirts, sandals and leather corsets, and men in tight thongs. The men began to...

come up from behind Argus because some of the crew had teleported down facing the wrong way.

Argus gave a strangled cry and sat down heavily, his sporran flapping wildly while he belatedly pressed it back down. "Oh god. I am NEVER going to get up until we leave this planet."

"Did he just scream like a girl?" asked Sester, a smug smile on his face.

Kirsten, stunning in a black corset, put her hands on her hips. "Is there something wrong with being a girl?"

"I...well...not in so many words." Sester cleared his throat.

"That wasn't very good," whispered Vila to him.

"Are you sure you're a psychostrategist?" Argus asked with lips that parted in a smile, but ended in a snarl.

Sester sighed and gave Kirsten a lop-sided apologetic grin. "Most days, but obviously not today."

Reya put an encouraging hand on Argus's shoulder. "Stand up, dear. They're expecting the leader of the Rebel Alliance. You have to get up."

Looking up at her with faintly pleading eyes, Argus sighed and stood up carefully. He squared his broad shoulders and tried to convince himself this was just another mission, in a really really hot climate.

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The final bits of the story ;)

Thanks to everyone for participating. I hope you had fun. You definitely have a high capacity for silliness =)

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The Queen, her back ramrod straight, stood up and smiled. "Excellent." She drew a finger lightly and sensually along one of his scars. "And very interesting. Of course, there are other customs for the females." She waved her hand to the black-leather thonged man behind her. "This is Stavir, my head of security." The man stepped towards Reya and...

lifted his hands. In one was a lemon-meringue pie and in the other a pistol. "A gift, from our people, to yours," said the man with a patch over one eye.

"Interesting," said Avon in a bare whisper.

Sester was watching the dynamics with the intensity of a professional. His voice was low. "It's a test."

"I could've told you that," said Vila.

Argus smiled, an expression that stopped just shy of his eyes. His eyes fixed on Sester. "Keep doing that, Vila and we won't need him."

"Well, I don't know about that..." said Vila. "I don't think I could..."

"Be as charming," said Sester with a grin.

"Or as devious," said Avon.

Argus still had an unpleasant smile on his face. "Unprincipled and ruthless..."

"She's made her choice," Sester interrupted their assault on his character with an unconcerned grin.

Reya had taken both gifts.

The one-eyed man in the black leather thong seemed confused. He looked back at the Queen.

The Queen nodded her approval. "An unexpected move. You were only meant to chose one. I should have explained."

Reya inclined her head in a single nod. "I guessed that. You wanted to know what kind of woman I was."

"You are an interesting one."

"I am not a woman to be taken lightly."

"I can see that." The Queen turned to Argus. "Your people are admirable. I know that men in your society are not used to such...customs."

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Title: A Malfunction, Of Sorts
Word Count: 153
Rating: Gen

"I'm coming…Avon. Bring me up," Cally's voice crackled over the comm system.

Avon's eyes were frozen on the nude form that appeared on the teleport platform. Cally screeched as she quickly covered the most important bits with not enough hands. "Avon! Quick, do something!"

With a mind moving at zombie-like speed and a stunned look on his face, Avon said eloquently, "I…"

He shook his head to shake off the cobwebs that seemed to have taken residence and quickly stripped off his jacket and rushed it over to her. "There appears to have been a teleport malfunction. You were fortunate."

"You call this fortunate?" Cally asked, slipping on his black leather jacket, and surprised at the soft, comfortable lining inside. She would have to ask him about that later.

"Well…" The was the barest gleam of a smile in Avon's eyes and the corner of his lips curled slightly. "Fortunate for some."