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writetomyheart2014-03-29 01:05 pm
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Stray Comet, the Moon is made of Cheese
Alien verse.
Members of his species are not often found on mining planets. The constant din of the mines is almost as bad as the explosions that drove him from the space pirates. The only advantage of the mines is that the noise is constant, making his ears ache but at least not startling him into a jump.
Nikaido shakes his head, trying to clear his ears of the ever-present dust. They itch, but he needs to be alert now. All four ears raised to catch the slightest noise, he slides the lockpick in. It's a simple lock which opens for him after only a few seconds. Disabling the alarm is harder, but not by much. With a victorious grin, he slides the door open and quickly pries the cover off the number pad, inserting slender tools to fool the computer into believing the correct sequence has been entered.
Turning the lights on is risky, but no matter how tough he is, the dark remains scary, his imagination filling it with untold horrors. The lights flicker on slowly, choked with dust like everything on this stupid planet. Nikaido would leave, but he can barely steal enough to keep himself fed, buying a ticket is completely out of the question. The only valuable goods are stored near the space port, and there are too many guards for him to attempt it.
The boxes near the exit contain nothing but screws, useless to him. He lets instinct and his nose guide him, ears turning to catch the slightest noise. He opens another box to discover food, dried meat and canned vegetables. A good catch. He grabs cans and boxes, throwing them into his bag. Enough food for more than a week.
There's a snap as cold hypersteel closes around his wrist. Trapped!
Nikaido's instincts yell at him to get away, to yank and pull and chew on whatever is holding his wrist. His heart beats like crazy, close to panic, but he fights his instincts, fights to stay calm. There's no pain and nothing else happens for the minute he fights to take slow, deep breaths. He finally opens his eyes, afraid of what he might see.
A simple hypersteel band is wrapped tight around his wrist, a handcuff attached to a chain. “Slow down, Nika,” he mutters, “you can do this.” He pulls the lockpicks from his pocket, selecting one of the thicker rods. The lock on this cuff looks almost ridiculously simple.
“Now this is a surprise,” a voice drawls. Nikaido squeaks and whirls around, the lockpicks slipping from his fingers and clattering away across the floor. A human, closer than expected. How did he not hear him approach?
Yokoo grins, flashing sharp-looking fangs, as he picks up Nikaido's lockpicks and drops them in his front pocket. Nikaido has a second set hidden in his tail, out of reach for the moment. When Yokoo steps closer, Nikaido shrinks back as far as the chain lets him, which is not far at all. A hand reaches for his face and Nikaido snaps at it, his teeth missing the human's fingers by a hair's width.
“Feisty,” Yokoo comments. “Stay there while I load the transporters.”
Yokoo turns away, ignoring Nikaido's glare. Stay there? It's not like he's got a choice until he can get at his lockpicks.
Loading the anti-gravity transporters takes Yokoo almost two hours. Nikaido gets ignored completely, none of his talk getting a reply. His stomach grumbles, but the dried food needs water before it's edible and he can't get the cans open without tools. By the time Yokoo finally turns to him, Nikaido is thoroughly bored. He's already groomed his ears three times and there's simply nothing else to do. “Finally,” Nikaido grumbles when Yokoo approaches with a key.
He holds his wrist out for Yokoo to unlock the cuff, but instead Yokoo reaches into the box and removes the other end of the chain. “Come along, little thief,” Yokoo says, pulling Nikaido towards the first transporter by the chain around his wrist.
“Hey!” Nikaido complains, stumbling after him. “Hey!”
Yokoo climbs onto the transporter and Nikaido scrambles up after him, tripping and falling against Yokoo. He slips his hand into Yokoo's pocket, searching for his lockpicks. His ears droop – his lockpicks aren't there, even though he saw Yokoo put them in this pocket. Yokoo grins. “I moved your lockpicks to an inner pocket as soon as I was out of sight.”
How did Yokoo notice? Nikaido has never been caught pickpocketing before. Ignoring Nikaido's scowl, Yokoo attaches the other end of the chain to the transporter's safety rail before jumping down to load the last few boxes up. Nikaido tugs on the chain, more from boredom than anything else. At least the drive to Yokoo's space ship is more interesting. Nikaido sticks his head over the side of the transporter and lets the wind blow in his face, ears flapping wildly.
Unloading the transporters takes even longer, if that is even possible. After an hour, Nikaido has enough of sitting around. He rattles his chain to get Yokoo's attention. “Hey, Fangs! Let me go or at least let me help!”
“You want to help, little thief?” Nikaido catches the lockpicks Yokoo throws at him. “Unload those boxes and stack them in front of that wall.”
The lock seems easy, but at the first twist of the lockpicks, Nikaido receives a light electric shock. Yokoo ignores Nikaido's yelp and Nikaido grits his teeth. He's not going to complain. Since the cuff around his wrist is booby-trapped, he turns his attention to the other end. It takes him only a minute of fiddling with one of the smaller picks to figure out the mechanism that opens the cuff holding his wrist.
He slips his lockpicks back into his pocket and rubs his wrist while he thinks. He's free of the chain now, but the gate is secured by voice and fingerprint recognition – not impossible to get around, but he'd need time he doubts Yokoo will give him. Better to play along for now.
With both of them working, the unloading goes a lot faster. By the time they are done, Nikaido is sweaty and his muscles ache. He slides the last box into the shelf and turns to find Yokoo looking at him. “Follow me,” is all Yokoo says.
Nikaido trudges after him, trying to memorize the way they are going – he doesn't want to have to waste too much time searching for an exit later. Yokoo leads him to the crew quarters, strangely empty. Such a big ship can hardly be flown by just one person, but Yokoo seems to be alone. “Did you eat your crew?” Nikaido asks, remembering the flash of fang in Yokoo's grin.
“Perhaps.” The smile Yokoo sends him is gone too fast for Nikaido to figure out what it means. Yokoo stops at a locker and roots through a stack of standard ship clothing. Two towels and an overall are shoved into Nikaido's arms. Before Nikaido can protest, Yokoo pushes him into the next hygiene unit. “Clean up. I want to see exactly what kind of thief I have caught.”
He would protest, but he's not going to ignore an opportunity to wash the dust out of his ears. He can't even remember the last time he had a hot shower – must have been before he quit his job on the big merchant ship. Koki's space pirates certainly didn't have the resources to waste heat and water on showers. He scrubs the dirt off his skin, takes a bit more time to wash it out of his fur and carefully hides his second set of lockpicks in his fluffy round tail again after he's done.
Nikaido catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stops drying himself off with the surprisingly soft towels. The mining planet's sky is covered by a constant overcast, so it's been a while since he's seen the sun and his pale skin is shockingly white against the stripes of green fur. He can't remember the last time his fur was this shiny. He rubs the last of the moisture out of his ears before dropping the towels on the floor. The overalls fit him almost perfectly, they only squish his tail a bit, but he's used to that. He hasn't had clothes with a proper tail opening since he left his home planet.
Yokoo is waiting for him when he steps out of the hygiene unit. “You clean up well,” Yokoo comments, eyes lingering on the stripe of shiny green fur on Nikaido's cheeks. “You need fattening up though. Follow me.”
Once again, Nikaido finds himself trailing after Yokoo. The mess hall is as empty of people as the rest of the ship, but there's a delicious smell in the air that makes Nikaido's mouth water and his stomach rumble, reminding him that his last meal was longer ago than he'd care to think about.
His suspicions don't stand a chance against his hunger. When Yokoo puts a big plate of rocket pie in front of him, Nikaido hesitates only for a second before digging in – Yokoo might or might not be planning to eat him, but just at that moment Nikaido couldn't care less. He shovels the hot, delicious food down as if he's starving, which isn't too far from the truth.
He only stops eating when he's too full to swallow another bite. There is a stack of plates on the table, but Nikaido only has a vague memory of being given more food every time his plate ran empty. He doesn't even know what he's eaten, except that all of it was delicious. He burps and Yokoo shakes his head at him.
“Come along now, little thief.”
“Name's Nikaido,” Nikaido replies, too sated to be careful. He wasn't with the space pirates long enough to have a prize put on his head anyway. “I'm not a little thief, I'm a rebel.”
“I'm sure you are.” Yokoo pulls him up to his feet and pushes Nikaido along. The walk clears Nikaido's head a bit, but he pretends to be still food dazed, hoping to get Yokoo's guard down. “You can sleep here,” Yokoo says, pushing Nikaido into a cabin.
The door locks with a series of clacks and Nikaido grins, his ears catching every single nuance of the clicks. He knows that make of lock, he would be able to open it even without his lockpicks. But he should wait a few hours to make sure Yokoo is asleep before he starts and the bed looks very inviting. It's been a while since he slept in a real bed, warm and clean. Lockpicks in hand and belly full of food, Nikaido settles down to nap.
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mousapelli
Members of his species are not often found on mining planets. The constant din of the mines is almost as bad as the explosions that drove him from the space pirates. The only advantage of the mines is that the noise is constant, making his ears ache but at least not startling him into a jump.
Nikaido shakes his head, trying to clear his ears of the ever-present dust. They itch, but he needs to be alert now. All four ears raised to catch the slightest noise, he slides the lockpick in. It's a simple lock which opens for him after only a few seconds. Disabling the alarm is harder, but not by much. With a victorious grin, he slides the door open and quickly pries the cover off the number pad, inserting slender tools to fool the computer into believing the correct sequence has been entered.
Turning the lights on is risky, but no matter how tough he is, the dark remains scary, his imagination filling it with untold horrors. The lights flicker on slowly, choked with dust like everything on this stupid planet. Nikaido would leave, but he can barely steal enough to keep himself fed, buying a ticket is completely out of the question. The only valuable goods are stored near the space port, and there are too many guards for him to attempt it.
The boxes near the exit contain nothing but screws, useless to him. He lets instinct and his nose guide him, ears turning to catch the slightest noise. He opens another box to discover food, dried meat and canned vegetables. A good catch. He grabs cans and boxes, throwing them into his bag. Enough food for more than a week.
There's a snap as cold hypersteel closes around his wrist. Trapped!
Nikaido's instincts yell at him to get away, to yank and pull and chew on whatever is holding his wrist. His heart beats like crazy, close to panic, but he fights his instincts, fights to stay calm. There's no pain and nothing else happens for the minute he fights to take slow, deep breaths. He finally opens his eyes, afraid of what he might see.
A simple hypersteel band is wrapped tight around his wrist, a handcuff attached to a chain. “Slow down, Nika,” he mutters, “you can do this.” He pulls the lockpicks from his pocket, selecting one of the thicker rods. The lock on this cuff looks almost ridiculously simple.
“Now this is a surprise,” a voice drawls. Nikaido squeaks and whirls around, the lockpicks slipping from his fingers and clattering away across the floor. A human, closer than expected. How did he not hear him approach?
Yokoo grins, flashing sharp-looking fangs, as he picks up Nikaido's lockpicks and drops them in his front pocket. Nikaido has a second set hidden in his tail, out of reach for the moment. When Yokoo steps closer, Nikaido shrinks back as far as the chain lets him, which is not far at all. A hand reaches for his face and Nikaido snaps at it, his teeth missing the human's fingers by a hair's width.
“Feisty,” Yokoo comments. “Stay there while I load the transporters.”
Yokoo turns away, ignoring Nikaido's glare. Stay there? It's not like he's got a choice until he can get at his lockpicks.
Loading the anti-gravity transporters takes Yokoo almost two hours. Nikaido gets ignored completely, none of his talk getting a reply. His stomach grumbles, but the dried food needs water before it's edible and he can't get the cans open without tools. By the time Yokoo finally turns to him, Nikaido is thoroughly bored. He's already groomed his ears three times and there's simply nothing else to do. “Finally,” Nikaido grumbles when Yokoo approaches with a key.
He holds his wrist out for Yokoo to unlock the cuff, but instead Yokoo reaches into the box and removes the other end of the chain. “Come along, little thief,” Yokoo says, pulling Nikaido towards the first transporter by the chain around his wrist.
“Hey!” Nikaido complains, stumbling after him. “Hey!”
Yokoo climbs onto the transporter and Nikaido scrambles up after him, tripping and falling against Yokoo. He slips his hand into Yokoo's pocket, searching for his lockpicks. His ears droop – his lockpicks aren't there, even though he saw Yokoo put them in this pocket. Yokoo grins. “I moved your lockpicks to an inner pocket as soon as I was out of sight.”
How did Yokoo notice? Nikaido has never been caught pickpocketing before. Ignoring Nikaido's scowl, Yokoo attaches the other end of the chain to the transporter's safety rail before jumping down to load the last few boxes up. Nikaido tugs on the chain, more from boredom than anything else. At least the drive to Yokoo's space ship is more interesting. Nikaido sticks his head over the side of the transporter and lets the wind blow in his face, ears flapping wildly.
Unloading the transporters takes even longer, if that is even possible. After an hour, Nikaido has enough of sitting around. He rattles his chain to get Yokoo's attention. “Hey, Fangs! Let me go or at least let me help!”
“You want to help, little thief?” Nikaido catches the lockpicks Yokoo throws at him. “Unload those boxes and stack them in front of that wall.”
The lock seems easy, but at the first twist of the lockpicks, Nikaido receives a light electric shock. Yokoo ignores Nikaido's yelp and Nikaido grits his teeth. He's not going to complain. Since the cuff around his wrist is booby-trapped, he turns his attention to the other end. It takes him only a minute of fiddling with one of the smaller picks to figure out the mechanism that opens the cuff holding his wrist.
He slips his lockpicks back into his pocket and rubs his wrist while he thinks. He's free of the chain now, but the gate is secured by voice and fingerprint recognition – not impossible to get around, but he'd need time he doubts Yokoo will give him. Better to play along for now.
With both of them working, the unloading goes a lot faster. By the time they are done, Nikaido is sweaty and his muscles ache. He slides the last box into the shelf and turns to find Yokoo looking at him. “Follow me,” is all Yokoo says.
Nikaido trudges after him, trying to memorize the way they are going – he doesn't want to have to waste too much time searching for an exit later. Yokoo leads him to the crew quarters, strangely empty. Such a big ship can hardly be flown by just one person, but Yokoo seems to be alone. “Did you eat your crew?” Nikaido asks, remembering the flash of fang in Yokoo's grin.
“Perhaps.” The smile Yokoo sends him is gone too fast for Nikaido to figure out what it means. Yokoo stops at a locker and roots through a stack of standard ship clothing. Two towels and an overall are shoved into Nikaido's arms. Before Nikaido can protest, Yokoo pushes him into the next hygiene unit. “Clean up. I want to see exactly what kind of thief I have caught.”
He would protest, but he's not going to ignore an opportunity to wash the dust out of his ears. He can't even remember the last time he had a hot shower – must have been before he quit his job on the big merchant ship. Koki's space pirates certainly didn't have the resources to waste heat and water on showers. He scrubs the dirt off his skin, takes a bit more time to wash it out of his fur and carefully hides his second set of lockpicks in his fluffy round tail again after he's done.
Nikaido catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stops drying himself off with the surprisingly soft towels. The mining planet's sky is covered by a constant overcast, so it's been a while since he's seen the sun and his pale skin is shockingly white against the stripes of green fur. He can't remember the last time his fur was this shiny. He rubs the last of the moisture out of his ears before dropping the towels on the floor. The overalls fit him almost perfectly, they only squish his tail a bit, but he's used to that. He hasn't had clothes with a proper tail opening since he left his home planet.
Yokoo is waiting for him when he steps out of the hygiene unit. “You clean up well,” Yokoo comments, eyes lingering on the stripe of shiny green fur on Nikaido's cheeks. “You need fattening up though. Follow me.”
Once again, Nikaido finds himself trailing after Yokoo. The mess hall is as empty of people as the rest of the ship, but there's a delicious smell in the air that makes Nikaido's mouth water and his stomach rumble, reminding him that his last meal was longer ago than he'd care to think about.
His suspicions don't stand a chance against his hunger. When Yokoo puts a big plate of rocket pie in front of him, Nikaido hesitates only for a second before digging in – Yokoo might or might not be planning to eat him, but just at that moment Nikaido couldn't care less. He shovels the hot, delicious food down as if he's starving, which isn't too far from the truth.
He only stops eating when he's too full to swallow another bite. There is a stack of plates on the table, but Nikaido only has a vague memory of being given more food every time his plate ran empty. He doesn't even know what he's eaten, except that all of it was delicious. He burps and Yokoo shakes his head at him.
“Come along now, little thief.”
“Name's Nikaido,” Nikaido replies, too sated to be careful. He wasn't with the space pirates long enough to have a prize put on his head anyway. “I'm not a little thief, I'm a rebel.”
“I'm sure you are.” Yokoo pulls him up to his feet and pushes Nikaido along. The walk clears Nikaido's head a bit, but he pretends to be still food dazed, hoping to get Yokoo's guard down. “You can sleep here,” Yokoo says, pushing Nikaido into a cabin.
The door locks with a series of clacks and Nikaido grins, his ears catching every single nuance of the clicks. He knows that make of lock, he would be able to open it even without his lockpicks. But he should wait a few hours to make sure Yokoo is asleep before he starts and the bed looks very inviting. It's been a while since he slept in a real bed, warm and clean. Lockpicks in hand and belly full of food, Nikaido settles down to nap.
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