Paddy Quick
Chaos IS Quick.
-beep beep beep beep -
A silent pause. A brief rustling of sheets ... and then the deep, guttural snores continued to battle with the incessant beeping of the alarm. This continued for several minutes. It was an ebb and flow battle of wills, much like a game of taniss was, and it was only interrupted by the sudden shuddering of the light freighter coming out of hyperspace. That was enough to wake Paddy Quick up. Most ships barely moved during the transition from hyperspace to real space, but the Subtle Gamble was not most ships. It was a piece of crap.
Paddy stirred, punched the alarm and sent it flying across the room, then sat up. He was groggy, his head hurt something fierce, and two empty wine glasses rested on the bedside table. His clothes were strewn across the floor. He sniffed the air, and then grinned.
"Smells like sex." Hands quickly went to his wallet, where he found it empty. "Gorramit!"
He flung the wallet across the room, where it hit the durasteel wall with a soft thud. At least she'd left his cards, but still ... she'd taken 500 credits. Apart from his worthless ship, that was pretty much his net worth.
Wait ... why the frell was he on his ship?
Putting on some pants, he stomped to the bridge with his throbbing head still going at it. The view was a surprise. A space station stretched before him, and truth be told, Paddy had no idea where the hell he was. Or which space station this was. Or whatever.
"What the hell ..." he paused for effect, "happened last night."
His only answer, for the time being, was silence.
A silent pause. A brief rustling of sheets ... and then the deep, guttural snores continued to battle with the incessant beeping of the alarm. This continued for several minutes. It was an ebb and flow battle of wills, much like a game of taniss was, and it was only interrupted by the sudden shuddering of the light freighter coming out of hyperspace. That was enough to wake Paddy Quick up. Most ships barely moved during the transition from hyperspace to real space, but the Subtle Gamble was not most ships. It was a piece of crap.
Paddy stirred, punched the alarm and sent it flying across the room, then sat up. He was groggy, his head hurt something fierce, and two empty wine glasses rested on the bedside table. His clothes were strewn across the floor. He sniffed the air, and then grinned.
"Smells like sex." Hands quickly went to his wallet, where he found it empty. "Gorramit!"
He flung the wallet across the room, where it hit the durasteel wall with a soft thud. At least she'd left his cards, but still ... she'd taken 500 credits. Apart from his worthless ship, that was pretty much his net worth.
Wait ... why the frell was he on his ship?
Putting on some pants, he stomped to the bridge with his throbbing head still going at it. The view was a surprise. A space station stretched before him, and truth be told, Paddy had no idea where the hell he was. Or which space station this was. Or whatever.
"What the hell ..." he paused for effect, "happened last night."
His only answer, for the time being, was silence.