Suggested changes: {before : after}
On 05/11/2004 04:12 PM, DB Sommer said:
At long last, the next chapter. Sorry it took me so long to repick
this up, but events in my life made writing slow for the last few
weeks, and I finished some other stories earlier than I thought. My
intention is to keep writing these semi-often until it's done, though
there will still be interruptions in the form of one shots and such.
Sometimes you just have to do what the muse is willing to go along with.
And Angcobra is now storing some of my fics, at
http://dbsommer.web1000.com/dbsommer.html
Old boilerplate again.
Unfortunately, her opponent remained on her tail despite her evasive
maneuvering. The best she could manage was increasing the distance
between them slightly. And the laser fire drew closer, despite the
range, though every stray shot seemed to hit something {in or around
the Bouncer :}. More ships blew up, and the refueling station
suffered more damage as chunks of it floated off into space. Kei
upped the assessment of her opponent from pretty good to experienced
combat flying. It was a good thing she had a lot as well, or she
would have been atomized by now.
Something in the Bouncer would mean the Bouncer was hit.
{It : He} didn't as the container the Mustang flew under detonated
and the fighter disappeared into the red and yellow cloud of fiery
death. Kei gave a whooping war cry at the success of her plan. Only
an expert like her could have timed it right while dodging heavy
enemy fire that she was unable to return. She was really going to rub
Yuri's face in it when she returned to the Lovely Angel. And maybe
her expertise would catch Killgore's attention and they could go out
or something.
Within minutes they pulled up to a building with the bright neon
lights surrounding the name "Olgarion." She opened the door and
exited the vehicle. She started to go for her money card when the
driver gave a panicked, "{Nevermind : Never mind}, glad to be of
service, officer." And pulled away, kicking up a cloud of putrefied
air from his ill-maintained exhaust system. Kei was left coughing in
the pus green cloud for a minute.
Cries of grinding metal and blowtorches came from within. Kei
recognized the sounds of the construction agony as belonging to the
latest music fad to pass through this arm of the galaxy 'Death Metal'
in the most literal sense of the word. The noise (which was all it
was) was people destroying metal in a variety of ways. Oh, its
supposed 'higher meaning' was the representation of the destruction
of modern society on the basis it was a bloated mass of dying flesh
that needed to be put out of its misery, but it was literally
composed of 'musicians' hammering, ripping apart, and otherwise
destroying pieces of metal. To Kei, it was the surest sign there were
no more worthy musical art forms left to be discovered in the
universe.
And she probably produces more, and better, metal death in a day than
all those musicians put together do in a week.
"Hit me," she insisted.
A hand fell on her shoulder, spun her around, and a fist connected
with her jaw.
Just can't leave a straight line alone, can you? :}b
Kei went sailing to the ground, her body colliding with a couple of
the stools and sending them careening away as she crashed into the
alcohol --and other {unnamable : unnameable} substances-- sodden
floor. She had rolled reflexively with the blow, but enough force had
still gotten through to cross her eyes and make the room lurch.
Kei scratched her head. She had busted lots of smugglers over the
years. Valencia? She remembered that planet. Nothing bad and highly
destructive had happened there when she and Yuri busted up the
smuggling ring. It was rare that a job didn't besmirch her good
name{: .} Now the symbol had clicked. The gang had been using it back
then. She remembered this overly large moron. Barely.
Kei frowned. That had been her only weapon. Now she would have to do
it the hard way, hand-to-hand. This guy might have thought he was hot
stuff, but Kei had been in more fights than she could count where she
only had her body to rely on.
I'd say that was also her favorite gun, but they are all her favorite.
She was about to say more when their path was cut off by a number of
bikers speeding in front of them from a side street. Her rescuer
reacted by darting to another side street that was little more than a
narrow alleyway. She caught a glimpse of the starburst insignias on
the hovercycles in front of them as they {speeded : sped} away.
"You can't use a gun but you have one?" Kei asked.
"What can I say? I have an overprotective mother," he quipped,
despite the situation.
Ain't that the truth.
Iria crossed her arms under her bosom and said in a warning tone of
voice, "Kei, I hope for your sake that your intentions with my son
are strictly honorable."
I'd thought for quite a while that Mikael was a woman. This is even better.